Little Stars

Chapter 28

Finally, a new chapter!

I felt like crying while writing this chapter after the release of the new episode 😭😭

But I hope you will enjoy it!

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The moment he gained control of the body was so weird and it made something in him hurt. It felt like he was fighting something, no, he was fighting someone; someone was refusing to let him out of the prison that he was always trapped in. 

He remembered some things from what happened between consciousness and unconsciousness, screaming and someone pleading to be let go, to just let him die. He was in a daze most of the time, not knowing or hearing anything around him except the screaming and the cries and at the end he realized that the screams belonged to him even if they were far away from him.

He remembered being in pain the whole time. It was the only thing that accompanied him. It kept running through his body like his blood – Flooding through it and never-ending.

And then darkness comes. Darkness that consumes him whole from the inside out. Stretching infinitely before him, devouring all light. No light was permitted to enter. It was complete, suffocating him. It was like existence ceased to be: a true epitome of nothingness.

Snippets of two men always loom over him. His vision was always blurry and he couldn't see them clearly nor hear what they were saying or anything. But all he knew and heard was hurting and his own screaming and nothing else.

Sometimes he saw a little boy for only a second, just a few snippets of him. There was no pain, no screaming - there was nothing. He tried to reach for the boy, maybe he could help him, but he didn't get the chance because every time he was able to break the void around him, it came back, without uttering a word, surrounding him until he drowns in it and forgets everything.

Sometimes he fought the darkness, not wanting to return back to it and sometimes the darkness surged to consume him, and he allowed the emptiness to take him, to take away the agony burning at his throat. Anything, even oblivion was more welcome than living this fate... sometimes he gives up. Let himself forget about everything.

All he could recall was the feeling of being empty alone, endless nothingness and all he wanted was death. But in the end, even that was denied him. The darkness took the stars, the warmth, and the air, but it did not take him. His lungs seared infinitely, but he did not die. Hunger hollowed him, but he did not die. Thoughts tore into him, fueled by the black, black, black surrounding him, but there was no reprieve; he did not die. He was supposed to be dead.

He thought that there was no way out of his prison, that darkness would always surround him and he would be alone; alone and no one would come to him. But then the darkness stopped imprisoning him and he was able to stay for more than a few moments. It began with an unfamiliar masked man, then him ‐

Shigaraki Tomura; the little boy who he sometimes saw.

"Raise him and make him forget the name of Shimura Tenko."

Memories that weren't his began flooding through his mind. I am Shirakumo Oboro. I am 17. I am -

Kurogiri.

'You are Kurogiri; a servant for master All For one.'

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'Shimura Tenko - Shigaraki Tomura is your responsibility.'

Memories that weren't his began to bleed with his own memories until he couldn't differentiate between them.

"Kurogiriii," a child whined. "Play with me!"