Legion

Grief

"Death is just the beginning."

The day was silent, and Izuku simply stared ahead into nothingness, he stood next to a cement altar-like block, with plenty of wood next to it.

Soon enough, he could hear them. The clones marched in solemnly in the rain, each carrying a rod on the board that carried Jango's body.

It was hard to believe that it had already been a week.

One Week Ago

Izuku had woken up in pain, but not physical pain, no this pain seared deep into his very soul. He could feel the emptiness that resided within him, a void that could never again be filled, torn open by Jango's death and the deaths of over a thousand clones.

He blearily looked around, finding himself mixed in darkness, around him were various figures, all of them covered in shadows.

One of them extended their hand, and he could swear that he was hearing a female voice speak with him.

The shadows however were washed away, and he was then surrounded by white.

It was everywhere, white walls, white floors, white ceilings...and a white door.

Heading forward, the door opened automatically, surprising him.

He then found himself in another (white, of course) hallway, but with windows that spanned the entire length.

Outside he thought he could see what appeared to be buildings on stilts.

But it was hard to see anything with the hurricane that was battering against the city.

"Welcome home, ori'vod."

Izuku turned and for a moment his heart stopped.

'Jango?'

But as he looked closer, into the clone's eyes, he could see that it wasn't him. The clone in front of him was missing the telltale spark in his eye.

Izuku then realized a horrible truth.

As long as his clones were here, as long as he could look at himself in a mirror, he would always be haunted by Jango's death.

"Where am I?"

"The mindscape, though we've yet to give it a name," The clone started as he began to walk away, Izuku moving to follow.

It was...oddly silent.

"In case you're wondering...we lost a lot of brothers. This was the beginning, the first home for us clones. So...it kinda brings back memories we don't want."

Izuku nodded halfheartedly, he didn't even know how he was going to wake up and go back home...

He took a shaky breath, tears already coming to the corners of his eyes, but he forced the emotions back down.

"What happened?"

"Well...after Jango...died,"

The storm seemed to get even more intense from the words alone.

"You supercharged your quirk with One For All, and forced open a portal, we started heading out, almost two thousand clones fought against that Nomu abomination. We...we lost a lot of brothers, but we finally managed to put that thing down."

Izuku's eyes narrowed and he snorted, filled with a dark satisfaction that the abomination had fallen to his brothers.

Next would be Shigaraki.

Now he had names, all that was left was finding them.

But first...

"And what about my classmates, my friends, are they alright?"