Dark Time - MHA Fanfic

Wishes

tick... tock... tick... tock... tick... tock

The sounds of a clock could be heard in an endless void, where no stars or planets could be seen. Just an endless, blinding darkness with the sounds of the deafening clock being heard in the background. However, in the darkness, floats a small ball that looks like fire, it radiates a cyan and blue light that pulses with the ticking of the clock as the surrounding darkness can be witnessed trying to "consume" the ball of fire. This is, of course, a soul, but not just any soul, but the soul of our MC, who we can see is panicking.

"GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!!! HOW MUCH LONGER WILL I BE IN HERE FOR FUCK'S SAKE??? IT'S BEEN LIKE 3 MONTHS?" he begins to grumble "That clock is starting to drive me insane, I don't even know where it's coming from, but it's the only reason that I know how much time has passed..."

cough Yes, this vulgar mouthed person inside the ball of fire is out MC, and while to him it's been seemingly 3 months, in reality millennia have already passed, and humans have ushered in a new age of space exploration of distant galaxies and have already set up trade routes with other sentient races. DONG! DONG! DONG! All of a sudden, the clock has stopped ticking, and instead starts to go off like a church announcing a new hour.

The surroundings change from blinding darkness, to a palely lit office area, as the small soul takes on a more humanoid shape, showing us the visage of a young man around the age of 23. He has pitch black hair that is tied in a short ponytail, reminiscent of the void he just came out of and his eyes radiate the same color as his soul, a bluish cyan that gives off the impression of ice, but embodies warmth for those who stare in them for long. He may have taken on a more humanoid shape, however he is still transparent.

???: "Good you've arrived! I was getting worried there for a second, your soul just went 'poof' from the reincarnation cycle and we had to send out all the minor angels of fate and destiny to try and drag you back. Even the void gods pitched in!"

A teenager who looks around 19 says from behind the desk, he has purple hair that falls to his shoulders, and his eyes are a deep black, like an endless pit that stares through the soul.

(My hair is currently purple, and my eyes are actually really dark, my family often times calls them a "void" or a "pit" because of how dark they are)

"Huh?" He looks up in shock, "Who are you?"

???: "Oh sorry! My name is long forgotten by the souls who've passed through, most of the dramatic ones call me the 'Fate Weaver', you can just call me 'The Author'. My job is to write the stories of prominent souls, or special cases like you, in their next life!"

"Special... case? Me? What makes me so special?"

Author: "Well, lots of things, most obvious being that we found you in the 'Forgotten Void' where ideas and concepts die out and are destroyed. But even if that didn't happen, you'd still be here due to being a 'Prominent Soul'. Before you ask anymore questions, lets get on with the paperwork so I can send you off to your next life, with some compensation for you of course, terribly sorry you spent so long in there."

"Yes, of course."

Author: "Alright then, just tell me if anything is wrong, usually I have the angels handle to paperwork for when people are still alive.

Your name is Ryuji, you have no last name as your mother died in childbirth and your father was never found, neither of them were known to anyone and all family connections were either hidden or destroyed so you were sent to the orphanage to be taken care of. At the age of 5 the older kids had created a group of 10 kids, 10-12 years of age and ganged up on you out of jealousy for your 'special treatment' by the most popular caretaker. You broke the leaders arm and knocked out the rest with multiple fractures, you yourself only receiving minor bruises. You were then placed under heavy restrictions by the Maiden of the orphanage until you were 15 where you were subsequently kicked out. You spent a month on the street before landing a job at a corner store where you worked full time, eventually saving up enough money for some books to self study as well as made a computer that you salvaged and rebuilt from computer shops for cheap. By the age of 18 you had created an algorithm that could not only recognize but also destroy any hostile malware. You sold it for an astounding $5.7 million or 628,561,800 yen, from there you bought a small house where you worked on multiple ideas and selling them for more money. You never married but did have a fiancé up until 3 months before your death when you found her fucking your neighbor in your bed. You kicked them out and ended up locking yourself in your house and worked yourself to death.