After some deliberation I am going to rewrite this again as this is not something that seems to be going the way I originally envisioned it and has gotten way off track. I will still post on this story, just deleted all the chapters. Please also keep in mind I am a High school senior, looking for a job and trying to understand how College Works without any help from my school.
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WARNING! WARNING! SENSITIVE TOPIC GOING TO BE DISCUSSED WITHIN THIS CHAPTER. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. DO NOT HATE. R**E MENTIONED. R**E OF A MINOR MENTIONED.
LOSTBELT 5
ANCIENT TITANS' OCEAN: ATLANTIS
THE DAY A GOD WAS SHOT DOWN
"Eeehhh, they are so weak," Izuku vaguely heard that bastard murmur to his brother.
"Not to mention ugly," the second giggled.
"He's not," he felt one of them kick his leg and he groaned as pain shot through the hurt appendage.
"He's not dead," one remarked.
'What should we do Pollux," Castor asked his brother as he leaned down to look at Izuku better. "He has such clear skin and...adorable freckles...not to mention he has to be a virgin."
No…
"Well," Pollux murmured. "All other offerings have been a bit too...complacent and boring for my taste...I do like a challenge," Izuku could feel his sick grin.
NO!
"Take him with us," Castor confirmed.
"Yes."
Izuku lashed out, going to punch Castor who was closest to him, before his fist was caught, twisted and he was shoved into the ground.
"Ahaha! You weren't kidding! He does have some fight," Castor laughed as Izuku struggled under him. "That plus your beauty is just a package deal! Now that we don't have to deal with that rabid bitch Caneius, we have all the time in the world!"
"We've seen how you fight," Pollux murmured as he crouched down and moved Izuku's green hair out of the way. "You fight like a beautiful dancer...you have a lithe and strong body for one."
"Touch me and I will tear out your throat with my teeth," he snarled, barring them threatening as the two laughed happily.
"Ahaha! That means we have a reason to gag you my darling," Castor grinned as Izuku struggled with renewed vigor. "This one is going to last longer than a day! I know that much!"
"Indeed," Pollux looked so happy. "But we need to knock him out if we are going to take him back to the island!"
"You think Wodime will want us to share," Castor murmured and Izuku felt tears well up in his eyes as the hand came down to knock him out.
When Izuku came too he knew that he was in Castor and Pollux's chambers, if the large ornate bed he was chained too was any indication.
He looked at the chains and groaned when he saw they were mana restraining cuffs. So magecraft was out of question.
"Oh! You're awake!"
Oh no…
He looked to the windows and saw both Castor and Pollux looking at him with hungry eyes, and it was then he noticed that he was not in his Chaldean Uniform, but in a traditional greek Chiton. One that was very...very see through.
"Sorry, these rags you called clothes were just so ugly to your figure we had to give you something worth a beauty like you," Pollux giggled as he and his brother sauntered over.
"Fuck off," Izuku snarled.
"Oh! You do have a fire within you," Castor laughed as he and his brother plopped down on either side of him. "I do wonder how long it will take to extinguish that fire...and break the stony facade you have shown us?"
"I will be saved long before then," he growled, straining against the cuffs.
"Hmm," Castor huffed. "Pollux, get the gag. I won the right for his first time," he grinned maliciously and Izuku struggled even more. "I think it's a nice treat for the gods like us to receive virgins ...but if they have no fight what's the point in that?"
Izuku fought, baring his teeth and snarling as Pollux attempted to get the gag inside his mouth before Castor slammed a hand on his throat and held his head in place. Izuku choked for air as Castor pushed down harder and harder on his throat. Just as he was getting lightheaded, especially from the gag in his mouth, he let up and he greedily took in breathes as Pollux left beg to get some wine and Caster went between his legs.
"I am sure this will be fun...and I am positive we will break Chaldea's best fighter," he murmured in Izuku's ear as he sobbed.
Izuku knew that they would come to save him, but he never expected his escape to go the way it did.
After he came too from...however many rounds he could last, he saw a flash of blonde and began to struggle. He would not tolerate those greek idiots defling him anymore, until someone shushed him and he saw that it wasn't the twins but Wodime sitting beside him and about to pour a potion down his throat. He tried to move back but stopped at the pain.
"Oh hush," the crypter sighed, showing Izuku a high potency healing potion. "I am not here to hurt you or do anything to you."
"Why not," Izuku challenged.
"Because I am not a pedophile," he replied dryly. "Trust me the moment I realized what they have done and who they had done it too, I sent them on a long mission as punishment."
"Your not going to kill me...after all I am Ritsuka's disciple and a fixture of Chaldea," Izuku murmured as he allowed Wodime to pour him the potion.
"Your a child...your what...8?"
"10," he swallowed, moaning as relief came through him. "i'll be 11 soon.'
"You're not even a teen, so you don't deserve this," Wodime sighed and moved to release the shackles.
"How long have I been here," he asked, but Wodime knew the real question.
How long have they used me?
"Two days," Wodime murmured, helping him up. "I have your clothes. I managed to save them before the twins burned them."
"Thank you, he murmured, grabbing the clothes.
"Get dressed, and then I will point you in the direction of where your group is," Wodime sighed, getting up and pushing his hair back.
"Just one qustion if you would," Izuku asked, and he got a hum in response. "Why do you hate Ritsuka so much? The other crypters, barring Daybit who seems to not like anyone, were cordial to us...why do you hate her so much?"
"Ask him, he'll always save her in the end," Wodime huffed, looking away as he pursed his lips. "I'll be outside, come out when you're ready to go."
Izuku was silent as he dressed and the walk to his freedom was silent as he strode alongside Wodime, the man stony in his silence as he guided the lost boy to his freedom. And then he set him free like a bird that had a wounded wing, but unlike a set free bird who has had time to heal, Izuku must fly away with a freshly broken wing and find rest to heal properly.
Unfortunately for Izuku, healing would never come for him. Not for a long, long time.
Izuku gasped as he jolted into consciousness, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he tried to figure out where he was. His eyes flicked from place to place, noting he was in a room that was closed off and there were no columns anywhere...he was in his home in Japan.
He wasn't in Greece...he was in Japan.
He...he was safe.
Shakily he brought a hand up to his face and tried to calm himself, but he couldn't
He...he felt so dirty….he felt so dirty that it hurt. Swallowing he got up as he moved to the door, quietly getting out into the hallway and to the bathroom where he began to scratch himself wildly.
He could still hear and feel them, hear their sweet words and tender touches that would soon become shameful taunts, dirty talk and rough grappling. His legs shook as he felt their phantom touches and their...he felt their…
He could still feel the shame he felt they decided to use him.
Shaking his head he scrambled to the shower and put it on full blast and heat, wanting to burn and wash the feeling all at once...he needed to fully cleanse himself. He didn't care that he got his underwear wet as he managed to get his pants and shirt off, he just wanted to feel clean again.
He took in some shaky breaths again as the heat from the shower began to clear his head and cement that he was safe and he was 'home' in the vaugest sense of the term. But he didn't feel safe...he felt as if they were always watching...that they had staked a claim on him and broke him down fully like they wanted.
Tears poured down his face as he grabbed the cloth on the bar in the shower, beginning to scrub as hard as he could, sobs wracking his body as he tried to forget….forget what they did. His neck felt heavy as he looked at the pendant on his neck, the shame of being trained for years only to be overtaken by two….servants...made him so ashamed.
All he needed to do was clean himself and cleanse himself of everything they had done, Izuku swallowed as he looked at his arms….littered with scars and nicks from various battles.
Dirty, he thought. He was so dirty.
He...he needed to become clean and pure again….yeah...that's right.
He just needed to cleanse his body of the filth that his body had.
Inko felt as if something was wrong and that prompted her to wake up and look at the clock, before groaning at seeing the time.
2:34 AM
Rubbing her eyes she pulled her covers closer and snuggled into her warm cocoon, until the sound of the shower had her blinking awake again.
Shower?
Izuku.
Getting up she stumbled out of bed and hastily grabbed her robe as she walked to the bathroom and gently knocked on the door, waiting for Izuku to open up...but it seemed like he had the nozzle on the strongest setting.
Knocking more firmly she listened and waited for Izuku to acknowledge her, after a moment she grabbed the handle and slowly opened it. On the ground where Izuku's Pj's hastily thrown onto the ground like he ripped them off.
The heat was impressive and the steam coming from the shower was so white that she couldn't see.
A hiccup told her that her boy was crying and wasting no time she rushed in and gasped at the state of her baby.
His skin was dark red, skin rubbed raw and he was still scrubbing himself; worst of all he showed no signs of stopping. His eyes were wide as he no doubt was remembering something that got him to this state and she could only rush in, allowing the scalding hot water to hit her and grab the arm that held the cloth, stopping him from hurting himself more.
"Izuku," she whispered, after turning off the water and taking the cloth from him. He baby was looking blankly to the bottom of the tube, hand twitching as he fingered the golden ring that he was found with. "Baby are you alrig-" she moved to touch his shoulder before he spoke.
"Don't touch me," he whimpered, eyes closed as he tried to suppress the visions flashing across his mind.
Inko retracted her hand and moved back to get some distance before she caught sight of a horrid scar on her baby's back. It was so long that and it scared her at how deep it looked, going from the base of his neck to the bottom of his back.
"Izuku what is-"
"I don't want to talk about it," he murmured, shakily moving to get up. Inko grabbed his arm before gasping as he ripped it away from her and yelled out- "DON'T TOUCH ME," he looked so crazed in that moment, like a animal cornered as he huddled up in the corner of the tube.
"Baby-"
"Leave me alone," he choked, tears welling up in his eyes as he tried to mold himself into the wall.
"Okay," she nodded. "Okay," she moved to leave and an ear out as she heard him shuffle about before grabbing her phone and calling a certain doctor.
"You look like shit," The Priestess stated when she saw him the next day. "And I mean it."
"Thank you," Izuku murmured, leaning back and sighing. "Exactly what I need to hear."
"Have you been having nightmares about the De-"
"Do not say their names or their title," he warned, but there was no bite to it. "I have enough to deal with as it is."
"School?"
"I am tired," he murmured, rubbing his eyes as he looked over the file he was given when he entered. "So….someone has been draining Ley Lines of Mana?"
"Yes," she nodded, she knew when he wanted to drop a subject.
"This is the work of a mage," he sighed, looking through the police reports the Priestess had stolen. "It has to be...and not one good at hiding. If going by these summoning circles left behind."
"They are getting people from England to come over and try and decipher them," she informed the boy. He was not listening to her. "Izuku...did you dream about your capture?"
"Don't," he warned. "I don't want to talk about it."
"You seem like you don't want to talk about a lot of things," she shot back.
"What are you a real therapist now," he growled out. "If I remember correctly the only reason I was ever sent to Chaldea was because I was a mage."
"Izuku-"
"I had use to you and you needed me to be trained-"
"Izuku," she yelled out, the boy jolting. "You are deflecting and you know it. Calm down."
"Right," he sighed, placing a hand on his forehead to stop a headache. "Sorry."
"How is school," she asked, leaning back.
"I regret not convincing my mother to test me out of school,' he sighed, the woman eyeing the 18 year old.
She will admit that allowing the boy to convince her to stay in Chaldea's original world until High School Graduation was not the best...but she owed that much too him after she allowed him a safe haven of people who accepted him...only for it to be taken away.
But now she had to deal with a snarky 18 year old who was in a 10 year old's body.
Damn parallel world time differences.
"You said you have something to aid me in finding the mage," he asked, looking dead tired.
"Yes, I managed to grab this before I left our world fully," she handed him a cube.
"Da Vinci design," he murmured.
"Sharp eye," she commented. "It's a portable Chaldean Computer that gets its power from Mana. BB managed to get her hands on it and transferred it's core to the Moon Cell so you have access to all data."
"Convenient," he commented with a huff before placing it down and moaning in discomfort. "God...this fucking Ugallu wound," he moaned out.
"The one that nearly killed you," she jolted, getting up.
"Yeah," he sighed, allowing to look at the wound.
"Did you do anything to inflame it," she asked, Izuku stilling before groaning and placing his head in his hands.
"I tried...to cleanse my body with scalding hot water last night," he admitted with a sigh.
"I see," the priestess sighed. "Are you sure you do not wish for me to prescribe any medications? I could put a confusion spell on the slip-"
"I am fine," he assured her, he moved to place the cube in his bag. "I survived years without medication in a world that understood me and I can survive in a world that doesn't."
"Izuku," she spoke up, the boy stopping his movements. "Those are two very different worlds."
"I guess," he sighed, leaning back. "Anything else you wish to ask?"
"How is your upkeep on your training?"
"Since I am basically an insomniac at this point, I mostly train at night and on Dagobah beach," he sniffed. "Sometimes I dance the waltz to keep up in the etiquette lessons."
"I see...what about weapons? I doubt finding a sword or even a bow will be easy," she sighed. "At least ones made for actual combat and not sport."
"Are you forgetting," he sniffed, leaning back and for a moment the priestess saw the cocky boy who thought he could take on the world with a swagger. "Senji Murasama was a servant for about 2 years under Chaldea. I know how to make a wicked good sword."
"And the Hunter of Artemis," she sighed, smiling. "They taught you everything...didn't they?"
"Yup," he winked before slumping forward with a sigh. "Problem will be getting away long enough to make the sword."
"The bow is easy," she raised a brow.
"Mostly wood carving...but that's once I have built up some more strength," he sniffed. "For now is recon. I have four years to come up with a solid plan...I am going to make sure I take every precaution."
"I believe in you."
FEW HOURS LATER
"Mom," Izuku sighed as he watched her turn to the hero channel. "Why?" He was sick of watching them, he could never turn anywhere without a hero advertisement somewhere.
It was really fucking annoying.
"I thought something familiar might be nice," she smiled, but it faltered at his bored and annoyed look at the TV.
"I'll be in my room, and I am going to sell the figures as well," he sighed, getting up.
"But you saved up so much to get those," she gasped.
"So," he shrugged, hands in his pockets as he turned to face her. "I...just really can't stand looking at those heroes."
"But-"
"We'll talk more over dinner," he assured her with a soft smile before leaving.
Inko watched in stunned silence.
Izuku groaned as he retreated to his room and was faced with...All Might.
Good god, what was his younger self thinking.
Shaking his head he moved to his desk and pulled out his sketchbook and water colors, flipping to the page with the Round on it, before setting to his task of finishing filling it with color.
As soon as all of these figures and posters were gone he was going to set his sights on making detailed portraits of them all, before he forgot them all. He was only glad he managed to make a sketch of them all before they all left.
After he finished Bedivere, ah...he missed that Knight, he turned to the next page and froze at the sight of Castor and Pollux, his hands shook as he took in their cocky faces filled with glee and forced himself to remember…
The ones he made the portrait of where his friends and the ones who hurt him were long gone.
So are the ones who were your friends, that treacherous voice in his head reminded him.
"Shut it," he grunted, slamming the book closed and tossing it onto his bed. He leaned back in his chair with a groan and gave another as he looked at the annoying All Might poster.
He'll be the first to admit all the good the guy had done...but it came with certain drawbacks.
People became too used to having him come in during the…'Big Operations' and that made them not reach for the stars. They were content to let All Might, a mortal man in the end, deal with it and have taught the upcoming generations the same thing.
The moment the symbol of peace, a man untouchable, began to wane...Chaos would erupt.
And he was going to be a front row witness.
He could only wonder if the man knew that within a 100 years time...no one would remember his name.
That was the sad part about their society at the moment.
Heroes were no longer a diamond in the rough, more a novelty than anything and that's where he guessed that heroes became something that was attainable now. Something...very human.
No longer something awe inspiring or unattainable.
It took the fun out of things, in Izuku's opinion. Human's banked themselves on being able to attain the impossible and if that impossible was no possible...what then?
Maybe that's why he hated his world so much, he mused crossing his arms over his chest. He had seen what happened to a world where humans had reached their peak or they refused to evolve and reach for the stars and beyond.
He was honestly scared shitless that is the path his world was heading for and the mere thought of it becoming a Lostbelt was something he was terrified of.
He could only hope that something would come along and help them push further beyond than what they are now.
Hopefully.
"Izuku," his mother called, the boy turning around in his chair. "The food is ready."
"Alright," he called.
He can muse on his world's humanity later.
Later that night Izuku had stared at his arm as he filled his Mystic Code with Mana and held the photo of him and Ritsuka.
He may be living with his birth mother now once again, but he was hard to think of her as his mom. After all, most of his life had been spent in Chaldea with Ritsuka.
He'll admit he feels shitty, she was trying to be the mother she wanted to be...but he just is never going to see her in that light. Maybe one day...but not that day.
Looking down at the photo he thumbed his mother's face and suppressed the tears that threatened to well up as he looked at her smiling visage. Her smile was so warm, her wild buring hair contrasted with his dark green and her amber eyes shone in happiness.
He knew...he guessed he always knew that she and Roman wanted to separate themselves from him the more Grand Order dragged along. They were afraid that they had ruined his chances of reintegrating back into his world with them taking up the parental role.
Maybe they had…
But they were so happy, he always knew it was selfish of him to want to ask the grail to keep him home...to keep him in Chaldea with his family.
But...no matter what they did, no matter how much they helped and how many they saved...his mother and him were nothing but rats to the mages association.
It wasn't fair.
Why did they have to do that to her?
Why did she have to be a martyr?
Why did she have to die?
"Because be it mage or human," he murmured, his mystic code fading. "Humans will always fear what they do not know, what they do not understand and what they cannot control."
Ah...Humans could be such fools at times.
Maybe that's what made them so perfect at times…
Who knew, he mused flopping back onto the bed.
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