Chapter 1:
Quirky Accident
"Whoa! The freaking thing is gone!" Bakugo exclaimed as the desk, metal legs and all, vanished entirely.
The pile of books, stationeries and notebooks inside of the desk fell to the ground with it's support gone.
"But where are they going?" Midoriya asked. "You're not making them vanish completely. You can't. It's already been proven that quirks still don't break the laws of conservation of mass. Can't create or destroy energy or matter. So is it a warp ability, or…"
As his train of thought went down its usual rabbit hole he continued his normal habit of getting quieter and quieter until his mumbling filled the room.
This mumbling stopped when Tsubasa smacked him on the back of his head with one of his wings.
"Geez, nerd." Bakugo groused with his usual disgusted face. "Why does it matter what new kids quirk actually does, doesn't make it less cool."
"Hey! You kids! Don't do that!" The teacher yelled from across the room, finally looking up from her lunch at the clattering of school supplies. "That's school property!"
She groaned and came over to check on them.
"Please tell me your quirk is that you can make objects invisible or something, I don't want to have to fill out another incident report about property damage today." She complained, but when she got over to them it was abundantly clear that the desk was, indeed, gone. "Okay. Okay! I'm going to leave you kids alone for a few minutes, I have to go grab a new desk for you. Just… don't disappear anything important while I'm gone, okay?"
Midoriya was still recoiling from the emotional roller coaster from thinking that, for once, the teacher was going to stop the bullying for his benefit, to disappointment at the greater concern for the well being of a desk, to fear at the thought of being left completely alone. Without adult supervision. In a room full of other ten year old children with quirks and not having one himself. It was never a good recipe.
As soon as the door clicked Bakugo and his gang turned right on him with their usual glee.
"Let's have new kid try it out on you." Bakugo said.
Midoriya knew Kaachan well enough to know that he was joking, in his cruel and intimidating way. Because he thought it was funny to see "Deku" wet himself. Something most classmates seemed to relate to.
But when everyone jumped on the suggestion without a shred of irony or hesitance things got scarier than even Bakugo could have planned.
"Yeah! You heard him. We know it's not actually destroying anything. Sending it somewhere else. He's the one who wants to know where it goes. Easy way to find out." Tsubasa said."And besides. She said not to vanish anything important."
"Quirkless over here doesn't qualify." Another student added.
Midoriya saw the panic he felt mirrored on Bakugo's face
Then somebody, Midoriya couldn't tell for certain whom, pushed him from behind towards new kid.
"Wait… you can't be..." Bakugo said.
And in that moment of panic, with the new kid putting his hands up in a protective motion and Midoriya screaming, so much happened at once that he would never be able to really tell what had happened.
Bakugo had exploded, literally, at both Midoriya and the new kid to try and stop this catastrophe from happening. But happen it did and, presumably in his own panic, new kid must have vanished Midoriya.
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Nothing.
Absolutely nothing. No light or color in his eyes, no whooshing of wind in his ears, no hot or cold on his skin. He was moving through absolute nothingness. A void as infinite as space itself, but infinitely more empty.
And yet somehow he knew, he was moving. Being pulled, no, yanked violently towards something he didn't know and wouldn't like. The sensation of falling forward, dragged by the scruff unwillingly, was all his mind and body knew.
And then, splash
The abject lack of sensation was all too suddenly replaced with an overabundance of sensation.
Too much light in his eyes, too much cold in his wet clothes and WAY too much stench in his nose.
He had landed in a pool of thick, rancid water with who-knows-what clumped together in congealed mould of organic matter seeping into every loose article of clothing.
It was actually dark out, early evening beneath a blue sky with the first stars starting to peak through the dusk. But the contrast with the complete blackness he had just come from made it seem as bright as the pearly gates themselves.
"Ack! Guh!" He gasped and chokes as he tried to spit out whatever amount of the foulness he had swallowed and, worse, had shoot up his nose.
The best solution he came up with was to literally blow his nose into his hand and that finally did the trick. Unfortunately his first instinct after that was to try and catch his breath with a deep breath of not-so-fresh air, and proceeded to choke again.
Okay. Slow, shallow breaths. In through the mouth, out through the nose. Try to ignore the smell and taste of this place. And get the heck out of the water!
His mental reconditioning and self-hyping had him wading through the hip deep mire towards what he hoped was a nearby patch of dirt and not one of the many floating islands of debris and trash.
And he did mean a LOT of trash. And recyclables. Piles upon piles of black trash bags mixed with clear plastic recycling bags mixed with molded through stacks of broken down cardboard. There was also a very familiar school desk.
"Wow, was that kid was just using his quirk to get out of chores?" Midoriya thought aloud rhetorically.
Then, something moved in the piles of trash.
Midoriya caught a flash of bright red, flapping wings and took a step back thinking Tsubasa was disappeared with him and didn't like the idea of a confrontation with the much larger boy at that moment. But then he caught full side of the person and sighed in relief.
He definitely had a similar quirk to Tsubasa, what with the two large red wings, but the rest of his body was also mutated. Hoofed feet came out of digitigrade legs. Legs that, like the body they were connected to, was covered in red, matted fur. His face and arms hadn't been spared by his quirk either. Two curling horns above blazing yellow eyes above camel lips. Rather sharp claws too.
Some people really didn't get lucky with the draw when they got their quirks.
"H...Hey!" Midoriya called out to the kid, or very short adult, with a tentative wave.
Their head shot up and looked him directly in the eyes. They made a disturbing gurgling sound that started off quiet at first before getting louder and turned into a blood-curdling screech.
It charged at him. It's hesitance born of confusion at being so casually approached waned off and violence took its place.
Midoriya's mind went a mile per minute to figure out what was going on.
Man or woman with debilitating quirk mutating them into a form resembling a demon. Probably a severe social outcast as a result. Digging through trash in a mire. Yeah, mental illness to the point of being feral was something he probably should have expected.
Oh right, claws.
Forcibly shutting his brain off Deku acted. The only thing near him, and fortunately within arms reach, was the school desk that had arrived in this dump moments before he had. A weapon was a weapon after all and beggars can't be choosers.
Lifting the desk by two legs, Midoriya held it aloft like a shield and the creature bared down upon him all the same. It's sharp claws tore through the cheap plywood of his elementary school desk like copy paper. The battering of claws against his pitiful barrier soon left him backing away from the clearly unwell person boasted two metal rods with a bit of splintered plywood.
Well, when life gives you cudgels…
The creature, for this person had clearly descended into being something less than human, lunged at him again and this time Midoriya gritted his teeth and planted his feet.
With his back to the deep, rancid water he knew this was now a truly life or death situation. He would not be pushed back any further.
Side-stepping with more agility than he though himself capable of, Midoriya batted away the two clawed hands, only for the forearms of said arms to snap like twigs from the parry. The creature screamed. Midoriya screamed. They were both justifiably freaking out now.
But instead of coming to their senses and fleeing from humidor like any animal or sane human being would, thus further solidifying his belief that this person was well and truly gone from some mental illness or substance abuse, they lunged at him again!
He would later marvel at the casualness and complete lack of fanfare with which he struck the creature on the head. He bonked it. That's really the best way to describe it. He struck the deranged person on the head once and layed them out flat.
For a moment he was too afraid to do anything but hold his makeshift weapons towards the creature in case they got back up. But they didn't. They merely twitched for a moments. And then stopped moving entirely. Eyes open and lifeless.
It was dead.
"My god…" Midoriya gasped, barely above a whisper. "I just killed a man."
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