The Three Sword Vigilante (Rewrite )

Clouds Can Cry Too

Why would it start raining now, Inko couldn't seem to find her son under the buckets of rain that is dropping on her. Her son is neither left nor right, up nor down. She watches the other street across and still cannot find her only child. She needs to find him before this storm gets worse. Inko shoved all the pedestrians in the way, she would apologize later but her son has to— no will come first before other safety; including her own.

The street seems to be forever expanding with the asphalt pathing over the horizon. The street lamps filled with electricity due to the sun's sabbatical from the sky being replaced with Susanoo's storms. Inko felt she has ran a marathon, surely her Izuku couldn't have run this far, right?

Finally, she saw the end of the street, stopping before a commercial dockyard. Giant metal containers towering over her, Inko doubts that her son is her but it felt as if a foreign element is pushing into the dockyard. Inko tells herself Izuku would go into a dangerous place such as that. A massive crane hovering over the towers of steel containers holding it like a boy playing with blocks. As she stands outside the docks she could smell the salty waters that crash against the walls onto the cement platform. This storm, it was as if some god was playing tricks on her.

Lighting crashes onto the crane transporting its energy to the base before exploding outward. There has to be a god playing a prank on her, forcing her to say such awful words to her little boy. He is a kid, a baby, her baby. But she still stands by her choices, he is quirkless. Maybe she should've tried to help Izuku before giving up on him from the start? A good mother would make a mistake such as hers.

"Izuku!" Inko screams over the thunderous sounds of lightning striking the ocean. She is right, Izuku isn't here. At least this stop was a decent breather before continuing her crusade to find her son and apologize for being a bad mother. She begins to run along the walls of the docks for all of the streets run into the docks as it was a major port bring many jobs to the area.

She couldn't stop, not just yet. Even though her feet pulsate with excruciating pains that stab into the bottom of her feet. Her lungs burn from the friction of air being captured and tossed out in an extreme sequence. If Inko had better crisis management, maybe she could've worn footwear for her chase. It didn't matter now. Different thoughts gush through Inko's mind but don't dwell on them because they didn't help her.

A bolt of lightning struck further into the city, shutting power to lights and anything that took electricity almost immediately. She looked at the water, watching dozens of clouds clumping together, twirling clockwise, blowing more extreme winds and harsher rain. A typhoon. A massive one by the looks of it. Inko needs to search faster, Izuku definitely will get hurt. Yep building behind her exploded by a lightning bolt that flew from the typhoon. Around the docks, yellow emergency lights screamed their storm alarms.

Screaming thunder became apparent as well as random bursts of gale winds lobbing trash and other objects around. The ocean gust launches water over the cement docks with each throw holding more and more water. The storm warnings cry as loud as the occurring thunder. Rocks and trash float along the widespread puffs that Inko tries to dodge before falling onto the street covering her dress in wet black smudges and mud as well as an unfamiliar smell. Her leg earned a throbbing pain, but ignored it and kept moving, the street was dangerous. Every step had the chance of knocking Inko to her knees once more yet she insisted on a neverending search for a boy who doesn't want to see her. If it was any other day, maybe Inno would have stopped but inside this storm, Izuku could be scared, or worse, hurt. No matter how much Izuku dislikes her, Inko will be there to consul the lost boy.

She fell again, scraping her hand this time. Tiny drops of her blood mixed with the rushing water, Inko barely felt it. Maybe it was the adrenaline. Inko picks herself up before falling back down once she shifted her weight to her feet. She glanced at the bottom, strips of her were peeled off. Inko looked behind gawking at the bloody tracks of her feet. How long has she been running barefoot? An hour, at the most two hours. Izuku couldn't have run that far, certainly not to the edge of the coast. He's just a boy. If there is a typhoon, there should be a hero, she thought. She was tired, but Inko couldn't afford to rest. She had two options: find a hero or find Izuku by herself while injured. Both options seem exhausting. As Inko pulled herself up, teething her pain, and continue to search and find a hero along the way if there was one.

Inko wanted to scream at every step, but that would only slow her down and Izuku had to be close; she can feel him. As inko searched within the freezing rain, she felt warm. Izuku is near. All pain was dispelled from her body and ran toward her son.

"Mommy! Behind you!"

Time stopped. Her heart beat drummed at a mile per minute. A bolt of lightning slowly speared across the gray sky next to halted water. Izuku stood in front of her, at least a few feet. Inko reached as far as her arm could be extended. Her boy was right there, she can apologize for this harsh thing Inko had said, she didn't mean it, she didn't want to lose her son. Those dreams never end well, either he will die or become crippled. The storm sirens rang a deeper alarm. Inko could see brighter, yet she didn't hold any light. That smell was there once again, diesel, heavy vehicles often drive down the road carrying those massive steel containers. The driver only noticed Inko, when she became a bug onto his window. And like a ball, Inko was flung upwards before gravity took control again, smashing into the asphalt. Izuku cried out for his mother. She bounced to the other side of the street, leaving a trail of bleed.

Thunder no longer cried, except for the clouds and Izuku. He stood still watching his mother's lifeless body bent in angles different than his. Inko's face kept her happy charm with tears falling under her eyes. The truck swerved out of control and smashed into the walls of the ports. Izuku. Wiped his eyes, then again, to see if he was imagining the accident, but Inko never moved. She was dead.

Izuku didn't know if his tears were the rain or they were his, he jumped to his feet and ran towards Inko's corpse and hugged her as tightly as he could. Scarlet water stained his clothes, Izuku brought his lips to her forehead and gave his mother one final kiss before calling for help. The alarms drowned his cry, heroes never arrived. He swallowed, "You see my mother! And don't let anyone say that, not even me! You took care of me, feed and, loved me, warmed me! You were there when no one else was..."

Light broke through the blockade of gray, sorrowful clouds, and wrapped them together in nostalgic warm once last time. He could hear his mother's voice echo inside, telling him of her love and regrets. She was a brave woman, not like Izuku.

Again his young voice wailed for someone's help, anyone. He could watch adults stare at them from the comfort of their homes. They felt nothing but pity, yet never called any authorities because someone else will. Those thoughts ran through all witnesses, "Someone will call for help,"

Several hours later authorities arrive to investigate a silent alarm at the port, they didn't expect to find a mangled corpse sitting on the side of the street, alone.

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How do you like that, I mean it's a downer, just a little. Some parts felt rushed to me but I think it's good and could use some more work.

Changed that dumb description to something more fitting than the old cringe one.