Chapter 2: Medic(1)
Izuku needed to get out. His feet quickened as he moved, shuffling his books into his bag, and pulling his notebook into his chest. No matter what, he wanted absolutely no one to read this.
Especially the therapist the police had set him with.
Sounds trickled into his ears, jests and goads that bit at the back of his head. The sounds of the classroom echoing down the small school as he made his way out.
He made it to the small dirt courtyard at the back before they found him. More voices echoed from outside and inside, and Izuku wasn't good enough to dull both. Instead, he decided to listen to the least hurtful one.
"What's this? Where're ya going, ya stupid nerd?" It was a horrible insult, all things considered, and Izuku had half the mind to even wonder how they were even the same age.
Then again, they were ten, and the green-haired boy knew he wasn't the best of ten year old to be compared to. He still felt that they could do better. The voices in his head certainly did.
Still, the boy with tiny, bat-like wings wasn't done yet. Izuku could see that his tense silence only aggravated the bully, but he wasn't about to say that he was busy trying to hold back the voices from entering his thoughts. One of them was extraordinarily good at noticing when he let up.
However, the bully wasn't giving up. A couple of his friends jeered behind him, mocking the bat-winged boy for being stood up to by a weak looking transfer.
This reached it's climax as the bully forcefully tore into Izuku's hands, snatching his notebook despite the deathgrip he had on it. A startled cry came from his throat, and the bullies smiled as they found something that broke his self imposed silence. More of them came in to hold Izuku back as the one who snatched his book began to rifle through it.
His face twisted, squinting at whatever was written. "What the hell is this? Some other language? Did your parents not teach you Japanese?"
"No that's-" Izuku cut himself off. That was Riley's notebook. He needed that; only holding onto Riley's Quirk let him even understand. It would be forgotten otherwise. However, they wanted to see him squirm, but if they destroyed that...
All that occupied his thoughts was a woman currently in the ER, unconscious and unresponsive. Everytime she woke up it would be screaming. She seeked to harm; a berserker with a body capable of breaking bodies with ease.
Everytime he tried to finally help, they'd need to sedate her once more.
Izuku felt some of his control waver. He could feel their Quirks try to come to him, slinking from the back of his mind like parasites that finally found a host. He snapped back at them in a panic, holding off all but three.
"Fight them! Kill them! Let me feel the growth!" A maddening howl echoed along his thoughts. Along with it was an almost overwhelming sense of bloodlust and hunger that shook the young boy to his bones.
Behind it, there was a high-pitched voice that seemed to fail at trying to sound cute. "Aww, didn't you need that? They're not very nice."
Curiosity peeked through most of the voice, but the rest was madness. Grotesque images spilled into the back of his head so fast he only had time to gag at some of the things that made sense.
The last was slow to speak, but when they did Izuku shivered. It was an instinctive response he gathered from it. Like being encased in a thick coat of squirming insects and slime.
"Hello again, Izuku, It's nice to see you're doing well." There was nothing wrong with the way the voice spoke. In fact, it was almost like listening to silk and honey, engrossing and enticing.
Everything about it was geared to him. To let him feel comfortable and safe even when he knew beyond a reasonable doubt that it should be the opposite, and that's what scared him the most. Because it did.
"You're n- not real," he whispered to himself, trying to remember what the therapist's mantra was. "They're not real. Just as- aspects of your Quirk; drone them out like always. D- don't let them in."
The first voice was still screaming at the back of his head, ringing his ears as it roared. A few high-pitched questions rocked the rest of his thoughts; ranging from trying to find how Quirks work to how the supposed modifications to his mother went. They both were shuffled slowly to the background along with the feelings and images that each of them tried to enforce on him, becoming a fuzzy haze of noise.
Trouble spoke last, basically whispering into his ear as it left a few words before it disappeared to the others. "We're about as real to you as you are to us, Izuku. Do call back soon; some of us are quite bored."
A sort of buzzing silence took his thoughts. Breath left his lips in a huff, and tears were gathering in his eyes. It was as terrifying as the last time he let them through.
"Hey Midoriya! I'm here to pick you up!" The call broke him from his panic, and he looked up to find a blurry cop car with lights flashing. Whether that scared the bullies or his near panic attack from letting his walls down was the thing that drove them off, Izuku didn't care.
The fact that they had mercifully left his notebook behind was all that mattered.
He picked it up, gingerly paying attention to several crumpled and torn pages. A little tape would fix it, but he just hoped some of the chemistry equations and diagrams inside weren't too damaged.
After flipping through some of the important parts, he stuffed the notebook between two heavy textbooks in his bag. Something he felt he should've done in the first place.
Still, there were a great many things he should have done. Many he regrets and many he doesn't, but those thoughts would drive his therapist up a wall. They weren't natural. Just like his Quirk.
His probable savior was waiting in the car, a tense smile on his face as Izuku finally turned to him. Perhaps he had seen too much, or had acted too late only to see Izuku about to lose it, but the boy could definitely feel the tension surrounding him.
"T- thank you, sir." He said, voice stuttering. It was awkward to once know how to talk then fall back to his socially awkward self. Made him feel naked, but the Quirk -and personality that came with it- were things that the boy didn't like bringing any closer.
The officer nodded. "No problem. How are you feeling?" He tensed, hand roaming a bit to the side pocket of his door.
Izuku saw it. The action wasn't meant to be hidden, though. It was more for the policeman's sake than Izuku's; a shot of adrenaline that would hope to counteract the mind controlling Quirk he showed.
There really was no fault to anyone for being so jittery. Izuku kept finding more about his new Quirks every time, and that only served to increase their wariness as they figured his mind controlling Quirk alone had a possibility of being permanent. All that meant was that Izuku had probably seen every single member of the police force after two years.
"How was school?" The officer of today asked suddenly, pulling down the road towards the hospital.
"The same. I d- don't think we need to transfer a- again, though."
"Really?" The man's pitch squeaked a little, flinching a bit at how Izuku glanced at him.
Green hair trembled as he sighed, tension dripping out of him as he saw the man's face. It was the same one that reminded him that his dream was dead. All he wanted now was to fix his mom. "Yes, I… I don't want to keep moving around. T- this is the fifth school this year."
"Right, right, I'll get on it. The chief with will be informed." Cars zoomed by as the police spent a few moments too long at the light. "You won't try to use two Quirks at once again, right?"
This time Izuku flinched. "No…"
A nod was all the officer gave him, focusing then on the road. He never really said more for the rest of the trip, and Izuku knew it would be like that. If it wasn't for the personalities attached to them, his new Quirks would have made him a powerhouse of heroic proportions.
Now though, he was just a kid with a possibility of becoming a monster.
They reached the hospital a couple minutes later, pulling up alongside an open entrance for another two policemen to escort him. Disinfectant and lemon met his nose, but he had long grown used to those smells. The hallways were the thing that he hadn't.
It was the fourth hospital they moved to, hoping that a newer one would have better defenses against the berzerk woman. A fanciful idea, but one Izuku was guilty of.
After a particularly long hallway, Izuku entered a door with 'Inko Midoriya' on the plaque outside. His breathing hitched for a second as he walked in, eyes finding the woman who he once knew as his mom just laying there, unmoving except for the rise and fall of her chest.
Several other machines had been hooked up to her, beeping and whirring. Everything was positive, Izuku knew; he had heard enough of them over the years as well as retained enough of Riley's knowledge to actually understand what everything meant. It was a sobering thought. That he learned more from those… people than he had by himself.
Perhaps it was just his age making the difference, but Izuku didn't really have anyone close enough to compare to. There had been one. Though, he had had to leave in accordance to the terms of his small punishment.
"Good afternoon, Izuku, how are you today?" A woman sat in a chair near his mother, the kindest smile he had seen all day on her face. There was another in the room, a pro hero he hadn't seen before, but they were young enough that they hadn't had much time on the TV.
Izuku felt his features loosen up, a smile finally reaching his face. Despite all his problems, the horrible voices in his head, and the potential villain most of the policemen saw in him, heroes always were something close to his heart. The woman across from him was now a second to his mother.
"H- hello, Miss Hikiru, I'm fine." Though, it might have been the small crush the boy was developing on the blonde haired woman across from him. She had been kind, understanding, and hadn't run the second he lost control during his sessions. Everything a young, impressionable boy wanted.
The smile the woman sent him put butterflies into his stomach. "That's good. I'm glad you're going to school again. Tell me about your time there."
"O-oh okay, well I've been trying to understand some of R- Riley's Quirk. It doesn't conform to modern medicine, a- and I think that some of the things that come to mind don't really match up to our laws of chemistry oor biology. Maybe it works of a different scale than norm-"
"Izuku," the boy stopped rambling as Miss Hikiru called out. "Don't tell me you are using your Quirk in class instead of paying attention."
Green met red as Izuku's face turned a few shades darker, his eyes finding the floor much more appealing. "N- no, I mean, I've g- gotten better at not… losing to o- one."
"Really?" Miss Hikiru leaned in, one arm propped against her knee and hand folding on her chin. She gave a look to the hero standing nearby, and he nodded slightly before she turned back to Izuku. "Show me."
The boy nodded, happy to finally show his crush something. They had only been talking, and he had never used his Quirk. Talked about it? Sure. Theorized about it? More often than Izuku could count.
However, while she had shown interest in his abilities, his inability to actively hold onto one long enough to do anything stopped them in their tacks. He had always felt sad that he couldn't show her when it seemed like she really wanted to see what happened.
So now, Izuku closed his eyes and fell into his mind. It was blurry, but his original Quirk was still there, in his head. Whatever happened during the process of gaining the new ones had somehow crippled it to only being able to push and pull on the nine in his head.
He found himself in a pictured world of inky blackness, himself a dull green sphere in the center of whatever universe his mind conjured up. Connected to him by long green chains that extended into the darkness were the nine.
They were far from him. Their voices scraping against the walls of his mind like incessant tigers caught in a trap, and Izuku feared what would happened should he let all those tigers out. Instead, he pushed more, forcing all of them till he could barely hear the ones that did talk.
Finished with that, the boy reached out, feeling around the corners of his mind for the correct one. He passed one that was a bubbling pink and red, constantly changing in response to anything and everything. It screeched and roared at him, and Izuku could tell that somehow it hated being like this. Being locked away without struggle. Still, he passed it, looking for the one he needed.
Another was a perfect sphere, enclosed in such a way that there were no seams. Some faint buzzing always seemed to come from it as he passed. There was a sort of calm rage in it; a purposeful anger that spelled nothing good. It was one of the silent ones, though, and Izuku was always hesitant to pull on it. He felt as if there was a trap waiting for him if he did.
The next one he passed was fire. A roiling mass of insanity and flame that never seemed to end. It didn't scream at him as his senses passed; all it did was blaze brighter, challenging and pleading him in the same way a child did.
A crystal was next. Crinkling in what he could only see as disgust when he grew closer. Sheets of what looked to be glass pulling over itself as it suddenly cracked, and a ear splitting scream rang in his head the next.
Another silent one, Izuku noted. It was sleeping, shifting almost like a tear in the space of his head. Almost languidly, it felt him pass, shifting in a way that promised harm should he draw near. Safe to say, Izuku pushed that one as far from him as possible.
"Hello again, Izuku."
The boy shivered, pausing only to push that one away again. He didn't need to look at it or care for that one; it wasn't worth the effort.
He found another that thrummed and sang with different tones, asking and prodding in ways that struck his heartstrings. They were lies. One only had to look at the grotesque and ruined surface of the thing to know. And Izuku pushed it before he wanted to talk to it.
There was only two left, a silent one and one that vibrated with excitement. He steered clear of the monochrome one; its surface flickering like static, but nary a sound came from it. It was watching him, waiting, and it was the only one Izuku felt he had no control over. A loose cannon that would take control rather than the other way around.
It was dangerous, but Izuku had been around them for the past four years, pushing them so he could maintain some semblance of sanity. His powers had been shrunk to just pushing and pulling. These new so called 'expressions' of his Quirk were something he had no clue of.
Though, that didn't matter now. All the boy focused on was slowly pulling the Quirk that was a mismatch of wires, metal, and giggling flesh closer to himself. At the same time, he pushed all the rest as far away as possible.
A simple concept, sure. All he had to do was push and pull at the same time, but that's exactly where he kept hitting snags.
Doing more than one action at once was like trying to walk onto oncoming traffic while only being able to look forwards and use your peripherals to see oncoming cars. He could see them coming, but at the same time, if he wasn't careful, it would already be too late.
He felt Riley's Quirk close in on him slowly, and he finaly felt his mind open up. Knowledge of sciences he didn't know, schematics of super viruses, specifics of human augmentation, and everything in between were being fed into his brain. Izuku clutched his head in the real world, feeling a throbbing headache at it all.
However, as he held tight to the connection and pushed the other away, he couldn't help but smile. Finally, he could hold one without losing himself in trying to keep the rest away.
"Wow! This is cool! I can finally see, and feel things!" A sing song voice chirped in his head, images of butchered bodies flashing as she spoke.
Izuku nearly gagged again, but held onto his links as well as his stomach. He had forgot that pulling one this close let him experience their every insane thought. Or probably the ones that they wanted him to see. Still, it was a victory he would take.
His eyes finally opened to find Miss Hikiru smiling back at him, and Izuku finally smiled back. "I did it!"
"That's good, Izuku." She laughed, her hand falling into her pocket for a moment as she fiddled with something. "I'm happy for you."
Izuku nodded, finding happiness in actually accomplishing something. He took in his mother's sleeping form, and finally… finally, a solution worked its way into his head. The solution seeming so easy that he felt horrible for not even thinking of it sooner.
As he moved, Riley spoke in the back of his head. "Hey! Why are you moving? I wanna be in control! This isn't fair!"
That was impossible, Izuku wanted to say. He had failed enough times to know that there was absolutely no way of them taking over his body, and all he was worried about was the insanity and headache that not keeping them in check would cause.
However, as Riley began metaphorically thrashing around in his head, he panicked. Not because his previous thoughts were void, but because he could feel his control of her Quirk slipping. The information in his head seemed to be flowing out faster the further she broke away from him until the rest of the nine rushed him again.
Tears nearly sprung up into his eyes as he forced all of them to the back of his head. They pretty much slammed into his mental walls with metaphysical crashes that rang out into the darkness of his mind.
Apparently his distraught was visible as Miss Hikiru looked at him, her hand twitching towards her pocket. "Did something happen?"
"... yeah. I-" there was a knock on the door, heavy and purposeful. The wood shook a little as they entered a second later.
A massive man stood in the doorway, bulging muscles trembled with uncontained power as he moved. His eyes were a piercing blue, staring into Izuku like he knew the boy, and what he saw was only the very best. Blonde hair topped the man's head, folding into two gravity defying locked that looked almost like rabbit ears.
"I Am Here…" he coughed a bit as Miss Hikiru 'shushed' him, harshly drawing out the reprimand. "I mean, I have come to check on you, Midoriya-boy. How are you? I can only believe good things about you!"
The mountain of a man paused as he noticed the clearly down boy, and the clear water almost streaming from his eyes. Izuku's face was twisted in disappointment, bitten lips and hardened frown. It was a face not fit for a boy his age.
"Did I… miss something?" Izuku learned that All Might sometimes had no tact.
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