Not everyone is created equally..

THE PROLOGUE

My name is Kyro Atsuma. Not that it matters to me if you know that or not.

But let me tell you one thing. Not everyone is created equally. I learned that at a young age. Most kids had a lovely childhood, they had friends, a loving family, a home and almost anything they asked for.

Me however? No. I had none of that. I was cheated out of my childhood all because of the fact I wasn't a normal kid. When I was born, nobody at the time knew I would be sharing a body with an absolute psychopath.

Nobody knew that on that day in the yard, when I fell unconscious after tripping and hitting my head, that he would end up taking control and killing my little brother.

I was left to deal with the consequences. I held him in my arms and my parents looked at me in fear and shock.

I looked at them with tears in my eyes, blood on my hands and my shirt stained in his blood. I pleaded that it wasn't me and that I didn't know what happened.
But they didn't believe me. Claiming they saw everything.

That was the day I was kicked out onto the streets at the age of 4. But enough of me talking. Onto the story.

Kyro stood outside the door of his home, he tried knocking but nobody let him in...

He tried again.

Nothing...

He tried again.

Still nothing...

"S-surely they'll let me in... Right..? What happened wasn't me.. I didn't do anything.. I swear.."

Kyro said to himself as he fell to his knees and began sobbing. He kept repeating "I'm sorry" over and over again. He stayed there from the afternoon till midnight. When he accepted the fact nobody was coming he wandered into an alleyway and found a box to sleep in.

Weeks passed and Kyro was begging for food and water. Until one day a girl approached him.

"Hey.. are you okay..?" She asked as she put a hand on his forehead.
"You look incredibly pale.. and have a really high temperature.." She added.

"I'm fine.." Kyro responded as he looked at her, bags under his eyes, his clothes dirty and torn as well as his skin being as pale as as a ghost.

"Clearly you aren't.." she sighed. "Here. Let me help you get cleaned up" she said as she pulled out some cleaning wipes and cleaned up the dirt on his skin.

This girl was roughly the same age as him if not a year older. She had long black hair and beautiful red eyes.

"Why are you helping me.." Kyro asked, a look of confusion in his eyes.

"Because you needed it. I'm Desdemona. But please just call me Des~!" She smiled.

At that moment kyro felt a warmth in his chest, his eyes widened and he smiled for the first time in weeks.
"Des.." he said under his breath, getting a feel for her name. "It's nice to meet you Des. I'm Kyro" He smiled back at her.

"Well nice to meet you too Kyro.." She looked into his eyes, thoughts running through her head, telling her that he has to be hers. That she has to make him hers. And make sure that nobody else can have him. She then snapped out of it and got up.

"Well I have to go for now. But I'll be back tomorrow okay? And I'll keep coming back for as long as I can!" She smiled and hugged him before she left.

For the first time in weeks, Kyro had felt genuine affection from someone. He couldn't get her out of his head. And he would wait for her every day. The kept getting closer and closer. Kyro had finally found someone who cares about him. Until one day...

"I wonder what's taking Des so long.. she's never this late.." he said to himself.
He waited hours but she never came.

And that was the last time I saw her for a long while. At the time I felt like I'd never see her again. My world shattered. I wanted to die in that moment. The only person who cares about me disappeared. Part of me at the time thought she abandoned me. But I didn't want to believe that.

A year passed, I kept waiting every day. Hoping she would come back. Suddenly, I heard a voice.

"Des!?" Kyro got up and ran to the voice, in hopes it was her. But instead he found a woman in her late 30's. He had accidentally bumped into her legs and fell to the ground.

"Who..?" The woman looked down and her eyes widened as she saw the state kyro was in. "You poor thing!" She picked him up.
"Where's your parents..!?" She asked, making sure he was okay.

"They abandoned me out here a year ago.." he replied, just holding onto her.

She gasped "They what!? That's horrible!" She held him tight. "How about this, let me take you in. I'll look after you, my son has always wanted a sibling." She asked.

Kyro's eyes widened as he looked at her "R-really? You'll take me in? A-as your son?" He began to cry. "Yes! Please! I'll happily go with you!" He exclaimed.

"Of course sweetheart. I'll take care of you from now on. My name's Mitsuki Bakugo but you can just call me.. 'Mom' ." She replied.

"O-okay.. t-thanks mom.." kyro smiled and hugged her tightly.

And that was how I was adopted into the Bakugo family. A day later I was taken for my quirk diagnosis and it turned out my quirk was called "Creation and Augmentation" basically whenever I came into contact with metal I could make a weapon, item, suit of armour etc.
out of it. The type of metal would have different attributes too.

My childhood had a turn for the best from that point. And nothing could ruin my life from here. Right? I'll get to that later on. For now that's the end of the prologue to my story.

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