Shigaraki Child (Broken Family)

Shigaraki Child that looks like a tree

Part One

Series One

CHAPTER ONE

She lay lifeless on the ground, her once bright eyes now dull and empty. Her skin a sickly pale, a stark contrast to the dark pool of blood that spread around her body. It had to be done, she was in his way, but now something or someone else stood in between him and his escape. The building began to crumble, threatening to bury him alive as he desperately tried to flee from the looming threat of a hero approaching. But this woman, this insignificant obstacle, was now nothing more than a casualty in his path to ultimate power. He felt no remorse. No sadness for taking another life. Killing was what he did best, it was his way of life. A means to an end. His team had failed to gather information on the up-and-coming hero, and ALL MIGHT, and now he had to face the consequences. The people's unwavering hope in this so-called "symbol of peace" sickened him. He despised how they looked up to him with blind adoration. So without hesitation, he snuffed out this woman's life, hoping to see the guilt, shame, and heartbreak reflected in ALL MIGHT's eyes. But it was too late. He couldn't save her. And in that moment, everything fell into place for Shigaraki. Heroes were not infallible saviors, they were just as flawed and limited as everyone else. A cruel reality that made him want to laugh with bitter amusement.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a child's screaming, running towards the woman he had killed without a second thought. but now he realized that the kid was crying to his no- dead mother,

Shigaraki's cold, dead eyes bore into the child, his mind reeling with guilt and regret. The boy's cries for his mother fell on deaf ears as Shigaraki stood there, the cause of her brutal death. With green hair like his mother's and freckles scattered across his face, the boy looked no more than four years old. But in that moment, he was a reminder of all the lives Shigaraki had taken. Despite the pain it caused him to see the boy's tears, Shigaraki knew what he had to do - end his suffering by taking his life. It was a small mercy, one of the few kind acts he could offer in this twisted world. And so he approached them, ready to deliver the final blow and send the child to join his mother in the afterlife.

As he stood over the boy, Shigaraki's hand began to twitch with anticipation. "Kid," he said simply, relishing in the fear that flashed in the boy's eyes. Tears brimmed in his eyes as he looked up at Shigaraki, snot running down his nose from the force of his crying. "Mommy is dead," he choked out between sobs.

Shigaraki couldn't help but feel a sick satisfaction at the sight of the broken child before him. But as the boy continued to cry, Shigaraki felt a twinge of guilt creeping into his chest. He almost regretted what he was about to say.

"Yeah, I know. I killed her," Shigaraki said nonchalantly, watching as the boy's green eyes widened in shock and heartbreak. But there was no fear in those eyes, only deep sadness and a longing for his mother.

"Why? Why did you kill my mommy?" the boy asked, looking down at his mother's lifeless body lying on the ground. "Mommy, wake up. You said you would protect me."

Shigaraki had heard enough. Whatever strange feeling was stirring inside him, he wanted it gone. He needed to end this before it consumed him completely.

"Listen kid, I'll give you two options," Shigaraki said, cracking his fingers in anticipation. "One, I kill you so you can die just like your mommy. Or two, you grow up without her."

He waited for the boy to answer, but instead the child simply looked at him before curling up next to his mother's body and falling asleep.

"Oi, brat! Answer me!" Shigaraki yelled, unable to contain his anger any longer.