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“Mrs. Midoriya… after we ran a few tests we’ve discovered that your son is- well Ma’am he’s quirkless.”
“That’s not possible! He’s- are you sure ? Are you absolutely certain? He’s…cursed?”
“Yes, Mrs. Midoriya. I’m sure.”
“I- was… was there anything I could have done?”
“No, I’m very sorry but he was born like this. There are some resources here for you…”
The Boy Soldier: Part I
The ride home was silent.
Mama refused to look at him, instead opting to chew on her nails and pick at the small scab on the back of her hand between stop signs and traffic lights. Izuku almost wanted to say something but thought against it. There was nothing he could say to her that would ease her mind.
Instead, he watched the tall buildings roll past the window. Mama had taken him to a special doctor this time. He was almost 6 and everyone but him had manifested a quirk. Even Kachan was starting to give up on him! That nearly hurt more than the bullies did, if Kachan didn’t believe in him then who would?
“Izuku?” Mama’s voice was faint, so quiet he almost didn’t hear it. They had stopped in their parking space now.
They would have to deliver the news to Papa.
“Yes, Mama?”
She turned around in her seat to face him, tears rolling down her pale cheeks in troves. Her forest-green eyes were blue with sorrow and her lithe frame shook with regret. However, the anger painted on her face told a much different story.
“Don’t you dare disobey these instructions” She was holding back more tears now, an ocean held itself behind her eyes and Izuku could see it trying to spill over. “Don’t speak to your father unless spoken to, don’t come out of your room until I come to get you, and stay quiet.”
Izuku was stunned, what kind of rules were these? Honestly, he was a little scared. Why would he need to stay quiet?
Mama spoke again, “Do you understand me.”
Izuku didn’t know how to respond.
“Do you understand Izuku?” She asked, punctuating each word with a harsh slap to the center console.
At this point, Izuku was just lucky it wasn’t him.
After he confirmed, ' Yes Mama, he understood and no mama, he wouldn’t stay downstairs with her.’ Mama helped him get out of his car seat and they took the journey to their small apartment.
Each step he took added to his stomach's pit of liquid lead. Every stair upward made him want to run away more.
They were almost at the top now.
Help.
His Mama was unlocking the door.
Help me.
He took his shoes off in the genkan and put his house slippers on.
Why was no one helping him?
He walked upstairs and into the dark.
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It’s been told that stars can not shine without darkness.
The only unfortunate thing about stars is that they are forced into a life of solitude, creating a black hole where there once was a radiant light.
They leave behind only the worst parts, but isn’t that true for all of us?
Some people just leave behind more baggage than others.
John Smith over there gets to leave behind a family and kids.
Izuku gets to leave behind a body bag.
He dragged the offending black bag over to the alleyway and tried to find a good place to hide it. Master was… less than pleased the last time one of Izuku’s assignments was found within a few days.
That wasn’t a fun week.
He gently tried to place the body behind a dumpster. It was lazy but for the time being, it would do. The sun was going to rise in a little over an hour, and when your outfit consists of all black in snowy December people tend to notice.
What did this guy even do again? Probably something stupid, like money laundering or tax evasion.
Not like it mattered to him, he was just there to take care of the dirty work and move on. It was in his non-existent contract that he wasn’t allowed to wonder, ask questions, or have panic attacks late at night when nobody could watch him and imagine him stabbing his father over and over and over and over-
He should probably finish stuffing this body behind the trash now.
Izuku learned young that he was not destined for great things like most children, but then again he never was most children.
While other 10-year-olds were sleeping and waiting for their Christmas gifts to arrive from some deranged reverse burglar (seriously! Who goes into a house and gives things instead of taking them?), Izuku was looking forward to his two weeks completely free from assignments.
Sure, he loved the wind on his face and the cool winter breeze but he wasn’t a fan of the massive amounts of clean-up after.
Brain matter was always the worst, but he got a least the slightest bit of satisfaction knowing he had cheated death this long. His victims got to go early while he was stuck here. In all honesty, it was just more proof that no one wanted him.
But he had himself, and of course Mochi, his little stuffed meow meow.
She was grey and unbelievably soft with a pretty pink nose. Izuku never took her with him on assignments though. He didn’t want her to get dirty! He wouldn’t have time to get home and clean her before the stain set in and tainted her too. All it meant was that he had to get home faster to greet her.
Izuku dashed across the frozen rooftops in hopes of making it to the base before dawn. Daylight heroes were always the nosy type, asking him about possible quirk use and where his parents were. While he could tell them one of those things, he tried not to. The one time he did, the poor hero started crying and all but sprinted away from the cemetery. Honestly, Izuku thought it was a little rude the hero didn’t want to visit his mom. She was a lovely woman he’ll have you know!
Ah, but he’s getting distracted, and master doesn’t like distractions. Distractions lead to mistakes, and mistakes lead to punishment. Punishment meant seeing the doctor, and Izuku’s never been a fan of science.
He was getting closer to Kamino now, his short lived freedom coming to a bitter end. At least he had Mochi though, she made everything a little better there. His grey room would still be grey, but the concrete wasn’t as cold with his perfect kitty.
Izuku jumped down the fire escape, making a careful decent down to the street below. There was minimal foot traffic this far out, but he made sure to conceal himself as much as possible. The shadows don’t hide everything, he learnt that lesson the hard way.
Luckily for him, he made it to the back door of the base with no problems and used his wristband to unlock the door. It made a few mechanical clicks before swinging open automatically. Two guards were standing behind it, and opened the next door for him. At this point, his missions were weekly endevors and they knew to let him in. The first time he came back from a mission soaked in blood (partially his own) they seemed sad to see him, for some odd reason Izuku never understood why.
Walking into the base, he took stock of the emptiness. Thought it was always cold and dark, barely a hint of colour to be seen anywhere but his room, there were usually people here. Master might have sent them away on a mission of their own. Speaking of which, he had to report the success of his assignment before he could go visit Mochi and take a well deserved nap with her by his side.
The sound of his boots echoed in the room as he turned the corner to go down the halway. Maybe he could put a knife in his eye, or just go straight for the neck. Either way, all he wanted was master’s cold head on a silver platter. Or burn the base down and trap him in the basement with quirk supressors. Listen to him writhe and scream as the skin melted off his bones-
He knocked on the door, barely waiting for the confirmation that master was inside to enter. The room itself was made to be warm and inviting, but the moment you stepped inside it was anything but. Master’s aura snuffed any comfort someone might have felt before entering.
Everyone but Izuku.
He supposed that was just a hazard of your father being the most wanted villain in all of Japan.
“Izuku,” He welcomed, “Please take a seat.” Master’s voice was… loud to say the least. It was almost intimidating.
Izuku took a seat in the center chair below master’s throne of sorts and tried to get comfortable with master staring at him.
Izuku broke the silence first, “I’ve successfully neutralized the target master. He will no longer be a threat to the empire.”
“Excellent, and was he disposed of properly this time?”
Izuku resisted the urge to narrow his eyes, “Of course.” He spat, “I do not repeat mistakes master.”
“Watch your tone boy, just because you’re my next of kin doesn’t mean you get to disrespect me.”
“Of course,” He said, looking down, “My apologies master, it won’t happen again.”
“Good, now get out before I ship you off to the doctor.”
Izuku didn’t need to be told twice.
He all but ran back down the hallway and locked the steel door behind him. His bed hadn’t been made yet that day so he just grabbed Mochi and went around his room picking up pillows and turning on his string lights before getting ready for bed.
Dawn was just hardly approaching as he fell into peaceful sleep with Mochi settled under his arm. He would wake up in a few hours for breakfast and training, but for now he could sleep in the quiet of morning.