AN: I have never owned MHA, and I never will own it since I have no ties to the owners in anyway to the best of my knowledge. I know I should finish a storyline I already have going, but almost any writer that you see on here, or some other sites will never finish their stuff for one reason or another.

Chapter 3 (or 4)

It would a boring two days later.

"Welcome back my friend!" said Dr. Marco to my 'dad' giving him a hug that looked force (now that I know what that looks like.) in friendship. "Yes well it has been a bit dull taking care of this rat that my wife gave me. You know how it is gave it a bottle and five minutes later you have to change the diaper. Then two hours later after that it wants another one or needs a change again then a nap that might keep it out for four hours at most!" grubles my 'dad' while i just looked around the room which was a light blue color.

"Well i call you here because the tests are back! So lest see if this baby is your or some other guys problem hmmm?!" Hmmm the Dr. in question to my 'dad' "Yes lets!" ageed my 'dad'

"And it says! Well you are the father of a third of this kid?! What that can not be right?! Let see here...Oh he is one of those 'ones' I have never seen one of them before!" exclaimed the dr "What?! What are you talking about? 'One of those 'one''? What does that even mean?!" yelled my dad (or it would seem one of them?!) at his friend.

NOW

"What i mean is that he is a Chimera." "Chimera? What?! Are you calling him a freak or monster?!" "No you moron. Geez...I know have to wonder how you got through science class in college if can't remember that bit we learned about when learning about DNA and about cells in more in depth; so I could go to nursing school, and you could go work for one of the drug/medical supply companies in their labs!" "Well sorry! But I have never had to look at someone's DNA to make a drug for just one person before that is done with an A.I.'s help now you know?!" "Oh..Ok then. Well to tell you what is going on with him is that he was born from Two genetically different [as far as both having different dads'] eggs that merged together during the dividing part of making a baby inside of the mother..." "Wait so you are saying that he is his own twin? or something right?" "Yes, but will you not interrupt me please? Now where was I...Oh yeah! He is both your but is another guy's son at the same time. In some cases could maybe have had a merged form of Quirk from you, and him with maybe some of the mother's to add some stability. Sadly this kid was not born with the luck on his side that let him have an active Alphe gene in his body." "Wait so you telling me I wasted the last almost three days taking care of a Quirkless brat for nothing?! Ok I can deal with this i will just leave him a church they like babys right? Right. They can find him a home that is not my home! Thanks for all your help Marco i will pay you back later ok?! Bye!"

That was pretty much the last time I would hear 's voice for a few years at least. My 'dad' I found out later from the nun that had found me had left a letter with me in the blankets. She told me that 'They gave me up because of money issues.' I new better, but said nothing; because you never backtalked Sister Mary-Claire! She was in charge of all of us kids with four other nuns, and two brothers (monks). It was a ok life up to the day all the other kids Quirks started activating at those that where my age anyways.

You see I had only two friends back then, but like all thing when you are three, four, and five years old your mind changes what you see as friend and foe at the dop of the hat back and forth. By the time I was six, and still I did not have an active Quirk. the other kids had pushed me a way as a useless Quirkless nerd. I had because I found it so cool at first started writing in a journal all about what i saw of the quirks of both the other kids as well as the sisters and brothers that took care of us all. I had even called it my 'Looking at the Quirks of my loved ones!'. This was a bad idea it turn out because not everyone liked that I 'watched' them just to see what I could about their Quirks abilities.

"Hay Deku! Got your own Quirk yet?!" yelled my biggest tormenter a boy only one year yunger then me with just as Green a color of hair as me that was standing by a boy my age (at this time we (me and the older boy) where 7) with blonde spiky hair. I knew them both thanks to the fact I went to school with them. Their name's where ...

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