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To say Shimura carefree would be an understatement. Being a pro just one of the thing she truly enjoyed. The rush of danger? Saving thousands, even million of lives? Or simply being allowed to us her specular quirk Everyone had there own idea what made her happy.
Unfortunately, no body knew she cries hours on end whenever she was alone. Hearing her daughter echoing cries for her beloved mother to return.
What be more insufferable?
Then poof out of nowhere she popped into a white freaking void. At enchanter jokingly pondered if she’ll go mad. Or hallucinate Alice in wonderland character. Finger crossed the white rabbit comes hopping along.
At the merely took in the silent figuring there nothing better to-do. “Fuck!” Moment later prayed to god for something better to do. Only to get reward by hearing two maniacs curse whole nine yard from far away.
After few second able recognize two bastard. First looked like a chubby, over-weighted, green haired woman. Pouring out over three dozen galloons. Continuously mentioning her grand babies. Second a giant muscular, blonde- HOLY CRAP TOSHI! Former mentor both confused and excited discovering her successor here as well.
Running faster than the looney tune road runner. So rejoiced she prep to give the punk world largest hug. However before calling her student name out loud, a vision presented itself. A dark, damning one of her, and her mangled-up, lifeless body. All-might shadow looming over her body.
This cause Shimura to pause in place. Would stayed there if not catching how truly empty All-Might was. Able feel the fear, rage, pity, and most of all regret. Ultimately thinking ha hell, why not? What the worst that could happen? Died, doubtful.
She quietly sneaked up on the two. Once decease pro in close enough range. Popped up and surprise them both. Doing her iconic double finger smile. Wanting to giving out a warm lovable time. “Come on, Toshi, why so gloomy!” Would mine dealing with whatever the fuck going on with these two. Practically prepared spend a century simply hanging out and enjoying life.
however... “Mom...?” Chubby woman cried out of nowhere.
X
Eri finished telling her baby slimy sister Inja a cheerful bed story. Normally a Japanese bedtime story be horror themed to enforce a lesson. However, due to Eri up bringing she disdain terrifying the very person she considers sister. Instead using a sweet eastern three little pig tale.
Inja bedroom had couple poster of the Miruko and Wild Wild Pussycats. Few toys dedicate to her parents former classmates and teachers. Walls painted bright colorful green, decorated around wonderful dancing hearts. Small size pink bed wrapped in a green bolt blanket. Wardrobe held either a custom of a heroine she admires dearly, or the mandatory waterproof outfits (only kind of clothing Inja capable of wearing).
Unfortunately the green child was a gigantic scaredy cat. Still shaken from memories sneaking in her parents room and caught glimpses of the Aliens movie. “OH NO, THOSE ADORABLE PIGGIES!” A fact reinforce once Inja cried out in utter horror.
Took the pale hair woman a full two minutes to claim the child down. Whole time how she should just played the Disney cartoon.
After another five getting Inja tugged in bed. Horned doctor trainee saw the pink mother in the hallway. Simply standing perfectly still as a statue, eyes dead set on random picture frame resting. Having an unaccustomed frown showing.
“Mimi...?” She muttered.
“Gotta saying that?” Said the unmistakable clam voice from behind.
Even before fully turning around she smile, knowing exactly who stood there. “Sorry, just Zizi, roll off the tongue better than Izuku.” Wasn’t wrong, Izuku always felt painfully plain, and feel scornful calling her adopted father after his hero attire.
Eri took another look at her saddened adopted mother. Discovering a bleak tear stroking the left cheek. Saw a pure miserable expression instilled on Mina. Tilling head slightly to the left found out exact image pink mother cries toward. Image of a newly born Ichirei wrapped in his mother pink arms. Precious moment shared between the two.
Without warning the gifted child managed to walk pass Pale hair doctor and green pro undecided. Two haven’t a clue when boy arrived. Almost disturbing on how swift the movement was, even more how effortlessly they appear.
Father dumbfounded by what to say. Only hesitantly reach out a nervous arm. Internally praying for the right words to summon forth. Despairingly sentience never finished. Hopping beyond hope his cold nature son least turn around. “I-Ichi... Ichirei how have... wanna...”
“Meh.” Young enchanter never turned around, nor bothered elaborating further. Word devoid of emotions, no malice, sadness, joy, nothing. Perchance harbored a faint compassionate cry, course more of a guess than fact.
Shimura grew ill when seeing the exchanges given between her heroic grandson and ungraceful brat. Definitely heart breaking to say the least. The fact she unable to communicate with anyone beside the aloof brat felt like a kick in an open deep wound.
X
“Mom...?” Chubby woman cried out of no where. Swiftly fellow up with quick blurs of the long since abandoned child. Good times, bad times, and that ugly moment.
“I... I... you...” Shimura buffed by the news. Mind thrown in absolute turmoil. Riding a rollercoaster of thousand, upon thousands of wild emotions. Remaining silent as she desperately struggles to comprehend what going on. Switching back and forth from sanity and madness. Trying so darn hard to accept this as reality. Internally divided, one side in stuck in disbelief, other side hardly doing better.
Chubby woman began started growing discourages, quite honestly little terrified. Poor extractor didn’t want to deal with this crap, especially when coming to terms with being decease. Preferring to instead hide behind the giant All-Might. Who unsettled by what he transpiring before him.
Going from randomly scratch herself like an animal, to temporality becoming mute. Walking repetitively unstably around in circles. At random times spouting out pure utter nonsense.
Whole time though she slowly breaking down til finally collapsing down like a train wreck. Gushing out an ocean shouting out; “MY PRECIOUS BABY...”
“Ms. Midoriya... Please prefer to me as Ms. Midoriya.” Alas Inko refuse didn’t hold silver compassion in return. Choosing to reply from peeking pass All-Might buff left leg.
Grabbing the leg harshly, course he didn’t really mind since the grip felt kinda like panda hug. Then again the decease hero turned red once he started feeling woman breasts press up. Too bad the expression didn’t go unnoticed. Made clear by the heart-aching mother frustrated face, and crackling her knuckles.
In background an elderly grumbled howled across the void.
X
After big sis Eri went home, Ichirei gone to take a quick bath. Before leaving took the liberty of prepping a soapy tub. Setting a decent change of clothes near the sink.
Three years ago plain boy take on along his slimy ‘twin’ Inja and alien mom Mina. Now though, kid wanted very little to do beside them. Choosing be alone whenever necessary. Too bad what he considers a bath compressive of a bucket containing soapy water, splashing it on top of himself. Shelves full of fairy tales resembling Snow White and pre-quirk American superhero graphic novels.
Half the time while dressed, which held little to no concern due. Kid always summon a burst of sliver energy. Instantaneously dry up, skin, hair, cloths, etc.
“Gotta be kidding me?” Former One-for-all-user asked hand to face.
Shrugging shoulders, gave a pretty mild answer. “Yeah, pretty much.”
“Oh my god.” Shimura almost amazes just how aloofness great-grandson truly was. Kid so detach from people, to the point he easily get mistaken for an alien invader from another planet lightyears away. Despite estimating a good guess, she grudgingly asked. “Those aren’t three days old clothes right?”
“Replaces days with wee-“
Shimura cut the kid off right there, pointed directly at the tub. “Get in that fucking tub right now, or I swear to god-“ quickly altered the request once realize the brat bout to jump head first into the tub. “Stripe you idiot!”
After a good minute or two undressing stubborn kid, they finally enter the bubble fill tub. Despite not needn’t to decease heroine snap her finger to changes into her birthday suit. Hiding her ‘naughty bits’ amongst the soap and steam fellowing out.
Spend a few seconds shampoo his black curly hair. Then peculiar plain boy submerge half his face, then began blowing air carefree bubbles out. Mainly out of intolerable boredom. Ichirei really couldn’t less if the muscular lady naked or not (he was six years old). Merely following the order given out by said lady.
Shimura discovered she created a faint spark against her great-grandson skin. Energy so minuscule less effective than a harmless bug bit. Though did allow her to abject the soap around. Perhaps it the fact she cable or doing something, or because it’s highly likely the kid screw things up. Regardless, Shimura aided Ichirei in cleaning himself. “Jesus, when was the last time you scrubbed behind the ears? If it was over a month ago don’t answer.”
“Than what should I tell you?” Said blankly.
Pretending she didn’t hear that indirect answer, wanted understand what the child knew. Reason because kid flat out admitted he stop isn’t going school. She wanted to see just how much information Ichirei had on hand. First should best check history. “Who were considered the greatest warrior in ancient?”
Without skipping a beat a skinny, pale hair, kinda tired out guy appeared before them. A guy whose famous for being the first One-for-all user. Since he obviously a direct reason for Ichirei abilities and the stockpile of departed, weakened man been titled as ‘First.’ Same way as most of the heroes preferred to by their title than there actually name. Making the fact he landed face first on the harsh solid floor hilarious. “Ow...”
“Hey First, who were the considered the greatest warrior in ancient times?”
Unfortunate sicker hadn’t the foggiest clue what the hell going on. Alas as soon as the skinny man turned around he saw Shimura naked in the tub, his nose squirted out a quarter of blood and collapsed to the ground. First user locked both eyes tight. “Shimura... wha- why- THE HELL GOING ON!?”
“I taking a bath with Ichirei pervert.” She said clammily trying desperately to clean kid filthy curly hair. Boy help she thought to herself.
“I DRAGGED HERE, AGAINST MY WILL MIND YOU, OUT OF NOWHERE! SAID HERE WHERE YOUR NAKED DESPITE THE FACT OUR OUTFITS CAN’T WET!? ALMOST FORGOT, WHY THE HELL ARE YOU NAKED!?” First user shouted absolutely clueless.
Shimura pinch the decease sicken man on the nose. Form a lovable smile finger squeezed smile and answered sarcastically. “Because it’d be pretty fucked-up otherwise.”
“WE’RE GHOST! GHOST!! IT ALREADY FUCK-UP!!”
Shimura stood up to hug the frustrated confused bastard. “Oh thank cherry blossom! You’ve got common sense!” She still naked and gripping him real tight.
Unlike the rest of the individual looming amongst Ichirei. The One-For-All-User maintain a large majority of their memories. Since One-For-All essentially a legacy quirk, there was some sort of family tree amongst these users.
Right now First think really, really hard on wether he in hell or not. Mental calculating the idea of grimmer fates than the traditional fire inferno. Asking if maybe, just maybe this all fragment of down below. First kept thinking so he didn’t have to knowledge the fact the person he views as a great-granddaughter nude and having a tight squeezes on him.
Mindset short catching a glimpse the boy who in the center of all this crap. Ignore First existence and preoccupied on Seventh-User questions. Thinking out loud; ‘Yeah, no doubt about, this kid definitely fuck.’
X
Poor, poor Inko wasn’t one to be in luck or misfortune. Then again never expect to having a fully powered-up All-Might to be hiding behind her. To add salt to injuries, it from an old elder, shivered-up man needing a cane. Wow, this is totally humiliating, thankfully Izuku isn’t watching.
Seventh one-for-all-user feeling a major headache bout now. Accepting death, rediscovering the daughter she abandon, witnessing her beloved student getting bit close to said daughter. “Torino, is that...” Now dear friend Torino an old man, sure why the hell not?
“SONOFABITCH!!” Old rocket style hero bursted out. Waving his wrinkly arm out every which way. “GOOD HEALTH MY ASS! COULDN’T KICK THE BUCKET AROUND I DON’T KNOW EARLY THIRTY! MANAGED TO OUTLIVE ALL YOU BASTARD, AND I’M STUCK AS AN OLD MAN WHAT THE HELL!?”
“Now... now... m-master n-nothing certain yet...” All-Might muttered whilst his entire body shivers out.
Inko started blessing red just how ark ward everything gotten. “S-sorry... excludes me... not very enlighten on the whole hero deal like my son, but how...”
Old pro raised an eye, question the lady intelligence. “Ma’am, no offend, but I’m older than dirt, surrounded by people whom are long since dead. Be frank, I’m either dead or looney. And had one, too many thrashing go looney.”
Shimura stood still, shocked, simply shocked how much had changed. Sure she recognizes she perished due to All-For-One. Realizes couple years pass cause of Inko. Expected things differs based on Toshi appearance. Although taking one glimpse at Grand Torino made the pro acknowledge how extreme the situation is.
Man twice her age, had a more rambunctious personality thank previous. Old-timer her dearest friend, now completely redone. Yeah, this hand down, worst waaay worse than death (technically).
X
Ichirei all dried-up and wore a pair of approbate dull silver button-up pajamas. Planning on sleep other night inside his featureless bedroom. The king size bed laid neat and clean, most of all untouched. Walls color solely plain dull gray. Shelves consist of numerous unopened Christmas/Birthday presents. Loosely coins can easily be uncovered thorough the room. Wardrobe entire made of solid colored clothing.
Enchanter always slept inside a mundane silver sleeping bag dead center. Never alongside a pillow filthy or otherwise. Resting soundly on a rough spotless roof (because nine out of ten blank child wandered off to an unspecified location).
Every single night Mina travel across her home. Checking her little children resting. Where Inja door have a minor crack allowing alien peek inside. Ichirei the exact opposite, secured heavily. Pink is able to hear any average noises inside the room nevertheless.
Shimura next to the door on the side. Waiting for the little meanie go to sleep. Had no further plan whatsoever. Making what happened next all more unexpected.
Boy head laid on his left arm. Body two-thirds into the bag. “Hey, GREAT-grandma, why are you here?”
Deceased pro replied, carelessly providing all information she knew. “No clue, asked Fourth, Sixth, or hell get the weirdo called Night-Eye to laugh. I’ve been too busy trying reconnect...” Briefly paused, afterwards proceed in most up beat manner ever. “And know what I learned these past couple years of trying nonstop. I SUCK at mending old wounds. Like the worst, term out you can go deeper than rock bottom, call H.E-“
“Don’t care.” Ichirei rude disclose.
“Then why ask dick?”
“I mean, why haven’t you left yet?”
It quite obvious that these ghost bodies allow them to move out side, there were any good up sides. There fragile as glass, expect enchanter, but more like an upgrade to being a rubber balloon. No traditional ghostly abilities like phrasing, flying, or shit like that. Most noteworthy fact only one person able to see them. What more he isn’t most heart warming guy talk to.
Seventh-user thought about, why was she dealing with the prick. Sure two are related, but hell she his great-grandma. Connection did feel slim at best. Although didn’t take long find a solid reason.
Slowly crouched down rest her legs up. “Besides a shitty meeting I’ve gotta attend. Got nothing to do. Would skip it like always if” she said this next bit in a cutesy, rejoice manner. Her statics eyes pupils spark up into larges shining hearts. “My preciou~~~s Inko wasn’t going in adorable green furry care-bear onesie pajamas.”
“Okay... hey, mind...” Boy hesitate for the first time in his entire life. “Know any good fucking stories?”
“Find, but you’ve better clean out that shitty mouth of your! Can’t stand to hear you that fucking language!” Said the hypocrite.
The story about a simple bank robbery stopped. Story plain, boring, there wasn’t anything thrilling about it. Instead ghost made ridiculous poses keep things interesting. To her surprise Ichirei held on to every single word. Boy never alter his expression, staying superficial as ever, but kept a full undivided attention on her. Sure boy forget half the words as there being said, but still.
“Gotta catch a that meeting soon, huh?” He asked once she finished.
“Hey, I sure, I’ll screw thing up faster than they get started. Either way, be right back promise.” Lifting a pinky finger up.
“Okay...” Boy gave a quick yawn dropping dead asleep. “Goodnight... mom...” passed out unaware what he just sighed out.
“What piece of shit can’t follow conduct a pink promise.” Frustrated heroine made a quick leave oblivious to his statement. Focus more on how Boy didn’t bother doing the pinky promise.
Perchance the two words came out so causal Shimura didn’t realize what he said. Alas the unexpected hidden third party member heard it. Mina fell to her knees, heart broken.