From Vinegar to wine

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(Hello um author here this is my first story that Ive done on this site so feel free to say your thoughts/suggestions and point out any grammar errors you see. first and second chapter will be a little bit on the short side but ill try to extend future chapters.)

This video was leaked on the Internet 3 hours into Villain Incident #50067, code named Black Orchid. Black Orchid was a country-wide incident where 30% of the country experienced wide scale blackouts, supervillain prisons experienced mass breakouts, hundreds of H.P.S.C agents and pro heroes were simultaneously assassinated, and dozens of H.P.S.C and hero association buildings were burned to the ground.

The attack was initially believed to be orchestrated by 20 to 30 supervillains. The only villain to be identified so far is ex-hero Minoru Mineta, also known as Moonseed. Moonseed hijacked a news building to challenge the Heroes of the 2088 UA class 1-A. The video was leaked five minutes after Moonseed is believed to have died while in combat with Izuku Midoriya, hero name Deku. The video contains links to files containing approximately 176 gigabytes of classified H.P.S.C data, a video recording of Moonseed's crimes, and a collection of written and audio logs of Moonseed and conversations between him and individuals including - but not limited to - villains, doctors, therapists, hostages and reporters.

Video Number: 001

Title: Introduction

Video length: 4 minutes 23 seconds

video Date: 8/23/2101

Location: unknown

Moonseed current age: 27

-playing video now-

The video starts with an armchair facing the camera. The armchair is pushed back against a brick wall, and a fedora sits on its cushion. A fireplace can be heard crackling from the background and seems to be the main source of light for the room. Ten seconds later, Mineta Minoru walks into the room shirtless and takes a seat on the chair. He spreads his arm to show his frame to the camera and display a myriad of scars across his chest and arm.

"I weighed 170 pounds when I was incarcerated at the Pit nine months ago, I now weigh 120 pounds on a good day, and I'm now right handed," he explained. His left side is missing its arm up to the shoulder. The wound looks recent, and is tied with bloody bandages. "It has been 3 days since my escape from execution," he continues, putting on an oversized shirt and placing the fedora on top of his head. The black material covers up the iconic orbs growing from his head.

"Before I go on, let me recap so you understand how I feel right now. Today is August 23. It is 5:30 in the morning. For almost a year, I've been in a hell they called a prison where all the other prisoners know I was an ex-hero. The guards would happily watch me bleed out while getting stabbed." He raises a finger. "When I defended myself and killed one of my attackers, I was sentenced to death." Another finger rises.

"When I escaped death row, a hero - no, someone who I believed to be a friend - decided to do this to me." He points with two fingers to where his left arm would have been. "And all of this was because I was framed for a crime." He rubs his face, sighing and shaking his head. "Alright, now that that's been explained, I think whoever is watching this video can plainly tell that I'm upset. No, wait, I'm way past upset. Upset was melting off my shoulder in a spurt of acid. I'm fucking infuriated!"

Mineta rises to his feet, moving in and out of frame as he paces the room. "I'm hiding out in someone's house as all of Japan is getting ready to lynch me because someone spreads lies about me to cover up a secret that got my best friend killed. They buried him, and now they are burying me, and there isn't much I can do about it." He stops with his back to the camera.

"Sorry, I started to ramble a bit, let me get to the point.... I'm a dead man sooner or later. A hero is gonna catch me and drag me kicking and screaming back to the noose, or they'll decide to kill me right there." He turns to the camera. "I'm a dead man walking unless I can prove I'm innocent."

Mineta walks forward, grabbing the camera and tilting it up so his face takes up the whole screen. "To those who did this to me, to Denki, and whoever else, I want you to know that I will find you and take great pleasure ripping you apart. And to anyone else who tries to get in my way for any reason, I'm sorry for what you're gonna force me to do." He walks back to the chair and sits down, setting the camera on his knee and looking down on it. "This will be my biography. Whether I succeed or not, I rather there be a record of my attempt so my story will be heard. Until then, this is Mineta Minoru signing off."

-Video End-

I have been surprised by a lot of things. I've also been pissed off about many more things. I don't think I've been more surprised and upset than when I opened my eyes and realized that I was alive.

"Damn it," I groaned, stumbling to my feet and tasting blood in my mouth. "Izuku, if you saved me after all that, I'm gonna be fucking pisse—" The words died in my mouth as I looked around. It was a place I thought I'd never see again—my room. My old room, my haven't-seen-in-nearly-20-years-and-burnt-to-the-ground room.

"Okay," I said, spitting blood out of my mouth as I looked around. Green bed and blankets, posters all over the walls of female heroes, and a large book collection of manga and hentai.

I blinked as I surveyed a room that I hadn't seen in years. "Damn illusion quirks," I complained as my eye trailed over the posters of attractive female heroes that plastered my room. It was the only way to explain how I was suddenly in my old room. Now the bigger question was who has such an illusion quirk, and how could they have hit me with it? The only hero I could think of was Camie Utsushimi, but her illusion controls sight and hearing. I walked over to my desk and picked up a Mt. Lady figurine and rubbed it with my finger.

"Feels real enough," I marveled as my fingers recognized the cheap plastic. I grabbed a Midnight figurine with my other arm. "Whoever did this made one hell of an illusi-"

My mind ground to a halt as a thought occurred to me. I could feel with both hands, which should be impossible since one was a prosthetic. Looking down, I gave my hands a once over. Midnight was in my left hand, warm flesh trailing across it instead of metal. I stared at my left hand for a couple seconds, trying to come to terms with it.

The next and possible more terrifying thought that came to mind was that both my arms looked smaller than they should be. Looking myself up and down, I let out a little shriek as I noticed that I was smaller than I should be. All of me was. "Alright, so this is a nightmare," I concluded, expecting the room to blow apart or for my mom to run in with a knife. The thought was more comforting than the idea that was currently working over in my mind.

Alright, calm down. I just needed to prove it. What couldn't you do in your dreams? Speak, read, and see yourself in the mirror. Well, I've spoken out loud a couple times now, and a quick look at the foot of one of the figurines confirmed I could read.

Opening my door, I sprinted to the bathroom, grabbing the nob with my left hand and feeling a mix of emotions as I felt the smooth, cold metal. I yanked open the door and turned on the light.

I turned to the mirror and stared at myself. My hands trailed over a face I haven't seen in years. Beside a bleeding gash on my forehead, it was the same. Same thin eyebrows, same stupid nose, and same pitch black eyes that didn't know a damn thing about the world. Yep, this was the face I wore when I was at UA. Three words slipped from my mouth that perfectly demonstrated my feeling on this matter:

"What. The. Fuck!?