Not Gone. (Ghost Deku AU)

Ch2pter Twenty Ei8ht

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The now large group was now staring down a villain who they can already identify as Dabi. The groups guard raises like a mountain. One wrong move and they are dead. The large group steadily form a wall in front of Bakugo, the target of villain's plan. 

"You know they don't deserve you. Your wrath. Your pain. You could avenge it all, just simply by following me."

"I AIN'T COMING WITH YOU." Bakugo shouts, anger clouding his thoughts.

"Bakugo isn't going anywhere. We won't give him to you." Tokoyami speaks up proudly in defense of his friend.

"Oh. I don't think you quite understand. This isn't a giving situation. This time," Dabi coldly shouts. Chills run down the group's spines. Suddenly huge gusts of wind blow wildly from side to side, surrounding the young heroes. "We are taking." Dabi finishes his statement. Shinsou tries to think of something to say that could get him under his grasp, but is quickly interrupted by his nervousness, this wasn't anything like his last fight, the difference in their abilities was terrifyingly large to the still young boy.  

 The terrifying black void from the last training camp emerges along side a strange new man wearing a top hat from behind them. Knowing the tendencies of the villains, the group knew this new villain couldn't be a good sign. Nevertheless, the group geared up to fight, even if they were at a disadvantage, it was seven against three, they still had a chance, or so they thought.

The violent wind still thrashed, leaves and twigs flying rapidly left and right. "KACCHAN RUN!" the voice from the small box in Bakugo's pocket cries out. But before they could react, Bakugo was gone. The slight incline in the area sent a small round object rolling toward the villains. Izuku's wind pushed back on the small object, trying to push it up hill. He knew in that tiny marble is someone huge to him. Izuku felt a rush. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. A feeling of desperation, shear will sustaining him as he pushes the tiny marble back toward the group of hero trainees, but, without communication, the others had no idea what Izuku's plan was, or where Bakugo was. They were in a state of confusion. Enviably, succumb to gravity, quirk exhaustion, and adrenaline that was dying out with no hope of a savior, the small marble rolled straight into the hands of the villains.

"Thanks for this!" the masked villain says excitedly as he disappears through the black mist. The group quickly changed directions, looking back to where the black haired villain once stood, only to see nothing. The wind that be protecting them wildly had died moments ago, and the group of Shinsou, Shoji, Koda, Todoroki, and Tokoyami stood still. Barely grasping what just happened. Still processing that they had just let their friend be taken without even a chance to fight back.

"This world is unfair." Tokoyami whispered. To him, Bakugo was right there, just seconds ago. They were confident. And just like that, they let him down.

"No point being let down now, we have to get him back." Todoroki replied, knowing he felt the same as the unspoken words of the others. "We have to go talk to Mr. Aizawa." 

While the group slowly walk to make it back through the forest. Eventually, they make it to their teacher, as well as the rest of the class that was with him. Walking somberly forward. 

The group had walked in silence, reflecting on their actions. Thinking of so many things they could have done, they could have tried harder, fought with all their might. But they didn't. They were scared, paralyzed in fear. 'We are just kids, why did it have to be us.' thoughts were flowing a dance of sadness in their minds. 

Aizawa looked at them and knew. No words needed to be communicated. "It's okay." He says calmly. "It's not what you were ready for. I'm sorry I couldn't be there." Aizawa himself felt guilt. This was his student. He had a responsibility. He promised he would keep them safe, and he couldn't even do that. But he knew it was to early to be harsh on himself and give up now. He had a new responsibility to get Bakugo back unharmed. He noticed small tears forming in the eyes of his students. He knew they tried so hard. 

"I want you all to go back to the camp, go inside and don't leave the room. Everyone in the same room, don't split up. You are a class for a reason." Aizawa tries to provide comfort, but only nods were given. They had nothing left. They were exhausted. He could only think of few comforting words, "It's not your fault. We will get him back no matter what, so don't worry." The group slowly walked back, sadness waving over them like a tsunami. 

However, the battle wasn't over yet. Aizawa made his way quickly to the last known battle site of the Pussycats.

A/n; ok so, I'm really sorry this was so short, I really only want to give you all the best writing I can, and to do so I need to re-read some of my notes for the third time and try to get you guys the good stuff. I really hope you enjoyed this chapter and I hope my writing didn't downgrade too much in quality during my hiatus. I love you all so much and  thank you for all your lovely comments, I read as many as possible. Thank you for all your support. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank you for making me feel comfortable to return without guilt. -Miss Fall.

*Please call me out on errors this was made decently fast.