Purpose || Boku no Hero Academia Fanfiction (WARNING: VERY SLOW UPDATE)

Chapter 2

I heard a cry, it's not a cry from pain and definitely not a cry from a funeral, I am pretty sure that the cry is innocent. Specifically, a cry from a baby..

Are cries from babies a normal thing in the after life? Does it even exist..? I am dead, but why does my senses work? I tried to sit up but I can't, My body is heavy.. but .. why am I feeling these? I'm supposed to be seven feet underground by now, why do I feel so alive..

... I died from a sickness, a sickness that forgets everything... I don't understand.. I remembered everything now.. I remembered my family... I remembered who I am.. My heart beated rapidly making my breaths hard to catch. It doubled up when I felt someone grasped my ankle and lifted me upside down. I tried to open my eyes but everything is narrow and blur. I struggled to move desperate to be freed from the grasp. I felt a sharp pain coming from my back, my ass specifically..

Confused by everything, not knowing what to do, feeling helpless, trying hard to catch my breath.. I don't know, I don't know where I am..

These complicated feelings, the heavy feeling in my chest makes me do something normal people would do in this situation. I cried. Syncing the soft cries from the baby not too far away from me.
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So.. I am back from the dead. I was reincarnated. Aren't reincarnation just a myth? ..but the real question is..

Why..

Why?

I never valued my life, and I never wished for this. Did the reaper change his mind ? Did he thought giving me a sickness a mistake?

though I am not complaining but having an eternal rest is more pleasing. Hmm? You're wondering why I'm accepting my situation easily? It's because in my past life, I've always been a passive person. I adapt situations rather easily. Even though some doesn't quite suit well with me, I would keep it and accept that not every situation goes well. I even accepted my sickness with an open arms.

Now I think I've been born in the second time. Being an infant once again. The thought of it makes me wanna growl in frustration. Imagine that you can't do things on your own. And hitting puberty again sounds awful.

I opened my eyes and a blurry view welcomed me. Making me want to look forward to my sense of sight. A giant blurry man come into my view, covering the ceiling --at least I think so-- that I was watching before he came into my field of vision.

Then he picked me up, panick quickly crept out to me making a whimper came out of my mouth. I felt him move and shushed me, trying to make me comfortable. Though he is a stranger, I found this person very comforting. Assuming that he's maybe my current father or just a nurse that coincidentally comforting..

Then he started to talk, hugging me with his arm.. He smells nice.. like a burnt wood. Though I prefer the smell of the rain.. well his smell can still work.. and he's really warm.

My thoughts aside, I don't understand every single word he's blurting out.. It's not english, it's not my native language either.. I think it's japanese.

He's still talking, I want to answer him but I found it hard to talk.. literally. But I tried, I did my best. So instead of saying "I don't understand" the words that came out is..

"Uguuh.."

I don't know if it's even considered a word. I doubt it.

So I got a laughing japanese as a reply.. He started to talk again, and I really want to sleep but I can't find myself to do it so even though I don't understand a single word he's saying, I paid attention.

Listening to him is tiresome but I found out that he's my father and that my current name is Izumi.. He's been saying 'Izumi' for how many times so I assumed that it's my name and he's also saying the word 'otousan' which I know that it translated 'father' in English.

Now he's putting me back in that little bed that I was laying down minutes ago. Walking away saying his farewells I heard the door shut indicating that he's already gone. I suddenly felt tired welcoming the comforts of sleep. I lost to oblivion.

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Months passed, I gained my sense of sight for the second time and I'm surprisingly adapting the language easily. I can understand them though there are some words that are still hard for me. It's rather fast but I think someone talking to you everyday can rub of the language to you.

My current father talks to me almost every hour in a day if he's present and my current mother --I found her very very familiar-- talks to me also but not much as my father did..

I also have a twin but I think he's in the other side of the room. I don't know what my current parents are thinking, but I think a normal person would put their children in the same room.

I don't know their reason but If they think it's for the best then I don't have any reasons to comment on it. My attention drifted away from my thoughts when I saw my current parents came into my room.

My current father... whose name is 'Hisashi' step in and kisses my forehead.

"Izumi-chan? Are you ready to meet your twin brother?" He said with a sweet voice which I think that it don't suit him. My interest piqued as I listened to him. I looked at his direction seeing him smiling the same way as my current mother 'Inko'.

I gave them a confused look which I think is inappropriate for a normal baby. I doubt that a normal baby can pull a face to someone.

Inko laughed and followed suit. She leaned closer to me and kissed my left check where my little freckle rested.

"Let me carry you then Izu-chan, I think Ikkun is waiting for you" She said softly at me, I cringed at the nicknames and I was relieved that they missed it.

Then she lifted me up, I hold unto her shirt tightly, afraid to fall. Hisashi followed suit.

We walked past the other rooms after a crib which can hold exactly for two kids came into my view, but my eyes are glued to the green fluffy hair which is turned away from us. I assumed that he's my brother..

They put me down gently then walked away, I watched them as they drifted away leaving me with my current companion.

He's still turned away from me so I held his shoulder to make him notice me.

My eyes widen for I saw a familiar face, a face which is not real in my past life. A face who once make me question my will to give up.. a face of a main character. A fictional character.

The face of Izuku Midoriya..

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CHAPTER END!

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