Contrary to what people would think, or even what Kiba herself would say. She didn't love blood.
She didn't even really like it.
Because every time she looked at blood. She knew someone had to hurt in order to get it. Weather in a very minor way.
Or in a very, very dire way.
"Daddy," Kiba whispered.
Kiba stood in the flaming wreck that was once Izuku's office. Everything was either broken or on fire, and the window, as well as the wall it was on, had been broken apart, revealing the ruined fiery wasteland that had once been the beautiful forest she'd played in so often.
And at her feet, was Izuku's body. Blood leaked from under him, as his lifeless eyes stared up at her.
"Finally he's dead!" Black Shadows surrounded them. With blood red smiles on their nonexistent faces.
"Quirkless Scum!"
"Waste of air!"
All quirkless should die-"
SLICE!
Suddenly Kiba's body changed. Claws appeared from her fingers, which she quickly used to cut through the shadows surrounding her.
SLICE! SLICE! SLICE! SLICE!
"AHHHHHH!" "AHHHHHHH!" "STOP! "AHHHHHHHH!"
The sounds of screams and the tearing of flesh accompanied Kiba's rampage.
She sliced, tore, punched, and bit the shadows like wild animals, splatting their blood across the destroyed room.
Until no shadows remained.
Once Kiba had finished, she found herself standing in a lake of blood. Izuku's body half submerged, his dead eyes still staring at her.
This was not enough blood. Nowhere near enough.
She'd find them. Everyone who would dare take her daddy away from her.
She would have their blood.
"RAHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Lady Kiba!"
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Kiba opened her eyes, as she quickly sat up in her bed. Her body was covered in sweat, and she was breathing heavily.
"Lady Kiba, are you alright!?" Hinata asked, standing at Kiba's bedside, looking extremely worried. "It looked like you were having a nightmare."
"I…I am fine." Kiba put on a forced smile. "Thank you for waking me."
"Lady Kiba, we share a bond." Hinata pouted. "You can't lie to me."
"I…Ugh." Kiba sighed, and all the energy she had to fake okness drained from her, as her expression melted into a miserable look. "Hinata, please get me my slippers, I think I need to clear my head."
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While Kiba deeply despised Dr. Garaki, she had to admit, she quite enjoyed the gifts he'd given her.
The gift of flight, in particular, was something she cherished. Even if she wasn't fond of its origins.
Kiba floated in the night sky, looking up at the stars.
But neither the beauty of the stars nor the cold night air could take her attention away from the dream she'd just had.
"Fancy seeing you here Lady Kiba!"
Kiba looked down and saw Kyoshi standing on the roof of the house, looking up at her with two mugs in his tentacles.
"You seem rather distressed, why don't you come down here and we can talk about it if you like?" Kyoshi offered. "I have hot coco."
Kiba sighed, and flew down to the roof, before sitting down. "Alright, Sensei."
Kyoshi sat down next to her and handed her a cup of hot chocolate. "Now then, what's keeping you up?"
"I…I had a bad dream." Kiba said, blushing slightly, embarrassed by how childish that sounded. "Daddy died and I…I killed a lot of people…"
"I see," Kyoshi said, as he thought about the best way to break all this down. "Well, you shouldn't have to worry about Mr Midoriya dying. Your daddy's strong. In almost every sense of the word. He won't let bastards take him down."
"I still don't understand why they even WANT to hurt Daddy!" Kiba shouted in frustration. "I don't understand quirkisum! Not one bit!"
"Well…do you want me to explain it to you?" Kyoshi asked. "The five pillars of discrimination?"
"...If you can." Kiba nodded, drinking some of her hot coco, and getting ready to pay close attention.
"The first is fear." Kyoshi started. "People fear things that are different. The moment they see something they're unfamiliar with, their first instinct is to control or destroy it. Or else they fear it will destroy them. The second is superiority. You love feeling like you're special yes? Well, other people love feeling like that too. To the point where they convince themselves that they were born special, and are part of a special group of people that are better than everyone else. So they treat everyone that's not like them poorly because it makes them feel better about themselves. The third is exploitation. This one is simple. If people think that a group of people deserve to be treated badly, they can profit from it. Making them slaves. Selling books peddling bad messages. And things like that. And the fourth one is tradition. Some discriminatory beliefs have been around for so long, that the people who believe them have it ingrained in their minds, that they're right. It's like a plant get's its roots deeper and deeper into the ground, becoming harder and harder to pull out. And the last one is stupidity. Some people are simply told that people should be treated poorly for whatever reason, and they believe it. Simple as that."
"So which ones are the Q.L.A.?" Kiba asked.
"Probably a combination of Superiority, Tradition, and…oh right there is one more pillar of discrimination I forgot about," Kyoshi said as he sipped his hot chocolate. "Revenge. You see, sometimes. Bad things happen to people. And those bad things are done by other people. So the victims of those crimes, grow a hatred for those people, and anyone like them. I believe back then, one of the main reasons was the Q.L.A. was created in the first place, because of the discrimination they faced from quirkless people."
"So because they got discriminated against…now they discriminate." Kiba thought about that for a few seconds, her expression growing increasingly sour. "That's stupid! All the people who hurt them died! And didn't some quirkless people help them during that war?"
"Yeah, but rage can overcome logic," Kyoshi said. "Some people deal with pain, by inflicting pain onto others."
Kiba flinched.
"And I see that transitions onto our next topic rather well," Kyoshi said. "Tell me. Did you feel good when you killed those people in your dream?"
"I-I…" Kiba started to tremble a bit, but then Kyoshi put one of his tentacles on her head.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to judge you," Kyoshi assured her. "I don't have the right to. I'm only trying to guide you, and help you through your confusion. So why don't you ask the question you've been wanting to ask?"
"...Sensei…Is it right…" Kiba hesitated for a second, before taking a breath and forcing her question out. "Is it right to want to kill them!? I just….I hate them! I hate them so much! I just want them to go away!"
Kyoshi waited for a second to respond, letting Kiba recompose herself a bit before answering. "To your question…no. It's a crime to want to kill someone. You go through life long enough, and eventually, you'll find at least ONE person you'll want dead. Even someone as kind as your father has people he'd love to murder. Like that Garaki guy. If he hadn't taken his own life, I'm sure Mr Midoriya would have. And I'm sure he would have loved to do much, much worse. To hate is to be human. I've never met a single person without hate in their heart…ok except for that Kei girl but she's…abnormal. But aside from her, everyone has hate in their heart. And eventually, that hate escalates into wanting someone gone. But wanting to do something, and actually doing it, are very different. Taking a life, even if it's the life of someone bad, should only be done if absolutely necessary. After all, death means they can't repent. They can't change and reform. And you'd never know what kind of things a person could do if they turned to the light. To hate it to be human, but the thing that puts us above savage animals, is to control that hate. Without that, we become nothing but mindless beasts, slaves to our you understand?"
"Yeah…I think I get it." Kiba said, with an expression that showed she was still thinking about this very deeply. "Thank you, Sensei."
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"I can't believe I ended up sleeping until this late." Izuku sighed as he walked to the kitchen.
Izuku had ended up working late last night, which led to him sleeping during the day, and waking up a couple hours ago. Meaning he wasn't going to fall asleep again, anytime soon.
He went into the kitchen, and found none other than Ken, with his hand in the cookie jar. Literally.
"Uhhhhhh…hey," Ken said nervously, as he put down the jar, but continued taking out a cookie.
Izuku sighed. "I'll let it slide this time, but being in class while sleepy is gonna be a real pain you know."
"...eh." Ken shrugged and immediately scarfed down the cookie.
Izuku shook his head and walked up to the fridge, and pulled out a premade meat bowl.
As Izuku went to heat it up, Ken kept staring at him for a while, before eventually saying something. "So…how can you just keep going?"
"What do you mean?" Izuku asked as he took the clear wrap off the bowl and placed it in the microwave.
"Ok, why do you want to help people so much?" Ken asked, looking genuinely confused. "Like, you wanted to be a hero for so long. Even though the world was treating you like crap the entire time. How?"
"Well…" Izuku paused, taking a minute to really think about it. "I'm not sure I can fully answer that. It just never dissuaded me. Part of that was probably just because I blamed myself for a lot of the things I went through, but overall, I can't really give you a good answer for that."
"So you're just that good of a guy huh?" Ken sighed, looking a bit discouraged. "And then there's me."
"I wonder about that." Izuku frowned. "At the end of the day, no matter what I can't think of myself as anything but a people pleaser. Me and Sue are ultimately not too different. However, people pleasers aren't always good people. As the people they want to please may not be good either. I wonder…if I'd never seen a hero. Never got that dream. What would have become of me? But something that worries me even more, is a time not too long ago. Just before Eri found me. I was so desperate for a purpose. I would have done anything if I thought it might make someone happy…if I was someone worth taking advantage of…I wonder what someone could have convinced me to do…or if I would ever be able to stop, with that messed up mind of mine."
Izuku turned to Ken. "Ken, why do you want to be a hero? You don't seem to like people all too much. You've made that very clear. As much as you love being praised I don't think you're willing to risk your life for it. Especially when you could get it in other ways. And it's not like you need any more money. So what's your real reason?"
"..." Ken hesitated, but eventually, he spoke. "Sis was always better with people than I was. She probably would have made more friends if it wasn't for me. So she liked the idea of helping people out as a hero. And so I just…went along with it. It's not like I hated the idea. I don't…hate people. I get that there are good, innocent people out there, and I do want to help them out. Plus I always liked the idea of beating up bad guys, so I can kill a couple birds with one stone."
"But your main goal is to protect your sister," Izuku said.
"I mean, I'd kinda be a bad brother if I didn't…well a worse brother." Ken pouted. "And don't tell her about any of this…it's embarrassing."
Izuku smiled. "I won't. But I do have one piece of advice for you. While helping others is extremely fulfilling, it's also one of the most draining things you can do. So don't forget to help yourself too. Being just a bit selfish isn't always a bad thing. And just because you did something wrong, doesn't mean you need to sacrifice your own happiness to make it right. Please remember that."
Ken frowned and looked down at his Omnitrix. "...Sure. But what about you? Are you gonna be more selfish?"
Izuku sighed as he took out his meal. "I can try. And who knows. Maybe one day far into the future. With the help of my therapist and the support of my family. Maybe one day, I'll willingly take a day off."
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