So, I posted a chapter of 'What I've Done' earlier today (My 2nd Villain Deku fic) and stated in the notes I was going to try and get my six-pack/Plump Omega Butt going by actually exercising... Well... I had a plate of chips and a Ham N' Cheese sandwich cooked in butter so... FAIL. lol, Maybe I will still get some crunches in before I couch potato for the rest of the night.

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Shatter Me

Chapter 5

I can't remember much from when I was a small child, but all of my clear memories are the same. I've never felt empathy or remorse and certainly not love. I can understand that others feel fear and suffering, but I don't feel bad when they experience it… at least I didn't until I met the fragile force of nature that is Izuku. It's more than just believing that he doesn't fit the criteria for my sadistic ritual; I don't WANT him to hurt for any reason.

That became abundantly clear the moment I laid him on my table. Izuku had just witnessed me slowly dismembering his 'Master' while he was still very much awake and alive. I had nearly crushed his ribs when he ran from me and I caught him. I directly told him that I planned to murder him… Even after all that, his big green eyes were full of childlike innocence and trust when he gazed up at me; he looked at me like I wasn't a monster.

It was like getting slapped with a wall of emotions that I don't remember ever feeling. I tried to placate my unease by offering to let him have something else… compensation for having his pitiful life cut short before he'd ever experienced anything worth living for.

And all he wanted was a kiss—not one that was full of lust and violence like he'd been forced to receive in the past, but something chaste and loving. I obliged despite my reservations because it seemed like the proper send off to what I'm certain will be an afterlife full of everything he should have been given here on the hellhole we call Earth.

As it turns out, it was the biggest mistake of my life. The moment my lips touched his, that 'slap' of emotions turned into a full-on 'hit and run' from a speeding train. There aren't words to describe how it felt and that's why I didn't say anything once I pulled away… I couldn't understand it—I still don't understand it; I felt something deep in my chest for what seemed like the very first time.

But I couldn't backtrack; it had to be done. So, I promised Izuku that it would only be uncomfortable for a short while and wrapped my hand around his delicate, bite-mark scarred throat. Every second I spent trying to choke the life out of him, I felt like I was dying too though.

To keep my resolve from wavering any farther, I hid my face in his hair as if it might make it easier to finish the job without having to see his fearful yet still trusting eyes fluttering as he slowly suffocated. I whispered encouragement in his ear, hoping to ease his transition as best I could until I felt him relax in my hold.

But Izuku hadn't passed out when I raised my head back up.

He was still barely clinging to consciousness with this… this look… There were understanding and contentedness in his expression that went against everything that had happened to him already—went against what I was doing to him then. Izuku didn't deserve to die like that.

I had used more caution than necessary when I was lacing Izuku's cigarettes since he's so thin, but the dose of morphine I gave him after realizing I couldn't actually go through with killing him should have been enough to knock him out for several hours… except he somehow woke up anyway and I found him curled up in a little ball of tears.

Once I started scrubbing the filth from his arms and was in a room that had sufficient light though, I could more easily see track marks on his arms that matched Shigaraki's. The bastard had been drugging him with something—likely heroine if I had to guess and Izuku has a high tolerance for narcotics now.

My new ward will certainly be in a world of hurt by morning as he begins withdrawal. I promised him he wouldn't suffer anymore; he'd probably think he was being punished if I made him detox so soon after coming here. That won't do.

Now that I've brought him to my house and had time to think through my rash actions though, I realize I'm so totally fucked. Izuku needs medical attention that I'm simply not qualified to give—a fact that's kind of a dick punch for me as I usually can handle everything on my own.

It's not like I can just pop into a clinic with him though. He's very clearly been kept prisoner and it wouldn't take much to figure out that I kidnapped him from the bastard that was keeping him hostage after torturing him to death… and the guy across the street too. It's not like they'd ever find evidence of foul play, but Izuku would be an eye witness.

Then there's also his fragile state of mind. For whatever reason, Izuku seems to trust me implicitly… but I don't know why or if it will last. He could very well be in shock right now and wake up in the morning with a total fear of me—the asshole that just hacked the guy that's been 'taking care' of him for the past fifteen years into pieces.

Whoever treats him will have to be inherently non-threatening and someone trustworthy. I'd never forgive myself if Izuku was hurt or taken advantage of by someone I let near him. There's only one person I can think of that may be able to help me without a heavy bribe and my constant concern.

She took care of me after my mother scalded my face and then stayed on as the personal doctor to my family. So many times I'd see her almost break contract and call the police on my father, but she never did… I begged her not to. It was a twisted belief back then, but I associated getting beaten with her coming around. If I was taken from my father, I wouldn't be hurt anymore, but I wouldn't get to see my pseudo-mother either.

"Chiyo?" I question quietly when the line connects, wincing slightly when I see that it's just after five in the morning.

"Shoto? Is that you?" she responds, her initial grogginess quickly evaporating as her voice becomes almost alarmed. "What's wrong?"

This might be a terrible idea. My father 'disappeared' just after I turned eighteen and her contract to keep what she saw and did at the Todoroki home was dissolved; she could turn me in for kidnapping or murder.

"I… I need your help, please." I force myself to admit. My hand is running through my hair as I pace, trying to come up with a way to explain the situation without directly incriminating myself. "It's a sensitive situation…."

There isn't a response at first and something bubbles in my throat that makes it hard to breathe. If she doesn't agree I'll likely try and ween Izuku off whatever drug Shigaraki gave him myself.

"I'll be there within the hour."

The line disconnects and I numbly set the burn phone I'd been using down. I'm actually very tired at this point; I've been awake for almost twenty-four hours and there's no telling what Chiyo will do when she shows up. Coffee; that's what I need.

Every moment I spend waiting on her to arrive is like another needle whittling its way down into my neck; I don't usually feel stress so it's particularly uncomfortable. When my real phone alerts me that a motion sensor was set off at the front gate, I have to consciously calm myself before going to the entryway.

"Ssst—Ow!" I hiss, recoiling slightly as I open the door and immediately get whacked with a cane. "What's that for?"

The small elderly woman hobbles past me with an all too familiar scolding look on her face. "You know damn well what that was for, young man. It's been how long since I've heard from you? Three years?"

Had it really been that long? I guess time flies when you find your passion in life. "Sorry, Chiyo, I've been… busy."

"Uh-huh…" she hums suspiciously. "I take it this 'busyness' is why you called me in the wee hours of the morning?"

I nod and lead her to Izuku's room, quietly opening the door for us to enter. He fell asleep before I even turned off the lamp, so, I just left it on which makes it easy to see the scars on his arms and the bruises I left on his exposed neck. My breath leaves me when she steps past only to stop short and almost trip over her arthritic feet.

"Shoto…" she whispers, her eyes shifting to mine with apprehension. "Please tell me you didn't—I knew you had dark tendencies when you were young, but this is—Tell me you didn't hurt this child in such a despicable way."

"Not most of it…" I reply earnestly. I'm drawn toward the bed as Izuku lets out a little snore and lightly smacks those lips of his that have my psychopathy reeling. I sit on the edge of the bed and run the back of my fingers down his cheek, almost smiling when he unconsciously leans into the touch.

"But…" I continue, keeping my eyes averted with what I will not accept is shame. "He doesn't have to worry about the person who was keeping him prisoner anymore." It's not exactly relief that I see in my peripheral, but some of the tension eases.

"Izuku," I call, moving my hand to his shoulder to give him a gentle shake. His groggy eyes flutter open and find me. There's an initial period of blankness in his expression, but then I see the memories of the past few hours returning. It's almost like watching a video of emotions; his face flashes confusion, horror, fear, calmness, and then finally ends on a hesitant smile.

"Shot—Wait, no sorry. You're my Master now, I—"

"I'd prefer you to call me Shoto." I interrupt with a soothing squeeze to where I still have my hand on his shoulder. The flash of worry is gone, replaced by rosy cheeks and a smile as he bashfully looks away. "There's someone here I want you to meet."

Izuku jerks and flinches when he notices Chiyo; his heartbeat is so rapid I can feel it thrumming even before I run my hand lower to his chest. Just like when we first met though, his curiosity outweighs the initial wave of fear and he relaxes under my palm.

"This is Chiyo; she took care of me whenever I was hurt or sick and I asked her to come and make you feel better too."

Izuku's wide eyes shine as he looks between us and with a little assistance from me, he sits up and twists his legs off the bed so that he can face her directly. I don't really even notice that somehow my hand ended up intertwined with his in the process.

"Alright young man, let's take a look at you," Chiyo states, coming closer now that Izuku doesn't look panicked. Minutes pass as she does her examination and Izuku can't seem to take his eyes off of what she's doing, nor can I take my eyes off of him when he has that look of awe and curious excitement on his face.

"Well, he'll need round the clock fluids and probably a nutrient IV drip. No solid food for some time… he may be able to keep it down if it's mushy and plain but liquid would be better, especially with the swelling around his throat." Chiyo explains after she's finished. "The bruising will heal on its own of course… but I think I know why you felt it necessary to call me."

I nod because she still has Izuku's free arm in her tiny wrinkled hands, her fingers tracing the track marks there.

"Do you have any idea what he was giving you, child?" she directs at Izuku, who immediately looks flustered.

"I… uh… Master gave me m-medicine because I cry a lot and he wanted me to be quiet. It hurt when the needle went in but then it felt really good afterward—better than good actually… It was like floating and being warm and safe… Sometimes if I was bad, he wouldn't give it to me though and I got really sick. It hurt all over and I couldn't stop shaking and sweating."

Izuku looks over at me again when he's speaking, though not directly in my eyes. I can see the anxiety and shame in his face; he shouldn't feel that way. None of this is his fault. Chiyo is likely thinking the same thing I am if her expression is anything to go by; I might even get off the hook for murdering the S.O.B. responsible.

"That's good, Izuku… You did very well. Chiyo and I are going to let you rest; go back to sleep." I state, standing to help him lay back down. The bags under his eyes seem even more prominent now, but I've just got to hope that the old doctor can—and will—help me.

Chiyo said she needed time to review her notes before she came up with a plan to get Izuku back to health, so I ducked out to smoke. It's chilly outside as the sun starts rising, my breath coming out in little puffs of steam. This is probably another thing Izuku should not do anymore… Maybe I'll even quit with him.

"You seem to have picked up quite a few bad habits since your father disappeared."

I lazily look over to Chiyo as she steps onto my back porch and gives me a disapproving glare. Of course, I respond by taking a much longer, dramatic drag of my cigarette. "Did you call the police?"

I have to blink a couple of times when she settles herself down in the same spot she'd sit in whenever I wanted to go and play in the back yard. The rocking chair is probably as old as she is and creaks when she leans back into it with a sigh.

"No, Shoto. You may not have come from my belly, but you were and are still my child; I wouldn't turn you in for anything in the world. That being said, I'd be remiss if I didn't try to deter you from repeating any part of the last twenty-four hours."

"He deserved it; they all do." I scoff and she doesn't look the least bit surprised. Those 'tendencies' she'd mentioned earlier were far more blatant than she probably wants to admit even to this day. I was never the puppy killing type, but if another kid or adult pissed me off? Something unfortunate usually happened soon after.

"Why not kill the boy too? It looks to me like you got very close to doing so…"

Chain-smoking seems like a really good idea right now. I'm agitated from the question even though I knew it would come up eventually. "He doesn't deserve to suffer; he's innocent," Is the best I can come up with for an answer. It's true and I do feel that way, but I was going to murder him regardless and I can already tell that Chiyo knows that.

"Izuku must be a very special young man…" she hums and I almost cringe from that smug, 'I knew you were never truly evil' tone she uses.

"I was strangling him, slowly, intimately… He was choking for his last breathe when I decided to spare him on a whim. This obsession for Izuku that I'm consumed with is likely temporary and therefore I feel it's only fair to let you know that when it ends—and it will end, Chiyo— all the work you put into getting him healthy will be wasted."

I take another deep inhale and toss the finished cigarette away, feeling more like my old self already. Then I look in her direction and am reminded that this woman could practically read my thoughts as a child; I never got away with anything when she was around.

I know she's thinking that while I had every intention of doing such a dark act initially, I really wouldn't go through with it now. She's right as usual; I'm trying to convince myself more so than her that I haven't spontaneously gone soft without success.

"I'm going to go requisition the supplies we'll be needing… try to keep your homicidal urges in check until I get back."

My eye twitches because damn her snippy sarcastic ass tone. I do little more than pout, however, mumbling about how the only reason she's getting away with talking to me like that is that she's ancient and not worth killing when nature is going to do my work for me. Lies. All lies and I'm not even going to pretend it's not this time.

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Chiyo is Recovery Girl by the way-Just in case someone didn't know XD

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