In the heart of Japan's underworld, two titans reign supreme. Izuku, known only by whispers as the Deku, is the deadliest assassin to ever walk the shadows of Tokyo. Trained from childhood in the art of stealth and silence, his reputation as the bes...
Stuff written normally in his thoughts and feelings now.
Stuff written like this is a flashback.
Please enjoy ;3
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Regret.
"Y-you stay awake you here me?! Don't you DARE CLOSE YOUR EYES SHOTO!"
Hell is there anything worse.
A bullet pinged off the garbage bin besides us, and any hope of escape vanished.
It's like blame, frustration and gulit all rolled into one.
"Leave m-me" Shoto murmered eyes fluttering shut.
"You know I wont" With that I began to pull him along faster.
It's a sick feeling that eats at you from the inside out, plaguing your dreams and waking mind.
Laughter sounded ahead as we were boxed in, the only place to go was to press ourselves against the wall of the dark alley.
Then you are left with nothing...
I pulled myself off Shoto from where I had pinned him to the ground to shield him from the gunfire above which another parties arrival started.
Although I wish I hadn't.
It was a clean shot, straight through the heart.
As that is what the hash and cruel bitch named reality, truley wishes for.
"Don't cry Izu," Shoto raised a shakey hand to the side of my face. Brushing away the stray tears.
"I mean it. Don't cry for me when I'm gone, I hate it when you cry"
But thankfully such isn't a reality for me.
You see I don't sit around and let stupid feelings play with me.
Instead.
I get even.
20 men,
Thats how many of the Brethren was there the last night when they took the last peice of family I had from me.
20 men, died tonight.
Despite my usual restraint in allowing myself to feel, that night shattered the walls I had built around my emotions. Something that I was unsure how to mend or rebuild.
The loss of the last person I considered my family unleashed a storm of fury and grief within me, like shards of glass piercing through my soul.
As the men fell one by one, their lives extinguished by my hand, I couldn't help but feel a bitter satisfaction mingled with the hollow emptiness of revenge.
It was a fleeting victory, for the wounds they had inflicted on my heart could never be healed by their blood.
Then there was the admission of owing a favor to the man who appeared that night added another layer of complexity to my already burdened mind.
It was a pact sealed in the heat of battle, a debt of gratitude owed amidst the chaos and bloodshed.
Bakugo, Katsuki.
Head of the toughest mafia though out the criminal underworld of Japan.
Now had one of the top assassins of not only Japan but the world in his debt.
Sorry for the short Chapter, they will be longer now on I promise.
Also I just found this quote thats I think is awesome so lots of love and keep fighting when things get hard.
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