The Hidden Sith: Izuku Midoriya

Ch 13: The stage is set.

"Speaking"

"Vocoder/All Might Speaking"

'Thinking'

"Thought Commutation"

Flashback/Force-Vision

Yeeeesssss it's been quite awhile, and many ideas have been flying throughout my mind. I just want to tell people a few things. If you want to Comment/review, I do not mind. If you have some constructive criticism, I do not mind. If you want to suggest future scenes I do not mind, I do only have about 25% certainty of how the story will go.

Second, I don't recall saying this before, but I like reaction Fics. If someone wanted to make a Characters react fanfic, and use one of my chapter(s), go right ahead, just leave a link for me to read.

Ranger McAleer: Get ready to see him let loose even more.

Warning: Mentions of Child Abuse, Rape, Pedophilia, Physical Abuse, Mental Abuse, Torture.

Bakugou looked into the eyes of a predator, one in the body of a 11-year-old boy. Izuku 'Deku' Midoriya stared with his living molten yellow eyes, into the Bakugou's own red eyes. He could recall how he arrived to the present.

Bakugou looked at the closed door. His ex-best friend, the one he called Deku had walked through. He was busy processing everything he just got fed and transitioned into his primary emotion, anger. As if he would believe all that. He rushed towards the door to give Deku a piece of his mind, and when he opened it Izuku was well out of sight.

Resigning himself to hunt down the green haired boy later, he went to enjoy what remained of his lunch time deciding to deal with Deku the next day. Later, he would come to regret this action.

Bakugou walked into a somber classroom looking around in confusion. Nobody was throwing things, showing off their stupid quirks, not even chatting. "The Fuck? Why is nobodyyyyy…" He took a good look around and almost immediately something stood out. Two students were missing. While it isn't uncommon for two to be absent the two that were never actually missed a day. And then he noticed it, while' Izuku's desk was empty, Ana's was not. A vase of red spider lilies was sitting on top of her desk.

A cold pit of dread filled his stomach almost instantly and he almost tuned out what his teacher was about to say. "Bakugou, last night, both Ms. Lee and Mr. Midoriya were attacked by an armed assailant, brandishing a combat knife. While Mr. Midoriya was physically unharmed, Ms. Lee unfortunately passed away. Mr. Midoriya, being both her boyfriend and taking her on a date, has asked for an extended excused absence, one that was granted by the District charter in the event of a significant others' death in Middle, High, and College schools. I do not know when he might return, but it seems unlikely to be this week or the next. Please take a seat, you were the last one that had yet to arrive." Bakugou tuned out most of his' teachers' statement, and wordlessly stood sat down at his seat.

'Deku, did you…? Was this really what you meant?' Bakugou was being bombarded with waves of guilt and hatred. For himself or Izuku, he did not know. He completely stopped paying attention and the day passed by so fast that he could not remember what was taught that day. He drugged himself home, electing to ignore his fellow students.

"Home old hag." His voice didn't have the bite it normally had as he greeted his mother. She began to berate him from her positions on the couch. "YOU DAMN BRAT, SHOW YOUR MOTHER SOME RESPECT, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" Katsuki did not answer her. Mitsuki had surprise written on her face. "Brat, what's the matter with you, you're never this quiet." Silence.

"Katsuki?" "One of my classmates just died." It took a moment before shock covered Mitsuki's face and she recoiled in shock. "W-Who?" Katsuki swallowed. "D-Izuku's girlfriend, she, she was killed last night." Mitsuki quickly got off the couch and grabbed her jacket.

"W-Where are you going old hag?" Mitsuki gave her son a pointed glare. "We're going to go see Izuku and give him emotional support. You both used to be best friends and you are going to fulfill that role." Katsuki was stunned, he didn't want to help Deku, especially when he was 90% sure the greenette was the one who killed Ana. He didn't voice his opinions.

Before long Katsuki found himself being dragged by his mother to the Midoriya Home, quite literally. Pretty soon his body came to a stop as his mother knock on the door. Inko opened the door. "Mitsuki! What are you doing here?" The older blond gave a sigh. "My brat told me what happened to Ana, he's here to provide emotional support to his friend." Shock filled Inko's face. She clearly wasn't expecting that.

"Uh, of course, come on in Mitsuki, Katsuki." She moved back to let the mother and son into the abode. "Mitsuki, before we catch up, I would like to speak Katsuki for a moment, excuse us." Mitsuki nodded and went to sit on Inko's couch, while the green haired woman motioned Katsuki to follow her to the kitchen.

When the door closed, Inko dropped her friendly persona. "I know what you've been doing to Izuku all this time." Katsuki jumped a little. How? He told Deku not to tell anyone. Inko merely gave an exasperated sigh, seemingly reading Katsuki's mind. "He may not tell me what's going on, but I do have a law degree and being a lawyer means I need to be observant." Katsuki took a fearful gulp. Inko's voice carried undertones that promised pain. Was the ability to strike fear without needing visible anger genetic? "If you noticed, why didn't you do anything?" "It's because I didn't want to shatter my child's last trust in me. I never supported him before, but now I will, and if he wants to come to me with problems that is his choice, not mine. I cannot force it. If you do anything that upsets Izuku while in my home, I will toss you out on your ass faster than you can blink. He's going through a tough time and he doesn't need you to make it worse."

Katsuki cracked the door open hoping not to anger Izuku. He promptly wished he didn't even come. As he peeked, he immediately noticed Izuku, kind of hard not too when he's floating in the air, back to the door. A black-haired man was walking around, his outline semitransparent. They seemed to be conversing in a language he could not recognize. And then the man looked at the door, smiled, and waved. Izuku gave no response to this action so his eye's must've been closed.

Katsuki recognized the man from the TV, Darth Alcor, he fought against Endeavor and won without difficulty. He didn't know if he would even survive an encounter, but he was not hesitant to shut the door and run. And a thought came to mind, Alcor's actions were mocking. He was essentially saying to Katsuki, 'Look upon my work, I twisted a being of pureness and made him a monster.' He wanted to run away from all of this as fast as possible.

"Katsuki?" Mitsuki looked concerned. "I-I don't think De-Izuku wants to t-talk to me right now. C-Could we g-go?" Mitsuki wasn't sure what emotion was crossing Katsuki's face but shrugged her shoulders. "Sorry we couldn't stay, Inko, but I guess my brat was too scared." Katsuki twitched, he wanted to dispute that, but he couldn't. He was too scared. He was facing two monsters and didn't have a prayer.

Katsuki tried to melt Izuku with his glaring. It wasn't working but one could hope. The Sith was giving a passionate speech at Ana's funeral, acting like he didn't kill her. But Katsuki knew. What he also knew is that he wouldn't survive against two enemies so waiting until they are separate should work out. Once the ceremony was complete, he tried to confront Izuku but couldn't get him to turn around. He just stared at the little grave marker where Ana's ashes were buried. Her parents wanted a full burial but couldn't afford the high costs, so they compromised and buried her ashes in a much smaller grave. Really it was Samantha's idea.

It wasn't long before Katsuki gave up and left, silently vowing to watch the greenette like a hawk and wait until he was alone. And until Saturday, he would watch Izuku whenever he would have a free moment, leading until that morning. He saw the eccentric pink haired girl approach Izuku and followed them, unsure of what exactly transpired. It wasn't long before they came across a shell, and Katsuki gaped in shock from behind the tree line. It was huge, at least three stories tall. How did nobody notice it especially when the tree line is barely three stories high itself?

He witnessed as Alcor gave an assessment of the pink haired girl and then watched both disappear into ground, and when he was about to slink away Izuku shot his arm out at Katsuki, who went flying into the open hand.

"You know it's rude to eavesdrop, Kaachan." And Izuku's amber eyes bore into Katsuki.

"I-zu-ku…" The smaller of the two gave a smirk. "Please, when I'm like this, call me Darth Ferno, or just Ferno." Katsuki didn't wait before hitting Ferno with an explosion powered right hook. He didn't even flinch leaving a nasty burn mark. Izuku smirked, before the burn started to heal, leaving Katsuki gapping. "H-how?" "Hmm? Oh that, well, I'm simply using the force, to, ehem, force cellular division and bodily repair. It doesn't work on others as it just tears apart their bodies, and it can't heal major injuries like shattered bones or missing organs, and the like, but it works."

"Now before I decide how to go about this, I think we should go somewhere a bit more private." With that Iz-Ferno tapped Katsuki on the forehead and the world around them blurred.

Katsuki Mindscape

An Katsuki hit the ground with an oof. He quickly pushed himself up. They were in a classroom, more specifically in their classroom. "Hmm, I didn't expect your mindscape to be as developed as this. It's pretty impressive once you step back and take a look. So, take a step back." And like some spell came upon him, he walked backward until he hit a wall. Ferno waved his hand, and every desk flew towards the door blocking it off, except for one.

Ferno left the desk representing Ana's, sat where it normally would, a red spider lily sat. Katsuki would have question it but did not have time as he was lifted then slammed back into the ground. "Now, how do I play with you?" Fear flicked across the blond's eyes. "P-Play?" Ferno nodded.

"Yes, as much as I would have loved killing you, your great quirk would surely prompt an investigation into your unexpected death. Unfortunately, I don't have some kind of patsy to use, otherwise it would be a done deal." Katsuki didn't know whether to feel fear at the promise, or relief at his survival for today. And then the classroom darkened.

"Why are you such a failure?" Mitsuki appeared, back turned to him. "Old Hag?!" Katsuki took two steps forward before she turned around. Her eyes were missing, and blood was falling, almost like she was crying. He heard a voice behind him.

"You disappoint me Katsuki." "Old man?" The 11-year-old turned around, his father's figure greeting him in the same state as his mother. "I should have had you aborted." His mother's voice.

"You're nothing, insignificant." Katsuki began to shake, in fear or anger he wasn't sure. "It's not real, it's not real, it's not real, it's not real." His mother's voice cut through again. "You were a mistake."

"You were unloved." "You do not matter." "You could die, and I wouldn't bat an eye lash." Katsuki was crying at this point, denying the vision to be real. And it suddenly stopped, and they disappeared. "You're not a hero, and you never will be." All Might suddenly appeared but wasn't in the same condition as his parents. His entire left half was missing, and the right glared down at the small boy with his piercing blue right eye.

"You're only a villain. Only capable of leaving destruction in your wake." "Please, All Might stop!" All Might did not stop. "You think you have a right, but you don't. Villains don't have rights." Katsuki was shaking in fear, still crying, and desperately clinging unto the hope it was all fake. "DETROIT SMAAAAAAASSSSSSHHHHHHH!"

When the fist hit his face, he went sprawling onto the ground, groaning in pain. When he opened his eyes, it was sunny. "GET UP DEKU!" Eyes widened in shock as he sat up and looked. It was him, a younger him, 6 if he had to guess. And there was this twisted face. "DO YOU HONESTLY THINK YOU MATTER YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING DEKU?!" There was a puddle under Katsuki, as he looked down, and saw Izuku's young face staring back at him.

He remembered this day, he was in a bad mood and De-no Ferno was nearby to help 'alleviate' some of that stress. "K-k-kaa-c-c-cha-a-ann-n." The word came out before he could stop himself. The younger him's face seemed to twist even more demonic. "What did you just call me?" He shook in fear, unable to move as his younger self began to relentlessly beat him up. First, simple punches, devolved into more ferocious attacks with kicks, then only kicking, before the younger him began to use explosions. "Please stop…" The request came more as a simple whimper, and the world melted away throwing him back into darkness.

Suddenly he was on the school playground, and felt his uniform get grabbed by one of the other students. "I hear, you think you're some kind of hero. Let's fix that." Another child came up, before darkening their hands. The punches hurt, more and more, leaving bruises and possible even fracturing a bone.

He turned his head to the present teachers. Most looked away, pretending not to see anything, while a few even laughed at his misfortune. He was left on the ground, as the teachers gave out stickers to the students for best behavior. It darkened once more and stayed darkened. But this time, it was him, a four-year-old him.

The younger of the two looked at the older in contemplation, before the child's face twisted in a sneer. "I can't believe I grow up to be so weak. So pathetic. It's almost like I'm Deku." Katsuki took a hesitant step forward. "What are you looking at, Failure? Or should I call you Mr. Number 2? After all you'll never be first place."

Katsuki could only shake in anguish as he dropped to his knees. And he was back in the class room. "Hmm, you almost broke after the first time. What a pity I was hoping you would last at least three rounds. But don't worry, if you break, I'll simply piece you back together again."

"No please, Izuku, don't." "Round Two." And the world warped. He was Deku again kneeling in front of a 7-year-old Katsuki. The beating hurt even more than last time, likely due to the stronger explosions. And then the world transformed, with All Might appearing, this time missing his right arm and left leg. The words hurt more, and were louder, more forceful. "CAROLINA SMMMMMAAAAASSSSSHHHHH!"

Now his parents appeared, same state as before, his mother speaking first. "I should have drowned you." Masaru threw a bottle at Katsuki's head. "Useless piece of shit." "Or maybe strangling you in your crib would have been better." The words hurt more and more.

Before long he went through another Deku possession, this time being burned by a girl who could light her hands on fire. More teacher looked and laughed, and when the students were done, instead of stickers, they were given money and High fives. And finally, he came face to face with his four-year-old self. "What a waste. Anybody would have been better. Maybe it's better if you erase yourself now then take more resources that are meant for everybody else." And his mind shattered.

The classroom appeared pieces torn out of the walls and corners and Darth Ferno frowned. "Broken already? Well, I can fix that." He tapped the whimpering ball that was Katsuki, as his mind repaired. The classroom fixed itself leaving cracks behind that could shatter at a shingle tap. "Round Three."

"NO! I'll do anything!" Ferno smirked. "Sorry, but that offer's not on the table." And Katsuki was thrown into a world again. He faced his four-year-old self and was berated, insulted, and suicide baited, the words becoming more and more twisted. Then it shifted to Deku looking up at a nine-year-old Katsuki, and more pain soon followed. And then the school yard, and the students were awarded with cheering and honor rolls. He faced his parents who insulted, and told him to die, as they physically slapped him. And finally, he faced an All Might that had no lower body. He gave no chit chat, and attacked with a Double St. Luis Smash.

A tap hit his head, and his mind repaired, more cracks left behind. "Round Four." He was too slow to raise an objection. This time All Might greeted him first, and all that there was of him, was a pair of floating blue eyes, that just stared. No words and no attacks, before it shifted again. A four-year-old Katsuki just silently began to wail on the 11-year-old. Then it was a ten-year-old him, who began to leave burns all over his body at once. Now it was his parents, who were silent as they began to physically abuse the young blond. And finally, he was met with fellow peers who were as silent as the others, beating him, until he felt all his bones break.

Warning: Mentions/Scenes of Rape and Pedophilia

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Darth Ferno dumped Katsuki's limp body by the edge of the forest, making sure nobody saw him before returning to the ship frame. He looked toward the expectant face of Darth Alcor, his Sith master. "Lord Ferno, I trust you took care of your business?" A nod.

"Yes, Katsuki Bakugou will no longer be bothering us." An amused smile stretched across the older man's face. "What did you leave behind." Darth Ferno raised a brow. "I'm waiting."

"Alright, well I've had my fun of torturing Katsuki as you probably imagined. But him being mentally broken would not work. So, I repaired his mind and suppressed his memories of anything in regard to the Sith, save your little fight with Endeavor. After all I haven't learned how to remove them quite yet." Alcor narrowed his eyes. "What are you not telling me?"

Ferno smirked, as if telling a slightly funny joke. "I left one memory. The memory of fear and fearing me. It's like an imprint. The moment he encounters me or thinks of me he will always fear me, never knowing the answer as to why." Alcor began to laugh. "Ohh, that's brilliant."

"It works even better. Because he has his pride, he won't ever go to an adult for help, believing himself the strongest. And because I essentially hold the metaphorical key, I can unlock and relock those memories at any time."

"I don't care about the more minor details but good job. *BOOOM* Oh you have got to be kidding me, she's already blown something up? Sigh, I just hope it isn't nuclear." Alcor dissolved into fog returning into the underground bunker. Darth Ferno looked in the direction he left Katsuki. "Sorry Kaachan, but I've already made my choices."

Four months later, Nighttime.

A sudden force wave washed over Darth Ferno as he meditated. "What was that?!" Alcor materialized. "If I had to guess, my other Holocron's apprentice." A dark look filled Darth Ferno's eyes. "I swear, that I will prove I'm superior when I meet them, on my name as future emperor." Alcor smiled. 'Perfect, the board has been made.'

Back on Coruscant, Alcor stared at the two unmoving Sith Lords. He was bored, and in a moment of desperation began to meditate himself. What he felt was like a beacon far away. Pure and untainted, by both the light and the dark. And it was Powerful. Yet the other two could not sense it, curious. Alcor delved back in and got his answer. "Four months." The force whispered into his ear. In four months, the Jedi's chosen one would be born. The Banite Sith day's are numbers. Guess exerting control over the entire force wasn't a smart move after all. 'The pieces are set.' At that moment, fragments of Alcor all over the galaxy all though ins synchronous. 'GAME ON!'

END PHASE 1

Yikes, that got dark fast. Guess I earned my Mature rating. Thing is I promised a reader I would do a scene that would make Palpatine proud, and I think I accomplished that. Pretty damn dark though.