Green Kitsune (mha)

chapter 1

Sorry, the picture has nothing to do with the story. But it looked so cuuuutee!!!!!

Izuku POV    

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I felt a immense pain as my 'father' used his quirk, fire breath, on me. All I could do was keep myself as close to the wall of the basement as I could, trying to hold in my screams. But as Hisashi made the flames even hotter, I couldn't help but scream. 

I screamed until I felt like I was gonna lose my voice, and when my father stopped the flames, I crept to the most far away corner of the big room, sighing in relief when I felt the cold stone press against my burnwounds.

 As I was busy with checking my back on 2nd degree burns, I didn't hear Hisashi coming until the moment a slap! was heard, and I felt my face burn where he had hit me.

He dragged me to an old, little box in the opposite side of the chamber, and gestures for me to get in. Wordlessly I get in, only to be met with thick and utter darkness. 

This wasn't the first time I had to get in the coffin, as I called it in my mind. But it certainly was the first time I felt him lift the box up, and a few moment later, I felt him tying the coffin with something; ropes I guess. Then he let the box hang, and before I knew it, I was hanging upside down from the ceiling, in the coffin. I was terrified.

The last thing I heard him say before he walked up the stairs was: ''And keep quiet, you brat! I have visitors coming over.''

My best guess is that it lasted 3 to 4 hours, and I was beginning to feel numb. I really didn't like the coffin, or any dark room at all, and in the beginning I would always have to muffle my scared sobbs, so that I didn't disturb my father. 

The punishment would be much more than just some 2nd degree burns, I knew that all too well. 

For the past few years, the numbness that takes over when I'm supposed to feel scared or in pain, or when I'm supposed to feel anything at all, is coming quicker and quicker. I like it, when I'm numb I can't feel any pain. It's as if there's a thick wall that blocks out all of the feelings. And although that meant I didn't feel happyness as well, I didn't mind all too much. After al, what was there left for me to be happy about?

-----------------------------------time skip of 2 years; Izuku is now 8-----------------------------------   

The abuse hadn't gone away. If anything, it only became worse. And it also didn't help that Kachan, my childhood bestfriend, beat me up everyday after school. 

The teachers didn't seem to care, and of course my stupid father didn't either. Actually, the reason that he still bullied me was because of my father. After I manifested my quirk, he put some sort of quirk surpressing drug in my system, and now everyone still thinks he doesn't have a quirk.

''Lucy! No! Watch out!''

I was on my way home after a particularly extreem session of beatings that I heard the shout.

 I was numb, wich seemed to happen non-stop by now. But when I heard the despration of that voice, I looked back. Worry in my eyes. 

Guess the only feelings I didn't lose were my caringness towards others. I looked back to see a little girl running while laughing to a man behind her.  That's the father I guess. 

I see that she isn't looking where she's headed to, and is about to run straight into a villain, when she sees the tension and worry in her father's voice and eyes. An confused expression was still forming on her face when the villain noticed her and gets ready to attack her. 

I don't know when I came into action, all I know is that suddenly I rushed forward to the little girl. 'What do I do now?' Then I remember page 27 in notebook 3. 

When you don't know your opponent, it's almost always safe to go for the vitals. The eyes mostly are the most important part of the oriëntation, so without it most let go of the hostage. 

It was something All Might said in one of his interviews. I reached down for some sand, and throwed it right at the villains face. At the same time, I grabbed the girl, and sprint back to her father, who I see standing with phone in the hand, probably warning the police.

I gave the girl back to her father, who looked me relieved in the eyes, before he went back to the conversation with the police about where they were. 

I turned around to see the villain looking angrily at me. Than suddenly, without any warning signs, he jumps in the air, ready to kick me. 

I dodge, my reflexes surprising good after years of trying to dodge my father's attacks. But I didn't see the next blow coming. 

As I get beaten to the ground, not because of the pain I don't feel, but because he hit me on the back of my head, near my tempels, wich causes me to black out, the last thing I see, is a worried little girl bending over me, as if trying to see if I'm okay.

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I open my eyes, only to close them up again immediately due to the blinding light. I open them again, and this time the light isn't so hard on my eyes anymore. 

I was still taking in the fact that I was apparently in a hospital, when a nurse comes walking in with a full meal in her hands. 

She sat down, and began talking: ''O, you're awake! That's good to see! You're all over the news! The boy who rescued a little girl from a dangerous villain! You're gonna make a good hero one day, kid! O, and you're father is here too. He said he wanted to take you home as soon as possible, so ones I'm done checking up on you, you're ready to go. Sound good?''

I feel a little drup of fear by the mention of my father, before my numbness closes in. ''Yeah, thanks for the care.'' ''No problem!'' It's the last I hear as my father comes in and takes me with him in the car. 

We're already halfway out of the parking lot as the nurse runs out of the hospital: ''Hey! Wait up! I didn't do the last check-ups yet!'' My father just ignores her and continues driving home.

When we arrived home, my father turns towards me. His behavior oddly calm and composed.

 I saw right through it. If he looked so calm, that only meant that he was angry. No, he was livid. And even with the numbness, it scared the living hell out of me. So you can imagine that it was a huge weight of my chest when all Hisashi said was a angry: 

''Get the hell out of this house. In 1 hour, you aren't a Midoriya anymore. I'm gonna sign the papers to disown you. So get the hell out of my sight before I roast you alive. Understand?! Go find a place to life on your own.''

Later that night, I slipped in my old room, and got some of the stuff I thought I might need, like a blanket, my yellow backpack,  a flashlight, and my hero notebooks. After that, I sneaked through the hallway, down the stairs, and packed some food, a water bottle, picked up my coat, and then I took my leave.

As I walked away from the place I once called home, I gave it one last glance over my shoulder, and swore to never come back to that hellhole.

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Okay, so I just realised that in the real manga, the Midoriya's live in a flat. Let's just help my sanity out a little and pretend they live in a little house, a bit apart from the rest of the houses, with a basement, alright? Other than that, I'm actually very proud of my first chapter! It came out almost just the way I wanted it to. But then again I have the habit to just go with the flow while I'm writing, so It doesn't really matter.

Word count:  1428 words  

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