FINALLY FFN decides to work for me! Sorry about not posting anything, but yeah, FFN was down for me the past week. In other news, hey, it's a rewrite of Emerald Fangs, because I was unhappy with it and I wanted to. So as an apology, have the first two chapters in one go! This Fic will now be my Friday Update!
Izuku Midoriya hung limply in the man's arms, the stranger's fangs buried deep into the teen's neck.
All he had been doing was walking home from picking up some groceries for supper, the sun just setting and the streetlights still dark, when he'd heard the strangled cry. Izuku had turned and looked around, spotting the hunched over figure in the alleyway just beside him, rushing to the stranger's side.
"A-are you okay?" he'd asked, the words catching in his throat as the stranger had turned to look at him.
"H-hungry…" the man had gasped, his eyes shifting in the twilight.
"I-I h-have food h-here…" Izuku replied, holding out the bag of groceries, "I-I c-can give you some, if you want?"
"No…" the man had said, his voice little more than a growl at this point, "Hungry…FOR BLOOD!"
The hand had shot out and grabbed Izuku by the shoulder before he could react, the teen staring into the shifting eyes of the stranger as a strange sense of calm washed over him. Suddenly, the man was at his neck, Izuku able to feel the sharp teeth sink into his flesh as he hung there. It didn't hurt that much, which surprised Izuku, only a cold sensation slowly moving through his body as his eyes grew heavy.
Well, Izuku thought, At least I helped someone.
Izuku stared at the plain white ceiling in confusion, blinking himself awake as he looked around the room. It looked like a typical hospital room, white walls, tiled floor, a heart monitor beside his bed. His eyes fell on the short woman in the corner that seemed to be fretting with a vase of flowers, her dark green hair familiar to him.
"Mo-," he croaked, his voice cracking before he could finish the word, the sound still enough to make the woman jump.
"Izuku?" Inko gasped as she spun around, staring at him as he lay in the bed, "IZUKU! You're awake! My baby boy! I was so worried!"
The woman rambled as she pulled him into a tight hug, smothering him in kisses and tears as she sobbed.
"Are you okay? The doctors said you had barely any blood in your body when you came in! They had to give you ten transfusions! They're not even sure how you're alive!"
"Wha…what happened?" he muttered, holding onto her as his throat ached.
"They…the police think it was a Villain attack," she mumbled, her head buried in his chest, "They couldn't find any injuries on you, but…Oh Izuku! I thought I'd lost you!"
"I'm okay now…" the teen rasped as he petted her head gently, "I'm not going anywhere…"
"Ah!" the voice made them turn to look at the door, the doctor standing in the doorway looking back at them in surprise, "You're awake. That's…good."
"What's wrong doctor?" Inko asked, her eyes beginning to fill with fresh tears, "Is there…is there something wrong with Izuku?"
"Not particularly," the man said slowly, as if unsure of his words, "It's just…well, your son's blood type is meant to be type O, correct?"
"Yes?"
"Well, it no longer is," the doctor replied, looking down at his clipboard, "In fact, it appears to have no recognizable type at all, which is strange, as his blood work was taken only hours after the last transfusion, with no sign of the transfused blood at all."
"What?" Izuku croaked, accepting the glass of water from his mother as she continued to give the doctor worried looks.
"As I said, it's very strange. It's like your body automatically converted the blood inside you to the new type. We're still running some tests on it, so we'll have to get back to you on that."
"But is Izuku healthy?" Inko asked, "He's not sick?"
"No," the doctor said with a slight smile, "He's actually perfectly healthy. No wounds, no scars, no noticeable problems with his body at all. Besides the whole blood thing."
"Oh, thank goodness!" Inko sighed, letting herself deflate slightly.
"However," the man said, making Inko tense up again, "We do want to keep him for observation for a few more days. If that's alright with you, ma'am?"
Izuku looked at himself in the mirror of the bathroom. It was the morning after he'd woken up in the hospital, after the attack. It had taken him half an hour of assuring his mother that he was strong enough to go to the bathroom alone to get her out of the cramped space, but he'd finally managed to do it. Now, he had to confirm something.
Slowly, he began to inspect himself. Running his fingers over his face and through his hair, he stared at his reflection, the washed-out lighting of the room making him look paler than he usually did. This put the four freckles on each of his cheeks into stark relief against his near white skin, the teen swallowing as he slipped a hand under the collar of his hospital gown. His fingers ran over the familiar spot, expecting to find the usual slight ridges and pattern of the scar, instead running over smooth skin. Confusion, and more than a hint of fear, rushed through Izuku, the teen nearly ripping off the gown as he threw it to the floor, looking at his upper body in the mirror. And he stared.
Where once there had been a network of starburst scaring that had covered almost the entirety of his torso, there was now only smooth skin. Even the largest of the marks, a near perfect handprint on his shoulder, was gone. He quickly checked his hands, looking for the familiar scar on his thumb from when he'd once accidentally cut it helping his mom make supper, staring at the unmarred digit in shock. They were gone. Every one of his scars were gone.
"How?" he whispered, leaning forwards to touch the mirror, as if to test if it was real, "How did this happen?"
"Midoriya-kun?" a female voice said from behind the door, making him jump, "Are you alright in there?"
"Absolutely fine!" he half-shrieked, "J-just…just washing my hands!"
"Oh, good," the nurse's voice replied, "The doctor wants to see you and your mother now.
"How are you feeling today, young man?" the doctor asked as Izuku sat in his bed, his mother clutching his hand tightly as they looked at the doctor.
"Fine," Izuku replied, "A little light-headed, but otherwise fine."
"That's good," the man smiled as he spoke, "I'm glad you're feeling better. Now, the reason I wanted to talk to you was about Izuku's bloodwork."
"Is something wrong?" Inko immediately asked, looking at her son with worry.
"Not…exactly," the doctor replied, "Tell me, young man, do you have a quirk to do with blood?"
"N-no," Izuku replied, shaking his head as he looked away, "I…I don't."
"Well then, that makes these results all the stranger," the man sighed, "As I told you before, according to our labs, you no longer have a blood type, at least not a normal one, but that isn't the strangest thing."
"What do you mean?" Inko asked again.
"Well," the doctor muttered, "When exposed to other blood, regardless of type, it seems to…attack is the word I'll use, the other blood, converting it into the new blood type."
"What does that mean for Izuku?" Inko asked, looking at her son as the young man stared at the doctor in shock.
"Well, he's basically become a true universal receiver," the man replied, looking up from his clipboard, "Beyond that, we don't know just yet, we'll need to perform more tests. And for that, we'll need to take more blood."
"Okay," Izuku replied, holding out his arm as the nurse entered the room pushing a cart, "How much do you need?"
"Quite a lot, unfortunately," the nurse replied, "You may feel woozy for a while afterwards."
The doctor and his mother watched as the nurse began to draw his blood, the crimson liquid flowing into the test vials as she worked. After five vials were filled, Izuku began to feel fuzzy. After ten, darkness started to creep in around the edge of his vision. Suddenly, the world went dark, the sound of his mother shouting sounding distant as he fell backwards. The doctor said something to her, trying to calm her down, before the nurse said something else, the doctor suddenly shouting now.
Izuku floated on a wave of dizziness for a moment, listening to the sounds around him, before he finally passed out.
"Izuku!" Inko shouted as her son fell backwards onto the bed.
"It's fine," the doctor said soothingly, "He's probably just diz-."
"Doctor!" the nurse shouted, "His blood pressure just plummeted!"
"Shit!" the man said, "Quick, get a transfusion ready!"
"Izuku?" Inko shouted as she looked at her son, the nurse quickly pulling her away, "IZUKU!"
The nurse held her back as several other hospital staff hurried into the room, one carrying several bags of blood. They worked quickly, setting up the transfusion as her son lay perfectly still on the bed, his face even paler than it had been before. The doctor reached across him, grabbing his arm to feel for a pulse when the hand snapped up and grabbed his wrist. The room fell silent as Izuku's eyes snapped open, looking around the room quickly.
"Izuku?" the doctor said slowly, "Izuku, can you hear me?"
"Hungry," the voice that left his throat didn't sound like him, the word seeming to grate against their ears as they stared.
"W-we'll get you something to eat and drink now, Izuku," the doctor said nervously, "Just let go of my hand."
"Hungry," the word came again, sounding too unnatural to have been produced by a human, the boy suddenly sitting up, "Need…need blood…"
"We're about to give you a transfusion," the doctor said, pointing with his free hand, "Just calm down and we'll have you feeling perfectly fine in no time."
The boy turned his head slowly towards the bag of blood already hanging from the stand, the nurse holding the tube shivering under his gaze. The hand shot out faster than any of them could see, snatching the bag from the stand, teeth that were too long sinking into the plastic as the boy gulped, several of the nurses recoiling in horror. He greedily swallowed the crimson fluid, his eyes seeming to shimmer as he did, the blood dripping onto his bed as he drank.
He quickly finished the first bag, head snapping up to stare straight at the cart that had the other bags resting on it. The doctor shrieked as he was dragged across the room, struggling to free his hand as the grip on it tightened, the skin underneath already bruising. One of the nurses ran from the room, shouting for security as she went, the others too in shock to move. The room could only watch as the boy tore into the remaining three bags in seconds, before standing up straight.
"Not…hungry…anymore," the thing said, suddenly releasing the doctor, the man clutching his hand to his chest, "Sleep now."
When the security officers burst into the room, they could only stare in horror at the young boy, lying on the floor in a pool of blood, the rest of the staff and a green-haired woman watching him in shock as a doctor lay on the floor sobbing in pain.
"Well, Midoriya-san, Midoriya-kun," the new doctor said as he stood in the room, making sure to keep out of arms reach of Izuku as the boy and his mother watched him, "We have some interesting news."
Izuku nodded, shifting his hands slightly as the leather manacles on his wrist chaffed against his skin. He'd woken up with them on that morning, and no idea why. His mother had told him that he'd gotten violent. That he had hurt one of the staff, which would explain why most of them were keeping a wide berth around him, and so had been restrained while he was unconscious. He didn't remember any of it.
"After yesterdays…incident," the doctor continued, "We were able to take Midoriya-kun's blood for more extensive testing. This included the usual tests and some extra ones."
"Usual tests?" Inko asked, "What usual tests?"
"Oh, you know," the doctor muttered, "Blood type, white blood cell count, tests for various diseases, and, of course, testing for the presence of quirk factor."
"But Izuku is quirkless," the woman said, before trailing off, "He has been since…"
"It's okay, mom," Izuku said softly, trying to reach out to take her hand, the manacles stopping him before he could lift his hand too far.
"Well, that's just the thing," the doctor said, coughing slightly as he shuffled the papers on his clipboard, "You actually showed abnormally high levels of quirk factor in your blood, young man."
"What?" the two Midoriya's said in sync, their heads snapping around to look at the man in shock.
"Well, to put it simply," the doctor replied, "Congratulations, young man. You have a quirk."