Hello, this is the new author. Writing his first chapter for this fanfic.
Honestly. I was scared writing. I didn't want to mess up.
The fear of messing up was like that scene from The Bean Movie. When Mr. Bean ruined a masterpiece that was finished in 1871.
Op Taipan was James Abbott McNeill, and I'm Mr. Bean.
X-Hal, I hope I'm not Mr. Bean or worse M. Night, and what he did to the Last Airbender Movie.
Please enjoy the new chapter, P.S. It is now first-person writing, no longer third-person. I explained it in the previous chapter.
Avatar: Era of Izuku
Book Two
Fire
Chapter Seven:
Extinguish
Kyoka Pov.
As Midoriya deals with the Quirk Counselor, I decided to come with him to show my support, as a good friend would do.
yeah, he did burn me, but according to the doctor it was just first-degree burns, and it will heal in a few days.
Right next to me was Mr. and Mrs. Midoriya and they looked worried and ashamed. I can feel that Mrs. Midoriya is avoiding eye contact with me. I think because my mom gave her an ear full of her fury yesterday.
It was only an accident and my burned wound is going to heal in a couple of days. Thought it was nice that Midoriya finally Firebend.
I'm sure that Midoriya is going to make this meeting a cakewalk.
"Mommy! Daddy!"
My eyes got wider to see that it was Midoriya who went out running and crying.
'What the hell happened in there? This is Midoriya, he has been excited about Firebending for the last couple of months. I thought he would be jumping for joy, but he ended up crying like… well, Midoriya.' I worried for my friend.
Mimi was worried, her ears flopped down.
The Counselor came out running after him. "Izuku please, can we continue our section? You still need help with your quirk. Please return the section so we can continue." She pleads.
But Midoriya shook his head no as he hid behind his mom. "No, I don't want to!" He shouted. "Mom, Dad, please take me home!" he cried out.
I don't understand why he was doing alright earlier from Earthbending. He was just acting his regular happy self when it came to his first element, but he runs in terror when it comes to fire.
How could that be, I thought he would be bursting with joy that he could finally create fire with his hand. I thought it would even be a bonding experience with Dabi. Also the perks of making hot tea with Firebending.
That's not the point.
What the hell happened to Midoriya?
At the Park.
It has been hours now since Midoriya's meeting with Quirk Counselor went south.
I saw the way he hugged his parents, he was scared, and he was so scared that letting them go probably meant that he'd turn to a dark place.
I don't know the full story of what happened to Midoriya and Chima. If I had to give it a summary. A lot of things happened and it was a living nightmare to the two, hence the scars that Midoriya hides on his sleeves.
Burned scars caused by fire.
It is a weird irony that he is learning to bend fire.
Iroh said that the Avatar, which it's Midoriya, has to master the four elements and one day the world will need the Avatar. That is just the basic summary, but I'm not here to do Avatar duties.
I came to support him at the counselor, but now that he is at Home. I think it is best that I give him some alone time.
Today I'm taking a day off, and letting my hands heal. I need some Kyoka alone time.
I have a life outside Midoriya after all, but I decided to check up on a friend, Chima.
After the drama with Bakugo happened Chima needed to drink his yucky green medicine. I'm just glad I'm not alone. Seeing that Mimi is coming along.
I'm sure she'll help Chima drink his medicine.
In a non-violent way! I'm looking at you, bunny.
As Mimi and I walked throughout the park to meet up with Chima. My worries bubble up. That I may have to perform to many people on stage with my guitar. My music teacher is working so hard to book a venue for me and the rest of the other students. In most events, the students and I have to play music together to show how much we grew as Students. However, my teacher's shining rock star was given a solo. I not only have to play my guitar but also have to play.
That is so much pressure. Why can't Bakugo be passionate about music as much as his love for Heroes and his reflection?
If he had the same burning passion, he could take my spotlight anytime.
What am I doing, complaining won't solve anything. I know that I am a talented musician, but just like Bakugo and Midoriya, my drive isn't on making music, but my drive is more on heroics.
Maybe that's what my fear is telling me all along, the reason why I'm scared to perform. That I didn't want to be a musician like what my parents wanted for me, because that's just not for me.
Why am I just seeing it now?
Is it because I've been hanging out with Midoriya and helping him with his Avatar training, that I didn't give time for myself?
Damn, I barely gave myself any time, and just spend time with Kyoka. I don't have to deal with the responsibilities of the Avatar, yeah I want to help, but it doesn't automatically make me, Avatar Kyoka.
Prepahs Avatar I take care of Chima, I would need a couple of days to be alone, and ask myself what I want to do with my life.
A wise teenager once said, YOLO.
Izuku's POV!
I open my eyes to see that I returned to the poacher's hideout.
My breathing got heavier, and the room was so hot it felt like I was toasting under the sun. Wondering once again how I returned to this awful place.
I don't remember walking here, was I been captured once again. the place was darker than before.
I could just use my seismic sense to find the exit, and quick. I don't want to stay here any longer.
I felt the vibrations on my feet. I was sensing that I was alone. The rest of the poachers are out and probably selling the animals. I also located the exit. It's not that far. I can call for help. Pro Heroes can save the animals and stop the poachers.
They're the heroes they always save the day.
Izuku!
Someone called my name, their voice I couldn't recognize, but they knew me. I slowly turned around to see who it was.
A teardrop brushed down my eyes, to see who called my name. The reason why I never recognized their voice is because they couldn't
"Chima!" I chocked.
It was Chima and he was sobbing,
but he wasn't alone.
"No."
with him were his Parents, they were the same as the last time I saw them. Their backs were pierced with the metal and debris pierced them.
I walked closer to my friend. comforting him in his time of need. "I'm so sorry Chima." before I was able to land a hand to Chima they disappeared.
Sorry, this is your fault.
"No, Chima I—" I turned around I heard Chima's voice behind me but he wasn't there. "What the?"
You wanted this to happen, didn't you?
So you can play the Hero, just like All Might.
"No, That's not true!"
We're you smiling the whole time, having fun.
Beating up the villains. Living the dream before Bakugo ever had.
Having us captured is a way to show off, To flex your bending just like Bakugo flexing his quirk.
Bravo, you had fun, and I became an orphan.
"Chima, No I didn't want that to happen. I'm your friend."
Your friend?
Are you joking?
You never see me as a friend.
You only see me as your pet,
just another thing you own.
I was nothing more than a toy.
I brought you joy,
I brought you comfort.
You just played me, and I ended up being a dummy.
"No that's not true!" I cried out. but he didn't want to listen.
I sometimes forget that you're only a kid, and they play with their toys rough, to the point that they're broken.
Now that I'm broken you don't want to play with me anymore.
You'll just do the same with Mimi, and Jiro.
Chima's voice faded to nothingness.
I dropped to my knees as I let out my tears. "Chima, That's Not True!"
"Liar!"
a new unfamiliar voice appeared. I opened my eyes to see who it was.
It was Chima's Mother. Koguma.
My husband and I gave our hopes for the future to you,
for you to take care of our son.
We were wrong.
"Koguma." I sobbed.
Do you know what it feels like? To be separated from Mother and Child for two years.
Believing that we won't reunite with him again. I was happy to see our son again.
Then,
we were killed, and you with the same bending as us. Couldn't save us. hail the mighty Hero.
From her last words, she and her husband went in flames. I crawled back from fear. Those flames were not natural. They were caused by someone.
The room started to feel much hotter than before. then I saw it, a fireball heading towards me.
I quickly raise an Earth Wall to shield me from the ball of flame.
However, the fireball was too powerful for my wall to hold as it shattered. I screamed as the fire pushed me off the ground. He was much stronger than before since the last time we met.
"What do you want from me? You're dead!" I shouted toward where the fireball came from. There were no responses.
There was a bright light that shone in the darkness. It wasn't bright enough to see the figure. The light was coming from his flames as they glowed orange.
The light was coming closer and closer towards me.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!"
I started to launch out some boulders at him. To keep him away from me. Each boulder I launched was bigger than the ones before. but he kept closer.
Until I saw who it was.
It was someone I didn't recognize. This wasn't Shuzumu.
They were an older boy, he was taller than me. They were wearing a green robe with some golden fabrics with nice embroidery patterns.
I wasn't sure who he was, was he a Pro Hero?
Is he here?
I decided to reach out to him, maybe they could help me escape the cave, or maybe help free the other animals.
When I moved my arm to reach him. He too tried to reach me with his arm. When we were about to touch. I didn't feel him.
Rather I felt a smooth surface.
'What the?' I thought as I continued to feel the smooth surface. It felt familiar, as my finger slid on the surface trying to figure out what it was.
Then it finally clicked, it was glass.
I wonder, where did the glass come from?
I was just launching boulders earlier, and the fireball was able to break my Earth Walls. This Glass Wall came out of nowhere.
When I started to examine the glass wall, the guy went to examine it too. However, my view is being blocked by him.
The more and more I try moving he continues to copy my every move. I went to the left, he too went to the left. The same thing when I try moving on the other side. He kept following me, and he was moving in unison.
I had enough, I should just tell him to stay on the other side, So we can have a better chance to examine the glass wall.
"Why not just–"
I gasped from my shock to hear not just my voice, but his well.
He has a deeper tone, but there was also no mistake in his voice. That he sounded like me.
When I started moving my arm to point to the left, He was able to copy my movement at the exact time, I moved mine.
I turned around. I have a theory about what's going on, but it is better if I test my hypotheses first. Not seeing each other meant they couldn't copy my movement, right?
If I did a funny pose that is very ridiculous, and embarrassing to do, There was also no way he would do the same thing. I should also shout a random sentence. Then there is no way he would say the same thing.
I just have to turn around by jumping, do my ridiculous pose, and shout a random word.
I got this.
"HAVE NO FEAR, CAUSE I AM HERE!"
I felt my heart fell to my feet, confirming my fear.
We didn't just shout the same sentence, he was also doing pause as I did. He too was doing a Firebending stance that Iroh taught me, the same one that Dabi thought was a dance routine. This conclusion also answered my suspicions.
This isn't just any Glass wall.
It was a Mirror, and the older boy in green and gold robes was my reflection.
At looked at him, seeing that he was older and taller, He even looked more stronger and confident. That is what I wanted to be like.
But, Look at me. I'm a disaster, a mess. I would never pass to be the perfect Avatar, nor a perfect Hero.
Can it be, that I'm not meant to play this part?
I can't pretend, or try to fool myself that I can, because that's not true.
Every time, I try to help I always mess up, and these scars on my arms are the result of my failures.
Two burnt scars, they're a reminder that I couldn't save Chima's parents, I burned Jiro and the other boys. I was the reason why Chima is an orphan.
"I didn't mean for all of that to happen." I cried out
When I went to wipe out my tears. I felt two hot hands holding my head very tightly. I tried fighting back, but I couldn't hold on to their grip. Their hands were too hot.
When I opened my eyes to see their reflection, I was scared to see that It was Shizumu. However, they didn't look the same from the last time I saw him. His body was filled with decay and maggots. He was a living corpse.
He went closer to one of my ears as he whispered. "Look at you, you've gotten older, good-looking, and taller, and those robes don't fit you right," Shizumu said squeezing my head hard, as I started feeling the burn from his quirk. "Look at yourself, and admit the truth! That, even now I'm gone. You truly never left your cage, You are still the small eight-year-old crybaby who I scarred."
"S-stop, let go!" I cried out. But his grip on my head got hotter.
"You think, calling yourself the Avatar makes me fear you!" Shizumu laughed. "You're not special, you're no hero. You're nothing but a Deku, and Always will be!"
I screamed as I jolted awake in heavy breathing.
It took a couple of seconds to process everything, it was a nightmare that I had.
Two years had passed and nothing changed. Shizumu was right. Even though I left his lair, I never left the pain, it came with me.
When I learned that I was the Avatar from Korra, and started my Firebending training with Iroh. Meant that one day I could help both the material and the spiritual worlds, to find balance. That, however, requires one thing that I lack.
Mastering the four elements. That includes fire.
The same element that only brought nothing, but despair.
The same element of despair that burned Jiro, and made Chima an Orphan, and what's scary, fire reminds me of that awful monster who gave me the scars on my arms. Every time I looked at them. I hear his laughter and the cries of Chima's Parents.
If being the Avatar meant that I had to be a Firebender.
Then I will not bend Fire anymore.
I am done.
I don't want to be the Avatar anymore.
I have to admit I have to re-read the whole fanfic to recall how old Izuku is, within this timeline. He is 10-years-old since the start of book two and still is. He was kidnapped by Shizumu's group when he was 8.
I have to be honest. I was having trouble writing the ending. Izuku's nightmare is very important to his growth.
Honestly, it could have ended in 3 or 5 different ways. I was able to find a conclusion. Izuku's reflection was based on the song from Mulan, Reflection.
I wonder what would happen now, that Izuku's spark got extinguished.
I'm working on a new cover. more Permanent cover. It would be my 6th attempt.
Til Next time.
Mabuhay.
