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Goodbye, u-…
Izuku woke up with a yelp and found himself on the floor beside his bed. His head was throbbing like crazy and it took him an ungodly amount of time to raise himself up and not fall right back. He bent down and threw a pillow which fell with him back to his bed.
He fixed his gaze upwards towards the digital clock glowing on the wall and nearly cried out in pure pain how early it was.
6:38 PM
It didn’t sound like that but to him, who frequently functioned during the night, it was too early. After briefly contemplating if he should just go back to sleep he remembered the emotions which ran through him before he woke up from whatever nightmare he was having and instead went to turn on the light.
His mind registered that his room was in more state of disarray than it usually was but he was still feeling too much out of it to do anything about it. And unlike the rest of his family, who preferred to have a similar lifestyle to his one, there were no leftovers to be found. He was proud of that little detail.
He quickly changed from his pajama and walked out of his room and closed the door behind him. From past experiences, he knew damn well that someone was stealing his new notebooks when he left it open - who that was he didn’t know yet.
When he reached the bathroom and was about to walk instead he overheard two voices from downstairs.
“-en will you return?”
“Most likely in the mo….”
He paused and positioned himself closer to the stairs so he could hear his dad and Shota better.
“I wonder why I can’t help myself to believe you, Shota,” his dad commented on Shota’s declaration of returning in the morning and Izuku couldn’t help but snicker as well. It was true, his brother never returned on time.
“Well, that’s not my problem, is it?” It was an accusation more than anything else. Dad was not much better about time management than Shota himself. They both knew it but never stopped bickering about it.
“Hmm… Just don’t lose another limb or you will find yourself at Dr Garaki’s mercy, not mine.”
Shota actually barked a laugh at that and most probably gave their dad an incredulous look.
“Duly noted. See you later.”
After that, the front door opened and closed without anything else said. So he returned to his original plans of washing up a little and brushing his teeth.
Twenty minutes later, more energized and not so drowsy anymore, he found himself in the living room and shortly after in the kitchen where his dad was opening a fridge at the moment. Before even saying hi his dad noticed him and gave him a smile.
“Ah, you are awake, Izuku. Good timing, I was just about to make dinner - a breakfast for you.” His voice was far too cheerful for Izuku this early.
“Thanks..,” he mumbled back and took a look at what his dad took out so far. Flour, milk, oil… And with now eggs in his hand it would most probably end up as pancakes.
He returned his look towards dad and raised his eyebrow.
“Would you really let Garaki take a look at Shota? I mean, the last time he mentioned Erasure you nea-…” a huff from his dad interrupted him.
“Of course I wouldn’t.”
Izuku rolled his eyes and sat down behind the table. Dad automatically placed a coffee before him which Izuku immediately accepted and took a sip.
“When are mom and Tomura supposed to return?” Their trip to Paris was supposed to end somewhere this week but Izuku wasn’t exactly sure when.
“They should be back on Thursday. But as I know Inko they will probably show up on Saturday at best.”
Izuku couldn’t help but humm in agreement. Mom was always too weak toward things which caught her interest - like the rest of their family.
It was a family train at this point.
“Makes sense. Anyway, I’m going back to my room. Call me when the food is ready!”
“Sure thing.”
Izuku left the coffee on the table and went upstairs. He opened the door to his room and froze.
There was a man standing in his room. Looking straight at him and smiling in such a way that it sent a shiver through his whole body. He couldn’t even tremble or move his hand away from the door handle.
At the far corner of his mind where rationality was still in control he found it alarming. He could tell it wasn’t his fear or natural reaction towards the stranger. It was something far deeper which existed in the depths of his own quirk.
The man’s smile widened and the feeling was gone. Izuku’s body trampled to the ground and it started moving on its own inside the room. The door closed behind him and all he could see in the darkness were the bright green eyes before him.
“Hello Izuku,” a male voice could be heard from the green eyes. “I am so happy to finally meet you.”
And Izuku knew that voice. Even though it was only by coincidence. One time, he heard his father talking to someone over the phone rather coldly - excessively so. Later, he learned it was his dad’s brother after his dad sat him down and told him who the heroes are. And to never ever try to become one.
“Ahh… Is that how you greet your uncle, Izuku? With silence? There’s no need to be shy, you know.
As in on cue, Izuku regained the control of his body and decided to activate one of his quirks. He dashed forward with an intent to send his uncle flying through the wall but before he hit him, Yoichi disappeared from his sight. He quickly turned around but a black thick rope like quirk smacked him into the chest, many smaller parts erupted from it. Before he comprehended what was going on his body was already on the floor.
A crash could be heard from the kitchen at the bottom floor. Both him and Yoichi turned their heads towards the sound.
“It seems Hisashi finally noticed..,” Yoichi mumbled from above him while he tried to fight the numbness of his whole body and use something against the black ropes. Then his uncle raised him like he weighed nothing and grinned at him.
“This will probably hurt,” Yoichi said and in the next moment Izuku felt something trying to rise up from his insides. His mouth opened, but instead of a scream of pain a black gulf of slime emerged from it and engulfed his whole body.
Faintly, he noticed the same happen to Yoichi before he lost consciousness.
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Hisashi was in the kitchen preparing the eggs for himself and Izuku when he noticed the silence. Not in a normal way but a kind which simply couldn’t be found by itself. His hand paused before breaking the next egg and he fully concentrated at the source of it. At first, he could not perceive anything wrong per say, besides the weird invisible blanket covering everything around him. But when he continued deeper and deeper he found the source right in—
The egg in his hand shattered apart as he unnaturally quickly turned towards the direction of Izuku’s room and with a movement of his hands ripped apart the ceiling and walls departing him from the room. And in the next moment he was there, standing in an empty room while the rubble around him was stuck in place.
There was nothing wrong with the room.
There was nothing wrong and Izuku was gone.
His whole body trembled in rage and his hands clenched so hard blood started leaking from his palms. The uneven sound of his heartbeat filled his ears. Izuku’s room started trembling and shaking and fire with smoke started erratically leaving his mouth.
A scream of rage and grief left his mouth before he found strength to stop himself. The house around him exploded to all sides with him as the epicenter, leaving nothing behind. The wind gathered at his feet and as he shot into the air an earthquake was left in his stead. The surrounding houses couldn’t withstand it and soon followed the same fate as his own. A pulse of invisible energy left his body and returned soon after. Another howl erupted from his mouth and a lightning spear materialized in his hand. His hands started gripping it until it started to crack and he threw it toward the sky with all his body.
Far away, the lightning fell apart in a blinding flash which changed night into the day until it was night again. The residue still continued to release small cracks around his trembling fingertips.
He concentrated on another search quirk but flew in another pain stricken rage when he found the string connection missing.
No, not missing.
Without an end. Connecting to something just outside of his reach. So far away that he couldn’t even follow it. There was no direction to tell him where it ended. Only a distant feel of it still existing.
Of Izuku being alive.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It didn’t help much but it cleared his head just enough to notice the quickly gathering heroes and other forces in the distance. When his eyes opened again there was no visible sign of rage or pain to be found. His face soon followed with the same sudden change.
And then he was gone.