"You thought you could just run and they'd be safe? How ignorant."
"Shut up... you... disgusting thing."
Yamato stood before a hulking creature. It was humanoid in shape, but its body had become more muscle than man at this point. It held a large broadsword in its grey skinned hands. Yamato was covered in bruises, blood seeped from his eye and nose. It was obvious that a battle had taken place. Bodies lay around them in piles.
"I... won't-" Yamato starts before coughing violently, "I won't let you... hurt them!"
"Look at you, you're dying. Fine... call it. One final bout, and I'll finally be rid of you." The creature gestured for Yamato to "call" whatever he was going to call. Yamato stumbled back onto the heels of his feet. Reaching out his hands, a bright light shined. Eventually it formed into a long but curved shape.
"Heed my call, Nagareboshi!" Yamato yelled before drawing what looked to be a katana from the glowing space. It was carved with ornate runes that glowed. A violent golden spark ran up the blade before jumping off the weapon.
The two lowered into a combat stance. Yamato needed to end this quickly. He began to think of all the ways he could end this in one strike... at least until the searing pain hit. Looking down, he saw his left forearm lying on the ground. Blood spurted from the stump.
Pupils dilated.
Heart rate skyrocketing.
Goosebumps.
"FEAR. It's so potent. Alas, I have no need for it. Find me again when you're stronger..." The creature shook its head, "Yamato Kimisuya... you are the WEAKEST of the seven."
Yamato fell forward, his vision growing dark. His body growing cold... was he going to die here?
Musutafu, Japan 01:23 AM
Yamato opened his eye. He was laying in his bed... well more like his grimy mattress. Despite having enough money to purchase a real bed, the man just decided to use a mattress on the floor. Even with him laying in bed with his eye closed, he wasn't sleeping. Sleep would forever elude him. No, instead all he could do was sit there and try to let his fractured brain piece together whatever bad memories it could come up with. This one was particularly hard on him. It was hard to forget his failures, especially when it cost him his memories and arm.
Sighing loudly, Yamato decided to play the lazy game today and just... roll onto the floor. Instead of walking, the man rolled towards the bathroom with determination. He had this daily ritual of self loathing before leaving the sad apartment. Standing up, he looked into the mirror and saw his disheveled face. He glared at the failure of a hero before turning to grab his toothbrush.
"You'd think immortality would cover cavities... life finds a way I guess..." He muttered as he placed a strip of paste on the brush. He brushed to the point his gums bled a bit. Spitting out what was left over, he began his tedious tasks. First, he needed to eat something. Years of being forced to eat had made his body develop the natural urge for food again.
He wasn't a five star chef, but Yamato did know how to make a mean cup of ramen. Pouring hot water into the cup, he let it sit as he walked over to a small metallic table. Flicking on a desk lamp, the man looked down at the VTZ-62. The display panel was open and inside the circuits crackled with high powered energy. Sticking his finger in, Yamato felt a jolt of the electricity. Damn thing.
"How the hell am I supposed to access those logs if you won't even let me fix you?"
"You will not. Directive six of Dr. Vargas' treatment plan states you are locked from learning about your full history until your treatment is concluded."
Yamato sighed as he touched the display. The arm began to project a humanoid hologram. It had no outwardly noticeable features but it seemed to be a copy of himself.
"Please tell Javier that I'd like to remember more than when he burned you onto my arm and his name." The man stated to the AI. Oh how he loathed AIs. They always took him so literally, even to the point that one tried to kill him because he said "Shoot me now.".
"Negative. Dr. Vargas is unable to be contacted in this universe. Please remind yourself that all outward communications are impossible to deliver. You dumb monkey."
His eye twitched at that. Who was this piece of junk calling a dumb monkey?! Oh he swore, the next time he saw Vargas... he was gonna make him erase this AI. Yamato sighed before grabbing the prosthetic and connecting it to his body. A heads up display ran over his cornea before disappearing. Advanced technology with sass... damn you Vargas.
It was about five minutes before Yamato sat down to eat. His blue t-shirt had taken the brunt of the miso. Sadly, it was Yamato's undying determination to keep the shirt that led it to not be thrown out. No, instead he lived in filth until he could find enough money to get it washed.
At 2:33, Our "brave" hero had decided to start his workout. Three hundred pushups, six hundred sit-ups and a small window of boxing. The first two were easy enough to accomplish. The boxing portion required him to ask old man Shiro for a training dummy... not worth the effort. Besides... it might be better to have Izuku spar with him a few days out of the week. Instead of boxing, the man just wandered over to a cabinet and grabbed whatever liquor bottle he could find. A glass of Jack Daniels, why not?
3:45 saw Yamato nine glasses deep into his drinking. Damn the HPSC... their stupid cover story for him had labeled him an alcoholic. It would've been nice... had his body been able to get drunk in the first place. Essence had taken its toll... one of those tolls was the inability to absorb alcohol. A shame really.
It was time to start heading for the beach. Today was the first day of training. He wanted to at least get some meditation in before those kids and that doofus arrived. Grabbing his coat, the hero set off into the dark morning.
Izuku woke up at 5:30 on the dot. His excitement was overwhelming. Today began the first day of the rest of his life. He had showered, gotten dressed, and grabbed a quick breakfast before running to the door. He froze at the entrance, what if his mother woke up and he was just missing? No, instead he wrote a note explaining that he had gone out to exercise.
He had a distance to run, but that was all part of his plan. He started running to the beach, his willpower overriding the screaming of his legs. He was dressed in some shorts and a shirt that read 'Dress shirt'... ironic. He arrived at Takobah beach at 5:59. A minute later an he would've been exactly on time.
"Young Midoriya! I am so glad you made it! Young Kendo arrived about two minutes before you!." All Might shouted from his position atop a pile of trash. Nearby Yamato lazily waved. In his hand he held an apple. Izuku watched as the man focused on the apple. His eye turned gold and a spark of golden energy flowed into the apple.
"Try this kid." Yamato yelled before tossing the apple to Izuku. The boy barely caught it, much to the amusement of the three onlookers, and took a bite. His eyes widened as he tasted it. This wasn't an apple's flavor! It was-
"Grape soda right? I was up trying to study it. Dimethyl anthranilate is kind of hard to synthesize on my own. So... thank you Yamato?" The man was begging for a thank you. Looking past him, Izuku saw a crate of apples. He blanched at the thought of needing to eat all those apples.
"Good morning Midoriya-san!" Said a cheerfully tired Itsuka.
Izuku blushed and stammered out a response. Is this the stuff normal kids did? Talk to girls and not get tricked into being a bag carrier or something? Itsuka tilted her head before flashing a cute smile.
Yamato nodded his head sagely, 'This is adorable. I'm totally not gonna let this slide. The future DEPENDS on it!' He declared in his head. All Might just looked on in vague confusion.
"ALRIGHT YOU TWERPS! It's time to begin training! Kendo, I know you're a martial artist but even you athletes need to work on power and stamina. You'll begin by running the entire length of the beach and back." Yamato screamed before returning to a calmer voice.
"That's not so hard..."
"Six times. Stay hydrated." He finished and threw a water bottle at her. She missed it, and Izuku lightly snorted. Itsuka sighed before she took off running down the beach. Oh, but when Yamato turned to face Izuku... those crimson eyes held a sadistic glee behind them.
"Izuku, because you want to be a hero... and your first mission is to clean this beach... You will clean thirty feet in that direction, and that direction." He pointed east and west. "You will not leave until it's done. Got it?"
"Yes sensei!"
Yamato clapped his hands and the boy ran off. The mentor smiled an evil smile. It would take him more than all day to finish that task... but if he asked a certain redhead for help? It would be done in a few hours.
"I'm glad you're not a villain, Yamato."
"Me too Toshi, me too."
Yamato walked back over to a spot he picked out in the morning. He sat down in his lotus position and began to meditate, leaving All Might to supervise the kids. Looking over at Izuku, he saw the boy carrying large portions of garbage towards the spot they had pointed out for him to dump it at. Sweat poured down the boy's back as he lugged things that were twice his weight. The sun beamed down on them making it infinitely worse.
Itsuka however, had just returned from her third lap. She saw the boy struggling. Something about it was inspiring, she guessed it was his face. That look of determination as he struggled against overwhelming odds. She felt the "big sister" in her yelling to help him. So she ran over and stopped him from crushing himself under the weight.
"Please let me help you Midoriya, you're gonna get hurt like this." The girl said with concern. Her face was pretty close to Izuku's causing the boy to blush and stutter up a storm. The girl lightly chuckled as she watched the boy grow more flustered. Something in her told her that she should tease the green haired kid a little bit.
"My my... what're you so embarrassed about Midoriya?" She teased with a little grin.
"Y- Uhm..." Izuku mutters out his response. Itsuka blinked, what did he say? She leaned in and told him to say it again. He sighed and whispered, "I'm not used to having cute girls near me..."
It was Itsuka's turn to blush up a storm. She was accustomed to guys treating her like a sister, it wasn't something she really cared about. Here was this shy kid calling her cute.
"HEY! This isn't date camp, it's training! Get to work or I'll re-arrange your MOLECULES!" Yelled Yamato. Izuku jumped. When he looked over to his mentor, he had his eye closed. How had he seen them?
It didn't matter, Izuku returned to his work. Itsuka remained close by, helping the boy to move whatever trash she could. It helped that Big Fist was useful for carrying a large amount. What didn't help was that Izuku would often stop and stare at Itsuka's hands. He would go into a mumbling tangent before having a rock thrown at him by one of the Pro-Heroes.
Several Hours Later…
The two teens sat with their backs to each other. They were exhausted after the immense amount of garbage they had hauled away. Izuku thought he was about to fall over and die before a cold object touched his neck. "EEEP!" Itsuka squealed.
Looking up, they saw Yamato standing there holding two ice cold drinks. He had a teasing smirk on his face as the teens yanked the bottles from him and offered a quiet thanks.
"Well, look at that. You did it. Congrats kids."
The man pointed out towards the area they had cleaned. A huge space of about ninety feet had been cleared. Pearl white sand glistened in the light of the setting sun. They even noticed a crab scurrying along the newly reclaimed space.
"Before the age of quirks," Yamato began, "Heroes were not people who fought villains."
All Might walked up next to him and patted him on the shoulder, much to Yamato's anger.
"No, heroes were people who served the community. Today, you have taken the first step on your path towards your future as heroes."
The white haired man sighed and pushed All Might away. "Izuku, it's time to start your meditation practice. We'll use the spot you just cleared. You can stay and watch if you want Kendo but you need to stay quiet."
The girl smiled and nodded. Toshinori meanwhile, had gone back to his truck and tried out those little machines Yamato gave him.
"I'll be taking the garbage to the dump. Think you can handle it Yamato?"
"Shut up and go. Don't make me kick your ass Number One."
All Might laughed as he drove off. He'd kill to see that scrawny man try.
Back with Izuku, he was seated across from Yamato. They were both in the lotus position, Izuku found it straining on his knees.
"Stop fidgeting. Just ease into it. Meditation requires a great deal of patience. You can't just go plus ultra and become a master."
Izuku nodded. He took a deep breath and tried to ignore the feeling in his legs. Yamato smiled and gave a quick look over to Itsuka. He chuckled when he saw the girl's gaze mostly focused on Izuku.
"Close your eyes and breathe in. Exhale at the top of the breath and repeat." Yamato told him, "While you do this, reflect on the things you have done. What have you accomplished? What are your failures? When you have the answer, internalize it." The boy followed his commands, trying his best to imagine the things he needed to. Thoughts of his past flowed into him, feelings of disappointment, anger, loneliness. All of those things were realized and internalized, he was Izuku Midoriya, and he wanted to be a hero. Nothing would change that.
For Yamato, it was hell. Voices screamed out at him, demanding him dead. Faces of people long dead filled his mind. He shoved it deep inside, after all... he didn't know these people. The faces had no place in his memory, the places... voices... none of them matched anything he knew.
The man opened his eye and tried to calm himself down. His vision was filled with a medical diagnostic screen. His heart rate had hit 134, his blood pressure was too high and his adrenaline level had been tripled. Deep breaths and calming mantras, that was what he focused on.
Itsuka was oblivious to this little incident as she watched the green haired kid. His serene face made her heart skip a beat.
'He's cute when he's sitting like that.' She froze, her face had rapidly engaged Tomato Mode, 'No way! I can't believe I just thought that! Argh, get a hold of yourself Itsuka!'
"ALRIGHT! Enough meditating for today!" Yamato yelled as he shot up, startling Izuku, "Kendo, go ahead and head back home. I have to take Izuku to his house."
The two teens looked between themselves and nodded, "Bye Midoriya-san, I can't wait to get back to it tomorrow!"
Izuku nodded and flashed that brilliant smile of his, "See you tomorrow Kendo-san!"
Yamato rolled his eye and grabbed the boy's arm, pulling him towards the kid's apartment. Eventually the two settled into a comfortable walk. Izuku looked over to see Yamato wrapping a red scarf around his neck. It ended up blocking his mouth and nose. Noticing the curious look, Yamato stated, "I can't be seen by your mother. It's too early on the timeline. Plus, I think I look cool."
Izuku's face went deadpan at his mention of "cool". In his opinion, the man looked like he was caked in dirt and had crawled out of a pre-quirk battleground. If he was cool, Izuku was the definition of a superstar.
"What do you mean it's too early?"
"Certain events, like that day I appeared in your room ten years ago, must happen at exact times. If we go off of what was predicted, your future can dramatically shift." Yamato calmly stated. He kept walking, despite Izuku's confusion.
The man turned and walked backwards, his eye trained on Izuku. He spread his arms out and did a little spin. "I look amazing."
Izuku chuckled... it was gonna be an awkward first meeting between this guy and his mother.
NEW YORK CITY - 6:21 AM
Yuutaro was frustrated. This body was definitely not worth its weight in blood. Damn you Richard, you disgusting human. The Corrupted Autarch had dealt with many different species' bodies... the Arcturians, Morlians, Human, Draconis... each one had it's benefits and weaknesses.
This body was weak. It's owner had no powers, at least not the ones Yuutaro had hoped for.
"Damn… You did have an Anathema… a shame it was Immunity. I swear, having a good immune system is just worthless."
The puppet body shook its head. The streets were swamped with early morning traffic, as always. This was good, it wouldn't take long to pick out a new body.
"Azrael…" muttered Yuutaro, "Come forth. You will assume this body when I claim a new one."
A shadow like form grew from the ground. It had a singular eye that blinked before imitating a nod. It sunk back into the ground where the body's shadow was.
Yuutaro's eyes scoured the passing populace. They didn't stop moving until they locked onto a male sitting on a bench, his head in his hands. Using his power, Yuutaro ripped his way into the man's mind.
'Damn heroes! They couldn't even protect my wife! Now we're hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt! What are we supposed to do?!'
"Ah, it seems that our friend there is experiencing a troublesome time. Perhaps we should assist him?"
A cacophony of voices blared in Yuutaro's mind. Yells of approval, discussions from outside of this world… but one stood out from the others in a way that silenced them.
"My offspring. Go forth and bring this being to paradise. May his form suit your hunt of the rebel."
"My thanks, Lord Commander."
Yuutaro tapped a little happy jig before walking over and sitting beside the man. Despite his past self's reluctance to preform these acts, the man he was now rather enjoyed it.
"You seem tired… Haruto Miyazaki."
"Huh… wh- who are you? How do you know my name?"
Yuutaro sighed. These primitive animals lacked the connection with the source. Once the rebel was dealt with, he would lead this world into the paradise that is the source.
"I know of your struggles. I may be able to help. Perhaps you would like money? Your wife healed? Would you perhaps like to live in a paradise with her?"
Haruto froze. He was listening as the man next to him offered solutions to his problems… but it was all so confusing! Why… why did he find himself believing this guy could fix everything?!
"If I did accept… what would I have to pay?"
"Nothing of importance… see I have an Ana- ahem… Quirk, it allows me to use someone's body as a vessel. I need to obtain permission or there's a chance my host could reject me." He wasn't lying per se, more like he had to bend the truth. Damn the creator of these heathens, bestowing the Anathema upon them, blocking the rightful rulers from accessing their gifts.
"I just need to borrow your body for a small while, and then your reward will be paid in full. Sound fair?"
Yuutaro watched as the business man contemplated his offer. He rolled "his" eyes, these apes always take forever to answer. Why the debate? Paradise was only a switch away!
"I agree… IF you agree to heal my wife."
"Mr. Miyazaki, it'll be my pleasure to help her. Please, follow me to this alley. It's not a pretty transference."
The two men stood up, Yuutaro led the way to a disgustingly dirty alley. The man looked around before turning to see Yuutaro staring at him.
"Shake my hand, and say these words: I, Haruto Miyazaki, willingly depart my person. For unto me shall a paradise open, ad eterna invictus."
Haruto felt his heart beat accelerating. Something was wrong, he could feel it. A dark miasma descended upon the alley, all exits were obscured… hesitantly, he placed his hand in the other man's.
"I… Haruto Miyazaki, willingly depart my person. For unto me… shall a paradise open, Ad… eterna invictus?"
As soon as the last word left his mouth, Richard Novak fell limp backwards. Haruto opened his mouth to ask what happened but found he couldn't. His arms stayed locked at his side, his legs stung but could not move. What was happening?!
"Azrael, assume the body. It's high time we started building our new headquarters in this world."
Richard slowly stood up, his head cracked and snapped. The eyes slowly changed from a purple iris to a white iris.
"My lord, it is a privilege to receive a vessel of which you have inhabited."
"I would never leave my prized general in this world's disgusting excuse for the beyond. Seriously… to think these primitives haven't even constructed the first Oblivion Drive yet."
Azrael looked disgusted. He spat on the ground as an insult.
"Surely they mock us, these protected humans. To think, the cockroaches were spared the collapse while we Arcturians had been subsumed by the Emperor. Pitiful."
"Quite. Now, Azrael… I have given you command of our forces. Go forth and find new allies. Bring more of our enemies unto our paradise and bring forth our era of peace."
Azrael bowed. The man simply walked away, towards the busy streets.
However, Yuutaro felt a buzz in his pocket. Pulling out a primitive communication device, he opened it and answered the call.
"Haruto Miyazaki. You may or may not know me. My name is All for One. I have your wife, she is safe. You owe us a great deal, please board flight 214 tomorrow at noon and report to me in Japan. You will pay your debt through work. Is this understood?"
Yuutaro paused, his lips pursed. Then, he smiled a wicked smile. Allies.
"Of course, perhaps I could bring along some allies? They will assist with whatever I tell them."
"You may. Do not be late, for her sake."
The call ended. Yuutaro shook as he clutched the phone. His face was ear to ear with a smile. His mouth opened and out came a deranged laugh.
He was excited to meet this… All for One.
Musutafu, Japan - 7:59PM
Yamato and Izuku stood just outside the apartment. The adult beside him was sweating, Izuku swore. It was almost like he was either dreading this, or he was just really anti-social.
"Mom! Tadaima! I have a guest, it's my… work out coach!" Izuku said as he opened the door. There, standing near the kitchen was the short woman. Inko Midoriya smiled at her son and happily greeted the man standing in the doorway.
"Warning! Accelerated heart rate detected. Administer beta blockers?"
Yamato felt his heart spike. Seeing the pop up, he shook his head both to clear the pop up and to remove his shock.
"Thank you for having me Mrs. Midoriya. Oh, and thank you for allowing me to train Izuku." Yamato bowed, his words slightly muffled by the scarf.
"Please, have a seat, I'm sure you must be hungry."
"Oh, I must apologize ma'am… I- my quirk has some properties that decrease my appetite. Please forgive my rudeness."
"Oh not at all!"
Izuku watched as the two went back and forth. He smiled, it seemed like his mentor and mother were going to get along well… maybe he could introduce her to Al- no. That would probably make her heart explode.
Izuku and Inko sat down at the table and started to eat. Yamato merely sat beside Izuku and offered small amounts of conversation.
"So, he slipped on a can and fell on his butt. I swear I saw Itsuka bust up laughing." Yamato chuckled as he spoke. When he looked over at Izuku, he saw the boy giving him a pout… and he began to laugh harder.
"Oh! My baby boy is talking to girls?!"
"Moooom…"
"Yeah, Itsuka Kendo. She's my landlord's granddaughter. I swear… her karate chops have taken years off my life." Yamato laughed out.
Izuku looked betrayed as Yamato just flashed him a wink… at least he thought it was a wink. You know, is it a wink if he's only got one eye?
"Yes, it was a wink."
Izuku froze. He stuttered a bit before looking down in embarrassment. He just went back to eating while Yamato and Inko discussed things like his training and current housing prices.
When Izuku looked up from his food, he noticed that it was time for bed. At least according to the American Dream plan. He needed to be well rested since tomorrow was the day Yamato would be sparring with him.
"Goodnight mom. Goodnight Yamato."
"Hey, get some good sleep kid." Yamato waved at him.
As soon as the bedroom door closed, Yamato felt uncomfortable. Something was off. He looked over to Inko who had been slowly chewing her food with her eyes closed. The man didn't know what to say now that he didn't have Izuku as an out. He slowly tried to stand up, however the woman just opened her eyes and stared at him.
"Take the scarf off, Hisashi." She said with a glare.
Oh shit. Oh shit, shit shit shit…
Yamato sighed, he reached up and pulled the red scarf off. His face looked tired, slightly scared but mostly tired.
"Hey… Inko."
"Don't you hey Inko me! You told me you were working overseas ten years ago! Why is your hair white? What's with the eyepatch?!"
Yamato flinched with every whisper-yell. Yeah, this was gonna be a rough one. At least Izuku didn't know… god it was gonna be so much worse with him.
The man sighed, "I did work overseas ten years ago. Back then… I did it for your own protection. It was too dangerous for me to be around you and Izu."
"Why?"
Yamato rubbed his hair, trying to massage a headache that was forming.
"Alright, remember how I said my Cousin was the pro-hero 'Slash' the Silver knight?" Inko nodded, "That was me. I'm Slash the Silver Knight. Yes, I can breath fire with my quirk. No, my quirk is not fire breath."
Inko just stood there with her arms crossed. It broke his heart to have to lie to her all these years, and yet it hurt even more to see her like this.
"Look. You can't tell Izu. Right now, I'm helping him train for UA-"
"What?!"
"Shush, it's his decision. You need to support it. Trust me." Yamato paused before he nodded and continued, "This is a rare calm moment. He needs to focus on his heroics. He doesn't need the drama of me reappearing in his life right now. Not when he has you."
Yamato faltered a bit, his tired face took on a sad look. He shook slightly. In Inko's eyes, he resembled a young Izuku who was about to cry.
"Things happened. The HPSC has it all marked confidential. But… I never stopped thinking about you two."
"Hisashi…"
Inko uncrossed her arms and took a shaky step forward.
"I understand if you want me to…"
He was cut off when he felt the warmth of two arms around him. Looking down, he saw the slightly shorter woman holding on for dear life.
"Don't. Just… please…"
If he had been anyone else, this would've been strange. Yamato however hugged her back. It had been a long, long time since he saw her.
"Welcome home… Hisashi."
"I'm home, Inko."
????
Izuku looked around. It was dark… really dark. He tried to open his mouth but it felt like no air escaped it. He thought he was dead until a flash of bright light shook his vision.
"Fellow Arcturians! Today marks the one millionth year since the founding of our great society! My name is Emperor Takuya! Of house-"
An explosion rocked the vision. People screamed and shouted as a huge building came falling down. Parent huddled over their children and siblings hugged as the shadow grew darker over them.
Izuku thought this was the end… until a figure swooped in and sliced the whole building in two. He was tall, with black hair and a short but rugged beard. His face was marked with a smug smile and golden eyes. Izuku blinked twice before confirming that this guy had pointed ears.
He wore a black coat with a strange insignia. Over that was a red cape with the words "Invictus Mori". From what Izuku remembered about Latin, mostly from his search on Latin Heroes, that meant to Die Unconquered.
"Be not afraid! The hero Braveheart is here!"
Izuku watched as the man landed on the ground. He had propelled himself in the air using some kind of rocket boots. The boy felt so excited to see this… otherworldly hero do something amazing.
"Is everyone alright? I'm glad I got here just in time."
Everyone clapped and cheered. The man took a bow as he took in the praise. He sighed a few signatures before walking off. He didn't notice the small boy following him.
Izuku watched as this, Blue haired boy with a small poster, chased after him.
"Mr. Braveheart! I… I have a question!"
"Well, let me hear it boy!"
The boy nervously shifted. He showed the man his poster. It was a crude drawing of himself and the boy standing side by side as comrades. Izuku felt his face light up with a smile at the small fanboy.
"I know most people dislike us," Izuku noted that this kid was using some advanced grammar for a child, "But I wanted to know if you thought a hybrid could be a hero like you?"
In an instant the entire plaza was quiet. Izuku rapidly turned his head back and saw that the people had all turned to stare at the boy and the hero. By the time he turned back, he was appalled to see the hero rip the poster up. The boy screamed as the hero then lit his hand ablaze.
"Disgusting." His face was full of hatred. The snarled lip, the flared nostrils.
The boy backed away in fear. What did he do that deserved that?!
"Begone you omen of the damned. Before you cause another building to collapse."
The boy took a shaky step back. His eyes started to leak tears… it was only a second before he turned an ran down the street.
Izuku had heard enough. His face contorted in rage as he willed his body to punch the man. Except, that didn't happen. Instead…
"You. It has been so long. What say you of this society's heroes?"
Izuku was surprised to see an elderly man standing beneath a cherry tree. Looking down he saw his own body.
"What is this?"
"This is the mindscape. What I just shared with you was a memory of my childhood. My homeworld, Primis. The second planet to orbit the star Celeste. On my world, I was viewed as an outcast. Something to be hated."
Izuku watched as the old man sat beneath the cherry tree. He patted the ground next to him. Izuku sat down, it was peaceful here.
"Who are you?"
The elder sighed, his tired features contorted into a happy smile.
"I am the Hybrid Prince. A mixture of Arcturian and Human blood. My father, the Emperor of Primis, had me thrown out when he discovered my birth… I am the last of my people."
Izuku froze. What? An entire advanced civilization had been wiped out?!
"How? How are you the only one left? I saw so many people there!"
"It was th-"
Musutafu, Japan 5:30AM
The alarm clock woke Izuku up with a start. He tried to remember what he was dreaming about. Something about old men and heroes he guessed. Whatever, he needed to eat something.
It was a surprise to see his mother up this early. She seemed to be singing a happy little tune while making some eggs. She turned and saw Izuku.
"Good morning Izu! I've got to do some errands today so I thought I'd get up early and make you some food!"
"Thanks mom!" The boy eagerly said as he sat down. The woman placed the plates on the table and she started to eat.
The two conversed a small amount. Izuku expressing his gratitude for his mother and Inko nearly tearing up about how good of a boy he was.
Once Izuku was finished eating, he quickly rinsed his plate and sped off to the door.
"Izuku! Make sure to be respectful to Mr. Kimisuya! I don't wanna hear about you running around with any girls! It's too early for me to be a grandma!"
Izuku's face went tomato mode. He sputtered and stuttered as he tried to think of real words to use.
"Okay…" he finally muttered out.
Inko laughed and waved him out. As soon as he left, she pulled out a small book.
Blowing the dust off of it, she read the title: "Journal of Hisashi Midoriya"
She giggled a bit, it had been a while since she read this silly little thing. Her Hisashi had given it to her as a peace offering for going overseas. She read through it a few times but couldn't understand some parts.
After the incident last night, she decided to brush up on embarrassing things to bring up about her husband. After all, why not make him miserable?
"Oh just you wait, Hisashi. Momma is beginning her villain arc!"
Nearly three miles away, Yamato shuddered in fear.
"Feeling cold Yamato-kun?" All Might asked.
"No. I fear a witch is about to hex me."
Toshinori rose an eyebrow at the comment. He discarded the thought when he saw the two future heroes running up to them. He wasn't going to let anything distract him right now.
Today was sparring day.