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Prologue

It was raining hard as a five year old Izuku Midoriya stood in front of a new gravestone.  Only a few people came to the funeral and half that many left right after it without saying a word.

'Here lies Inko Midoriya.  Beloved mother and friend who will forever remain in our hearts.' The gravestone read.

That last part was a lie.  Someone can't live in your heart if it's broken to bits.  Izuku knew that well as a steady river of tears flowed down his face.

A younge woman knelt down and hugged Izuku from behind.  She had short white hair, and strong arms squeezing him.  Behind her were two young men around her age.  The first one was a African American man with dreadlocks pulled back into a ponytail, he starred at the seance before him with uncomfortable familiarity.  The second person was a white man with orange tips to his brown hair, he wanted so desperately to look away but couldn't.

Izuku turned around and look at the woman hugging him in the eye.  She said nothing but this made the little boy cry even harder.

He stuffed his face into the woman's shoulder and sobbed.

The man with the orange tips put a hand on the woman's shoulder and she stood up, now carrying the crying child.

No one said anything as they listen to Izuku's sobs and the rain pouring down on them.  They all knew what he was going through, everything he had experienced in his life so far.  Eventually Izuku would have to talk about it to move on but right now was to early.  The wounds of the incident was still to new and at such a young age.

The other man put a hand on the child's unruly, wet hair.  The child cried more shifting his view to look at the man with one eye.

"You're not alone."

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"Master" a very young Tomura Shigaraki said standing in a dark room.  Tomura watched as the man he addressed looked at all the different mortars he had in front of him.  He had his back to Tomura as he listen to him speak.

"Yes?"

"The mission failed.  The woman you sent us after had a quirk, making her unsuitable for the ability you are looking for."

"What did you do to her."

Tomura smiled to himself.  He was a child but yet he was able to escape and kill multiple heroes at the age of 11.  Yes, eleven but with the help of Kurogiri he was able to do his job perfectly.

"She was eliminated."

"What a shame.  I guess my theory will die with her."

"I don't believe so."

"What makes you say that?"

"Their was a child there that called her 'mommy', after some digging I found that he was her son.   And heres the kicker, a year ago he was deemed quirk-less."

Even though Tomura couldn't see his master he could feel the man's smile.  It made the air thin, and stiff.  He then turned around in his chair to look at Tomura.  As he swiveled, it revealed a tall man with a black suit and mask.

In all honesty Tomura didn't know if his master was shocked or excited.  His face was hidden from view so the only thing showing his emotions was his body language.  The man had leaded forward in his chair and put his elbows on his knees.

"Then there is a possibility that he has what were looking for."

"How can you be so sure?  It's so rare that it can be seen as near extinction."

"It works much like our quirks." The man leaded back into his chair, "The mutation had happen in only a few people so long ago and it is now only seen in a small number of the original families if in the right conditions."

"So it's something past down by family."

"Somewhat, yes.  The thing is, these conditions are getting harder and harder to reach in each generation.  And not to mention the chances of it occurring, relaying on the fact if the family reproduces."

"Of course, do you want me to dig more into the boy's heritage."

"No, there is no need for that.  You are dismissed to train with Kurogiri."

Tomura nodded and left the room.

The man left alone with himself laughed under his breath.  He remembered his younger brother and his quirk-less self.  It was now generations ago when he had found out that his pathetic brother did have a power of his own.  A ability that had mutated in his parents, or grandparents that was past on to him.

It had taken the older brother decades to learn more about the ability since only a hand full knew about it.  It was funny how the public was unaware that some of the people they looked down on were the strongest people in existence.

Hey, its the author.

I hope you guys enjoyed the prologue since its the first one I have ever written.  So please tell me how you think.