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Ichirei laid outside on the harsh tile roof, looking on at the infinite abyss which engulfed the night sky. Comparing the very morning sun to a speck of dust. Hearing a disquiet breeze surround him. Maintaining a blank expression regardless how many grand shooting star dashed across the scene.
Sitting on top of a standard two-story structured home. An impenetrable iron bolted gate guarding the area, top by a builded in high-volts security system. The front-yard nothing special, just a simple flat, open-spaced field where Mina goes to star-gazed. Backyard essentially a graveyard, multiple rocks placed throughout in honoring of a few late individuals.
His family in the meantime are enjoying a Sci-Fi movie trilogy called “The Guardians Of The Galaxy.” All three movies play back-to-back right along side each other. Instantly skipping the longwinded end credits. Watching on the living room TV, feasting on a large tub of salty buttered popcorn. They’re so adore in the experiences, that ten-minutes in no one noticed his sudden absence.
And even if they did it wouldn’t make a difference. Ichirei been doing this vanishing act repeatedly for months on in. Fading like a shadow amongst a darken room. Finding no real sense of firm loyalty in remaining still. Choosing to instead escape the prison of massive crowds.
Whatever the reason the lonesome child had a better time being in sheer isolation. This impregnable mindset had been deeply seeded within, furthermore grow so vastly it unsettling. Finding even small gathering insufferable. Outside a special group of fellow misfits, he’ll bail on a moment notice.
Alas, the poor child can never truly be left in peace. A sad fact proven when a random tall woman suddenly appeared out of the midst of nowhere. Who unintentionally landed face flat on the strong unsympathetic tiled roof. Afterward became a bit dazed and confused. Seemingly discovering her body now blue, slightly transparent, also amazingly lighter. Going so far as to squeeze both cheeks tightly to insure this is real.
Course Ichirei became accustom to these “unusual” activities. Able to exactly know what she thinking and how to reply. Seeing a clear mental bullet pointer of what to cover. Subconsciously comparing each time a bright blue figure popped up random to eating a slice bread. Almost exhausting having to remember the amount time theses acquaintances had visited.
Before, plain kid recalled minor piece of Inko. Recalling the warm puffy face, green downward hair, positive kind hearted smile- Crap, this is a relative. Seeing how much the stranger resemble Grandma Inko. Maybe the grandma mother perchance? A Great-Grandma? Huh, why not.
He began the typical brief routine greeting. Explaining all the various vital information in one go. “First, my name Ichirei, last name Midoriya. Second, no one beside me can see and/or hear you, so keep your lousy crying to yourself. Third, your definitely a ghost, but unable to fly, phase through walls, etc. Four, for whatever reason you can’t get more than fifteen meters away from me, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try. Last, but not least, I don’t care who you were, so leave me the hell alone.”
The unknown respondent looked utterly baffled. “Okay... my name Shimura Nana, and wow... your a dick.”
Ichirei extended both index fingers straight up. Then activated his electric enhancement quirk that causes precipitating changes. Like his black hair swapping to a pale blue. Honey eyes beginning to glow neon green. Skin shinning a silver light. Finally, the scleras alter to match his energetic mother.
Bolt of a small sliver spark connected between both end, forming the words “I”and “Care.”
“Since your confused it understandable that you were only able to hear the words “I” and “Care.” While in between temporally going deaf and failing to realizes “Don’t” right there in the middle.”
After a quick flash, summoned the word “Don’t” in the middle.
Shimura face (unironically) when dead. The easy look, lucid eyes, those effortless movement, overall plain look. She knew without a shadow of a doubt this kid was her very own descendent (great-grandson), crap. Uncomfortable whispered to herself awkwardly. “Shit... this is what Grand Torni meant...”
Ichirei shifted back into looking out at the swarming misty void. Questioning what his bizarre pink mother finds so fascinating. Switching off his vigorous quirk and dismissed the galvanic changes. Once again appearing as a regular, plain child.
Since the tile roof proved unstable to walk on. The deceased enhancers prefer to chat sitting down Chris-Crossed. “Y’know your taking this whole ordeal offaly well kiddo.”
Boy kept his eyes directly towards the darkened sky, replied in a causal statement. “About what...?”
“Hel~~~lo! Are you blind!” Shimura began to wildly cycle herself over and over. “Your talking to someone who actually kicked the god damn bucket. Who personal fat lady had song the final tune. hell, I’m unliving proof ghosts are fucking real!”
“So...?” He asked lacking any array of emotions.
“What do you mean so!? Anyone else be pissing there pants right now! Try gulping down truck loads of pills! Throw away their collection of boozes! A scientist go jumping into the loony bin! Even a priest would shout something involving Kingdom mother fucker Come!” She pause for a few moments to catch her breathe.
Took at least ten whole aching seconds before she could continue to speak again. Waited an extra ten second to recollect her rampant thoughts. Gone the extra mile to try claiming down.
“But you... you don’t really seem fazed. Treating this little supernatural crap, like... like I don’t know having a conversation over a lousy cup of hot coffee.” Tilling her head left, slightly annoyed.
“Should I be?” Ichirei shrug his shoulder.
Getting kinda aggregated, puffed out both cheeks out. Started speaking in a while her lips were tightly pressed together. Making a expression more fitting for a grumpy child. “Stop being a big, fat Meanie-Beanie.”
“Meanie-Beanie? Real mature grandma.”
“Grandma!? Who you calling a Grandma!?” Shimura grumbled, winking-up a fist. Yet, kept the grumpy childish act.
“Your right, GREAT-Grandma.”
“Sheesh, I swear a pest like could give All-For-One a tolerable name.” She angrily flickered the boy forehead to no prevailed.
“All-For-One...?” Ichirei instantly paused at that very name. As if a sudden force started pulling him downward. Almost like a suppressed nightmare. Felt oddly horrified and strangely thrilled.
Course Shimura didn’t want to share any further detail discussing him. That bastard made too many people suffer. Plus, she lost a lot cause of him, including her own damn life. Thankfully, All-For-One dead now. Hopefully suffered a horrible end, one most fitting for a truly heinous devil.
So to redirect attention toward something more flavorful, like how school going. The enhancer did what she did best. Smile. By leaning forward, pointing two index finger out at him, then forming a gigantic lovable smile. “I’m sorry sunny, but my memory must be failing me. I mean didn’t you say the words “I” and “Care” with a great big “Don’t” in the middle? Beside it really common knowledge, I mean don’t your teachers tell you this crap?”
Ichirei paused, averted eye contact. After a heavy moment of silent made a short sigh. “I stopped going...”
This information proofed incredibly shocking. Taken back a few minor inches, done some rapid blinking. Unknowingly began scratching strands of her green hair. Finding it difficult accept what her great-grandson just said. “I’m sorry... what... why...?”
Ichirei vision wandered around aimlessly. Refusing to remain in a singular location. Catching random glimpses of street lights and whatever else posed remotely interesting. Yet, his body and face stayed seated. Two whole minutes had passed before Ichirei answered the question. “How Strong do you have to be to kill others people dreams?”