The Unwilling Traitor

Chapter Five - Thought Up Solution With Its Own Problems

Boy was Izuku wrong. That night, he didn't get any sleep whatsoever. The device that All For One had inserted into his neck kept beeping, and occasionally, flashing red. On and off, on and off, the eerie glow of the blood colour washed over the room and soaked it into a feeling of insanity.

Annoyed, and slightly unsettled, Izuku groggily stepped out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom that lingered just right of his bed in its own separate room, tripping and hitting his head a couple times on his way there. He felt the cold tile under his feet and he could see the sink just up ahead. Walking straighter now, but still unsteady, Izuku grabbed the side of the counter and slowly brought his head up toward the mirror. His eyed locked onto that of his reflection.

His bright neon green eyes shone in the darkness of the bathroom. His hair tousled to the side, messy as ever. Then it happened. The red flash. On and off the cycle started again, along with a faint beeping noise.

"Stop." Izuku grumbled, gingerly stroking the spot where the flash and noise is emitting from. "Let me rest."

Izuku stood there for a few moments before the cycle ran its course, but Izuku knew that it would just start back up again. Izuku exited the bathroom and looked out his door. The dark hallway seemed much more gloomy in the dark. Izuku thought for a moment and decided to go down to the kitchen. Not knowing what to do when he got there, he came up with the brilliant idea to cut the device out of his neck. Satisfied, but a little concerned for his well being, Izuku leaned on The wall for support on his way down the stairs. He was still half asleep, which is probably why he came up with this idea because it is ridiculously outlandish.

Izuku crept into the kitchen and grabbed a kitchen knife. The square device was more in his shoulder than his neck. It was sitting just on the edge of the curve that connected the two, teetering more toward the shoulder side, of course.

'This is so not a good idea,' Izuku thought as he brought the knife closer. 'I'm actually going to kill myself trying this, God, I really am an idiot.'

Izuku brought the knife down hard.

Searing pain jolted up his shoulder, to his neck, to his head. The pain was everywhere. Hissing and grunting, Izuku lifted a shaky hand to the cut. It was wide, and deep, maybe a little to deep. He stuck his fingers into the slit and almost screamed. The pain was too much.

'This is it.' Izuku thought, grimacing, 'this is where I die. R.I.P Izuku Midoriya.'

Swallowing back his urge to scream in agony, he pressed his fingers in further. He could hear his blood dripping to the floor in small drips. Shplink. Shplink. The noise of the droplets hitting the floor echoed through the empty kitchen and down the halls. They have formed a small puddle now. Pooling at his feet and spiralling into branches on the kitchen tile. His fingers felt something hard.

'There it is!'

Izuku pulled, he pulled hard. His fingers squished around in his skin, but finally managed to break free, along with the device and some excess blood that splooshed into the already formed puddle, but Izuku couldn't hold it back. He let out a cry in pain, only to be followed with his hand clamping his mouth.

'Shoot, did anyone hear?'

Footsteps could be heard from the hallway on the far left.

'Dang it!'

Luckily for Izuku, he was right next to the cabinets, and under the cabinets, were little crevices just tall and wide enough for Izuku to slide his foot under.

Most of the blood had pooled under there, so he took a towel from the counter and slid it under the cabinets, along with the little droplets that had strayed from the puddle and weren't under the protection of the counter.

Grabbing bandages on his way out, along with the device, Izuku made a run for his room. He made it out of the kitchen just as the suspecting person was coming in. He could only guess the person to be Mr. Aizawa. With that scarf and black clothing, how could it not.

Izuku thumped down the hall, his feet banging noisily down on the blue carpeted floor as he made a mad dash for his room. Fumbling with the lock, he heard the soft click as the door swung open, revealing his bare room.

No, no, it wasn't bare. Izuku knows that. He can't put his finger on it, but his room seems darker now, like someone is blocking the light from the window. He closed the door cautiously behind him.

Then he saw it

The monstrosity of a man standing directly in front of his window, only his silhouette visible.

"Oh no," Izuku heaved a sigh and stepped forward. "How are you even here?"

"Bad choice cutting out my 'device'. I'll just have to put it in a place where you can't reach." All For One reaches forward, grabbing the small square from Izuku, completely ignoring his last question.

"What even is it?" Izuku asked, pointing at the device now currently dormant in All For One's hand.

"Now, now, Izzy, telling you would spoil all the fun." All For One pulled his mouth into a maniacal grin.

And with that, All For One thrust his hand into Izuku's chest along with the device.

Izuku felt as if his insides were on fire, then iced over, only to be microwaved. He could feel his fathers hand moving around violently, as if searching for something. The pain was unfathomable, and it caused Izuku to scream in unbearable pain. His scream was bloodcurdling, and it probably woke up the whole dormitory. He couldn't move. He couldn't speak. All he could do was scream. Scream in this endless pain that coursed through him.

All For One let go and watched him drop like a fly.

"I've attached it to your heart, have fun cutting it out now."

And with that, he left. Gone.

But it didn't stop there. As soon as All For One left, Izuku's door was flung open to reveal Mr. Aizawa, Todoroki, Uraraka, Iida, and — basically his whole class. Izuku was still on the floor, withering in pain.

"Midoriya!" Mr. Aizawa ran over to him, but not before he told the other classmates to stay by he doorway, and for Iida to get Recovery Girl. "Midoriya, what's wrong?!"

"N-nothing. I'm fine." Izuku knew he didn't sound convincing, and Mr. Aizawa knew something was wrong, but he backed off and didn't ask any questions

Is what Izuku would have liked to happen, by his teachers and classmates weren't the ones to allow people to keep secrets, especially if those secrets were causing the person pain.

"That's a load of crap, Midoriya!" Mr. Aizawa grabbed Izuku's shoulders and propped him into a sitting position. "Your not fine and you know it that's why we're all worried! I may not know you very well yet, but I know that the way you are acting isn't the real you!" Mr. Aizawa kept his grip and eye contact.

"I said I'm fine!" Izuku shoved Mr. Aizawa's hand off his shoulder and stood up. "I just had a bad dream, that's all."

"Someone who's had a bad dream doesn't scream in pain. They will scream in fear, but not pain." Mr. Aizawa stared at Izuku coldly.

"Well then, you heard me wrong." Izuku hissed. "Now get out."

Mr. Aizawa came to terms with the fact that Izuku wasn't talking. He wasn't gonna get answers, so he dropped it, for now. Mr. Aizawa turned towards the door and noticed that his students were no longer there. They probably left to give Mr. Aizawa some alone time with Izuku to maybe sort this problem out. Heaving a sigh, Mr. Aizawa slumped out of the room, but stealing a glance at Izuku before he left.

'I will figure this out.' Mr. Aizawa thought as he walked away.

Izuku bore his eyes into the back of Mr. Aizawa's head as he left.

"Don't interfere with things you don't understand."

I listened to the Death Parade op 1 on repeat for the whole time I wrote this.

I hope you enjoy!