Chapter six - Surprise is the Jester of Life
Izuku walked outside the school, only to be met with two fuming parents screaming at him. The fact that Hisashi could breathe fire made it all the more scarier. Izuku didn't like it when his parents were angry. Sure, his dad was scary but a woman's rage is not to be trifled with.
"Izuku! What the fuck were you thinking? Accusing someone of bullying and physical abuse?!" screamed Inko. Her once pure, green eyes had a glint of red in them. Izuku remained stoic.
"And Katsuki of all people? Izuku, aren't you two friends? That is messed up. If there was ever a problem going on you should have told us!" shouted Hisashi. Izuku also did not like being yelled at. It didn't make him sad, it made him angry. But, due to the bad stuff that occured when he spoke, he bit his tongue to avoid damage in the long run.
"Izuku, get in the car. I can't believe this shit.." said Inko, she stormed off into the car and Izuku was behind her, not saying a word and shutting the door.
"I really cannot believe didn't even ask for MY side of the story?" thought Izuku. A frustrated sigh subconsciously escaped his lips. Inko scoffed in disbelief at her son's act of rudeness.
As they drove off, Izuku saw a man with what looked like Black flames or mist of some sort behind the bushes of the school.
"Strange." said Izuku out loud while furrowing his brows.
"Izuku! Don't get distracted while we are in the car! I'm talking to you got damnit!" said Inko. "We have been watching you these past weeks and noticed a huge change of heart in you. Your eyes looks mundane and your gaze is empty. Your hair is growing past your shoulders and along with that pale skin of yours, you look almost like a girl! Your mannerisms are all over the place!"
"You are growing up, I get that. But can you tone it down a bit? You're making us look like bad parents with that rotten attitude." Hisashi butt in. He was angry but his voice was calm. Izuku could tell when his father water angry as he was speeding up more and more in the car.
"What's this feeling of deja vu all of a sudden?" thought Izuku as they speedily drove down the road.
"Why do you never listen to us? I gave birth to you, Izuku! I've been trying to be a good mother to you and at first it looked like I was doing a good fucking job until you decided to start throwing accusations around like you're playing baseball, damnnit.." Inko teared up a bit.
Izuku lost his patience.
"Can.. you SHUT UP!" Izuku shouted. "YOU TWO DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER LISTENING TO MY SIDE OF THE STORY! YOU TWO DIDN'T HELP ME WITH MY MOOD SWINGS AND THE WAY I WAS ACTING DID YOU? BUT YOU JUST KEPT THINKING 'OH HE'LL GET OVER IT SOON, HE'S JUST A KID.' CAN'T YOU TWO JUST LOOK AT ME FOR..one fucking..second.."
Izuku was about to cry until he finally found out the source of the deja vu.
"Woah, wait. This scene….m-my dream..No...No fucking way.." Izuku felt his facial features leave as he saw that same truck from this dream go round the corner and speed near them. The nightmare was happening in real life. He wheezed as he could barely breathe. He had his eyes but that was just more of a cruel joke. Who wants eyes at a time like this? His skin went a ghostly pale and he looked like he was on the verge of madness as he looked at the horror that was going to unravel. His eyes were beady and his voice cracked.
A lorry made a perfect sharp turn straight into Izuku's car as if it was rehearsed a million times before. There was an ear splitting noise of a thousand knives that entered his ears when the crash happened. However, that pain was nothing but a prick compared to the pain in his chest when he saw his parents being sent to their maker. Hisashi died in the crash protecting Inko, giving her a minute or two before she died.
"No...NO NO NO! Mom..Dad..! I-I-I-I'm s-sorry I won't talk back anymore I won't act like a brat anymore please don't..go.." Izuku's lips were trembling like a leaf as he held his mother's hand to his face.
Inko gave a weak smile and said, "H-honey...We..are so so..sorry we didn't..listen to y-you..forgive us.." blood was leaking from her forehead.
"Mom, don't speak like t-that..! I..I.." Izuku was having a panic attack and couldn't speak properly.
"H-Honey..your birthday is 'round the corner, right?" she said with a fuzzy gaze. "Your father would want you t-to have..this.." she breathed very small breaths and places a black key in Izuku's hand. He could tell she wouldn't make it but hoped against fate.
"M-Mom, what is this?" he tried to keep her conscious with his voice. His breath was warm on her cold, pale hands.
"G-Go to the house and you will see.." her eyes were closing.
"Mom please don't talk, open your eyes, damnit! W-Wait a little longer and the heroes will be here to save the d-day..!" he cried desperately
Inko said her final words, "Izu..ku..heroes failed to save you..I will..never forgive the..m" Her eyes closed and her hand fell off Izuku face. Izuku cursed his luck and whispered incoherent things.
"Ha..ha..you've got to be fucking with me…." he said in despair with an empty, crazed smile. He lost everything. He had nobody and nothing. All he had was chaos, hate, anger, pain and despair in his life. He couldn't even squeeze out tears anymore. He'd seen it all now. He kissed his father and mother as if to say 'good night' and left the scene when he heard police cars and an ambulance coming. Izuku had a tear-stained face, puffy bloodshot eyes, pale skin, mundane green eyes and long locks of green curly hair.
"Just like a girl's.." he said in a whisper, he repeated what his mother said in the car during the argument. "I hope Kacchan's happy that my life is in tatters."
Before he step foot into the house, he saw a body of Black Mist wearing a suit next to his door. Izuku blinked hard with a bored and tired expression before stepping into the house.
"I'm seeing things. I must be." he thought.
Izuku stepped into his parents room.
"Pardon the intrusion." he said in a dull tone. He looked for anything with a lock on it and saw that there was a closet behind a bookcase which was quite cliche but knew that his dad was dramatic and loved cliches. Izuku opened the door with the key and saw a dusty, old but clean black set of clothing. In the closet he saw a black yukata with no decorations, black tabi, black wooden geta and a black samurai sword with sharp and stainless steel long blade. The sword had a sheath and a sheath strap that went on the hip of the yukata. What terrified him the most was the white faceless mask that was next to it all.
"D-Did Mom and Dad predict their own..and they knew I would…" he thought in horror. "There's no way..no w-way.. You can't possible have two quirks per person and under the same roof! Coincidences didn't happen like that..surely.." He shook his head. It wasn't that he didn't believe it.. It was quite the opposite! He didn't want to believe that there was such a possibility.
Izuku's face turned quite gloomy when he said, "I have no right to think of them or speak of them at all..anytime I speak somebody always gets hurt. I don't get it.." Izuku decided that he wasn't going to wear it just yet, he would save it for a special occasion but he doubted it would happen.
But what Izuku doubted always happened. Fate just hated him like that.
He felt heavy and guilty as he walked across the floor to his room. While he was of course beyond the depths of sadness, he had to be realistic and get rest as there was school tomorrow.
" 'Be realistic', huh. I wonder where i've heard that one before.." a glimpse of All MIght's comforting smile flashed in his mind. "No matter. I don't deserve anything good, do I."
Izuku crept into bed with soreness.
"Maybe if I'm lucky I won't live to wake up.." he smiled to himself in a wry manner and went to a dream.
(Izuku's dream)
Izuku saw that he was a on a roof wearing the black outfit, sword and mask his father gave him. It was nighttime, the wind was blowing and he saw that there was a fair amount of chaos going on below. He was confused how he could see through a mask with no eyes, but he dismissed the thoughts and continued his observation.
"Am I in..Hosu..?" thought Izuku.
He observed the mess and chaos that was going down below and saw three or more 8-foot-tall distorted looking creatures that were causing mass destruction. For some reason, both 'dream Izuku' and 'real Izuku' did not feel scared. It wasn't as though he was at peace with himself but he was calm and self-possessed. He looked behind him and saw a person in a robot looking costume and a man armed to the teeth about to fight then suddenly the robot guy froze. Izuku was exceptional at analysing quirks, heroes and villains alike.
"Is that..Stain and.." Izuku squinted a bit, "..and..Ingenium?" he thought the dream was nonsense but still looked around his surroundings. Suddenly, Izuku jumped down from the building with ease and met the floor with no sound whatsoever. In his geta and tabi, he casually walked over to two people. A man with hands all on his body and face with light blue messy hair..and what looked like…
"That Black Mist...Where on earth have I seen that.." he then remembered the Mist behind the bushes at school and the MIst that he saw by his door. Izuku was confused at why he was thinking about that Black Mist at a time like this. The guy with hands and the Black Mist looked alot like villains, but Izuku wasn't one to judge appearances. Then, as if naturally, Izuku drew his sword and swiftly jumped into the air to cut off the large creatures head only to see the head grow again.
"Impossible.." Izuku said slowly.But the dream only progressed.
(Unknown location)
A young man with light blue hair viciously scratched his neck like he was in frustration. At a bar that had no customers, there was also a laptop that was in the corner of the room. It was always open and didn't have anything on the screen.
"Hmm.." said a voice from the laptop. "I can somehow feel a dark aura reeking from somewhere… I have the feeling I've never met such an aura of animosity. This feeling… It almost feels… depressing, crushing..maybe even empty and useless."
The voice laughed a hearty dark laugh.
"Sensei, are you talking about me?" said the man with light blue hair in a giddy tone.
"No, Tomura. You have yet to succumb to a darkness of this extent."
Tomura grunted in displeasure.
"However, this feeling is one I felt before. Of a quirk I somehow wasn't compatible with and it ended up rejecting me."
"What quirk, Sensei?" asked Tomura in curiosity.
"A quirk called 'Make Believe'." said Sensei. "This quirk only activated when the user is unconscious or asleep. The quirk gives the user a dream or a glance into the future and the user can change what happens in the dream. What happens in this dream will happen in real life."
Tomura was absolutely stunned and in admiration, his mouth agape. "This person can basically control the world."
"Once they have accepting darkness and somehow exercised the quirk, yes they can to an extent. But this quirk user… they don't seem to be in any control of the quirk, almost as though it came to the user by accident. This user doesn't want the quirk."
"Sensei.." said Tomura, with a laughing kind of tone while scratching their neck at a fast, excited pace. "I'm interested in this..very interested."
The grass is greener on the other side.