The sunlight dwindled as the turbulent sky roared. Thunder sprang from the very thin layers of the clouds, rippling the air. Droplets of water hit the dry floor, as every pedestrians walking the streets scurried themselves to shelter.
Well, all except for Izuku. The rain did not extinguish the flame raging broadly from the blades. He didn't know where he was, but he was sure that wherever he was, it wasn't Mustafu. They...brought him elsewhere.
Izuku sheathed the blades from his back. He stared at them for a while, his gaze lingered on the splendorous yet dreary sight of the weapons..
He closed his eyes, letting the cold, enrapturing wind to blow against his skin, guiding him in what decisions he should make next. He couldn't ditch them. Not with what was at stake. He put them on his back, hunching a little to let the blades settle. The droplets of water soaked him whole. He felt his clothes tighten against his skin. He decided to put them off, throwing them into the nearest dumpster. He hadn't realised how his skin had gotten paler ever since his first 'enrollment' as a villain.
And the green marks, they were growing, extending from only his eyes to his back. Was this an attempt to give him a permanent reminder that he was to maintain his fidelity to the League for the remainder of his life? The marks? The pale skin? The chains permanently carved into his wrist?
Then, his train of thoughts were cut short when a group of delinquents approached him from behind. He steadily moved his gaze to them.
One of them stretched their hand forward, "Give us whatever you have in that pocket of yours if you know what's good for you."
"Um.." Izuku took a step back, holding both of his hands in front of him, conceding, "Guys, I...I really don't have anything on me. Really."
"What about those blades on your back?" A delinquent with a spiked hair remarked, pointing at his blades, "We could sell them for a nifty price. Hand them over."
As much as he loved to get rid of the blades, he couldn't just toss them aside and expect that everything would go smoothly. Not with the pair of eyes that were possibly watching him from the shadows. The blades...
They were a perpetual reminder of his allegiance to the League.
"What's with the hold-up, you swine? I told you to hand them over!" The delinquent urged, advancing forward with a red glint blaring on his eyes.
Izuku took a step back, gnashing his teeth. He beckoned himself to flee, but something prevented him from doing so. Something deep inside of him, dormant, waiting to be unleashed.
Kill.
Kill.
Kill!
KILL!
KILL!!
KILL!!!
"NO!!" Izuku let out a scream defiantly, as he turned his body around to flee. The delinquents began to make their move, chasing after the downtrodden boy.
"Bailing out now, aren't we!?" One of the remarked.
"Stay away from me, please!" Izuku desperately tried to drive them away. But the delinquents were persistent.
Izuku sprinted across the zebra cross, not paying attention to the busy traffic. He jumped at the last second before a vehicle could even hit him, landing on the other side of the road just in time. He scurried himself across the sidewalk, while the delinquents followed after him from the other side, unable to swiftly cross the street due to the busy traffic. Izuku slipped across the wet floor, trying to maneuver himself to take the right turn.
However, this time, the delinquents used the lamposts as the means to catch up to him, using the momentum to jump from one into another. One of them intercepted his path, "Got nowhere to run now, Greenie!"
Izuku was about to turn back, but was interrupted by another delinquent, "You thought you were slick, didn't you?"
Izuku clenched his jaw, taking a step backwards. Four of the delinquents circled around him, closing in as they jeered at him, "Now, about those blades..."
"I can't hand them over."
"Why not?" One of the delinquents smirked, "With the way you dress yourself, no doubt that the blades weren't yours to begin with anyway. You look too much like a vagrant to be able to afford something as luxurious as those."
"It was given to me by someone that you don't want to cross." Izuku said, trying to sound threatening. Please go away. Please go away. Please go away! PLEASE GO-
"Oh, scary. Why don't you run along and call these mysterious boogeymen to tell us that themselves?"
Kill.
Izuku shivered at the thought of what he was possibly going to do. He needed to run. Far.
Kill.
The spike-haired delinquent gripped Izuku by his shoulder, forcing him to his knees, "Not gonna do that? Oh well. I'm calling dibs on those blades, then."
KILL!
The delinquent tried to take the blades forcibly, but found his hand to be slapped away. Izuku pushed against the weight of the delinquent, "Don't touch them."
KILL THEM ALL!!
"What if I want to~~" The spike-haired kid teased, leaning forward as he smirked, "Want to call ol' mommy to come to your rescue? By all means, please, do go ahead. Be warned though, I won't be responsible for whatever would happen to her if you did.."
Izuku hissed, his hands trembling as he took in the verbal jab at his mother..
KILL!
KILL!
KILLKILLKILLKILLKILL-!
"Would you look at that, he's gotten a bit feisty! Quite the mommy's boy, aren't you?" The delinquent scornfully mocked him, earning the laugh of his peers, "But seriously, the fun's over. I'm all out of patience here, so why don't you comply and-"
Before he could finish his sentence, his neck was on the receiving end of something sharp. Blood profusely gushed out of the large gap, as he felt the life sucked out of him. The delinquent collapsed into the floor, sinking into his own rivulet of blood.
The other delinquents was shocked to see what once was their leader laying on the ground, dead.
"Y- y- you killed-!" He wasn't given the opportunity to relinquish his fright as the blades pierced through his torso, slicing him in half. Each of his body parts fell into the ground, blood sprinkling upwards like a fountain.
The two remaining delinquents stood their ground, each manifesting their quirks. Both of them had the same type of quirk: Transformation. It apparently let them transform into another creature, with their upper bodies retaining their previous form, while their lower parts morphing into something entirely different. Something like a horse.
Both of them snarled, rushing their way toward Izuku, who's eyes were completely devoid of any emotion except for rage.
Izuku did likewise, extending the length of the chains, letting the blades scrape the very concrete of the sidewalk, causing a violent friction to go along with it.
The delinquents made their first move. One of them hurled their fist towards Izuku, who in turn, ducked under it, avoiding the attack, before launching one of the blades into their shoulder. Using the blades to swing himself around the delinquent, he used the momentum to land a kick on the other delinquent, staggering him back.
Izuku continued with a slug to the guts, forcing him to cough out his saliva. The rage-driven boy proceeded by slicing the blades across the delinquent's abdomen, causing intestinal matter to litter the floor. The delinquent collapsed, reverting back to his previous form, this time, dead.
The last remaining delinquent let out a shriek of despair, lunging at Izuku ferociously. Izuku quickly pivoted to the left, swiping his legs as the delinquent tumbled into the ground. However, he quickly recovered, but that didn't matter.
Izuku launched the right blade at him, penetrating his torso. The delinquent's body jerked around, trying to wriggle free from the blade. This only proved to be his undoing. Izuku used this to grapple himself into the half-horse delinquent's proximity, piercing his other torso with the other blade.
Izuku forced him down with his weight, slamming his head into the ground vehemently. The delinquent tried to shake off the pain, to get himself back to his feet once again, but Izuku was relentless. He pierced his chest with both of the blades, running to the opposite direction as the blades slid across the delinquent's abdomen, his innards coming out of the gap.
Izuku let out a hot air from his nostrils, as he took in the sight of his victims...
And the pedestrians that looked at what just transpired in horror. Izuku wordlessly stared at them, the spark returning to his mind. A grim realisation of what he had just done.
...
"What..." Izuku said to himself, looking at the blood dripping from the tip of the blades.
What did I just-
"No, no, no, no.." Izuku said to himself, his hands trembling.
The blades. The quirk. It had to be them. He wasn't himself, was he? He didn't..
He didn't kill those..
Those...
...
"MURDERER!!"
"CALL THE AUTHORITIES!"
"HERO!! WE NEED A HERO OVER HERE!!"
"THAT KID KILLED THEM IN COLD BLOOD!"
Izuku raised both of his hands frantically, trying to calm them down, "Please! No..It wasn't me! I didn't...I DIDN'T KILL THEM! IT WASN'T ME! YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE-"
A pair of arms pulled him backwards, as he was engulfed by what looked like a fog, and..
He was somewhere unknown. A vacant room, to be exact. He collapsed on his back, the dried blood still smeared on his shoulder, "Wha-?"
"What were you thinking?" A stern voice came from behind. Izuku quickly stood up, turning his head over to the one who spoke..
"K- K- Kurogiri-?"
"What. Were. You. Thinking?" Kurogiri said contemptuously, his gaze sharpens as he moved closer, "What you did was beyond foolish."
"It..I..I..." Izuku trailed off, not knowing what sort of excuses he could come up with.
"You could've been detained, plucked away from society, your innocence washed away. Do you know how that could've turned out for you? For your mother?"
Izuku couldn't muster out a word, all except that he was sorry. He couldn't help but feel disgusted by the notion, that he could just apologise and everything would turn out fine and dandy.
"I have everything planned out from the start," Kurogiri grabbed Izuku by his collar, "But if you keep making a mess of things, I can't help you."
"Plan?"
"The plan was to stall for time. Keep you occupied for the time being until I figure something out. That's why the plan to spy on UA exists. To stall. The boss never intended to place you in UA."
Izuku's eyes widened, "What...did he intend to do to me?"
"Turn you into something unspeakable, and I cannot, in my good conscience, let that happen."
"Conscience.." Izuku uttered the word with resentment, "All that, and it still wasn't enough for you to not rope me into this."
"Midoriya-"
"Don't you FUCKING utter another word!" Izuku interrupted, his voice cracking, "Lies! All you do is spout lies! You don't really care about me! You said it yourself! I'm an invaluable asset, your words, your exact fucking words! I'm just... I'm just..."
Izuku choked on his own words, his fists clenched. He didn't finish the sentence.
Izuku's stance faltered, slowly retreating back, "I- I'm sorry, I never meant for any of this to happen, I just, I don't know what's happening to me. It's not your fault, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"Midoriya-"
"Just get me back to the bar. I'm ready for whatever punishment All For One might dish out for me." Izuku interrupted.
"I'm not gonna let him," Kurogiri firmly stated, "And he's not going to, anyway. If anything, he'd be...pleased with your 'progress'."
Izuku didn't respond to that.
Kurogiri gently approached him, "Midoriya..."
"Don't." Izuku stopped him, "Let's just go back."
Kurogiri stared at him for a moment, sighing as he did. He carefully escorted him into the newly formed warp gate. As Izuku entered the fog, Kurogiri took a last glance at the old television hanging over the corner.
The news headline there read,
'New Villain emerges from Yokohama? The Emerald Ghost's debut began with a blood-curdling slaughter!'
(Author's Note: I edited some of the parts in Izuku's dialogue with Kurogiri to avoid making him look like an asshole)