Addicted

17: Tis But A Scratch

Izuku awoke in some strange, eerie, and ashen place of some sorts. Filled with a fog, and as black as the night sky.

Where was he? What was this place? Why was he here? Where was Himiko? Was she alright?

Millions of different questions stormed his mind all at once, most, if not all, were less so focused on his own well being, and more centered around that of the well being of his future girlfriend. It sent a strange shiver down where he felt to be his back as he the worst though harbored itself within the back of his head; was he dead? Did he die and this was the after life? This grand veil of absolute nothingness?

His breathing went heavy and rapid as this maddening feeling of suffocation strangled his throat. His eyes went wide with fear as he reached up with his left hand in hopes of clawing out what it was that choked him so; however, his hand did feel anything. In further fact. he couldn't feel his left hand, or arm, or anything on that side of his body.

The green haired boy turned a terrified head to the left, only to see nothing more than ash, mist, or whatever this void was made out of. He bore no arm, lo leg, lo waist, and even yet no torso to speak of. All of him was gone. Oh my god, maybe he really was dead, he bled out from the bullet wound, and for all he knew either Himiko, or his mother, were sobbing atop his limp corpse as we speak.

Izuku's breathing intensified with fear rushing further and further to what sounded like his own blood surging where his veins would be. That choking feeling tightened it's grip around his neck as now what sounded like a heart beat boomed throughout the void; it stung his ears from how heavy and loud the frequency was against them, for they almost felt like they were bleeding. Already, he was in this place of purgatory for mere seconds, already he was going absolutely further unto insanity.

Desperately he tried to grasp, this time with both hands, at his mouth in hopes of feeling the hot breath that steamed from his lips so that the chilling air of this place would be warded off. Yet when his eyes finally fell upon where his 'hands' grasped, the shy boy's little mental breakdown halted.

He still had his right hand. Though he was weirded out by it's look; it was malformed, scarred in many places, and some of the fingers seemed bent or awkwardly rotated to the left or right.

This bare moment of focus finally allowed for him to also realize, that all of his heavy on hot breath was, to say the least, non-existent. Even though he could swear that his chest was heaving and ho-ing, there was no sound of someone taking in the air through their lips; all that tickled his ears was the sound of rain, wind, and that same heart beat, although much quieter. He reached up to his mouth with his right hand, only for it to pass right through where his lower jar would be. He then went from there up, and it was here that he also realized that the tip of his nose down was also missing.

Though there was some relief, as he soon felt the soft plump skin of where his cheeks sink into his eyes, and further up he felt his messy lush hair. It was nice to know that he at the least brought something else with him to the afterlife other than just his right hand.

However, Midoriya did, and also didn't, wish that he brought another part of him here...that part of him being the piece of his hart he gave to Toga. Almost as if he wanted to cheat this made up rule, he wanted to bring her here, with him; because, if there was one person he was alright with spending eternity together...it was with her. Yet, as said, he didn't want her to die, if this was in fact the afterlife.

His emerald green dots circled around the area, inspecting it under a much more composed attitude, and even studied himself emotionally and mentally; he definitely didn't feel dead. Earlier he certainly felt his body doing its usual actions when his motor functions regarding his breathing, heart rate, and the movement of his arms were in action. So where exactly was...this?