Am I a crazy person?
Yes.
Am I going in another fandom then my usual fare?
Yes
Is this a Hare Krishna Story?
Obliviously.
And a Kirby crossover?
Yes.
Is Shuniya Dwei Zero-two?
Or course he is... That's his name, after all.
Is he a Hare Krishna?
Yes.
Is he THE best-adopted dad for our favourite green bean?
Oh, somehow, he is.
Also... trigger warnings for blood, Gore, Suicide, Child neglect born of a quirkist mentality. (Iko's not abusive... just misinformed and being a sheep.) and Zero Two being Zero two... and adopting a child without his consent. (It's all good, guys, he just has no patience when it comes to Japanese Foster care. And, come one, IT'S ZERO TWO FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!
Shuniya, a handsome 'German' with white hair cut in a feathery bob crowned by a glowing halo, dark blue eyes and a predilection for withe shirt and jeans, sighed in bliss as he drank from his canteen. The Harinama had been amazing; the energy output of the devotee went through the roof and up to Goloka. Books had been flying out of his hands (not at all unusual for him, since he had been a distributor for well over a two hundred years.), and most of the box the temple Devotees had given him were now empty. Only a few English books remained and one Krishna Book.
He smiled; this had been a successful marathon. And he could not wait for the summer break—a time when all were out and about and the time for the Ratha-Yatra.
Japan was not the easiest place to preach or live for this matter, especially with all the quirkist laws and the rampant mav...
Villains that lived on practically every street corner and exasperated by said laws... laws only Japan had laws Shuniya and Quite a few... higher power fought to keep in japan.
Not that he had to worry, It was in the Lord's soft and fragrant hands.
The Ancient being had lived through enough Yuga cycle to know that not much could be done for the last age, save for Chanting Hare Krishna and dancing like a mad man.
His deep blue eyes drifted toward the still active Kirtana, the Mrdanga was loud, the Karatala sang, and the fired-up Brahmacharis were still blazing brightly despite the hours spent singing and chanting.
No matter how many times Shuniya participated in this international spiritual revelry, it was always like his first, in Jagannath Puri.
And what a first time it was! Sri Krishna had been both on the card as Sri-Jagannath Deva and dancing in front of the cart of Sir-Chaitania Mahaprabhu, or Krishna in the mood and colour of his most beloved; Sri-Radha.
Tears of love swelled in the ancient being's heart as he longed to return at this time, but knowing that his Supreme Master's desire for him to remain on earth to preach the Glories of the Lord, assisting Srila-Prabhupada and his grand disciple.
And he did... for seven hundred years and counting.
Shuniya was already old when he met the Lord, and after those eons floating in the ocean of air, he had lost his ability to feel joy...
No... he was had never been happy from his inception. He felt no love for his brothers, and no one bothers loving him back due to his nature as a destroyer. Nothing gave him joy since he knew he would not last, and he cried so much, his tears turned into blood.
His duty was simple... return everything to Zero, to Nothing at the end of Brahma's life. Assist Shiva as he danced creation away at the end of his days.
There had been... this one time. But it was from the previous day, and he had already moved past it.
He shook his head. That was in the past; his presence was here, on earth, surrounded by Vaishnava's and the Holy name. And his future was so bright, his nature as the destroyer was all but forgotten.
He still had... quite a few eons to go before Shiva would dance. Eons in which, Shuniya would chant the glories of the lord like the mad man he was.
Or was it a madwoman? Ah, he was a soul, the shape of his body mattered not for him.
"Hey, Shuniya Prabhu!" One Kirtania called to the ancient being masquerading as a weakly quirked individual (he loved and hated quirk.). It was a young man with Frigid eyes and purple hair...
Like, very light purple.
"Yes, Radharaman Prabhu?" He addressed the 'young' man... actually a man who was well past his fifties, yet would dance hard and long enough to run most kids to the ground. He had a Gut Whispering quirk that let him know when someone was hungry.
"yes, so were having a party at the temple. It's Tenshi's kids' ninth birthday today and..."
"I will pass. I had a long day today, and I have yet to shop for food." No, this was not for him. Shuniya's murty were the ones who would eat everything. And whatever was left on their plates were eaten by the god of destruction.
Prasadam, Sacred remenent, God's holy scrap, His Adharamrta, 0²'s favourite.
"Ah, I see..." the Vaishnava rubbed the back of his head, playing with his shika. "I'll see you tomorrow then?"
"God Willing... and hopefully yes," Shuniya confirmed as he left the sight of the greatest of sacrifice and walked to his bike.
It had certainly seen better days, especially as he took the role of a quirkless man... or someone as good as quirkless since he always had his halo hovering at the top of his head.
No way he would show his wings and tail; the world was not ready for them yet. Let alone his stigmata, blood and true form.
But beyond that... it was just there. Still, he had met his fair share of detractors and haters. But Shuniya knew that the hate and infamy were a temporary feature of the material world, yet another duality in the same category as villains and Heroes, young and old, rich and poor. Healthy and sick...
They would fluctuate and were not absolute.
Hero's could be villains, and villains could be Heroes. The sick would become healthy, and those who were hale would get sick. The young would grow old; the old would die and become young again.
And after death, man would become woman, and woman man. Humans would descend to animal life while fortunate animals would become humans... and some humans would take birth as demi-gods.
Shuniya saw it all... there was no need to lament, for no one really died, and no one was created. He had met the same person numerous times under numerous names and guises. And he had seen this same person ascend to Goloka, never to take birth again.
He shook his head at his meditation. This was still his musical bike, and this bike was going to serve him unless it broke.
Shuniya unlocked it and mounted his leg-powered land rider and Activating his camera in case of a villain attack, mugging or just some lesser demons trying to make a point about his presumed worth. Next stop Musutafu and this one shop that had the awesome noodle selection, the Indian market and wherever the Lord wanted him to be.
Shuniya actually lived in the next prefecture over in Devaron in the more quiet part of it. It was a nice place in a reclaimed land; there, homes and forest existed in sacred harmony and criminals left it well alone.
He and his three last spawns made sure of that.
He stopped at his favourite store. A few hundred yen lighter, left with his saddlebags filled with egg and meat-free goodies like fresh vegetables (no onion and garlic.), soba noodled (his favorite fasting food for Ekadasi) and a bunny poncho with a hood.
It was green and decorated with a bunny holding an umbrella... it even had a pair of ears on the hood. On it was written 'il pleut des lapins'.
It was cute... but definitively not something Shuniya would buy for himself, for he had a predilection for anything white and free of frill.
He was called 02 for a reason, after all. And really, why would he want some unneeded colours and decorations?
Nevertheless, his Lord and Master had practically given him a sporty over the object, and Shuniya had no choice but to sweetly surrender to his will and buy the damn thing.
When he was about to pay for his items, he had to wait for the clerk to give up his phone; apparently, yet another demon... villain attack had occurred, and All Might (as if) was giving a quick interview despite how... pale and sick he looked.
Thankfully, the interview didn't last long, and all were dully paid.
Once again, hopping on his bike, Shuniya took to the back streets, freed from any foot traffic save the high-school student returning home.
One thing he... didn't quite like about the area was the absolute child slaughter that was happening at Aldera (or lateral, as he mockingly called the place.) He could see bullies... demons, really, harassing the wreaks in every conceivable way. And leading many to death too.
What a shame, it used to be a good school.
And while Shuniya definitely had the power to fix the problem, it meant that he would have to reveal himself to the world and have to face the so-called Hero who shamed the definition by their mere existence.
Save All Might... maybe. The oaf reminded the eldritch abomination of Kirby, the star warrior and pure-hearted Hero whose exploit were God's Gift to the universe.
No, really. Suppose the threat was too big for Indra to deal with but wasn't powerful enough to have an avatar descend. Then Kirby, who was the personification of the Lord's stomach, would take care of those miscreants, Zero- Shuniya being one of them.
He was not ready for round two yet... forever.
Now, Shuniya had no idea what happened in other universes and what avatars descended. But he knew that in the one, the second smallest universe, Kaavi was the chosen protector, the chosen hero, the shaktiaveshavatar for the job.
And a good one at that.
But Kaavi had nothing when it Came to Doyal-Nitai and Vijaya-Chaitania. For those not only protect the body, but to those who surrender to the Divine Brother's Lotus feet, whose toe-nails shamed the moon, elevation to Nitia-Navadwip was guaranteed, death would not come and visit them in the sleep, and give one the permission to attend the recital of Govinda's stomach as he returned home from the pasturing ground. Surrounded by his cowherd boyfriend and cows, returning to the inhabitants of Gokula their mind that, after he had left for the day, had followed the Lord, their Darling Son and very life.
Krishna, for the people of Sri-Goloka-Vrindavan, was the heart of their heart... and the feelings were Mutual.
It was always mutual.
Shuniya's meditation on the ever so poetic stomach of Sri-Krishna (and the love he felt towards his infinitesimal and incalculable servents) was interrupted by a rude teen strutting around as if he had won the world.
"Eww."
The blond turned around to come face to face with a teen with red eyes; his body carried the unholy mix of Caramel, Normal blood and burnt flesh. The bloody pomeranian sneered at Shuniya; no respect shone in his eyes.
"Yo, Blood-eye, Nobody likes a crying villain." He spat as he practically ran away, making his hand pop with tiny explosions.
'Eww, yourself, Alderan-spawn.' Shuniya muttered internally as he whipped away his tears. Once again, a demon was out of this place...
Huffing, his mood now soured, Shuniya once again pushed his bike onward, more then ready to go home, shower and take on his daily worship of his Gaura-Nitai.
Maybe reading a few chapters of the Chaitania-Bhagavat would fix his mood... or maybe the Krishna book?
Or maybe he could perform an impromptu abhisheka to his Gaura Nitai. They may be hew from wood, but Shuniya had (with Their permission.) Changed the composition so that only He and Shiva could dissolve those eternal forms, rendering them unmanifested.
'Let's see... I have ghee, milk, honey... do I still have... yes, I still have some Ganga's water. Ah, great, now I have to find them some fragrant flowers now.' He mocked, grumbled. Thankfully, he had his garden, and this being spring, flowers were not in short supplies.
Some worshipped the King of Ayodya, Sri-Rama; others would worship Jagannath, Baladeva and Subhadra, while most were attracted by the most elevated worship or Radha-Krishna.
But Shuniya knew that, without the mercy of Gauranga and his Brother Nityananda, to reach even the outskirt of Sri-Vrindavan Dham was practically impossible. It would be easier to reach impersonal liberation while remaining attached to one's young wife and children.
The state of nothingness. Or mukti.
Shuniya had once met Mutki-devi. The first time, he had thought her to be very attractive and sweet, her voice like honey and as cooling as cardamom and light rain.
But now... the Ancient demon didn't even want to think about her. What a fool he had been.
Who would want an eternity of nothing when you could have the Sweet and Playful Lord as one's eternal master? Whom would dance all night long at the sound of the Khol and Karnataka, whose ankle bells woke up the dead with their glorious laughter, defeating the warbling of swans and other sweet songbirds.
And who, in their right mind, would turn away from the sight of Radha-Krishna, dancing in each other's arms as the moon turned red in shame, its beauty defeated by the nectarean glow of the divine couple's face and nails.
Either a Servant of other avatars, of dumb fools, that's who... like those kids from Aldera.
They were so full of themselves, filled with a painful amount of false pride... they would soon face reality or Maya's kick. And in the end, they would die no better then animals before taking birth as one.
In other words, Shuniya had nothing to do with them. For Mother Maya had it under control.
And thus, the generator of the dark matter turned the corner to a back street filled with water and some trash. It was not the worst he'd seen, though. And the smell was thankfully tolerable... until the upwind happened.
Still, he could not wait to be back home. He had gotten some somen noddles and organic lime for his Gaura and Nitai. And his three remaining spawns were eagerly waiting for him. They had returned from a trip to India, in this most amazing place in the world and definitely had much to report to their father.
Oh, they had hitchhiked in the body of three of Shuniya's Hare Krishna friends... yes, it was all consensual. And the six had even exchanged contact information...
how did his ghostly spawn manage to type on a smartphone? Only Sri-Krishna knew.
Suddenly, his (new) bike chain snap and Shuniya scrabble not to fall on the grimy concrete.
The moment he came to a stop... a body fall's in front of his bike, the distinctive and traumatizing sound of it hitting the filthy concrete echoing on the surface of the surrounding building.
Bones snapping, flesh-tearing... a heart-stopping despite the amount of prana that still coursed through it, skull bursting open and brain matter splattering all over the filthy ground. Spine shattering, tendon snapping, and cartilage popping open... organs tearing apart and the all so precious life-air leaving the lungs in a wet burst of air and sludge.
After that... a heavy silence fell, not even the sound of whatever rare bird was here to break it.
The eldritch abomination, a being known as a near demi-god despite his gruesome appearance... The one who cried tears of blood and whose wings were held by veins and arteries warily lowered his gaze at the ground. The gruesome landing spot of one quirkless teen... still a child.
His blood was the same that coated the other blond demon's hands. He wore an Alderan school uniform, now ruined... his once dark green hair was matted with blood and brain matter, marrow flowed from his broken bones and torn flesh, the front of his face was unmarred, having elected to fall backward, was pale and slack, his eyes a dull green and blood and bile staining his thin lips.
His lungs were hopelessly crushed; his heart busted... and yet he remained in the broken body.
But Zero knew it would not belong.
He opened his stigmas, letting his blood flow through them and merge it with the youth's own, taking over his body as Zero reversed the damage that had done. Replacing what was lost with his very life air and fluids.
He would not let this soul throw his precious human life away... not when the Golden Age was only starting.
Besides... it would be a sin to prevent this soul from burning more Karma. The child didn't deserve to remain a ghost now, was he?
After dropping the Child to his home in Devaron (He had flown, seeing as his bike chain was but a memory of its previous glories, also, Thank Gauranga that Shuniya had picked up this oversized Poncho, it was perfect for protecting and hiding the healing body of the child. for there was not the way the uniform he wore could be salvage, it stank of raw sewage, blood, pus and stool.), Shuniya made his way back to the gruesome scene and waited. Curious to see how long it would take to have it noticed...
four hours, thirty-five minutes and twenty seconds... that's when someone bothered looking out its windows and saw the ludicrous amount of blood, discarded cloth and gore. Five minutes later, the police came to investigate. They quickly found the Boy's ID and, with Rimuru's help, learned that the suicide Victim was called Midoriya Izuku. That he was quirkless, and apparently, being quirkless didn't warrant more then that.
Despite his body being unaccounted for.
Shuniya sneered, he went through countless ages of Kali, and it never failed to make him want to destroy a few planets in disgust and frustration.
Again.
Nevertheless, they contacted Izuku's mother... a small mercy, really.
Taking out his own smartphone, Shuniya looked up Midoriya Izuku... and realized with a shock that the boy had no social media account.
But there was a Midoriya Inko. A short, plump woman with the same green hair as the jumper, who worked two jobs... and who lived relatively close to Aldera.
after a bit more digging, Shuniya found her home address. Hopefully, Izuku's mother was home...
But, knowing that she thought her only son had committed suicide and his body was already gone, Shuniya didn't expect anything less then tears and wails of grief.
Such misery, such pain... all of this because the normal education failed to teach the nature of the soul and the body.
Srila-Prabhupada, his Guru and... dare he say a friend, had once likened the modern educational system to slaughterhouses of the soul.
Oh... how was he right.
'maybe I should have told the Lord that his playful plan would push back his master plan. Oh well, Gauranga must've had his reasons.' The ancient demon tough as he knocked on the Midoriya's apartment door. And, thankfully, madam Midoriya was there to open it.
She didn't give the demon a second look, being used to 'mutation' quirk.
"Oh... who... who are you?" She asked.
"Madam, My name is Dwei Shuniya ( Zero-Two). I am... (right, he had to find a reason why he was there about her son... but lying was not something he wanted to do if he could help it.) I am the person who found your Son's body." He admitted quietly. Watching Madam Midoriya's emotions.
Her eyes grew wide, and tears spilled from them... thankfully, only salty water. "O...Oh. I'm so sorry... please, come in."
Once in the humbled flat, a two-bedroom, tiny kitchen and tiny bathroom affair, she sat him on their couch, something old and needing to be replaced.
Already, the eldritch abomination desperately wanted to take a shower; he could smell the cigarette, booze, marijuana and... assorted bodily fluids that had soaked through the worn fabric and upholstery years ago and had not decayed enough to leave for good.
The god-like demon returns his attention to the woman daubing her eyes. She smelled so much like her son, same with her look. And from what he could feel, the woman had a highly versatile ESP ability mixed with the Magnet ability.
A wonderful mix, if used right.
"Where did you find him?" She asked, calmer then when Shuniya once credited her for. 'she must be a nurse, an army woman or a palliative care specialist.' he thought.
"In a back alley behind the fifteen... no, fourteen-floor building," he answered.
"... He jumped." It was no a question.
The memory of the falling body, turning his head to face the angel-like semi-god as his body shattered on the filthy ground, would not leave Shuniya's mind eye's anytime soon... until Krishna deemed that putting this particular memory of replay was not funny anymore. "Indeed... I... saw him fall." And land...
A fond yet irritated look covered Midoriya Inko's pleasant face. "... So useless... He did not even look both ways before falling." 'what?' She raised her head. " I'm so sorry, mister Dei; My son must have caused you a terrible amount of Trauma." She daubed her eyes again. " Ah, I knew this day would come... He was diagnosed quirkless at four and... oh, what a tragedy... I'm so glad he won't have to suffer anymore."
Shuniya stared at the woman listening to her emotions and thoughts... and fighting his sneer and desire to bring this apartment to nothing.
His affection for her son was conditional... a mother, any parents, should not have a condition about loving their offspring.
Well... saved if those offspring are incorrigible criminals who will cause pain and loss... who see only to their own leisure, exploiting others for their own amusements. Those who kill because they can like hunters of their own kind.
Those are better rejected if hopeless. Even killed, if need be.
" Madam, It's still your son! Don't you love him?" The Lovecraftian being asked as he kept Rimuru from revealing himself. "He just... he committed suicide." He hissed.
"Like all the Quirkless." Madam Midoriya nodded sadly as a single tear dared to roll down her cheek. " it was better sooner then later; at least, he won't turn into a Hikkimomori or a homeless beggar."
Once again, Shuniya Dwei stared at the... supposed human woman.
And then he reminded himself that this was the most fallen age of Kali-Yuga, in which humans are even worst then animals and mothers as so only in name.
"I... see." Shuniya licked his lips, a covered attempt to keep his true eye from popping out of his mouth. "and if... If your son would have somehow survived, what would you have done?" he asked instead.
Suddenly, a look of fear and guilt flashed across madam Midoriya's face.
"I... I don't know, to be honest. But... I..."
"Give him to me." Shuniya interrupted the demoniac woman... one who gave a terrible reputation to the fairer sex's intelligence. " He is with me... I have saved the child, but I am unwilling to part with him."
Madam Midoriya paled a bit before curiosity overtook whatever fear was there. "Oh ah... why? Isn't he quirkless?" She asked... once again, hurtful and neglectful words spoken innocently.
Shuniya got up, righteous anger coming to its boiling point.
The rest of the world had more then a mere twenty percent normal... it was fifty. He'd made sure of that.
It was only japan that hunted down and discriminated against those who were not born with His gifts and curses, and to be honest, those without were often then not smarter and kinder then those with.
But again, this was Japan, the most notorious country in which difference is treated as a disease, and those who do not fit the norm are labelled as sick and worthy of disposing of of.
Zero-Two retracted his blue eyes and relished in the scream of horror that burst forth from the woman... even more so when he opened his real one, letting his bloody tears of anguish and sorrow fall on her carpet, ruining it. He let the angiogenesis form his wing as he floated in the middle of the room... still without Rimuru.
He was shy. And Shuniya didn't want his son to be put in danger with the magnet ability holder.
" You... When you received this precious soul in your womb, you gained a duty to it, and this duty was to raise and love him unconditionally," he spoke in his deepest voice to the cowering woman. " Do you know what unconditional mean? Inko?"
Inko tried to speak, but the fear she felt as she faced the Lovecraftian horror had robbed her of whatever speech she had.
"To love someone unconditionally means that even if your son is quirkless, handicapped, dull and blind. What to say about his sexuality and religious belief. You will love him!"
"But-but I did love him!" She screeched. "I Just... I want the best for him; I don't want him to suffer!"
"Oh? So you think ending one's life is the means to end his suffering?" Zero-Two asked as he puffed himself up. "Do you really think this is mean to the sweet end?"
"Yes!"Inko sobbed. "I... Izuku's life... it was filled with so much pain and suffering... all the schools and forums said the same thing, better if he ended his life quickly." She defended herself, a hand to her heart.
Instead of answering, Zero-two floated to her face, looking at her with bloodied eye, unimpressed with her answer.
It was a love corrupted by ignorance and misinformation... she meant well, but the result would lead her to hell—many Hells.
"Dear Midoriya Inko... do you know the fate of those who died before their time? Of those who rage quite? Who destroy their rare human body out of self-hatred and spite?" He asked with a tilt of his head.
"They disappear... like all of us."
"Wrong Inko... so wrong that my blood boils." He hissed, his tears unceasing.
Being born of something between a demigods and a demons, the angelic being sight was practically absolute... and ghosts were his usual sighting in Japan.
Crying, begging for forgiveness, burning with rage and hatred... and all bitterly regretting their decision to end their lives.
" We are not those bag of flesh, beloved until death robs it of their effulgence. We are the spirit souls, eternal, conscious and blissful. We do not die... we cannot die." He growled. " But if our bodies get destroyed before their time, then the afflicted one is forced to remain on this earthly plane, suffering mentally as he waits for Sri-Shiva's mercy. Crying and weeping helplessly as he is forced to witness his loved one live without him..." Zero-two loomed closer to the tearful Inko. "Is that what you wanted for him? Midoriya? Do you want Izuku, your only son, to suffer until the dissolution of the universe?"
The woman sobbed wretchedly, her whole face pale. And while words failed her. It was clear that this was not what she wanted...
"I will take your son since it is clear that you have done nothing to help his situation. Did you know he was bullied? Did you know that his blood stained the hands of the one who smells like burnt sugar? Did you know that his body is riddled with scars, both old and new? Did you know that his stomach has been so damaged, he could not process food properly? Did you know that his lungs and stomach had been invaded by a putrid slime?!" He finished louder then expected.
She shook her head.
Zero-two rolled his eyes at this. "No... obliviously, the last part happened today. But I was talking about the abuse he suffered at school, the burns of his back and arms, his destroyed belonging... did you see them? Or is your son so loving and forgiving that he hid his hurt to spare you the pain?" Zero tilted his head quizzically. "Or... you saw it but thought that to let 'nature take its course was better then getting actively involved... so, what was it?"
Inko opened her mouth, bit her lips and... looked down, in shame.
"You knew, didn't you? You saw the blood on his bedsheet. the reddish tint of the bathroom tile, his dropping weight, his dull eyes."
She nodded pitifully.
" you saw his terrible report cards... and the description of a brat instead of your loving son."
she nodded again.
"And yet you did nothing,"
"No... I didn't."
"Because you wanted his passing to be hastened..."
The declaration sounded like a death knell to Inko's role as a mother.
" I will go to his room to pick up his clothes and whatever else he may need. In the meantime, write a letter... no, got to your notary and place the custody of your son to me...and never reproduce ever again."
Inko goes up... and grabbed her key and phone. Her eyes were reddish, a sign that Rimuru had taken over.
He didn't want Izuku to return there, he didn't want to take this risk, and he didn't want the boy to suffer through the infamous foster system.
Shuniya sigh as he returned to his human form and headed to the room whit the All-Might (snort) nameplate.
'hmm... Izuku... or Deku...' A soft smile light his lips. He already knew what Nickname he would have for his boy.
~O~
Izuku opened his eyes to pure darkness... nothing hurt... or maybe... everything was hurting, but he'd stop caring about that again. He was on something soft, but he could not hear the damned peeping of a life support system.
Was this... afterlife?
No... he didn't believe in that, and Izuku doubted after-life would want anything to do with a useless waste of oxygen anyway. Beside... if there was nothing after death, then he doubted his mind would still be working, and he would be laying on something soft, his naked body covered with a warm, soft blanket and feeling cleaner then the last time he'd properly showered.
Burnt flesh and soap... it made it so much worst.
Who would want him anyway? Even the nurses at the hospital would not give him the time of day if his mother was not around. And his mother was always so busy with work, and her boss was not very nice either.
And his mom... she would feed him but, by how she would scowl at his portion and fuss about how he was eating more and more, soon to leave her in debt. Izuku was not sure if His mama really loved him... but then, she kept telling him that she had his best interest in mind, and from what he'd read on those forums...
yeah... she just wanted him to stop suffering. Nobody wants a useless Deku. A Shitty Deku... A Deku who dreamt too big... a useless Deku who should have never been born.
And thus... today, after his last vestige of a friend told him to end his life. After All might shattered whatever illusion he had left to cling to After the rest of the heroes belittle him for getting in the way and with his mother's disappointed gaze when she learned that he had survived a villain. Izuku – on the plea of getting more egg and milk. Jumped off the roof of a building in construction. The tallest one he had access to, Careful not to land in a populated street.
He didn't want to hurt anyone... and he didn't want to be found.
Let his useless body be consumed by crows and wild dogs so that his mother would not waste money on a funeral. She had already wasted too much on him at that point... especially with all his All Might Collectible.
But now that he was gone, his mom would be able to sell it for profit, for Izuku had kept all the boxes intact; he even had a few that were still in mint condition... Sure, she would cry...
but... like a mother of a son sick from a terminal illness.
Almost no quirkless lived past their twenties... his mom knew that.
"But... I'm still alive... I really am useless. The building must not have been tall enough, or maybe I was too light... I can always try again..."
"No." Came a deep voice. " You will not. I won't let you throw your life away simply because some low life told you you were lower then him."
'My only friend... he knows better; everyone tells him he'll be a hero.'
"A hero never had the blood of the downtrodden staining his hands..."
This statement gave pause to Izuku... and he felt something twist in his brain like some connections were breaking and snapping back into place. Another sense of justice flooded him.
He ignored it... it must be a quirk.
Still... He felt the presence familiar despite how foggy his mind felt as he met this person before.
"You did." The person spoke with clear amusement. "You almost fell on me when you... took the wrong advice... and I repaired the vessel you are in. Otherwise, you would have been stuck as a ghost, unable to interact with the world and eternally suffering... or reborn as a lower species of life... I don't know which one is worst, though." The person mused. "Also, please don't try that again; the result will be worst then your current situation."
At those words, Izuku's eyes filled with tears. "Why... why did you do that..." He sobbed. " You... I'm useless... you... wasted so much on me..." Izuku weakly sobbed, still blind and weak. "I just want this to end... I can't... I can't keep it up..."
As he sobbed, he felt a pair of warm arms wrap around his shoulders, scooping him up against someone's chest... and... something else...
wings, perhaps? Their felt... those were not bird wings, and was it a tail?
It felt like a plant.
a chest devoid of heart-beat and yet still radiating life. And a power that went beyond whatever Izuku had the misfortune and fortune of seeing.
"Oh, child... no one is useless... even those who seem normal and mundane compared to nowadays population." Izuku felt more tears pouring from his eyes as the powerful yet gentle presence rocked him back and forth. The smell of blood was strong... and yet, the greenette found in soothing. "You, oh precious soul, are as unique and wonderful as the rest... in your own special way."
"I'm a creep, a freak... nothing-n-nothing special." He repeated the words of his teachers and peers. " I'm no one... I'm-"
"A spirit soul so dear to the Lord that he sent me to save you from a terrible fate." The man... or was it a woman spoke soothingly. "He loves you, Izuku... and I love you so. Oh, precious and dear one..." The man's voice wavered as he held the small teen closer.
Izuku cried harder as the stranger took out from his precious time just to soothe and tell Izuku sweet lies...
How he was dear.
How he didn't need to be a hero to be useful.
How he didn't fancy powers to be one, he already was a hero.
And even if he had those fancy powers now... those would only be decorations for the already beautiful heart he had.
How those who threw him away were wrong, and that even if no one in the universe accepted him, Gauranga and Nitiananda would.
How he was never alone...
How He deserved to live and be happy, as where all souls stuck in the dark material world...
He deserved his second chance... a chance to use his human form of life for the right purpose.
To return to his eternal nature as the undying soul, filled with bliss and pure consciousness. To return to the supreme beloved and never have to suffer the way he did ever again.
Izuku listened... at first, not believing the man. He was a stranger, after all.
But the more he spoke, the more Izuku began to believe him... a little bit anyway.
Maybe it was OK for him not to want to get beaten again and again by his bullies.
Maybe it was OK for him to want to be happy...
And maybe... maybe it was right for him to live and be happy for once.
Maybe... Maybe it was OK for him to drop his smile and scream at the horror and the torture he had endured; maybe it was OK for him not to return to this school... Maybe it was OK for him to desire a warm embrace, hugs and...
He wanted to live... it was OK for him to live.
He cried himself to sleep in deep darkness. Not ignorance, but in the arms of an angel.
Shuniya sigh as he let the limp form of the broken child down on his bed. He was so small for his age and terribly thin. His lack of clothing highlighting the horrors he had to go through every single day.
From the state of his old stomach, it was clear the green-haired child had it punched in enough that it had bruises and shrivelled up. Unable to do his job or heal properly.
This would also explain why he was so short and thin...
And the star-shaped scars... from the hand size of a five-year-old, all the way to fifteen.
The ancient Vaishnava's mind, controlled by his Master, showed him the angry teen that had stalked past him yesterday.
Of course, the immense bruise that now covered the youth's chest added to the gruesome sight (His back was even worst, the force of the impact had burst many organs, and blood vessels and the shattered bones had violently shredded the skin of his back. And since all reactions had the opposite reaction...to call his chest and belly a giant, the thorn-up wound was an understatement). thankfully, the ribs and other organs had resettled back to their rightful place quite nicely, and the huge fading bruises on his front and back were the only thing left of his fatal mistakes, and it would soon fade; no one but Izuku would .
Well... not quite.
When Izuku's body made contact with filthy concrete in a back alley, and since it hadn't rain, the ground was absolutely filthy with numerous glass shards, rusted nails and other bio-waste products and other such filth. If those debris would have flown back in, had Shuniya brought all the lost blood and missing body parts back to their rightful place, it would have killed Izuku later when this nasty cocktail would fester and cause him to go into septic shock.
Thus, Shuniya gave the child some of his own matter, dark matter...
Meaning that Izuku was now more then eighty percent Dark Matter. Including his brain... not that it really, well, mattered wince the intelligence was part of the subtle body, the brain being a computer to process the desires of the spirit soul, it's intelligence and mind influenced by the modes of material nature. And the three modes of material nature are controlled by one's Karma and association.
Obliviously, Izuku's... social circle, if he could even call it that, was filled with hateful being firmly established in the mode of ignorance and passion.
Shuniya sighed. To be honest, he had a inkling of what would happen to the greenette's physical body. But to be honest, almost anything would be worst then this death...
Looking back at his work, the ancient demon gave his gratitude to the Lord of the Universe. Would he not have this 'inauspicious' birth, Izuku would be but another variable in an ever-growing grim statistic.
"Bunches of fools." the ancient one sneered. The Japanese population were so focused on those quirks that they lost all good senses. And now, to have a strong, visible and 'heroic' quirk was all that mattered.
Meaning that they were heading closer and closer to the institution... the God's plan, probably. But what was the isle of Japan compared to the world? Nay, the universe?
A pinhead... and all would take birth again.
Not wanting his new foul mood to disturb his guest's well-needed rest. (His brain had shown sing of stress and severe lack of sleep. Poor thing.) Shuniya floated out of the room like a silent shadow and went to the kitchen.
He lived in a very simple home, nothing fancy... all built following the Vastu principle of Architecture, of course. And being a controller of dark matter (primordial sluice also known as pradhan.), he could always make it bigger if need be.
Nevertheless, the white and blood-stained angel now had a guest. A young boy who would need plenty of love, care, affection and, if so desired, God!
If so desired, even the Lord of the Universe, the supreme controller, gave Arjuna the choice to follow His instructions or not. And thus, it was not Shuniya's job to force Izuku to surrender to Him.
Love was a willing Process, after all.
For now, Shuniya would prepare his home for a youth, get him a bit more cloth, a gaming console and a laptop.
The other devotees may call him overindulgent, but the ancient being knew one thing; one could not force a teenager to do something he didn't want without consequences lest they were pure souls and trained from birth.
Well... he could still train him but, the two were strangers, and while rewriting Izuku's memories was not in the realm of impossibility for the Lovecraftian horror, there were still something he would loath to do.
Still, as long as Izuku was considered a child, he would always be welcome here. And even further.
As the angelic being began to prepare the Lord's Breakfast. He called out to Rimuro and Rimura. The two Dark-matter wasted no time to answer to his call, hovering in the middle of the room as Shuniya emerged from his fridge, holding the paneer, egg substitute and whatever was needed to free-style a Hare Krishna Friendly Katsudon... and see if he could sway Izuku to the side of Vegetarians at the very least.
"Were having a a Guest right now. His name is Izuku and , as you must have noticed, is recovering from a very nasty fall and a nastier mind." Shuniya explained with an even voice. " He will stay with us until he reaches maturity, at the very least, and he will be, to you all, as good as a fourth brother. Do not pressure him; give him the space he needs, and please don't take over his mother. He deserves better then that."
At those words, the dark Duo's eyes grew wide with bliss, cooing and warbling in joy at their new prospective brother.
An easy smile stretched the ancient being's lips. No matter how old he got, seeing other's happiness never got old.
'And hopefully, Izuku will have a real smile soon.' Shuniya thought as he watches his two spawns leave to inspect the green child. Then he moved his sight to his richly decorated altar, on which, Gaura-Nitai danced.
His Lords never really left the Planet, has given a pair of Themselves to love and worship to Shuniya.
He paused his cooking and paid Dandavat, praying for Izuku's salvation.
If anyone had the power to give Izuku true happiness, it was those two wonderful, transcendental personalities. The Adi, the first Mad man who dance the night away.