Hello My Little Shadow Demons, it is I! Arekkusu with a new story nwkjdfb, I haven't given up on my other stories, but my muse for them has died down a bit.

And I have been reading a lot of BNHA fanfic's and it got me in a mood to write one. It will be connected with my other Story New World, New Life. So I may spoil some of my story with some of the pairings. Lmao, well I hope you guys enjoy the story, I have a few drafts for NW,NL but I gotta clean them up and better the story flow a bit more.

I'd like to make it clear right now, its going to have bits and pieces of various fandoms, mainly KHR, Harry Potter and The Gamer. Possibly a few things like the potions from Kingdom Hearts.

The first thing I felt when I woke up was excruciating pain, the sense of a white hot fire on my back, arms and chest. And oh God….it fucking hurts to breath! It felt like someone pile drived my chest repeatedly, what the fuck happened. I groaned in pain as I forcefully turned to lay on my side, and fuck if that didn't hurt like a bitch. I gaged lightly before literally throwing up a glob of blood, saliva and mucus. Ugh, that was really unpleasant. As I lay there in a dark ally from what I can see through semi swollen eyes, the sun was barely setting. The orange, yellow and pink hues decorating the tops of the buildings, my mind slowly working and digging through years of memories of the person I was…or am now. And Holy Fuck… Holy Fucking Shit! I got punted into the body of Midoriya Izuku!

And….and oh my god, this sweet, sweet, innocent cinnamon roll has suffered so much. The bully was worse….so much worse than anything I could have possibly thought. Shit, how he could have withstood this bullshit was a goddamn miracle. I groaned again in absolute pain after a few minutes, finally deciding to get the fuck up. Fuck Bakugou and his fucking lackeys…. fuck them because the literally killed him. They killed him with the abuse and downright murderous beating they laid on him not to long ago. And it made me sick, so, so, so fucking sick that Bakugou suicide baited Izuku more than once, the fucking bastard seemling forgetting each fucking time he did it. The burning from his Quirk pulsing from remembering the ordeal. Well not fucking anymore, fuck him, fuck this noise so fucking much! I fucking growled in absolute frustration and anger from what happened to Izuku, the years upon years of abuse flowing through my mind in a rapid and organized speed. Every single fucking detail burned deep into my memory and soul. His taunts, jeers, snide remarks and downright hateful stares. The fucking students and staff doing absolutely fucking nothing to help, all because he has a powerful flashy Quirk, and Izuku didn't have one. I grunted in pain holding back a scream of agony as I forced myself to sit up, I could feel the cracked ribs just creaking in protest, my fingers throbbing in absolute pain. I bit my lower lip and wiggled the fingers in my right hand, and bit back a scream. Yup, they were broken.

For fucks sake, how could someone aspiring to be a hero, a protector of the innocent, have so much hate so much malice in them. To someone who just wanted to help their friend out of concern and worry when they feel from a log from a pretty decent height for a 4-year-old. I grunted again as I finally felt the flow of my flames and magic from deep with my soul wanting to burst out and fix what it could in the broken and beaten body of Midoriya Izuku… Well my body now. But I held it back, it would knock me out if I let it loose now, I need to be protected, I couldn't let Pro Heroes find me, or Villains. So I waited as my magic and flames flowed through me slowly. And it honestly hurt a bit as my sun flames and magic healed the major problems at a slow pace. I just grunted lightly as I scooted back and over to the wall, my body slumping over slightly, I groaned in slight relief as I could lean against my large backpack that back slammed into the wall.

It was barely the beginning of his last year of middle school, and Bakugou decied to teach the "Quirkless, Useless, Loser!" a lesson simply because Izuku got a 100 on the surprise pop quiz. "Fuuuuccckkkkkk!" I hissed through clenched teeth as my fingers snapped back into place. Shit that hurt like a bitch…I groaned again before letting out an almost tear-filled joyous cry as finally, Fucking Finally! The screen popped into my view. God I have never been so Goddamn happy that I was able to obtain The Gamer power so early in my last life. I barely managed to click in my old saved setting, I'll have to synchronize with it for this body at a later date. I lightly cleared my voice wincing in pain from how raw and absolutely fucking raspy it felt. "Ul-Ultra Ph-Ph-Phoenix Down." I somehow managed to garble out with my busted lips and few missing teeth and slightly bitten tongue. The system seemed to hesitate before in a smooth voice it called out. "Do you require assistance with applying the potion?" I merely grunted out a small "yes" before feeling an absolute warmth and safety envelope me. A rich amber hue seemed to wrap around me, gently cocooning me as if to shield me from the world. It felt so very comforting and pleasant, a weightlessness seemed to overcome me as I was lifted from the air a good 8 feet. Absolutely everything that was broken and beaten, whatever minor or grave wound I had healed in an absolute instant. My fatigue was gone and my ashen and paper white skin from blood loss left. I was still a little pale, but that was just Izuku's genetics, which I would fix in the end.

I was finally lowered to the floor in a gentle decent, my red sneakered feet gently touching down with a soft plaf. I stood up slowly, gently rolling my shoulders, then neck. I got satisfying pops from them, I slowly worked through my whole body, making sure everything was in place and working correctly. I slowly ran my tongue over my teeth, smirking a bit to myself as they were perfect and straight. I twisted my body from side to side gently a couple time. Before I sped up until I heard a pleasant crack. I carefully jumped up and down on my toes, carefully shaking out my whole body, I flung my hands out in a careful order, carefully erecting barriers to contain the rising explosion of power just wanting to break through the thin threads holding it back. I set up major mundane repelling charms and containment fields.

I looked around, my eyes changing from an Emerald Green to a shining Orange Amber with deep Amethyst purple ring. And then an Iridescent cornucopia of colors took over after a moment of battle. My eyes changed forms as well, into the roaring Dragon eyes from the majestic beast sleeping dormant in me. And absolutely furious Dragon wanting blood after seeing what happened to its human's new life. And that's when I snapped, I took in a large breath of air, hunching in on myself as I finally let go, a spiral of fire and magic exploding from me. My already in tatters school uniform ripping from the back as a massive pair of black wings exploded from my back before I stood up the leaned back as I let out a furious roar. My fire and magic spewing from my mouth and assaulting the containment shields, quickly being absorbed, though it did break a few layers and my magic and flames pulsed out wide and deep into the city, hitting a few people deep in their souls as they dropped to the ground letting out savage screams of fury and worry as they were being unlocked from a deep sleep as well. Luckily they were isolated from human contact so nothing could interrupt them. But we'll get back to that at a later date in time.

I have no idea how long I screamed out my agony, pain, frustration and absolute rage at what happened to Izuku, at what he had to suffer for years. Tears streamed down my face as my soul raged on, they just flowed freely and more harshly as a gentle hand lifted my face, and the tear stained face of Midoriya Izuku stared at me. His trembling scrawny frame shaking in despair but happiness as he saw someone cared, someone besides his mother. His skinny little arms gently wrapped around me as he hugged me for dear life, as he babbled incoherent things. I hugged him back tightly, gently running my fingers through his hair. Making promises I knew I could keep. Making promises to fulfil his longtime dream of being a Hero. I gently wiped away the tears from his face, as I promised the most important thing to him. The one person whom he does not want to leave behind, but has no choice in the matter now. I promised him I would always look after his mother, the one constant and solid person in his life. Even though she did mess up a bit in the beginning, I promised with everything I had, that I would always protect her and keep her happy. Izuku just sobbed harder into my chest as he clenched the tattered uniform tighter. I just rested my chin on top of his head while rubbing gentle circles on his back. "What can I do…what can I do…this is so messed up, this is so, so, so fucking messed up." She screamed in her mind, worrying eating away at her. She bit her bottom lip again as she squeezed him tightly her mind blanking badly. They stayed like that for what felt like hours, but was actually 20 minutes, before reality kicked her hard in the gut as a Reaper floated in front of them. A look of literal distain settled on his face while looking down at us.

I fucking jumped up and snarled at the bastard, and the Reaper just stared back in slight shock before snarling back letting loose it power. "This Little Bitch wants to defy me, get angry with me?!" It screeched in fury as it pressed down its power on them down, a sadistic smirk tugging at his lips as the wimpy looking ghost boy got flattened and the human dropped to its knees.

I huffed out in fury before slowly getting up and unleashing my own Death Magic, absolutely consuming the little shit. And that's when it hit me, as I watched the cocky condescending "Reaper" fucking sweat in fear as my power engulfed him. I swiped at my screen and quickly dialed my star contact on my Literal God Father. I waited anxiously as the call went through, the ringing driving me nuts, but I let out a breath of absolute relief as a worried, anxious and slightly furious voice bellowed, "ALEX!". I sobbed for a moment before finally forcing out a small "Tou-san.." and that's when everything seemed to go Black. An oppressive feeling filling the air before I was wrapped up in a pair of strong shaking arms. The smell of a fresh cold snowy winters day, filling my lungs. It was so comforting, so safe and secure that I broke down once again. Crying my heart out for what happened, for how I got here, for the relief of it all as well, since I took over Izuku's dead body, keeping it alive and going. And that's what I said, what I spewed to Death as he raked his fingers through my hair as the word vomit just kept coming. I couldn't stop, I wouldn't stop. Someone anyone needed to hear what happened to this sweet boy, and that someone was the one person who could help Izuku later. Because Death could bring him back, Life owed him everything, and Fate and Destiny were my Bitches. Because Fate and Destiny had played Izuku dirty in this Universe, and I wasn't going to fucking stand it. And I told Death this, and he agreed, because how, how could such a young, pure, oh so pure soul deal with what Life, Fate and Destiny put him through, was an absolute fucking miracle.

Midoriya Izuku just stood there in shock as the person now inhabiting his body talk to Death…The Death, not one of the Reapers, or some well Knock off of Death. The actual primordial being, the absolute ruler of every shape and form of Death. Talked about how they would twist reality, how they would give him back a body, so he could keep on living, but it would take time, a year if he heard right, and during that year, he would be trained into the ground to be the best Hero ever. Everything just seemed to spin as his mind zipped around in shock, he didn't even register as the new person in his body…well their body now got up and flawlessly fixed the ripped and burned uniform. His ripped and singed notebooks and papers and other important bits and bobs of school. Including his phone which was smashed almost beyond repair. He was shaken out of his state as more being popped into the ally, frantically looking over him and the other being…he should really ask for a name. Then he was promptly swept off his feet, his mind really not able to wrap around what was happening, everything was a blur of motion and colors. Of people barking into phones giving out orders and god knows what else. Then he saw three pretty women being yelled at furiously before he was taken away to be healed. From what the other person told him when they stopped for a few minutes. Because his soul was so broken, what little hope he had, what little faith he had in Bakugou absolutely broke him when he literally beat him to death with his lackeys. Even though he wasn't the one to deal the finishing blows, he did do the most damage with his Quirk, and just stood back, smug as fuck for teaching him his place again. All he felt was a light kiss to his forehead, before he finally passed out from the pain and agony, a slight hopeful smile tugging at the corner of his lips before slipping into oblivion.