A Collector

Family In Shadow

"Well done, you're getting used to your new Quirks quite fast." All For One told him.

Izuku looked at the very tall man. he panted and ran a hand through his hair he was very exhausted as he was fighting a behemoth of a man for eight days non-stop. he walked into the lab and saw.

"Ah, Izuku," Kyudai welcomed him immediately before he tapped a few keys on the board in front of him. One of the monitors changed to show Kurogiri. The Doctor didn't need to explain further.

"Very impressive, young Lord," the scientist told him.

"It's impressive how unfit I am," Izuku replied.

"Well, that can at least be fixed," All For One murmured.

"Would you like to go home?" Kurogiri asked, looking worried.

Izuku looked to All For One who nodded, no doubt indicating to Izuku that they'll continue later.  Then he turned and went through Kurogiri.

Izuku blinked. The room he emerged into was warm especially compared to the cold of the laboratory, As his eyes adjusted he could make out the forms of several people around, he couldn't make out any details. He then saw Dabi... with fire around his hand.

"This is kurogiri, he's a gift." Izuku said before anyone could ask.

"What does that even mean?" Aoi asked, holding a crimson knife.

"he's a warper that was given to me by All For One oh and thank you Kurogiri." Izuku said, walking to the kitchen.

"Izu!" Toga jumped onto Izuku's back, "I missed you." Toga began to nuzzle.

"Where have you been kid?" koumori asked.

"training... lots of training..."

Dabi snorted, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed. "You'd better get used to it. You've got a lot on your plate now, kid."

Izuku's expression hardened. "I know. I need to be strong. I'm not just fighting for myself anymore; I'm fighting for control over my own fate. My family—Inko, Toshinori, even Izumi—never understood me. They chose their favorites. They chose to abandon me. Now it's my turn to take what's mine."

Kurogiri materialized beside them, his presence steadying the atmosphere. "Your training will only get tougher, Izuku. Remember, strength is not just about power; it's about the choices you make and the legacy you wish to create."

Izuku nodded, feeling the weight of those words. "I've been thinking a lot about that. I don't want to be just another pawn in this game. I want to reshape the world, to ensure that no one has to feel as powerless as I once did. Especially not those who bullied me—Bakugo,  Masaki and Izumi won't get away with what they did."

Toga's eyes sparkled with excitement. "You're gonna be a king, Izu! A villain king!"

Izuku chuckled, the image of himself as a ruler feeling both surreal and empowering. "Exactly. But a king must be strategic. I'll need all of you by my side to help build this new order."

Koumori stepped forward, her gaze intense. "What do you envision, then? A world ruled by fear? Or something different?"

"I want a world where strength is respected and where those who've suffered can finally rise," Izuku said. "But it won't come without sacrifices."

Aoi nodded. "You saved me, Izuku. I want to help you change things for the better."

Izuku took a deep breath, determination coursing through him. "I'll do whatever it takes. I'm ready to take on the world, and I'll crush anyone who stands in my way."

As they gathered around the kitchen table, the warmth of camaraderie filled the air. For the first time in a long while, Izuku felt a sense of belonging—a family forged not by blood but by shared ambition and mutual respect.

"Let's get to work," he said, determination lacing his voice. "Together, we'll create a new future."

Just as they began to discuss their next steps, Izuku's phone buzzed on the table, breaking the moment. He glanced down and saw Izumi's name flashing on the screen. A surge of mixed emotions hit him.

"What does she want?" he muttered, the bitterness creeping into his tone.

Dabi raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Looks like someone's missing you, kid. Want to answer?"

Izuku hesitated for a moment, then picked up the phone. "No... I'll deal with this later. Right now, I have a different future to build."

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Izumi sat on her bed, staring at her phone with a mix of anxiety and determination. The soft light of her room felt too warm compared to the turmoil brewing inside her. She had been thinking about Izuku constantly, replaying their childhood memories—the moments when they had been inseparable. But now, the rift between them felt insurmountable.

Why did things have to change so drastically?

She remembered the day Izuku ran away, the fear and confusion etched on her parents' faces. Inko had cried, and Toshinori had tried to remain strong, but Izumi felt the weight of their disappointment. She had always thought they would support each other, but instead, they had grown apart.

Izumi had always been competitive with Izuku, but it had never been about hatred. Yet, as she rose to prominence as a hero-in-training, she felt a growing sense of loss. She was angry at him for leaving, for choosing a darker path, and yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that she still cared.

I need to talk to him.

With a deep breath, she dialed his number, the ringing echoing in her ears. Each tone felt like a reminder of their past—the good, the bad, and everything in between. She hoped he would pick up, that he would hear her voice and remember who he was before the darkness enveloped him.

When the call connected, she felt her heart race. "Izuku?" she said, but only silence met her.

What if he doesn't want to hear from me? What if he's too far gone?

She thought about everything he had been through—being quirkless, the bullying from Bakugo, and the way their parents had seemingly favored her. Izuku had always been the stronger one, even without a Quirk. But now, he was embracing a power that could consume him.

"Izuku, please," she pressed on, her voice trembling. "I want to understand. I want to help you."

A part of her wanted to yell at him for abandoning their family, for choosing to become a villain. She felt betrayed, but another part ached with concern. She couldn't shake the feeling that he was lost in a world he didn't want to be a part of.

Why can't he see what he's becoming?

As the call ended without a response, Izumi felt a wave of frustration wash over her. She couldn't just sit idly by while her brother spiraled deeper into darkness. She had to take action.

"I'll find him," she whispered to herself, determination igniting within her. "I won't let him go down this path alone. I'll show him that there's still hope."

She grabbed her bag, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. She knew the risks of confronting him, but family was worth fighting for. No matter how much he had changed, Izuku was still her brother.

I'll bring him back.