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The Queen of Fae had been watching the log cabin for weeks. The oldest son had drawn her attention by foolishly uprooting a ring of mushrooms. By fae law, anything (or anyone) that touched a fairy ring belonged to them, so she had come to see if he was worth taking.
A human man and woman lived in the cabin with their two young sons. The inhabitants were dirt poor. What little money they had, they spent on alcohol. After drinking, the parents would toss the empty bottles at the children. Twice, the father had abandoned the sickly younger brother in the middle of the forest, until the older brother found him and brought him back home. It was inexplicable to the queen, because the fae valued their children highly and never kidnapped more than they wanted to keep.
The older brother, Hisashi, had curly white hair, freckles, and crimson eyes. For a prepubescent boy, he was already unusually tall. He was fast and smart, skilled at dodging his parents’ fists and hiding money away in his mattress. When he took their pitiful crops to market, he would sell them for twice what they were worth. Hisashi created traps from metal scraps to catch small animals for supper. He found herbs around the forest to make medicine for his younger brother. Whenever one of the parents lifted a hand toward his little brother, Hisashi’s eyes would burn with a hatred that a fae could respect.
Any other fae would have immediately snatched up Hisashi. They valued strength. However, the Queen of Fae needed to be very careful in her choice. The child she adopted would rule the fae someday, in the millennium to come after she faded into the magic.
In her observations, she’d grown very fond of the younger brother, too. Yoichi was sickly to the point of coughing up blood. He had a gentle, forgiving temperament. He would turn over his parents to stop them from suffocating in their vomit when they drank to the point of unconsciousness. Although he was not strong, he drew beautiful sketches with the pad and charcoal his big brother had brought back from the city. The fae loved art and artists. The queen thought that it might be nice to also have a sweet younger child to dote on.
Two children would be extra work to look after, especially before their transformation when they always kept trying to escape. Fortunately, the Queen of Fae had a consort to help her—a mortal bard she’d taken during a hunt after being charmed by his music. She’d brought him to the cabin to look at the children, since they would become his sons as well. He’d been immediately taken with both children but especially Yoichi. Then he’d started muttering about kidnapping being immoral until she fed him some soup that wiped the concern from his mind.
The Queen of Fae had finished preparing two bedrooms and clothing for her new sons. Now she cast an illusion over herself to appear as a wizened old crone carrying a basket of strawberries to sell. Walking hunched over, she approached the cabin. To her pleased surprise, the iron horseshoe over the door had already been removed. It would be easier if she didn’t need to lure the children outside. She knocked on the cabin door.
Hisashi opened the door. “There you are. You’re late.”
The stench of death hit the queen’s sensitive nose. Both parents slumped down on the table next to half-finished meals. At first the queen thought they had fallen ill, but then she detected the musty scent of hemlock poison.
Hisashi smiled. “I heard that your kind sometimes kill the parents of the children you take, and I couldn’t let you beat me to it. Their deaths belonged to me.” He bared his teeth in a fae-like fashion.
The Queen of Fae realized why the protective charm had been removed from the door. “You sought out my attention on-purpose. How interesting.”
Hisashi half-shrugged. “Do you know how many circles of mushrooms I tried before I found a real fairy ring? I’m glad you finally showed up. We’re ready to leave. I’ve already packed.” He pointed at the blanket tied into a sack, sitting on the ground. Yoichi lay with his head resting on the sack. His hands had been bound together. He snored lightly. Hisashi said, “I tried to convince him we’d be happier with wealth, power, and magic, but he didn’t want to go. I tied him up in case the chamomile wears off and he wakes up.”
The Queen of Fae threw back her head and laughed as she hadn’t since girlhood. Her choice had been far better than she’d known. This boy was a natural fae. He would make a perfect prince, and one day, king.
The illusion around her vanished, revealing her dark flowing hair and spider silk dress. Flowers and butterflies fell from her curly locks as she lunged forward to wrap up both boys in her cloak. “Welcome home, my children,” she whispered. With a flick of her cloak, they vanished.
Long fallen leaves crunched under his feet as Izuku trampled through the thick brush, shivering in a desperate attempt to stave off the cold. The wind whistled through the trees, causing the boy to whine quietly as he pulled his jacket closer to his body.
Izuku wasn't quite certain how he had managed to get lost in the woods. He had been taking a quick shortcut into town to get some medicine for his sick mother when he looked around only to find himself in some unfamiliar part of the woods. He had spent the last few hours calling for someone, anyone to find him as he desperately tried to find his way out of the forest.
Each turn he took seemed to take him deeper within the trees, any attempts at marking his path quickly disappearing under the snow that had begun to fall. Every hour drew him closer and closer to nightfall, to total darkness. Izuku was tired and cold and hungry, and he wanted nothing more than to curl up in his mother's arms, warm and safe.
A sudden smell of smoke snapped Izuku out of his wishful thoughts. Glancing around him, Izuku quickly spotted the faint orange glow of a campfire flickering through the trees.
There was someone else in the woods!
Ecstatic, Izuku began to run towards the campfire as quickly as possible in the snow. Flying past trees and brush, in a matter of minutes he stood directly in front of the campsite, where a tall, white-haired man was sitting, tending to a pot cooking atop the flame.
The man looked up at his approach, eyes seeming to glow red in the firelight. When he saw who was in front of him, he grinned and beckoned Izuku closer.
"Greetings, stranger!" he said cheerfully in a deep voice. Izuku, who had been somewhat nervous about the man's reaction to his arrival, relaxed, put at ease by the man's calming tone.
"Hello!" Izuku replied in the same cheery voice.
The man chuckled, before gesturing for Izuku to sit next to him. Gratefully, he did, allowing the heat of the flames to warm him up as he sat down on the log. There was a strong tradition in these parts that travelers helped each other. Hopefully this man knew the way out of the woods.
"I'm almost finished cooking dinner, if you'd like," the man said. "You must be hungry from traveling all this way, especially in such dreadful weather."
"Thank you, sir," Izuku replied gratefully as the man spooned out a portion of soup into a wooden bowl and placed it into Izuku's hands. Izuku began to drink it gratefully, and it wasn't long before the entire bowl was completely empty.
"Now, if you don't mind me asking, how did you end up so deep in the woods?" The man refilled Izuku's bowl. "After all, not many travelers come and visit us in this wilderness."
"I–I actually got lost," Izuku admitted quietly. "I was fetching cough medicine for my mother, and I ended up wandering off the trail."
“Your mother is sick? How unfortunate for her.” Something about the man’s words sounded awkward and practiced. It would be ungenerous to call his tone insincere. Maybe it had been a while since this traveler had offered courtesies to another person.
Izuku sipped his soup quietly before speaking again. "Do you live with someone else?" he asked curiously. "I mean, you used the word 'us'…"
"Oh, yes, my brother and I live not far from here. He was sickly as a child, so I advised him to stay indoors during this unpleasant weather."
Izuku nodded. Having finished his second bowl of soup, he suddenly felt overcome with exhaustion. He yawned, eyes starting to drift shut, leaning heavily against the older man for support. It wasn't long before Izuku began to drift off, mind slipping away into a comfortable, relaxing slumber.
"Sleep well, Izuku," he could distantly hear the man whisper to him before he finally fell asleep. "I can hardly wait to speak to you in the morning."
The room felt too warm. Izuku and his mother had limited money for firewood, and besides it was dangerous to leave a fire unattended while they slept. So they always put out the fireplace every night before bed. During the winter, Izuku was accustomed to waking up with a cold face. But now he felt warm and toasty, almost to the point of discomfort.
Maybe his face felt hot because he was sleeping on his stomach. Izuku turned, but the movement jostled a tender spot on his back. He reached for his mother. Izuku and Inko always slept in the same bed during the winter, to preserve warmth. But no one was there.
Izuku opened his eyes. This was not his one-room cabin. He lay in a giant four-poster bed. Lacy curtains hung around the sides. Even more strangely, vines with pale purple flowers crept down the bedposts.
What had happened? Memory returned in flashes. Izuku had accepted soup from a traveler, then fallen asleep. He tried to tell himself that the kindly man must have brought him home to look after him. But something felt wrong. He strained his mind. That man had known Izuku’s name even though he’d never introduced himself!
Leaping up, Izuku flung back the curtains around his bed only to gape at the strangeness.
More vines ran down the white walls. Their blossoms filled the room with a pleasant scent. This room held a bed, a clawfoot table, and a velvet armchair. At first glance, the floor was covered by a green carpet. On a closer look, it was real grass with occasional wildflowers peaking through. Even more strangely, dim glowing balls floated around the room, hanging from no string and casting hazy light everywhere.
Izuku wore a gauzy robe made of threads like a spider’s web. Someone had changed him during his sleep? He even smelled different, a faint lavender scent drifting off his hair. He took deep breaths, trying not to panic.
Izuku’s desperate gaze fastened on the outline of a door. It did not have a handle. This proved, for once and for all, that he was a prisoner. He was desperate enough to try and break down the door. His mother had a nasty cold. He couldn’t leave her sick and all alone. Swinging his legs over the bed, he touched the soft, spongy grass. Did his feet seem a bit smaller than usual? Surely it must be his imagination.
As soon as Izuku took a step forward, the floating lights turned brighter. This only served to freak him out more. Did this mean his captor had been alerted?
Unfortunately, his guess proved right. The door opened, and the man from yesterday walked in holding a tray of food. But his appearance had changed sharply. He wore a regal royal purple robe, and he had black butterfly wings extending from his back. A black crown with metal stag’s antlers rested on his brow with a ruby gleaming from the forehead. His ears were pointed and the pupils of his red eyes slitted like a cat’s. His skin seemed to glow softly. This man was not human.
“Who are you?” Izuku demanded.
The kidnapper smiled. “Most call me King Hisashi, but you can call me Father.”
Izuku laughed, high-pitched and frantic. “I don’t think so. I helped my mother bury my father nearly three years ago.”
“Papa? Dad?” Hisashi smiled. His eyes gleamed with something less friendly: either amusement or greed.
Izuku backed away, his legs hitting the bed. His back felt heavy, making his shoulders ache. “I can’t be your son. I’m a human, not…a fae.” Izuku hesitated to say the word, as if that would make his situation more real. Everyone knew the stories about fae stealing away children, beauties, or those artistically talented. Sometimes the adults would return a century later with pockets full of gold. No one knew what happened to the children. Stories ranged from the children being eaten or transformed into monsters.
Hisashi’s smile widened. “You’re turning into a fine fae already.”
Izuku remembered the tenderness and weight on his back. His hands went over his shoulders. He felt nubs of wings. His palms sweated. “No. Please. I need to return home to my mother. She’s the only family I have in the entire world.” His voice came out reedy and desperate.
“I’m your family.” Hisashi sounded as if he genuinely didn’t understand the problem. “Eat. The transformation will make you hungry.” He set down the food tray on the bedside table.
The armchair stood up, sprouted feet, and walked over. Hisashi sat down next to the bed.
Izuku clamped a hand over his mouth to prevent a scream. This place kept getting stranger and stranger. He flinched away from the food in case it started walking, too.
Hisashi said, “The food won’t harm you, I promise. Fae can’t lie.”
Izuku stared down at a plate of scrambled eggs, a glass of juice, and a muffin. Should he eat it? Izuku suspected the soup from the night before might have been drugged. But legend confirmed that the fae could not lie. Izuku had never met a fae before, and had not been convinced they were real until today, so he did not know if this was true. The fae were also notorious for twisting their words. Maybe the breakfast would put Izuku to sleep but not technically harm him. But if Hisashi wanted to knock Izuku unconscious, then realistically there was very little he could do to stop it. Izuku needed to keep up his strength to escape. He might as well eat. If he pretended to be cooperative, then his captor might take him outside.
Sitting on the side of the bed, Izuku reached for his fork.
Hisashi moved faster, grabbing the fork and scooping up a bite of eggs. He held it out, clearly planning to feed Izuku his breakfast.
Izuku scowled. “If I let you feed me like a child, then will you take me out of this room?” Belatedly, he tried to make an excuse. “It feels stuffy in here. The flower smell is giving me a headache.”
Hisashi beamed. “You have a deal, little one. I’ll take you to visit your uncle.”
Izuku supposed that would be the best bargain he could get. Hopefully the stories about fae being bound to keep their deals was true. He opened his mouth.
It was incredibly humiliating to be fed like he was a baby by the older man. But Izuku’s initial frustration was quickly forgotten as soon as he reluctantly took a bite off of the fork. The food, as seemingly humble and plain as it was, was the most delicious meal he had ever eaten in his life, topping even his favorite of his mother's incredible dinners.
Before Izuku even knew it, the plate was completely empty, Izuku's stomach finally felt full and satisfied. Immediately, Izuku sprang up from the bed, more than eager to get away from the suffocating presence of the fae.
Hisashi calmly followed, his eerily tall figure seeming to loom over Izuku. The fae must have had to shrink himself down in order to disguise himself as a human. There was no way Izuku could have failed to notice such giant size before.
"Let's go," Izuku tried to demand, although his voice came out much higher pitched than he would've liked, ruining his attempt at appearing mature. "I finished my part of the deal."
"Of course, baby," Hisashi said, seemingly amused by Izuku's demeanor. "Follow me."
With that, he moved to the massive door and easily pried it open, quickly striding through it. Izuku followed, eyes wide as he took in what lay beyond the door.
The hallway was decorated in much the same way as the room had been, covered in vines. Trees pushed out of the ground, forming thick pillars as they reached out into the ceiling, branches full of glowing leaves.
The lush grass that carpeted the floor of the room continued down the hallway, broken only by small, colorful flowers that pocketed the floor, soft and oh-so-sweet smelling as Izuku passed by them.
Winding through the corridors, Izuku thought he could hear half formed whispers that seemed to hush themselves every time he tried to turn his head to hear them better, before continuing their small chatter of meaningless words as soon as he stopped. Noticing that he was trailing a bit behind Hisashi, Izuku raced to catch up with the fae, who had finally stopped in front of a wooden door carved with forest imagery. It looked very similar to the one in the room he had woken up in. With a smile, the fae dramatically opened the door.
Inside, Izuku could see a pale, thin, somewhat sickly-looking fae. He had unnaturally green eyes and white, nearly transparent wings drooping as he read what appeared to be a book. The words on the cover shifted around and made Izuku's vision blur. The new fae shared quite a striking resemblance to Hisashi, with the same long facial features and bone-white hair, though the man's hair was much longer than Hisashi's.
At their arrival, the man looked up, face twisting into a grimace.
"Brother," he hissed out, voice venomous. "How wonderful it is to see you here."
"Hello Yoichi," Hisashi cheerfully replied, seemingly oblivious to the other fae's ire. "I brought your new nephew here to meet you! Say hello, Izuku."
Izuku was torn between wanting to defy his captor and being polite to his first possible ally. Any enemy of Hisashi’s could be a friend. In the end, Izuku waved.
Yoichi gasped. “You finally succumbed to the pressure of the court and kidnapped a child?”
Hisashi beamed. “Isn’t he adorable? He’ll make a great prince of the fae.”
Yoichi’s eyes darted between them. “Let me speak to him alone.”
Hisashi nodded. “Who am I to deny you uncle-nephew bonding time?” He started toward the door.
Izuku sat down on the chair next to the bed. “Are you a prisoner here too, sir?” he asked. It couldn’t hurt to be polite.
Yoichi sighed, seeming to shrink into himself. “My brother and I were kidnapped when we were very young. I tried to escape many times–”
“And there are burn marks all over the palace to prove it,” Hisashi called cheerfully.
Yoichi glared. “Leave, big brother.”
“You can’t rush a king, foolish little brother.” Hisashi closed the door behind him.
Izuku’s shoulders relaxed. Since fae couldn’t lie, if both of them said that Yoichi was a prisoner then it must be true. At least he had one person on his side in this strange place. “If you were kidnapped, did you used to be human too?” He glanced at the door. “Did he used to be human?” It was hard to believe, when Hisashi seemed so eldritch and powerful. “Does he plan to turn me into something like you?”
“Did my idiot brother not tell you anything?” Yoichi shook his head.
“He called himself my father, but I have no idea why.” Izuku’s eyes filled with tears. “For all I knew, maybe he planned to raise me just to eat me like a witch from a fairy tale.”
“Oh, my poor child.” Yoichi took Izuku’s hands and squeezed them. “Hisashi would never physically harm you, though I’m afraid the same can’t be said for mental harm. He has adopted you as his own child, which means he plans to transform you into a fae.”
Izuku’s head shot up. “He can’t! I already have a mother!”
“He doesn’t care. Fae reproduce by kidnapping human children and transforming them. It’s natural to our kind. Hisashi doesn’t see anything wrong with it.”
“But it’s very wrong.” Izuku stared at his hands. “Why me?”
Gently, Yoichi said, “You seem like an articulate, intelligent, and brave boy. The fae are drawn to strength and cuteness in potential children, and you have both.”
In spite of the dire situation, Izuku’s cheeks flushed. He was not accustomed to hearing such praise from anyone except his mother. As the poorest boy in town with no father, he’d always been an outcast. He mumbled, “I’d rather have been ugly if I could have avoided that man’s attention.”
“Understandable.” Yoichi’s tone turned grim. “My brother was in many ways like a fae even before his transformation–cruel, ruthless, and bitterly possessive of what belongs to him. Now that he has laid eyes on you, he will never willingly let you go.”
Izuku said, “I can’t help feeling a little sorry for him, if he was once kidnapped like me.”
“You’re wasting your sympathy.” Yoichi snorted. “My older brother deliberately sought out the former Queen of Fae to adopt him, and in his typical fashion dragged me along unwillingly. I was not pleased. Apparently I set a record for number of escape attempts. I set fire to the palace three times. Once I made it all the way back to town, where I knocked on the door of the local church and begged for sanctuary. I should have been safe there, protected by the horseshoe over the door and the iron in the nails of the walls. But my older brother came that night and opened the door so that our new mother could take me back. He was still human enough to touch cold iron. If not for him, I wouldn’t be here speaking to you now.”
Which meant that at least once, Yoichi had found his way out of this strange enchanted palace and back to the human town. Furthermore, this story made it clear how Izuku could stay free after he returned home. Perhaps Yoichi had been dropping these clues deliberately. Izuku’s heart rate quickened. “Can you help me escape?”
Yoichi’s eyes slid toward the door. He put a finger to his lips. Izuku understood that Hisashi was likely listening in on their conversation. He nodded.
In a cheerful voice, Yoichi said, “At least that wasn’t the last time I saw the outside world. Fae regularly slip into town to attend dances. We all love music. I snuck into the last festival wearing a magical disguise. My brother is overprotective, but I know all the secret ways out of the palace.”
Izuku figured out what Yoichi was trying to say–if Izuku could secretly come here alone, then Yoichi could take him back home and disguise his strange appearance. Finally, Izuku had true hope. Izuku locked eyes with Yoichi. “Thank you for the stories, uncle. I feel closer to you already.”
“I think we’ve bonded.” Yoichi winked.
When the door opened and Hisashi came to take Izuku away, he did not fight. He was already planning.
The trip back to his bedroom flew by as Izuku lost himself in his thoughts, mind furiously spinning as he planned. Entranced by the thought of escape, he barely noticed the older fae opening the door for him, or tasted the small snack Hisashi gave him as he sat back down on the bed.
Suddenly, he was jolted out of his thoughts by a sharp, intense flash of pain. He jolted, crying out as he moved to grasp the injured area. Before he could do so, another sharp pang rang through his body, followed immediately afterwards by another.
Izuku groaned, instinctively curling inwards to attempt to lessen the pain, but it would not let up. His arms, his legs, and even the small nubs of wings were all screaming at him in agony. His hair felt as if it were on fire, his skin like it was melting, shrinking itself tight, too tight it's too tight, too much across his body. Tears streamed down his face, feeling like streams of magma against his sensitive skin.
Hisashi reached out to position the boy in his lap.
Izuku’s ears rang, Hisashi's warm reassurance turned into tinny static. The previously unnaturally, cloud-soft blankets felt like sandpaper on his skin, grating and itching. The flowers covering the room smelled sickeningly sweet, mixing with the sour scent of his own sweat. Everything was too sharp, too clear, too much and it was overwhelming Izuku, making the pain racking his body all the more unbearable.
The boy could do nothing but sob, shaking in the arms of the fae who had come to comfort him, crying and begging for him to do something, anything to make it all stop, to bring an end to the seemingly limitless torment. Eventually, Izuku's suffering began to abate, the pain dying down to a manageable level before vanishing entirely, as quickly as it had come. His senses, too, seemed to quiet down, returning, while not back to normal, to a far more manageable level.
Cries quieting down to hiccups, Izuku finally began to take in his surroundings once more. He was still in the bed, yes, but also seemed to be…clutching his captor. Embarrassed, Izuku wanted to push himself away from the fae but, frustratingly, could not seem to muster up the will to do so. He was worn out and wanted nothing more than to cling to the arms of his mother. While the fae was far from the mother he had been stolen from, the action of laying in his arms was similar enough.
Still, Izuku felt slightly suffocated by Hisashi's tight embrace. Wriggling himself around, he managed to slightly dislodge the fae's clawed grip, allowing himself a small pocket of space to just breathe. As he did, though, he noticed that something still felt…off about his body. Something had changed, shifted, something major, and Izuku was afraid to find out. But curiousity overrode his hesitance, and, after taking a deep breath to regain his courage, he mustered the willpower to glance quickly down at his hand.
Izuku saw the hand of a child no older than five, with stubby fingers and soft skin that had never labored on a farm. For a moment, he nearly looked around for the child who had gotten into this room. Then his fingers moved, and he realized this hand belonged to him.
Gasping, Izuku felt his face and looked down over his body. He could not deny the evidence. He had deaged into a child. Strangely, his robe had shrunk in size along with him. The lumps on his back felt tender to the touch, with something slick and wet poking out. Touching the nascent wings sent a jolt down Izuku’s spine. He flinched. “What have you done to me?” he whispered.
No, no, this couldn’t be happening. It must all be a nightmare. Soon he’d wake up from his dream and be back home in his cabin–no, in his bedroom at the palace. He was already in his bedroom. Izuku blinked, confused.
Hisashi gathered Izuku in his arms and pulled him closer. “Exciting, isn’t it? You’ll be flying in no time.”
Izuku felt a wave of joy at the thought. He longed to soar through the skies with the other fae. He could almost feel the sensation of air under his wings, like an inherited memory. A small smile tugged at his lips.
No, wait. Izuku couldn’t stay here. There was a reason he had to leave. Something–someone–he’d forgotten.
Hisashi brushed Izuku’s hair. “You must be tired, my little prince. Rest.” He lifted Izuku up and tucked him under the bedcovers.
The hand on his forehead was too big. It should have been a smaller hand touching him–a woman’s hand? A mother’s hand? It didn’t matter. Whoever it had been, she had been a human, and thus irrelevant to him. Izuku still felt hot and feverish. He shifted, reaching out his hands, longing for his father’s touch.
Hisashi placed a cup at his lips. “Drink, and you’ll feel better.”
Izuku remembered a green-haired woman bending over him when he’d gotten sick, saying, “Drink, and you’ll feel better.”
His mother. Izuku had almost forgotten his mother. He choked on the water.
Hisashi patted him on the back as he coughed. “Did it go down the wrong way? There, there.” Hisashi kissed Izuku’s forehead.
Izuku writhed, torn between revulsion at the fae’s touch and need for his father’s comfort. Something was very wrong with him. “What have you done to me?” he demanded again, louder. “You’re messing with my head!”
Hisashi kept rubbing Izuku’s back, massaging around his wing nubs. “You’re going through a natural part of the transformation process. I know it’s difficult at the start, princeling. Soon, you’ll no longer be bothered with human thoughts.”
Izuku didn’t find this comforting at all. “I don’t want to become a fae!”
“Why not? Fae are superior to humans. You’ll be stronger and live longer. Instead of scrabbling in the dirt for food, you’ll have everything you desire in my palace.”
“I can’t forget my mother!” Tears streamed down Izuku’s cheeks. Even more than the physical transformation, he was terrified of losing his sense of self. He gripped the front of the fae king’s robe. “Please.”
Hisashi brushed away the tears with one finger. “Once you stop caring about her, you won’t feel any pain.”
“That doesn’t make it any better!”
“It doesn’t?” Hisashi bent closer to examine Izuku’s tears as if curious about them. “Why not?”
In the fae’s eyes, Izuku saw sincere incomprehension. It wasn’t that Hisashi had justified his crimes to himself–the fae king truly saw nothing wrong with kidnapping someone and warping their mind. It was as natural to him as a human swatting an insect or eating meat. There was not the slightest trace of mercy for Izuku in those ruby-red depths.
Between his horror and his tiny young body, Izuku could no longer contain his emotions. He wept until snot dripped down his face. He did not even have the energy to push away the fae cooing over him, nor perhaps the will.
Izuku finally collapsed into slumber. His last sensation was the cold kiss that Hisashi pressed to his forehead.
OMAKE TIME!
Omake: A Natural Fae
Hisashi: I already killed my parents and I’m ready for adoption.
Yoichi: (Bound and gagged) Mmph! Mmph!
Hisashi: You have to take him too. I know he’s much more weak and pathetic than me, but we’re a matched set. I’d like to request that I remain a couple years older than him so I can retain older brother privileges.
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Omake: Made with Love
Izuku: This food tastes even better than my mother’s–wait, you’re bewitching me.
Hisashi: How did you figure it out so quickly?
Izuku: Nothing tastes better than my mother’s cooking!
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Omake: The Patricidal Phase
Izuku: I’m going to kill you.
Hisashi: Aw, I’m so happy. Most kidnapped children cry and beg. Your threats are adorable. I’ll miss your murderousness after the conversion is complete. Kids grow up so fast. Can you stab me a few times so I’ll have the scars to remember this by?
Izuku: I’d like to trade All for Ones. I’ll even take a demon or a dragon variation over this nutjob.