Izuku the Phoneix
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I'll say this once, and once only. I don't own 'My Hero Academia', 'One Piece', or any of their characters.
If you want to be a hero that badly, there's a quick way to do it. Believe that you'll be born with a quirk in the next life and take a last chance swan dive off the roof!
Those words replayed in Izuku's mind as he trudged down the empty streets, and hurt all the more because it was Kacchan who'd said them.
Idiot! If I'd really jumped, that would mean you instigated a suicide! Think before you speak!
Not that it mattered. He was going to apply to UA regardless of Kacchan's wishes.
Izuku thought about going home, but needed some time for himself, so instead he veered off the usual route home, just strolling down the streets while stewing in his own thoughts.
Before he realized it, he's feet had taken him to Dagobah Beach.
He startled.
How long have I been walking? Dagobah is like an hour away from home!
He heaved a tired sigh.
The view was nice though.
He had rarely been here, only once or twice before the garbage heaps had piled up and made the beach practically inaccessible.
He gazed out at the slothful sea.
Ebbing ever so gently, it looked at peace. The waves were crawling slowly up the sandy shore. Far out, near the horizon where the sun was starting its decent from the heavens, rivers of pulsing light saturated the sea with gold.
Seagulls squawked overhead, and even the saline tang of the sea was pleasant.
"It's nice, isn't it?" A voice said just a little way behind him, and Izuku startled.
He turned to look and was greeted by an older man, with the most bizarre blonde hair. It sprouted out the top of his head like a patch of weeds.
The an raised an eyebrow, to his horror, he realized he'd been staring, quite rudely. He hurried to answer. "O-Oh, yeah. It's n-nice."
The man chuckled and walked up to stand next to Izuku, carrying a small bag slung over his shoulder.
"You look troubled kid, something wrong?"
Izuku thought about lying. Should he just say he was alright?
Yet, something about the man's carefree smile and peaceful countenance called out to Izuku. Coaxing the truth out of him.
"It's just... I-I've always wanted to be a hero. It's b-been my dream since I was old enough to want anything... I want to be able to m-make a difference, and help people in need... But I'm quirkless."
The man hummed thoughtfully and Izuku waited with bated breath for the scolding that was coming his way. Telling him to be realistic and that there were other callings just as noble.
"So, what's the problem?"
"Huh? I-I just told you, I'm quirkless."
"You don't need a quirk to be a hero, kid."
Izuku's breath caught.
.
.
Absently, he noticed wetness trailing down his cheeks. At once, an unimaginable weight lifted itself from his shoulders and he felt lighter than he had in years.
He clutched his chest with one hand, the sudden surge of relief and happiness threatening to tear through his chest.
"You alright, kid?"
Izuku brought an arm up to rub at his eyes. "Y-yes. I- thank you. Thank you so much."
"Don't mention it, yoi." The man grinned before turning around and starting to walk off.
"Oh- before I go." He said, halting and rummaging through the small bag he'd been carrying. He tossed whatever he'd been looking for, and Izuku barely managed to catch it. Fumbling as he did.
"Eat it when ya get home, yoi."
Izuku glanced at the object in his hands. It looked like a pineapple. At least he thought It was one. It had the general shape, but with a strange appearance. Turquoise swirls dotted its surface, with only small yellowish patches in between.
Had it gone bad? Wasn't it supposed to turn a dark, muddied colour when it went bad though? Was it even edible?
He looked up to see the man walking away again.
Belatedly, he realized he didn't know the man's name.
"H-Hey! I didn't get your name, sir!"
"Hmm? Ah, it's Marco. Nice to meet'cha."
With a final grin, he walked off, waving a hand over his shoulder as he did.
When Izuku entered their little apartment, he was greeted by a worried mother.
"Izuku! Where have you been? I was so worried! I saw the news, and when I called you, you didn't answer, an-and I feared for the worst!" She looked frantic, on the verge of tears.
"I was at the beach, mom. W-wait, what news?"
She exhaled in relief.
"Oh, sweetie, there was an attack near your school. There was this humongous villain with a sludge quirk wreaking havoc."
His eyes widened.
"Is everyone alright? D-did anyone get hurt?"
"No, dear, thank God. I heard from Mitsuki, that Katsuki and two others from your class were nearby when it happened though. Luckily, All Might arrived just in time to save the day."
"A-ALL MIGHT! HERE?! I-IN MUSUTAFU?! WHERE?! IS HE STILL HERE?! OH GOSH, I NEED TO GET AN AUTOGRAPH."
Inko chuckled at his blatant fanboy-ism. It came as no surprise; however, her son had admired All Might so long as she could recall. He practically worshipped the man.
Izuku slumped into one of the chairs.
"Oh, man. I missed him. The one time I have a chance to meet him, and now he's gone."
Inko blinked when it finally registered where her son had apparently been.
"Honey, did you say you were at the beach? As in Dagobah Municipal Beach?"
"Hmm? Yeah."
She raised an eyebrow. "What were you doing all the way out there, Izu?"
Izuku smiled a broad smile, and she could only blink at his sudden joyous expression. She'd expected him to mope around until he went to sleep, and perhaps in the morning too.
"I needed to clear my head. And... And I met someone. They told me something I really needed to hear." he smiled fondly.
It was silent for a heartbeat, before his mother squealed, startling him enough to almost fall out of his chair.
"Izu! Were you meeting a girl!?"
"W-wha-"
"What's her name? Is she nice? How long have you known her? When are you going to invite her over? Iwantlotsofgrandch-"
"Mom!" he yelled, mortified, and face turning beet red. "I-It's not l-like th-that!"
He crossed his arms, indignant. "B-besides, it was a guy. Marco. He was just at the beach too, w-we just talked a bit."
"Oh, but what was it that he told you then?" She questioned, putting down the cloth she was holding.
Izuku beamed. "He told me that I could be a hero, even though I don't have a quirk."
His smile warmed her heart and Inko smiled softly, nodding.
Izuku flopped down into his All Might themed bed, sighing contentedly.
Eat it when you get home. Marco's voice echoed in his mind, and he sat up and open his bag where it leaned on the leg of the bed.
Inside he found the strange pineapple.
For a brief moment he wondered if he should cut it into smaller pieces before eating it, but in the end just bit into it.
Not a wise decision, because as soon as he swallowed, his stomach lurched.
"Blergh!"
It tasted rancid! Shuddering slightly, he kept down the urge to vomit.
Taking pity on his taste buds, he chucked the rest of the fruit into the bin by his desk.
Why would he give me a rotten fruit? Maybe he didn't know it had gone bad?
Well, whatever. He had school tomorrow, if he stayed up any longer, he wouldn't be able to wake up in the morning.
He turned the lights off and crawled under the warm blanket, allowing blissful darkness to take him.
Fast asleep, the small bluish light emanating from his bin went unnoticed, and where there had once been a fruit, only ashes remained.
AN:
Hello guys!
This idea had been stewing in my head for a while, so I decided to just write it up an post it. Just to see if people liked the general idea of the story.
Basically, this story features Izuku with Marco's devil fruit powers (From One Piece if you didn't know).
Tell me in the comment what you think of this 'introductory chapter'. Do you like it or not? Do you think it has potential? I'm open for ideas and constructive criticism.
In regard to my other fics. I'm pretty much done with 'Kabe no Shinobi' chapter 6, and I've begun writing the 6th chapter of 'The Watchers on The Couch'. I'll try to finish them up as soon as I can.
Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it.
~Zenix404~