The Demon Within

Chapter 7 Farewell Wish

Key
'One' - Thoughts
"Last" - Speech
"Goodbye" - Demons

I need some OC's for the next chapter!
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~ BTYB Izuku running from Katsuki ~

"Just minutes ago, this street was filled by a fight between a deadly crook and a mugger able to turn invisible, but their clothes remained visible." A female reporter announced, her hand pointing to each place where the events took place. "As our Quirk professionalist, what do you have to say Horikoshi?"

"It is an interesting Quirk, to say the least, though it has a very disappointing drawback." A long-haired man with a medical mask and wide-framed glasses commented. "But what about that other guy?"

"The one who took the mugger down?" The reporter questioned, one hand holding a mic and the other on her hip.

"Yes," Horikoshi replied.

"So far, authorities have been unable to deduce exactly what kind of Quirk the crook has or even what they look like." She began, followed by blurry images of a hooded man. "All we know is that they have some sort of Emitter-type Quirk that allows them to kill someone with a single punch."

"Truly a formidable adversary," Horikoshi mused, writing down each aspect she had described. "Perhaps it is a mutation instead. Emitter-type Quirks aren't quite like you described this person's power to be, they're flashy and are usually ranged."

"It seems you're right," she hummed, looking away from the camera while a video played next to her head on the screen. "But from what I can see, the crook can stab someone with claws and reach into their chest, killing them on the spot."

"Reaching into their chest?" Horikoshi repeated, writing it down. "Maybe they can reach into someone's chest and grab their heart. It's possible, though there are very few Quirks that have dealt with phasing through matter."

Hearing the scratching of a pencil against paper, the female reporter took out her earpiece and looked toward the camera. "To all the people at home, Horikoshi will look further into this crook, but for now, Toriyama, please tell us about what's going on in the world?"

Disappearing from the screen, the female reporter was replaced by another man wearing glasses. "Well, it seems everyone is crazy about Avengers: Endgame recently. Have any of you at home seen it?"

"I hope Izuku doesn't run into that crook," Inko muttered to herself, turning off her television. Clasping her hands together, she looked at the coffee table with a blank stare, only expressing her thoughts.

Looking over the table, she grabbed a thin notebook that was slightly torn at the corners. Opening up the book revealed a few stained pages dulled in color by time. Yet every single page was filled to the brim with drawings and notes, both quite crude. Flipping through the pages, Inko read the notes, admiring the details that were written about each hero.

Stopping near the middle of the book, she left dropped it on the table and looked at the ground. Blinking as fast as she could, she barely had enough strength to hold back her tears, only allowing them to swell up on the edges of her eyelids. Then she got up and shuffled over to the hallway, walking until she reached a door near the end of the hall. Turning the knob of the door, it creaked open and revealed a dozen boxes.

Grabbing one of the boxes, Inko opened it and reached in, feeling something soft and fuzzy. Pulling it out, she held onto a onesie with an All Might style, its bright colors were hardly dulled though it had some dust on it. Nonetheless, Inko hugged it and finally let her tears stream down her face, flowing like a river leading to a waterfall.