Cloaked King

Chapter 1

          An ash blond middle schooler stared at his phone. People were talking about Bell the vigilante again. He had been around for a year now and there was still no trace the police could pick up on. They were no closer to catching them than the year before. The media had blown up when they figured there was a new vigilante, criticizing him and praising him both. They had more popularity than some of the top heroes. He shut off his phone with a snarl. Heroes and villains only reminded him of Izuku. The green haired boy would mutter and theorize about them for hours. A deep, overwhelming, aching sadness took over the red eyed boy. Izuku was dead. He would never be able to hear him or see him again. They would have gone to the same schools, get into U.A. together, and become the best heroes. Then Izuku was declared quirkless. Katsuki Bakugou was ashamed when he looked back at those times. He had hurt his best friend. Just because he was quirkless. Now that he thinks about it, it should not have made a difference. There were plenty of people with quirks that were useless. Izuku was already smarter than most of them. He opened the front door with a slam. "Old hag! I'm home!" Before his mother could yell at him, he raced up the stairs to his room. Time to get started on his homework.

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Katsuki was angry. It was his default emotion. Except this time, it was because somebody was banging something outside. It was mostly a mask at this point. Better to be angry then to show his sadness. His mom was out getting groceries and his dad was still at work. The noise got louder. He slammed his pencil down and decided to go outside to make whoever was making that noise shut up. He slipped on his shoes and then cursed when he realized exactly how cold it was. He should have brought a sweater. He walked to the mouth of the alley and peered inside, not able to see anything but a vague shape moving before another 'bang' rang out. He flinched before walking closer. "Hello?" The only response was a groan. That's when he realized the person was a kid. They were slumped against the dumpster, hoodie covering their head, then they tried to get up and the lid of the dumpster banged when they fell down. So that was the noise. He crouched down next to them. "Hey, take it easy. Are you hurt?" The other person glanced up at him with dazed green eyes. Familiar green eyes he could never forget. Last time he had seen those eyes was hours before their owner had died. Katsuki froze as the newly dubbed boy spoke slurred words. "Angered someone. Ganged up on me, got stabbed. Sorry for disturbing you." The voice was only a confirmation. The same soft spoken voice paired with the green eyes that haunted his memories. But he was supposed to be dead. There was no way he was alive. The fire killed him. Katsuki's thoughts raced as his mouth opened against his will. "I-Izuku?" The boys head dropped as a smile graced his face. His voice was slurred when he replied. "Kacchan"

Ruby eyes widened. "Shit."

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Katsuki had raced inside with his supposed to be dead childhood friend in his arms when he realized how cold it was and the fact that he was in no condition to get up. His parents were gone so that was perfect but eventually his mom would come back. He had just enough time to get Izuku into his bathroom and figure things out from there. Hopefully his mom wouldn't ask questions if he was in there for a long time. She probably wouldn't even notice. He gave a wince as his childhood friend's feet hit the door frame with a thunk. At least it wasn't his head. He glanced towards his face that was tilted back. He was unconscious but his eyelashes were fluttering. He paled. He hadn't even thought he might have a concussion. He might not even be able to heal him. If he had a punctured lung or something just as bad, he would have to bring him to the hospital. He had plenty of experience with injuries but not major ones. He dragged his feet up the stairs and shouldered the bathroom door open. They lived in a big house. They so happened to have a fairly large bathroom with a bath and a separate shower. Plenty of room for two teenagers. He set Izuku down next to the bathtub, his head leaning against the wall. He gently wrestled the black jacket he was wearing off. It was long like a trench coat but it had a hood. He finally got the sleeves off and he dropped it on the floor. He froze, his fingers were red and wet. Panicked, he picked the jaket back up. He hadn't seen Izuku bleeding. He said he had been stabbed but there had been no blood. Not until now. He was so stupid for overlooking that comment. He carefully looked over the jacket. Best way to find the stab wound without moving him. He turned the coat inside out and he froze again. That was impossible. No one ever copied that mark. The police and villains would be after anyone who carried that symbol on the off chance it belonged to the person they were looking for. People were killed by villains looking for revenge and arrested by police who thought they might be a connection to the case. He raked his eyes over the upside down crown painted silver and dripping with magenta. The symbol of Bell the vigilante. The number one vigilante in japan and maybe the world. Otherwise known as the King of the Underworld.

Why on earth did his supposed to be dead friend have the symbol of the most wanted person in Japan?

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Another chapter! Most of the chapters in this book are going to be a thousand words. Anyway, I haven't updated in a while but I got covid which was bad. I lost my sense of smell and taste. I got soap in my mouth in the shower and only noticed cause it was bubbly. Its weird tasting heat and could instead of flavors but it is a new experience.

I am working on new chapters for my other books, and don't worry. By the time I finish with them, they are going to be as long as hell. Very long stories. Maybe not The Forest Knows Me. I might keep that as a story idea but never finish it. I don't know. I have a full binder full of handwritten story ideas but I don't have time to do them all. Anyways, thank you for the continued support to anyone who reads this and my other stories and everybody please stay safe! 

~ S3iron