Not everyone can be like Izuku midoriya. Not everyone can take the daily beatings, berating. Not everyone has Izuku Midoriya's will power. Not everyone has Izuku Midoriya's determination. Not everyone has the determination to move forward when All i...
"Shhhhh honey. Everything will be fine. Just be quiet." A woman responded, clenching a golden cross in one hand, raising a shining object into the air with the other.
The shining object came down quickly, before a loud boom is heard, along with screaming.
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A white haired kid is sitting in a chair that's in a line of chairs on a wall, as other kids are seen running around Infront of him. His eyes blank, staring at the floor. Eventually, someone comes over, an adult judging by the size. They began talking, but to the boy, it sounded as if they was muffled by water. He couldn't hear them. Didn't want to hear them. He just wanted to lay down.
Disappear.
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A teenager with white hair, maybe around 13,14, maybe even 15, was sitting in a chair, in a line, on a wall of chairs, as he always was. He was scratching his arm, and wouldn't stop. It began to bleed, but he didn't stop. As always, an adult came over, pulling his hands apart, talking again. Judging by the person's face, she was angry. He didn't hear them. Didn't want too.
Her face, though, seemed familiar. The anger, fear and sadness. He had seen all that before. He has no idea why but... It scares him.
He begins to try and get away from the woman. The poor caring girl tried to keep him still as she began wrapping his hands. He didn't want them wrapped. People... everyone deserved to see what he was worth. Nothing. Only good for the use of others. That's what mommy told him. He was only to be used to further the children of God, to be their stepping stones to the holy grounds.
He shouldn't be touched by such a nice girl. He didn't WANT to be. Why is she here. Why is she touching him. Get away. Please. Go. Please. PLEASE!
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A white haired man wakes up, breathing fast, shaking, looking down at his hands. He puts them to his face, and begins to cry. He can't help it. Tear fall out of his eyes, although he could see the tears in his other one. He couldn't see the colors, lights, shapes, anything in that one, white, unholy eye his mother has given him.
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He couldn't take it. As he screamed, a black, metal stake came from his hand, and he tried to stab his eye, but a hand stopped his deadly movement. He looked up, seeing a man, slightly taller than him, face unseen, hidden by the shadows of his room, the windows boarded up.
"Do you want me to take you away, young one." The tall man asked, voice soothing, calming his shaking by the smallest amount.
The white haired man nodded his head fast, and tried to speak, but began to cough, red liquid coming out and onto the man's dress shirt. The white haired man began shaking even more, backing away from the tall, looming figure.
"Shh shh it's okay. It's just a shirt. It's fine." The man stated, grabbing a napkin from his pocket wiping the blood from his chest.
The man then walked over to the white hair man, bending down his 7'6 frame to go under the roof supports, and going down to his level. The shadow like figure seemed to create water from his palm, pushing his hand into the white haired mans face.
His eyes flicked between the hand of water and the man's shadow covered face, before the man nodded his head. The teary eyed man grabbed the hand, puting it near his mouth, slurping at the start till it was gone from the other man's hand, keeping himself from licking the mans hand dry to sate his thirst.
The shadowed man stepped forward, showing his face, him too having white hair."What is your name, young one?" Asked the man.
"H-hanami... Kirimoto...sir..." Said the man, now known as Hanami, answered.
"You don't have to call me sir. Call me... All for one..."
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The white haired man, now known as Hanami, is walking away from a burning church, being helped by All For One. He looks back at the church with eyes full of hatred, until he heard crackling. He looked to his right, seeing All For One turn around, him following, as his arm was around his shoulder. He lifted an arm, it expanding to an almost impossible level. One it reaches a curtain point, it quickly deflated, sending out a devastating blast of air towards the burning church, carving the ground, mixing fhe dirt with the wood, concrete, soot, and charcoal. Hanami's rage lessened, but increased one he realized they wouldn't suffer like he had. They didn't FEEL anything. They died painlessly, their brains getting squished and misted before it can even comprehend it was in pain. All this, while he was made to feel everything. He felt every hit. He felt every stab. I FELT EVERY TOUCH, SLICE, PUNCH, SQUEEZE, EVERYTHING, BUT THOSE UGLY, DISGUSTING, VILE CREATURES GET TO LEAVE THIS EXISTENCE WITHOUT FEELING EVEN A LITTLE BIT OF WHAF I-
"Hanami, are you okay?"
Hanami looked to his right, his anger disappearing as soon his eyes landed on his savior.
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Hanami stood bye, as he walked towards a light blue haired boy, with cracked skin and blood covering his hands. He barely heard what All For One said to the poor boy, only catching how no one came to his aid, will we- he arrived.
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Mist Man, as Hanami called him, warped him and Shigaraki back to the bar, after talking to a white haired man in a scarf and glasses, wondering where our recruiter has been for the past week, saying he was dealing with business with a gang called the 'Yakuza'. As he and Shigaraki walked towards s door in the back, opening it, seeing over one hundred other people, smirking at what was surely to come in just a few days...
