Just a quick warning, there are themes of child abuse and suicide in this first chapter. If that's not something you want to read, thank you very much for clicking, and I hope you have a wonderful day!
And for those that stay, I know both are heavy topics, but I will try to have some warnings in the notes before chapters to give heads up to sensitive topics, which this story will cover a lot of.
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Life is not kind, nor is it fair.

This is a lesson Fuyuko Mori learned at a very young age. Be it from her constant pestering by her fellow students at her school for the color of her hair or her large fluffy ears and tail that appeared during times of high stress.

To even at home, where her father pushed her to use her quirk. Doing anything he could to stir the anger in her. From punches, kicks, clawing or worse.

Fuyuko was born to what she later knew as the Yakuza. The Mori family was part of a crime syndicate in their quarter of Musutafu.

The clan was not only known for their feral rage, murderous rampages and other crimes, but also for their quirks. Most of the family did not hide their ears and tail. As Yakuza after the rise of the Symbol of Peace, they saw no reason to hide as most already knew them.

They had a transformation quirk that changed their appearances. Sharp teeth, claw like nails, wolf ears and tails. Their transformation was that of giant wolves. With no control over these forms, the Mori where controlled largely by their rage. Anger a Mori just enough, and they transformed into blood thirsty, killing machines.

The perfect quirk for Villains, Takahiro Mori would often boast.

But Fuyuko had a dream. Though surrounded by villain's, she wanted to help people. She wanted to stop people from harming others. She wanted to be a hero.

And if her quirk was a quirk perfect for Villains, then she wouldn't use it.

So she'd go to school, where kids would make fun of her long, untamed white hair and her matching ears and tail as she concentrated on her home work. She'd come home from school to be dragged to what Takahiro dubbed 'the training room', where he would do his best to invoke anger from her. Desperately trying to make the child use her quirk.

But still, she wanted to help people.

On days her father was away, she would sit herself down in front of the television and happily watch documentaries about heroes. She even watched one on her own family, making her disdain for her quirk to grow.

At a very young age, she taught herself first aid. At first, it was sloppy bandages. Until she got so good you would think she took a trip to the hospital. By the time she was in middle school, she could stitch up any cut, and dress up any wound.

She even did research at the school library on healing herbs and taught herself to make salves for her bruises and cuts.

She had to learn these things if she wanted to survive.

Once before, in primary school, she had attempted to leave her home. She ran as far as her legs could carry her until she collapse. She was soon found by her father, and when they arrived home, her cuts and bruises where worse than ever before.

On this day in particular, Fuyuko Miro's life would change forever.

She was fifteen, in her last year of middle school. The question had been floating around about what high school the students would be applying for. The majority of her class were wanting to join UA High. The best Hero Academy in all of Japan.

Largely because it was the exact same school that All Might, the Number One hero, went to.

At this point, she had started to change. She had grown taller, not quiet Takahiro's 198 centimeters, but 173 was excellent for her age. She didn't have the body she wanted, but that could be easily fixed. Scars littered her body, from her arms to her legs. Some done by Takahiro, some from herself. Her white hair was nearly down to her thighs, and her eyes were as blue as the ocean.

She knew exactly what school she wanted to go to as well; UA. She wanted it more than anything in her life.

She knew Takahiro would never agree. She knew he'd rather kill her than see her become the exact opposite of what he wanted for her: to take over the Mori for him and move them out of the shadows, to once again rule the streets.

She never knew how he planned to force her to do those things, but she also didn't care to know. She never planned to do them.

So, she took a form home to sign up for the entrance exam for UA. She altered the paper to appear as if it was only some form of trip to UA she was applying for, and presented the paper to her father.

"What is this?" He rasped out as he slumped in an over sized plush chair. His long, unkempt black hair falling over the arms, his red eyes scanning the page quickly.

"It's a forum for you. I'd like to… go on a trip to UA. To learn more about them." She spoke quietly and sheepishly. As if any word she spoke would end with anger.

He cut his eyes to her then back to the paper. "What do you want to know about those scum? I can teach you all you need to know right now."

"W-Well.. I-" She stammered, attempting to quickly come up with a believable reason. "Y...Y-You're always saying… you want me to be like you, right? So if I know more about them, we can use that, right?"

Again, he cut his eyes to her. "You've never volunteered for something involving me before. Why the change of heart?"

"W...W-Why avoid the inevitable?" She poked her index fingers together and looked down.

There was a heavy silence, then the shifting of the paper. The chair creaked as he stood. "I knew you where up to something."

"W..W-What?" She looked up quickly, he held the paper up.

"You altered this, I can tell. This is shitty workman ship." He sneered. "Is this an entry application?"

"No! I-" She stammered and took a step back as he took one forward.

"Don't lie, girl. I have forged things for a living." He bared sharp fangs at her. "This is an entry application. There's no way I'm letting you, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." She nodded quickly, taking another step back, and another, until her back hit the wall and he was in her face, holding up the paper.

His fist was like a brick as it slammed into her gut. She doubled over, she felt like she couldn't breathe as his fist connected with her temple.

He screamed at her, words she couldn't hear. She caught small snippets, like "useless" "Betrayer" "Never" "UA". Worthless words to her as he kicked, punched and clawed at her.

Her mind screamed at her. She wanted to be a hero, right? Well here's a villain, do something!

She wanted to be a hero. She was going to be a hero. How could he stop her? How could he do this?

A rage built inside her with every blow. It bubbled in her chest like bad heart burn. Then suddenly, the eyes she had so tightly shut flew open, blue eyes flashed a dangerous red and she bared her fangs.

Takahiro was taken aback by the change in the atmosphere as anger seemed to roll off her like heat from a flame.

She took her hands and dug her claws into his chest. He cried out and stumbled away from her, holding the gushing wounds.

She stared at him in disbelief for a moment, the rage subsiding. Then, she took her moment and turned and ran.

Out of the room, out of the door. Out of their yard and into the street. She stopped for only a second as she looked down both streets. The sun was setting, there was not a soul in site.

"Get back here!" He screamed from the door way, hand still over his bleeding chest.

She chose a direction and took off running as fast as she could. She tried to round every street corner she could, searching desperately for people to help her. Someone, anyone, but there was no one.

She ran as far as her body would take her. Until her lungs and calves burned and she finally had to stop. She found an alley and crouched beside a dumpster, hoping desperately that the strong smell of the rotting garbage that was assaulting her own nose would be enough to throw anyone searching for her scent off, if only for a moment.

It was dark now. The only light was from a street lamp just outside the alley, supplying her with perfect darkness to hide in and a perfect back light to watch for shadows.

Her crouched position proved to be too much for her and her knees gave way beneath her. She landed hard on her rear. She sat there, attempting poorly to catch her breath which came out in gasping wheezes.

But her breathing didn't calm down. In fact, she had been hyperventilating. She wasn't getting near enough oxygen. She attempted to balance herself by propping her arm against the dumpster. She couldn't breathe. She felt like she was suffocating.

What was she going to do? She couldn't pass out, not here. He would find her for sure and bring her back. Maybe even finally kill her.

No, she couldn't let that happen.

Her heart seemed to skip a beat as she grabbed her arm forcefully with the one she had used to balance herself. She bared her fangs and dug them into her wrist, she groaned as she bit down as hard as she could until a sufficient amount of blood began to ooze from the wound. She then took her claws and dug them into the wound, crying and seething as she did so, tearing apart the skin of her wrist causing more bleeding.

She repeated the process with the other arm.

She wailed helplessly. This isn't how she wanted things to be. She wanted to just be a hero. She wanted to help people. Make sure that no one ever had to feel the way she felt.

She wanted so much more that she could never have.

This was the only way she could think of now. It was over.

Her breathing finally slowed. Her arms burned and the smell of her own blood was beginning to make her nauseous.

She was thankful when the corner's of her vision started to blur, then darken. Darkness crept at her from all corners.

She heard footsteps, rushing. Maybe it was someone hearing her wails come to help? Not likely. Her father or another Mori? Most likely.

She peeked her head slowly, weakly around the dumpster to sate her last moments of curiosity. The shadow that she saw enter the alley looked like no Mori she had even seen before. Taller than life, muscular with two large tufts of what she could only assume was hair or horns sticking out from the top of the shadows head.

Shiny white smile despite being cast in darkness.

The darkness finally closed in as she closed her eyes.

Toshinori Yagi slumped his shoulders as he stepped out of a neighborhood market. Finally he had something to eat after his last few hours of hero work. It had taken a lot out of him.

He coughed as he stuck his hands into his baggy pants pockets. He definitely over did it today. Maybe tomorrow will be slower? Probably not, knowing his luck.

He took off walking down the empty sidewalk, lost in his own thoughts. He jolted and looked around in a panic as he heard a wail.

"Someone's in trouble?" He spoke quietly to himself. Seeing no one was around, he quickly transformed into his muscular form and took off in the direction the sound was coming from.

The wails died down but he continued his search until he heard quiet sobs emitting from a dark alley. As he turned into the alley, he saw bright white hair half hidden behind a dumpster and a bloodied arm laying limp.

Panic set in as he called out. "Hey! Are you alright?" There was no answer. He quickly ran to the other side of the dumpster.

A young girl leaned against the dumpster, her arms bloodied and shredded. Her eyes were half shut and unfocused.

He kneeled in front of the girl, placing a hand on her neck to feel for a pulse. It was there, but growing weaker by the second.

"All… Might." Her breathing was shallow.

"It's fine now." He gave her the widest smile he could manager. "Why? Because I'm here." He took off the jacket he wore and effortlessly tore it in two. He wrapped both pieces around her arms securely then picked her up.

Her head laid limp against his chest and she stared at him with fading eyes. He took a power leap into the air, hopping from rooftop to rooftop, hoping desperately to make it to the nearest hospital in time. He held her tightly to secure her, careful not to shake her around.

Her eyes closed and he panicked once again. "Hey, Hey! Don't fall asleep on me just yet, you hear?" But she didn't respond. This fueled him to push himself further. He coughed but tried desperately to hold it in. 'Just let it last until I can get her there. Please.'

Soft beeping was the first thing she heard, then she became aware of pain in her arms. She opened her eye, the other wouldn't open, it felt swollen shut. The bright white lights were nearly blinding, she groaned and closed it tight.

"Oh! You're awake! Thank goodness!"

She cracked her eye open to see a tall man with dark hair and a tan trench coat and matching hat sitting in a chair beside the hospital bed.

The man gave her a smile. "I'm Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa."

She stared at him for a moment, then looked away. "Is this a hospital, then?"

"Yes." The Detective nodded quickly. "The hero, All Might, brought you here."

"I remember… seeing him." She muttered, nodding her head slowly. The movement made her head swim. "Has anyone... come here yet?"

"If you're asking if anyone has come to claim you, no. No one has put out a missing persons matching your description either." He took off the hat he wore, holding it to his chest. "We thought it would be best to wait until you woke before trying to find your relatives, since you had no identification on you. Easier that way."

She slowly nodded again looked down at her hand that laid limply beside her, palm up. It was heavily bandaged from her elbow to her palm.

"From the looks of things, how ever, I assume you're a Mori?"

She blinked and looked at him again. He motioned to the top of his own head, which she stupidly attempted to look up at her own.

"I am.. Mori Fuyuko." She spoke softly. How she wished to occupy her hands by twiddling her thumbs, but she was too afraid any movements would make her arms hurt.

Tsukauchi nodded slowly as he sat his hat down on the table beside the hospital bed. "I see. We figured as much. Would you mind telling me what you were doing out so late?"

She stared at him, hard, as she thought. Should she tell him? What will he do if he knew? What would her father do if he knew she told someone?

"Come on, kid." He scratched the back of his head. "We've seen the bruises and scars on you. You were even badly pummeled when you got here." He sighed heavily. "This will be easier if you fess up. Were you out with other Yakuza? Or did you just piss off the wrong villain?"

She looked at him, horrified. "You… what? No, it was nothing like that."

"Then tell me." He leaned back in his chair. "What were you doing out so late in the state you where in?"

"W...W-Well, I was..." She looked down once again at her arm. "I was running away."

"From what?" He blinked slowly.

She bit her bottom lip and stayed silent for a moment before speaking again. "Home."

Tsukauchi took in a deep breath and leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees. "I see. And why did you do that?"

She remained silent, attempting slowly to flex her fingers, to do anything. The slightest movement sent a wave of pain, however.

"You know, you're really lucky you didn't damage any tendons. You could have caused some serious damage." He stood from the chair and grabbed his hat again. "It will scar, definitely, but still, you're lucky. If you don't want to say exactly why you left home, that's fine. You don't have to say anything just yet."

"But what about my… situation?" She watched him as he walked towards the door. "Will you contact my family?"

He stopped as he placed his hand on the door and looked back at her. He gave her a smile. "We will make that decision soon. But for now, rest. You need it." He left, closing the door behind him.

She sighed and sunk into the plush pillows. She stared at the ceiling. What was she going to do now?

Tsukauchi took out his cell phone as he closed the door. He dialed a number he had perfectly memorized.

"Toshinori? It's Tsukauchi." He paused as the one on the other end of the line spoke. "Yes, she's woken up. She's talking." Another pause. "She's said she's a run away, but won't say why. There's no doubt in my mind those wounds on her arms on self inflicted."

He began his walk down the hall, ready to leave the stuffy hospital. "I think that the other injuries where inflicted by someone else, however. Probably why she ran away, so I won't bring up the case to the force."

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I know this was a favor call, Toshinori, but this is a bit much. A run away from a Yakuza family with possible domestic issues. I'll be back tomorrow to talk to her more if you'd like to come along. I'm sure she'd love to thank you."

He paused. "Of course you wouldn't want to be thanked, but maybe seeing the person that saved her will make her open up." Another pause, this one longer then before. "Alright. I'll see you here tomorrow, then." He hung up and took a look back as he boarded the elevator. He couldn't help but feel sorry for this girl. What could possibly be going on with her that she would take such extreme measures to escape it?

It took her awhile to fall asleep, the pain in her arms was steadily growing worse as time passed. Finally a nurse came in, greeted her happily and gave her a shot of something in her IV drip. Then, after a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, she finally couldn't keep her eyes open.

She woke the next morning, groggy and with a foggy head. She reflexively attempted to move her arms, but stopped as a pain shot through her wrist as she flexed it, not quiet as intense before, but there was still some there.

She was greeted by a new who was far too cheerful this early in the morning. The sun was still only just rising.

The nurse brought with her a tray of food. Simple food, eggs and toast, but still food none the less. When the nurse presented the tray to her, her stomach growled. She couldn't remember the last time she ate.

"How about we try using those arm, hm?" The nurse gestured to her arms.

"W...W-Won't that hurt?" She mumbled as she slowly tried to flex her fingers.

"We've given you something for your pain, so you should be relatively okay." The nurse slowly nodded. "If it starts hurting too much, let me know. But you need to try to use them." She took a step back away from the bed. "Anyway, you must be starving, go ahead and try."

She did as she was told, moving her arm slowly and stiff. It ached when she tried to move her wrist or close her fist, so she stiffly grabbed the fork on the tray with her fingers alone.

"Does it hurt too much to try to use your whole hand?" The nurse tilted her head to one side as she watched her.

"It aches." She attempted to move the fork, but it tumbled from her fingers and back onto the tray.

"Keep trying."

She tried again, this time trying to use her hand. She wasn't able to completely close her hand, but she was able to position her fingers better to take hold of the fork, holding it with her index finger and thumb. She was able to move it away from the tray this time and moved her arm awkwardly to reach her mouth. She took a bite and sighed in relief.

So much effort over one little bite.

"Alright, keep going!" The nurse nearly cheered with excitement.

"Again?" She paled and slumped her shoulders.

Nearly an hour later, she had finished eating. She was exhausted just from that alone. She leaned back into the pillows and stared hard at the ceiling. The nurse left with the tray, and in her place walked in the detective from yesterday and-

Who was that behind him? Was that… All might?

She felt all the air left her lungs as she stared at him in surprised. "Y...Y-You! What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to provide a little assistance with your investigation!" All Might's smile seemed to shiny a bit too bright under the hospital lights.

"I don't think you should worry yourself over this!" She gave him a sheepish smile. "I mean, I'm sure you have more important things to do!"

"Nonsense, young lady!" He took a seat beside the bed as the detective stood at the foot.

"Mori Fuyuko." The detective finally spoke up. "I'm sorry to be back here so early in the morning, but as I said yesterday, things will be easier if you're completely honest with me."

She nodded slowly and watched him take out a notepad and start furiously scrolling over the pages. "W...W-What else do you need?"

"The same as yesterday. I need to know the reason you ran from home." He looked up from his notepad.

She looked from the detective to All Might. She was still afraid to say anything. She didn't even know what exactly to say in the first place.

"You have troubles articulating yourself, right?" All Might spoke up as he leaned forward in the chair. "I noticed you stumbled over your words, even worse with W's and Y's."

She slowly nodded and looked down at her hands. "Y...Y-Yeah. I've struggled with that for a long time now."

"You don't talk a lot, huh?" He gave her a nod. "But that's okay. You can take the time you need to tell us what you need to and in your own words."

She nodded as well and furrowed her brows as she tried to find her words.

"Did you enjoy your stay here last night? This place is usually pretty comfortably and very accommodating. Like staying at a 5 star hotel with day long room service!" All Might attempted to chat with her, to get her to relax, but it didn't seem to work at all. Her shoulder's where tense, and her breathing seemed to pick up slightly.

Finally she spoke, it was quick and she had to stop in the middle of some words to retry them as she stumbled over them, but they got the jest.

"My father is Miro Takahiro, I ran from home because..." She paused and looked up at them, tears in her eyes as her breathing began to become more rapid. She was starting to panic. "Because I want to be a hero!"

"And he's the one that hurt you?" Tsukachi looked up from his notepad once again.

She slowly nodded. "Every day. I couldn't.. I can't go back to that."

All Might's smile never wavered, but his dark eyes seemed to gleam. "Thank you for your honesty, but please remain calm." She stared at him with tear filled eyes as he reached a hand over to her and placed it on her head, patting her head gently as if touching a fragile flower. "He won't hurt you anymore."

Tsukachi seemed to grimace at that and closed his notepad. "Is there anything else you want to tell us? Anything at all?"

"No." She mumbled as All Might continued to pat her head, her face burning hot.

"Then, I'll be back likely later today to let you know what will be done for you. But as All Might said, he won't hurt you anymore, so you can certainly rest easy knowing that."

"Thank you." She closed her eyes, beginning to cry again.

Tsukachi had to hurry and get out of there, before the girl become a blubbering mess. "Let's go, All Might."

"So soft." All Might muttered, rubbing the top of her head. He broke himself out of his concentrated and jumped up. "Right!" He bowed towards her. "It was a pleasure meeting you, though I wish it where under better circumstances. But I'm sure, if you dream is to become a hero, that we'll meet again!"

She watched them leave, then finally broke down into tears, crying into her pillow.

Maybe now her dream can become true.

Maybe now she can become a hero.