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Endeavor stood looking on at the frigid morning sun. He stood alone in a cold isolated bedroom, in a large endless city, full of hollow citizens. He thought of all those years he protected them. The ungrateful folk who would stab their protector in the back at first notice. How many times had they proven themselves unreliable? How many times had they cowered in fear, then grew angry cause of collateral damage? Pitiful.
Yet, it was only rational he would be so loathed. The public now chafed at the ex-number one hero. Endeavor was scowled at in personal life, censured for almost killing pro-heroes, essentially abandoned. Hell, he hadn’t once met his own grandson Kinshu. Shouto did everything possible to ensure that. Flame-user now preferred to as a black sheep amongst heroes.
Those naive bastards, expecting heroes to risk their lives twenty-four/seven. Expecting heroes face unbeatable odds. Do backbreaking work and be selfless? Endeavor remembered back to when Deku took number one. After giving the quirk stealing juggernaut All for One a fatal blow through the chest. The green haired moron had lucked out, and if a camera wasn’t watching no one would have believed it, seeing as the rotten body disappeared shortly afterwards. That was the harsh rule, wasn’t it; no body, no death. At least for villains.
The forsaken pro finds it becoming challenging to sleep soundly. He would routinely wake up twice a night in fear. Perchance it was just paranoia, though that didn’t really matter as his reputation had basically vanished at this point. Over half the country wanted his corpse. The man should’ve been allowed to go mad once hitting rock bottom. However, that day he decided to occupy himself by lifting weights. He may have been growing old, but he wouldn’t retire without a fight.
Unlike Best Jeanist or Eraserhead, he wouldn’t let these minor back injuries crush what left of him. His generation of heroes was dying out rapidly. Sure the fat guy and giant woman might still be active, but day by day new stories would get posted up about a hero’s career ending. Soon this new, reckless generation would take the stage. Hell, those naive fools hadn’t even been shown the true face of evil. Practically running forth a annihilation.
Fuyumi opened the heavy door to gift her father a warm breakfast. Steaming black coffee, two golden egg sunny-side-up, sack of maple pancakes, three non-grease bacon, firm microwave hash brown potatoes, and a nice ice cold grapefruit. Served on a single average plate. No words were spoken between them.
Living with his only daughter. Last person left to tolerate Endeavor existence. Was it to protect her family from villains? Or, more likely, was it to keep a close eye on her beaten father? Honestly nobody cares.
Endeavor silently prayed to be left alone. Before properly training he read the daily online news apps. Dividing the report up between the junk, orthodox disaster and the unorthodox disasters. Hoping to piece a mystery together. Recent events may conceivably hold clues.
Junk full of crap like a ‘Sugar Rush Energy Drink’ ad. A review over that gothic crow horror movie, three stars. A worthless Tail-Man martial art school opening. Earjack concert suffering a few delays due to cold weather reports. Ibara garden gain a few new organisms, reopen next week. Frog joining another three weeks research mission to the North Pacific Ocean. Small purple grape dealing in couple lawsuits. And entire bizarre article dedicated to a crazy Hatsume inventory. Worthless, typical.
The monad disaster stories list shorten. Shinso taking down a Jack the Ripper wanna be. Tetsutetsu guy and woody barely prevented a train wreck. Stuff like a random man named Micha Ashido daughter reported kidnap last night hardly rises an eyebrow anymore. Description of how the space and explosive duo subdue a random gang. Unknown gang spend next ten month recovering following the mad bomber torturous attacks. Experiencing third degree burn passed thirty-two percent of their bodies. Almost bought relief to Endeavor knowing other pros are dealing with similar issues. Almost.
Weirdly enough report gone off in multiple areas. Another rumor involving a masked villain named Shinjitsu. Crime rates been dropping steadily, no word surface of the league of villains. Another spotting of human puddles remain found. The number one Deku go unchallenged, defeating seventeen villain again in a flash, stopping twenty-one major incidents. Nomu whereabout are becoming nonexistent. Leads involving All-For-One deceased remains gone cold. These casually routine reports are becoming troubling.
So why isn’t anyone else making a link? This time of peace been a blessing. Sure society relationship with pro-heroes improved, but something doesn’t fit. Like a winter cold breeze on a summer day. Inferno creator takes a bite out the butter toast and began his daily exercise. Endeavor knows deep down storm a brewing.
Far away in a shallow graveyard Ochako and Katsuki finally sense the engulfing light transpire. Both heroes knew it was time to go. Subsequently needing a few more tears before claiming farewell. Two dressed in Black saddening kimono. Each holding small gifts offering.
Explosive-user yield down to his knees to the empty tombstone. Placing a brand new unopened baseball. A single thorn blood rose. Doing his best to suppress the pitiful tears. “W-Will we better... get g-going now kiddo. Still g-gotta admit that was good fucking game last night. Still need to work on your s-shitty... fastball though. D-Don’t worry in a... in a few weeks of practice w-we’ll have you beating those... w-worthless pants pissing pros five ways to mars.”
Gravity-lifter pretenses to laugh, unable to prevent tear from leaking out. Playing a long to the stolen fantasy. “R-Right, l-like your... your a good cough. With t-that quirk... you wouldn’t be able f-fucking throw pebble!”
“I-I have... y-you know I can throw... (sob) hundred f-fucks f-further then you!”
“S-Sure... you c-can... (sob) S-Sutāraito don’t... don’t l-listen to your h-hot headed f-father! Y-you g-great next t-time...” Breaken-hearted parent collapsed down in tears. Crying pure sorrow bleak rivers. Ochako began chanting that tiny bed-time melody ‘Twinkle, Twinkle, little star. H-How I wonder what y-you...’ Same song she name her deceased infant after. Praying their lost child can listening from above.
Katsuki far too enrage to cry. Mind focused entirely on what he going to happen after he find the hidden league. Almost scared how happy imaging the screams are making him. Imaging all the gruesome details he planning to commit, especially to Toga. Next time the blood morphing scum step one foot in public, she’ll pay dearly.
During the brief morning memories involving Gekko got repressed. Two heart-shattered pros wanted nothing, expect protecting their treasured daughter Straiyo take.
X
Green kitty continued for five long continuous minutes. Till getting tired swapping onto Straiyo endearing blonde fluffy hair. Orokamono treated it as her personal comfy pillow. Gekko was more than prepped to fry the small bastard kitty. However shy liquid forced to quickly wrap the Deku fan tightly to keep him going berserk.
“I AM GOING TO ROAST THAT COCK FUCKING ROACH! STAIN LOVING PUSSY SHITTER! ONE MINUTE ALL I NEED IS ONE FUCKING MINU-“
Scar Italian simply said. “Deku be... unlit...” which caused the inferno conductor paused, bailing on the murderous hatred looked and withdrawing immensely.
Straiyo right hand stroking the resting Orokamono emerald fur. Cautiously avoiding the lemon static crystals. Toddler scratched her left rosy cheers. Making sure not to awaken the kitty sleeping atop her head. Or else she’ll most likely attack Gekko once again.
Pondering a good codename for herself. Mayayoshi forced on a high guard duty. Unaware her invisible deceased grandfather All-Might gave a second set.
Same time Kocho and Kinshu move closer to her shy slimy friend. “Inja, no offends, but how’s Ichirei T-H-E-R-A-P-Y doing. Ribbit.”
“He seem just as solitary as ever. Communicating with the hallucinatory Gram-Gram again. You sure he’s all right?” Dragon analyzer spoke not to be through a concern tone.
She ashamedly closed her darkened aqua eyes. “I-I... d-don’t really know anymore. T-Too be honest I c-can’t remember... the l-last time brother-son honestly g-got angry, cried, s-smile, anything. B-Big sis Eri-San... growing m-more and more w-worried. Kota-Son... tries-s making a c-connection, but no m-matter how hard he t-tries nothing. Our p-parents... h-haven’t a clue w-what to do.“ A miserable sorrow expression take form. “I-I just w-want my... b-brother back...”
Inko began crying over this, feeling like she to had had been a malefactor for her grand-baby suffering. Over weight decease grandmother doing her best to hug her sorrow grand baby to no avail. Pouring out a rain gushing storm. “MY PRECIOUS GRANDBABY, I’M SO SORRY! I JUST WANTED TO SPEND TIME WITH ALL OF YOU! I HOPE YOU CAN FORGIVE ME!”
Muscular All-Might swaps focus to her. “We’ve all share a little blame. Nighteyes been trying get few last words with Mirio. Lord know grand Torino giving a fair share difficulties.”
Ichirei practicing how to thrust a perfect shot. Eyes aimed far away from the others. Immobile face firing over the vast horizons. In the midst Shimura stare focus solely on her great-grandson. Funny everyone else treats this whole ‘ghost’ thing like a curse. Oddly enough she felt blessed. Blessed to regain these little moments.
Moments like teaching her annoying brat how to skip rocks. Definitely sucks being unable to physically interact enough to give a well deserved bash to the skull. At least they’re able share few valuable moments.
Regretfully wished she spent these little moments with Inko. Wasn’t fair abandoning her the way she did. Cutting every single string tying them together. God, those loud cries keep replaying inside her mind.
Rejoiced over the things her daughter accomplished. Getting a wonder family together truly glorious. Been a laborious time getting the puffy woman to be willing to stand even ten-meters close. Glance every few seconds at her grown-up child. Right now striving to pat her adopted granddaughter head. All-Might dusting himself off hovering five feet within the children location.
Shimura lend down to tugged the bland enchanter. “Ichi, Inko hug Inja mine helping. You know the drill kiddo.”
Ichirei paused and dropped the rocks. Took a small sign. “... Fine Gram-Gram.”
Seventh deceased One-For-All User menacing draw a fist. Looking absolutely pissed. “Ichi, I swear the very moment it possible I’ll make sure to give you the biggest pummeling ever. Now help my crying baby girl hug Inja!”
While straiyo lost gambling up bunch of downright weird names. Thinking bout her big brother Gekko and Ichirei, they’re so amazingly powerful. When her quirk develops she hopes it as useful as their, that way other people can smile.
Dragon studier first to comment. “Look, I’m... sure Ichirei hallucinatory vision shall fade as he mature.”
Slime nervously looked opened her eyes. “R-Really...?”
Kochō chimed in tilling her head left to give look goofy. “Yeah, Ichirei just a little off. If we play along he’ll come back. We just have to a little while longer, Kay? Ribbit.”
“K-“
Ichirei then yelled louder than the breezing wind. “In-“
Shimura whacked him on the forehead. “Say, Sis, moron.”
“Sis, In-“
Shimura whacked him a second time. “Say Grandma, idiot.”
“Grandma wants a hug.”
Enchant blue ghost growing tried of pointless hitting this kid. However felt it’s the only way he’d listen. “WHERE!”
“Grandma to your left-“
Shimura gave a double hit for that one. “Do I seriously need to correct you on everything today?
“I MEAN RIGHT!” He than looked to his left and muttered roughly. “... Anything else...”
She shook her head no, but gave him an extra whacking just because. “My god, is being compassionate your personal Kryptonite Ichi?”
Everyone, but Gekko paused at whatever the hell went down. All of them dead-eyes the anti-social enhancer. Play along they muttered, just play along.
Inja opened her arm, thankfully no one had a camera on hand record this. This this so arkward, she holding onto the air for crying out loud.
Inko still felt a blame for the family pain. Even though they couldn’t touch the interactions was so warm. Sadden grandmother promise if they ever find a way to communicate she’ll make her feel welcome.
All-Might never had a family in life, never had the time. His memories teaching class 1-A very limiting, still they’re the closest thing he has to children. So in a weird sense considers these rambunctious, naive trouble-maker as grand kids. Even if Ichirei the only person able to see him. tried rubbing the liquid swamp like hair and gifted Inko a firm kiss on the left cheek. “Being dead, really does suck.”
Inko looked up leaking heavily. So happy to be given these moments. Took a small joyful glimpse at her mother waving hesitantly back. “Understatement of the millennia, dear.”
X
The scarlet haired mother held the 3-week old scared infant firmly. Double checking the area to know if it’s secure. Began walking down a narrow darken hallway. Rocking the infant slowly, letting her keep the particularly melted xenomorph toy. Whilst having sucking on the peaceful pacifier.
She quickly removed the solid white gloves. Ditching them in the nearest trash can. Mother face began dissolving, disclosing her blonde hair. Reveal the demonic sharp fangs.
After walking serval steps in, turned around. Exhaling a large exhausting sign. Seeing her twelve-year-old son shaken at the door way. Face half way covered by shadow of the cloak. Wicked Christmas colored eyes, and a pure green stain across his body. Terrified to walk into the pathway to the familiar chilling abyss. Want to avoid the cold darkness like the plague. “Mother... is-is...”
Mother rolled her unsettling, couldn’t believe a scaredy-cat used to go one-on-one against All-Might. Raised her free hand towards to freight kid. “Seriously...? Able to single handily kill a nomu no problem, but... fine, hold my hand.”
He tightly squeezed as hard as he could. Swears the empty sound of individual screaming bloody murder surround him. Each one begging for death. Frosted palms stroking harshly against every single crimson hair strand. Broken loose teeth nibbling at both ears. The deepest voices, the one that pierce the swarm shout “Perish...”
Once the three were half way down damning hallway sinister portal opened up. Engulfing the small group entirely. By then boy hand sweating pure untamable fear. Breathing out dreading gust of air. Paralyzed by vision of unknown, yet familiar people.
In mere seconds taken shelter in a hidden base. A warm, well lit comforting room. Walls covered with unaccountable blue-prints, countless crossed-out photos, and unfamiliar map coordinates. Dead center a broken wooden table swirling coffee stain. Busted green cough resting along side.
Twice enter the harrowing room wearing his basic costume walked in greeting the small family. “Toga! How my favorite psychopath! How the kid doing-“
He paused for a moment looking at the little resting girl.
“WHO’S FUCKING BRAT IS THAT...?”
Toga rolled her eyes in careless boredom. She place the child into Twice when smelling how stinky she got. Told the boy to go to his Sensai, kid quickly rushed out of the room. “Meh... huh, who cares? I found her in some random nobody house, Ashido maybe, looked neat. Thought why not?”
Clone creator pinch his annoyed nose. “DON’T HANDOVER THE ROTTEN APPLE, WHAT THE FUCK TOGA! YOU WERE SUPPOSE TO BE ON LOOK OUT! NOT KIDNAPPING! WE’RE IN ENOUGH SHIT ALREADY!”
Toga began doing causal stretches. “Heh, after what I did to Sutaraito, Explosive creep definitely going to fry me. Oh, almost forgot, our resurrect-kid gave Shu one of those bizarre scars. By the way naming the kid Shu.”
“EXACTL-“ Twice then proceed the rest of Toga words. “WAITAMINUTE SHE GO A SCAR AND LIVES!”
“And named Shu, seriously Twice pay attention.”
Wandering boy passed multiple rooms, waving to the hidden newly developed nomus and recognizable faces. Till finding the leader talking to one of the few scientists, near a canine type nomu. Discussing current state of the organization. Needless to say, thing having looked so good. Villains are becoming too afraid to act again, pros getting more love, still game isn’t set.
Instantly Christmas eyed boy spotted his Sensai Tomura, slowly walked up ashamedly to him. Averting his eyes away. “Sensai...”
Decay-user could easily noticed the young boy walking forward. He then cut his conversion bout the hero buster nomu short with the good doctor. Moving his full attention towards his pupil. “Back already?”
“Yes...”
Tomura felt the mortification pouring out. Knew exactly what happened, he failed, again. “Too dark huh?”
“Yes... Sensai, I don’t understand though. Every time it cold, dark, or compact flashes start happening. Sensai, who am I? And why don’t I ever feel like me?
“...” The villain paused momentarily, thinking how the process corrupts both the mind and the body. Then began answering the question precariousness. “Imagine an average convenient store. Nothing special, regular old store, filled with the basic materials. Fruits, drinks, magazines, medicine, ect. Let said five people our inside. The customers, workers, typically citizens.”
“O... Kay.” Kid awkwardly replies puzzled.
The Sensai form his hands into a gun. Pointing, squarely at him. “Now let pretend man holding a gun comes charging in. Now he doesn’t want money see. Let just say he got laid off of work recently and gained a bloodlust. Bang! Bang! All he wants to hear.” Tomura stopping pretending his right hand was a gun, and place it on the confuse boy right shoulder, lifting. Making sure his index finger raised. “Now let just one person there, for story purposes we’ll say it the cashier. She has the perfect quirk for that scenario, but refuses to use it.”
“Why?”
“Cause she waiting for the pajamas wearing men who can fly! Or allowed to anyway.”
Thing became even more confusing. All young pupil could do was mumble back those words. Attempting the find meaning. “...the men who can fly...”
Tomura place his other hand on the left side. Creating a mirror position, squeezing kid shoulders harshly. “The so-called mighty ‘pro-heroes’, the people society relies on for all its problems, especially against violence, course they won’t help. For a nobody in a goofy costume dancing around three meters away. Therefore everyone inside... die.”
Christmas eye child hadn’t a clue what any of that meant. Choose to get more direct with his issue. “No offense Sensai, but what does this have to do with us... with me?”
“People like us can no longer survive in the light, see. For the light belongs a bunch costume lunatics. Alas the lunatics are far to greedy. They prefer to eliminate us, eliminate our few remaining safe shadows. They’re grow stronger because of him, Deku. The unstoppable man who spread society ultimate poison... hope. Which is why we need you, Orushisu.”
“Me...?” The child had multiple names. Orushisu is a name given to him by his mother Toga. Although the title always felt loose.
“Orushisu, the world need something, someone to fear. For fear the greatest contribution to success. Fear of failure pushes individuals to train harder. Fear of death pushes someone to adapt. Fear of facing a powerful creature forces us to evolve. However Deku robbed the world of fear and in exchange given a toxic indolent hope.”
His legitimate name or at least by what the flesh and blood entitles, Sutāraito.
“Which is why is we keep fighting, for the day you arrival. The day you remind the world that the darkness is scary. Force all the lunatics to accept evil is a dangerous threat. Possible more then the one percent can handle. The day they see... the symbol of anarchy.”
Tomura had the purest faith in young Orushisu. For within the depth of child mind contains a force of wicked wrath. All-For-One.
