ミ★ 𝘈 𝘋𝘦𝘬𝘶'𝘴 𝘎𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯 ★彡

Chapter One

Above is an image that was drawn for me as fanart from someone dear to me. Much love to them for this beautiful display that portrays Riku in finer details. 

With all said and done, let this story commence and leave feedback. I always accept compliments as well as criticisms. Enjoy <3

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Life always was a joke. 

Played the innocent as fools and fed the guilty. 

Made each day a struggle for most and to some, nothing more than a mere walk. 

Simply put; the world was unfair and unjust. 

Unforgiving and cruel; or so Izuku Midoriya had come to understand in his fourteen years of living. Of his endless cycles of fates ill tidings that made his path seem jagged and endless. Truth was, he once held a hope. Saw a potential bright future, but no matter what, he was always led to the same single thought. He was alone and unwanted in the world. 

Born quirkless, one became nothing. Nothing more than a mere pebble to step on. He suffered countless things after becoming four; from bullying to his father leaving, to the current time. The final straw that left him sinking into an abyss of his mind as he hovered on the pathway that left to his destination. His final destination, honestly. 

He could still remember the scene, as it visually had occurred no more than a week prior. Such a gruesome sight that left Izuku Midoriya with nothing. No home. No family. Nothing beyond his own self-hatred and disgust at his future that was pointless to pursue. He could be no hero and as much as some led astray, he refused to go into villainy. It was merely not his hearts content, no matter the damage. He'd remain good, even if broken to the bitter end. 

It had been a scene that never went away. Haunted his nightmares each time he slept in his own home. A place that once had been so warm. It had been a day after school, his feet dragging him home slowly. He'd sauntered toward the door and remembered finding it left open. Could make out the faint metallic smell that hugged the air greedily. Part of him that day had already understood, but his mind sought the answers visually, so he'd entered. Bore witness to the massacre that was before him. His own mother: a bloody mess and hard to distinguish beyond the green hair on her head left casted into the pool of red below her mangled frame. It was truly a sight Izuku never rid himself of, even when his mind lingered on his current outcome. 

Which left him ultimately reaching the gateway he was searching for. It was a secluded part of the land that was once owned by someone, left abandon just as him. He'd distinctly chosen the spot for countless reason; the first mainly being how far it was from anyone. He wanted to never be found, truthfully. Izuku didn't want to be pitied and anyone would, should they see a corpse of someone who'd fallen so low. 

The other main reason was simply that the bridge present wasn't a well-known one. It was hard to find and Izuku only knew the location due to constant visits. He had often come out to the bridge to rest on the rusting rails and overlook the valley below. A section of land that he'd let his body welcome in time. 

Bounding down the path toward the left side, he made his way to where the bridge could be seen. Where rust seemed to hang in the air and red paint crested the metal along the bridge. It always somehow made Izuku feel better, just seeing some sort of goal. It made him truly take in that these were his final moments. That this was the end that might give him a release from the toxicity of the world around him.

Stepping along the beginning of the bridge, he could hear the wind collide with the metal as he slid his backpack off. He opened it once more, resting it along the rails of the bridge as Izuku climbed the edge. Sat silently, legs hanging over as his red shoes blended with the color. He opened his notebook, jotting in some few notes and a small message, in case someone had found him by mere accident. Maybe the note would spare him viewing such things as pity in the afterlife. 

As he scribbled in each word, he could feel how the clouds overhead seemed to darken. It left the mood a bit right as he once more closed the notebook, bending back to snatch his bag from below. He placed the torn and tattered journal back where he'd grabbed it from before he sealed his backpack, peering below. Taking a long breath as he shuffled the bag close to his chest. He truly planned to take everything with him to the grave. 

All it took was one small movement. 

One single step; and he'd achieve what he sought. 

It shouldn't have been a problem, not when he'd desperately desired it. Not when he had made up his mind. Yet he found his hands sweating and fear holding him hostage. Keeping him from making that small movement. It left him bitter. He couldn't even do this one thing; just as his classmates had teased. He was utterly useless. 

Chewing his lip, Izuku sighed in annoyance as he attempted to move from the spot. To climb down, though his eyes seemed to linger below. Heard the sound of footsteps that made him freeze in place. After all, he never saw someone out this far. It caused him to watch as three frames came into view, wandering beneath the bridge, one holding a larger frame that was dragged behind. 

Izuku wasn't one to snoop, but curiosity tugged at him as he listened. As he tried to make out the conversation, which luckily, the silence had helped in this case. Left him capable to understand the few things mentioned as he kept from making a sound. Even he could tell the individuals below weren't of good intention and Izuku hardly sought to die by someone else's hands. If he was going to perish, he'd prefer it be by his own choice and actions. 

"Come on, let's just get this done Shiggy... It's creepy out here." The voice clearly belonged to a younger seeming girl; her blond hair pulled into two buns along her head. She wore an outfit that could be considered questionable, though Izuku wasn't one to judge. He'd once visualized his hero attire and it was... Well, not something he decided to look at again. 

"Would you quit complaining? I'm moving as fast as I can, since this is our only option." The next to speak was a greyish blue haired man who to Izuku, seemed out of place in the group. Maybe it was the multiple hands attached to him. It was a bit unnerving in the end, leaving the last individual present to speak.

"Why can't you just disintegrate it? I feel it would be quicker and more affective..." Black hair seemed to be spiked as Izuku could make out the faint scars of burning etched into the figure's frame. A rather unique sight if it wasn't considered grotesque to most. Pushing the though aside, Izuku carried on observing, now taking into notice the figure dragged behind.

Truth was, Izuku couldn't really make out the figure's detailing. It seemed oddly proportioned, as well as strangely hued skin that seemed more lavender in color. One clear thing he took note of was the wings sprawled from the back. 

Focused on the strange figure, Izuku hadn't been paying much mind to his bag. It had been accidental, but problematic the moment he felt his hold on it falter. It left his gaze widening as he forced himself to attempt to grab it. His foot shot out, barely missing the strap as it hurled to the ground below. It took every ounce of strength for Izuku to tumble backwards in time, his body hitting the bridges surface as he cleared the view as eyes seemed to scour upward. As for his bag, it had collided with the male with many hands attached to him. Left the other two a bit concerned as the impact had left one unconscious. 

"What the... Where did this bag come from?" Izuku could still make out the conversation but kept low and silent. 

"Forget that for now. We're compromised. We need to get Shigaraki out of here in case Heroes are present. I'd prefer to keep my own head, rather than be caught and locked up." Another silence seemed to linger as Izuku felt his heartrate. Heard it pound in his head, deafening his mind before he dared to peer over the railing once more. Noticed neither of the three individuals were present. However, neither was the main disfigured body he'd seen before. The one that Izuku had believed dead. 

It left confusion casted on his expression before he heard a faint sound that made his blood run cold. Made his body freeze as a chill tore through him. With a small bit of effort, he slowly turned his head, feeling his heart sink the moment he viewed those wings, tucked behind the slender frame. Noticed the three eyes that peered into him, and the brain left exposed. 

He'd thought his mother's death was gruesome. He'd been wrong. This was much worse; was the main thought he had before his mind went numb and he felt himself collapse. Felt his head bounce off the bridge as darkness swept over him. As a silence seemed to loom as all he could make out was faint footsteps. Footsteps leading his way.