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(A/N): This idea came to me last night, and I wanted to write it. Enjoy!
New (A/N): So uh I'm gonna go through this and rewrite it a bit as I feel I progressed it too fast, so enjoy the semi-rewrite. Don't progress past chapter 3!
I don't own anything.
-Musutafu, UA High School-
It was on the day of the UA Sports Festival that everything changed. Now, the change was subjective really as it didn't affect these so-called ' Heroes,' that the world has dubbed them as, but it was significant enough to change one person for now. The reason for this change was casually sitting on top of the dome for the sports festival. A man dressed in brown Buddhist robes, a bald man with unknown archaic symbols plastered all over his head, though only two stick out, one on his forehead and the other behind his head.
Unknown as to what they mean, the man watched as the festival continued, bored if his expression was anything to go by. He looked over all the 'Heroes' with contempt in his eyes; in reality, they shouldn't have been called Heroes considering they were paid for their actions; alas, that is what happened in this universe. His eye's flickered on over to the two new children who came up on stage, a green-haired boy and a half red and half white-haired girl.
The boy was someone he had been watching over for years; the kid intrigued him if he was honest...something hard to do if you took into account his age. An enigma, so to speak, one that the man knew would elevate his boredom, how to go about it was the problem. Being alive for so long had its benefits after all, especially since he was an unknown in this universe...or well, in all universes. A constant is what he was, something unique which was in itself frustrating.
One of the only beings to be a constant in reality, in time itself though sadly he couldn't claim to be the first and only one but enough about that. He was here on a mission to help him pass the time, and the green-haired boy would help him; after all, with his powers, there were an uncountable amount of things he could do. Finishing that thought, the man continued watching the two kids fight, a bit aggravated at the girl's actions.
She didn't want to use the other half of her abilities, disregarding not only her potential but the safety of those who would rely on her. 'Oh, my father abused me oh woe is me ah sorry I can't use my power because I'm wanna spite my father.'
Nonsense. Utter and complete nonsense. Sure, your father hurt you, but you not using 'his' ability to spite him is idiotic. What was she gonna do if someone died because she didn't want to use her fire, complain? Make excuses for why someone's child was dead when her fire could have been used to melt whatever was holding him in place, then blame it on her father? She could have just not been a hero; that would have angered her father far more than the temper tantrum she was having.
Though it's not like her opponent was any better, bullied, self-confidence issues (not sure why ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ) ) , intelligent yet unable to figure out his fucking abilities, and to top it all off the kid thought he could rush himself. Like is he seriously this stupid? You want to help people, but every other second of the day, your halfway breaking your body, causing yourself to deteriorate rapidly, and then does it all over again...this kid must have hit his head on a rock at some point or another. Guess the explosions did cause damage to his head.
Getting more annoyed as he watched the fight, the man began a short mediation exercise; he already knew what abilities he would give the boy, though it wasn't going to be pretty. For example, if the kid thought he knew pain, he would need a rain check, the boy had the quirk to handle it, but it was going to hurt...a lot. Especially the first couple he was going to unlock right away after he was done with him, a sickening grin appeared on the man's face as the girl finally used her fire; oh, he was going to enjoy breaking the kid in front of her.
After all, what better way to say she was powerless than making her witness it with her own eyes, some feet away from the kid. Slowly the man stood up and then walked off the dome, falling to the stage.
-o-
Nezu frowned; a man had just appeared on the stage during one of the most important fights for his students. While annoyed that someone dared to attack when UA was at its most powerful considering all the heroes here, he had concluded that the man wasn't that bright if he was going to attack now. He looked over at Eraser, the man in question looking at the bear...mouse...rat thing as if looking for a signal.
He gave it as he moved his paw to press on the red button next to him, a smile on his face, hoping to show the world that UA was not to be trifled with. That all lasted for 5 seconds before he couldn't move his body, he was physically straining to push the button, but nothing was working; he couldn't move. It was here that a feeling of dread came over him as the man finally landed, and turned his head towards the camera, a sickening smile plastered onto his face.
Now Nezu knew...he knew that the man was taunting him, making the creature narrow its eyes at the man who turned around to look at the boy in question, Midoriya Izuku.
Aizawa wasn't doing any better; while the man may not show it, he cared for all of his students, even the problem child who at this moment locked eyes with the man in monk clothing. He also couldn't move, which angered the man, his quirk activating, hoping for some semblance to appear and allow him to move, yet there was none. Oh, sure, he could move his head, but his body just sat in the chair. Looking over to Present Mic, he could see the sweat dripping down his body as he, too, couldn't move.
"E-eraser..." he said quietly.
"I know..." he responded, frustrated.
-o-
Inko didn't know what to do. Her baby was fighting a girl that was seemed super strong and was somehow winning. She just sat there crying tears of joy as Mitsuki laughed at her while Masaru was making lunch. Her tears, however, left when she saw the man appear on the stage. Mitsuki as well stopped her laughter while her husband came back to the living room.
She watched in abrupt shock as the man cracked his shoulders and did some light stretches for about a minute. Then, turning towards her best friend, she could see that the woman was distraught, "Mitsuki..." Inko sobbed as she did so.
Mitsuki just looked at her in worry before turning back to the screen as the camera zoomed in on the man's face. She could see that something was about to happen, and she was not going to like it.
-o-
"Sensei, I thought you said we shouldn't attack the festival." Tomura drawled out angrily.
"I know, the hero presence would be too great to do so. Though it looks like someone didn't get the memo." All for One said, anger emitting off of him. His son was fighting which was why he was angry; this man was an unknown, and for him to just appear like that meant one thing only, that either he was strong or very dumb. However, he was angry and very uncomfortable, seeing how the man chose this moment to appear.
Either he was after Todoroki, or the man was an enemy from long before and was here to attack his son for his crimes. All for One clenched his fists as the machine next to him began beeping, signaling to him that he needed to calm down.
"Kurogiri, get whatever information we can on this person. Information is key to find out what we need." AFO stated.
"Yes, sir." was what came from a man in purple smoke. AFO eyes stared piercingly as the man began speaking, already knowing something was about to happen, something that would make him rage.
-o-
Back where the man landed, Izuku was nervous, his eyes darting everywhere as the man did some light stretching. He saw that Shoko was just as confused as he was, though that only lasted till she could him staring, as she stood tall the next second.
Izuku looked up to where Midnight should have been, only for his eyes to widen as the veins on her head were visible; she was shaking from what he could see and seemed to be visibly straining against her costume. It here that he knew something was wrong as the man was staring right at him; he began sweating profusely, seeing as how the man's eyes were trained on him.
He saw the man snap his hands as a wall appeared behind him. His lips parted about to ask the man a question but were beaten to it as Shoko demanded to know what he was doing here. "Who are you!? Don't you know where you are?"
"Of course I know, child, but it matters not as I've come bearing gifts for one person only," he said before moving his eyes back to Izuku, who was sweating even more now.
"I-I don't know you, sir..." Izuku nervously said as the man smiled.
"You don't need to know me right now as you will in due time; for now, however, what you need to know is that I want to spar right now. It'll allow me to know what I need to gift to you first though I already have an idea." the man sounded out.
Izuku's brows furrowed, "Ummm...why couldn't you have just watched the-," he said before being kicked hard in the chest, flying to the concrete wall cracking it. Izuku began coughing heavily as spit and saliva came out of his mouth as he fell to his knees.
Shoko reacted quickly, trying to encase him in ice, but it stopped short of her target as her body wouldn't move. She tried to flex her ability, straining so much that her nose began to bleed a bit. The man then turned towards her, "I'd stop that if I were you, no need to burst a blood vessel over something so trivial," before walking back to Izuku. Her's eyes darkened as she glared at his retreating form. It wasn't until a second later that a primal sense of helplessness encompassed her, tears beginning to fall down her face.
"Now then, Izuku, let's continue," he said. As Izuku looked up at him, grinding his teeth together to help mask the pain, he was in. Hurriedly he propped himself up and began to charge One for All into his fingers before flicking at the wannabe monk. The resounding blast destroying much of the ground as he did so, grimacing just a little bit, feeling his broken fingers biting at him.
As the smoke cleared, Izuku stared agape at the man who hadn't been moved from his position. He had a bored look on his face, sighing for about a second and then disappearing. Thinking quickly, Izuku began searching for him,
*Nyoom*
Only to be too late as he appeared in front of him, his eyes widening as he punched at the man, who caught it and proceeded to break his fingers. A sickening crunch resounded throughout the entire stadium as Izuku's scream of pain enveloped it. The bone of his fingers being visible as the man began his brutal assault on Izuku, proceeding to kick at Izuku's kneecap, shattering it, causing his leg to move outward. His scream dying as he fell, the man laid into the boy, delivering a heavy knee kick to his head, causing it to bounce against the concrete wall.
He then threw a right hook to the boy's head, making him hit the wall once again; before grabbing him and lifting him, continuing his assault, he kicked into Izuku's chest, another crack resounding across the stadium as Izuku's chest caved in. A dull sound of pain echoing from his throat as the man carried on his attack, throwing a right hook and a straight punch at his head before finally grabbing his head and slamming it into the wall.
Stopping his assault, Izuku's body fell forward, slowly bleeding out, the boy whimpering and crying. Tears cascading down his bloodied face as the man picked him up by his shirt and dragged him.
-o-
Aizawa was pissed...no he was enraged, and he wasn't the only one. Nezu, All for One, All Might, and all other heroes watched as the man beat Izuku to death. Even heroes from other countries couldn't contain themselves as they took out their rage on villains that didn't have a clue as to what was going on. Inko just cried herself to sleep, Mitsuki and Masaru holding her as they watched Izuku be brutally harmed.
The boy that wanted to help save people, the one who wanted to do it with a smile on his face, now almost giving up. Izuku's classmates watched in horror as they witnessed their shy classmate tango with death itself. Ochako couldn't help herself and burst into tears while Katsumi just watched.
'Deku...' was all she could think of. None of them could move just like everyone else because if she could, she'd run to him. This was what she had feared when she was young, and now she was reliving it all over again.
Nezu was now at the edge of his seat, shaking, angry at his inability to do anything. Becoming even more frustrated as the man began to speak.
-o-
"These are your heroes in training?' the man announced, 'Pitiful. The best of the best, Go Beyond, Plus Ultra, is UA's motto, right~. HA, what a load of shit." He laughed uproariously. He could feel the hate and contempt of many of the heroes, though sadly, only a few cared about the boy. That made him mad, heroes they call themselves, yet they couldn't even be bothered by the injured boy, already writing him off as useless. Which was not true; the boy was tenacious; he'd give him that, something he loved when he fought people. None of these heroes could have handled what he just did to the boy, except possibly four people in the entire world.
Though he already knew about them, All Might, All for One, Miruko, and possibly Endeavor were the only ones that could, and seeing as the little cinnamon roll in his hands was about dead, the man knew he needed to act fast. But, before proceeding with his act, he shook his head in contempt before looking at the boy and discretely made a small incision at his neck, and began moving many of the abilities he wanted to kid to have. It was a delicate process since he had to create and integrate the abilities foundations in the boy's body, making no one the wiser.
Finishing his task, he watched as the boy's body corrected itself a bit, making sure not to leave any lasting scars, before lifting the boy, making sure the camera could see him and proceeded to pull out both of Izuku's eyes. The boy screaming as he did so, the gruesome action being broadcasted across the nation and everywhere else that was watching. Quickly he moved more abilities into them before he slammed Izuku down onto the floor, his eyes back in his sockets as he passed out.
-o-
All for One saw red. The man stood up as the tubes connecting to his mask were ripped out of their sockets. His body bulged in his chair as his anger took hold of him, the machine beside him beeping loudly before he destroyed it in a blind fury. The man's many quirks flaring into action as he moved to the door, smashing it so he could leave. He was stopped, however, by Dr. Garaki, his lead scientist on his pet projects.
"You're not healthy to be moving just yet...any further strain to yourself will just hurt you more." the doctor mentioned to him.
All for One glared menacingly at him, "Oh...and you expect me to just leave my son on that stage half dead?!" the air racing as one of his quirks activated.
The doctor huffed, "No, the boy will be fine; with Recovery Girl there at most, the boy will have some scars. His eyes, on the other hand, should be back inside his sockets. I believe the man intentionally did that to scare those watching; he surgically removed them, and if you were a surgeon, you'd be able to tell the boy will still have functioning sight."
The doctor's eyes narrowed, "It looked as if he did that purposefully, so someone could catch it if they had the experience, which almost no one does."
Izuku's father controlled his breathing, "So you're saying he'll be okay..." the man said in a whisper.
"Yes. The boy will be fine; just stay strong for him." All for One nodded as he went back to sit down; the doctor breathed out a sigh of relief as he fell to the ground, the conversation taking more out of him than he thought.
AFO put his hands together in contemplation as his quirk began to go into overdrive at his helplessness. It was just like during the beginning of quirks when the woman he loved died as he watched the murderer defile her body. The death of his baby that was in her, the death of his parents, the death of his niece who was in school before it blew up. He relieved every single memory as his quirk blazed with power, his healing quirks healing the damage that All Might had done. However, the man didn't pay any attention to it.
Toshinori was not as lucky; he didn't have anyone to calm him down, his puffed-up appearance strained against whatever the man had set up. His eyes glowed dangerously, just like how they had all those years ago. He was having flashbacks, images, and emotions of how he had felt all those years ago when he decided to never be helpless again. It was just like Nana all those years ago, the rage he felt at his inability to help her, the anger that he used as fuel against the man who took her away. Now the rage had made a comeback. Years of bottled-up frustration rearing its ugly head as he watched his successor get used like a ragdoll.
It was here that something inside of him changed; the former small flame of One For All blazed with the passion of a thousand suns. He could feel it as the quirk slowly mended his body from his previous injuries, the change happening as the man's rage consumed him.
The former monk smiled as he sensed the change in both men; now, it'll be fun to stick around.
He then looked around at everyone and shook his head; "It would seem that my time here is done," he commented with a wave of his hand, allowing for the enormous pressure on everyone present to cease. It took but a moment for many heroes to realize that they could move again and they soon moved into action. All Might jumped and soared on over to get to him furious, while Eraser and Midnight had jumped from their locations and ran to get Izuku; Eraser had his eyes trained on the man, his quirk working on overdrive before slowly the man began disappearing before any of the heroes got to him in time. The sound of someone laughing dissipating into the wind.
Everyone watched as the man disappeared, the audience in the stands quiet. The heroes looked defeated as Eraser ran with Izuku in his arms, hoping he wasn't too late.
One Week Later
About a week had passed since that faithful day, and Izuku was still unconscious (though not for long). Many students couldn't focus on their work, many of them reliving what had happened in their dreams. Because of the incident, internships had been suspended until further notice for many students, even for students who go to other schools. A new policy had been enacted, allowing the school to create dorms for the students, making it mandatory to stay there to better 'protect' the next generation, as the commission had put it.
The hunt for the man had been ongoing, but no one was getting any leads; a cold death trail was what it felt like too many of the heroes and police, one that they would never be able to solve, it'd seem.
Recovery girl had indeed helped stabilize Izuku through many extensive procedures, and he had come out on top, with much of the damage just being scarring, which shocked her and Inko. Unfortunately, she wouldn't know about his eyesight until he woke up. However, with some basic tests, Izuku would hopefully still be able to see. Inko had been inconsolable throughout Izuku's procedure, wishing by some miracle that it was a dream.
Mitsuki and Masaru had taken a break from their work, making sure that Inko would eat as the woman had lost an extreme amount of weight during the week. Taking her to therapy sessions where she'd just break down, along with Mitsuki, who under all her tough demeanor cried as well.
When Katsumi had gotten the okay to come home, she was pulled into a hug as her parents cried their hearts out. Everyone from schools across the globe had the same thing happen to them, and many relationships had gotten better because of it.
Ochako had run to her parents the second she saw them, with many other students mimicking her behavior. Iida was hurt twice that day, first with his brother and then with Izuku, which he had conveyed to Hound Dog, making it mandatory that all students seek therapy and counseling.
It was a little bit later in the day when Izuku stirred in his sleep, opening his eyes as the light seemed to blind him. He groaned as he rubbed them before slowly sitting up on the bed, his body aching. His head hurt so much, even more than what he thought was physically possible, which was compounded when he opened his eyes once more, the light hurting him even more. Slowly he opened them up as his expression changed; he blinked rapidly as if in disbelief.
He watched as colors he could never even thought of flickered in front of him, shocked. Looking down onto the blankets made him freeze as his sight zoomed in on the fabric. He looked at the tiny microscopic organisms squirm before his sight turned back to normal before something grabbed his attention, a baby's cry. He turned his head as his vision blurred past the wall that blocked him from seeing the little one.
Izuku stood up from the bed, and walked to the window, and stared directly at the sun, and took a heavy breath of air as he felt the sun's rays wash over him. Then his head began to pound a bit as he started to hear everything. The sounds that whales and dolphins make, the sound of someone talking hundreds of miles away, the earth's formation as the tectonic plates shifted just a bit. It was just too much...and then it wasn't.
Did he feel good? No. He felt great. He gazed into the mirror, seeing his reflection then turn into just the muscular system, then the skeletal system, then the cardiovascular system; he watched as he moved, seeing everything move with him. Izuku, for some odd reason, didn't feel grossed out. Instead, he felt...happy. Happy to understand, happy to learn, happy to...experience these weird sensations.
So he moved back to his bed and began to understand just what had happened to him. The beat down that had occurred was vivid in his mind, yet it felt so far away, and though he knew the man could still do the same to him now, he felt...he'd be able to dish out much of the same. It was intriguing to learn about just what had happened to him, even more so though when he started to float.
Here Izuku smiled as he floated in the air, a bit giddy as he did so. He could feel the airbrush against his skin as he smiled like a kid in a candy store. Then, a gasp gained his attention as he turned to the person in question.
Inko looked at her son as he moved about in the air, tears swelling up as she watched him look at her and tilt his head cutely. "Hi, mom!" her baby boy said as she collapsed onto the ground crying.
Izuku felt uncomfortable as he saw his mom cry, tears of his own beginning to spill out of his eyes as well, once he noticed how unhealthy she looked. Slowly he floated to her and picked her up as she looked at him through her tears.
Seeing his face, Inko pulled him into her chest, tears of joy now beginning to seep out as she choked on her tears. "It okay," Izuku said as he brushed his mom's hair out of the way, letting her hug him for all he was worth. He didn't try to hug back as he felt weird at the moment, but he knew that soon, he would.