In Loving Memory

Hey doc, the hallucinations are back

Izuku had returned home, and was sulking on his bed, about two seconds away from crying. He'd found out about how he had died, but had no idea how to deal with it. He could find Yosuke again to yell at him some more, but he really didn't want to. What he really had to do was figure out who wanted him dead and why. Sakura had promised to try her best to find someone who knew something, but she couldn't promise anything.

"Izuku," a voice said from the other side of the room. He looked up and spotted Nana.

"You're back!" He hopped out of his bed and ran to her, hugging her with whatever strength he had, being a scrawny middle school kid.

"Eager to see me, I see," Nana chuckled.

"A little," Izuku muttered.

Nana ran her hand over his hair with a little smile and reciprocated the hug. "How did the meeting with Sakura go?" It was then when she realized that the young boy had started crying. Her smile fell. "Hey kid, what's wrong?" Izuku dropped to his knees, his strength failing him, and Nana hurriedly followed, trying to make sure he was okay.

"I was murdered," Izuku said through his sobs. Nana's jaw dropped.

"What?!"

"Peter," Izuku paused, the weird hiccupy feeling when you're crying really hard hitting him like a truck. "Peter helped me remember how I died. Yosuke threw me off the building."

"Yosuke!?" She started to climb to her feet. "That- He did what?!" She cracked her knuckles and started for the door. "I swear, I'm going to find that man and kill him! Again!"

"There's more. Apparently, he did it on orders. He didn't tell me who did it."

"Oh, dear," Nana sighed, but then returned to Izuku and knelt back on the ground. "C'mere, kid. Let it out." Izuku hugged her and sobbed harder, an awful pain in his heart like somebody had stabbed him there. He almost felt the open wound in his chest, and the hole fraying at the seams.

"He took everything from me," Izuku said simply, not sure what else to say.

"I know, kid," Nana said gently. "I know." Izuku knew what she meant. They were two sides of the same coin, a son who had lost his parents, his friends, his opportunity to have a normal life, everything, and a mother who had lost her whole world. Izuku was angry, and upset, and had fifteen other emotions he didn't know how to track. When Izuku started to calm down. Nana gently stroked his hair. "Do you remember Juniper?"

"Yeah," Izuku said, sounding a little choked. He rubbed away his tears again.

"She promised to take me to this one cafe sometime. She tells me that someone who speaks to ghosts is on staff, and that she can make us something. Would you like that?"

"Yeah," Izuku sniffed.

And so, Izuku and Nana went back to Tartarus.

It was just as miserable as the first time, but this time, with flavor. The walls of the holding cell block had been broken down, and people were hurriedly trying to put it back together. Izuku turned to a nearby ghost who was shuttling through the halls. "What happened?" he asked, entirely unsure as to how this could have happened.

"Shigaraki escaped from Tartarus," the ghost said. "Somehow only he and a couple of others got out, but the media and quite literally everyone else is in shock. I was just heading out to visit my family and make sure they were okay." The ghost left without another word, and Izuku was left with his thoughts.

"My grandson escaped, huh?" Nana mused, before floating off without another word. They walked down a familiar hallway and made it to the cell Juniper had been in last time. Once again, they found her staring at the man chained to the chair, but this time, she was muttering something to him, as if he could hear. Nana knocked on the wall, getting Juniper's attention. The man in the chair responded, but then seemed to dismiss it as nothing. "Hey, Juniper. It's me again."