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*Flashback*

"I'm sorry Mrs. Midoriya, your son is quirkless. Here are some pamphlets for support groups and counseling. I have other patients waiting please excuse me."

"Mom….do you think I can still be a hero?"

"I'm sorry honey, I am so sorry."

"Stay away from him Kaachan."

"Stupid Deku, just burn."

"Please give it back, Please Kaachan" He just struggled as best he could as the cronies were holding him. As Bakugo simply chuckled and tossed Hero Notebook #13 out the window with a blast from his palm. As Midoriya watched his notebook burning fluttering down past the window. "You want a quirk Deku…Take a swan dive off the roof and wish for one in the next life."

"A-a-a-ll Might do you think I could be a hero even without a quirk."

"No young Midoriya I do not"

"Take a Swan dive off the roof and wish for one in the next Life."

"Take a swan dive off the roof and wish for one in the next life."

The next life…. the next life…

*Flash Back*

Something broke in him at that moment. Something that would have been a long time coming if he were honest with himself. His mother had tried to sign him up for support groups, telling him to put his dream aside and start looking for one he could obtain. She had left to visit his father 2 weeks ago. "Trying to save their marriage is how she put it. He was 16 he could manage. There was a bank account for him to draw from; the apartment and bills were paid for. He knew she wasn't going to come back. Her closet was rather empty.

His father (if you could call him that) just disappeared after his 6th birthday Izuku never heard from him again. He had sent him a birthday card but it just came back to return to sender.

He had no friends, no one cared about him. The only people who would care were the ones that would have to clean up his remains. His "parents" would probably just sigh and then happily sell the apartment and his stuff and move on. No one cared…. the teachers didn't care…. the counselors didn't care. The only person that had shown anything was a girl with spikey black hair one time when he was 7. She had come over to him after a particularly savage beating from Bakugo and his cronies and had helped to bandage him up. He never even got her name. He would dream about her sometimes, that she was his friend but that is all Izuku had were dreams. He stood on that rooftop for a few more minutes just gazing up at the sky, the sun was retreating bathing the sky in brilliant purple and oranges before it started fading into black. The lights on the street began to light up like constellations in the sky. If he could see them over the light pollution and the clouds. He wished he could see them one more time, but he knew he wouldn't.

He fished his burned notebook out of his bag and scrawled a note.

Mom. Dad. Bye. Add his name and address and phone number so they can be notified more easily. He silently chuckled to himself. "Not they would even care".

He climbed up to the top of the fence and lowered himself down his feet resting on the edge. Tears beginning to flow.

Just one person, why couldn't just one person reach out to me? I asked for help, I begged for help, I prayed for help. Why couldn't my parents just love me, why couldn't they just say for once that they believed in me? No one is born equal, it's all a fucking crap shoot. I wish I could have done something. I wish….I wish….I wish I had at least gotten her name. Fuck my parents, fuck the schools, fuck the system, and FUCK you Kaachan. I hope I see you in my next life and then you will know what it is like.

He turned facing the fence and slowly spread his arms and just let it all go. He felt gravity take control, as he felt the wind, he was watching the sky for a moment and saw the clouds break open and he could see the stars. "Thank you" He whispered. Before closing his eyes, the sound of the wind was all he could hear. Then there was pain intense sudden pain for the briefest of seconds then darkness sweet darkness. Then there was light, light everywhere, it was white it was blinding, it was the purest of white one could even possibly fathom.

"You are an interesting one" a sudden hollow voice rang out.

"Huh…" he managed and suddenly he could feel his hand his feet and then everything. His skin was heating up slowly, starting to notice the heat, he tried to open his eyes but couldn't; the heat was building, and he knew it. "Where am I? Is this hell?" He had heard about hell in movies as he was never a religious boy, even when he was sobbing on his hands and knees for a quirk.

A small chuckle erupted around him from the voice. He couldn't tell where it was coming from or even if it was male or female.

"Where am I? Who are you?" he managed as he gritted his teeth. The heat was increasing, the pain was increasing, and his nose was beginning to be filled with the smell of burning hair. He fell to his knees as he could feel his skin beginning to burn, slowly, painfully. His mind was flooded with images of his life, all of it, he saw her again. He screamed as his nervous system began to burn, as his blood was boiling, his eyes exploding against his eyelids, and his organs melting. He screamed and screamed. Then it all stopped. Suddenly no pain no heat nothing. He felt nothing around him. He could feel his extremities but there were light weightless. He could feel himself almost floating in a bathtub, he opened his eyes to see himself looking down on the earth, seeing lights all over the planet, blinking on, some pulsing, some flickering, and some going out. "What are those…. are those souls?"

The laughter returned this time, but it felt like it was right next to him. He turned and saw…. something. It was like his mind could comprehend what he was looking at. "Are you a God?" he managed only greeted with more laughter and he felt the heat coming from the direction of the earth. On the far side of the planet, he saw it, fire. It spread quickly encompassing the whole of the planet. He saw some of the lights pulse brightly, to form one light before they all disappeared and there was no light, only the fire. Out of the fire rose a bird of flame, a PHOENIX. It let loose a great cry before rising from the planet and taking the flames with it. As it flew into the darkness of space. Izuku looked down at the broken husk of a planet feeling sadness from deep within before he knew it the tears fell. He saw a single tear fall and strike the planet then he saw it a light appeared. A pulsing light then another and then more. "Come on…. Come on you can do it" He thought. Then he saw it again, the bird coming from the stars, the planet burns, and life begins again, only to be burned out, repeatedly, 20 times in total. Then he saw the lights again some were burning brighter than any had seen. Then he saw a light spark, burn the flicker, and begin to fade. He focused and the light and saw himself. He saw himself jump and light burned out. He reached for the light, but he struggled to reach it wanting to keep the light from going out. "NO…. NOO... don't go out. "

"Why?" the voice asked.

"I don't know. I don't know" He sobbed. He didn't know why suddenly, he wanted to live, maybe it was looking down and watching his planet get destroyed 20 times, or watching the sparks stop being snuffed out in the great fire only to start again and thrive to yet again be snuffed out. He could see it coming again, the Phoenix was coming. He thought of the girl. He thought of her. "I don't want her to die. I don't even know her name, but she was the only one that ever seemed to care I want her to have a chance."

"You would attempt to stop the Phoenix? You would attempt to stop me?"

Izuku whirled around. There before him was the bird of Flames. "Yes," he said.

"You can't" It rushed through him, and he felt himself burn again as it began to touch down upon the world.

"No why, why do you do this 20 times you have done this way."

"It has to be done it needs to be purged. Maybe they will get it right... in the next life."

"No please stop, not now, please. What is it you are trying to accomplish?"

"Evolution, advancement, they have come close, but they always falter, they stagnate. Hundreds of years they have been given after the arrival of the gift. They have squandered it, wasted it. Now it must be purged. From its ashes, it will begin again. Maybe they will get it right this time."

"They just need someone to show them the way, someone to bring about change, give them a chance. They just need a chance." He pleaded.

"And who will show them, who will lead them, who will rise."

"I will just spare them… please."

"How you don't have any gifts remember, you don't have any dreams anymore remember," It said in an almost mocking tone.

"I.I. I don't know but I will find a way. Give me a chance, give us a chance."

"Perfect" it cooed.

"Huh"

Suddenly there was fire again and there was pain. Then it slowly subsided and he felt like he was laying down; the floor was hard, but his head was resting on the most sublime surface ever. His eyes fluttered open and looking down at him the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The most vibrant and brilliant head of red hair and green eyes, perfect pale skin. And he had his head in her lap. He was surprised in many ways. He didn't stutter, he didn't freak out.

"Who are you?"

"Hello Izuku," as she gently tucked some of her hair behind her ear. "My name is Jean Grey".