Arc 1 Chapter 3

It wasn't long before Sidonis and the others finished eating. He had helped clean up and had even done the dishes, much to Inko's chagrin, before they all sat down within the living room. Inko and Izuku occupied the couch where Sidonis had slept on while Sidonis sat to their left. One of his legs slightly stretched out while the other was raised, knee to his chest as he rested both his hand and his head on it. He needed to tell them the truth. He would not abuse their kindness, nor allow them to waste it upon someone who didn't deserve it. Inko and Izuku had been well aware that he wanted to say something, so they waited to let him speak. It wasn't long before he did.

"So… Um… well before I go about telling you about how my ability, or rather in this case abilities work I'd like to set a few things straight. I hope you no don't mind Izuku, this is… I suppose it wouldn't be wrong to say that it's really important that I get this out there to you two."

"I don't mind waiting! Please, take your time! I am curious to know, however, what exactly is so important to you. You sound like you don't even want to talk about it… you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

Inko was ready to follow up, "Please dear, don't force yourself. Whatever it is that you want to tell us please do so at your own pace."

Their words only made Sidonis want to tell them even more, he just wasn't sure where to start. He began, "Well, for starters we've established that I have no knowledge of the world. To clarify, I don't have knowledge of the world because I am not from this world. I come from a world by the name of Remnant." Sid paused, noting Izuku had wanted to say something before raising his hand to silence him. "Please, I ask that you allow me to say my part without interruptions. It'll make this easier for me to get this out of the way, and then you can do or ask whatever you wish. Is that fair? That goes for you as well, Inko" They nodded, so he began anew.

(A/N: Warning! Very VERY expository.)

"Let's see… ah, right! I had said that I was from Remnant. No clue how far it is right now, and quite frankly I don't care." His tone turned dark. "As it stands right now, I would be perfectly happy to never return there again." Both Midoriyas had stiffened at his tone but otherwise stayed silent. "I was born within a place that many called, Atlas. A beautiful city, and very technological in its roots. Very cold, but it was manageable. The area and the creations of Atlas were beautiful. It's people, on the other hand, were not. You see, I'm not entirely human. I'm half of that, but also have of another race in Remnant caused Faunus. You can think of Faunus as humans but with a variety of animalistic traits. Some have great night vision, some have ears of a dog or maybe a cat, some have gills or even fins! Me, well I have these." He opened his mouth and pointed at his transformed teeth, poking one of them with his fingers slightly to draw blood to emphasize how sharp they were. He showed them the drop of blood that started accumulating on his finger before he stuck it in his mouth, licking off the blood as the wound had already healed. "I'm half Faunus, a shark Faunus to be exact. Though instead of scales, fins, or gills I got the ability to switch between the teeth of a human and a shark. Got a mean bite too, plus I even have some electromagnetic sense if you will. Add on a good sense of smell and you have me! The only real bad part is that I kind of go into a frenzied state upon smelling or seeing blood. It takes a bit for me to go over the edge, but if I ingest it the effect is almost instantaneous. If anything, I would equate this to what you all would consider a quirk in this world." He hummed, taking a moment to breathe before he began again.

"My mother and father were… influential to say the least. Both were doctors, experts in their field. My father was a Faunus, a shark Faunus, and my mother a human. You might think, oh it's love! Nothing wrong with that! Wrong. There was love, no doubt about it, but their respective families always hated the other side that wasn't of their own race. My mother and father were all I ever knew, never knew any uncles, cousins, or even grandparents as not a single one gave a damn about me. They condemned me, saying I should have never been born. I was an abomination, nothing like me should have existed. I was not pure. Did I care? Yes, absolutely. My parents were devastated too, their families having turned their backs on them like that… it… it hurt." His fists clenched as he took a heavy breath, calming himself down enough to continue. "It especially hurt my father, as our family was frankly all that was ever on his mind. He would make as much time for me and my mother as possible, but it wasn't much. We understood how busy my father was though, his race did not do him any favors. See, in my world the Faunus back then were treated as slaves, the humans believing themselves to be vastly superior. The Faunus didn't take that sitting down though, as there was a rights-revolution that lasted for 3 years. They got some rights, sure, but there's still plenty of racist assholes who'll go about doing as they please." He grits his teeth, his voice seething in anger.

"My father was not spared. Constantly scrutinized and belittled by his supervisors and those of higher rank despite the fact that he was the only Faunus in the area who could remotely perform a surgery. It… It whittled away at him. Frankly, if it wasn't for myself or my mother I think he would have broken a long time ago." He paused, not wanting to relive some of his worst memories but he was too far off the deep end to back out now. "It's a shame he was broken anyways. It was merely prolonged. Sent home jobless and branded as a lunatic, he… he took that to heart. My mother and I had known that his sanity had been dwindling, but we had never expected him to take it as far as he did. He came home bloody and beaten, but the blood was not his. Don't know if he thought I wouldn't be able to tell or what… Hell, I didn't even get the chance to greet him! He ignored me and went straight to the kitchen where my mother was… a bloodied scalpel in his right hand. I had intercepted him before he entered the kitchen, and… and… he stabbed me. I tried to block it, but the scalpel went cleanly right through my hand. He wasn't a weak person either, as he shoved me back before attempting to pounce on my mother to stab her. I… all I could see was red." He took a shuddering breath, tears of anger and sadness threatening to spill from his eyes. "Between the blood that spilled and the blood that my father had spilled prior, I… I saw red... I went into a frenzy and I lunged at him and bit him right on his neck!" He sobbed, the events playing within his mind as if he was experiencing it all over again. Tears spilled freely from his eyes, the face of his dead father having been burned within his mind

"He died instantly, as I broke his neck with my bite... I wanted to keep going, to ensure that he was dead so as he wouldn't hurt my mother… and yet I ended up hurting her myself. Her screams woke me from my frenzy, my mind once again cleared I had realized exactly what I did. Never had I felt so… so… dirty? Filthy? Saddened, ashamed, distraught, I was a literal pile of negative emotions as I had broken down right there and then. I wanted, no I needed my mother to console me… but she had stayed back. She was afraid. No, not just that she was terrified! Terrified of her own son! Not like I could blame her either, I was frankly terrified of myself at that time but it was heartbreaking… I reached out for her and she shrieked and began tossing anything she could find at me." He took a deep breath, his voice sounded dead and his body stood still as he carried on with his story.

" "Get away," she yelled. "Please don't hurt me," she cried. I-I couldn't move, I was frozen in shock. It wasn't until she had chucked the vase my father had gotten her for an anniversary gift at me that I made to move." His fingers traced the scars along his cheek, "Somehow, this is the only damage I had received... I deserved so much more. I couldn't take it anymore, so I ran. I ran as far as I could have from what I used to call home, away from those that I had called family. My father's bosses decided to use this to vindicate their previous actions, and painted me a terrorist to be hunted down and killed on sight." He chuckled darkly, "My mother even publicly condemned me, calling me a monster. I almost wish that they did manage to kill me. Yet no one they had ever sent could do the job though, they all failed. I didn't kill them though, no instead I hunted and destroyed the ones who killed my father!" He said that last bit with a yell, before composing himself.

"Let me clarify on that… I say that in the sense that I killed what my father had become, as back then and even to this day I believe that the same people who had broken my father had killed the man that day. I still hold myself responsible, of course, as for all I know my father could have been healed. It was my own inability to hold myself back that caused the demise of my father." He then laughed, as if mocking someone.

"I still find the situation after his death funny. See, those same people who broke him held some decent positions of power. They weren't councilmen, no, but they had influence. Many died by my hands, the others I let live now sit within jail cell permanently for the other crimes they've committed. The public adored them only to find out that one was a sex-trafficker and another was a mafia boss who was behind the disappearances and executions of many citizens of Atlas… The list goes on! My vengeance was complete, and post that point I simply wandered. Oh, did I forget to mention that my universe contains monsters of darkness that kill people on a day to day basis?" The shocked look on the Midoriyas faces had said enough, though he couldn't tell if that was from earlier or just now… " They're called Grimm, also attracted to negativity, which at that point in time I was basically a beacon for them! I couldn't stay in one spot, for I did not wish to stain my hands with any more innocent blood… and yet sometimes it wasn't enough. I've long accepted that I can't save everybody, but my failures still weigh heavily on my heart. 8 years I spent surviving, alone and fighting nearly every day of my life. You would think that Atlas would be content with letting me die via the Grimm but they still sent people after me. Most of them just as corrupt as those I had dealt with, just as evil. I just wanted to be alone, to die in peace or maybe die in combat with an elder Grimm… but those damned idiots were enthralled with the prospect of bringing in a long-standing terrorist! You would think that my never returning to Atlas would warrant them focusing on other things but no! Then again, it was likely because I took down the criminals that their laws and police force could not. See, outside the walls of the city, there are smaller settlements. The Grimm aren't the only danger that those settlements face, as bandits were a normal occurrence too. Those bandits didn't care who they killed and stole from, their greed was just as bad if not worse! Those I dealt with I gave an ultimatum. Go into the nearest city and turn themselves in, or die. You can imagine how well that went for me…" He sighed, his hands now on his face.

"I… It's so hard to keep going. To want to live. You don't understand just how crushing this weight on my shoulders is! These sins, the lives that I have taken… I just… I just wish things could have gone differently. I never wanted to kill, but my will to live outshone my morality. That stopped about a year ago. I didn't want any more blood on my hands, I opted to use my abilities and either instill the fear of god into them or restrain them using my metal forging. I had enough, I didn't want to be a monster anymore. Not that anyone cared about what I thought though, for I was still being hunted like an animal. I can't even remember much of this last year aside from a few days ago. I suppose I went on autopilot or something… it's just a blur. Then, maybe a day or two or however long it was ago, I was taken out of that universe and stuck somewhere else. Spent some time there, and then ended up here. From there, well you know the rest." He rested his hands on his lap, awaiting either of the Midoriyas to make a response.

Neither of them said anything, far too shocked at the massive revelation that they were subjected to. Inko was especially distraught, as she was right to fear the boy(?) in front of her. He kept looking down at his hands, and he… he looked so tired. She couldn't ignore the fact he said he killed people and many of them… but the suffering that he went through. Izuku had the same ideas swirling in his head, but there was a question that he really wanted to know an answer to before he took any other actions.

"Sidonis."

Sid flinched, immediately looking up at Izuku. He had not expected the tone of voice that Izuku had used, sharp and inquisitive. "Yes?"

"Why are you telling us all of this?"

Sidonis was confused, he was asking why he just spilled his guts out to them? He wasn't asking him to leave nor yelling at him… but asking why? All he could manage to say was, "W-What?"

"Why tell us all of that? Your past? I don't understand. This… this kind of information is incredibly incriminating and the fact that you spoke about it so vividly and emotionally leads me to believe you. Your crimes are high and you shoulder a lot of burdens… but surely you must know that this kind of thing would cause just about everyone to want to turn you into the police. Why tell us?"

"I…" It was embarrassing, to say the least. Sidonis looked down in thought for a moment before looking Izuku in the eyes. "I have a variety of reasons… but the most important reason for me is that I felt you both deserved to know. I..."

"That doesn't really tell us much…" Izuku had said awkwardly.

"I… I've had very little positive interactions with people, as you could probably guess from my story. Way back when, I cherished the bonds that I had with those I loved. Believe it or not, I was actually a very affectionate person." He laughed a bit at that, reminiscent of his past self. "You two have been nothing but kind to me and… well… it would have been unfair for me to take advantage of that. I could never do that to you, especially since you two are the only ones who've shown me any ACTUAL kindness. You could have left me outside, or called the paramedics or police to haul me away and yet here I still am! You offered the shelter of your home to a complete and utter stranger! I know you and your mother are only being courteous as I had saved your life but that does not matter to me! You both don't have any idea how absolutely fantastic you've made me feel! I haven't felt this… this warmth for years! But, considering my past and your mother's earlier reaction of fear… you both needed to know. I had to tell you both, I didn't want you to waste your kindness and generosity on a monster like me…"

"Sidonis…" Izuku spoke softly, no other words coming to mind.

"I've been done wrong by so many, but I still hold to heart my mother's teachings. I miss her so much, and you've made this time for me feel like I've got a home again! Somewhere to feel safe! Somewhere to feel comfortable! Somewhere to feel warm! Somewhere to feel loved!" Tears began spilling from his eyes, as he continued. "It's selfish of me to even think that, and considering what you've done for me… and I barely even know you! To you, it might be a simple courtesy to a stranger but to me, it's all that and more! I…" He looked down again, forcing himself to calm down and stop crying. "I'm sorry, I've been projecting my wants to you both. You don't need someone like me within your lives. I… I should go. I-"

"Sidonis." Inko had spoken, her tone flat and assertive.

"Y-Yes, mam?" Sidonis said shakily, as she stood up from her seat and took a few small steps towards him.

"Stand up."

"Y-Yes!" He did as instructed, mothers were scary sometimes.

"Come here." She motioned for him to come closer.

"Um… ok?" He kept his eyes down, not really wanting to look her in the face. He got close, but not to close.

"Look at me."

"Ok." He did just that, and he saw her with a small frown on her face. Tears were already rolling down her face, but her eyes held a seriousness that he hadn't expected. He could not look away. Inko could not see any lies, deceit, or evil intent within Sid's eyes. All she saw was a child who was lost and alone, his fears clearly evident in his eyes.

"Kneel."

"Yes, mam." He did so without hesitation. He was now looking up at her as his eyes now laid about level with her chest.

She stepped closer to him and did so at a painfully slow pace. She was within the perfect distance to strike him, and he fully expected her to do so. He stiffened when he felt her hands on his shoulders, and before he could say anything he felt himself get pulled towards her. One of her arms wrapped around his neck and she held her other hand on the back of his head. More tears spilled from her eyes as she had begun rubbing the back of his head in a soothing fashion.

"You… you poor child. No one should ever have to suffer through what you have… I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you had to go through that and I'm sorry for how I've treated you."

"Wh-what?! Wh-what are you doing?" He was surprised, but… it felt so good. She felt so warm, but he almost reflexively hugged her back but stopped himself. If he did, he wasn't sure he'd be able to let go.

She laughed, before saying, "Didn't you say that I could do whatever I wish once you were done? I'm giving you a hug silly."

"Wh-Why? I don- I… "

"Sidonis." She pushed him back slightly, so they could look at each other face to face. "Now, you let me talk yes?" He nodded as she put a hand to one of his cheeks, wiping away his tears and then cupping one of them. "Izuku beat me to the very same question I had wanted to ask you know. I too was curious as to why you had wanted to tell us such a dark and horrible past. I'm sure you saw how afraid I was when I had first encountered you, and I'm sorry for that. I should have never treated you as such, especially since you had saved my baby's life. You did so at the risk of losing your own, you were fully prepared to accept the death that you've been seeking for doing something good. I can't condone that mindset dear. What you don't know is how much Izuku means to me. Him and his classmate, Katsuki Bakugo, had narrowly survived an encounter with a sludge villain just yesterday… my son's smart but…" she trailed off, Izuku cutting in at this moment.

"I'm quirkless." Sidonis turned to look at Izuku, "Whether or not I would of had a quirk I still would have tried to help you Sidonis. That's what a hero does, but in this case, you ended up playing the hero for me. Thank you," he bowed as he said those last words.

Inko turned his head back to her with the hand still on his cheek. "See? You don't even realize what you've done for us, and that's not including you having given me brand new cookware!" She chuckled, before her demeanor turned serious. "You've done many bad things, but it is clear as day to me that you want to atone for the actions you've committed. I'm afraid I can't do all too much to help you decide on what to do… whether you turn yourself in to the police or even decide to wander around here… I…" A single tear spilled down her right eye. "You… you've put so much trust into us giving us your past, fully expecting us to kick you out upon the end or even in the middle of you speaking… no one should have to live like that. You surely deserve better." She pulled him back in for another hug and held him for a few seconds before speaking again. "I won't ask you to stay…" Sid's eyes widened, already anticipating what she was about to say but not fully believing it either. "But, If you do, I can promise that you will be safe within this household. I will do my best to make sure that you feel safe, loved, and… if you'd like you could even call this home!"

Sidonis couldn't believe his ears. Even after hearing about his past and his misdeeds, they were still being so nice to him! She just also offered him a home! He didn't care if he would have to sleep on the couch or even the floor! She. Gave. Him. A. HOME! He began shaking, tears spilling from his eyes at a rapid pace. He looked over at Izuku, and saw him smile and nod with tears spilling out of his eyes. He reached a hand over to Izuku unconsciously, and Izuku sat up and walked over before hugging Sidonis as well. Sid's arm was still in the air as it slowly began to slink around Izuku's back, the other doing the same for Inko's. He buried his face into their shoulders, shaking and sobbing out a repeated "Thank you," over and over again. This was it, this was the start of his journey, and he was at the best place to start from.

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