Will I ever?

by Sparkls_028

Summary:

Quirks are what makes a person a person.
Without one is a sentence that some consider worse than death.
After his fourth birthday Izuku is disowned and thrown on the streets to survive on his own for being born quirkless.
Until he cant and finally gives up on one stormy afternoon.

Notes:

I could make this a series but I’m not completely confident I would be able to post chapters on a regular basis. I would love to make it a series if possible but as of now nothing is set in stone.

The second semester of school has started and Ive been telling myself its one of the most important years of my high school life and I need to push myself to do better.
That and having a part time job lessen the amount of free time I have.

But I’m determined to eventually start up a series. It may be this one or the story might just stop here.
Only time will tell.

Chapter 1: The end?

A trembling hand reaches up to the skies, barely noticeable between the patches of trash that hides yet provides just enough space to hide a small child. The desperate hand claws to move the trash mound away, a last chance to find out what happiness would feel like. Silent, large tears fall down a tiny pale face full of freckles.
Only small whimpers escape the mouth of the person who lays trapped in his own body, a body that has no energy left to try and move anymore. Legs that are so tired of running and bending in awkward positions in order to hide. His whimpers unheard by the world outside of the small, dark ally way. A small drizzle starts to form as the hand is able to finally reach to the sky, feeling the small taps of the cold rain hitting a tiny hand. The cold surrounding the outstretched limb and eventually reaching to hug the child, under the garbage, in a cold embrace.
The drizzle picks up to pouring and after every second the air around gets colder. The sound of pounding of rain overpowering the wails of a tired, starving kid. A outcast of society who will have known nothing but suffering since the age of 4 till his inevitable death bed of trash while it storms. Abandoned only a week after his parents finding out how much a screw up their son was. A disappointment to their family name, unfit to live without punishment for being a Quirkless deku. Surviving on the streets of Musutafu for 2 years, as of 4 days ago, has finally starting to catch up to him with all the injuries he has acquired over the years.
Bruises and scars littering such a youngling who is finally succumbing to the lack of basic necessities and harsh life he’s known.
Closing his tired eyes and letting the small hand go limp, the small fire within weakens. A depressed heart thundering for the longing feeling that he knows he will never feel. Its pointless to try when you know you’ll crash and burn in the end.

...Useless brat...
..Stupid mistake...
...failure of a person..
..No one wants you around...
..you shouldn’t be here....
...kill your self...
...your so weak...
..i feel bad for your mom...
...no wonder your mother hits you...
...now you’ll ever be a hero...
...your unfixable...

 

“leave and never come back
you disgraceful worthless
brat..”

 

 

So much to happen in one week that was supposed to be the happiest days of his life.
Everything went so wrong so fast. Everyone turning their backs and shunning the waste of space.
Discovering that being Quirkless made you unworthy.
can you blame them?... don’t you deserve this?...

‘the only thing i deserve is death’

 

 

The world continues to move as a small light starts to flicker out.
People obliviously walking past the ally way, with the small hand reaching out from the depths of the trash mound. The rain settling to a steady drizzle once more., causing the the hand to shake and shiver as it is unable to move back to what little warmth is provided under the garbage.
Time has come to take the small flame.

The flame left buried under its shelter. The last thing the flame hears will be the taps of the rain.
A creaks of the old building rooftops.
A pair of footsteps running to them...
Something warm grabs his wrist...
The weight of pilled up trash lifting off his body at a rapid pace.

The cold embracing them before warm...

Cracking his eyes slightly... only to see blurry lights fly by.
He makes contact with worried wide red eyes.

The warmth is comfortable as he gives in greedily..
Closing his eyes for what he can only hope is for the last time as he hears a rough scratchy voice from off in the distance simply saying “stay...a-awake..litt..nger”

But ‘I can’t’, giving into the darkness that tugs at my consciousness.

Chapter 2: Running out of time

Summary:

What is meant to only be a small coffee break turns into a mission.

Notes:

Progress!!!

I apologize for this chapter taking so long to come out and yes it’s because of the typical school reasons of being a pain in the arse as well as my own horrible addiction to procrastinating on projects.
I will try hard to get another chapter out when I can but no promises that it will be within the next week.
School is really kicking my butt right now and while I would love to procrastinate on doing my work even more, I refuse to give up totally and let my grades go crappy.
I apologize again and hope you understand.

And! To those who took time to read my first chapter and leave comments and kudos, well I honestly can’t thank you enough.

At first I set low standards for myself and didn’t think I would be able to think of something for this 2nd chapter or even continue the story but every comment and kudos I got just drove me to write this chapter and not give up!

Without you I wouldn’t have been able to do this so thank you!

When you sleep, the world keeps moving.
When your working, others are relaxing, and when your happy others are sad.

When your dying, others are living.

Things you can only wish for are realities for others. Wishing will get you nowhere in the end.
Of course he already knew this. He had wished everything that happened in that one final week to have just been a nightmare. He would wake up the next day showered in kisses by his mom.

He would go to school and everyone would welcome him. No one would be mean because kacchan would stand up for him and tell him how cool he was.

In a perfect world he would have an amazing quirk.
His dad would still be around, mom would be proud, and Everyone would nice.
He wouldn’t have to try to avoid his ‘friend’, and he wouldn’t come home to his mother blaming herself and take our her anger and frustration on him. It never got very physical but her acid like words did far more damage then any physical pain could do to him. If only...

But this wasn’t a perfect world.

It all happened so fast. His world was flipped and everything changed for the worse. There was nothing he could do to try and change it and when he tried, it only made things even worse. Everything that could have went wrong did go wrong all within one measly week.

One week

And after that nothing was the same.

‘when will it be over’ is all he can think of as he aimlessly floats in the darkness of his subconscious.

~~~~~

It had been a boring night with only a few small crimes to deal with. A attempted mugging here, a purse thief there, overall nothing interesting most likely due to the downpour that had started a couple hours prior. While he had no problem working in the rain but it did cause the problem of slippery rooftops.

The rain had come out of nowhere and turned his nice clear skies to dark stormy clouds that efficiently blocked out the setting sun thus ruining his night but thankfully it eventually moved on to ruin someone else’s night.

While his schedule usually consisted of starting later into the night, the hero had no problem starting earlier because it meant going home earlier. He also liked occasionally watching the sun set. Something about seeing the sun go down and the stars come out just made the hero happy. ‘It’s the small things in life that really make a difference in how you view things’ was a philosophy he liked to think of sometimes.

Despite looking always depressed with bags bigger then his paychecks, which was saying a lot, the hero enjoyed what he had in life. Despite liking his time working as a underground hero it did lead to dealing the occasional bad case, he never had a real problem with seeing the darker things in life, of course it didn’t make it any easier when he had to deal with the situations in the end.

From victims of villains to trafficking of the yakuza the hero had seen many gruesome scenes and always felt a twinge of sorrow for the victims who he couldn’t save sooner. But in the end he had to remind himself that there would always be people out of reach that he wouldn’t be able to save.

Snapping out of this thoughts and taking one last glance to make sure he wasn’t missing out on seeing any fishy things, the young hero stood up from his place on a apartment roof and made his way to a different part of town.

Making sure to watch his footing as he jumped from one wet roof to the other and deciding to stop by for his second coffee of the night the underground hero eraserhead made his way to a small coffee shop known to only a few.

~~~~~

Coffee truly was a blessing from the gods and how some people drink, swallow, and don’t enjoy the substance and how it’s magical refreshing taste amazes the tired man.
Even the first sip of his very first cup of coffee, many many years ago to now, to his current cup and the taste never ceased to fulfill him. Every sip brought pure pleasure to his life.

Just the thought of a world without coffee would be absolute hell on earth.

Taking a moment to drink the coffee, shota’s daydreaming was abruptly ended to the feeling of something rubbing up against his leg. Taking a stance ready to kick whatever was on his leg away shouta was able to stop his leg just from kicking the thing just as his mind was able to register that ‘the thing’ was actually a cat.

While he had been successful in stopping his foot before he hit the poor thing that was just trying to make a friend, he also successfully scared the little cat out of its own mind resulting in it running away to a dark nearby alleyway.

Contemplating on what to do and overall feeling bad and worried about what seemed to be a stray cat shota decided it would only be right to go check up on it to make sure if the fluff ball was okay. Slowly, he made his was toward the dark alleyway the small cat ran to. With slow movements, as to not scare the animal even more then it most likely was, entering the alley the hero immediately covered his nose with his free hand to prevent gagging.

With a plugged nose and coffee in hand, the hero softly starts calling for the cat as he looks around for the animal.
After a few minutes of trying to call for the cat, shota comes to the conclusion that the cat is either being stubborn or left.

Giving the animal a few more minutes, before deciding it’s a lost cause and his small coffee break had gone on long enough shota turns to leave because he’s had enough of the horrible smell of trash.

Making it back to the entrance of the trashy alley and taking a long deep breath of fresh, cleaner air the hero takes a sip of his coffee to find its gone cold. Slightly disappointed with the loss of his beloved coffee shota takes a step forward, ready to get back to work of protecting the people of the city, after he finds a trash can to throw away his cup.

His night surely will get better once he gets another coffee later and with that shota starts walking away.

 

Only to freeze and nearly drop his half empty cup at the suddenly sound of a loud crash from behind.

 

 

Instantly shota became hyper aware of his surroundings. He was sure nobody but him was in that alleyway a few minutes ago except for the possible cat, but rationally thinking it was very unlikely that the cat could make that much damage. Thinking of possible things that could have happened while away for only a short amount of time, the hero readies himself for anything.

Cautiously walking back to the alleyway, shota pours out the rest of the cold coffee on the ground, flattens the cup between his hands and holds it in his mouth so his hands are free of anything. Pulling his goggles over his eyes as he once again is met with the horrible smell of garbage that he couldn’t help but grimace at as he tried his best to hold his breath.

He’d noticed it earlier but didn’t think to much of it as he now noticed the knocked over trash pile next to a couple of industrial garbage bins that were overly filled. Walking closer shota took a closer look but before he could get a better look at the pile of trash, the stray cat decided to make a break for it running out from behind the trash and past the now startled hero.

Running to the entrance of the alley way the cat then turned around, looked at shota, hissed, and proceeded to make its escape. Feeling a wave of relief was over at him that he did over think about what had seemed to have happened with the loud crashing noise the tired man did feel a bit bitter about the cat hissing at him.

He had tried to make sure the cat was okay and from the looks of it had nothing to worry about. The cat did look pretty big so maybe it did somehow knock over the trash pile. Finally letting his tense shoulders relax, shota took the coffee cup from out of his mouth to hold in his hand.

He really has had a longer break then he intended. It was only supposed to be a small pit stop for coffee. Hearing something fall from behind him shota turned around to see a singular stray tin can rolling out from the fallen trash.

Instantly feeling his heart stop at the though of the cat. It had been a very big cat and he hadn’t been able to see its gender. Who knows if that cat got busy with another and was only trying to protect its young. That would make sense for its hiding amongst the trash and for the hissing and not to mention he had almost kicked the animal.

His heart aches at the possible thought of have almost kicked a cat carrying young.

Taking a quick look through the trash shota decided he needs to find any possible kittens. Despite needing to be looking out for any criminals, shota didn’t have the heart to turn away possible kittens.

As he quickly skims through the trash instant worry arises in his heart as he is barely able to make out some green,almost black in some places, fluff barely noticeable from underneath the trash. If it’s a kitten it’s still hurried deep and could have been trapped there hurt from the fallen trash.

Dropping his flattened cup shota starts to carefully move away the trash around the green fluff and as he does so he notices there is a awful lot of fluff for a stays litter. Clearing up enough trash shota reaches down to try and turn the fluff over to check how many kittens there were only to pale at the new circumstances that faced him.

Eyes widened as he stared down at the small face, instantly knowing he was dealing with a child, half covered in wild green locks of fluffy, unruly hair. Worry and concern instantly flooding in his mind as he touched the small forehead to move hair away to get a better look at the kids face, only for his hand to meet the cold face of the child.

“Hey kid can you hear me?..” spoke the hero as calmly as he could, trying to mask his mind filled with worry as to not terrify the kid with them seeing a scraggly man standing over them.

After getting no response and looking at the kids pale face, shota’s fears the worse and instantly moves his fingers over the kids neck to check for a pulse. After frantically looking for a pulse the panicked hero is able to find one but it’s slow. To slow for comfort.

Activating his quirk shota uses his hands to start quickly moving trash from the kid. After being able to dig up the child’s arms and torso he grabs their wrists in a attempt to pull them free from the remaining trash only to fail. Heavier objects laid over the child’s legs preventing him from going anywhere therefore leaving shota to activate his quirk and using his capture weapon to help lift the heavier objects away.

‘This is taking to long’ shota thinks and from looking at the kid and feeling their pulse, time indeed was not on their side. Who knows how long this kid has been here under the trash from before he came around. He’s lucky the cat somehow managed to knock over the trash mound or else he might have left without knowing there was a person, a child at that, who had been suffering under the surface of the garbage.

After removing the heavier things trapping the kid with his scarf, he then used it to help lift the kid off the ground and support the child that he now had in his arms. Who knew what kinds of injuries the child might have and getting a better look at them, they might just be knocking on deaths door soon.

Making a beeline for Exit to the alleyway, shota begins to run toward the closest hospital in the area, he knew running wasn’t the fast and most effective way of transportation especially in case such as the one he’s now in, trying to call for a ambulance would only waste more time that he wasn’t sure the kid had left.

Hearing a soft groan of discomfort, looking down he notices the kid starting to slowly regain consciousness while in his arms but immediately seems to struggle with the battle to stay awake. In a attempt to keep the kid awake shota uses his quirk to wrap even more of his scarf weapon around the kid in an attempt to keep the kid warm while giving a few squeezes around his arm.

Fluttering emerald green eyes looked up at him as he picks up his pace running through the streets of musutafu.

“Stay awake a little longer!” Shota says a little louder as to try and make sure the kid herd him. But to his alarm the kid’s eyes roll back and they fall back into the world of the unconscious.
Pushing himself to go even faster shota kept running till he eventually saw the hospital come into view because he knew if he was going to save anyone tonight it was going to make sure it was this kid.

Notes:

Thank you for taking time to read my story!
Feel free to give me feedback on things that I should maybe improve on.
I still feel very awkward when trying to work on this story but I’m determined to keep trying.

Chapter 3: Don’t Give Up Yet

Summary:

Shota has been in situations similar to the one he currently finds himself in, so what’s making his heart ache in a ways it hasn’t before?...

Notes:

It has been a hot second since I’ve updated this series!
Truth be told... I don’t really have a ending planned out for this series so I’m kind of winging it.

Between the time when I posted the second chapter and this third chapter, a lot has changed and not just in my world but the entire world!
Things have been crazy going from going to school to doing online school.
I’m not sure if it’s just in my head or not but I feel like teachers have tripled the amount of work they have given us in comparison to going to school physically.
And I still work because my job is considered essential so I’m very grateful about that!

Because of this whole being socially distant with online school, and keeping distance has really screwed up my sleeping schedule! Please tell me I’m not the only one experiencing that?

I don’t want to use this whole corona thing as a excuse for my lack of post and I apologize for that but I’m trying to figure some other things out and everything’s sort of Happening all at once.

But enough of that!

Onwards with the story!! I hope you enjoy!!!

Pacing is something shota doesn’t usually do but he can’t help it right now. Usually if he found someone in need of medical help he would drop them off and continue with his night, so what made it different this time?...

He had been able to hand the kid over to the nurses that came rushing when he ran into the hospital and watching the nurses get them on a medical stretcher before hurrying away. But when he went to turn away and leave he just couldn’t bring himself to do so.

He’s seen many horrific sights and come across many situations far worse then this so why was couldn’t he just leave.

With a tired sigh, the shota plopped back down on a chair in the empty waiting room to call his friend for a favor.

———

 

“YOU WHAT?” hizashi screamed, getting out of bed, a lot more awake then he was a few minutes ago.

“For the love of everything coffee, keep your damn voice down! Listen, I’m sorry for waking you up so late but this is something I need to see through”

“Hmmm, well I’ve never seen you get like this except when it has to do with cats or coffee, occasionally me” saying the last part quietly and chuckling quietly as hizashi could hear the frown though the phone.

“Hold on a second” shota replies before he can even respond to “friends” statement.

Taking the opportunity, hizashi let’s out the laugh he had been holding in as he changed into his hero outfit.

Moving to his apartments bathroom, hizashi turns on the speaker as he gets started on combing his hair.

“Im back sorry,” shota says after a few minutes more or silence “they let me move into the boys hospital room”

“You know shota” giving a dramatic sigh “your owe me big for this one. Interrupting my beauty sleep”

“Yeah yeah, again I’m sorry I don’t know why but I just need to make sure this kid gets the help he deserves” shota says softer than usual.

“You really are a while card aren’t cha sho?”

“Shut up zashi. I’m going to go now, thanks for covering the rest of my shift”

“Your just lucky it’s Saturday and I wasn’t scheduled today”

“I’ll text you later”

“Yeah you will”

 

———

 

Upon entering the hospital room, known as room 283, shota sees the small child he had rescued earlier in the night. Taking a step closer, it becomes obvious that the kid is still fairly young. Physical features shota hadn’t seen due to the child being covered by filth and dirt when he had first found him within the trashy alleyway made it clear that the kid

What he once though was black hair turned out to be long mess dark green with green highlights that hid a lot of his face. Now clean from dirt that covered the kid head to toe, revealed scars on the kids face, dark bags under his eyes and freckles that stood out from the kids sickly pale skin. Looking down the kids neck and arms, he noticed scars and patches of bruised skin littered the the small body in front of him.

‘To many scars and bruises for such a small child..’

Looking at the foot of his bed, shota grabs a blank clipboard with the title ‘John Doe’ on it.

Hearing a knock on the door, shota puts the clipboard back to meet the doctor outside the door to talk.

“Hello eraserhead, glad to see your still here seeing as your the one who brought the kid in” the doctor says nodding in the direction of occupied hospital bed. “ Seeing as your still here, im sure you’ve been wondering about the condition of this kid so I’ll cut to the chase” the doctor says, closing the door behind them as they step into the semi busy hospital hall.

“Firstly, we haven’t found any missing reports with descriptions of this child and so far we haven’t found any trace of this kid in any other databases, seeing as we don’t have much to go off of, other then his gender and blood type, we will have to wait for our John Doe here to wake up” the doctor says with a sigh.

“His nurse has gone over his body to check for any injuries and he suffers from malnutrition, a broken ankle and few spider web fractions, burn wounds, infections from open wounds that failed to properly be taken care of, multiple cuts in general, and parasitic infestations. We can most likely assume he also has some dental issues and a possible more issues that we will find out about when he wakes” the doctor says with a sad sigh “And while we have treated the fractures, cuts, and infections we must wait for the kid to wake up to be able to get him started on antibiotics to improve his overall health” the doctor says as he hands shota a new clipboard that lists the information he had went over.

Clearly tired and wanting a straightforward answer shota asks “So the kid will be okay?”

“Well...” the doctor pauses giving a thinking face “as okay as you’d expect a six or seven year old to be. I can say he will be able to make a full physical recovery.”

With a frown the doctor continues “And for his mental health..seeing as we have no idea what this kid has gone trough, we can’t say for sure he will be okay.”

“Understandable, I assume you after his health has improved that you will find him a suitable household to be placed with?”

“Of course”

Turning to look through the door window, shota couldn’t help but feel his heart churn at the sight of such a small child looking so peaceful as he slept, when in reality this might have been the first time in a long time that he actually had a safe place to rest.

“Is it okay if I wait in his room till he wakes? I trust you’ll take good care of him but I don’t think I can leave until I know for sure he will be alright”

“Yes you can, I’ll let the nurses known that you’ll be in the room so they know your there when they are checking on the youngster and if you see any changes in the kids condition then there you can call in a nurse to check on him” the doctor says “and if you could replace the clipboard at the foot of his bed with the one you’ve got.”

Giving the doctor a nod of his head, shota turns back to the door and quietly walks in.

 

———

 

With the sun starting to rise, shota was finding it hard to avoid the rays that came in through the windows. He could close the blinds to continue to looking through missing persons reports in peace but seeing as the sun was coming up, he should at least go get ready for his day.

Shota had hoped that the kid would have waken up at some point through the night so he could have made sure the kid was fine to be able to have peace of mind and leave, because the constant slow beeping indicating the kid was alive was driving him nuts. That and the fact that he couldn’t spend all day waiting for the kid to wake up like he wished he could but he had business to attend to at his own home.

Putting his on a small table next to his chair, shota slowly gets up from the uncomfortable hospital chair and starts stretching, while doing so shota starts to plan his day.

‘It’s almost 6, getting home shouldn’t take more then 25 or 30 minutes if I keep moving and as long as there are no incidents on my way.
I’ll my fur baby... and while he eats I can get changed into something more comfortable. Which should take up to much time, then I’ll have to text hizashi and see if he’s up for getting lunch as a thank you.’

Shota runs his hands over his face giving a sign as he can only think about what he was going to “owe big time” for hizashi having coveted the remainder of his shift, which should be ending pretty soon.

Giving the kid a glance to see him still sleeping, shota quietly exits the room.

As he walks down the hospital hallway, shota stops at a counter where a few nurses are, giving the room number, shota tells them to relay a message to the doctor that if they boy is to wake up to call him. Leaving his number with the nurses to give to the doctor, shota makes his way out of the hospital and on the the streets of Musutafu.

 

———

Unlocking his door, shota steps into the silence of his house, and with his back against the now closed door stands there for a bit just to absorb the peace and quiet. He can hear the little taps of paws making their way across the wooden floor of his apartment and towards him and with a sigh reluctantly turns on the light.

“Come here whiskey” shota calls to his furry companion who is now marching his way over to him. “You must be hungry right?”

Getting a loud meow in response, shota chuckles as he picks up the cat and makes his way over to the kitchen where he then sets beloved cat, whiskey, on the counter as he opens his pantry to get the special wet cat food.

Finding, then putting whiskeys cat food down in her small bowl in the corner of his kitchen “Sometimes, I don’t know how you find this slop tasty” Shota says as he watches whiskey run to his food as shota starts to tend to his coffee machine and start the coffee making process.

Deciding it was time for a wardrobe change shota heads to his room down. After finding basic black cloths that fit comfortably and doing the daily necessities, such as brushing his teeth and attempting to comb his unruly long hair, shota walks back to the kitchen to find a empty food bowl and a steaming cup of coffee just ready to be drunken.

Making his way over the the steaming cup ‘Perfection’ is all shota can think about as he takes a nice sip of his perfectly heated coffee. Taking a look at the clock on his wall and deciding it’s time, shota reaches into his pocket to fish out his phone to give his friend a call.

Setting his coffee down on the counter, shota stands and checks his back pockets. He also takes a moment to checks his front pockets as well, and he even goes back to check the pockets of his hero costume in his room. Sitting on his bed with his hero costume on his lap shota thinks of the only reasonable place he could have left his phone, which just happened to be in the hospital in a room which was holding the small kid he had saved the evening prior.

“Whiskeeyy” Shota groans as he leans back on his bed “why do these things happen to me” getting a meow in response, he gets up marching back to the kitchen to chug down the rest of his coffee.

Turning around to face whiskey, shota leans back on his counter.

“I don’t know why but I blame you”

“Meeeow”

“I know it’s on me for leaving my phone, just let me have this little man. Look i’ll be home in time for dinner tonight, okay? I promise”

And with that shota leans down and pets his cat. After doing a final check to make sure whiskeys water bowl and has some dry food to last him through the day, shota grabs his necessities for the day, mainly being his wallet and capture weapon that he takes everywhere, shota leaves his apartment, only to go back to the hospital that he had come from not even a hour ago.

 

———

 

Walking into the hospital left a sour feeling in shota’s stomach. Being in or around hospitals for long periods of time never sat well with the man.
The atmosphere just gave him goosebumps and sent shivers down his back and most of the time tried to avoid them like the plague.

Despite it being a hassle to come back to get his phone, apart of shota deep down is thankful he will get another chance to see his kid, the kid to make sure he was still doing alright and to check if he had woken up yet.

Making his way over to the receptionist counter shota let’s them know who he is, providing hero license to verify, and his reason for being there. Giving the nurse the kids room number, and getting a visitors pass, shota makes his way up to room 283.

Making his way towards the elevator, shota looks at the visitors pass before putting it on and pressing the the second floor button he taps his foot on the ground waiting for the elevator to reach the floor.

Upon doing so shota steps out and makes his way through the twist and turns of the hospital, noticing how there weren’t any nurses or doctors currently in view, shota makes his way towards room 283 with the sudden feeling of worry taking over him. Surely if the floor was currently clear of any staff, the patients of this floor were to be stable conditions. Spotting the kids room and jogging to it, shota takes a couple minutes to collect his thoughts and reassure himself that everything was fine. He was just here to pick up his phone and then be on his way.

With the silence filling the hall and only being able to hear the small pants he let out as he caught his breath, shota’s heart dropped as he was finally able to hear the familiar sound of beeping, but rather then in a steady tempo of beeping he heard a fast tempo of beeps. Snapping out of his initial shock, shota quickly opened the door and entered his kids room.

 

———

 

“God damn it! Where are the doctors”

Frantically shota grabs a small remote with a red call button that hangs by a wire at the foot of the bed.

“Shit! Come on kiddo ride it out!”

Pulling up the side rails of the bed up to make sure the kid doesn’t have a chance of falling of the bed, shota takes off the thin blanket trapping the kids legs.

Looking at the clock on the wall, shota keeps on eye on how long the kid has gone through the seizure since he arrived.

Looking down shota watches with guilt and great sadness as he watches the kids small body twitch and spasm. Shota couldn’t help but wince when the kid let out small grunts and cries. Looking up to check the time, increasingly getting nervous was the two minute marker passed. Growing pissed that no one seemed to be coming, shota grabbed the small remote to call for help this time pressing the red button multiple times.

A sharp cry rang out through the room bringing shota’s attention to the kid who’s eyes were now open with tears flooding down from big green emerald eyes. “Hang in there kid, helps coming i promise” shota said not knowing if the kid could even hear his attempt to not only clam the kid, but himself as well.

Hearing a sickening gurgling sound comes from the kid and droll start to drop from the kids face, shota attempted to get the kid on his side to prevent him from choking.

“Come on kiddo, I don’t know if you can hear me but if you can listen to me. Your going to be fine-“using his capture weapon to attempt to dry the kids face from saliva and tears he continues “you’ll get through this I promise!”

“Don't give up yet!!”

Hearing the sounds of rushing footsteps quickly approaching shota let his guard down, letting out a sign of relief. He shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up because in the quick second he had looked toward the door, he felt the bed go still only to look back as the kid went limp and his eyes roll back into his head.

His heart froze as he heard the fast beeping of the heart monitor stop to produce the sound of a singular nonstop beep. The kid hadn’t passed out, his heart stopped.

———

 

White lights moving every which way, became blurry with tears. Everything was hurting and he couldn’t get it to stop. Only being able to see what was happening only to be powerless to stop anything. It hurt and dark dots started taking over his vision.

His movements became slower by the second and the pain started to turn into numbness.

“-nt gv— -p -et”

‘what.. was that?..’

‘what?..’

Darkness had now fully over taken his vision, limbs heavier then anything he could imagine.

 

’what?...’

Notes:

What’s going to happen next?
Will our ‘John doe’ live to tell the tale of his past and live to see his future.

Will shota be able to be apart of the boys future?

Will whiskey ever get to drink whiskey?!

Stay tuned for the next chapter!!

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And when will the next chapter will come out?
Honestly I’m not sure.

One of the things I’ve been having internal battles with myself have been the fact that my family are going to be looking at a couple of dogs to adopt today. It’s been months since my old dog Guinness had to be put down. I’m trying to stay optimistic about it but it’s a little hard.

We plan on adopting a dog around 4 years old and a puppy. So when we do it (or if it’s today) things will be pretty hectic for a while trying to get use to new company in our house and take care of the pup especially since the little one will need to be taught to be house broken and such.

That definitely will put a delay in this series but I will try my hardest to not take as long!

I’ve also got another series I want to start at some point because I’ve got a actually timeline and decently solid storyline to it. That most likely won’t come out for a long while seeing as I’d much rather see this story to the end before jumping into another!

 

Anyways thank you for reading this chapter!
Seeing that this story has almost 1k hits and all the kudos and comments just really makes my heart feel all warm and fuzzy and I just really appreciate it all. I honestly never really had confidence that this story would be appealing but seeing the feedback just really makes me want to work harder to do better for you all! So thank you again, I appreciate it more than you think ´͈ ᵕ `͈ ♡°◌̊

 

Until next time!!

Chapter 4: Everywhere but Nowhere

Summary:

He is everywhere but nowhere.
Trapped but free from everything.
Alive yet Dead

Notes:

Hello My goopies!!! It’s been a while and school is kinda technically over so now I can maybe actually get this fic moving!!

I’ve always been indecisive and I’ve got a big dilema with where I want to take this series and as of now I see it going one of two ways.

I also want to get any options from anyone who has taken their time to read this story and get feed back on if they would like to see this story continue. I’ll explain more in a bit but for now...

I hope you enjoy and I’m sorry for the chapter being extremely short!!!
(I don’t have a beta reader and this chapter was tough for me to write but I hope it’s not a let down!)

Sitting up to see a vast area of pure darkness left the boy confused as he stood up taking in his surrounds. Spinning around to check for anything off in the distance, the boy wearily took a few steps forward before starting to just walk forward. Where he was or where he was going was beyond him. 

He couldn’t even tell what direction he was walking

‘Am I going north?..
East, south, west?..

Stopping abruptly to make sure there wasn’t anything or anyone around him, he gulps. 

“Hello?..” his small strained and scratchy voice calls through the darkness “is anyone there?..”

As he decides to continue to walk forward into seemingly nowhere, the child continues to call out into the darkness. 

“..anyone?..”

 

 

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Walking on seemingly nothing and trying to find anything in what he called “the void” was pointless since there was only darkness. 

He had given up on looking for others and had grown tired of crying out for someone, anyone to help him only to be met with the never ending silence of his dark void. 

His eyes had grown tired and his legs felt numb from the constant walking. It seemed useless to try and continue to try and find something in the void which resulted in him giving up. Laying on the ground...Could he even call what he was doing laying down, for all he knew he could just be floating around endlessly.

He had tried to keep track of how much time had passed but after realizing he was going anywhere soon he gave up. 

It began to feel pointless to do anything, yet again isn’t this what he had almost always wanted since that faithful day...

No...he wanted death if anything ... not this purgatory like place...

Surely this couldn’t be death. Surely he wasn’t dead right now, but if that were true... where was he?... 
 
And how he knew this wasn’t death?.. 

 

He could simply just feel it in his gut. 

 

And it angered him, frustrated him, upset him, but mostly scared him. 

If he wasn’t dead then where was he, surely if he were death he wouldn’t just be stuck in a endless void. He’d either go to heaven or hell right? 

His mother use to tell him if he was a good boy then he would go to heaven.  Yet again that was before he was deemed quirkless.

After coming home from that doctors office, his mother has sent him straight to his room. With no dinner and no explanation to why. He had only come out when he heard distance sobs coming from his mothers room. 

His instincts told him to comfort his mom because that’s what she would do for him but before fully opening the door he could hear her praying to God asking why she was cursed with a child of no worth, what she had done to deserve such a embarrassment to her family name. 

After hearing such things fall from the lips of his mother, and with a newly broken heart, he had tried to creep back to his room but a creek a floor board alerted his mother to his presence. 

That night he had gone to bed hungry, confused, and hurt. 

It was painful to think of the week before he was disowned. 

He had been very naive in the days leading up to the doctors appointment. Constantly thinking ‘when I get my quirk’ ‘ when will I be able to start training with kacchan’ ‘when I become a hero..” 

It was very painful to think of how things could have been different if only he had gotten his quirk. 

 

 

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He didn’t like having to relive his memory’s and had not a clue why he was being forced to watching his life replay before his eyes. 

Sobbing is all that could be heard after revisiting his old memories and as soon as they had started, they had stopped.

The sobs continuing as he exhausted boy tries to sit up and fully regain awareness that he is still in the void and not really wherever his memories took him which felt much more intense to his still so small self with bursts of pain striking through his head making him see white through his closed eyes. 

He lets out a gargled scream, instantly grabbing the sides of his head and falling on his side as a extremely loud high pitched screeching that shakes the void that seemingly had come out of nowhere, and he swears he could hear someone trying to call him only to be overpowered by another round of high pitches screeches but at this point he can’t find it in himself to care about it choosing to focus on trying to stop the noises and pains. 

First the replaying of his memories and now something else is happening that only makes the pain in his head worsen to the point where he wished he had successfully died even more then he already did. 

Feeling a cold liquid start to spread over his side and spreading up his body and despite the pain he tries to crack open a eye only to quickly shut it tight after another flash of pain shoots itself through his entire self. 

And just like that, one moment he could feel the air in his lungs and the next he couldn’t as the cold liquid engulfs him, taking him somewhere deeper into the unknown void. 

Pain still shooting through his head as he attempts to hold his breath but failing as the pain flairs up again making him gasp only to take in the cold liquid that surrounds him as he struggles to catch a breath that he never will. 
Trying to grab out to anything, to feel a solid ground, to reach a surface that he wasn’t even sure existed. 

He didn’t know what to think as he tried to breath the cold liquid only to slowly start to choke on it, his lungs quickly being filled with the unknown substance as he gargles and spasms violently as his body tried to function only to fail and start to completely shut down on itself. 

Everything going dead still as the void goes quiet, without leaving any trace that anyone was ever there. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The once occupied void, disappearing on itself as it starts to fizzles out of existence as it’s no longer occupied and has served its purpose.

Notes:

Alright, here’s the sitch, here’s the dealio

I have unfortunately lost a real driving inspiration to continue this story long term and have a possible ending already planned out to end this story in the next chapter or in a few. I’m not sure how long it will take to write but it’s there as a option.

On the other side I do have a couple small ideas that could take this story and have it go on for a couple more chapters but a part of me wants to be selfish and just discontinue the story entirely because while writing this series, a spark of Inspiration Ignited within myself and now I have an another bnha fic Idea that I actually started getting a proper foundation and story line to that I’m legitimately excited to maybe start.

But I don’t want to just abandoned this series yet I don’t want it necessarily drag it out to long.

 Overall I’m very indecisive and would very much appreciate any feed back!

 

 

I hope everyone has a good day and thank you for taking time to read my story!!!

Chapter 5: Update time

Notes:

One sentence summary in the end notes

For those who have taken to time to read my story, I hope you enjoy what I’ve put out. 
For those who have shown support through comments and kudos, words can’t explain how thankful I am. 

I’m so sorry about my horrible uploading schedule. I planned on writing this with the release of chapter 5 but I feel like I’m just stringing everyone along. 
And I’d hate to give false hopes. Therefore I’ve decided to do it now. 

As we are very much aware of 2020 has indeed been a very tough year, especially for myself. But I don’t doubt you haven’t heard this many times already so I’ll cut to the chase. 
When I started writing ‘Will I Ever?’ I really didn’t intend for it to become a series. I had planned on it being a one shot but that obviously didn’t happen. Instead of just testing the waters of what I was capable of doing I dived head first into trying to make it a series because I’ve read a lot of amazing stories on this websites and I can say almost every one had inspired me to want to try and do the same thing. 
Create something amazing for others to enjoy. 

I really felt like I had the creative ability to do so but I’ve greatly overestimated myself. For the first couple of chapters I had the inspiration to write and the yearn to form a story of my own to share. But with my last chapter and writing it I really struggled with what I wanted to do. After writing and posting the 4th chapter, I created more of a solid timeline and such of where I want my story to go. And while I have been working on chapter 5 but some things have come up. 

One being considered a milestone which is usually considered a good thing! 
But it has really made me really reflect and think about a lot of things I’ve never given a second though. And as much as I’d love a good vent, I said I’d cut to the chase!

This series is going on a hiatus. 

For how long I hear being asked from miles away? To I respond with! I really don’t know.
I really hate to put this story on a hold because I feel like I’m letting you all down. You came for a story to read and hopefully enjoy it but right now I can’t provide what’s been expected. 
On the bright side though a hiatus doesn’t mean it’s the end. I absolutely refuse to give up on this story no matter what because I started this and one way or another I will finish it. 
I’ve given up on to many things and have had to many regrets and I refuse to let this become one of them. 

That being said, I really hope you chose to stick with me through this. I definitely am going to give it my all to make this wait worth it but I’d understand if you didn’t. 

Anyways I think this wraps up what I had to say. 
Thank you for taking the time to read this update and I apologize for it not being chapter 5. 

Until next time!

Notes:

One sentence summary:

It’s time for a hiatus.

Chapter 6: Whats poppin

Summary:

Update time once more!

Notes:

I will finish this
no matter how long this takes me

Hey guys its been a really hot second since I've last posted an update! A lot has happened such as moving, weird school scheduling as a senior, work, the holidays, and as of yesterday I've officially adopted two guinea pigs! Things have gotten pretty crazy since the last update. I apologize for my absence and hate to say I haven't had much time to work on this fanfic.  Things have settled down a little bit but I still haven't fully climbed the mountain of crap I've got to do.  My life has hit a point of crazy that I've never experienced before and as unfortunate as it is I just haven't found a good time to continue working on this fanfic.  I have a plan though, but it could go one of 3 ways. One being a good way, one being bad way, and one being a half and half wink .

I'd rather not say what I've got planned for this story incase my plans fall apart but I am determined to finish this series. 

And with that I need to go to bed because it is 4:11 in the morning and I have school D:< 

But until the next update stay safe and keep your head up! 

Notes:

I promise

Notes:

Leave comments with your opinion on what I should do with this story.

(Apologies for any spelling errors I might have made
And ill be honest writing isn’t my strongest suit but hecc I sure can try.)