Ch.2: A step into the dark
I opened my eyes to a dark oak ceiling. I shouldn't be alive. I took the jump. Why am I alive? I look around me. The room is small and shabby, however for the size of the room it had quality wood for the ceiling and walls. The bed I was on was more so a cot then a bed. I pat myself to make sure it's real. I get to my leg and I touch it. Pain courses through my body. I try to jump up off the bed, but I soon find, I can't move my left leg. I pull the misshapen blanket off me and look at my leg. It is bent out of shape, discoloured as well. It was throbbing with pain from where I touched it. Someone had put it in a cast though. Someone had saved him, but it would seem something still hit the ground. I remember seeing a flash of purple. I don't remember reading over any important heroes with their primary colour being purple. Especially none with a teleportation quirk. That's the only way someone could save me. Who saved me? A rising hero, a random civilian, or something else? I don't know, I'm so confused. There are an infinite number of possibilities! Like technically it could have been a person with a speed quirk as well! Wait, no if it was I would have felt someone catch me. If it was a civilian where am I, their home? It's all confusing. Maybe this is a sign. Maybe I
I am worth something. At the same time could it be a sign. I doubt it. If this is the result I don't plan to try again. I'm even bad at killing myself, huh. Damn it, Izuku think. I don't like some of the possibilities. I could have been kidnapped. I couldn't fight if I have, I don't have a quirk and I don't know the surroundings. I look to the door to see the brass knob turning. I'm fucked. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. " Well it seems you're awake" a tall man who in place of skin, is made of what appears to be a swirling purple void going upwards as if it was fire. That makes no sense. How is a teleportation quirk a mutant type. It is almost scientifically impossible, well I guess improbable not impossible. If I didn't see I wouldn't believe it. As I realize I've been mumbling the man coughs to bring my focus to him. I realize as he stares at me he somehow has eyes, but I'll ignore that for now. He is in a butler outfit. Maybe, I was brought to a hotel? " You seem to have an active mind, young man." The man says in a smooth voice unbefitting his appearance. I guess you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. " That can be useful, however, I do not see why a young man such as yourself would throw that away." The man says in an almost eerily inquisitive tone.a chill runs down my spine. His tone, it's terrifying. The way he worded that, he's dangerous. A schemer, his voice it's like the devil's. It's too smooth, the perfect tone too. I've met his type. The charismatic one, he may not be the head of the pack, but he's the one who you'll listen to. I have to be careful, this man seems to be the one that saved me, but for what reason. " You seem to be a hard mumbler, huh, you know a simple man would not be able to hear what you were saying, but I listen to everything. I do love the gossip people drag in." The man says coldly. Shit. I was mumbling. He knows I don't trust him. " I'm intrigued by you, you are smart enough to think about me, very tone when talking to me. However you wished to take your own life? If I had not been there you would be dead. You are lucky I didn't have master Tomura's favorite whiskey." The man says with curiosity pouring out of him. He is very deliberate with his words. I kind of like his personality. I would like to get to know him, but that's what is dangerous. " I felt useless, I'm quirk less but I've always wanted to be a hero. That day my mind was weighed down by reality. I couldn't take it. I was being irrational." I say thinking while speaking. My thoughts are flustered, why the hell did I do that. I'm an idiot! What would have happened if mom found out. It would break her. " I apologise but someone recorded your fall. It has been on the news. It is terrifying how quickly a story spreads." The man says with what sounds like honest pity. Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck. God damn it. Mom. I'm sorry. What will kachan think? What have I done? " Now I can tell that you know the truth. You will not be able to go home. If you tried to you would be labeled as a quirkless brat who gave up, they would lock you up in an asylum." The man says. My lungs feel as though they are going to collapse. I can barely breathe. I know he is saying the truth, but I don't want to believe him. If I ever go out in the public again. They would throw me in a cell. A quirkless brat who jumped. I would be labeled as an attention seeker. I wouldn't be able to look anyone in the eyes without them looking back and seeing my fall. I fucked up. I can never be a hero. It's not like I had a chance anyway. " I have an offer. Work here until this all blows over. It would be in your best interest. I did save you after all." The man says to me. I don't trust him, but it is a good offer. Possible pay and a place to hide. It's almost too good to be true. " I'll... I'll take the deal, I'll work here. What do I have to do?" I ask. I'm terrified. What if I get kicked out? What if I end up on the streets? I have to do my best. You would be working as I do a waiter while I tend the bar. The patron of the bar however, please ignore him and our talks for now. Also I may add that a few shady people come by every so often and I suggest you ignore them" he says sternly. I nod my head as quickly as I can. This will be interesting and hopefully I made the right choice.
Two months later
The place was swamped,it was one of the busier nights. The customers never looked anything less than shifty. They talked in hushed tones and anything I did pick up I did my best to ignore. Most of it was about shady deals and talk of the black market. I tried not to question it. This was a good job, while not the first one I've worked, it's paid the best. It paid ¥3500 per hour! I never ran out of funds and I gotta stay there for very little rent. All the rent came out of my paycheck anyways. I was the waiter, I would go to each table and get their order. They're an Interesting bunch of customers but at the very least they can stand me long enough to order some alcohol. I give the orders to Kurogiri, the man who had convinced me to work here, and he makes the drinks. Giran came by every once and awhile he was alright to talk to. Although I called kurogiri a man like the devil, I was wrong. That title goes to giran. One minute I'm talking to him and the next I have a corkscrew made out of the tooth of a silver age villain. I missed mom, but at the very least I sent her money whenever I could! Shigaraki always makes fun of me when I do though. I don't like him much, but he is fun to discuss things with. His views are very different from mine. He thinks the heroes are throwing the world into anarchy, by creating villains that want them dead. In my opinion there are loads of heroes, and they're just people trying to be better for society, and failing. I don't know when it started but while I talked to giran,kurogiri, and even shigaraki…...I began to doubt the supposed "good" the heroes have done. Especially all might. He's supposed to be the symbol of peace, but he was willing to tell a kid his dreams could never come true. It broke me, hell it nearly killed me! I started to agree with their opinions more, as if they were forcing theirs on me, but they didn't. I adapted and I learned the truth. I didn't want to be a hero anymore. It felt strangely good to say that. I don't know why but without the burden of my want to be a hero, I was breaking out my shell. I haven't stuttered recently and the muttering is gone too. My personality itself seems to be changing. I'm calmer, and I feel myself taking more risky approaches to conversations. I'm starting to get good with my words too. I've been learning from giran apparently it's a good skull for a waiter to have. My fun didn't end though, when kurogiri heard I wanted to be a hero, he bought me some workout gear and knives to throw. I've started to like the throwing knives, they're hand-forged and I'm guessing custom ordered. Each one a green hilt with a sadistically carved m. They look like they came out of a "villain's are us!". I had gotten stronger slowly but surely. I didn't want to be a hero, but I might as well keep in shape! I noticed that as I let my body develop, I started catching the eyes of a few women. That kinda felt good. I have started to semi-flaunt my body when I catch a woman looking, when they blush I get excited. It's lovely! I seem so different but at the same time, the same! I haven't gotten far with any of the women though. I have kissed a few though and it was oddly exciting. The taste of their lips, the look of their face! I'm not a pervert, but man does this excite me! Does that make me a flirt? Probably. I didn't know a side of me like that could exist. It was interesting to know. I've seemed to be able to make friends with the patrons and co-workers of the bar. Today I've been called in by Kurogiri and he wants to talk to me about something. He beckons me into the back room, which used to be a janitor's closet but is now a room where I discuss things about the bar with kurogiri. " I want you to join us, young Midoriya." Kurogiri says in a tone he only uses for business. I gulp but stand straight. I'm not scared anymore. I'm not weak anymore. " What do you mean, I already work here." I said in slight confusion. I might know what he means but I've only heard about it in rumors. " This bar as you may know from rumors is a front for a criminal organization known as "the league of villains" and we would like you to be our newest member. Will you accept?" He asked in the most serious tone I've heard from him. I knew it. I heard about passing, but I didn't want to ask questions. I knew the customers were too shady for it not to be true. The old me would have been scared, but the new me? I smile and say " of course I will!". I don't think I'll ever be a hero, but now I will be a villain! Close but not the same. I don't care anymore. "Well,welcome young Midoriya, it will be difficult, your training will start soon! We need you in complete shape." He says with his eyes tilting up as if he was smiling. He leaves the room and I follow him out as finally the remnants of a broken dream are forgotten and erased. Say hello to a new me, it will be quite the ride!
A/N: I apologise for how late this is but the power went out when I was writing it and I had to redo it so I was pissed and procrastinated a load but I eventually got to it. I hope you enjoyed!