Despite the fact that this is the same prologue as the original, I am keeping it this way because it was already good, to begin with. It was the rest of the story that needed to be completely overhauled and fixed. With that said, I hope you guys don't mind this, but after some really useful pointers from Notsae (another user on FanfictionDotNet) he helped me realize the flaws that were with this story. I've kept up the original in case you guys wanted to go back and compare and contrast, but for now, that's all I really have to say.

I hope you guys enjoy the new version of this story, but first, something you lot are already familiar with- with a few edits, of course.

No Face.

No identity.

No thoughts.

No body.

No will.

No sentience.

That was his existence, dangling in a void above a bright light, taunting him as he swung in the airless vacuum. Tight, metallic chains constricted his body as his head hung low. His thick long white hair drooped over his cut-up and mutilated body.

No breath.

No mind.

No voice.

It was torture. Dangling just above a chance at a new life. What did he do to deserve this? All he wanted was to overcome his weakness, to overcome his illness. Was that not the right thing to do? To prove the world wrong? To spit in its face? To prove that he was not weak? The ends justified the means, did they not? Those he turned wanted it. Sure he stepped on some toes to get to his ultimate goal, but it was always dangling just out of his reach.

The irony was palpable. He found that hilarious. If not insulting.

"Can you feel it?"

An endless void. An endless darkness.

"It's just around the corner."

That voice mumbled in his non-existent head, his torn body dangling above that light. Speaking cryptically in his ears all the time. All it would say was it is not your time on repeat, slowly driving him insane. But now it speaks differently? Why the sudden change? He did not know why, but this was interesting.

"What is your name?"

A question that he could actually answer? That was a first. Although, there was one small hiccup. What was his name? He forgot it after so long….

No.

How could he forget who he is?

"Muzan Kibutsuji…!" His hoarse voice shouted into the void, blood dripping from his torn apart body. His cry was anguished as if merely saying his name caused him a great deal of pain. There was silence, his eyes opened for the first time in a long time, showing bloodshot red eyes with cat-like iris's.

There was an unmountable silence, and just when he thought the void had tricked him, he was answered by that voice in his head.

"Do you want a second chance at life?"

Now there was a question with an obvious answer. Of course, he wanted it! But… did he deserve it? After what he did? After all the pain he had caused?

Oh, who was he kidding? Of course, he did! He suffered long enough, both as a Demon and as a human. He suffered his entire life, and now he was able to fix that. He was able to live a life with purpose. Getting reborn was something that he wanted—no—needed.

"Y-Yes…" He rasped, coughing as the voice in his head went silent. It took a few moments for it to respond, but it did not speak. Instead, the chains loosened, and as he fell into the light, the voice spoke to him.

"Welcome to the world…!"

"…My precious Izuku," a tired-sounding feminine voice greeted him. His ears heard right, Izuku… that was his name now. He felt his memories fade, knowledge of who he once was disappearing as he felt the loving embrace of his new body's mother.

However, before Muzan Kibutsuji died and faded away like a terrible memory, he needed to ensure that his legacy would survive. He noticed that this body felt wrong, and so he quickly removed a pinky toe joint out of instinct with the last remaining bits of his body modification powers.

He didn't know why he did it, but he knew it would serve him no use. He also injected a part of his old self into this body, altering its genetic make-up ever-so-slightly to give him the progenitor powers that he had in his original body. By the time this body could use it, he would return, if only slightly. Not physically, but mentally. Muzan Kibutsugi would live on through this body, that much was for certain, and while it would only be through his powers, it was better than not having them at all.

For some reason, he knew that this boy would show the world that he was not weak. That this body would prove to be a perfect, shining representation of how he wanted to be in his old life. With that knowledge, he surrendered himself completely to his eternal death and rebirth.

it was finally time to rest...

And when Izuku Midoriya opened his eyes for the very first time, they shone a bright red.

[Four Years Later]

Izuku knew he was different. He always felt that way for some reason or another. For one, out of everyone in his class, he was the only one who exhibited the measures of a Quirk since the day he was born—his red cat-like eyes proved that beyond a shadow of a doubt as neither his mother nor his supposed father had them.

In this sense, he was unique.

The boy was short, but then again any boy his age would be short. He stood at around 2'11, his skin was pale, and he had freckles dotting his cheeks. His hair was black with green highlights—the black was thanks to his dad, and the green his mother.

He wore a simple green long-sleeve shirt and brown pants, black shoes with red highlights, and white socks. On top of his head was a yellow hat that covered his face, and his socks rode up to his knees. He was prone to bad sunburns, which was a trait given to him thanks to his father.

He was also the smartest person in his entire school, even being able to do grade 5 and up to school work with a basic lesson on it. He thought it to be a part of his Quirk, which he had originally had thought was just cat-like eyes. Then, he originally thought that it was Hyper Intelligence, and the cat-like eyes were just an add-on. But then, then the other abilities showed up, and he had been amazed by them. His mother and father were shocked that he had all of those abilities in just one Quirk! But, that was for another time.

Speaking of his parents. His mother, Inko Midoriya, was one of the kindest people he knew. His father, on the other hand, well, he went missing a while ago. He claimed to have moved to America and sent them money once a month on the first of each month, and it was usually 200K Yen. It was enough to pay the bills, get groceries, and get Izuku some new clothing, but that was about it.

He had never seen his father in real life, only through family pictures or the occasional video. The man was tall, ranging around six feet, with matted black hair, and green eyes—the same as his mom. They both had skin problems, as in the video he was complaining about how his sunburn was going to be bad—they were at a park—and the video ended shortly thereafter.

And that was all he knew and saw about his dad. He seemed like a nice person, but from what his mom told him, he was a Pro Hero in America known as Flashfire. His Quirk was flame breath, and he could breathe flames out of his mouth. His mother was the one that told him that, and speaking of his mother, her Quirk was an "attraction to small things."

Basically, it was a weak psychic quirk that allowed her to bring small, yet also useful objects closer to her within a small distance from her person. It was a decently useful Quirk for day-to-day life, nothing more, nothing less.

But then there was his Quirk, which was what the doctor called a 'Variant-type Quirk.' A Variant-type Quirk was a Quirk that shared no similarities with the two Quirks the parents of the child had. Someone born with this type of Quirk was exceedingly rare, and only 1 out 100 children born IN THE WORLD had this sort of thing. And while it was such an amazing thing, Izuku was non too keen on boasting. It just wasn't in his blood. So, he simply kept it to him just having cat-like eyes, which would make him look weak in the eyes of everyone, and possibly net him a few friends. But, that turned out to have the opposite effect. Sure, everyone believed him to be weak, but it was the friend's aspect of that that had gone a little bit off than what he had initially expected. And while he DID have a friend originally, that changed once he revealed that his Quirk was only just 'Cat-eyes.'

Obviously, this wasn't the truth of the matter, but whatever. That wasn't the point.

Most people in his class were afraid of him due to his eyes. Nobody wanted to talk to him, not even his supposed 'friend,' Bakugo Katsuki, whose nickname for him was "Cat-eyes." It was meant to mock him for being different, which was weird, considering there were far worse mutation quirks out there that made people look like lizards. Then again, from the books he had read, that was just something inherited within human culture and customs. If you looked different, then you were the odd-ball, no matter how minor the change was.

In that sense, he didn't know why people picked on him. He wasn't a bad person, yet everyone jumped to conclusions because of his 'scary eyes.' People called him names that, while hollow, still hurt to hear. Fellow classmates and even some teachers spoke behind his back- basically, they were bullying him because he was different.

Just because he was different, however, didn't mean he was going to stand around and take it. "One of these days... One of these days and I'll show them the real me!"

One day… all it took was one day, and everything in his life would change. And that day was today, whether he knew it or not.

"Hey! Cat-eyes!" A voice called out to him as he sat alone at the edge of the sandbox. He looked up from the gravel floor that he had been staring at, and his eyes met the eyes of Bakugo, who flinched upon seeing them. Bakugo had sharp blond hair, red eyes, tan skin, a blue and yellow striped shirt, brown shorts, and black sneakers. He was the school bully to anyone but those who followed him around like he was a king.

And, unfortunately for Izuku, he did not follow the boy around as if he was a king, and therefore, was one of the victims of his bullying.

"Quit it with the creepiness, Cat-eyes! Why don't you just wear sunglasses and cover them up already! Maybe then people will hang out with you!" The blond-haired boy laughed, chuckling to himself while Izuku simply stared at the ground, ignoring the boy.

Bakugo always taunted him when they talked. But he was never going to give in to what he said. He wasn't going to cover up his eyes just so he could make friends. If people didn't like him for who he fully was, then they would never get to know the true him… at least, that was what his mother told him.

"Leave me alone, Kacchan…" Izuku said, getting up from where he sat, only to be pushed into the sandbox by the blond-haired child. The boy's hat fell off of his head, exposing his eyes even clearer to the daylight, causing him to squint. "Ow…."

"Ha! Like hell!" Sparks flew from the little boy's hands as he activated his Quirk, Explosion. The boy could sweat out nitroglycerin, and use it to create explosions from his palms. When his Quirk was revealed to everyone in the class, everyone saw it to be awesome. Even Izuku thought it looked cool.

Then the boy started using it on him.

That was when Izuku realized that Bakugo was not his friend. Though he still called him Kacchan, it was really only out of reflexive memory. A part of Izuku still wanted to be Bakugo's friend, but he knew that in all likely hood that him being Bakugo's friend most likely meant a lifetime of bootlicking.

"K-Kacchan! P-Please—"

Izuku wasn't allowed to finish his sentence, as he was dragged up from the sandbox by Bakugo, who had a shit-eating grin on his face. "Oi! Terrio! Matsuda! Come 'ere!" Izuku paled at the mention of those two names, in particular, seeing as he knew where this was going to end.

Terrio and Matsuda were two of Kacchan's 'friends.' They praised the floor he walked on as if he was some sort of god. Even as a child, Izuku knew full well that the way they treated Bakugo was not normal.

Terrio was a rotund boy with no hair on his head. He had two massive bat-like wings behind his back. He wore a white tank-top, black shorts, and flip-flops.

Matsuda was a thin stick of a boy who had black shaggy hair that hung over his eyes, a pointed chin, and extendable fingers. He wore a black shirt, orange shorts, and black sneakers.

"Look, it's Cat-eyes! What a joke. What're we gonna do Bakugo?" Terrio taunted, flaunting his wings as Izuku covered his eyes with his right hand. "I can pick'em up and drop him into the tree," the rotund boy stated as Bakugo shook his head.

"Nah, we did that last week, it's boring," The blond bomber said, looking over to Matsuda. "What do you got?"

"I can tie him up with my fingers, and then you can blow him up!" Matsuda said as Bakugo smirked.

"Yeah! Then Terrio can throw him up into the tree! Great idea Matsuda!" Bakugo said, slamming his right fist into his open left palm. "Doesn't that sound fun, Cat-eyes?"

"P-Please, Kacchan, Don—"

It was too late to beg, as Bakugo and his lackies did exactly what they said they do. Matsuda tied him up, and Bakugo hit him with at least 10 consecutive explosions to the chest, arms, and face. Finally, Terrio flew him up into the nearest pine tree and left him there to hang, all the while the three boys laughed at his expense. When they made sure that he wasn't going anywhere, they left him up at the top of the tree.

Within the tree, Izuku balled up his left hand and grit his teeth. He mentally cursed the kids for leaving him up in the tree. No normal person could climb their way down after being pelted by explosions. However, Izuku was NOT a normal person.

The first-degree burns on his body began to disappear, as did the bruising there afterward. Any twisted muscles or cracked bones were also healed in the blink of an eye, and the annoyance on Izuku's face dimmed down to a calm expression.

This was another aspect of his Quirk that he knew about but kept secret. Outside of his insane intelligence, he also had insane levels of regeneration. No matter what hit him, he could regenerate it—at least he thought so anyway. He had yet to test out just how far his limits were, and he didn't intend to, not unless he had no other choice.

He also had damage resistance, which he found out when Bakugo first blasted him with a powerful explosion to the chest that would've killed any normal person due to it being point-blank, and it being uncontrolled in terms of how much power he put into the blast.

It was also that day he learned about his regeneration, as the blast had left a massive 3rd-degree burn on his chest.

Now, normally, a regular person would've died from all the torment that Bakugo put on Midoriya. However, Midoriya was far from a normal person. He only let it show that his Quirk were cat-like eyes and endured the bullying that Katsuki had done to him. Although, if there was one thing that baffled him, it was how Bakugo could just ignore the fact that he recovered from his torment faster than anyone else. He just assumed the boy was that dumb to not notice it right away. But that was NOT the point. He had let it go on for far too long.

He was starting to get fed up with how he was being treated.

Izuku rolled out of the tree, hitting the ground with a sharp thud, then immediately stood up, dusting himself off from the impact. He walked over to the sandbox, grabbed his yellow school hat, then affixed it back on his head. The shade immediately covered his eyes as he rolled his neck from side to side, a basic muscle exercise to get any kinks out of it.

He looked around at everyone in the area and determined that no one had seen him fall out of the tree, nor had seen him be put into the tree by Terrio. People ignored his plight, as per-usual. When other people bullied others, it was noticed right away and dealt with. But for some reason, Bakugo was different.

That, however, would change today.

His crimson red eyes locked onto Katsuki's back as he laughed it up with his friends, all of them drinking from juice boxes that they got from the teacher. The fact that Bakugo got away with half of what he did was infuriating in its own right, but for Terrio and Matsuda to as well just by association? It made his blood boil.

Izuku could feel something ripple in his back, and his eyes squinted towards Bakugo's unpoked Juice box. He had yet to put his straw in it. With that, Midoriya smirked. There was yet another aspect to Izuku's Quirk that he had kept hidden from everyone, and that was the ability to create spiked whips out from his spinal cord that he could freely manipulate.

One such whip slithered out from underneath his shirt and posed to strike Bakugo's juice pox. As soon as Bakugo went to put the straw in his juice box, Midoriya huffed, and the whip, faster than the human eye could see, snapped and attacked the juice box, stabbing through the box itself and slamming it into the wall, flattening it with ease as all the red juicy contents sprayed across the wall.

Bakugo's eyes widened as this all happened in the span of a split second. By the time he had looked in Midoriya's direction, the boy had been pretending to get up after falling from the tree. The two boy's made eye contact, and Midoriya simply glared.

This caused Bakugo to flinch, then scowl. "Oi! Cat-eyes!"

At this, both Terrio and Matsuda turned to face the green-haired boy, who simply glared at both of them, they too flinching at the sudden scathing look. "Did you have something to do with that just now?!" Bakugo asked, squealing in anger as Midoriya shrugged, grabbing onto his shoulder to fake the pain of moving it suddenly.

"N-No… Kacchan," Izuku said, lessening his glare to make it seem believable. Bakugo simply scowled, shaking his head before walking over to the teacher to get a new one. Izuku smirked from the subtle victory. It wasn't exactly the biggest of wins, but it would all amount to something in the future.

As the rest of the day went on, Bakugo refused to bug him or even talk to him, which was a start. As far as he was concerned, he wanted nothing to do with the boy as well. If he kept ignoring him, that would be for the best.

Things were starting to change for the better in Izuku's eyes, and it was all thanks to concealing his Quirk's abilities. So long as he made himself look weak, no one would think much of him. Truth be told, he knew that there was something more to his Quirk than even he knew, and he would later find what those abilities were.

When he got home from pre-school, he said hello to his mother, and they both exchanged hugs. The boy then immediately went to his room in his two-bedroom apartment to read some books that his mother got him.

The books in question were about human biology, and the book next to that was a notebook. He had a few posters of All Might hanging in his room, as well some figurines of the titular man. The number one pro-hero was someone that Izuku looked up to, though not for the same reasons as most people did.

He saw All Might as a bar to surpass, as well as a guiding light for the people. It seemed like contradictory viewpoints, but in his mind, it made sense.

If All Might was the pinnacle of human evolution, then why not see him as a bar to surpass? If he was the guiding light of the people, why not be the next one? In his younger years, he believed that All Might was the unstoppable hero that everyone else saw him as. But as the years went on, he noticed that All Might was slowly getting weaker, even in his TV debuts, he was beginning to take more hits to stop bigger and worse villains.

Because of this, Izuku had a feeling that All Might would not be around for long. It didn't help that his intellect allowed him to view things in such a way that they seemed slowed down.

Regardless, the four-year-old still regarded All Might as a symbol of peace, at least while he still lived and breathed. As the day began to close out, and as Izuku and his mother sat down to eat in peaceful silence, one thing floated around in the green-haired boy's mind.

"What will my role in this world be? Will I be the Hero that everyone looks up to? Or will I be the Villain that everyone fears?"

Izuku had yet to think of a possible career path. With All Might's strength, while being unmatched, dwindling, and with the rise of villainous activity in recent months, what would be the best course of action that Izuku could possibly take for his future? Become a hero and help those in need, but be restricted by laws, or would it be better to forgo that and do whatever he damn well pleased?

He looked over to his mother, who was more than aware of his hyper-intelligence and posed her a question. "Mom. If I became a villain, would you still love me?"

This nearly caused Inko to spit out her food, coughing a little as she blinked rapidly. "If you become a villain? Why would you want to do that, Izuku?" Inko asked, a little bit worried as Izuku shrugged.

"I don't know. I'm just asking out of curiosity," Izuku said, taking a bite out of what he considered to be bland Katsudon—then again all food tasted bland to him, as was another drawback to his Quirk—and chewed.

Inko took a moment to ponder what it was that Izuku asked, then ultimately sighed. "No matter what you do in your life, Izuku, I will be supportive of you. Even if it is morally questionable," Inko said with a soft smile on her face. Izuku simply nodded, then finished his food. Later that night, Izuku went to bed with peace of mind, knowing that his mother would love him regardless of his future actions.

This is the tale of Izuku Midoriya, the reincarnation of the once feared Muzan Kibutsuji, and his rise to the top.

-To Be Continued-

This idea came out of my head on a rainy afternoon after reading some Reincarnation fanfics, and I decided that this was interesting enough to put to word. Tell me what you guys think via a review or something, I don't know. Till next time, peace.