Hello guys! This isn't my first fanfiction story in MHA, but it is the first one dealing with a main character. So forgive my mistakes, if I made any. Read, review and enjoy!
Izuki Midoriya had always been..different.
She had no identifiable quirk. Yet, her unnatural intelligence was on par with those who had intelligence quirks. Easily able to solve board-filling sums with a single glance and analyse and determine quirks from a single move. Moreover, she seemed to just know, where things were at any point, and even knew the identity of random people she saw on the street. How, she could not say. But she knew. And there was no way she could have known. Unless of course, she did indeed, have a quirk. But her toe had the two extra joints! Statistically there was no way she could have a quirk! Yet, here she was, easily far ahead of her classmates in academics, and aware of the names of people she hadn't even met, their behaviour, their habits, their life!
The only explanation was that she had somehow inherited a quirk from her father. A father she didn't even know. According to her mother, however, her father had a fire breathing quirk. Not an intelligence quirk.
Izuki always wondered exactly what her power was. Because she definitely had a power. That was indisputable. But exactly what it did was unknown to her. Does it give her heightened intelligence? It must have, considering her marks were perfect in every test she had ever taken in her life. But that did not explain how she could lie on the roof of her apartment at night, look up at the stars, and instinctively know the name of each and every one.
But she would soon find out why. And the answer would rock her to the very core.
"Now is the time to think about your future." the teacher said, and picked up a stack of papers on his desk. "I'm supposed to be handing out these papers, and counsel you on what you want to be...Oh who am I kidding?" He then grinned, and threw the papers into the air. "YOU ALL WANT TO BE HEROES, RIGHT?!"
The class roared, and stood, many activating their quirks, filling the air with flames, tentacles, extra hands, and other assorted powers.
"Now, now." the teacher raised a hand. "You all know quirk usage isn't allowed on school grounds. Quiet down."
"HEY TEACH! DON'T LUMP ME IN WITH THESE DAMN REJECTS!" scowled a loud, angry voice.
"Ah yes, Bakugo. I believe you are applying to UA."
The class fell silent at that. "Woah, UA? That's crazy!" gasped someone.
"They have the lowest acceptance rate in the country!" cried someone else.
Bakugo jumped onto his table, his hands sparking with tiny explosions. "EXACTLY! AND THAT IS WHY I WILL BE THE ONLY ONE TO GET INTO UA, FROM THIS SHITTY PATHETIC SCHOOL!"
"Oh, I hear Midoriya has also applied for UA." the teacher commented nonchalantly.
Once more, the class went silent. Only this time, instead of gasps of awe, they laughed in disbelief.
One person, however, was not amused. "DEKU!" he growled, before jumping across the class with a single explosion, then slamming his hand onto Izuki's desk, destroying it. "HOW DARE YOU?! I TOLD YOU NOT TO APPLY, YOU LITTLE SHIT! DO YOU THINK YOU ARE BETTER THAN ME? YOU WILL NEVER GET INTO UA!"
Izuki didn't know what came over her then. But she stood up, and stared into his hateful eyes. "I can and I will. And you can shove your ego up your ass, though I doubt you have one."
The class 'ooh'ed at that. Bakugo, on the other hand, was pissed. His eyes narrowed more than it should have been humanly possible to. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU FUCKING SAY?!" He screamed. "I'M GONNA KI-"
"Bakugo!" shouted the teacher. "I said, no quirk usage in class! Get back to your seat now!"
Bakugo snarled, but made no move to continue. Instead, he turned and stalked off, electing instead to glare at Izuki for the rest of the day.
When class finally ended, and the students began to leave, Izuki stayed back. She always left last, since she didn't like being in the crowd. I really hope Bakugo doesn't stay back too.
Those hopes were crushed, however, when the aforementioned boy stood, his bag on his shoulder, and his two henchmen by his side, but not moving out. Instead, all of them stared at her with predatory grins.
When the last student had left, leaving only the four of them in the room, Bakugo and his lackeys sauntered up to her, as she began to pack up.
"Hey, what's this?!" Bakugo said, grabbing one of her many books that were lying on her desk. "Hero Analysis for the Future, Volume fifteen? REALLY?!"
Izuki sighed. "Give it back, Bakugo." she said.
"Oh yeah? And what if I don't?!"
"I'll take it then." she replied.
Bakugo's eyes narrowed dangerously again. "What did you say?!"
"I said I will take the book."
"Oh yeah?! Then try it!" Bakugo shouted.
Izuki jumped at him, and swiped at his hands. But Bakugo was too fast, and jumped backward. Then he brought his right hand forward, crackling with explosions. Izuki immediately dodged, and taking ahold of his right hand, sent him careening forward with his own momentum.
She had learned self defense, after a particularly bad incident, where her elbow was dislocated, and burnt black by an especially powerful explosion from Bakugo. Her mother had all but forced her to. And she consented, mainly because she was tired of Bakugo and his bullying. And so she learned hand to hand combat and some basic martial arts. Combined with a daily exercise regimen, she was no longer the chubby four year old with stars in her eyes whenever she saw her former best friend.
Izuki now stood five foot nine inches tall, easily taller than most students in her class. She was lean and strong, with clearly defined muscles, and short, pixie cropped green hair that reached down to the nape of her neck. Bakugo himself was only a few inches taller than her.
"THE HELL ARE YOU IDIOT EXTRAS STANDING AROUND FOR?! FIGHT HER!" Bakugo screamed at his lackeys. Immediately, one of them, the boy with a hand lengthening quirk, attempted to grab a hold of Izuki. But she jumped, and fly kicked him in the face, sending him crashing into a desk. Next, she turned to the boy with wings. Moving so fast she was almost nothing but a blur, she came behind him, and kicked him in the back, causing him to fall, crying out in pain.
Then, she stepped over to Bakugo. She glared down at her former friend. "You'd do well to remember not to antagonize me, Bakugo." she said, in a dangerously low tone, before reaching down, and plucking her book out of his frozen hands. "Good day."
Izuki sighed, as she walked down the sidewalk, with the names of every person she saw coming to her head as usual. Was it a quirk? Was it something else? Unknowingly, while she thought over her peculiar powers, she had walked under a low bridge, and over a sewer drain cover, that was now slowly opening, disgorging a brownish, slimy entity.
It looked around, and found her. She was staring right at him. Her zoned out look had disappeared, replaced by a curiosity that unnerved him. "Huh. Slime? Weird quirk, but OK."
The slime villain laughed. "HA! I never had my quirk described so succinctly before! Well whatever, meaty cloak. I'll take you now!"
Izuki had no idea what happened then. For a single moment, she was terrified. She stumbled back, her eyes locked on the slime. Then, a flash of mist suddenly covered the slime, and within a second, it was frozen solid. She stared in incomprehension at the slime. Then she looked at her own hands. Nothing.
As if to make the situation even more ridiculous, another drainage cover popped open behind her, and there appeared All Might himself.
Izuki, unable to take in everything was happening, did the only thing she could do then.
She fainted.
Toshinori Yagi, aka All Might, had had a thoroughly tiring day. He hadn't really expected the amount of paperwork one had to go through to become part of a teaching faculty to be so massive. Then again, it was probably his fault that he forgot the school he was going to be teaching in was the most prestigious Hero Academy in all of Japan, and maybe the world.
Of course, it wasn't merely for teaching that the pro hero had come to UA. He had other reasons too. His time was running out, and he needed to find a worthy successor, to pass One For All onto, and finally do what he had been putting off for so long to serve as the world's Symbol Of Peace. Retire.
A painful tugging just below his chest reminded him again, that he was dangerously close to his limit. But, still, he ran after the Slime Villain. After all, he was a hero, and this villain had already killed far too many people. It had to end, and he would end it, regardless of his limit.
The villain suddenly jumped up, and through a drain cover, closing it behind him. Toshinori, unable to stop due to going so fast, and with the drain cover too far behind to contemplate doubling back, decided to keep going forward, heading for the next drainage cover. He could hear the villain talking about how he never had someone describe his quirk..somehow. The number one hero prayed he was not too late, as he finally found a drainage cover, and jumped up and through it. "IT WILL BE ALRIGHT NOW!" he yelled his signature phrase. "WHY? BECAUSE I AM-..."
He paused, and stared, unbelieving, at the sight.
The villain was frozen. Completely. His slimy skin was now encrusted by a layer of pure white ice, covering him. And before it, was a young girl. Fifteen years old, Toshinori estimated. And she too stared at the villain in shock. Then she turned, and her eyes widened upon seeing him, before suddenly collapsing onto the road.
With the speed of a bullet, the pro hero shot forward, barely catching the girl, preventing her from bashing her head against the road.
He stared at her pale, freckled face, then at the frozen villain. Was she responsible for it? He wondered. If she was, then this was bound to be trouble. Most probably she would be investigated for illegal quirk use. But she probably acted out of self defense. His mind rationalized. But the police might not see it that way. Retorted the pessimistic part of his brain. When faced with such a potent quirk as ice creation, or really any quirk associated with controlling facets of reality, the police were very strict with rules and regulations. And not only that, the girl had also frozen the villain, in such a way that transport would be impossible. Toshinori could already see that if he were to apply any sort of pressure to it, the now brittle fluid that made up the villain's body might shatter, and for all intents and purposes,..kill him. The girl now in his arms had just committed a dire act of murder...unless her quirk could also control the temperature of the ice..in which case, a very dim opportunity presented itself.
He shook the girl, looking into her emerald green eyes. "Hey! Hey, kid, wake up!"
Izuki herself had no idea where she was. One second, she had been under a bridge, staring in horror as ice covered the villain, and the only thought running in her head was, I have a quirk! Then, All Might appeared, and her brain, too tired by a long day and a hard fight with Bakugo, shut down.
And now...she gazed around at the empty white all around her. Nowhere. I am nowhere.
"QUITE THE CONTRARY, KID."
"What?! Who are you?!" cried Izuki, frantically turning around. The voice laughed at her spinning. "IT'S ALL RIGHT. A LITTLE DISORIENTATION IS TOTALLY UNDERSTANDABLE. I MEAN, YOU ARE NOW THE MOST POWERFUL BEING IN YOUR UNIVERSE...SO IT MAKES SENSE."
"W-w-w-w-w-what?!" stammered Izuki.
The voice gave a nearly inaudible sigh. "Ok, ok, intro time. My name is..O Ball. And you..are Izuki Midoriya, am I correct?"
"Um, yes?"
"Brilliant!" the voice replied, cheerily. "So, exposition time! Letsssgoo!"
Within a moment, Izuki found herself plunged down through a hole, and into a street. She hit it hard, and groaned in pain. "What the hell?!"
"Good question." the voice, O Ball, snapped back. "Hell isn't exactly the kind of place I dropped you in but I'm sure that's what you're going to feel like when I tell you..or rather show you, the truth."
"The truth? About what?"
"About who you are, Midoriya Izuki. And what role you play." The voice had lost all it's bubbliness, replaced by solemnity. "Now, observe."
Sixteen Years Ago:
Inko Midoriya was bored out of her mind.
She had thought that going to a cinema would have been fun. Watching a three hour sob story about a love triangle between a hero, a villain, and a quirkless stripper was not her idea of fun. And neither was eating a burger and later vomiting it out in a dumpster behind the theater thanks to some asshole who forgot to wear a hat while he was cooking.
God she hated her life.
Now she was at a bar, a glass full of wine in front of her. Taking it in her hands, she stared at it for a few seconds, before drinking it in one shot. Gasping, she placed the glass back on the counter. That felt good. "One more!" she called to the bartender. "Coming right up Miss!"
"That's my mom?!" Izuki gasped, as she watched from a nearby table. O Ball was beside her, though she couldn't see the being. An invisibility quirk? But no, how are we seeing the past then?
"Yep!" O Ball chuckled. "She seems so different, doesn't she? Ssssmokin', as one of my friends would say!"
That's an understatement. Izuki thought, staring at her mother, before she became a mother.
The plump was just gone. In it's place was a slim figure, with curves to make Midnight jealous. Her hair was the same length Izuki had always known, but rather than being neatly tied, or kept smooth, it was frazzy, and lying all over the place. And...were those piercings?!
Izuki nearly passed out from that.
"*sigh* Humans are so dramatic sometimes.." O Ball grumbled, using her power to keep the greenette awake.
Inko swooned, as she downed her..ninth? tenth? shot. She had no idea anymore. Everything seemed blurry around her. But at least she felt better now. Much better than before.
Which was why she didn't question her senses or scream in shock when a flash of dazzling white light swallowed the bar, and then disappeared, to reveal a tall, handsomely built man in a very formal white shirt and blazer. His hair was black, and graying at the edges. And he was certainly quite confident. He sat down beside Inko without the slightest hesitation. "Tequila." he commanded. The barkeep rushed to obey. He turned to Inko, and whistled appreciatively.
Normally, Inko would have been pissed. But she was drunk, and didn't really care anyways. So she giggled like a school girl. "Mhm. What's your pickup line?" she asked.
The man laughed, as the barkeep filled the man's glass with tequila. "Well, how about..I'm a very bored, all powerful, god like being that got myself lost and is looking for fun in this Universe before he finds his way back to home?" he drank the glass in one shot as well.
Inko stared uncomprehending, then laughed. "That'll do!" she held out her hand. "Midoriya Inko."
The man chuckled mischievously as he shook her hand.
"Q, at your service, milady."
Ok, I admit, Quirk Laws aren't my specialty. And yes, all that 'police will be strict when considering the usage of quirks that affect reality' thing is just speculation, not concrete.
Until the next chapter.
SpectreOfMars