The Boy was lying on the cold linoleum, red copper in his mouth, leaking between his teeth. The sound of angry hate and whimpering despair echoed behind him. His green eyes settled onto the couch in front of him, looking through the dark green hair that fell over his eyes. He remembered when his father was gone, busy. He remembered joy and happiness on that couch, tomorrow was a forever away then. But then his father had returned home, with cruelty and anger. Before became a further forever than after.
The Boy noticed that the sounds behind him lessened. The Despair had fallen silent, The Anger was alone. It kept going, it did not care for anything beyond itself, and so it kept insisting itself into the world. Fear bled into The Boy, and so he managed to push himself up to look into the kitchen.
The Woman who was his mother lay motionless on the ground and The Man who was his father stood over her, his stature tilted, held down by alcohol. In one instantaneous moment, The Boy's hatred bubbled over and so, with The Man's eyes pointed away from him, he grabbed onto a knife. The Man had assumed that he had beaten out any fight that had been within The Boy, He thought his will gone. He thought wrong.
With invisible strength and His mind complete, The Boy tackled his father and he hated him. He hated his father with a common cooking blade. He hated him again, and again, and again. The Man stared up at The Boy on top of him. Whatever things The Man spoke in those final moments is between The Man, The Boy, and whatever God allowed a father to act like this. The Boy sat there for a moment, covered in red which contrasted his hair and eyes, his Instrument of Hatred in his hands, half buried into the man. Looking around, The Boy realized that soon, he would have to clean the area, Hide his Hatred. But, just for a moment, The Boy wallowed in it, and felt no regret.
The Boy stood, leaning against the counter of their kitchenette. His hand smeared The Man's vital red onto the white countertop. The Boy quickly washed his hands, causing swirls of crimson to run around the sink, eventually heading down the drain. The Boy wondered for a moment if he would think back on the blood fondly. If he would even think back on the blood at all.
There are moments in our life that last beyond the seconds they take of our lives. Whether that is through regret, pride, the wounds they leave on one's Psyche, or perhaps they're so impactful that they can become a part of us. A wound can become a body part, as impactful as any intrinsic personality trait.
The Boy checked The Woman's pulse and found that her skin still held the beating of a drum. He let out a breath of relief, and brought her out of the Kitchen, away from The Body That Was The Man. He set the Suitcase down onto the ground, away from the body and reached into a drawer. He pulled another instrument of hate, a large meat cleaver. The Body couldn't be found, not here. So he had work to do.
~~~~Line~~~~
Izuku looked at the captured villain, frozen by Todoroki. The only free parts were his fingers, head and neck. From the looks of it, he had a metallic nail quirk, likely able to be cut so it wouldn't grow too long, but still able to do sizable damage.
"What are you doing here?" Todoroki asked, the hidden half of his face adding to his intimidation. It wasn't quite enough though.
"I-I A-Ain't T-Telling you sh-sh-shit!" The Villain said, shivering from the cold.
"Oh, I think you will." Izuku said, reaching out for one of the Villains Fingers. He quickly snapped off the metal nail, causing the villain to flinch in pain."Now, You're going to tell us what you and your little crew are doing, ambushing a highschool field trip. Or, I'm going to see how long it takes for you to bleed out with your nail in your throat." Izuku accentuated the point by putting the nail to The Villain's neck, pushing just enough to be uncomfortable.
"Y-You can't do that! Y-You're heroes!" The Villain protested. Izuku pushed a little harder on the nail.
"We're not heroes yet. And you don't know what kind of people we are. I'll tell you what kind of person I am. You see, this is your only chance, your last exit off this ride. You fail to take advantage and save yourself, then I am fully willing to go through with my promise. No second chances. I'm that sort of a man." Izuku said, a light smile on his face. "So… What are you and your friends doing at The USJ?"
"W-We w-w-were hired as numbers! Deal with students while the Head Guys kill All Might! That's all I know, please don't hurt me!" The Villain pleaded.
"I believe you. I sincerely hope we don't meet again like this. Because, Like I said…" Izuku said, pulling the nail away. "No More second chances. Goodbye." He said, turning to Todoroki. Todoroki had wide eyes, well one wide eye, the other hidden behind the half face mask.
"Would you have actually…?" He didn't even need to finish for Izuku to understand the question.
"Obviously not!" Izuku said. "I'm just… A good actor, I guess. We needed the information!" He said, validating his actions in his eyes. "Now come on, We need to get to the center to help with Aizawa and get outta here." And Izuku turned and began to walk. He did not see when Todoroki did not believe him.
~~~~Line~~~~
The Boy wrapped each piece of The Man in tight plastic. The boy was careful, putting a tarp down to catch every fleck of Red on the counter. The Boy had packed every package into the suitcase carefully. Now, The Boy had to hide the body.
There were mechanical eyes lining the streets, watching those who decide to walk through the lights on the mainstreets. The backstreets had less eyes, and the eye near the backstreets of his home had been blinded long ago. His friend from birth whose hands could show his hate with a loud smoke and flash filled voice had practiced on it when they were young, before they knew what the object was and its purpose, before they knew their own.
With a large enough hood, the Eyes would not see The Man's blood on The Boy's face. The Boy had forgotten in his haste, but his face showed his hate clearly.
Perhaps, It was luck that he met the girl that day.
~~~~Line~~~~
"How does Himiko Toga know you?" Tsukauchi asked Izuku, who currently had two broken arms.
"Must've seen me in the sports festival." Izuku said. Lie.
"Are you sure about that?" Tskauchi asked again and Izuku tilted his head at the detective, and a small smile came to his face.
"True Man. That's what All Might called you." Izuku said, dodging the question. "I thought I recognized you." He said, causing The Detective to quirk an eyebrow. "I don't know. The Sports Festival was just a guess, I wasn't that confident." Izuku said, finally answering his question. Tskauchi's quirk determined it to be the truth.
So why didn't he believe him?
~~~~Line~~~~
The Boy had made it far from his home when he heard crying, not too far from him. The Boy had a bleeding heart, and it gets him in trouble later in life. He followed the noise to its source. A girl with yellow buns.
The boy announced his presence with an awkward greeting. The girl turned and saw him and saw his face. She saw him well and truly. Beyond the stutters and mumbles, she saw into The Boy's soul. She saw the Hate.
The girl smiled at him and told him that he was like her. That he was a monster like her. She saw as he did not believe her. She told him that she sees the hate in his heart, and its effect on his face. She called the blood flecked on his features beautiful. She admitted to having killed before. The Boy took a step back and in fear of losing the only peer she had known in weeks, The Girl admitted to knowing where to hide a body.
The Boy stopped his retreat, knowing that she would know a better place to hide The Man then him. He was new to this. She knew the areas police didn't look at.
The Boy asked what The Girl wanted and The Girl said that she wanted Blood, fresh. The Boy promised that if she helped him hide The Man, The Boy would let her have some of his blood.
The Girl agreed and the two headed off towards a beach filled with trash.
~~~~Line~~~~
Things were not adding up with Izuku Midoriya. He was quiet and nervous in class, but the way he acted during the USJ, threatening the villain in the USJ, Himiko Toga's intimate knowledge of him, as well as his reaction to news of the death of the villain Muscular, painted a picture that just doesn't fit with what he knew of Midoriya.
Aizawa had expected tears, or shutting down when he had to tell Midoriya the news of the villain he faced. But Midoriya simply nodded and accepted the news. Aizawa had asked to make sure he was okay, but Midoriya brushed it off, saying "It was an accident. Nothing I can do."
Muscular's neck was broken when they found him among the rocks, likely happened when Midoriya knocked him into it.
Aizawa sighed as All Might told him to go ahead. Divide and Conquer to get all of Class A acceptance of The Dorms by end of day.
Not. Fucking. Happening.
"Toshinori, I'd feel more comfortable if we were both in there." Aizawa disagreed. "I've been meaning to talk to the Midoriya's for a bit. I know you have some sort of Mentor thing with Midoriya," Aizawa said, rolling his eyes at his objections at the personal connection. "So you can take the lead. I can even give you some time alone, but I think due to the amount of time the class and Midoriya specifically have been attacked by villains this year, extra security should be taken." Toshinori hesitated before nodding, and the two walked to the door of The Midoriya's. The two answered the door and walked stiltedly, nervous at having All Might in their home.
Walking past the younger Midoriya's room to see the All Might shrine that it was, made sense. There was a flitter of reflection under the bed that caught Aizawa's eye, but then they were past the room and headed towards the living room.
When Inko Midoriya refused to send her boy to the dorms, Yagi looked over to Aizawa, quietly asking for some time alone. Aizawa was fine with that. He stood, bowed, and let Toshinori talk to the Midoriya's. Aizawa headed back towards Izuku's room before the kitchen caught his eyes. The Tiling was off. Quietly heading into the kitchen, he knelt down to look at the tile. Small nicks in the tiling, as if someone stabbed it.
Aizawa's curiosity got the better of him and pulled out a small knife he keeps on him at all times, as well as a mini forensics kit. You never know when you'll stumble across a crime scene. Quietly prying up the tile in question, Aizawa grimaced as he saw dried blood underneath. He quickly collected a small sample and put the tile back where it was, hiding away the knife and kit back into his suit. He moved back and headed back towards izuku's room, just in time to see a determined Izuku Midoriya leave the room, a piece of paper in his hand, headed towards the living room. Aizawa waited for a moment before heading into Izuku's room.
It was the same All Might shrine he saw a glimpse of earlier. Nothing seemed out of place from before, outside of the currently open drawer that presumably held the paper Midoriya ran out with.
Looking below the bed for the object that glinted as he passed the room earlier, Aizawa found a photo and kitchen knife. Aizawa pulled out the photo to see it's of a man, with similar features to Izuku, but older. A father maybe? Where is he then?
Looking over the knife, Careful to no put his finger prints on it, He could tell it had been heavily cleaned. Minor deterioration to the blade showed to that. Any possible DNA had deteriorated long before then.
Why would Izuku need a knife?
He quickly put the two back when he heard footsteps coming towards the room, rising to a standing position before Izuku Midoriya entered, the piece of paper in his hand, presumably to return it.
"A-Aizawa-Sensei!" Midoriya said in surprise.
"You really like All Might, huh?" Aizawa said dryly, easily hiding the rising suspicion within him.
"Y-Yeah… He's a good hero." Midoriya said, his eyes flicked towards his bed and what's under it before returning back to him.
"Yeah… I could never do the whole merch thing, especially now." Aizawa said, keeping Izuku in his periphery as he looked towards The All Might Merch. Midoriya looked at Aizawa with suspicion lacing his eyes.
"How so?" Midoriya asked. His tone was colder, calm.
"When I was young, I was too self conscious for merch. Now though, I just couldn't handle seeing a student of mine wearing a shirt with my face on it." Aizawa turned to Midoriya. "He's a braver man than I."
"I wouldn't say that." Izuku said. "You're braver than me, at the very least. I…" Izuku paused, moving over to sit on his bed. "Ever since my Dad disappeared… I've kept a knife under my bed just in case." Izuku admitted, tears filling his eyes.
"Don't people usually put it under the pillow?" Aizawa asked, and Izuku simply laughed.
"I was scared I'd accidentally cut my ear off in my sleep." Izuku said, his voice growing wet. "I just… I know I don't need it, but it's just…" Izuku paused, letting tears fall from his face. "He wasn't a good person and he was friends with bad people and… either they took him or they'll want him and… I'm just waiting for the other foot to drop." Izuku trembled, shaking. Aizawa sat down next to him and gently rubbed at his back. As rough as Aizawa makes himself appear to be, he still has training on dealing with traumatized victims, especially traumatized kids, due to his position as a teacher.
"It's okay." Aizawa reassured.
"It's part of the reason I want to go to the dorms." Izuku admitted. "I love my mom and I love this place but…"
"You think it's safer at UA." Aizawa finished. Izuku nodded, keeping his head pointed to the floor. "That's alright. You deserve to be safe, Midoriya." He said, and he did believe that. He believed that Midoriya's father disappeared, That Izuku had a knife under the bed, That Izuku wanted to go to UA.
But Aizawa can tell that Izuku Midoriya did not tell the whole truth.
~~~~Line~~~~
The Boy buried The Man in the sands of a forgotten beach. He would not be found for quite some time. The Boy thanked The Girl once the deed was done and offered his wrist. She took his wrist and drank his hate-soaked blood. The Girl knew more about The Boy now than anyone who said they knew him before. She knew him better than he knew himself. She knew him as well as he would later know himself. She knew him well enough to become him, a Mirror of what he truly was.
Most of us would see this as horrifying. Most people cannot have the amount of awareness necessary to truly know oneself. The Boy saw this and was fascinated. He was willing to know himself truly, and this point is where one could look back and point and say it was where The Boy died. That the Boy died and became anew that day when he began to know himself, and that He was never the same again. Whether that is true is between God and The Boy.
The Blood kept coming to the surface of his mind. The pleasure of hurting terrible people came to his mind again, A high he was willing to be addicted to. A wound can become a body part.
~~~~Line~~~~
Toga watched as Izuku walked outside of his home, Out the back entrance. No cameras! She stalked closer and closer to her Izu-kun, getting right up behind him and-
Izuku flashed green lightning around his body as he turned around, hand grabbing at her throat as he brought her to the ground pinning her with his hand on her neck and his knees on her arms
"What are you doing here?" Izuku asked, the lightning flickering away but his natural strength and weight still kept her from moving.
"I can't visit you Izu? But we're soulmates!" Toga said as she writhed into him in his grasp. Izuku rolled his eyes.
"Soulmates?" Izuku asked, letting out a laugh.
"Yes! You're the Yin to my Yang! I love you Izu!"
"You hurt what you love." Izuku pointed out.
"Yes! And you hurt what you hate!" Toga said with a wide grin! "We're opposites! And you know what they say about opposites!" She said, looking lovingly into Izuku's wonderful eyes.
"They clash violently?" Izuku said, tightening his grip on her neck just a little.
"Well, if you're going to be like that, then fine! I won't tell you the uber secret your-ears-only message Shigaraki told me to tell you!" Toga said, attempting to cross her arms, but was unable to due to Izuku's pin. Izuku scowled at that.
"What? Did you tell him?" Izuku asked, a growl to his voice.
"Only that you're more similar than you think!" Toga squeaked out, very excited about the situation she found herself in.
"Good." Izuku said, letting go of her throat and standing up. "Do you have a mask?" Izuku asked.
"Plenty enough to get back without getting caught!"
"Good. I actually like my life where it's at right now, and I don't want meeting with a murderer to ruin that. Fairly certain my teachers don't suspect a thing." Izuku turned to glare at Toga, who was currently rubbing at her neck with a wide grin. "Despite your best efforts."
"Oh, I know you don't mean that. I know you!" Toga said, getting up and quickly saddling up next to him. "We're soulmates after all!" She exclaimed as she threw her arms around his neck.
"Right, soulmates." He said, a smile growing on his face as he looked at her. She leaned over and kissed him on the lips. He returned the kiss, smile on his face. "Now, what does Shigaraki want me to know?"
"Oh just that he's thankful." Toga said with a smile. "He thought what the League needed was Muscle. You helped show that Muscle isn't everything. He realized that when he saw you break Muscular's neck. He was crass, didn't care for the people he killed. You, however, your hatred of him made you stronger. That, and your need to protect the kid, it was a done deal before the fight even began." Toga put her forehead onto his. "It'd be so much easier if you were with me."
"I'm not a villain."
"Well…"
"I'm not a villain because I don't use quirk for that, And I'm not a villain because I'm Helping people. The only people getting hurt are people who deserve it. So tell Shigaraki to watch himself. That goes to the rest of the League too. Including you."
"Is that a Threat, Zuku?!"
"That implies I may not follow through if need be. You know I will." Izuku said, his hand trailing back to her throat. "I don't need any tools of the trade to do it too." He lightly squeezed it, not enough to cut off her air but enough to hinder it. "Not anymore."
~~~~Line~~~~
The Boy and The Girl would meet again. They would go on walks together, down the midnight streets, amidst the dreary. They talked long and hard about her Love and it's abilities abilities, and They talked of returning to blood taking it once more.
The Boy would protest simple protestations, lacking heat or true negativity. It was a performance. He knew the lines, he knew the script. Blood was not in it.
The Girl wanted to Improvise.
One night, the two came across someone The Boy knew, though the someone did not yet come across them. It was a hateful, hurtful person, who projected his hate onto The Boy. His Hate was a mirror of The Boy's Childhood Friend. This Someone who had no name in The Boy's mind had a different thing inside him, though equally harmful. This Someone's Lust was long and impetuous, writhing and searching. This Someone's parents were rich, powerful, so nobody noticed when This Someone would touch another they shouldn't, sliding their Lust where it isn't wanted, protestations falling on deaf ears.
The Boy was quick to drop the script.
This someone was never seen again. The Boy and The Girl hid the body in the sands covered by trash, and afterwards crashed into each other. They gave in to what they truly wanted, Blood, and each other, and soon it became impossible to believe a time before it. Before became a further forever than after.
~~~~Line~~~~
Aizawa watched as Midoriya did his classwork, laughing and shying away at the attention of others. It wouldn't have caught his eye if he didn't know what he knew, that he had killed a man, A villain. His nonreaction concerned him.
It also concerned him that the blood he found under the tiles belonged to Midoriya Hisashi, Midoriya Izuku's father. He went missing 2 years before the start of UA. Never solved. A cold case.
Depending on who you ask, he either likes cold cases or he hates them.
Hizashi would say he likes them, enjoys the challenge of the mystery. Aizawa would say he hates them, hates seeing unsolved cases go unworked, because his curiosity always demanded that he solve them.
That's just what is happening now. His mind can't help but wonder what the truth of the matter is, and how Izuku Midoriya factors into this. He can tell the boy wasn't telling him something, but he didn't know what.
Aizawa doesn't like not knowing things.
His phone buzzed, a text message. Looking it over quickly, his stomach dropped.
We found Midoriya Hisashi's body at the Musutafu Municipal Beach. 3 other bodies were found there. Get down here when you can.
"Class Dismissed."
~~~~Line~~~~
The Boy looked over the trash laden beach, hiding his deadly secrets. In order to make his Hate have internal power, He would need to risk himself. Tear away the clothing and hope they don't see the wounds. He knew how to hide wounds.
The Hero had told him he was good, heroic and The Boy believed him. The Hero had confused The Boy's Possessive Hatred of The Boy's Childhood Friend for a protective spirit. The Hero offered him power, to be like Him, a hero.
The Boy and The Hero were remarkably similar. They both had masks.
The Hero had a mask of strength that soon became what he believed he was and now his truth, his weakness was slowly eating away at the mask of strength until that was all he had left, withering weakness.
The Boy had The Mask. The Mask protected him but he had no misgivings about, unlike The Hero. It was just that, a mask. The Hero had forgotten that because he had never known himself, The Boy did. The Mask was a fiction, a story told numerous times to every person he'd ever met before The Man's death and nearly every person after.
The Boy had to never depend on The Mask so heavily before, but now that he had to tear down the walls which hide his Hate Stained Justice, He'd have to depend on when it eventually reveals itself. By then he'd have Intrinsic Power, Power that was truly his own.
Power to invest in his work.
~~~~Line~~~~
Aizawa looked over the beach, cordoned off from the vultures of the press.
Midoriya Hisashi was found by kid, just over 6 years old. He was building a sand castle when he found the suitcase. He had thought he had found buried treasure, Pirate's gold. So he opened it up…
And found the butchered body of Midoriya Hisashi.
The Police were alerted and they searched the beach, just in case there were more. They found three other bodies.
One was a kid, who would've been the age of his students if he hadn't been…
"Do we have an ID on the Kid?" Aizawa asked Detective Tskauchi, who saddled up next to him.
"We're working on it, but the clothes make it seem like he went to a nearby school. Aldera." The Detective said.
"Aldera?" That was Bakugo and Midoriya's old school. That's two connections with Midoriya. The blood found indicates Midoriya Hisashi must've died at the home. There were no reported break-ins at the night of his disappearance, and the people Detective Tsukauchi interviewed said Midoriya Hisashi, while not following the law, was not behind on any debts when he disappeared.
Midoriya Izuku may know more than he lets on, because he definitely lied to Aizawa.
~~~~Line~~~~
The Boy was falling. Falling, falling, falling.
Power was surprising, it had a backlash like you couldn't believe. The amount turned his bones to powder, it bruised his muscle, turning his arms and legs into sick and pained purple. The Boy would survive if he could stop his fall. He always knew if he could survive a wound on his own.
The Boy had, over long years, learned how to tell right away if you'd survive.
Luckily he was saved by a woman, who afterwards was sick with light and color. Her Love removed the weight from your body, left you floating on air. The Mask would love her, if the Mask were real. The Boy was committed already. He had a mission.
~~~~Line~~~~
"Midoriya!" Aizawa announced as he entered the student dorms. He was studying with Iida in the main lobby. Nobody else was around. "I need to talk to you." Izuku tilted his head in confusion. "It's about your father." Midoriya's eyes widened and his skin paled.
"What?" Midoriya asked.
"Can we talk alone?" Aizawa asked and Midoriya, still in shock, just nodded and headed over to Aizawa. Iida, for his credit, moved away to give them space.
"At 12:32 this afternoon, your body's father was found." Midoriya nodded his head as he went through.
"Do… Do I need to… Identify it?" Midoriya asked.
"Your mother has already been notified and Identified it." Aizawa said, and Izuku's fist tightened. "I was told to notify you."
"Who… found him?"
"A Kid, around six years old. Thought he had found buried treasure." Aizawa saw as Midoriya's heart broke, his fist loosened in shock.
"A kid…" Izuku muttered under his breath. "A kid found…" Izuku paused as tears filled his eyes. "I need to go." Izuku said, before rushing to the bathroom. Aizawa followed and heard Izuku retch and vomit. "That poor boy… It's my fault…"
Now why would he think that?
~~~~Line~~~~
The Boy hurts bad people. Nameless faces who carve their will into the world, no care who they hurt with their indulgences.
The Boy hurts them with his Hate. God's Wrath flowing down and filling him up in those situations turgid. Knowledge of the boy has been causing his Hate to bleed out of him in ineffectual puddles of clear tears.
He had hurt the boy, albeit accidentally. The Emperor was next to him, attempting to console him. He believed he could understand what The Boy was going through because of what had happened with The Emperor's Brother.
The Emperor could have understood, would have understood, if he had learned the correct lesson when he went for vengeance for his brother. He did not.
The Emperor was Justified in hate, but he abandoned it as quickly as he picked it up. The Boy was strong with his Morals, he actually stuck with them, even when the going got tough. The Emperor is weak.
He believes the man deserves his day in court, that the law will judge him fairly. The Law judges no one fairly, and the only reason The Emperor believes is because it works for him. He's never been on the other side, he's never been wronged by it, never saw as criminals ran free because of their father, never saw an abusive son of a bitch be able to walk right back to his victims because of a misfiled warrant, or a friend on the force, never had to worry that this arrest might not stick and that you'll have to withstand twice the beatings this fucking time!
The Boy inhales cool fresh air, and exhales hot fiery hatred. Short shallow breaths selfishly slow to deeply drawn winds. He can't let it get the best of him, not after all of the work he's done. The boy has to calm himself. Now is not the time for him to release his Hate.
~~~~Line~~~~
Aizawa sighed as he heard the news. Izuku Midoriya's prints were found on the bodies, kept pristine in their packaging. Izuku Midoriya was the main suspect. He was alone in his classroom, his leg raised on the desk to promote blood flow to his healing ankle.
"I'll keep an eye on him. Hopefully we'll be able to catch him or acquit him." Aizawa spoke into the phone, hoping against hope that his student was innocent, that he didn't miss this, because he should have clocked it if a student was a serial killer. "I really hope it isn't him… Midoriya seemed like a good kid."
"Maybe you shouldn't be on this case. You're close to it. Maybe too close."
"Maybe, but if he is a killer, I need to put him away." Aizawa said resolutely. He should have taken this in The Teacher's lounge though. That way The Boy wouldn't have overheard from the hallway, warned of his own soon coming arrest.
He turned and went back to his dorm. He needed to pack.
~~~~Line~~~~
The Boy overturned a duffel bag, dumping it's insides onto the floor of his room. He tossed in notebooks and clothes haphazardly into the bag, focusing on speed rather than presentation. The Mask was dead, or dying at least. No need to perform anymore. At the top of the bag were sheathed blades, a present from his soulmate.
He carefully grabbed the vials and syringes that he'd stolen from The Healer weeks ago. An anesthetic and a quirk suppressant. He carefully placed them into the side pouch and headed out the dorms, towards Ground Beta. When asked, he said he was going to train. He needed time alone. As he walked towards the area he opened an app to message The Girl. He typed in to open a portal using her gateway friend to the coordinates and right as he entered the Grounds, he saw it. An article about a death. His other hand clenched hard, enough to crush his phone if he wasn't careful.
He edited his message. He told her to open in half an hour,
He sent it and then opened another app for another message.
~~~~Line~~~~
Katsuki grumbled as he wandered into Ground Beta. Damn nerd, needed help and as much as Katsuki wanted to be selfish, he couldn't. Not anymore. He's realized he was wrong before, and now The Nerd's dad was found…
Katsuki couldn't imagine what Dek- Izuku was thinking. But he was gonna help, do what he could. It's the least he could do.
"You here, Deku!?" Katski shouted as rain began to patter around him. Should've brought a damn-
Something was injected into Katsuki's neck.
Katsuki moved away, exploding hands towards his attacker. Soon enough they spattered out of existence.
"Wh-What?" Katsuki said, glancing at his hands in confusion before looking over at his attacker. "Izuku?"
"So now you know my name. Interesting." Izuku said, stalking forward as Green Electricity snaked around him.
"Wh-Why?"
"I hurt bad people, Kacchan. You're not good. We both know that." Izuku said before launching forward at his prey.
~~~~Line~~~~
Shouta glanced over through various security cameras carelessly, until he got to Ground Beta.
"Oh no." Aizawa said, immediately attempting to rush out the door, to protect his students. But he fell to the floor, his wound keeping him from movement. "Shit!" He cursed before moving back to the chair and he began flying through cameras. Iida was the closest. He quickly fired off a text to Iida.
Izuku Midoriya is the main suspect in a murder investigaton. We believe he has at least 4 victims. Potentially more. He's currently fighting Bakugo on Ground Beta. Get there and keep Izuku there.
Aizawa glanced over at the camera of Ground Beta and paled.
He has a weapon, a knife. Be careful. Heroes and Police will be there but he needs to stay and Bakugo is losing fast.
Aizawa looked at the phone, his heart beating fast.
Yes Sensei.
Aizawa sighed and began notifying police and nearby heroes. All-Might, Vlad and Cementoss were off with 1-B, leaving him, who was injured, Midnight, who was on the opposite side of the campus, Present Mic, who was busy with his Radio Show, and Nezu, who was in a meeting at HPSC HeadQuarters.
He notified those he could get a hold of and hoped it was enough.
~~~~Line~~~~
Katsuki fell to one knee. His ribs were cracked or broken, his legs were weak and fading, and he kept spitting blood from somewhere, and his left eye was flooded with blood.
Not a good outlook.
"Why?"
"I wasn't always gonna do this Kacchan. But once they found what I did to my father, and that you did have blood on your hands, I had to."
"Y-Your father? You..?"
"Oh yes, cut him to bits…" Izuku laughed, a wide smile on his face. "It feels good to admit that!"
"Why?" Katsuki mumbled out through bloody teeth.
"He was a bad man, Kacchan. He hurt me and mom, and so I made sure he never hurt anyone again. And it was good, so I helped others! I saved them from hurt, from abuse. Finger's disappearance? That was me. He assaulted people, he did not take no for an answer, he put those fingers all over people who did not want it. He doesn't hurt anyone anymore! I'm doing good!" Izuku said, a smile on his face. Katsuki wasn't listening. He didn't notice that Uncle hurt them, that he was so bad. He should've noticed. He was to be a hero, damnit, he should've noticed.
"I'm sorry…" Katsuki managed out, kneeling on the wet pavement.
"Wh-What?" Izuku asked, cutting off his rantings.
"I'm sorry that I hurt you… I'm sorry it got that bad… I'm sorry I didn't help you…" Katsuki said before looking up at Izuku. "Somebody should've had your back. Probably was supposed to be me…" He said with a laugh that hurt. Izuku was quiet, no mutters or ramblings. Just quiet.
"I wanted to forgive you. For everything. I tried to, I really did. I put everything I could into it… But it's not enough. Not for what you did to me, and not for what you did to others." Izuku said as his fist tightened, his knuckles turning white.
"You can do good without this Izuku. I've seen it… I've seen you be kind.. I've seen you be fearless… I've seen you be so full of love… You're like your mom, like Auntie…"
And Izuku was in the Past.
~~~~Line~~~~
The Boy remembers a lot of things. He remembered apologies from The Man. He would say he's sorry, sorry it got that bad. Even when he made it that bad. He remembered apologies from The Woman. She would say she's sorry she couldn't help, that she didn't help.
He remembered excuses from his father. He would say that he just… has this anger sometimes… He would say he's sorry. The Boy would forgive him and the next day, the man would indulge that again.
~~~~Line~~~~
"Maybe… I am my mother's son." Izuku said, anger and hate rising within him. "But I'm also my father's son." and the floodgates burst and Izuku poured every bit of rage and hate and anger into Katsuki Bakugo. He did not his quirk, he just hurt him. Over and over and over and over again. He hurt him until Katsuki's breathing was shallow.
And Izuku pulled out his knife and pulled Katsuki into a kneeling position.
"Time to end this, Kacchan."
~~~~Line~~~~
Iida wandered into the fictionalized city. He had to keep Midoriya here. Aizawa-sensei's orders. He saw Izuku standing over a weak and beaten Bakugo, sluggish and unable to fight back.
"Midoriya!" Iida yelled out, causing Midoriya to turn and look at him. The newcomer. Midoriya had a knife in his hand, raised to his shoulder.
"What are you doing here, Iida?" Midoriya asked, shouting over the pouring rain.
"You don't have to do this."
"Walk away Iida."
"Could you? When your friend was making a mistake, could you walk away?"
"This is no mistake, Iida. I know what I'm doing.
"He's done nothing wrong."
"Higeki Nanako." Izuku snarled out.
"I don't know who that is."
"It's a girl from our middle school. She could change the color of her eyes. It was beautiful. He called it useless, a waste. Last words his lackeys told her before we came to UA was for her to kill herself. She did, yesterday. Her blood is on his hands."
"It's not his fault-"
"He set the targets, he aimed his nameless faced lackeys at whoever he wanted and he didn't care who got hurt."
"Is that the same with the rest of them?" Iida asked and there was silence.
"You know."
"I do." And the only thing they heard was the loud pitter patter surrounding them thousandfold.
"The people I hurt are horrible people. They deserve what I do to them."
"Nothing warrants murder."
"So it's only justified if you do it huh!?"
"That was a mistake!"
"The only mistake was doing it alone! Stain was a bad, bad man. And he deserves whatever's coming for him."
"And what crimes did your victims do?"
"They are not victims!" Izuku shouted, enraged spittle flying into the air and hiding with the rain. "They are perpetrators! I will not allow them to hide behind unearned victimhood!"
"What did they do?!"
"Kaneki Koshu, He raped and abused Pro Heroes who depended on him for good publicity, he focused on new graduates, barely out of the schools! Does that man deserve to keep walking the streets?! How about Isonsho Takai? He regularly endangered and almost killed his child just for the high of his kid's quirk?! Does he deserve to keep hurting people?!"
"What about the police then!?"
"They fucking knew! They did nothing! Kaneki Koshu's brother was chief of police! Isonsho Takai was arrested and put back on the streets because of a faulty warrant! They didn't care, and they still don't, you naive bastard!"
"What about redemption!?"
"Oh you wanna talk about fairy tales, huh? How about the tooth fairy!?"
"They deserve a chance!"
"A chance to what, to rape again, to hurt again, to abuse again!?"
"To try again! They can change!"
"Not these people. They can't!"
"You don't know that! No one person should have that power, to decide whether someone is damned or not!"
"Tough." Izuku spat out, venom and poison tracing every letter. Iida paused as he realized how far gone his friend truly was.
"And what? No one can stop you?" Iida asked, his voice laced with pain at what he saw of the person wearing his friend's skin.
"No. Not anymore." Izuku said, a finality in his voice that almost had Iida believing him. Iida swallowed as he looked at the Izuku and saw someone he did not know.
"I don't know who you are, but you're not the friend I knew. But it doesn't matter who you really are, Midoriya Izuku. You are wrong."
"That's for me to decide." Izuku said, and Iida could hear the disgusted sneer on his face. He couldn't even imagine what it looked like. "You have one chance to leave, Tenya Iida. If you don't use it, You'll see what kind of man I am." With that Izuku raised his knife, glinting in the light and wet with rain. In an instant, Iida's legs fire with blue flame as he Recipro-Burst forward, colliding his Foot across Izuku's face, who flew forward into the city, skidding along the pavement, lighting up with Green Electricity to protect himself.
"I can't just let you do this, Midoriya." Iida said, falling into a fighting position.
"... I know." Midoriya said, picking himself from the ground. "No second chances. I'm that sort of a man." He said and then they launched towards each other.
