Chapter seven - Unwanted Desires, Sweet-flavored Bandages
The Black Mist stayed outside the door of the house to make sure that there wasn't any strange activity that might taint the unfathomable Midoriya Izuku, as he was a valuable recruit for the league. The Black Mist was more than certain that the dark aura he was sensing came from this boy he saw at the school, the car and now the house.
"Such a stain on this boy's soul is one that can't be cleansed, no matter how much influence is forced upon it. I am sure Master has comprehended his value and his aura. Now I just need to make a motion of contact towards this boy." thought the Mist. He saw that Mr. and Mrs. Midoriya had been taken away by ambulance 6 hours after their death and there were reporters and locals ready to bombard Izuku for answers to their questions. The Black Mist waited until the boy came out of the house to make his first approach.
Izuku came out of his house with paler skin than the day before and a forest of bicept-length dark green hair. His cheeks were slightly sunken and his eyes no longer had the gleam of hope that it used to as a child. He wore his normal black uniform and the second he stepped out of the house, a mob of reporters, mourners and local neighbors he had never seen before were in front of him with eyes thirsting for answers.
"Kid, tell me, what time did your parents die and why did they drive so recklessly?" shouted an insensitive reporter. Izuku was holding his tongue, he had gotten used to it.
"Mr. Midoriya, I am so sorry for your loss..and at such a young age.." loudly cried a mourner, as they burst into a fit of tears. Izuku just stood there thinking he might be late for school. Such stoic manner shouldn't become a habit for a growing boy of Izuku's age, but he didn't particularly care.
A local with a cigarette hanging off his lips then said while pointing up to the sky, "Boy! You won't be able to live in that house much longer..the guilt will eat you alive and then by your own hands, you might go and meet your parents up in-"
The Black Mist suddenly appeared in front of Izuku and formed a hindrance between the mob and Izuku, who just stood there clutching his bag patiently.
"Huh? Isn't this that guy who was in my dreams with the guy with the hands? How did he..oh yeah, he was here yesterday.. But still. He is basically stalking me but he seems to be protecting me.." pondered Izuku.
"Strange.." muttered Izuku. He didn't think that anybody would hear what he said, but it seems as though his words didn't fall on deaf ears.
"Indeed, you are a strange one." the Mist replied in a whisper, as if to answer Izuku.
"Everyone, I bid you good morning. Please refrain from bombarding the young child with questions that might set him in a state of panic or sadness. It's none of my business what has happened, nor do I know what happened," lied the Mist, he was watching the exchange of words firsthand before the parents departed from their son. "But please act with a little more self-composition and sensitivity."
One of the locals weren't having it but neither was Izuku. He just wanted to get to school but he was being held up. He was prepared to leave but was curious to watch the bravado in front of him.
The local demanded, "Oi, who the fuck are yo-"
"Have I made myself absolutely clear?" asked the Black Mist in an intimidating, chilling tone. Almost as if he was daring anybody to retort against him.
The entirety of the mob immediately left the area and went back to where they came from, leaving just the Black Mist and Izuku.
"Interesting, but I've got school."
Izuku bowed to the Mist as a thank you and proceeded to walk to school. Before Izuku could even take a step, the Mist said,
"Kurogiri. My name is Kurogiri." said the Mist.
Izuku turned to face Kurogiri but he had already disappeared.
"What the.." Izuku was a little surprised for a view seconds before shrugging it off. "Whatever." He made his way to school.
(Unknown Location)
Kurogiri appeared to the bar looking dapper as usual and bowed towards Tomura in respect.
"Good Morning, Mr. Shigaraki."
"Huh.." Tomura turned around to face Kurogiri, he wasn't expecting him to arrive so suddenly. "Oh, Kurogiri. Where did you go?"
"I went to look for recruitments to fill in some positions in the League. I found somebody quite remarkable, if I do say so myself." Kurogiri was still respective as he spoke and saw that the laptop had a red light flashing. Master was listening.
"Recruitments? Remarkable?" Tomura scratched his neck. "Who?"
"Yes, Kurogiri." said Sensei from the laptop. "You have piqued my interests a bit. Do elaborate."
"Of course. The person's name is Midoriya Izuku and I began observing him from his school because I always felt a certain dark aura that I couldn't put my finger on. He is bullied- no, being abused physically at school due him being quirkless. He showed quite a display of passiveness." answered Kurogiri.
"Quirkless? Have you finally lost it, Kurogiri? We can't let deadweight hang here! Sensei he-" Tomura was cut off.
"Tomura, be quiet while Kurogiri is explaining. Listen attentively." said Sensei with enough authority to shut Tomura up.
"As I was saying, he receives abuse for being quirkless at school and he comes back as a mess. His darkness only grew more. His parents died less than a day ago due to unfortunate circumstances and Izuku was naturally distraught with a mix of emotions. After letting them all out, he seemed rather...empty. Like a person who didn't have the will to live anymore." said Kurogiri.
"Empty..No will to live..Dark aura. This person, could it be.." thought Sensei.
"...He went into his house for a purpose that is unknown to me but I teleported near the wall and heard a few words like 'predict' and 'dream'. When he said those words, he sounded quite horrified. He was in a room, but not his one. I'm assuming it was his parents due to the recent deaths of them. Today a few hours ago, I saw a mob that were bombarding the boy and I stopped them and gave Midoriya my name. He didn't seem to speak at all during this incident. Maybe it was self-punishment. That is all I have to report." finished Kurogiri.
"Haha.." laughed Sensei. "This is quite the string of events! It's an undeniable fact that the bearer of 'Make Believe' is indeed, Midoriya Izuku! Kurogiri, you have done an outstanding job today. I insist, please rest for a while until you are called."
Tomura held out his mouth like his jaw was loose somewhere.
"This..this bearer has Sensei hooked! That's fucking unfair!" childishly thought Tomura. He groaned.
"Understood, Master. Thank you, Master." Kurogiri bowed an exited the bar to go to his room.
"That boy is thought of so highly by Master." Kurogiri furrowed his brows. "Just who are you, Midoriya?
Izuku arrived school just in time for the bell. He seriously wasn't in the mood to get cleaning duty. The difference in physical appearance of Izuku was prominent, as he got a few stares from across the class. In a normal situation of the stares, he would be in tears. Izuku right now didn't give a flying fuck about the nosy eyes facing his way. He had a plain and bored expression on his face and rested his jaw on his knuckles with his elbow on the table. Bakugou just looked pissed off as usual. Bakugou didn't seem to harm him during the lessons, meaning only one thing; he would get it hard later on in the day. Izuku just accepted that it was inevitable.
Lunch came slower than Bakugou and his lackeys liked, but it didn't matter when they could yet again pay a visit to their human punching bag. They crept up behind Izuku in a sinister way, practically tackling him to the floor.
"Deku!" said a snarling blonde with a ferocious growl that rivalled that of an animal. He got explosions ready in his hands.
Izuku just sighs in disappointment, but he sheds no tears. Bakugou goes down to pin Izuku on the floor and grabs the whole of his forearms.
Bakugou pauses.
"Huh? Aren't you gonna cry?"
"If you're going to kill me, make is brisk." replied Izuku in a dry, wry manner. He really did not care what Bakugou did anymore. Pain is the one thing that stuck with Izuku. Bakugou noticed a change in Izuku, but he didn't care as it only pushed his buttons more.
"The fuck? You think you're better than me Deku, huh? Don't look down on me you shit!" roared the blonde, his hands were still on Izuku's bare forearms and he let off an explosion on Izuku's entire forearm. It was such an indescribable feeling and his arms were numb for a while afterwards. He then whimpered a bit in pain but not actually crying any tears.
"Ouch..that is going to leave a scar for sure.." thought Izuku. "No matter, I'll take these scars as a momentum of this world. After all, it will be the only time Kacchan will probably touch or see me like this again before I go and meet my parents."
Izuku smiled.
Bakugou and his lackeys couldn't comprehend what was happening. Izuku no longer responded to the abuse they were giving him and even smiled at the end as if he were saying, 'That all you got?'. Bakugou wasn't having it and decided one more blast on his arms would do enough damage.
There was smoke in the hallways and through it Izuku saw a silhouette of a tall boy with spiky hair and stomping feet.
"He's mad." thought Izuku.
Bakugou walked up to Izuku, who was still on the ground, and places his hands on those same forearms and blasted them again. He gave a smaller explosion on his arms but left Izuku unconscious on the floor.
Bakugou's lackeys just stared in disbelief.
"I-Is he dead?" asked a lackey, nervously.
"What? Of course not, I'm no murderer. I'm going to be the number one hero, you shits." shouted Bakugou, he stormed off to the next lesson, leaving Izuku knocked out for 2 hours.
Izuku awoke on the same floor he was burned on and let out an emotional sigh. He looked up to the ceiling and wished he could meet his parents sooner.
Izuku got up reluctantly and was shaky due to the loss of blood. He went straight home, not caring for a second what the consequences would be. He wanted to go home quickly.
Izuku arrived home quite quickly because he didn't want people staring at his arms like they were dog shit. When he got home, he takes his shoes off and went to find the first aid kit.
It was in the kitchen in a green box with a white cross, he opened it and found thin strips of bandages that went around the perimeter of his arms like they were meant to be there. He finished quite quickly and decided he no longer wanted to live in his parents home. The house was eerie and cold without them to warm the place up. He went upstairs and picked up the black outfit his dad gave him, a few shirts and trousers and a pair of sneakers. After that, he decided that even though he wasn't living in the house, he couldn't just dismiss the memories made in there. He also wanted to stop thinking about them, he was going crazy. So, he got the match stick and set the carpet on fire and then the fire spread extremely quickly.
"I won't be long. Thank you so much." Izuku gave a 90 degrees bow and left the premises.
He was alone with nowhere to go. Little did he know, he was being watched from afar.