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Now, to be far, I must warn the anime-only's: there is a SLIGHT spoiler in this chapter. It really isn't big nor will it expose some big secret or anything. It's just a title of a book….or did that get covered in the anime yet? I don't think it did….but anyway, the spoiler is just a title of a specific book at that's it. Literally nothing else.
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Minus:Negative
Freiza
"…You've got to be kidding. Did you really think I'd take an offer like that?"
"No, frankly, I didn't. Saiyan's are stubborn to the point of stupidity. Now you only have one way out of this: Death."
"You think so? I might have other ideas."
"Heh, heh, heh…..I like your confidence…and I know that you still have a great deal of power in reserve that you've tried to hide from me…"
"Aw shucks…"
"…However…even when I put that into consideration…."
"I estimate that if I use just about half of my maximum power, I'll be able to turn you into cosmic dust."
"…Say what?...That's…a little too much…heh heh…..You're a good bluffer, though…"
"It was fun while it lasted…It's been a while since I'd had such a good workout…"
"He's doing it!" shouted a child watching the exchange between characters on TV, "He's in his stance! Frieza is so cool! Hit em' with your Death Beam! Pew! Pew! Pew-hahah!" he laughed gleefully.
"Now, Sochi…" came the voice of the son's father behind him, watching as his son imagined himself shooting everything in their shared apartment with death beams with a smile, "…wouldn't you want to be the good guy? Son Goku seems pretty cool too if you ask me."
"Nope! Frieza's way better!" the child huffed as he carefully mimicked Freiza's stance: right foot planted in front of his left-both arms stretched to his sides with his palms open. "The bad guy's always cooler than the villain! Frieza could've won this fight if wasn't stupid! He had Goku on the ground! He could have shot him there, Pops! I-I mean, Tou-san!"
The child's father chuckled at his son's slip up. "I've told you time and time again, Doguma, it doesn't matter what you call me. Just cuz' I live in Japan now doesn't mean you can't refer to me with American terms!"
"I know…" mumbled the newly named Doguma, rubbing his plain white t-shirt with one hand and his small afro with the other, "I just wanted you to feel closer to home since you talk about that 'The South' place a lot…where you're from…..but we live in Japan, though, so…."
"Ah! Don't worry about that, son!" grinned the man as he stood over his child with a wide smile, "I'm a Japanese man now! If I feel a little homesick, I'll just turn on the TV and watch those channels that I'm paying so much for even though I would be paying half the cost along with living in this small apartment with no room because everyone in this damn country decided "HEY! LET'S ALL LIVE IN ONE FREAKIN CITY AND CALL IT TOKYO AND NOT HAVE ANY SPACE FOR CHILDREN TO HAVE BACKYARDS TO PLAY IN AND HAVE OVER CRAMPT TRAINS AND PERVS AND HARDLY ANY SPORTING EVENTS TO ATTEND AN-
"Father, you're cursing. How negative."
"Ah!...Oh-uh...whoops…sorry about that. Guess I got….uhm….caught up with my rant. I know how you don't like negative things."
"Right. But when are you gonna help me train my quirk?! You promised we would start when I turned 7! I turned 7 three days ago!"
"Sorry, Doguma! I was busy this week. But now that its Saturday, I guess we can start you trainin'!" said the large man as he turned the TV off and walked his son to the hallway, "Now, tell me what your quirk is son and how it's similar to my own."
"My quirk's 'Minus'!" shouted Doguma in excitement, "I can shoot negatively-charged laser beams from my fingertips! Your quirk is the same, only your lasers are positively charged!"
"That's right! Very accurate analysis son!" said Doguma's father with a thumbs up-his pearly whites gleaming in the light along with his bald head, "You're super smart for your age!"
"I'm just quoting what the doctor told m-
"And so! This is how I used to train my quirk when I wanted to be a hero!"
"You wanted to be a hero?!"
"Yes, I did! But then…I found a different passion..." Doguma watched as a fire grew in his father's eyes as his muscles bulged upon reflex. "Yes…that passion! THAT PASSION!"
"Was accounting."
"…WAS ACCOUTING!" The man yelled over his son as he began to laugh happily. "Ah, yes! The numbers! The math! They hold a story! They ARE a story! You can tell what a person cares about by what they spend their money on! While I sucked at everything else in high school…and middle school…and a little bit in elementary….MATH WAS MY EDGE! AND ACCOUNTING IS WHERE MATH AND STORY COLLIDES!"
"…Okay, Po…Tou-san. That's great and all but about train-
"AND SO! I REMEMBER IT LIKE IT HAPPENED YESTERDAY!" Doguma's father waved his has through the air as he continued telling his story in dramatic fashion, "I TOOK A TRIP TO TOKYO WHILE A JUNIOR IN HIGH SCHOOL AND FELL IN LOVE WITH THIS PLACE! I DECIDED I HAD TO LIVE HERE AFTER COLLEGE-AND I DID! THANKFULLY, MY POPS KNEW THE CEO OF THE CURRENT COMPANY I WORK FOR AND THEY GAVE ME A JOB!"
"Just you wait, Doguma." Said the child's father as he placed his giant hands on Doguma's cheeks, causing the little boy's lips to perch up in between the two. "Just give me 10…15 years...hehehe….I'm already climbing the corporate ladder quicker than most thanks to my mad math skills and determination! Maybe the CEO will die of old age, or a villain accident, or a car wreck! Hehehehe! I'll be in such a high position by then, that I'd be suggested as the new CEO! And then I'll take it! HAHAH! Then I'll be one of the few foreigners to achieve such success in JAPAN! HAHAHAH! AND I WILL RULE THE WORLD!"
"Father, you're being very prideful and arrogant. How negative."
"Ah…..uh-whoops! Sorry, son. You know who I am when I start….ranting about the future."
"Yes, Tou-san. Can we just continue with the training?"
"Absolutely!"
Doguma watched as his father walked to the other end of the hallway where the door to their shared bathroom was. Using red tape, he made a small 'X' marking on the door. "See this here? This is your target! Every time you wanna go poop-don't push the door open! Use your quirk to push the door open!"
"Mhmm…." Doguma's mind began to run wild with scenarios and the purpose of the training regime. "But Pops, why would I do that? I could burn through the door?"
"Ah! Don't worry about that, Sochi!" said the man as marched back to his son's side, "This is how my Pops trained me! He always said, 'GErAlD! If yOu dOn'T pUsH tHaT gOD dAMn doOR OpeN wiTH YOuR QuiRK, YoU'Ll bE tHe LaMEST HERo eVeR!'.
"That…doesn't sound nice…how negative."
"Yeah, your grandpa was a dick…still is! But he knew how to train somebody!" huffed the newly named Gerald. "Anyway….This practice helped me a lot with my control over my quirk along with accuracy! Just watch!"
Pointing his index finger out, a red bullet of light shot out of Gerald's fingertip. The light perfectly hit the red X in the middle while pushing the door slightly. "That was me just me playing around! With a stronger laser bullet, I can push the door back even more!"
Quickly resetting the door, Gerald entered the same stance again. Doguma watched with fascination as a larger, faster laser bullet grew out of his father's right index finger.
'Thoink!' Rattled the door as it was fully pushed open-the door handle rebounding off the wall. "Ha! Still got it!" grinned Gerald after blowing his non-smoking finger. "Over time, you'll get used to it too, Doguma! It took a while for me to learn how to aim properly, control the amount of power from my laser, and not fully shot out a laser and just a small, compact laser bullet! I started to get so good at it when I was younger that I even turned it into a game!"
"A game….having fun while training…how positive."
"Positive, indeed! Now you try! Shooter's position!"
Doguma began to focus. He held his right hand up and aimed it at the red x.
Index middle finger held out-ring and pinky finger folded back-thumb held up. Deep breath. Exhale and-
"Wrong." Criticized his father while lightly slapping Doguma's hand.
"Ow! What did I do wrong?"
"Your hand positioning was wrong. All wrong. Do it again."
Gerald knelt to his son's level and held out the boy's hand. "You feel that? The tension of your muscles straining to keep your ring and pinky finger back and thumb up? And to hold your index finger out?"
"…yea….I do feel that…."
"Exactly. We don't want that. It could mess with your aim and lessen the endurance you have in your hand. You want to be relaxed, Doguma." Explained his father, "Which is why holding your hand out flat is a better option…"
Doguma let his father turn his hand sideways and he instantly felt the relaxation in his hand. "Feel that? Muscles are less tense, huh? Always shoot like this, Doguma. It's just more natural to our body and will allow your energy to flow easier. You'll still have to use a little muscle to hold out your index finger and pull your other fingers down….but it'll be worth it."
"Wow…and you figured this all out by yourself?" asked the amazed child.
"Had too." Shrugged his father, "Again, your grandpa was a dick."
"Hmm…how negative."
"Yes, sochi. Very negative. Now, let's talk about aiming! And aiming is all about triangles!"
"Triangles?"
"That's right, my boy! Triangles. Hold your hand out the way I showed you."
Doguma re-entered his shooting stance-just as his father taught him. "Now, with your hand straight out, imagine a line coming from your shooting finger. That's your 90-degree base line…just a flat line. That's where your laser will shoot if you are pointing straight out. Since our quirk is straight forward, we must be exact with our aim. Straight out is 90 degrees." Gerald pulled his son's hand downing, pointing at the floor now. "Downwards is 0 degrees." He pulled his son's hand straight up at the ceiling. "…and that's 180. Ya' keeping up with me?"
"Yes, father."
"Alright, so take aim at the X mark on the door." Doguma inhaled and took position, pointing his finger at the door a few feet away. "Now, since your slightly shorter than the target, so you'll have to slightly raise your hand above 90 degrees."
"Okay…" muttered the son, scratching his small afro with his free hand as he concentrated on lining his index finger up to the target."
"Remember: just a small burst of energy and it should come out as a bullet. That's all you need."
"Got it."
"Hit the mark on the door! You can do it, son! Do the little Plus Ultra-thingy All Might says!"
"Right!" Doguma zoned in onto the spot of the door. He felt the negative energy gather in his index finger, ready to be released.
"Plus Ultra!" he yelled as purple energy grew from his index finger….
…and shot right into the wall next to the door, burning through the dry wall of their apartment.
"…..oh no…" Gerald's face grew deathly pale as realization sunk in, "That….left a hole…"
"Tou-san…don't get mad."
"That….that's gonna cost a fortune…."
"Father."
"….and…..th-the landlady's supposed to come by for dinner next week…"
"We can just hang a picture over it, Pops…"
Doguma watched as Gerald marched back and forth in hysteria, muttering to himself what he was going to do. The seven-year old child left his father, dug through a few cabinets for a cotton ball that easily matched the color of the white wall. Cleaning the small burn marks around the edges of the hole, Doguma stuffed the cotton ball into the small hole.
"Oh, dear God! What am I gonna do?! I mean, yea, I burned a lot of holes when I was training as a kid, but Pops owned our house! I'm renting this place! I don't own it! Oh no! Oh no, no, no, no-
"Tou-san, it's fixed."
Gerald broke free of his hyperventilation to see his son standing to the 'repaired' wall-not a speck of damage visible. "Oh…." He muttered; all panic gone from his voice. "Good job, son. Let's get ice cream."
"How positive!" clapped Doguma, acting as an innocent child again instead of a mature teenager, "Oohh! Can I get toppings?"
"Sure, son."
"How positive! And-" Doguma halted as a moment of realization hit him. "…w-wait…Pops, what about my other quirk?"
Gerald's once happy expression turned sour. "No, son. No."
"Bu-
"No buts!" Doguma jumped at his father's sudden rage. "You know the rules….you…you know how dangerous that part of you is…."
The small child wasn't happy as before during their ride for ice cream….
Gerald didn't want to be here…
…and he definitely did NOT want his seven-year old child here…
However….
"I can't wait to see Big Bro!" happily clapped Doguma as the security guard scanned the child with his tool, "It's been two weeks since he's been locked up! I hope he's okay."
"Hehe…yeah, son…"
The Tokyo Juvenile Detention House was a place not for good kids like his son: Gerald KNEW this. Sadly, his son had made a….relationship….with someone a few weeks back…a relationship the man didn't approve of, but his son didn't have many friends. He was happy when he came home to a smiling son a few weeks ago, jumping in excitement at having a 'big bro.'
What he didn't know was that Doguma's new 'big bro' was one of the most notorious delinquents in Tokyo at the moment…
Gerald sat his son down in his lap and grabbed the wired telephone. Sitting across from them on the other side of the glass panel was a spikey blonde-haired teenager that was packed with muscles. He was tied down with various chains and had special, giant handcuffs trapping his destructive hands from causing any more harm that got him locked up. One of the nine guards surrounding the giant teen grabbed the other telephone and placed it to the teen's ear while Doguma took the other one from his father.
"Big Bro Muscular!"
The chained teen chuckled at the sight of the happy kid adjacent to him. "Well, look who came to visit." Grinned the teen, "Little Doguma…how's it going, squirt?"
"Good! Good! Those bullies you saved me from that day haven't messed with me since! You should see them now! They're scared because I've got Big Bro Muscular backing me up!" Huffed the child.
"Heh! Well, I'm glad they know. And once I get back on the streets, I'll make sure those little bugs don't mess with you anymore." Doguma didn't see how the security officers tensed up at Muscular's wording. "So, what's been happening on the outside?"
Gerald tuned out the conversation his son was having with the dangerous teenager. Doguma had told him that he met the delinquent one day after school when a couple of bullies was making fun of him for some reason. Muscular was near the area and saw what was happening. Doguma had told him that his new 'big bro' was impressed that he stood strong against five other kids, which was why the blonde delinquent decided to help his son. After scaring the bullies away with his massive muscles, Doguma spent the day with Muscular…and then the next day after that…
...and the next day after that...
Gerald had read up on Muscular when he heard the teenager was locked up according to his son. Muscular, apparently, was an orphan and stayed in an orphanage. A lack of authority figures in his life turned the teenager to the delinquent lifestyle at the early age of 10, getting into brawls and causing problems at his school. It was reported that Muscular didn't have any friends, so it surprised him that his seven-year old son of all people would be the person to befriend the 16-year old delinquent, angsty teenager.
And the reason why Muscular was locked up? A 30 vs. 1 gang fight with kids from a nearby high school. Quirks were involved and there weren't any heroes nearby…
The local hospital had 30 extra patients waiting for them, suffering a host of injuries like cuts, gashes, broken bones, traumatization, destroyed pride and a dozen soiled pants…
…and Muscular walked away with nothing but a few cuts, a cocky grin and an amplified arrogance of his own growing power. It took 5 professional heroes to properly subdue the troubled child for the police to arrest him…
"…and now I'm training with my quirk! I started a week ago with Tou-san! How positive is that?"
"Yeah, that's good squirt. Maybe you can come with me to a couple of gang fights when you're older." Chuckled the teenager prison. He could feel the heated glares coming from the officers watching over him and Doguma's father, but he didn't care. What could they do to him? "But…I know you want to be a hero, so that wouldn't look good on your resume if you're runnin' with me."
"Forget a resume! I like hanging with Big Bro Muscular! What people think of me means nothing!" Doguma slammed his small hands on the platform in front of him, "They don't know the real you!"
Muscular could only laugh at Doguma's miniature rage. "Ha! That's why I like you, kid! You're usually calm, but when you rage, it's really funny!" crackled the teen, "I appreciate the passion, though. No, they don't get me, but that's how society is, squirt. Remember me tellin' you about that?"
"Yeah! You said that society doesn't like people with quirks it can't understand! That sucks. How negative…" muttered Doguma.
"And always remember that….hey, kid."
"Yeah, big bro?"
"Put your Tou-san on the phone real quick."
Gerald had heard the echo of the request through the phone, so he wasn't surprised at when Doguma handed him the phone. He was confused as to why the muscular teen would want to talk to him. He never spoke to the delinquent before, so whatever Muscular wanted to tell him would be news to him.
"You might want to cover his ears while we talk." Said Muscular once Gerald had the phone to his ear. He plugged Doguma's ears with his earplugs and played soothing classical music for the child. Doguma was always picky about the music he listened to, finding classical music to be pleasing while anything too aggressive being 'too negative'.
"So then…." Muttered Gerald albeit awkwardly once his child was engrossed into the soothing sounds of his favorite classical music. "You wanted to talk Mr…err…Muscular."
"That kid of yours…he's dangerous."
….Gerald could already tell this conversation wouldn't be a pleasing one…
"He told me he wanted to be a hero one day." Muscular continued, grinning at Gerald's serious expression, "…said that's he gonna change the world, heh! Kids can dream, eh?"
"...and what do you mean by Doguma being dangerous…" Gerald all but growled, glaring at the smirking teenager. Even though the teen was restrained by various chains and sturdy handcuffs that enclosed around his entire hand and stopping mid-arm, Muscular still held an intimidating, imposing figure with an evil smirk to boot.
Gerald didn't care about any of that in the slightest. Anybody that mentioned his child negatively was a threat…no matter the size…
Muscular held back the laugh that was crawling up his throat. The man adjacent to him really thought he looked tough? What a joke. "Did he ever tell you why those kids were messin' with em' that day I met him?"
Muscular was answered with silence, but Gerald's disgruntled facial progression and tense muscle made the brute believe that he knew of a possible answer to his question. "I guess you do know then, huh? I ain't gonna say much…don't want these fuckin' pussies behind me knowing too much." He muttered, tilting his head back to the officers behind him.
"I…..appreciate it, but Doguma isn'-
"Oh yeah, he is!" Muscular quickly cut the man off, "I know what that kid can do…and, apparently, he told some other kids, too….wanted to get in good with em' cuz they were talking 'bout quirks. The kid ain't got a lot of friends and wanted to make some by talking about his 'other' quirk….Heh, once they told him that, they thought he was a monster."
"You hush your mouth." snarled Gerald, his son unknowingly scrolling through his phone in his lap, "Doguma isn't a monster. He isn't evil-he isn't dangerous. None of that. Do you hear me?"
"Oh sure, yeaaa…" Muscular rolled his eyes, "And what a great job your doing as his parent…telling him to basically deny and ignore part of him."
Gerald winced at the jab.
The truth stung sometimes…
"Heh, if anything, that will just fuel his curiosity, you idiot. I always wondered why I approached the kid…If I was in the right mind, I would have watched him get bullied and laughed-not stepping in at all. But it was his quirk that influenced me. I always felt good when I was near the kid, but I never knew why…but him saying he had been using his quirk on me because he was 'so desperate for a friend'…" Muscular mocked with a baby voice, infuriating Gerald further, "Ha! But now, I actually like the kid for who he is….was the first person in my life to treat me like regular person."
"Which is why your statement of calling Doguma dangerous is false." Countered Doguma's father. He gripped the sides of his pants to hide his anger from his son. "…he's a good boy…"
"…that won't last long if you keep making him deny himself. Sooner or later, that kids gonna be like me…probably worse."
"How dare you. He considers you a friend…A big brother!"
"And I look at em' like a little brother too, but I'm confused why a father ain't helping his child master his quirk." Muscular answered in all-calmness, the exact opposite of Gerald growing rage. "You ain't gonna be able to keep that side of him under wraps. He's too smart for his age. He'll get curious and do things without you knowing…people will avoid them if they find out what he can do…he'll feel like an outsider…"
"Shut up…"
"…and that's your typical villain origin story, hehehe!"
Gerald slammed the phone on its hook. The sudden movement caused Doguma to jump in freight.
"Po…Tou-san?" questioned the child as his father removed him from his lap so he can stand.
"Come on, Doguma." Gerald grabbed Doguma's hand and pulled the confused child away from the grinning delinquent. "We're leaving."
"Wait! Big Bro! Wait! Pops!"
"Let's go, Doguma!"
Muscular watched from the other side of the glass panel as the father pulled his crying son away from the scene. "What a waste…" Muscular rolled his eyes as he pulled his ear away from his ear, allowing a nearby officer to retrieve it and place it back on the hook. He stood up and let the officers lead him back to his cell.
'That kids got potential…'
Muscular's grin only grew as he continued his streak back to his cell as the possibilities of Doguma's future flashed in his mind. The officers were unnerved by Muscular's evil grin and gripped their poles that were charged with electricity tighter in anticipation, expecting an outburst from the powerful teen at any moment.
Muscular's chuckles echoed throughout the hall as he was locked back in his cage…
"Ohohoho….That kid has tons of potential….hmmm…..Doguma the Villain…what would his name be?...he'd probably get his name from something that influenced him….didn't he say he liked that one character from that anime….Trieza, was it? Drieza?"
Onigiri and chicken teriyaki.
Doguma calmly munched on his bento meal. His father was really a good cook, seeing as the man had to cook for himself for the both of them. Doguma had always believed that if his father wasn't so obsessed on being a successful accountant-a career as a chief was a successful path he could take.
He was seated in the middle of the classroom currently, although he didn't have anyone eating with him. Everyone else had jumped into their groups to eat together for their lunch break. Doguma hardly ate with anyone before-eating while reading a book in silence gave off the sense to others that he didn't want to be bothered-but now no one would sit with him thanks to rumors of his evil quirk spreading around.
'Brain control….how stupid….'
Doguma mentally scoffed at the thought while taking another bite from one of his onigiri. The rumor of his second quirk had spread and was changed as it passed from ear to ear. His quirk was NOT brain control….although, the ability was cool to him.
'Maybe I could use it make everyone in here be quiet…..how negative…'
Doguma held back the growl he felt crawl up his throat as the kids around him were running around playing tag. Their teacher had stepped out for a moment for a small meeting with the principal of the school. The class was usually good and never had any bad apples, so their teacher trusted them to be by themselves for a few minutes…..
"I can't wait to be a hero!" shouted a boy as he shot tape from his elbows and swung around the room. Kids were cheering him on as he swung from the ceiling-the tape ejecting out his weirdly shaped elbows was strong enough to hold the small child as flew around the room. "My tape's unbeatable!"
"Woah! Hanta-san is so cool!" said another child with stars in his eyes as he watched the plain-faced child whose surname was Hanta. The crowd was in awe of the Hanta's agility in the air. Surely, he would be able to achieve his goal of becoming a hero if he put in the work for it.
Sadly, Hanta was still young and inexperienced with his quirk, resulting in him being caught up in his own tape. The young boy had tied himself up in the strong tape and couldn't free himself. The school children tried to come up with a solution to get him down in time before their teacher came, but they didn't sprout any good ideas to save the boy.
Doguma's eyes took in the sight of Hanta hanging from the ceiling. His mind went to work as he analyzed what was happening and how to save Hanta. He took notice to a few threads of tape that could possibly holding the majority of Hanta's weight. 'If I were to burn through a two or three of those threads, it would lower Hanta-san down to a level where the others could retrieve him safely…..'
"Come on, guys! Get me down!" shouted Hanta as he struggled against his binds. He as kicking his legs around, but the action served no purpose as his arms were trapped by his tape.
"We don't know what to do, Hanta-san!"
"Well then-" Hanta's eyes widened as a purple laser stretched across the room and burned through two of the threads of tape. "-woah!" he shouted as his body dropped down a few feet before the tape caught him again. Thankfully, he was at a lower height for his friends to get him down. "Who…who did that?"
"It was him!" a random child pointed an accusing finger at the calm Doguma.
"…..it's not nice to point at people like that….how negative…"
"He's that kid with the evil quirk!" shouted another child-a girl with fangs for teeth, "He can control your mind! Brain control! Brain control!"
"…It's not brain control…"
"He's gonna make us eat each other!"
"...I said it's not brain control."
"He's a monster! He's the opposite of Hanta-san! He's gonna be a villain!"
"I'm not a bad person!"
All the school children's shouts ceased when Doguma slammed his arms on his desk in anger. He was scowling and had accidently knocked over his bento to the ground…
"What is going on here?!"
And now everyone's eyes darted to their teacher's shocked face. The man glanced around the room-confused and astonished at all the tape hanging from the ceiling. "What is the meaning of this?!" the man demanded an answer.
The same boy that pointed at Doguma before did it again. "He did it! He tried to hurt Hanta-san cuz' he's jealous of his quirk!"
"What…that's not true-
"He sure did! Hanta-san was just trying to get away from him!"
"Doguma-baka is a bad kid!"
"He's gonna use his quirk!"
"Watch! He'll try to control Hatake-sensei's brain to put the blame on Hanta-san!"
"I don't like Doguma-san. He's always reading books and acting like he's better than us!"
"I said enough!" shouted their sensei, ending the outburst of yells. "Hanta-san, is this true?
Hanta Sero glanced back and forth between their teacher and Doguma. Sero's heart pumped as the fear began to get to him. Doguma was the one that helped him get down from the ceiling….but if he admits to what he did, he'd be in big trouble using his quirk at school. His parents had already told him not to get in trouble at school and if he did, they'd take away his game. He did NOT want that to happen at all cost….but he also didn't want to lie…
….But his game…
"Y-yea! Doguma….Doguma-san w-was mad for some reason…" Sero scratched his head and looked down at the floor, avoiding Doguma's shocked and betrayed expression, "He…uhm….didn't like how I was…..talking about…m-my quirk…."
"Doguma-san, did you-" Their teacher didn't even get to confirm the story with Doguma as the boy ran out of the class room with tears pouring down his eyes. "Doguma-san! Wait!" said the teacher as he began chasing after the escaping child.
Hanta stood in silence as the other kids began tearing off the tape from him. He didn't even register any of the kids concern of him….instead, the feeling of guilt began to fill his body.
'I…..I…..I don't like this….' thought the child as he clutched at his heart. 'Why did I agree to that?...'
There were many things Doguma didn't like.
Loud noises. Cold rooms. Curse words. The magazines his father tries to hide under his bed. Reality television. Arrogance. Stinky clothes. Drift on his game controllers. Books with stupid endings. Tummy aches. Drama. Bright lights. Not being able to talk to his big bro. Prejudice. Villains. Evil…
His other quirk…
Doguma had abandoned his school uniform to lounge around the apartment in a slightly oversized white-t shirt and blue shorts-his usual at-home attire. He wasn't in the best of moods-he had to sit through the principal telling him had bad he was for attacking another child (even though he didn't) and then had to go through his father's own outrage about being a 'good kid.'
"Doguma! You know that if you lose control of your emotions, 'it' could happen! Why would you attack someone else for faulting their own quirk?! That's their business! You would have never got in trouble had you just sat there-
Doguma didn't even try to explain to his father what really happened. He found no reason in it. He just couldn't believe that his entire class would turn on him for having a 'bad' quirk-one he's hardly used in the past…
'Well….'
A small wave a guilt washed through his small body. Doguma had used his quirk recently: the first time he saw Muscular. He needed someone to help him at the time against those bullies, and Muscular was the only nearby person….and Doguma could feel the negativity coming from Muscular so…..
…maybe if he felt 'positive', he would help him?
Which was what happened! He had surprised himself with the outcome of his decision. He didn't know why Muscular was so negative when he met him, but the child was glad he had something to work with…
But anyway…
Doguma had been at the apartment for a few hours now. He had tried playing his favorite game, reading some of his favorite comics, watching some anime, eating food, and now watching positive news stories on tv…
With the lack of positivity he's gone through in the past week, from his father snatching him away from Muscular, to being betrayed by his classmates, to dealing with his father yelling at him again, he really tried-he really did-to feel better again.
But he still felt…
Negative…
Doguma's body hitched and his eyelids began to flutter.
Something in this house stood out to him.
Something very negative.
The seven-year old child stood from his seat on the couch and stalked out of the living room with tense movements, almost as if he were a robot.
"-llllLLLLOOOOVVVVVVVVV-IIIIIIINNNNNNNN YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUU00HHOOOHOOOOOOO! Oooooooooo-oooooo-ooooo-Show me ya' LOOOVEEEEEEEE! SHOW ME YA LOVE! BBAAA-"
Doguma ignored his father having his usual one-person, American concert while showering as he marched past the bathroom door.
His brown eyes moved to his father's door. As if he were in a trance, Doguma pushed the door open, but not before shooting a short, low-power, purple laser beam of negative energy at the burnt red 'X' mark on the bathroom door. The child didn't care to notice that his strike landed in the middle of the mark with perfect precision. All he cared about was the 'energy' he felt coming from his Tou-san's room.
Gerald Freeman's room wasn't a mess-just his desk that was filled with papers. The accounting fanatic's bed was made, and the floor was clean.
Had not the desk been filled with papers; one would have the perception that Doguma's father was a clean freak…
Doguma didn't care for his father's cleanliness, however. His eyes momentarily flashed purple as he could feel his second quirk begin to activate…
Everywhere in the room were small bundles of purple aura: invisible to the regular eye-visible to Doguma. He knew the purple masses of energy were there…but not really? He never fully understood his second quirk or how he got it. Gerald never spoke much about Doguma's mother…
There were small clumps of purple energy-negative energy-on Gerald's desk and on his bed, but Doguma's focus was towards the rather large collection of negative energy underneath his father's bed. Bending down, the child reached under, pulling away all the adult magazines his father kept-Doguma had no interest in them even though they held a high concentration of negative energy.
Once his hand felt what he wanted, he snatched it from underneath the bed. His eyes widened as he could feel the negativity from it. It was dark….and it was pleasing to him…
"Meta….Liberation War…." Doguma read the cover of the treasure he had found. The book had his interest and he wanted to know why. What could be so bad about the book for it to hold so much negative energy? And why did his Tou-san have it?
"Ah! Nice and clean!" Gerald's megawatt smile gleamed through the steam in the bathroom as he opened the door. The man marched to the kitchen to quench the thirst he gained while showering. "Doguma, what's the news saying?" said the bald man, not even looking up to see if his son was there or not. His son had always followed a schedule of times he watched television, played games, slept, etc. The fact that the TV in the living room was on was all the proof Gerald needed to know his son was in the living room…
Which was why he was confused when he didn't hear a reply from his son. Retrieving himself some juice from the fridge, Gerald's father moved to the living room to see an empty couch.
"Doguma?"
The father moved from the living to his son's room-not there either. The only other place his child could be at is was his own room.
"Sochi?" said the father as he pushed open his door, "Are you-
"-and what right does the government have outlawing what makes a person whole? Quirks are a part of our being. They are a part of us just like our limbs-organs that keep us alive and the brain that keeps us functioning. We, the Meta Liberation Army, are called terrorist because we fight for the freedom of all quirks? A society like that, denying people their right to learn and express themselves through their quirk will grow confused and angry, and tyranny will arise."
"Doguma! Where did you get that!?"
"And we are the start of that tyranny! Terrorist, they call us? Freedom fighters more like it! I've lost people close to me under this society's disgusting ruleset that suppresses those with unique quirks. We are all human and, therefore, have the right to express ourselves. Those with quirks will feel alienated, subjugated by their peers, confused with their own power until the day they pop. And then, society will call a scared man a villain. What a-
"Doguma!"
Gerald tore the book from his son's hands. Tears were pooling down the seven-year old's eyes as his body shook sporadically. The child looked like he had seen a ghost-pale in the face with a look of terror in his eyes. "Doguma! Son! Are you okay!"
Gerald was literally shaking his son, trying to pull him out of the trance he was in. It worked after a few seconds as Doguma blinked a few times as if he were just being greeted by the morning sun's rays. He gulped - shock running throughout his body. His fingers were jumpy as small burst of negative energy burned the carpet.
"Tou…Tou-san…"
"I'm here, Doguma. Please…tell me what's wrong!"
"I…..I…..I….."
"Dogu-
"I DIDN'T EVEN FIGHT SERO-BAKA TODAY! HE'S SO STUPID THAT HE WRAPPED HIMSELF UP IN HIS OWN QUIRK AND I SHOT HIM DOWN WITH MY LASER! THEY PUT THE BLAME ON ME BECAUSE THEY DON'T LIKE ME! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHIGN TO THEM! I DON'T WANT TO CONTROL PEOPLE! MY QUIRKS ISN'T BRAIN CONTROL! I'M NOT A VILLIAN! I'M NOT DANGEROUS!"
"Do-Doguma…" the child's father stuttered at the outburst-he had NEVER seen his usually calm and quiet child this disturbed, "You're not dangerous, son."
"THEN WHY DID YOU SAY I AM?!"
"How positive! And…..w-wait…Pops, what about my other quirk?"
"No, son. No."
"Bu-
"No buts! You know the rules….you…you know how dangerous that part of you is…."
Gerald grimaced. He did say that, but he didn't mean it like that.
"I don't even know what to do?!" cried Doguma, tugging at his small afro, not even caring that he was hurting himself, "I! I…All I wanted was someone to like me! I didn't do anything!"
"And nobody's saying that, Doguma!"
"THEN WHY DO THEY TREAT ME LIKE THAT?!"
"Because they don't understand you, sochi!"
"I don't even understand myself….How can I be a hero with a villain quirk?…."
Gerald was at a loss for words. He couldn't answer his crying child's question. He honestly couldn't. The only thing he could do was hug his son to his chest.
"….I…I can't even be Plus Ultra like All Might…" sniffed the child, "Because my quirk's the exact opposite…My quirk is-
Name: Freeman Doguma
Birthday: June 29
Current Age: 7
Birthplace: Naruhata Ward (Tokyo, Japan)
Gender: Male
Current Height: 110 cm (3'7 feet)
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Blood Type: B
Quirk: Minus:Negative
Quirk Description: Two-part quirk. 'Minus' allows the quirk possessor to shoot laser beams of negative energy from his or her fingertips.
Weakness: Over usage causes the user's fingers to ache and possibly bleed.
'Negative' allows the user to manipulate, absorb, and transfer negative energy with themselves, other people, or objects with negative energy. By putting more negative energy into a human, the user can create a form of hyper suggestion, manipulating the other person using the strengthen negative energy/emotions. Only one with a strong will can break through the hyper suggestion. If the user absorbs the negative energy from someone else, the target will feel happier as if a weight had been lifted off their shoulders.
Weakness: Absorbing or placing too much negative energy will cause the user/target to go crazy-overcome with the amount of negative energy and not having enough positive emotion to balance out the two.
Ten minutes later after his outrage, Doguma had fallen asleep in his father's arm.
Gerald brushed his son's wooly afro with his large hand, cradling his son to him. The older man sighed to himself as he stared up at the ceiling.
"…..we need to move….maybe I can convince the boss to transfer me to the branch located in the Shizuoka Prefecture?"
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YES SIRRRR! NARUTOPLUG IS BACK BABY (enter Kawhi Leonard 'what-it do baby' meme)
Hopefully, you all liked that prologue. Yes, I'll be exploring the more socio-political aspects of the My Hero world. The MC, Doguma Freeman, is the child of American-born, Gerald Freeman, and Minus:Negative is his quirk.
I thought the story would be better with an OC rather than having Izuku have Minus:Negative. It'll make things more interest. Izuku will be in this story too (his appearance will be next chapter), but Doguma will grow and develop as his own character and won't be Izuku-dependent. I'm pretty sure that you all will like what I do with his character.
The slight spoiler was the Meta Liberation War…but I really do feel as if that's made an appearance in the anime. The words Doguma read from the book are totally my own: I just assumed what may be in the book based on Destro's ideology. Hopefully, you all think I did good with that.
Tell me how you like Doguma's character, origin, and quirk! I put a lot of thought into making everything link and make sense. More information will be revealed as we continue into the story (similar to how I did BreakThrough), so please remember to follow and favorite Minus:Negative as well as me as an author!
Also, make sure to review! I usually respond to a lot of my reviews, so leave your thoughts in the review list. Since I've been on FanFiction for a while, negative reviews don't even matter to me anymore, so don't worry about defending me if you see some dumb stuff in the review list. I promise you I'm not fazed by it, lol.
I'm glad to be back, yall! It's been a while for sure, but I'm back again! Now, I am a college student currently, so my time to typing this story maybe limited, but I've already prepared the two next chapters for this story just in case. The next chapter will come out next week, for sure, but I still need time to come up with a constant update schedule.
Thanks for reading. I really do hope you liked my new project.
But yeah, that's it for me.
NarutoPlug, signing out,
Like a real one should…
I'm back, baby.
Trust in the Plug.