Hey, back again with another chapter. This time Inko and Izuku decide to question their unexpected guest about her origins, while Samara tries to come to term with the news about the awakeaning of quirks and superhuman society.
She also tries to come to term with her feelings of attraction toward the young male Midoriya, who to be fair is probably the first real boy she's ever met.
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Chapter One: The Origins Of Samara Morgan.
The clatter of cooking utensils was the only prevelant sound in the otherwise quiet apartment. Seated on the dining room table were three individuals, a green haired mother and son that were basically identical and a pale girl with pitch black hair that touched the floor.
Neither spoke to the other, less out of nervousness and more out of a lack of topic for discussion. Inko and Izuku looked at eachother as they watched Samara fumble with her chopsticks in hand as she tried to pick up a piece of meat but failed, pouting the whole time.
"You know we might have a fork or something for you to use lying somewhere around here." said Inko helpfully. Samara looked at her before shaking her head.
"I don't want you to trouble yourself Mrs Midoriya, I can manage." she responded quietly and kindly.
"Just Inko is fine dear."
Inko smiled at the girl, despite the rather... unothadox first meeting, she had been nothing but polite towards her two hosts. Izuku was still rather worried, regarding Samara's origin and whether or not she was a Villain or had any connection with a Villain.
After finishing up their dinner (and waiting a bit longer since Samara still fumbled a bit with her chopsticks) the three ended up being sat back at the dining table to begin talking.
"So, Morgan-san-"
"Samara, just... call me Samara." Samara cut off Inko as she lightly parted her hair in order to look directly at the two, although she intentionally averted her gaze from Izuku, focusing solely on Inko.
"Um, Samara." began Inko once again, "Could you tell us where you're from? If you don't want to talk about it that's fine."
Samara played with her fingers nervously before replying with a small whisper, "Moesko Island." Inko nodded, signifying that she understood.
Izuku then began to look through the different islands in the world in his head, but he came up empty with answers regarding Samara's "home".
'I should try looking it up later. Maybe we can help her get back home?' pondered Izuku
"So... that uh, thing that happened with the screen. I can only assume that was your Quirk?"
Samara's brow forrowed in confusion once again. Why were they asking if what she did was a "Quirk"? Was it aterm used to describe supernatural happenings?
"I'm still confused by what you mean, what is a Qurik?" she asked again.
Izuku had thought that she was merely in shock from the overuse of her "Quirk" and he used that as the reasoning behind her sudden confusion toward the term. But upon seeing her face that was laced with genuine confusion, he could see that she really didn't know what Quirks were and didn't seem to be pretending.
"W-well Quriks are sort of like superhuman abilities a person can possess, about 80 percent of the population have one. Although they vary from person to person. If your parents have vastly different but powerful Quirks, then there's a chance that you may get a stronger Quirk being a mixture of both." explained Izuku, "There are four different types of quirks, which are Emitter Quirks, Mutation Quirks, Transformation Quirks and Accumulation-type Quirks which are like a sub type of Emitter or Transformation Quirks. Each quirk has their ups and downs to it too."
'They must be like the superpowers in movies and comics, except a lot of people have them.' thought Samara in awe, before a thought occured.
"You said that 80 percent have Quirks. What about the other 20 percent?" asked Samara. She noticed that Izuku and Inko both seemed a little nervous about it when she asked about the other 20 percent, but Izuku answered anyway.
"Well, they're what the world call 'Quirkless'.
"Quirkless." echoed Samara. She didn't like the way it sounded, as if it was to say the powerless were useless. She didn't like it at all. "So do you have Quirks?"
Inko nodded as she demonstrated by floating the remote from the living room towards her. It was bathed in a light green hue as it floated toward her outstretched had.
"That was my Quirk 'Attraction'. It really isn't anything special..." said Inko bashfully, Samara was noticeably in awe.
"Why not? I think it's really nice." said Samara, which caused Inko to blush at the praise.
"It really doesn't have any other good uses apart from pulling small objects toward me, it really isn't all that great compared to the Quirks of Pro Heroes."
"Well, I think it's nice." Samara responded, "Whether or not it's strong, I think it's nice that you have something of a power that's unique only to you."
"Oh stop," flushed Inko once more with both hands cupping her blushing cheeks, "You're making me blush."
Samara smiled cutely which caused Inko oppinion on the beautiful black haired girl to rise. She didn't seem all that scary as she was a few minutes ago, though there was still some mystery to the girl from the screen.
"What about you?" asked Samara, refering to Izuku.
"Oh, um w-well my Quirk is something like super strength. Although I kinda used to break my bones whenever I used it-"
"What? Are you okay?!" exclaimed Samara in concern, surprising both Midoriya's.
She then noticed her sudden outburst and her face immediately turned a dark red as she hid her face behind her long hair in an attempt to hid her embarrasment.
Izuku, not wanting the atmosphere to go back to being awkward, hurriedly explained his circumstances to Samara. "W-well t-t-that was before. But after interning with a Pro Hero I was able to learn how control by Quirk better, without having to break my bones."
Samara remained silent for a bit before she began to speak again, in a small voice. "So... you don't damage yourself when using it anymore?"
Izuku smiled slightly as he nodded, "Yeah. So I'm all good now."
"That's good. You should take better care of yourself." said Samara in a small voice and a small blush as well.
Inko noticed the way she shot a few sparse glaces at Izuku along with her face flushing whenever she did. And with her skin being as pale as it was, it was pretty easy to notice her blushes no matter how small they were.
'Wait, could this cute girl have a crush on my Izu?!' thought Inko in a panic as her mind began to race, 'But how can that be? The only just met a few minutes ago, though I can't exactly blame her he really is the cutest... but still! We barely know anything about her yet, so I'll have to put this investigation on hold. But I will keep a close eye on her.' Was Inko overexagerating... maybe.
Samara herself was quite confused by her sudden outburst earlier, but the thought of a cute and sweet boy such as Izuku breaking his bones every time he tried to use his powers. It just didn't sit right with her.
She herself had committed a lot of questionable things, but that was completely different. Speaking of those questionable things, Samara had decided not to reveal... everything about her to the two people in front of her. She didn't exctly like the fact of lying to Inko and Izuku, but something told her that if they were ever to find out about the... murders, they would most likely shun her.
It wouldn't be the first time that'd happened.
"Now, if we can get back to the topic of you Samara, that would be great. We could call the police to help you get back home, if that's okay with you?" said Inko kindly. She wanted to help the girl in front of her and despite not knowing whether what she did was a quirk or not, she still thought it was the right thing to do.
And she knew Izuku felt the same.
At the mention of home they could see Samara's face twist into a scowl. Her eyes mirrored the turmoil of emotions she was feeling then, anger, spite, bitterness and... sadness.
"I-I... I do not have a home anymore." she answered slowly and quietly. "Even if I did go back... the people there wouldn't even want me."
"O-oh, but wouldn't your parents be worried about you?" asked Izuku slowly, to which Samara responded with a bitter chuckle and s slow shake of her head.
"My parents wouldn't have even cared if I'd burned in a house fire or got hit by a car, they... they... they never cared about me or took the time to understand me... I've lost count of how many times I'd been told to 'just die' or that they 'wished I was never born' or that 'I was a curse'." Inko was absolutely mortified by the stuff Samara said, Izuku too was angry at the way she said her parents didn't care whether she got into an accident or died.
"Oh my..." gasped Inko as she quickly rushed to Samara's side. Said girl was vissibly shaking in rage, but she contained her rage since she didn't want to hurt Inko and Izuku. "That's horrible. I'm so sorry you felt this way, you must've grown up in a very challenging enviroment."
While Inko consoled a bitter Samara, Izuku was also angry as well. He had experience with bullying and was even told once by his childhood friend to kill himself, but he atleast had his mother and his dreams to keep him from going down a different path.
But he couldn't even begin to imagine how Samara felt, if it was her own parents that couldn't have given a damn whether they're daughter died or not. He just couldn't understand why. In the short time Izuku had talked with Samara, he could tell that she was kind at heart, despite her rather unsettling and unique appearence. And Izuku trusted his judgement.
"Is that how you ended up in the tape. To get away from your parents?" asked Izuku, wanting to solve the mystery of Samara's strange origins. Inko shot a brief look of surprise at Izuku before focusing her attention back on Samara.
"The tape was partly my doing, but... I don't think I'm ready to talk about it." Izuku nodded hurriedly.
"I-It's fine. Sorry f-for asking out of nowhere like that, I should have known that would be a rather sensitive topic." Samara, although still bitter upon her reminiscense of her life before death, couldn't help but feel warm feeling creep into her chest when she witnessed the actions of the two Midoriya's.
In all her years on this Earth, she had only briefly, briefly experienced the feeling of love and appreciation. That was for a few weeks with her surrogate mother, the rest were filled with fear, anger, sadness, bitterness and a malevolent thirst for revenge against the people that drowned her for seven days.
She knew she was not human, she was something for more malevolant and demonic in nature. Even now she still couldn't fathom how she was able to break out of her cycle of veangeance and death after being in a continuous cycle of it. Ever since she got there she has not since felt her demonic counterparts presence, and was for the first time in years, truly herself again.
She wouldn't let the first ever feelings of happiness go just like that. The Midoriya's seemed to be very kind people and although they didn't know everything about her, she could tell that they didn't have bad intentions. And she would be damned if she let anything bad happen to them.
Besides, people who take the time to cook food for a random stranger that jumpscared them from their TV was a different breed of kind.
"Well, it is getting late." said Inko, rising to her feet, "I think you should spend the night here Samara, if that's okay with you?"
"Huh?" Samara was quite shocked by the propossal before she began to shake her head in a flustered manner, "M-miss Inko, you don't need to. I've been a bother to you two for a while now, I don't want to intrude or anything."
Inko simply grinned as she walked toward Samara and indicated for her to stand, "Oh, nonsense. And don't you ever think you're intruding on anything dear, while you're in my home you will have to listen to what I say. It is also considered quite rude to turn down a persons home invitation in Japan."
"I-it is? W-well okay I guess..." Samara muttered with a small blush on her face as she stood up and let Inko lead her toward the bathroom.
"Now let's get you all cleaned up first. Izuku! Could you please ready something for Samara here to sleep on!" Izuku nodded in response.
Samara just allowed herself to be led by Inko, but not before looking back to see Izuku staring at her. When they're eyes met she saw Izuku give a reassuring smile, almost as if to say 'don't worry, I am here'. The warm feeling in her chest intensified even more as he entire face began to heat up. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest even when Izuku looked bashfully away and headed down the corridor to what she assumed was his room.
'T-t-this feeling... I've never felt anything like it before. I feels, good.' pondered a flustered and confused Samara.
Even though she didn't fully understand what she was feeling, one thing was for certain. Izuku Midoriya was someone she wanted.
And that's it.
Sorry for not making it as long but, I needed a good dialogue chapter to build up the next chapter which I promise is gonna longer and with a bit of action to boot.
I also want to thank all the support you've shown this story, I greatly appreciate it. I probably won't update as early as I'd like since I'm also working on my other RWBY X COD fanfiction, but I promise the story will progress.
Thanks for reading and Ghostly Emerald forever :)
Next chapter is when Samara realizes the feeling she has for Izuku, while said green haired cinnamon is busy trying to find out anything and everythong he can about Samara, and when Inko and Samara go shopping, and Inko's purse is stolen by a theif, Musutafu will get it's first ever debut of it's most savage vigilante. Will the Heroes be able to deal with this ghostly threat, will this be a problem for the Villains of the LOV, how will Izuku deal with a crushing Samara.
All this and more on the next installment of My Ring Academia. Chapter Two; A Girl And A City.