Hello everyone! So this is honestly a rewrite of my original story "the fall of deku". That was actually my first fic and looking back on it now, boy was that wrong on so many levels haha. This is actually going to a villain deku.
However, Deku WONT become a villain in the span of like two chapters like a lot of fics. I really want to explore the affects of mental illness, side effects and for lack of a better term (reality) of how growing up quirkless effects someone especially like Izuku. He will become a villain I promise, it's just I don't want to rush into it and have him be a full villain in like the second chapter.
Anway, this is just an experiment I really needed to get this out my head so don't flame me please. Keep in mind guys this is just a prologue and me testing the waters a bit. If I continue this story, next chapter will be ALOT longer.
Anyway let's go!
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In a world where eighty percent of the worlds population developed some sort of superpower, better known as a "Quirk" , The Meta for the average life changed forever.
While those who used their powers for misguided and evil intent, mayhem ensued across nation after nation. The government quickly banded together and made a profession known today as "Heroes". It was so much so that it became a full fledged job that people get paid for it and regulated the usage of quirks, deeming it illegal for the average citizen to use their quirks in public.
However, the twenty percent of those who did not develop a quirk, known to society as "Quirkless" , we're shunned and looked down upon in society. With most jobs in the workforce require the employee to have some sort of quirk, the Quirkless had a much harder time to have a decent life. They were often ridiculed, Abused, beaten, and in worse cases, often commit suicide.
No matter how much they tried to fit into society, no matter how much they tried to contribute to their community, all it took for them was one bad day for the Quirkless to fall in one of those categories.
This is the story of one family who had one bad day.
Prologue, Ten Years Ago
In the southern parts of the Kabukicho prefecture, rows of red light shops, bars and nightclubs littered the area. The area was known to be a high crime area and notorious for its murders and drug deals that come in and out of the harbour that looks out to the ocean.
In a broken down warehouse that was covered in graffiti and broken windows, stood a man dressed in a black Armani suit. He was a taller man, standing at 6'4 with a muscular body. He had white slicked back hair and his cold blue eyes looked out into the night city. In the distance, countless police sirens were heard in the distance as he let out a deep sigh.
"I see... it's time to end this." The man let out with a deep voice as he listened to the sirens get closer to his location. He checked his watch, noting it was eleven at night as he let out another deep sigh. After so long of fighting heroes, gaining immense fame in the criminal underworld and striking true fear into both heroes and villains, his actions were coming back to bite him in the ass.
If he was being honest, he couldn't careless if he was caught by the authorities. He had friends in high places that would be able to get him out with the snap of his fingers.
No, He was more afraid of his pregnant wife being caught in the crossfire. He would never allow that to her no matter what. He let out another deep and irritated sigh before feeling a pair of hands snake around his waist and a bulging stomach where his child resides.
His cold, unmoving eyes relaxed slightly as a mop of green hair appeared in his vision. "Are you sure this is what you want Hisashi? We can leave Japan and never look back." His wife pleaded as tears pooled in her eyes.
The man, now known as Hisashi, Turned around and looked at his wife. She was wearing brown combat boots, blue jeans, and a black sweater. On her back was a silver Katana that he had seen her use against her foes with back swift and gracefully.
His mind began to travel back to the day he first met her. Although she wasn't a strong fighter with a minor quirk, known as attraction, it was her beauty and performance with her katana that caught his interest. He wasn't afraid of him or his ability to steal ones quirk. If he were being honest, she was actually interested in his quirk.
It bothered him to no end that he didn't steal her quirk or out right kill the girl. His blood would boil with interest whenever he would see someone with a powerful, supportive, or defensive quirk. However, when he had learned about her quirk, the thought never came to his mind. Although her quirk seemed minor, Hisashi knew how dangerous a quirk could be in the right hand. If she wanted to, his wife would be able to lift dozens of knives and other objects and hurl them at her foes. God forbid if she had to fight someone in a kitchen. That alone would be a nightmare.
His mind then shifted back to the day to the day he found out what she truly was. An assassin. He remembered stumbling onto an alley one night, seeing the green haired girl taking her katana out a dead body. If he were the average citizen, he would ran away and contacted the authorities. However, instead of her or him running away, both of them began to talk and that was when she learned of his true nature.
It was rocky at first, given that she was an assassin and he was one of the biggest criminals in the underworld. However, she began to work with him and his dealings in the underworld. It wasn't until two years after they worked together that they became romantically involved with one another. She began seeing him and having dinner, then followed by living with him and eventually got married.
It wasn't until a year ago when he learned that his wife was pregnant with his baby.
Hisashi sighed, bringing his mind out of the simpler days and looked at his wife. "I'm sorry Inko... but I must finish this... but you have a chance to go. To live a happy life. I don't want you to end up in prison with me. I want you to live your life." Hisashi replied with a sad smile.
Inko began to tear up, her vision becoming blurry as she stood on her toes and gave Hisashi a deep, passionate kiss. After a few seconds, she pulled away before grabbing his hands and placing them on her stomach. "It's going to be hard without you." She chuckled sadly as she wiped her tears away.
"I know... and I'm so sorry for this honey." Hisashi replied as Inko rested her head against his chest. "I love you... Hisashi Midoryia." She whispered out to her husband. Hisashi sighed as he leaned down and kissed Inko on her head. " I love you too, Inko Midoryia." He whispered in response as they've broke away from their hug.
He held onto his wife's hand and walked outside through the back door, the night air hitting their bodies as they walked to the parked silver sedan that was parked near the road. Inside the back, multiple suitcases filled with clothes and other necessities for Inko.
She got in the drivers seat, buckling her seatbelt and turned the car on. She rolled down the windows, looking at her husband through tears. "There should be enough money in my offshore accounts to last you for the next couple of years." Hisashi spoke as he watched Inko put the car in drive.
"I love you Hisashi. And kick their ass." Inko said with a smile, giving him one last kiss before pulling away and driving down the street, turning left and disappeared from Hisashi's sight.
The man sighed as he walked back into the warehouse, heading towards a small wooden table and opened the silver briefcase. Slowly, he reached inside and took out the contents. It was a black gas mask which had the image of a skull carved on it. It wouldn't be the last time he would wear this mask. A mask that was a symbol of terror in the underworld.
He sighed, putting on the mask and clipped on the vacuum seal. He breathed in a long breathe as he heard the door break down, revealing dozens of swat teams, police officers and the man himself. He was a very large and muscular man wearing a white, red and blue suit. He had slick blonde hair with two long tufts sticking into the air. What was most notable about this man was that he was scowling and his face was filled with white hot rage.
"So. It has come to this." Hisashi turned around, looking at the man as he opened his arms tauntingly. "Are you ready to finish our little game, All Might?" Hisashi asked as he began to enlarge his arms, covering them with dense white energy.
"YOU WILL PAY FOR KILLING HER, ALL FOR ONE!" All Might screamed in rage as he dashed forward and tackled him through the wall, creating a large tremor as they began to fight for their lives.
Meanwhile on the highway, Inko Midoryia sighed as she felt the tremors that were gradually getting weaker. 'Please be okay Hisashi...' Inko Thought to herself as she drove into the night, ready to start her new life.
AN: should I continue this?
this will be AU. The only thing hear will be Inko as a villain. I've noticed that a lot of Fics tend to kill her off so I want to try and play with the idea of her learnings about Izuku becoming a villain being a former one herself.
Also, Should I have Tomura and Izuku brothers or stick to canon and have Tomura still be Izukus big brother but still related to Nana Shimira.
Also, Who should the Villain that Izuku should be based on? The most voted one wins! My ideas are:
Joker Izuku (based on Joaquin Phoenix and a dash of Heath Ledger)
Anarky (From the Rocksteady Batman Arkham Series)
Scarecrow (Batman)
Victor Von Doom (Marvel/Fantastic Four)
League of Assassins (Batman)
Riddler (Batman)
Magneto
Remember, Izuku won't become a villain in the span of like two chapters. It will show him slowly spiraled out of control.
Lastly, what's should the pairings be?
It's either
Izuku x Toga , Tomura x OC or Izuku x Uraraka (she will have to be OOC) , Tomura x Toga.
Please don't flame me and tell me if should continue this! Cheers!