AN: So it's been hella forever since I've posted fanfiction of any kind. All my other works (that I write on other sites) and any other works I've got have kinda lost my attention. I've fallen into the MHA/BNHA hole and hard and haven't been able to focus on anything else. That being said I have so many stories started for this fandom it's not funny, but none are anywhere near finished or even posted. SO, I've decided to throw the one intro I do have done for a story to try my luck. So here it is I guess. BTW this story is no where near finished and my inspiration to write likes to flip flop.
I'm sorry son, but you'll never have a quirk, it's just not in your genes.
Quirkless Deku!
I'm so sorry Izuku.
Maybe you can get a quirk in your next life so do us all a favour and jump off a building.
I'm sorry Izuku Midoriya, but without a quirk you can't become a hero.
So many negative thoughts raced through his mind. Things he had been told from a young age up to the berating he had just received from the pro heroes after trying to save Kaachan from that slime monster. All he wanted was to be a hero, but it seemed as if the whole world was against him from the start. After all, he was just some quirkless kid.
Messy green hair hung low over his eyes, casting them in a shadow. His hands tightened on his backpack straps. All his life Izuku just wanted to be a hero, quirk or no. But now...even that seemed impossible. Even his favourite hero, the one person who he has always looked up to and admired, told him it was impossible. So where did that leave him? Izuku's dreams were all but shattered in that moment. A few tears began to leak from his eyes. Were they right, after all this time? Was he just Quirkless Deku?
So caught up in his inner turmoil, Izuku did not notice the man that was following him. Nor did he notice the man he was about to bump into. "I'm so sorry I-" His green eyes looked up to see who he had run into, only to widen in fear. The man's eyes were...off. His whole demeanor was off.
"Well well, what's a kid like you walking around these streets by himself?" Even his voice was off.
"I-" Izuku could only stutter.
"Wouldn't it be such a shame, if something were to happen to ya?" Izuku took a step back as he trembled, only to find another man standing behind him as well. "Now, be a good little boy and come along quietly."
Two days later
The room was dark. The shadows seemingly swallowing everything in sight. A lone light shown down in the middle, showing a lone man tied to a chair. His hands were bound behind the chair. Various cuts littered his body. The man's breathing was ragged as he fought the urge to scream in pain. Faint footsteps echoed in the dark room. Weakly the man raised his head.
"Are you ready to tell me what I want to know now?" A smooth, feminine voice filled the room. A woman stood in front of him. Red eyes met his own black ones. Shaggy, seaweed green hair fell down to her shoulders. The bottom of her face was covered up by a facemask, showing a wicked looking frown.
The man remained silent, eyes narrowing. It was hard to get any sort of tell on the woman without seeing the rest of her face. Not that it would help as even her eyes gave out no emotions. The man grit his teeth. A thin line of blood fell from the corner of his mouth. After a few more moments of silence, it was broken by the sound of a switchblade knife. Black eyes drifted down to her gloved hands, to the knife she now held. Heeled boots clicked against the concrete floor as the woman took a few steps closer to the man. She now stood behind him, the knife pressed against his throat. "Tell me. Or this little guy," the knife lightly tapped against his skin. "Will be going all the way across your throat." She gently moved the knife across his throat, making a mock cut.
"Tch! You psycho bitch!"
"Nope sorry, that's not what I want to hear." She moved the knife closer to the man's skin. The knife nicked his skin and a thin line of blood fell down his neck. The woman moved to cut deeper but was cut off by a soft ringing sound. "Hm?" With her other hand the woman moved a hand into one of her pants pockets, pulling out a cellphone. She flipped it open, not speaking a word.
"K-Kizumi? I really hoped that's you. I- … Izuku he's not come home in two days. Please, I don't know what else to do! The police haven't been able to find out anything and I- please! Please bring Izuku home!" A woman's voice came through the phone. She was sobbing and more than likely in tears.
"I understand. You don't have to worry about anything."
"Thank you! Thank you so much Kizumi!"
The woman, Kizumi, closed the phone, ending the call. "Well then, it's your lucky day." Her head was bent down, mouth beside the man's ear. "Seems like I have other places to be."
"What-" He did not get to finish as she brought the knife across his throat in one swift notion. Blood quickly leaked down from his throat, soaking his clothing. He tried to speak, but his words only came out in gurgles. Kizumi stood in front of him, watching the life leave his eyes before turning to leave.
"Don't worry little brother, big sister is on the way."
Kizumi made her way quietly through the shadows of the alleyway. Even though she had kept herself away from her family, Kizumi did keep tabs on them. This is how she knew Izuku's usual route to and from school. She knew how long he had been missing. Kizumi had seen the news. Two days ago was when that slime villain attacked Izuku's classmate, when she witnessed Izuku run in to save him while the heroes could do nothing but watch. Luckily, All Might showed up and saved both of the kids.
With knowing what had been happening prior to him going missing, the fact that he had been gone for two days, she just needed something else to find out where he was now. As powerful sounding as her quirk was it still required a few other things for it. Three things it seemed. Three facts to be able to know everything. Kizumi doubted her brother ran away, that just was not something he would do. At Least not without telling their mother. Something in her told Kizumi it was something else, something not of his choosing. Meaning he was probably taken.
That was a double no no in her book. This was her territory, but most of all they took her brother. To mess with her family was a personal offence to Kizumi. She took a turn down a dark street, one she knew Izuku used often. Red eyes scanned the empty street. There, sticking out from a bush. Gloved hands reached down and pulled out a worn looking notebook. 'Hero Analysis' was written on the front. This had to have been the area Izuku went missing. Kizumi tucked the notebook underneath one of the knife holsters on her legs. Her eyes closed as she took a deep breath. There, she could see it in her mind now. Human traffickers had taken her brother. A mistake she would not be letting them make twice. Kizumi's lips turned upwards into a smile underneath her facemask. She would enjoy this.
Elsewhere
Tears streamed down from green eyes. Izuku's teeth clamped down on the cloth in his mouth as his body trembled. His hands were bound behind his back. A dozen other kids around his age and younger were sitting on the floor with him. From what he had overheard from the men that had taken them all, the men were traffickers. The men had not fed any of the kids, keeping them all too weak to fight back or run. Izuku was not sure just how long he had been held captive, let alone the rest of the kids. He knew it had to have been at least a day, maybe two but he was not entirely sure.
Izuku continued to watch the men. At this point he could only hope some heroes or even the police force got news of what was happening. Surely someone would come to their rescue. A thin line of light began to come through one of the blocked windows. A new day. Was it the third or the fourth day then? Maybe today someone would come for them. His eyes started to close. Izuku was tired, exhausted even. Without having food his body did not have enough energy to even stay awake. His head tipped over as he fell asleep, his body remaining in a sitting position.
He was not sure how long he slept. Izuku's mind seemed to drift in nothingness. Faint thoughts of his mother invaded his mind. She had to be worried sick by now. Izuku could feel himself waking up. Someone was messing with his hands. No, not his hands, the bindings on his hands.
"Mmf-?" He turned his head trying to see who was behind him.
"Quiet now little Izuku. We don't need those bad men to notice I'm here just yet. And don't move around so much, I don't want to nick you with my knife." His body stilled and he felt the cold metal of her knife as she worked to cut off the bindings. As soon as Izuku felt the ropes leave his wrist he took the cloth off from around his head.
"Kizu." He whispered as he turned around to meet her gaze.
"Long time no see Izu. Here." Kizumu pressed the knife into Izuku's hand. "Go free the others, quietly and quickly."
"Right." Izuku quietly crawled over to the other kids, one by one cutting off their bindings while making sure they all stayed quiet. Kizumi continued to kneel down amongst the kids, waiting for her moment to strike. One of the kids started to whimper upon being woke up. Though the sound was mostly muffled by the cloth gag, it still seemed to be loud enough to garner the attention of some of the men.
"Hey, shut up over there!"
"Wait, what's going on? How'd they come untied?"
"Shut up and get them back under control."
Both men stood and headed over to the group of children. Some of the other kids began to whimper and cry even louder. Kizumi took the chance to strike. Her body shot forward. She headbutted one of the men while kicking another in the head.
"Listen up kids, you need to get out now. The path is clear; no one will stop you. Those of you who can walk help those who can't. The authorities will be here soon." Kizumi ordered the children. None of them moved, continuing instead to gawk at the woman. "Get out of here now! You're free!" That got the kids moving. Kizumi kept her eyes on the two men, watching from her peripherals as the group of children ran out of the dark room.
"Kizumi…"
"What are you still doing here Izu, leave with the rest of them."
"B-but you'll be here by yourself with those guys!" Her brother was worried about her dealing with two men. How endearing of him. Seems like her brother had not really changed since she last met him. "What about the other men though?"
"I took care of them. And now I need to take care of these last two. So I need you to leave."
"Kizu…"
"I don't want you to see what I'm about to do, Izu." Her voice was quiet. "I don't want you to see what your dear sister has become."
"I'm not leaving you alone." Izuku spoke firmly. He refused to leave. Kizumi turned to look at her brother. Her red eyes staring into his own green ones. After a few moments she broke eye contact, letting out a small chuckle.
"As stubborn as ever." Kizumi turned her attention back to the two remaining men as they started to get back onto their feet. "I'm going to need you to stand back then. I don't want you to get anymore hurt than you already are."
"Alright.." Izuku moved away, his back hitting the wall where the group of children had previously huddled against.
The two men weakly stood, groaning loudly. "What the hell?"
"Who the hell is this bitch?"
"This bitch is the one who's going to end your pathetic lives. Encroaching on my turf is one thing. But you hurt someone you shouldn't have." Kizumi took out two knives.
The two men shot forward at her. One of them with his fingernails lengthening into daggers while the other man's face contorted to where his mouth seemed to take up most of his head, sharp teeth jutting out. Kizumi side stepped their first charge, her knife slicing into the knife finger's arm. Before they could turn around and retaliate, she charged the knife man. Twin knives sliced expertly at the man. Several thin cuts soon appeared all over his body as she slid around his side, moving back around the front of the two men. Teeth tried to bite at her, head jutting forward.
Kizumi shoved one of her knives into his head from the bottom of his jaw. The blade kept his jaw closed shut. The man tried to grab at the knife to pull it out of his head. Before one of his hands could reach the knife Kizumi kicked high, sending the knife further into the man's head. The teeth man collapsed as blood poured from his head.
The last man tried to swipe at her with his hands. Kizumi dodged his attacks for a few moments, waiting for her chance. One of his hands swiped low at her, nearly hitting the floor. Kizumi's arm shot out with the knife, pinning his hand to the floor. With one foot on the top of the knife hilt, the other shot out to the man's head giving him swift kick. The force of the kick sent the man flying backwards. The pinned hand was ripped back with him, tearing his hand in half. The man's mouth opened up to let out a scream, but was stopped by Kizumi's hand being pressed into his face. The force of her hand pushed the man's head into the floor. A cracking sound could be heard from the impact. His body lay still as blood began to pour from his head as well.
Kizumi withdrew both of her knives, the one stuck in the floor and the other stuck in the man's skull. Siren's could be faintly heard in the distance. "Izuku."
The green haired boy continued to stare at the two bodies on the floor. His sister did that. She held her own against his kidnappers and more than likely took out the others that were in the building too. Had she killed all of them? How did she even get to this point? Was this why she left home? A gentle hand on his shoulder brought Izuku out of his thoughts. "Izuku we need to leave. Izuku!"
"Huh? R-right." Kizumi placed an arm around his shoulder, turning his body away from the two dead men, as she led the two of them out the back door of the building. The duo slipped out of the building, staying in the shadows as the police swarmed the building searching for the traffickers.
After rounding a few different streets they ended up coming out at the main street just a couple of blocks down from the building. Kizumi held her arm out, stopping Izuku from stepping out the rest of the way onto the street. The girl peaked her head around the corner of the nearby building to watch the nearby police. Izuku leaned over her arm to look down the street as well.
The rest of the kids were crowding together. The police still outside were trying to gently question the kids. Someone was calling for an ambulance, another officer was taking note of how many bodies were being reported from within the building. Satisfied seeing the other kids were safe Kizumi turned around and went back into the alley. Izuku stumbled along behind her, running to catch up to her side.
"What's going to happen now?"
"I'm going to make sure you make it home. Mom is worried sick about you."
"Mom?"
"She called me, told me you had been missing. So I found you."
"I'm sorry Kizu."
The girl stopped walking, taken aback by her brother's words. Izuku noticed she was not by his side after a few more steps and stopped, turning to face her. "Izu, why would you be sorry? It wasn't your fault."
"I just...maybe if I was stronger I wouldn't have gotten taken...If I could've fought back. But then...all those other kids, would the police have gotten to them in time? Maybe it was for the best that I got caught…" His head was drooped down and arms down at his side in fists.
Kizumi walked over to Izuku. She pulled his head down onto her shoulder and both arms went around him in an embrace. Did her brother really think so lowly of himself that he thought of his kidnapping as a good thing? "Izu what happened wasn't your fault. It wasn't anyone's fault but those bad men. Never blame yourself for such things ever again do you hear me?"
Hot tears rolled down Izuku's face. Slowly, he brought up his own arms and weakly wrapped them around Kizumi. He wanted to sob, to let it all out, but at this point he was running on fumes. It was all he could do to even wrap his arms around her. Izuku could feel his legs start to give out, his body having run through all the adrenaline. Kizumi felt the sudden change in his body and caught him before he hit the ground. "Easy there tiger. You haven't eaten for three days now."
"Three days huh, is that how long it was?" Kizumi moved one of her arms around his midsection while bringing one of Izuku's arms around her shoulder.
The rest of the walk back home was quiet. Izuku had run out of most of his energy while Kizumi watched their surroundings, searching for anyone suspicious.