Chapter 1: Seeds of Sorrow
A/N: Hey reader's we're finally here! After so long, the reboot is here! Now, I won't bore you all and prevent you from reading, especially since I made this chapter extra long for you guys. I wasn't happy with abruptly cutting it off halfway. However, I realized I couldn't add line breaks on Web Novel. Weird, right? So, I decided to just keep them out it was not like I really had a choice. If you have any trouble understanding the switch between dialogue in the chapter, just let me know and I'll happily edit it to make it clearer for you all. So without further ado enjoy!
Part 0: Prologue
At the dawn of time, when chaos reigned and the fabric of reality was yet unformed, the absolute being emerged. This towering entity, dressed in white robes with golden plating aligning the top section of his clothing with long silver hair like the finest silk and skin as pale as snow, possessed empty yellow eyes that held the weight of existence itself. From the void of darkness, he shaped the shadows forging the monarchs who would wield power over the unknown and chaos.
From the brilliance of light, he created the rulers, celestial eyes tasked with maintaining balance and order across the universe. For a fleeting moment, his golden gaze flickered as his ashy lips curled into a smile, savoring the bittersweet sensation of despair he had orchestrated.
Before the rise of monarchs and rulers, ancient entities known as the observers were crafted to perceive the unfolding cosmos. These beings stood as vigilant sentinels, guarding against the encroaching darkness and chaos, ever watchful of formidable forces threatening the very essence of reality. Bound to their purpose, the observers ensured the delicate balance remained intact.
Yet, as time flowed, tension brewed between the rulers and monarchs, their fates intertwined in an eternal struggle for supremacy over worlds yet to come. In this vast tapestry of power and conflict, a new thread was about to be woven.
In the quiet shadows of an alley, a young man named Izuku Midoriya stirred from a beating, his fragile body marred by blood and wounds, unaware that fate was aligning for his awakening. Laying on the cold pavement, tears streamed down his dirt-streaked cheeks, his mouth quivering as chilly winds pierced through the air. Overhead, dark gray clouds loomed, blocking the sun and unleashing a torrential downpour, as thunder cracked ominously in the distance.
As he pounded his fist into the ground in a fit of rage, blood mingled with rainwater, creating a haunting scene of despair. At that moment, the seeds of destiny were ready to blossom, the echoes of the past preparing to shape his uncertain future. Darkness loomed, and the stage was set for a new era one that would challenge the very essence of heroism and unveil threats greater than ever, emerging from the depths of despair.
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Part 1: Seeds of Sorrow
In a somber and desolate alley, a young man by the name of Izuku Midoriya lay on the hard cold pavement as tears streamed down his dirty freckle-spotted cheeks. His mouth quivered and his body trembled as the chilling winds cut through the air. His teeth gritted together grinding and turning as his hairs stood on end.
There was not a ray of sunlight to be found as the dark grey clouds loomed over the skies, casting a depressing shadow over the alley. The boy's sobs echoed throughout the dingy alley, twisting and merging with the melancholic sounds of the environment. His heart throbbed as he heaved gasping for air, for comfort yet only the gripping pains of loneliness acknowledged the boy's suffering.
His fists scraped, dripping blood as he continuously hammered them against the pavement as he wept. His fists slammed to the ground repeatedly with each strike his knuckles grew raw and numb and his arms grew tired, but the boy never stopped, as if he wished to shatter the ground beneath him.
"Why?" THUMP. "WHY?" THUMP. "WHY, DAMN IT?" Why is it always me? Why am I the one cured to live like this to live through this continuous cycle of pain, suffering, and futility? I never asked to be born like this. To be a defect in their eyes yet no matter how many times I tried. How many times I struggled I never was able to change, I was never able to acquire a quirk like everyone else.
His fist continued to hammer the cold, unforgiving pavement, each impact reverberating through his bones.
A sinister giggle echoed faintly almost imperceptible against the backdrop of his anguish.
'Hehe…My poor little Izuku…'
The world around him seemed cold and distant as if he was getting separated from reality hearing only the constant beating of his heart and the slamming of flesh on concrete with every swing of his arm. The pain he felt only grew as he started to cry out towards the dark grey skies.
"Haha, it's funny really. Fate, Luck, God, do they even exist in a world like this? A world where people born like me are treated worse than trash because of how we're born into it. We never asked, we…I never even asked to be born in the first place," Izuku asked through gritted teeth as tears poured down his cheeks.
Suddenly, as if resonating with his feelings, the clouds started to rumble and flash as bright streaks of thunder crackled in the air like blue fireworks twisting in merging with the boy's emotions.
Soon the air became moist, and almost suffocating the rain began to pour soaking his damaged and trembling body. Looking toward the sky with his red, wet eyes, Izuku could only cry out louder, almost trying to match the ferocity of the raging thunder. The raindrops soon merged with his tears as if nature were mourning with him. As the droplets hit his cold and battered body he again felt the chilling breeze of the wind.
As Izuku's voice started to strain from the excessive screaming, a voice he was all too familiar with cut through the storm, causing Izuku to shiver. His eyes dilate, his hair to stand on end, and his breath to get caught in his throat.
'Oh, little Izuku are you hurt? Do you feel pain? Is it unbearable?' The voice sounded demonic yet also feminine its words sounded concerned however dripped with mockery.
The sinister laugh grew louder, more distinct. 'Hehe…hehe…yes, cry for me, wail for me hehe..hehe. Your suffering is so…delectable.'
As his ears caught word of the voice his body shuddered once more. His fist finally ceased their assault on the ground. The voice continued to taunt him, revealing in his suffering as its continuous laughter rained in his ears drowning out even the sounds of the rain and thunder which still roared in the backdrop almost like two twin dragons were clashing in the skies above.
At that moment, Izuku felt truly isolated from reality, chained to a chair unable to move, unable to look away as he was tormented, trapped in a battle between the voice in his head and the relentless pain in his heart.
"No stop!" "Stop!" "GET OUT!" "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" Izuku screamed, clutching his head in pain as his mangled body would squirm on the ground like a worm. The laughter only grew from the feminine voice as she watched Izuku rive in pain for her to stop to free him from his torment.
Izuku tried to breathe out to caress his face, desperately trying to touch something real to feel warmth in his cold despair. He wished to pretend it wasn't real that he wasn't hearing her voice in his head again, that he was just in the comforting embrace of his mother. But doubt crept in the corners of his thoughts as he questioned himself. "What should I do? What would he do? Why isn't he here? What happened to him? I wish…I wish he was here with me!"
Izuku's head would start to ache as he would grit his teeth trying to ignore the pain he was feeling. Touching his ears he would attempt to hum a familiar tune from his childhood from a time when life was peaceful and where he didn't know of the cruelty that was society.
"Hummm~"
However, it didn't work. His heart beat like a drum as if wanting to burst from his chest. The voice only snickered more. 'You know he's never coming back. He left because of you. You're the reason he's gone. You're weak, insignificant, you're just a pest he was waiting to have out of his life. You know even your sweet kindhearted mother said it. Don't you remember you heard her that day, didn't you? Don't pretend that you forgot those words she didn't want you-they didn't want you.'
"No…Stop!" "Get out!" Izuku would shout the thunder roaring even louder with every word from his mouth.
'You were there when she said it, just try to remember. Think back to those days when you didn't have a care in the world, where everything was just perfect for you.
"I said get out!" "GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD!"
'Aw~ sorry my sweet little Cinnamon Roll I can't do that you're stuck with us forever no matter what you try to do to that poor body of yours we'll never leave you. You created us after all we're part of you there is no escaping from this hell you're in. Now remember… remember real hard at those memories you try oh so desperately to forget.'
Izuku teared up at her words as his hands once again clutched his head and a flood of memories entered his mind at once his tears blurred his vision, and the world around him seemed to fade. He was no longer in the cold, harsh grasp of reality but in a memory, he had buried deep within his consciousness of a more blissful moment in life or so he thought.
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"Izuku, could you go get your father? Dinner's almost ready. I bet both of you are hungry after all those games!" A beautiful woman with lush green hair chuckled as her almost glowing emerald-green eyes looked with happiness at the child before her. A hyperactive little boy with green eyes similar to herself with black hair fading to green at his tips.
"Ok, Momma I'll be back in a flash hehe," The little boy said with a large smile plastered across his face, his arms positioned in a superhero pose as if he were about to dash away at the speed of light.
"Daaaad~ Mommy wants you to come eat! The food is ready! We're eating your favorite kichu!" The boy yelled as he dashed to his parent's bedroom, his imagination soaring as he pictured dashing through the city like a lightning bolt, the smile on his face never wavering.
In his parents' room, his father quickly put away what he was holding in his hands back into the dresser before his son arrived. It was a photograph of a man and a woman smiling from ear to ear, their joy evident on their faces as the woman lay on a hospital bed, held within her grasp a sweet child with its features not yet developed as it lay resting in the comforting embrace of its mother. The man wiped his eyes as a tear dared to fall before awaiting the arrival of his son as he spoke with a bit of a forced smile trying to forget the past.
"Haha, it's called Kimchi, my little superhero, now slow down before you get hurt. You wouldn't want your mother to go worrying about you again like last time you played superhero now would you? I'm sure that little scar across your eyebrow almost made her faint haha." A tall man with sharp black eyes and piercing raven-black hair stared at the little boy before him dressed in a superhero costume of an all too familiar hero known by everyone as 'All Might' as he had a smile on his face jumping around him. His once sad demeanor vanished as he looked on at his son with a smile, his heart pounding in his chest.
'Kimchi? That's a funny name, but if Dad likes it, then I'll like it too! hehe,' The boy thought as he grinned towards his father as he spoke, "I know… I know I don't want Mommy to be sad ever again. I'm gonna be a hero, just like All Might, so she'll never have to cry hehehe"
With a smile on his face, his father ruffled his hair as he said "That's my boy but don't go forgetting about your old man when you become the number one hero ok champ? Now come on, let's go wash up before we eat."
With laughter filling the air as they washed up, Izuku cherished the moment. They later sat at the table, enjoying the delicious food presented before them.
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However as the memories faded, a voice from within began to echo, distorting the warmth of those moments.
'Isn't it nice how things used to be little Izuku, back when you didn't have a care in the world? Before he was gone, before you were put through all that pain and heartache doesn't it feel nice to remember these moments?'
"No…No… I don't wanna remember!" Izuku's voice trembling, his heart aching as he cried his tears mixing with his snot as it poured down his face.
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Back at the dinner table that night Izuku finished his plate complimenting his mother for the dish.
"Thanks for the food, Momma! It was really yummy! It made my mouth go like Boom! Boom! Pow! I wanna eat like this every day!" The boy said, patting his belly in a satisfied manner as he looked at his mother, his eyes shimmering like stars in the night sky.
"Oh, Aera, I'm so happy you liked it! I'm still not as good as your father with these dishes, but since you enjoyed it, I must be improving!" The woman said, her emerald eyes almost starting to shed tears at the compliment her child was giving her cooking.
"Huh? Who's Aera? I'm Izuku!" Izuku said with a look of confusion written on his face as he stared at his mother whose face quickly paled as tears began to weld up in her eyes.
The room grew tense, and his father quickly interjected to ease the situation." Hey, buddy, how about we play a game? Let's give Mom some time to relax and get some fresh air. She's feeling a little under the weather."
"A game! Really Dad? Izuku's thoughts quickly shifted to his father's words as he looked at him with anticipation before he spoke himself.
"Wait, Dad! Can we play that game with the different pieces again you know the one with the king and queen? I wanna get better so I can beat you…and surprise Mom." The boy whispered the last part to his father not wanting his mother to overhear their conversation.
"Chess? You wanna play right now? Uh sure why not I don't see any harm-" Before he could continue he felt a strong chill up his spine as he looked towards his wife who had a creepy smile on her face as she gestured for him to stop talking.
"Cough…Cough… Uh, well, maybe we'll save that game for tomorrow. It's getting late, and you need your rest to be at your best for our match." His father said with an awkward look on his face, one of fear and concern as he looked at the beautiful but terrifying woman beside him.
Izuku, seeing this giggled before getting out of his chair and dashing away to his room, however not before saying for everyone to hear "Mom get better real soon and Dad You better be ready because tomorrow is the day I win hehe!"
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'Remember how happy and naive you were back then, Izuku? Before everything fell apart? Do you still think you can be a hero after all that pain you felt?'
Izuku's heart pounded, his mind screaming, begging for the memories to stop. "Please…no more. I can't hear it again…. I don't wanna hear it again."
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"That's my boy you're going to be an amazing hero, son. I just know it. We'll be there to tuck you in later, so don't go thinking you can stay up all night in there." His father said as he got up from his seat and headed towards his room his wife followed close behind.
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'Aw~ what's the matter sweetie? We haven't even reached the best part yet and you're already begging for me to stop. What happened to the boy we're looking at now? He was so hyperactive always smiling and having a good time. The boy who would put a smile on everyone's faces, who'd be their hero. Didn't you want to be her hero too? I guess those words that day really started to change you. Well, shall we get back to this marvelous showing?'
"NO!" "Stop!" Izuku began to shed tears begging for the memories to stop hoping that he wouldn't have to relive them once again.
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As time trickled by seconds to minutes and minutes to hours, little Izuku was awoken from his bed by the sounds of shouting coming from the other side of their home, hearing a loud crash in the house as if glass were being shattered.
"What was that? Is someone trying to hurt Mommy or Daddy? No, I have to save them! I'll be their hero and show them how brave I am!"
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'Was it stupidity, bravery, cluelessness, fear, or naivete that day that made you get up and go snooping around late that night? What made you think you could handle what you were about to see?
Izuku didn't say a word, his mouth shut his eyes only looking at his younger self as he rustled awake tears threatening to unleash as his fingers twitched to move.
'Answer me Izuku! It was because of your actions, your choices that you heard something you weren't supposed to. You experienced a site that your fresh tinder eyes shouldn't have seen.'
"I don't know!." I DON'T KNOW!" Izuku's composure quickly crumpled as he couldn't hold back crying as snot and tears covered his face, his arms and body tried desperately to move even an inch, wishing to cover his eyes from what he was watching but he couldn't look away as he saw his younger self inching ever closer to his parent's bedroom.
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It was as if he could feel everything in that moment. The carpeted floors were soft under his tiny feet, the warmth of the fibers cushioning each step as he stealthily dashed out of his room. The familiar, comforting smell of the house filled his lungs, momentarily putting his body at ease. But as he neared his parents' room, the atmosphere grew darker and more foreboding.
Walking past room after room, the sounds of shouting became more distinct and piercing. "How could you…" His mother's voice was sharp, laced with hurt and anger. "I didn't mean to…" His father's tone was desperate, pleading for understanding. Each step closer made the words clearer, the tension in the air more palpable.
As he approached the door to his parent's room, the faint light from the hallway barely penetrated the pitch-black darkness within. Izuku's heart pounded in his chest, the cold air from the room sending shivers down his spine. He could barely see, but the sounds of their argument painted a vivid picture of the turmoil inside.
As Izuku drew closer to the door, the noises grew louder and more alarming. The sound of glass shattering echoed through the hallway, followed by the thud of walls shaking and trembling. What were once low and unreadable muffles had turned into distinct shouts and cries. When Izuku reached the door, he saw it was slightly ajar, as if some unseen force wished for him to witness the scene unfolding inside.
Peering through the crack, Izuku's emerald eyes widened in horror. His body shivered involuntarily as tears welled up in his eyes. The sight before him was heartbreaking: his mother stood in the middle of the room, a look of anger and sadness plastered on her face. Her once bright eyes, which had always radiated warmth and joy, were now as cold as ice, reflecting a fury only the coldest depths could contain. Behind this icy exterior, however, was a raging flood of sadness. Tears streamed down her beautiful, soft face, mixing with the snot leaking from her nose.
Izuku could only look on through the crack in the room with trembling hands. He could not understand why his mother who was always happy and smiling, always giving off warmth was angry. Looking at where her sight peered towards he found his father, a man he held deep respect and admiration for on the ground as tears streamed down his cheeks in his hands a picture frame. Izuku couldn't make out who the people in the picture frame were as it was cracked and the light in the room was too dark to tell. The glass he could only assume belonged to the frame lay scattered along the ground with other miscellaneous items.
"I'm sorry…I'm so so sorry. I-I didn't mean to say that I-I don't know-" He didn't finish that sentence his voice breaking off as he clutched his head, as his tears poured down his face, unable to find the words to comfort himself or explain.
Izuku looked on with confusion and sadness on his face. His young mind couldn't process what was going on. 'Why is Daddy crying? What did he say? Why is Mommy so angry?'
'Why' was the root word of all his questions yet not an answer would be found to them at least not tonight.
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'I bet you wish you'd never gotten up from that comfortable bed of yours that night, just letting the warmth and safety of your room keep you from witnessing this nightmare, huh sweety?'
Izuku didn't say a word but his face was a portrait of anguish, his eyes desperately trying to close, yet an unseen force seemed to keep them open.
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Little Izuku was pulled from his thoughts as his mother began to pitch items toward his father with her quirk items ranging from vases to books to even lamps were thrown at high speeds toward him as tears continuously streamed down his mother's face.
"Why! Why did you say that? How could you say that about our son? He loves us, we love him, don't we? What type of father would say something like that about his own child? Despite not having his quirk yet, he still has that spark in his eyes, that look of confidence and happiness. He wants to make us proud, to be our hero. I know he can do it.
Izuku's father didn't move his hands, still clutching his head as blood dripped from his arms and lip, his tears still streaming from his eyes mixing with snot and blood as he could only keep repeating the same thing over like a broken record.
"I'm sorry…I didn't mean it…I'm so sorry…I didn't mean it…I'm sorry…"
His mother couldn't take it anymore she wiped the tears from her eyes as she walked over to him standing right in his face as she screamed.
"ANSWER ME HISASHI!"
As if being struck out of his state Hisashi stood up now looking down at his wife as he said with blood covering his forehead and tears and blood staining his face and shirt.
I know what I said was wrong, and I don't expect you to forgive me. But please know, I love Izuku with all my heart. I loved him ever since the moment we were expecting him and I loved him even more when I saw him resting in your arms that day. To me when he was born I truly felt as though I was leaving my past behind me and I was starting anew with the woman I loved. I believed that this was our chance to break free from what happened before, to get a second chance." Hisashi began to tear up remembering those moments in his past when life wasn't so bright for the two of them.
Izuku was more confused by this as he started to look at his mother, her icy gaze wavering as she looked into the piercing black eyes of Hisashi. For a moment that felt like an eternity for the two of them the world was silent, nothing could be heard, not even the occasional chatter from people in the city or car horns from the cars that filled the streets.
The moment was broken as Hisashi continued speaking not taking his eyes off his wife. She didn't say a word only looking at his face a hint of sadness twirling in her heart as she saw the condition he was in, the condition which she caused.
"I know I'm a fool, a dumb one who made horrible decisions in life. So many that at this point I can't count. I can't even understand how a woman like you so sweet and kind even after everything they put you through would still put up with me through it all. I'm truly grateful to have a woman like you in my life. Inko I really am. But what I said still doesn't justify my emotions, my pain got the better of me. You know it still haunts me even when I sleep. I can't get her out of my mind. I can't unsee that day no matter how many times I try to forget. You know, that day…when we lost her." Hisashi couldn't help but cry as he looked at his wife remembering that day he lost a piece of himself.
Izuku was perplexed as he heard his father's words. Questions began to form in his mind however they were immediately stopped as he looked at his mother who dropped to the ground crying and sobbing. The icy walls that once held back the flood of tears soon collapsed and fell as she could no longer control her emotions, her body began to tremble and shake as she looked at her hands in fear.
"I can't get her out of mine either. Every day, when I look at Izuku, it reminds me of her. It's like I see her face instead of his.
Hisashi wiped some of the blood from his face and walked over to the love of his life. He walked past the chaos and mess they caused as he wrapped his arms around her hugging her with all his might, caressing her hair, and comforting her to the best of his ability.
"It's going to be alright, we'll get through it, okay? We'll do it together, like we always do," Hisashi said, his voice trembling with emotion. He began to sniffle, speaking these words to her as if trying to convince himself as much as her. He kissed her in between breaths, saying, "I'm sorry that I'm so foolish and made you remember these memories again." Tears poured down his face.
Inko didn't know if it was due to her fluctuating emotions or lack of sleep, but she gripped and held onto her husband, crying and snotting on his chest. Her muffled voice rang out, "Is it wrong? Am I unfit to be a mother after all? Was she right all along, that it was a mistake? Am I a horrible mother for thinking the same thing at that moment? For agreeing with your words? That…that I wished we didn't have him…"
He didn't know if he was saying these words to comfort her or to fill the hole in his heart and mind for thinking the same thing. Hisashi didn't stop as he kissed her in between breaths, trying to mend their shared pain.
Little Izuku, standing outside the door, felt his heart shatter. His mother's words echoed in his mind, drowning out everything else. He stopped listening after hearing her wish, his young mind unable to process anything beyond the initial sting.
'Mom…? Y-you didn't want me? I thought I was your precious little Cinnamon Roll, your superhero. But it seems you never need me, never wanted me… or loved me..' Izuku's tears streamed down his face, his heart shattered as he processed their words.
His scream piercing the night, "I HATE YOU! YOU MONSTERS!"
As those words pierced their ears, Hisashi and Inko froze in place, their bodies unable to move, unable to speak or process the reality of their son's pain. They wanted to believe it was just their imagination, but the harsh truth was undeniable. They heard the pounding footsteps of Izuku as he fled, stumbling and hitting things in his way, his tears blurring his vision. They desperately called out for him, "IZUKU!" but he was already gone, rushing towards his room.
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'See Izuku how they truly felt about you and how your sweet innocent mother really looked at you. Does it make you angry that they never loved you and never cared for you? They never even wanted you in their life. You were a mistake, an accident that for them they would have been better off without.'
"No…No, that's not true you're wrong they loved me they cared about me…didn't they?
'Loved you? Them? Love you? You heard it yourself honey they wished you were never their child that you were never born. How foolish can you be when evidence is right in your face shall we replay what she said?
"No…I don't wanna hear it again No…No. Please…Please just stop it all."
A sigh escaped the woman's lips as she looked at Izuku once more before returning to the memories of the past.
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As Izuku dashed through the house, his tears left a trail of sadness in his wake. His emotions were a whirlwind—anger at them, confusion at the situation, pain from their rejection, and a profound sense of being lost. His vision blurred, forcing him to rely on the sound of his parents' desperate footsteps behind him. They pleaded for him to stop, to wait, but he didn't. He continued to push forward, finally reaching his room.
In his room, he quickly locked the door and instinctively jumped onto his bed. He clutched the sheets, his small hands trembling as he tried to block out the hurtful words that echoed in his mind: "I wished we didn't have him."
A knock on the door broke the silence. Hisashi's voice, strained and gentle, came through. "Hey, champ, we just want to talk, okay? Can you open the door? We want to explain what happened. Please, just let us in."
Inko's voice followed, filled with pleading. "Sweetie, please open the door. I just want to talk to you."
But Izuku's pain was too great. Through his tears, he shouted, "No! Leave me alone! You don't want me—you said it yourselves. You wished you never had me."
Silence fell, broken only by the sound of Inko's sobs. Hisashi clenched his fists, his face etched with shame, while Inko cried into his arms. Her voice trembled as she repeated, "She was right... She was right... I'm not fit to be a mother. I'm a horrible person."
Hisashi held her tighter, kissing her softly as his tears mingled with hers as he tried to console her, trying to speak to Izuku through the door. "Izuku, we didn't mean to say that about you. You know we love you, and we'd do anything for you. Please, just let us explain. Trust me, after everything we've been through, some things scare even us—things from our past that make us say things we don't mean. Please, just give us a chance."
The house fell into an uneasy silence, punctuated only by the faint sounds of their breathing. Izuku lay still, his eyes red and his throat sore from crying. His mind was a storm of emotions, each one pulling him in a different direction.
Hisashi stared at the white door adorned with an All Might poster, desperation in his voice. "Can you at least say something to me, son? Anything. I just want to hear your voice, please. It doesn't matter if you hate me or don't want to see me. For your mother's sake, please say something!"
Silence. Hisashi's hope began to wane, but then, Izuku's small, broken voice emerged.
"You said you loved me, but if you truly loved me, why did you say it in the first place? Those words hurt me… they hurt my heart more than when I get hurt playing or seeing Mommy cry. That day, it felt like my heart was being... tortured."
Hisashi's grip on Inko tightened as tears streamed down his face uncontrollably. "We were wrong and foolish for thinking that about you. We're sorry. We truly love you, Izuku and nothing in this world can stop us from loving you. You probably won't forgive me, but can you please forgive your mother? I promise we'll tell you the truth. We'll tell you everything, whatever you want to know."
Izuku lay there, his heart heavy with sadness. His feelings were a tangled mess. He was too young to navigate such complex emotions, yet he was thrust into a situation that forced him to confront them. Should he forgive them? Should he forget what they said and pretend it never happened? Should he run away and never talk to them again?
'I want to know why... why they said it. Why didn't they want me?'
Before he could voice his thoughts, a sharp pain shot through his head. It buzzed like a swarm of bees, growing louder and louder until it morphed into horrifying laughter. The world around him seemed to fade away, leaving him in a dark, confusing void.
"Mommy? Daddy? Where are you... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say I hate you. But you hurt me. I..." Little Izuku looked around, confusion and fear evident on his face. He found himself in a strange, dark valley filled with crimson-red spider lilies that seemed to be soaked in blood. The sky was dark, with no stars visible, and the constant sounds of eerie creatures and chilling winds only heightened his fear.
"I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to say. I just want to know why. Why did you say it? How could you say that?" His voice shook as he spoke, tears streaming down his cheeks.
There were no trees, nor people—only the crimson lilies that littered the ground for miles on end. Not knowing what else to do, he sat down, sobbing, not knowing where to go or what to do. It might not have been the smartest choice in the given situation, but for the child, that was all he could think of doing at that moment.
He cried for what seemed like hours but was only a few minutes in reality. Then, he felt a tap on his shoulder. In an instant, he stopped crying, turning his head towards where he felt the tap. His eyes met those of a little boy about his height, who looked just like him yet had black eyes, like staring into the empty void of depression.
The boy's body was pale gray with cracks littering his skin, pieces of which flaked away with the wind. From his forehead, two nubs were visible, black at their tips, with the skin around them bleeding from time to time. A chill ran down Izuku's spine as he asked in a shaking voice, "Who... who are you? What do you want?"
The boy didn't speak for some time, only staring into Izuku's eyes, watching his facial expression with curiosity.
"Can you hear me?" Izuku asked, his eyes not leaving the boy's as he spoke, his voice shaking with every word.
The boy's face morphed into a demonic smile. His teeth, jagged and dirty, revealed themselves as he laughed, sounding like a burning tire. This scared Izuku even more. The boy abruptly stopped laughing and pointed his finger toward him, his chipped nail inches away from Izuku's eyes.
The boy spoke one sentence, a question, his voice low, almost a whisper: 'Why do you cry?'
Izuku looked at him with confusion as he wiped the stray tears from his eyes. "I cry because I'm sad—" Before he could continue, Izuku was cut off as he was dragged by the boy. His arm hurt from the boy's grip as he was pulled along.
"Hey, let go! You're hurting me!" Izuku cried out to the strange boy, who only laughed. He turned his head to look at Izuku before pulling even harder on his arm, drawing blood.
As they walked for what felt like forever to Izuku, they finally stopped before two other figures. The figures seemed to be sitting on a bench as if waiting for them. Their bodies were only illuminated by the dim yellow light emanating from a flickering light fixture. Izuku's heart skipped a beat as he saw his mother and father sitting on the bench, yet different from how he knew them.
Their eyes were like the little boy's, black like black holes as if they wished to suck him into them. Their skin was pale gray, with the woman having hints of green in some parts. They had cracks on their skin, with long curving black horns protruding from their foreheads, twisting around their heads to form makeshift crowns. They looked at the frightened boy, his body visibly shaking as his eyes welled with tears. They both smiled, their teeth devilishly sharp as if wanting to devour him that very moment.
Mommy? Daddy? Izuku's voice was shaky, his fear evident. The figures turned their hollow eyes toward him.
After a moment of silence, they spoke in unison: 'Why do you cry?'
The same question rang in Izuku's ears once again. "I cry because…Because I'm sad" Izuku repeated, looking at them with tearful eyes not believing what he was seeing.
Like the child before, they both laughed at him, blood streaming from their eyes. Once again in unison, they spoke: 'Why is little Izuku sad?'
Hearing this, Izuku felt his legs get weak. He was overwhelmed struggling to make sense of everything.
"Mommy and Daddy don't want me. They never wanted me. They wished that I was never born."
The female figure, who looked like his mother, chuckled before she got up from the bench. The male, who looked similar to his father, only grinned before looking away, staring off at the boy next to Izuku, beckoning him to come to him.
The little boy next to Izuku darted toward the figure as the woman got closer to Izuku. Her smell of blood and roses reached Izuku's nose, making him want to gag. "Stinky," he said, almost unconsciously, looking at her with disgust.
'How rude. My little Izuku is being so rude to his mother.' The woman's voice rang out, lingering in the air.
"You're not my Mommy! You're a monster! Izuku shouted defiantly, though his voice was trembling. My Mommy is kind and beautiful! You're just an ugly monster!" Izuku said, sticking out his tongue at the woman as he looked at her. She continued to walk ever closer to him, her face twitching at his bold remark.
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'Isn't it sweet to remember the first time we ever met, little Izuku?' The woman's voice echoed, its tone dripping with a sinister softness. 'This was the moment we were born, out of your pain, out of your loneliness.'
Izuku's heart pounded as the voice continued, 'You've always been so strong, trying to understand why they hurt you. But now, you see the truth, don't you?'
"No," Izuku's voice trembled in response. "I don't want to listen to you."
'Ah, but you can't ignore us. We are a part of you now, woven into your very soul. Embrace the pain, let it guide you. It's the only way to survive.'
Izuku took a deep breath, his voice barely a whisper. "I won't let you control me. Not now, not ever. I will find a way to move forward, even if it means facing this pain alone."
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'A monster? But didn't you call us that earlier? We're monsters to you. You hate us, isn't that what you said?' 'Why do you insist on denying what you heard? They don't love you. They're just pretending.'
Izuku's small body shook with fear and confusion. "No, that's not true! They wouldn't lie to me like that! They love me!"
The figure's eyes bore into him, full of cruel understanding. 'It's easier to accept the truth, dear. They wished you were never born. You're a burden to them.'
The boy beside him, now closer to the sinister figure that looked like his father, stared blankly. Izuku's heart ached as he tried to reconcile the horrible image with his memories of his real parents.
The figure's smile widened with a false sense of pity. 'Accept it, and you'll find peace. You don't have to be their burden anymore.'
Izuku's cries became softer, his resistance waning as the figure's words began to sink in. His tiny frame was overwhelmed by the darkness around him and the cruel whispers that twisted his understanding of reality.
Seeing him in that state, the woman licked her lips before embracing him in a gripping hug. Her nails dug into his back, drawing blood. "It hurts! Stop! Stop hurting me! You're not my Mommy, you're a monster! A monster!" The woman only laughed as she heard Izuku's words before she spoke: 'Yes, I am a monster. But I'm 'YOUR' monster…' She gazed into Izuku's frightened eyes before pulling his face closer, forcing him to look into her empty, black, lifeless eyes.
She then kissed his forehead before pushing him away as he fell back, his body falling onto the ground as the spider lilies as if coming to life clung to his body like chains keeping him in place as the male figure got up to sit next to Izuku.
Looking at Izuku as he struggled to get free from the ground the man placed his hand on his chest before he said 'What's wrong champ why are you trying to leave? We only want to talk?' The man's voice changed with every word sounding more like his father's.
Izuku continued to shake and turn not even answering the question of the man who looked like his father only wanting to be free to see his 'real' family wherever they were. The man frowned at Izuku's actions before grabbing his face and asking him again his voice no longer sounding like his father but the voice of a beast, 'Why in such a rush?'
Izuku looked at the man and began to cry as he spoke with ragged breaths "I just wanna see Mommy and Daddy again. I wanna know why they said that. I'll listen if it means I can go back." Izuku said as snot dripped from his nose, his eyes getting red from the constant crying and his throat getting dry from his wails and screams.
The man looked on at Izuku his eyes never looking away from the boy as he took his finger and dried up his tears before he spoke,
'Why listen to them? They said they didn't want you. Maybe they were just lying to trick you.'
Then again we could be doing the same. Who will you trust little Izuku? Who will you believe? I can promise you that We can give you all the love and care you need. Just come with us, and we'll take care of you." The man's eyes swirled for but a second as if the void cast in his eyes was turning in a different direction. Izuku's eyes turned dark as if hypnotized by the eyes the man had and the words he uttered from his mouth. Izuku asked one thing, "Can you do it?"
The little boy cut in as he spoke, 'Yes, we can do that. Just get rid of them. Forget about them. We'll be your friends, your family from now on, all you need, and all you will ever hear.'
Izuku stumbled back, his breaths ragged and uneven. The man and woman spoke simultaneously, their voices blending into a chilling chorus. 'Yes, we can. All you have to do is kill them. End them. Remove the people who dared to hurt you from your life. We will be all you need, and all you will ever hear.'
Izuku's eyes widened as he snapped out of his trance. "NO!" he shouted. "No! I can't do that! I want to help them, not hurt them!"
They laughed a cold and heartless sound that echoed through the crimson valley. 'You? Protect them?' The man sneered. 'Don't joke about another's life like that, little Izuku. What could you do if their lives were truly in danger? Would they even want you to protect them? You heard your mommy. She wished she never had you. Neither of them wanted you. You were a mistake. Kill them, be done with them. If you need help, let us know. We would gladly help our sweet boy shed some blood.' The woman's tongue licked her lips as she envisioned the scene.
Izuku's voice trembled but grew stronger with conviction. "No... No... I said NO! Leave me alone. I'd never do that to them. They cared for me. They were there for me when I needed them. No... I couldn't do that to people like them."
The figures' expressions darkened, their eyes gleaming with malevolence. 'Even after they said they didn't want you? Even if they lied to you? Why not just let them go? Or maybe, end your own pain. They'd be better off. They would be at peace. They would get a new start, a chance to try again, to have a better life. Wouldn't you want that for them? For them to be happy, to be 'safe'? Think about it. You would get another chance as well. You could gain a quirk like you always wanted. You could be the same as everyone else. You could be like 'him,' saving people with a big stupid smile on your face. Wouldn't you want that life?"
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Izuku's voice, trembling and fraught with despair, barely managed to reply, "I... I don't know if I can keep going. It feels like every day is just too much. The pain is too overwhelming."
The woman's voice, with a tone of cruel mockery, responded, 'See? Even now, you struggle with your own worth. You've tried to save others, but look at you—barely holding on. You can't even save yourself from this torment. Why not end it? It's an escape from the endless suffering.'
Izuku's voice, though weakened, carried a faint trace of resistance, "Maybe... maybe there's a part of me that still wants to believe. Even if it's fading, I have to try. I have to find some way to keep going, for them, for myself."
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Izuku's mind went blank, their words cycling through his head like a relentless storm. The future he wanted? The future his parents would want?
"NO... wait, maybe I should. NO... I can't. I'm scared... Just leave me alone." Izuku no longer wished to hear these words. He no longer wished to think, feel, or see. He just wanted it all to end... to stop.
The family laughed again, a sinister sound that seemed to pierce through his very soul. 'It will hurt you a lot. You will see. You will wish you had done it one day, that you had done what we told you. Who knows, maybe that day just hasn't arrived yet. Only the future will tell.'
Izuku clutched his head, his scream echoing through the void. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" With those words, he was back on his bed, yet no time seemed to have truly passed. His father still waited patiently at the door, hoping for his son to say something, anything. But once Izuku demanded to be left alone, Hisashi's heart broke. The sweet boy he loved and held dear to him was slipping away, all because he couldn't keep his emotions in check. He felt like a horrible father, failing to protect his son from this torment.
As Hisashi beat himself up over the situation, he looked at the door once more before speaking in a gentle and understanding voice.
Okay, Izuku. We're here if you need us. Everything will be alright."
With that, Hisashi looked towards his wife, who was sleeping in his arms, her body still trembling from the emotional strain. "I'm sorry, honey," Hisashi said as he carried her toward their bedroom, his footsteps echoing through the house.
Making it to their room, Hisashi placed her on their bed, tucked her in, and kissed her gently. He then slumped to the side of the bed and spoke aloud to no one but himself.
"I tried to be a good father, a good husband, a good person, yet it seems no matter how far I run, how much I try not to be like him, I always end up doing the opposite. It's really funny. I really am his son."
Hisashi began to frown when thinking of his father as he seemed to be going back to his old ways. Hisashi didn't sleep that night, as only Inko and Izuku found solace in an atmosphere thick with tension.
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'You think you're free from the nightmares, but they never really leave you. Even when you seem to sleep peacefully, your mind is still trapped in those tormenting memories. Those nightmares are a constant presence, shaping who you are, even when you try to escape them.'
The woman continued with a haunting tone, 'You see, you might rest your body, but your mind never truly finds peace. The same fears and doubts haunt you, even in your dreams. And no matter how much you try to hide from them, they're always there, just beneath the surface.'
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The days following were always different from how they once were before. However, soon the day came, the day everything changed for the Midoriya family. One morning in the Midoriya household, Hisashi got a call. An emergency came up related to his parents back home, and he was forced to leave his family alone.
Hisashi and Inko had a heart-to-heart conversation that morning. Inko felt overwhelmed, unsure how she would care for Izuku without Hisashi. She felt like Izuku had become more distant and shut off since that day. Although she saw a small flame of determination in his eyes, it seemed to be diminishing. Sometimes she heard Izuku talking to himself, which deeply worried her.
"I wish I could stay, but he called me. It was him," Hisashi said, his voice filled with regret.
Inko, with tears in her eyes, responded, "So, he's calling you again? What does he want this time?"
"They want me to come back. Something is going on over there," Hisashi replied, trying to reassure her.
Inko, now more distressed, asked, "Can we come with you? Is there any way you can at least take Izuku with you? I don't know what to do, Hisashi."
Hisashi caressed her face and gave her a comforting kiss. "Don't worry. I believe in you. Where's that woman I fell in love with? That strong, emotional, sometimes quirky woman? I know you have the drive and determination to take care of Izuku. Don't worry. I won't be long. I'll be back before you know it. Take care of Izuku. I love you."
"I don't like it. I don't like that you're leaving, but I understand how your father is," Inko said, her voice trembling. "I know how parents can be." She remembered her own mother and Hisashi's father, and how difficult things had been. She hugged him tightly. "Just be safe, you dummy. Don't get yourself into trouble like you used to."
Hisashi hugged her back, and they held each other for a long minute. "How are we going to tell him?" Inko asked, her voice breaking.
"He hasn't been the same. I worry, but I know I can do it. I'll try my best. I'll push myself. I'll do anything to be there for him. I don't want him to feel left out."
Hisashi nodded. "Don't worry. I'll handle it." As Inko began to cry, Hisashi chuckled softly and wiped her tears. "I know, I know. Just don't worry, okay? I love you. I love both of you."
Hisashi walked to the door, where Izuku was waiting. The front door was open, and Hisashi looked at Izuku with a sad but smiling face. Izuku, perplexed and confused, didn't understand what was happening. Inko had come to his room and told him to come and say goodbye to his Dad.
Izuku, still confused, emerged from his room and looked at his dad. Inko stood in the background, shedding a few tears. The inner voices continued to plague Izuku, trying to corrupt him. But at that moment, his emotions burst forth. He began to explain how he felt, how he had been in another world, though Hisashi and Inko didn't fully understand what he was talking about. They took mental note of his words not pushing them aside.
"I'm sorry, son. I should be apologizing," Hisashi said, tears in his eyes. "It was wrong of me to bring up this whole situation. I love you, and I want you to know that." He hugged Izuku tightly for the first time in a while. "Don't be mad at your mom. All your emotions—hatred, sadness—just direct them toward me. I can take it. Take care of your mother. Be the superhero you always wanted to be. I believe in you."
Izuku, confused and tearful, asked, "Daddy, what are you talking about? What's going on? Where are you going?"
Hisashi smiled sadly and said, "I have to go, but I'll come back soon. I'll talk to you. Be good and help Mommy, okay?" He hugged Izuku tightly again, his tears falling.
Izuku clung to his father, crying, "No, Daddy, stay! I want us to be together!"
"We'll always be a family," Hisashi said, his voice breaking. "I'll be back soon. Be strong for Mommy. We love you so much." Hisashi spoke reaching into his bag and pulled out a pair of red headphones, their design simple yet sturdy. He knelt down to Izuku, who was still holding onto him tightly.
"These are for you," Hisashi said softly, placing the headphones gently into Izuku's hands. "I know things have been tough, and sometimes it's hard to escape all the noise around you. These might help you find a bit of peace, even if it's just for a little while."
Izuku looked at the headphones, his eyes wide and teary. "Thank you, Daddy," he said, his voice breaking.
Hisashi smiled sadly. "Use them whenever you need to block out the world or just think. I'll be back before you know it, and we'll be a family again. Promise me you'll take care of them, okay?"
Izuku nodded, clutching the headphones tightly with tears in his eyes as if they were the only thing anchoring him to his father.
Inko, crying softly, saw Hisashi off, kissing him as he promised to return. However, Izuku couldn't do it he couldn't accept seeing his father leave as he reached out hoping to grab him to pull him back in with his tiny hands as he cried out.
"Daddy, please don't go!"
Inko cried as she held onto Izuku hugging him from behind and spoke with tears coming from her eyes as well.
"Sweetie, Daddy will come back. He just has to see Grandma and Grandpa. He'll be back before you know it. Don't cry, okay?"
Mommy! I don't want him to go! I want Daddy to stay! Why can't we go with him? He-he'll be alone without us! Mommy I-I…Izuku couldn't finish as he just tried to reach out for Hisashi, the door remaining open, a painful gap between them. Inko could only try to comfort Izuku in his time of need as she sang a lullaby to him wishing to ease his pain.
"When your heart breaks, it's not forever,
The pieces will find their way together.
Through the night, when tears are near,
Remember, my love, I'll always be here.
The bad days, won't last long,
We'll face them all, and you'll grow strong.
In the end, we'll laugh again,
And you'll see the sun rise again.
So close your eyes and rest, my dear,
Feel my love, know I'm here.
The tears you shed will soon be gone,
You'll find your strength, and carry on.
No matter how long the pain may last I'll always be here to hold you, my dear."
Hisashi pauses for a moment, looking back with tears in his eyes, and a bitter-sweet smile on his face.
Before Izuku could make a move, however, the door slammed shut, as if by an unseen force. Little Izuku fell back from the shock, landing on the floor.
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The inner voice whispered coldly, 'Well, time's up, Izuku. While others may leave you, while they belittle and abandon you, we will always be here. Unlike them, we'll never leave. We'll linger in your thoughts, weave through your emotions, and stay by your side. You might wish for them to stay, but remember, it's us you'll always hear. We're a part of you now, whether you want us or not.' The inner voice whispered coldly looking into Izuku's eyes as he looked right back, his mind a vortex of emotions and thoughts.
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These early memories, filled with confusion and heartache, would shape Izuku's journey in ways he couldn't yet understand. The weight of his parents' struggles and his own fears would linger, but so would the love and hope they tried to give him. Those red headphones would be his anchor in quiet moments when the world seemed too much to bear.
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