So I want to say a few things before we start.
Firstly, Eri will definitely still be in the story. However, she will be showing up a bit further down the line.
Also, Izuku's flames will still be green. Green is Izuku's color, it's literally his namesake. But there is an in-story reason for it.
That's it for now, onto the story.
Izuka Midoriya was not in a good mood.
She was walking home from yet another defeat at the hands of her most hated enemy. Battered, bruised, and beaten.
God fucking damn it! Izuka cursed in her head. Why?! Why the fuck can't I beat that fucker!?
Izuku grit her teeth in anger. One day...one day I'll beat him. I'll beat him and become the number one hero! I have to. I will be the one to carry on my brother's dream.
As Izuka walked home she started seeing flashing red and blue lights. And she started hearing police sirens.
As Izuka got closer, she started getting nervous, as she started suspecting that the sounds and light were coming from an area around her house.
Her fears were confirmed when she saw police cars around her house, and her door open with the police officers inside.
Quickly becoming concerned, Izuka ran up to a few police officers who stopped her immediately.
"Hey, you can't come in here!" One of the officers said.
"I live here! What's going on!?" Izuka asked.
The officers looked at each other nervously.
"Are you related to the people who lived here?" The officer asked.
Lived?! Izuku was starting to panic. "Yes. My brother and my mom live here."
The officers cringed. Two of them giving her sympathetic looks that only served to make Izuka's heart race and her body feel weak.
"I'm sorry. But...their dead." The officer said.
Izuka fell to her knees. All the sounds around her became mute and her body felt numb.
Rage, despair, shock. All sorts of emotions bubbled up inside her, building up, begging for release.
And so, she screamed. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
One week later. At school.
Bakugo felt like shit.
He had treated Izuku like shit. He knew he treated Izuku like shit. And up until now. He didn't care.
But now he and auntie Inko...were dead. And the last thing he has said to him was telling him to kill himself.
Even Bakugo's superiority complex couldn't keep him from feeling some semblance of guilt.
"Class. Midoriya will be coming back to school as of today. I'm sure you are all aware of the...tragedy, that's happened to her family." The teacher said. "So I'm sure you will all treat her well. She may be a tad...aggressive. But we all need to remember the hardships she's going through, and that perhaps a little anger is...justified."
In other words. If she kicks your ass, I'm not going to do anything.
Every student except for Bakugo gulped. Many of them had been beaten senseless by Izuka, mostly for being mean to Izuku. She could hurt you without even touching you. Making you fall down the stairs, dropping a bookshelf on you, things that could be deemed an accident.
And seeing as most of the teachers either didn't care or favorited people with strong quirks, it would definitely be deemed an accident.
Izuka never hesitated to hurt anyone who hurt her brother. And now with him gone, there was no telling who she might hurt.
"Midoriya. You can come in now." The teacher said.
Izuka walked in. And what the students saw, was not what they expected.
Izuka rarely walked into class in a good mood. Normally she came in glaring at the other students.
If she was in a bad mood, then it's common sense among the students to not even look at Izuku wrong, lest you incur her wrath. Heck, it was rumored that even Izuku wasn't safe from his sister's wrath on days like that.
So when she walked into the room, they expected her to be infuriated.
But instead. She was calm.
She walked in without saying a word. There was no glare in her eyes. In fact, there wasn't any life at all in them.
She sat down silently, looking at no one.
Many took her strange calmness as a relief.
But Bakugo did not feel the same.
Later at lunch
"Come with me," Izuka said to Bakugo. There was no sign of anger in her voice. No sign of irritation. No sign of emotion.
Bakugo looked at her, a little shocked at her behavior. He hadn't heard her voice so low since they were kids. And even then she's never sounded so dead.
"Fine," Bakugo said. He was eating alone anyway. His former goons not wanting to get near him for some reason.
The two walked out of the cafeteria.
Eventually, they made their way to the girl's bathroom.
Izuka stopped and looked inside. When she confirmed that it was empty she used her quirk and threw Bakugo inside.
"Goddammit, I can't be in here!" Bakugo said.
"Shut up," Izuka said. "Just listen."
Despite a part of him wanting to shout back at her, he decided to do as she said, just this once.
Izuka took out a folded up paper out of her pocket. "Do you know what this is?"
"What?" Bakugo asked.
"It's Izuku's suicde note." Izuka said.
Bakugo's body went stiff, and his heart skipped a beat. "W-what?"
"Izuku killed himself. They found him dead on the floor in a pile of his own blood and red paint." Izuka said coldly. "The doctors said that mom probably died after seeing his body. The immense shock combined with her cancer, probably causes her to have a heart attack."
Bakugo's face was frozen in shock. All this new information was hitting Bakugo hard. He started sweating, even more so than usual.
"Oh yeah. Mom had cancer. The doctor diagnosed her about two weeks ago. You know. Somewhere around the time where you told him to kill himself." Izuka said, her cold, emotionless tone never changing.
Izuka looked at him, his eyes meeting hers. "You killed my brother. You killed my mother. You killed my family."
Fear. For the first time since he was a little. Bakugo Katsuki felt fear.
He wasn't afraid of Izuka, no. Right now, he was afraid of reality. The reality that Izuku and Inko were dead, and that he was responsible for it.
He was speechless. He tried to find something to say, but his mind was blank.
"But that's not the reason I brought you here," Izuka said, unfolding the paper. "The first words on the paper say that Izuku wanted me, you, and mom to read this together. And since mom is dead, just you and me will have to do."
Izuka used her quirk to drag the shocked Bakugo next to her, only as close as he needed to be to read the note.
Izuka. Mom. Kacchan. I'm sorry this had to end like this.
But in all honesty, this kind of felt like the only way it could end.
I held on to one dream for so long. That dream of being a hero is what helped me endure it all. The bullying, Izuka getting hurt, Izuka's possessiveness, my own quirklessness.
But now, Izuka, Kacchan. It took a long time, but...you two have shown me that I have to start thinking realistically.
I can't be a hero. No matter how hard I dream.
But...without that dream, it feels like there is a hole in my life. Without that dream, nothing is protecting me from the feeling of uselessness that I feel every day.
Without that dream, I can't convince myself that I'll ever be more than a Deku. And I don't think I can live with that.
So I've decided to take my own life. I'm going to end the pain here and now.
But...if I can. I want my death to mean something. To do something. I want to save Mom.
It's...a long shot but I think I may have found a way to do it. I'm not sure it will work. In fact, it probably won't. But if it does. Then I'll never see any of you ever again. Ever.
So...if it does work. Then I want to tell you everything.
Mom. I've always appreciated everything you've done for me. You and Izuka have always been by my side, and you always knew how to cheer me up. But in all honesty...it hurt when you never supported my dream. I know you were just looking at it realistically...but it still hurt.
Izuka. Thank you for always trying to protect me. For always being with me and looking out for me. You and mom are what kept me alive for as long as I was. But since I'm being honest, when I said I always wanted you with me, I didn't mean that literally. After...the incident, you were always so...so clingy. I missed my privacy a little, and it felt like you were taking control of my life sometimes. And you disapprove of my dreams hurt more than mom's.
Kacchan. To be honest, I'm not sure that Izuka or mom will be able to convince you to read this, but if you are reading this, then thank you. I don't know what I did that made you want to do all those things to me, but whatever it was...I'm sorry. You know, even though I got angry at the things you did sometimes, even if sometimes I wanted to punch you. I never hated you. I've always looked up to you, for your power, and your determination. Again, I don't know what I did to make you hate me. But I hope you can forgive me.
Mom, Izuka. I know you two might feel like you've failed me. But that's not true. You couldn't have stopped this. Honestly...I'm not sure anyone could have.
I love you all. This is goodbye.
Midoriya Izuku.
Tears rolled down the eyes of both Bakugo and Izuka, as the read what would be Izuku's last words.
And in his mind, Bakugo Katsuki said something that should have been spoken aloud, and much sooner.
I'm sorry.
Later that night at a morgue.
Izuku opened his eyes.
Everything was dark, but he could tell he was no longer in the void that was purgatory, as he could feel a cold surface under him.
What's going on?! Where am I?! Is this hell?! What was the fire!? Izuku thought.
Thoroughly freaked out, Izuku started moving his body around, trying to get up only to feel that he was in a tight space, forced to lay down.
What is this?! I want to get out! I want to get out! Izuku thought.
Suddenly, Izuku felt something.
Heat was quickly building up in his feet, making it feel as if his feet were on fire.
"Ahhh! Let me out!" Izuku screamed.
Izuku kicked, and suddenly, part of the "box" he was in flew off, revealing a dim light.
The heat died down, and the pain started to fade.
Izuku breathed heavily, recovering from his small panic attack.
After about a minute, Izuku started trying to get out.
Izuku placed his arms on both sides of the "box" and tried to push himself out.
This proved to be easier than he thought, as his whole body, as well as the surface he was laying on, slid out of there.
Once he was out, Izuku saw that the "box" he was in, was one of those body locker things in the morgue, and the part he had kicked off was the door.
Izuku sat up, fully nude and questions running through his head. Am I alive? How am I alive? How did I kick off that door?
Izuku put his hand on his neck, revealing that the gash he made was gone.
I...I think I'm alive. Izuku thought. I-
Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by a strange feeling that Izuku had never felt before.
The blood of an innocent has been spilled. Izuku thought.
Somehow, Izuku had a location in his head and had faces in his mind.
Before Izuku could question this, anger suddenly bubbled up inside him.
Anger on a scale Izuku had never felt before. Burning, screaming anger.
Izuku stood up and clutched his head, getting his teeth and pulling at his hair.
And then all he felt was pain.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Izuku screamed in agony.
His flesh started to burn from the inside, quickly turning black and falling off as he quickly became consumed by green flames.
The feeling of his flesh burning and falling off only increased the anger he felt.
Once his flesh had been consumed by the flames all that was left was his skeleton.
The pain was gone, and immediately, Izuku knew what to do.
Under any normal circumstances, Izuku would stop and question the strange things happening to him, but these were not normal circumstances.
Izuku had been consumed by rage, all of it directed at one person. One person, who he would be seeing very soon.
Izuku got up, and with knowledge, he didn't know he had, he used his newfound powers, and in a fiery typhoon, a flaming motorcycle appeared in front of him.
Izuku got on and after revving it up, he rode through the wall of the morgue and sped away to the destination ingrained in his mind.
Elsewhere, at a warehouse.
BLAM
The body of a young woman fell to the floor, dead.
"God damn it!"
In the warehouse were five thugs, two holding a briefcase and three holding some cash. One thug was holding a smoking gun.
"What the fuck! Why'da kill her?!" One of the thugs asked the gunman.
"She was a witness. What the fuck did you want me to do?!" The gunman said in retaliation.
"God damn it! Now we have to make sure no one finds out about this, or we are fucked!" One of the drug-dealing thugs said.
"Anyone got a quirk to get rid of this?" One of the thugs asked.
They all shook their heads.
One of them sighed. "Well-Wait...do you guys hear that?"
Everyone stayed silent, and they all heard the sound of a motorcycle, getting closer and closer.
Before any of them could comment on this, however…
BOOM!
Izuku came crashing in through the wall.
All the thugs looked at him in shock.
"Is that a...is that a flaming skeleton on a motorcycle?" One of the thugs asked.
Izuku looked at the gunman. His rage growing. He knew what he had to do, what must be done.
The gunman looked at him nervously. "Uhh did you want something-gah!"
Suddenly a chain came out of Izuku's hand and Izuku threw at the gunman, wrapping it around his throat.
The chain started going back into Izuku's hand, bringing the man closer and closer until Izuku had his hand around the man's throat.
The man tried to fight back, struggling to escape Izuku's grip but to no avail.
In an instant, Izuku let out a strong burst of flames, making the other thugs look away from its bright light.
When they looked back, the gunman was nothing but a pile of ash and bones and Izuku had now directed his attention towards them.
"Of fuck this!" One of them said, attempting to make a run for it.
Izuku opened his mouth, and a spiked chain flew out and went right through the heart of the escaping goon.
"Shit!" Another thug said, quickly pulling out his gun.
The remaining thugs all shot at Izuku, but their bullets either went right through him or bounced off his bones.
Izuku outstretched his hand, and in it formed a shotgun.
The thug's eyes widened, and one of them jumped out of the way.
Izuku pulled the trigger, and a massive explosion shot out at the thugs who were standing there in shock. Reducing them to bits of blood and ash.
Izuku turned his head to the last thug, who was now desperately trying to run away.
Izuku revved up his motorcycle and sped towards the thug.
The man didn't even have the time left to see his life flash before his eyes, as Izuku ran him over, getting blood all over him.
The blood evaporated instantly and Izuku looked over his work.
Then, the intense anger he had been feeling, dissipated.
Quickly, his flesh started growing back, and in a few seconds, he was back to normal.
"What just?" Izuku eyes widened, looking over the carnage. "Oh my god. Oh my god! I-I-I ki-killed them! I-I-I-"
The smell of the blood in the air was too much, and Izuku vomited, puking violently on the floor.
Once he was done, his head felt light, and his body weak.
He fell off the motorcycle, and onto the ground. Unconscious.
Well, that's chapter two done.
Don't worry. Any questions you have will probably be answered in the next chapter.
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