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ATTENTION: This chapter has finally undergone a heavy revising as of 3/21/23. Please see the very bottom for a longer A/N.
It's easy to say and one of the truest known facts of the universe, that an origin is a very unique and precious thing.
Whether that origin belongs to a person, a place, or even a simple thing, an origin… how something came to Be, is massively important even for the things that are basic and seemingly insignificant.
It's quite obvious and most wouldn't need to be told that, but in talking about origins and how unique they are; perhaps you'd like to hear about one Jackson Alan? Well, before we begin you should know that it's definitely a different kind of story. To be clear it's a heck of a tale, and sometimes it comes off as hard to believe (For none more so than our young protagonist) and he's the one who's lived it. This is the story of how an unassuming and seemingly not so special person, became the Strongest Hero of Earth!
But before we go any further though, I think the most important thing anyone of us can ask of ourselves is this; if you had just lost everything and I do mean everything, would you still want to be, or even have the capacity to be able to be a hero?
Jackson Alan had had a fairly interesting life thus far, and the amount of pain he found himself in was at the moment a very major part of it; and through the haze and fog of said pain he found himself pondering...
'When and where am I?'
Pain.
A kind of mind numbing, ear ringing, and quite frankly... soul shaking pain that he'd never felt before in his life.
He'd felt pain before, and he knew for a fact that the age-old question always comes up "Who Hasn't?" But this...This was different.
Being human is pretty trash kind of deal when you think about it, and it's bad enough when you've been having a bad couple of weeks. Hell just a bad year in general. The pain that was as of the moment wracking Jack to his very core was something he was honestly beginning to believe he wouldn't be able to overcome.
Anxiety is a pretty normal thing for most, though precious few would ever be able to tell you that someone like Jack had it. At that very moment Jack would have been mercilessly gripped by it if not for the ever-present pain.
Waking up somewhere when you have no idea where that place is with your head splitting like you've either just been in a knock down drag out brawl or are nursing the mother of all hangovers is not the way that anybody likes to wake up.
The first thing that Jack can truly feel when the pain starts to recede is the sand. He's laying in it, and its coating parts of his exposed skin.
Let anybody with even a modicum of the kind of sensory issues that Jack had try to tell you the first thing that comes up when having sand on you and the predictable thing that they'll say...
'I'm Itchy. Lovely.' Jackson thought slightly sarcastically, as he did his best to try and orient himself.
One of the most annoying feelings besides pain and that's the feeling that assaulted Jack's frazzled senses as he finally brought himself to consciousness, the massive irritation mixing right along with the last dull throbs that came with the recession of the newest and most intense kind of pain he'd ever experienced.
Jack blinked his eyes open for the first time and started to take stock of the situation, and once he got himself together, he found himself completely confuzzled.
'Yeah, let's go with that. Damn early childhood impressions, Damn Cat-Dog.' Jack thought as he fully sat up on the beach, he now found himself on.
Jack shook his head briefly to stop himself from going off onto a weird tangent with his thoughts, knowing that he needed to reassess.
Taking a closer look around, Jack realizes that he has a vague idea of where he is at the moment as he takes a cursory look around with his now fully clear vision. Jack finally gets his feet underneath himself and once he feels right, he leans upwards to his full height, now focusing his mind on taking in as many details of the area that he now found himself in.
'How in the Hell did I get here?!'
The buildings are easy to spot from his position, and are tall even into the distance, the night sky is black as all get out which would have been driving him nuts if it weren't for all of the garish neon-colored lights spilling onto the sand of the beach from the boardwalk just nearby.
The wind picks up for a moment and the smell believe it or not comforts Jack for just the smallest of moments because it would always be familiar, the smell causing him to unconsciously close his eyes while taking a deep breath to center himself.
Memories from his youth on vacation with his family when they did that sort of thing, to his time in the service, the sea air had always been pretty much associated with nothing but good memories. Though there were a few standouts amongst the plethora of them.
Arcade games, Beach Days, Boardwalk food, fudge, and those were only from his time being a young kid. Once Jack considered his more recent memories, the smell of the salt air reminds him of traveling the world with the Coast Guard, and all the ports of call he had gotten to hang out at and explore.
Snapping himself out of the disoriented reflection his brain tried to go on, Jack turned his focus to himself and automatically noticed a significant difference.
'What the hell?! What happened to my clothes?!' Jack thought, as he realized that he quickly needed to reach down and snatch his shorts up slightly as they started to drift south.
Jack took a moment again to take a deep breath, the weirdness of the situation threatening to overwhelm his mind.
'I know these are the clothes I went to bed in…I Know I went to sleep in my house. What. The. Fuck! What is going on?!' Jack thinks before taking another moment to try and calm himself.
'Okay. Stop. I'm freaking out. That's not gonna help me. I know for a fact that I went to bed. I was planning for my move up to Nantucket MA, I got tired from all the packing and planning, and laid down around 9:30 after saying goodnight to my Marnie, Damian, and Hercules (the dog). So, what in the hell is going on here? Is this a dream?'
The wind picked up a bit, and as it slightly buffered Jack, he did his best to continue to mull everything over and try to rationalize what was happening.
'Okay I know what this is…' Jack thinks to himself after gazing at the glowing skyscrapers for another moment.
'Vivid/Lucid dreaming again, no big, happens to everybody once in a while. Except... I'm kind of cold… and usually sensory things like touch and temperature either jolt someone awake... or it keeps them half asleep/awake anyway so I couldn't possibly just be someplace else like this out of the blue no matter how heavy a sleeper I am.' Jack thought to himself as he began to shuffle back and forth on his feet before then starting to pace in a small circle in the sand.
Let it be known that Jack often had a bad habit of pacing when thinking. Or if he was feeling at all bothered, Nervous energy was a thing for him. It was taking a firm hold of him now.
'Deep breaths…Lets take it slow Jack.'
Jack starts to look around and take in his surroundings even as he tries to cover himself more with his now too big 2XL Bright red Nike shirt, his jet-black basketball shorts slightly sliding down his backside exposing his black boxer-briefs as he takes a few tentative steps.
Realizing that they are too open and will just continue to annoy and hinder him, Jack takes a deep breath and then readjusts his shorts bungee strap, so they stop falling, as he then proceeds to wrap his arms around himself again to ward off the slight chill in the air.
Jack reaches with his left thumb to rub his wedding ring as he normally would when he couldn't cease his thoughts, and that's where he realizes that he doesn't have his ring on his hand; whereby he immediately turns to the spot he'd been laying to look for it.
Jack stops moving for a moment to focus on the spot where he had been laying, finding his own bodies slight indent in the sand, trying to look for the white gold comfort fit plain wedding band that he'd now had for 12 years hoping to all that it is there.
'After all, what a slap in the face it would be if I lost it. Marnie would kill me.'
He barely finds it in the sand, but upon doing so is able to take a deep breath and relax some.
Unfortunately, that feeling of being able to relax barely lasts a second, because once he tries to put the ring on, he realizes there's a huge difference.
The ring that was slightly snug when he had gone to sleep now slides right on and off easily.
Jack knows logically that he's not really fat per se, but most definitely hadn't felt no resistance from the band since he had first gotten the ring when him and Marnie had exchanged their vows way back when.
That's when it hit him.
Now the changes have become glaringly obvious, and with them the worry that he'd felt is now accompanied by confusion.
He feels shorter than 6'2, and he most definitely feels and now looks lighter as he slightly lifts the hem of his shirt to see his now pronounced V-line along his torso.
'I haven't seen that since 10th grade, what the fresh hell is this…' Jack thought as he was now worryingly rubbing his head only to stop and realize the huge difference.
His hair had been cut short and cropped in a flat top style, but as it was now, he could actually run his fingers through solid locks of Dark brown hair that now reach slightly past his ears on the sides leaving him with slight bangs in the front.
Let it be known that Jack had been decently athletic through middle and High School because of bike riding, track, and getting his brown belt in Tae Kwon Do before having to leave the school because his Dad couldn't afford it anymore.
He had never been the most muscular guy, since he had only been doing body-weight exercises and hadn't picked up a pair of weights until well into his twenties after joining the guard, but he knew for a fact that he had at least been passable with his physical fitness through most of his life.
"Okay…Get a grip Jack…Longer hair, your thinner…I feel like I'm; 14 maybe fifteen. Gotta be somewhere in my teens. But... that's...this is crazy... there's no way, this...this is a really really weird dream" Jack mumbled out to himself as he began to pace again, the anxiety definitely starting to mount now causing his stomach to gurgle.
'Now the important thing to do is wake up, Easy Peezy'. Jack thought, doing his best not to lose his marbles over the situation.
'How to go about doing this without looking like a psycho.' Jack thought.
No matter how you try to rationalize something like this, sometimes you just have to make a move and go for it. So, Jack did just that in his attempts to wake himself up.
'Okay easy enough, the pinching trick always works.' So, Jack pinched his left forearm and lo and behold he could definitely feel it as he'd applied a decent amount of pressure, so that really only left one test to try in his mind before he would officially believe he was headed towards crazy town.
Jack took a few deep breaths threw up his arms and simply tilted back as if going ahead with a 'trust fall' and allowed himself to plop down into the sand on his back.
...
"As the man once said ladies and gentlemen...We have just lost cabin pressure." Jack mumbled to himself out loud reasoning that using the trick from Inception should have woken him up. Which could mean only one thing...
….
What the fuck?
What the actual Fuck?!
Everyone has that moment where something bad or completely ridiculous has happened in their life, and you want to know that you're not crazy for having been a part of it but at the same time you know it's true and your just trying to reboot your brain to the new reality you're in.
Jack laid there for what felt like a good few minute's. He kept trying to will himself awake at home in bed with his wife, at home safe where his family was, but all he got when he opened his eyes again was that infuriating night sky and the dancing colors of the signs from the hotels and stands up on the boardwalk.
Finally deciding that he'd had enough pussy footing around he tentatively stood up and looked out towards the sound of where the ocean would be, and once he looked forward, Jack took in the sight of another big surprise.
'How did I completely miss this person just laying what has to be only about... 50 or so feet from me on the beach with a little bit of smoke wafting off of them?' Jack thought as he stood frozen in place.
The smart thing would have been to walk away. Somehow Jack knew if he did that, he'd regret it. Let it not be said that Jack is a bad guy because he's not, but he had been burned before and the whole situation felt insane and really suspicious. All of it panning out in his mind to be some kind of set-up.
Jack was still very much in the process of denying that any of what was happening was even real, but at the same time for the life of him he just couldn't turn away. So, Jack did the only thing he could figure too after a moment of mulling it around in his chromis domis, and to the complete and utter shock of himself he took a small step toward the downed person. Even though he felt that doing so was a horrible idea. (Years later, Jack would look back and laugh on the moment many a times, realizing that had he not done it...his life would have been irrevocably different.)
…
Yet after making the first step Jack found he couldn't move. There was still such a sense of foreboding and apprehension about the whole thing...
…'Anytime now bud'…Jack thought to himself trying to just force himself to do something instead of standing there like a maroon.
"He…Hel…. Help."
It was faint, and slightly strangled but Jack had heard it.
And that was all it took.
Now he was moving forward and 3 years' worth of BDS training (Battle Dressing Station) was taking control.
Jack cleared the distance and was now standing before the person only to realize that it wasn't just a person, but a massive person. And not just a Massive person but someone that he could clearly recognize, though even with that he still couldn't believe what and who he was looking at.
…
'This isn't possible…Right?'
The costume the man wore was torn in places, and a clearly half ripped/worn; almost completely shredded red inlaid-blue cape was underneath him.
The man's long yellow hair was caked with red in spots and he had little cuts marring his face on both sides including around his slightly sunken in eyes, that even now gleamed with a slight light showing them to be an almost electric blue. Patches were torn out of the predominantly blue bodysuit he wore while only his right side showed the intact descending jagged lines of red and white outlining.
The man's left side looked horrible, almost like he had two massive holes where his lower chest and the beginning of where his stomach would be. His right hand looked almost charred black up to the elbow, and the left hand slightly past the wrist was the same and that was where Jack could clearly see what looked like a half of a silver vambrace, that little bit being what was left of the accessory.
Jack had to shake the shock of not only who he believed this to be, but the severity of the wounds. The training he had only said what to do, and he had never seen anything this bad up close on a person before.
Jack felt bile rushing up his throat but quickly shoved the feeling of sickness down, took two deep breaths and then grabbed what part of the cape was on the man but not on the wound and at one of the ripped seams started to rip at it so he could use it to try and fill/cover one of the wounds.
In that moment it struck Jack like a bolt of lightning.
It didn't matter if he kept it together (which he was barely doing), this man was going to die and there was nothing he was going to be able to do to stop it.
Jack was slowing falling into a deep pit of despair in his own mind when he felt it.
The man had grabbed him, albeit weakly; but none the less had grabbed his right hand with is trembling left one.
"Do…you…understand me?"
"YES" The answer had come so quick he actually screamed and immediately clamped over his own mouth because of the volume.
"Good. I…cough…don't... have long." The man was fading. He and Jack, both knew it.
"I can call someone…get help, let me…"Jack said as he went to move but the grip on his right hand became desperate.
The man looked at Jack then. He really looked at him and Jack knew he was judging his worth, his value, his ability.
"I…I'm…I'm begging…please…cough…take this…" His right hand came up to his hair with a strength and speed Jack didn't believe the Hero could possibly have right now and he plucked one hair from his head.
"Eat…this…cough…and… inherit my power." The look he was giving, the tone, everything from that moment would be burned in Jack's mind forever.
He knew he didn't have long, and he knew that he'd be gone in moments.
Jack felt... completely unworthy.
This man asking this of him…this was All Might. Toshinori Yagi. The Number 1 Hero in the My Hero Academia universe. The Holder of probably the greatest quirk/superpower ever…One for All.
A stockpile of unimaginable power that had been built up and preserved from hero to hero, being used to stand against the tyranny and evil of 'All for One' one of the only villains that if Jack was being honest terrified the hell out of him. 'All for One' could literally steal other people's powers and either keep them or give them to someone of his choosing, or even activate them through his own force of will. The man was an absolute powerhouse having stolen and innumerable number of quirks through history, but what truly set the man apart was an even simpler fact...the man was pure evil. He believed himself a God and believed that he should rule over all of society with his power and had done so successfully for a time.
And now... his enemy, one of the greatest Hero's in all of fiction was somehow right now laying before Jack, bleeding out, and he was offering his power to him. To an absolute nobody like him.
'But wait… What about Izuku? What about All Might's Earth? All Might looks young is All for One Here?! Is anyone else seeing this?!' Jack thought frantically as his mind started to reel.
'This is Insane. I can't do this…I could never be worthy of this. This pressure is too much...what do I do?!' Jack thought as he continued to have a mini freak out in his head.
The feeling in that moment was crushing. The feeling of being useless, and the feeling of the complete lack of faith in himself to ever be worthy of the offer left Jack feeling numb.
Let it not be said that he wasn't an introspective guy because he often would look inward (To be honest sometimes too much).
'Am I a good Dad, Am I a good Husband, Am I a good Son…Will I ever be good enough?'
People deal with depression and anxiety all the time, it's safe to say that most can conquer it.
In this moment, Jack didn't feel like he ever would, and he felt like all the doubt would swallow him.
'How did I get here? Where is here really? When is Now? What do I do?!'
All the questions…all the doubts…
"Please…cough... Be…Before…Before I'm Gone…"
…
And that was all it took. The doubt dissolved, and in its place a fire bloomed.
Jack wouldn't let the man down. He wouldn't.
"Okay"
Jack had always done what he'd needed to do, what was best; Or at least what he thought and felt was best, and he wasn't going to stop now.
'That's really all anybody can do right?'
Jack snatched the hair from All Might even though it was covered in blood and quickly scarfed it down. The taste was bitter and wrong on his tongue, and sadly familiar, because when you've swallowed blood before you realize the taste is very unique and could never ever be forgotten.
He needed to reassure him…
He needed to say something…
Anything…
Those were the thoughts that consumed Jack in that moment.
He'd be the only one he'd ever tell…
He made the decision in an instant…
Even if it was doctored, he needed to tell someone; and if anyone it was going to be this man since 1.) He was giving him this power, and 2.) HE deserved and needed to know, Jack had to give him some peace of mind here at the end. If he could offer anything it would be that the legacy of 'One for All' would continue so long as Jack drew breath.
"I promise you All Might…" The emotion in Toshinori's eyes was all Jack needed to know that he was still there with him and had heard him.
"I promise you…I will be the greatest hero I can be. I'll give it everything I have, and I'll do my best to save everyone with a smile...just like you. I'm gonna clench this fist…And I won't stop until I've found a Tenth holder worthy of it too…I Promise You." The words were said while tears leaked from his eyes.
Jack swore that he had never been a crybaby, not like Izuku Midoriya had been in the beginning, but in that moment seeing such a great man laid low he couldn't help it. This man who had bled and fought and was about to die for all the things that Jack too believed to be good and right. This man who had just trusted the future of the quirk "One for All" to him, a nobody, a total stranger... knowing that if he didn't it would be gone forever.
Toshinori gasped, whether it was from the pain or in recognition of what Jack had parroted that Nana Shimura had said to him years ago Jack would never know, but the moment after that… All Might did the only thing he had ever done better than saving another person's life.
He smiled.
Jack watched him close his eyes… and then he watched as the man's chest fell for the last time; all the while the tears kept coming as they streamed down his face.
Jack stayed like that for who knows how long, but when he finally came back to himself it dawned on him…
Had anyone seen that? Were there people around? He needed answers and fast. More importantly he had to get out of here before somebody pinned a murder on him, or worse started asking questions that he couldn't answer... but he couldn't just leave All Might Could he?
Jack placed Toshinori Yagi's hand back on his chest for the last time and then said a prayer to anyone or anything who would listen to take care of him… to make sure that he got to see Nana Shimura again, and then he quickly stood up and started to jog toward the boardwalk looking to see if anyone had been around or could have seen what transpired; hoping to all that not a soul had noticed.
It was about five feet from the stairs that lead up to the boardwalk when it happened, that Jack would forever after swear he had heard a whisper.
"Thank you"
Jack quickly spun around to address what sounded like someone standing right next to him saying the words, but then paused when he saw it. More specifically, her.
There was no more body. The lights from all around were illuminating the beach far out enough that even though it was a way up Jack could still see everything clearly, and yet when he looked back for All Might's Body, the blood, there was nothing there that could have told you that someone had died on that beach.
But there was something…more specifically, someone standing right where All Mights body had been.
It happened in a flash, and he swore that he was seeing things, but he knew that she had been there even though when he blinked she was gone.
If Jack was to be completely honest about it, the encounter had him terrified.
'Death.'
Jack knew what she looked like. She was honestly one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen on paper, and after the glimpse if it was real he now knew it to be true. Her skin could almost be called whiter than milk, if such a thing were possible. She'd been completely flawless, long raven black locks of hair traveling past her shoulders, eyes of shining obsidian, and a smile so pure that even though she was wearing black lipstick when her lips peeled back to show her immaculate white teeth, he felt weak in the knees. The Sandman comic had been an awesome read and had depicted her. A walking, talking, primordial force; dressed in plain black clothes, wearing an ankh, holding an umbrella. A Reaper with a kind heart… if you could believe such a thing was possible. He'd only found out about it because of him liking Constantine and stuff like it, but if he was really here... and that had just really happened?
'Oh boy…' Jack thought.
It was too much…The thoughts once again rushed upon him...
The world teetered off its axis.
And all Jackson Alan saw for a time afterward, was Blackness.
"You seem to have given him quite the scare there young Lady." A now whole but Transparent All Might said as he gazed at the form of his successor on the beach.
"Hehe, Oh I think he'll be just fine. Someone will be along to collect him in a moment actually. I can't just come and go like that without attracting a certain amount of attention after all, that being said I made sure it was someone of the Good variety." The Primordial forces eyes were keenly trained on the now 9th holder as she spoke.
"He knew me you know, knew things that I can't believe he knew…I'm not sure how, but I can tell you that his eyes were very old. Like he'd seen half a life already and was weighed down by it. But still... they were such kind eyes I just knew that I could trust him." The grief could be felt rolling off of the fallen hero as he said it, the turmoil of his soul laid bare for leaving the next holder of 'One for All' with no guidance.
"Yes…I'm sorry to say that there's a greater game afoot in this timeline in this universe, it was the reason for your meeting him actually... for either one of you even being here. I can't say much more because spoilers aren't appreciated, but I can tell you he is going to be a wonderful hero…there was really only one other choice and if it brings you any comfort you've already made that choice before Toshinori." The girl said with a smile up to the taller man.
"This is all very confusing." All Might said as he rubbed the back of his head.
"I imagine so…please just know that in this particular instance, these events as they've happened and he as the 9th bearer are necessary." This bit was said as if from a teacher to student while the primordial turned away from the now unconscious boy towards the ocean.
"It's a hero's job to look out for the greater well-being of the world... I can only hope he will be a Symbol of Peace like I was." All Might said as he turned in the same direction as Death.
"You needn't worry about that All Might Hehehehe…he'll do right by you and the other holders before you. I'd love to chat some more, but it really is time to go. Are you ready?" She said as she began to walk toward the water twirling her umbrella.
"Honestly no... but I don't seem to have a choice in the matter. According to you, my work is well and truly done…I just hope that he is alright with everything." The Hero turned to glance at his unconscious successor and then back to the now unknown before him filled with a sense of dread.
"No need for fear Toshinori, that man died during your battle. I took him to where he belongs already… and he will be getting a chance to try again as someone else and in a different place now; I imagine he'd hate me... if he could remember it that is."
"Oh...Well then, I guess that is my fate as well then huh?" All Might half asked, half stated with a bit of dejection.
"Of course not silly. You've earned your rest many times over already Toshinori Yagi. I believe that a certain someone is waiting to see you again and to congratulate you too... we probably shouldn't keep her waiting." Deaths shoulders were shaking from the giggles as she peered at the hero.
"Yes… you're right of course Lady Death. I'm looking forward to seeing my Master again."
'Goodbye…Young Jack…and Good Luck' Were All Might's last thoughts before following Death toward a now open portal to the hereafter.
"Come Along now Toshinori I'm late, quite late for an important date." Death stated as she walked slowly towards the portal.
Death peered over her shoulder one last time at the brown haired, brown eyed boy who had been a man just shortly earlier from another universe now slowly growing a power from an even farther universe all together inside of himself.
She could only adopt a small sad smile as she and one of the greatest hero's the multiverse had ever seen began to fade into the hereafter.
'Be safe Jack, and be strong. Your family will be watching over you…even if you can't see them. You can't even begin to imagine how proud of you they are. I know I am.'
With that final thought… Death and All Might The Symbol of Peace disappeared.
Within moments of Death and All Might's departure, a man appearing to be in his forties in a tan trench coat and fedora combo wearing dark pants and brown wing tips came down the pier, and proceeded to walk down the steps and came upon Jacks unmoving body.
He quickly flipped the boy onto his back and checked for a pulse, having found one he then moved onto a completely different methodology of inspection by taking a strange talisman out of his right coat pocket and used it to scan the young boy laying before him. Having found no spiritual irregularities but having discovered the small growth of power within the boy, the stranger made the only choice he felt logical at that time.
"Well Well Well, it would seem you have quite the story to tell don't you, my boy. I guess we'll have to see what you have to say for yourself when you wake, must be pretty important for one of the Endless to be getting themselves involved." The Stranger said as he placed one hand on the unconscious boy's chest after putting his amulet away.
"Ekat su ot ytefas"
The two were quickly consumed by a shimmering golden light, and just as quickly faded as though they had never been there at all.
Meanwhile the few people who had been walking along the quiet boardwalk at the wee hours of the morning continued about their comings and goings, having never noticed any of what had happened that morning at all.
NEW JERSEY - ATLANTIC CITY BOARDWALK/BEACH
September 5th, 2007. (0230/2:30 AM) EST.
And FIN! Wooo! Took me long enough, didn't it? Sorry that it took so long guys. I know that this chapter wasn't the best. I will be doing my best to go back and revise all the other chapters so that they are up to snuff and of the same formatting as my later chapters. When I began this fic, I hadn't written in years, and wrote THIS chapter in a bout of excitement at around 1-3 AM. First off, a Major thank you to my unofficial Beta's Darth Sauron, and Wolfling. They are two of my best friends, and I appreciate all that they have done for me through the creative process. Secondly, and no less importantly a massive thank you to Each and Every one of you! Thank you for faveing, following, and most of all reviewing this story. The next chapter is in fact in the works, and I can only apologize that it's taking so long. I want to get it right, and as such I can only post it when I'm ready. I hope that it lives up to expectations. I hope ya'll stick around. I also hope that everything is going well for all of you. Until next time, stay safe, happy, and most importantly healthy! Until then, this is Sojiro, Signing Off. Laters Gators!