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Honestly, who would’ve thought a child could see the truth that was being hidden and tossed around the courtroom?
“The answer is clear: both sides were at fault.” A little girl with curly green hair spoke in a monotonous voice. Her light blue dress that was stained in dark red showed the horror she went through. Despite her Aunty Bakugou Mitsuki’s advice, the little girl refused to change out of it.
After all, it was the last thing her father gave her.
“Despite the way everyone is trying to pinpoint the blame on the accused, it was clear that not only was this man,” the girl said, pointing at the criminal on the stand.
The girl looked at the man with pale skin, gray eyes and red hair with her dull green eyes. The man quickly looked away when he met her eyes. They were cold and murderous, unlike the way they looked just the other day when he raided his home. A man with the Quirk to make his skin extend and shift into metal daggers. She remembered the way those daggers impaled her father, his blood scatter around the home she loved and adored. All to protect his beloved family.
“-but also the local Hero department was at fault at the misfortune that fell upon my family.” The little girl said, stunning the entire court. Murmuring coursed through the court. “The Hero office around the Shizuoka Prefecture, Morning Glass, is known to be a bit of an incompetent agency.”
“What are you rambling about?!” An off duty Hero shouted from the audience. “How dare you-”
“A prime example of what I just said,” the girl said, turning her attention to the judge. “It’s the agency lack of discipling their heroes and making them accept their policies that lead to this misfortune.” The girl then took out a book, flipping through the pages. “Hero Agency Name: Morning Glass.”
“Child, what are you-” the judge started to say until the little girl prompt to read more.
“Code of emergencies: Upon the time a villain or crime is committed, all Heroes on duty must report to the agency or check the agency’s web files for further actions regarding the emergency.” The girl said, looking at the judge before looking back at her notebook. “Depending on the situation, a Hero must do whatever in their ability to help the citizens within the domain of the situation.”
“Just what are-”
“In cases of the criminal/villain invading private property and having hostages, the Hero that gets to the scene first must contact the agency for backup before entering the property unless they have a small team already formed with a plan at hand.” The girl then closed the book.
“What is that suppose to mean? The judge asked the girl.
“The Hero that got to the scene went against that code. When he got there, not only was the hero alone, but he was an off duty hero that did not have any of their equipment with them. They didn’t contact their agency for help, nor did they try to. They simply barged into the house and tried to fight of the criminal after they managed to kill my father. Because they wanted to successfully take down the criminal on their own,” The girl looked at her hands. “My mother was taken hostage and was almost killed. And not only that.” The girl looked at the judge with cold eyes. “The Hero refused to get help from the others that came over. Because of that, I could’ve lost my entire family in one night. Luckily, my mother was only stabbed. However, that doesn’t change the fact that she suffered from trauma. I thought a Hero was suppose to help, not become a problem.”
“Izuku, come on. Let’s go home.” An ash blond haired boy said, nudging the girl in front of him with his foot. Curly long green haired tied into a high ponytail remained motionless as emerald eyes stared at the tombstone in front of her. “Mother is making udon noodles.”
“Leave me Katsuki.” Izuku said as she continued to sit on front of the tombstone that read Midoriya Hisashi. “Dad wants to talk more.”
“Not this shit again.” Katsuki said, grabbing her arm in attempts to pull her up, but to no avail. “We’re going!” But Izuku refused to get up.
“Let go!” Izuku said, trying her best to pull her arm back, but she knew it was in vain. Bakugou had been working out since he said he wanted to get into U.A. for highschool.
U.A, the school for Heroes. The school who created various ‘Heroes’ that saved the world. How ridiculous. Some Heroes they were. They were all just a bunch of wannabes, fakes.
“As if I fucking would!” Bakugou said, lifting her off the ground and grabbing her by the shoulders. “Stop fucking moping around and let’s go home. Did you forget what today is?” Izuku looked at her childhood friend.
“Did you have to remind me?”
“Izuku! Calm down!” Mitsuki said, trying to stop the rampaging girl from destroying her room. Once the verdict was written, it was over. The last of Izuku’s sanity left her. She began to scream and yell, resulting in Mitsuki having to drag her out of the courtroom and take her home. However, the minute Izuku was placed into her room, she quickly went in search of Katsuki’s baseball bat and started to smash everything in the room. The bookcase was tossed over, her computer smashed to pieces and her books torn apart.
“Calm down? Calm down? How the fuck can I when they let them both get away!” Izuku said, grabbing the bat she dropped earlier. “Mental issues? Being a novice? Lack of backup and communication?! Do you think I’m going to buy the shit they said!?” Izuku said, dropping the bat once more. “And then sending Mom to a mental institute!? She doesn’t have to go there! She could’ve….she could’ve…” Mitsuki rushed to the girl, embracing the small child in her arms.
“Oh Izuku, I know. I know your mother didn’t need to be sent. Inko wasn’t that stable, but there was no changing the doctor’s mind. Your mother needed special care after what happened.” Mitsuki said, patting Izuku’s small curls lovingly, in hopes of calming the angered child.
“Mitsuki, the papers are done.” A voice said, making Mitsuki look at the doorway.
“Masaru, what-”
“Adoption papers. Izuku is our kid now.” Masaru said, walking over to the two in the middle of the trashed room. He stooped down to Izuku’s level, a smile gracing his face. “Welcome home Izuku. I hope we can help you feel at home again until you mother is able to back home.”
“I didn’t mean about the stupid verdict. I meant you being part of our family.”
“Family? As if I were that to you.” Izuku spat out, looking at Katsuki’s ruby eyes. “You guys just did it out of pity. Out of guilt. Why would you accept a Quirkless, useless child like me? Someone who looks nothing like you three. A pitiful charity.”
“Is that what you think of yourself? That you're just another problem child? Give me a fucking break.” Katsuki said, turning around to leave.
“Give you a break?” Katsuki turned around to face his friend. “ Why can't life give me one? And what the hell do you know about me? All you care is about self image. Never noticed the shit that's happened to me. Never noticed the damn bullying and stares I get at school. Some Hero you are.” Izuku said, walking past him, bumping his shoulder as she walked past him and jumping into a sprint.
“Izuku!” Katsuki yelled in attempts to make her slow down, but he knew better. If he had a bad temper, she was on a higher level when pissed. But can he really blame her?
Katsuki sighed as he ran a hand through his hair and rummaged through his pocket to take his phone out. After scrolling through his contacts, he tapped his screen and held the device to his ear.
“Hey old hag, we’re getting home late. Izuku just ran off.”
Izuku slowed down when she came up to a bust joint. She was in an alley, catching her breath from the running she did from the cemetery. She didn’t want her stupid ‘brother’ to find her. She needed a break from him.
She crouched down, opening her school bag to take out an All Might sweater the Bakugou’s had given her for her birthday, a navy mask, a white ribbon and a pair of black round prescription glasses. She quickly took off the lenses from the glasses and put them on as she didn’t actually wear glasses. She put the sweater over she school uniform and tied the white ribbon around her hair to resemble rabbit ears. For her final touch, she put on the mask and wandered into the busy joint, looking for a place to go into. Just as she walked towards the arcade that caught her eye, she bumped into a boy with an all black uniform.
“S-Sorry.” Izuku stuttered as she looked at the boy with piercing heterochromia eyes. His right eye was gray while the other was of a dull turquoise color. Even his hair was two different colors; his left side was red while the right was white. “Never seen him around here.” She mumbled.
The boy simply stared at her before continuing to walk away.
“A simple thank you or nod would have sufficed.” Izuku said as he walked away. She sighed as she entered the arcade before bumping into another person. Great, she thought. “Sorry about-”
“Oh! You’re the girl that was here last time!” The person said with a cheery voice, contrast to how he looked. Izuku looked over the man who approached her. Light blue hair and red eyes. Unattended skin and scars adorning both his eye and lip. Why was she feeling as if this wasn’t supposed to happen?
“Do you know me?” Izuku said, crossing her arms. The man laughed.
“Who wouldn’t know you? The middle schooler who defeated this arcade’s best at his own game! You are the new Queen of the game!” The man said, looking over at Gunslinger Stratos 2 machine in the distance. Izuku looked over at the machine as well, walking towards it.
“How are you sure that it was me that was the girl?” Izuku asked, the man following her shortly behind.
“You’re the only one who is just like me.” The man said into her ear, sending a shiver down Izuku’s spine. “Another child falling victim to this society filled with false Heroes.”
“W-Who are you?” Izuku said, turning to look at the man now sitting at the nearby chairs.
“Well, aren’t you going to play?” The man said, making Izuku look at the game that had registered her card.
“H-How-” Izuku started only to get cut off by the man.
“Aww man! You died! Guess it’s my turn!” The man said, walking up to the game, Izuku quickly stepping back and noticing a mist surround her card.
“Warp. You have a Quirk, or rather,” Izuku scanned the area with her eyes. “Someone close to you has it.” The man chuckled.
“Quite observant, aren’t you...Izuku?” The man said with a grin.
“How did you know my name?”
“Because that boy has been calling you name for the past few moments.” The man said, pointing towards the entrance of the arcade. Izuku turned her head, only to be face to face with the person who she had run from earlier.
“Ka-Kacchan! What are- where did he go?” Izuku said, turning around in search of the man. Only, she had realized she was no longer inside the arcade.
“Kacchan? Haven’t heard that in a while. Are you okay? Didn’t bump into something, or did you you idiot?” Katsuki said, wondering why Izuku was paranoid. “Oi!” Katsuki called when he saw her run back into the arcade. “Izu-” He started when he saw her scanning the arcade from the front.
“Here’s not here.” Izuku said, clenching her fists. “We have to go.”
“Who is not here? The fuck is going on?”
“Nothing. Let’s go. I’m hungry.”
“You guys said you were coming home late! I didn’t set up the table!” Mitsuki said when Katsuki yelled an ‘I’m home!’ while Izuku muted hers.
“Shut it old hag! Stop making excuses for nothing setting it up!”
“You ungrateful brat! Oh! Welcome home Izu-chan!” Mitsuki said, approaching the girl and quickly squeezed her a hug.
“I'm back.” Izuku said, taking off the final piece of her outfit she had earlier. Mitsuki looked at her blankly before smiling.
“We're having udon noodles for dinner! So wash yourselves and then come downstairs! Especially you Katsuki! You reek of sweat!”
“You don't have to tell me twice you old hag!” Katsuki said as he walked up the stairs, Izuku just staring at the retreating back. She looked at Mitsuki.
“What's wrong Izu-chan?”
“Just call me Izu and I'm not hungry.” Izuku said, walking passed Mitsuki to go to her room. She heard the squeals of excitement that boomed through the halls.
Slamming her bedroom door behind her, Izuku slumped to the floor.
Who was that guy that approached her?