Ties

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A person who summons a ghost can choose one of two ways to do so.

There's the safer option;
Summoning the spirit under good circumstances, one way to make it safe would be cleansing the room you're doing it in while purifying the area. An extra would be a protection spell on the side.

Then there's the reckless option;
Calling the spirit by force, almost shackling the ghost to themselves. This summoning does not protect the summoner, this allows the spirit to be able to harm the summoner - it is extremely dangerous.

Now... Nezu is a smart being. He had one of the highest IQ's in the fucking world after all.

Nezu was safe while summoning Izuku. For his knowledge on the supernatural was rather supreme, Nezu knew Midoriya's spirit had very bad intentions.

In fact, the rodent principle had encountered beings like Izuku before - except none have ever been as powerful nor were they that violent.

So he was extra careful, Nezu's went so far as to place a binding spell on the ghost...

"Let's try this one out hm? Does it suit your taste" izuku mocked, holding up pliers dangerously close to Nezu's twitching ears; his face contorted with an unknown darkness.

Izuku expected Nezu be trembling with fear, begging for his life and whatnot. But that was hardly the case, Nezu showed no emotion - his beady black eyes covered any sort of thought or reaction.

The ghost was conflicted "did I break you or something?" He giggled, lowering the pliers on his right ear.

In an instant, Nezu raised his paw and made a hand sign which he simplified to use for himself; accompanied with a type of warding chant. A sudden gust of unknown force entered the ghost's body, making him slam his back against the cement wall.

Izuku didn't feel pain, but for some reason he felt something chaining him down, as if invisible chuckles had restrained his limbs.

"My my! It works I was actually starting to get worried"

Meanwhile in the most secure prison in Japan... Tartarus.

"Let me see him goddamit!" An angry Inko screamed, her eyebrows knitted with frustration as she held the guard's collar.

Inko had changed rather drastically after her meeting with her dead son. She stopped eating (don't do that) and started training to get her mind off what had happened.

As a result Inko lost a lot of weight and gained muscle, you could even say she looked even better than before she had Izuku. The woman had cut her hair in a short Bob which only complimented her new look even more.

"H-hold on miss! You have to have a permit to visit him!" The guard panicked as Inko's grip grew tighter on his collar, now lifting him slightly off the floor.

"If you don-"

"Hold on hold on! What's the problem here?" A sudden guard intercepted their rambling, he was obviously of higher authority than the other.

"T-this lady is demanding to see All Might! But we can't simply let her in!" He shouted a little frightened to be honest, Inko huffed and let him go, making the guard stumble and fit his uniform with a relieved sigh.

"I need to speak with him. Please" she was not looking at the other guard. He took out a sort of devise and started typing something "what's your name ma'm?"

Inko crossed her arms while glaring at the two "Inko Midoriya."

That's when it clicked for the guard "mother of Izuku Midoriya? The kid that went missing?"

The lady narrowed her eyes "he never went missing bastard. He's dead, and I need answers from all might... and you're going to let me in" Inko used her quirk to push the guard towards her, his body growing green as they were face to face.

"I'll have to file you in the system. It'll take a while, do you want to wait?" The man could sympathise with her. He had a daughter around the age of 16 when she committed suicide, he knew the pain of loosing a child all too well.

"Yes! I'll wait thank you so much!"


Now back at UA... a certain someone was panicking.

Izuku had managed to escape, just before Nezu could harm him anymore with the connection spells he casted.

"A-Aizawa I need you!" Izuku yelled, floating to the teacher at speed while he was alone in the teacher's lounge, enjoying a peaceful moment to himself. His transparent face was distraught, completely black eyes alert with worry.

The teacher groaned and took a swig of his coffee "I've just finished blackmailing Tamaki for you. What else do you need?" Aizawa groaned, rolling his eyes with annoyance.

Izuku snorted "geez who pissed in your cereal? Anyways I need a favour" his whole personality seemed to change for some reason. Aizawa just sighed at the silly come back, after all Izuku was a child still... a dead one but still a child.

"What do you need me to do Midoriya?" Aizawa finally gave in. The ghost beamed and wrapped his weightless arm around the teacher's shoulder "I need you to kill someone. Can you do it?"

Aizawa was a little bit stunned. He had to admit... deep in his mind Shota imagined it. How it would be to kill a person, watching their ought fade away like a dying candle - the visual of blood and the resentment that came with death.

Lord how he yearend to try it at least once...

Aizawa got excited just thinking about it.

But on the downside he was afraid. Shota was a hero for gods sake, he should be saving people; not killing them. What if he got caught by the police? His whole life would be ruined... but then again maybe he could trust Izuku to help him out of any potential stickey situations?

'Not a bad idea...'

"Who is it?..." Shota asked with an eyebrow raise, secretly his excitement was rising; heart rate increasing in the silent room.

"The rat. He knows about us. He knows about me and I can't kill him because of some witchy voodoo shit! You have to be the one to kill him"

Aizawa froze hearing it was Nezu that needed to be killed, and he knew about his connection with izuku. If he told someone else things would get bad...

"When should I do it?" Aizawa relied simply, complying to the request without much conflict.

Izuku smiled widely and hopped into the air "yahoo! Let's go now! We can invite Amijiki aswell~"

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