The Unwilling Traitor

Chapter Nine - What Reason Did You Have

Yesterday was Saturday, the day chalk full of missteps and misunderstandings. And not to mention the constant pain in his chest whenever his dad decided that when Izuku was talking to his friends was the perfect time to fix up a conversation of his own. Izuku was on good terms with everyone in his class with the exception of Kacchan, of course, Mineta, and Todoroki, who wasn't really on good terms with anyone. Todoroki always kept to himself, and Izuku was sure that he had never actually heard the latter talk. That was fine with Izuku. Not all people are comfortable striking up a conversation with someone they just met. So Izuku didn't really pay any mind to Todoroki.

Izuku decided that since it was still the weekend, he would visit with his mom today. There were no rules that restricted leaving the dorms, so Izuku got changed and left with swift goodbyes to his class.

His house was actually very close to the UA dormitories, so walking there wasn't a problem.

It was still early August, and the trees were in full bloom. The grass was a vibrant green, just like his eyes. The cherry blossom petals were carried away in the wind and swirled around like beautiful dancers as if this was some Ouran Highschool Host Club bullshit.

Izuku stopped at his house. A plain looking house. Nothing out of the ordinary (to a passerby). Izuku knew better, though. This house . . . was very unordinary. Considering it once housed the greatest villain of all time is enough to make Izuku's blood freeze in their arteries.

Putting on his best face, Izuku walked into the house, not wanting his mother to catch on what was happening. Worrying his mom was something that Izuku would never forgive himself for if he did. His mother was the most kind woman in the world, and she deserved everything good, and nothing of the mess he has tangled her up in without her even knowing it herself. Izuku grabbed the door handle and gave it a slight turn. He didn't make it past the door frame.

Izuku stopped dead in his tracks.

Red lined every wall. It was dripping from the ceiling. It scratched and scorched every surface of the furniture. It stained the once warm yellow light from the lamp into a dark crimson nightmare. It flowed from the faucet in the sink. It danced in his vision. It dripped off his every finger, every string of his clothing. His lungs stopped taking in oxygen. His eyes locked in place. Locked in place on the body on the floor. Red is his least favorite color. He hates the red. Gasps of breath caught in his throat and he choked on them. His limbs were frozen. His skin went sickly pale and his eyes stopped perceiving any other color, except for the red. The body. The body. The body. Decapitated. Left in the most vulgar position - chained to the wall. Crucified. The head. Where is the head!? He could hear it talking. The red had its own voice. It mocked him. It pushed and shoved him. It kept asking him over and over the same question. 

"ᴰᴼ ᵞᴼu ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴿᴱᴰ?"

Everything. ᴱᵛᴱᴿᵞᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳ. Was stained red. Red. Red. ᴿed. Rᴱᴰ. ᴵ ᴰᴼ ᴺᴼᵀ ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴿᴱᴰ. ᴹᴬᴷᴱ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴿᴱᴰ ᴳᴼ ᴬᵂᴬᵞ. In the corner. Oh god the corner. 

I found the head.

"Honey? What are you doing standing in the doorway?"

The red faded. The house returned to the way it was. The light was back to the sweet yellow of lemon drops, the walls were back to their baby blue. The furniture were as white as Izuku remembered.

"Why do you keep staring at me like that?"

It was mom

Oh god the voice was mom. she was ok. She was alive-

"Izuku? Your scaring me."

"Ah," Izuku blinked rapidly, erasing the red from his mind, "I was just thinking and got lost in my thoughts. You know how I am."

"Oh, my baby. I didn't know what you were doing! I thought you might have been mind controlled or something!" Inko grabbed her sons face and turned it every which way.

Oh mom you have no idea

"I came to hang out with you today, but I need to get something from my room first." Izuku fabricated a quick lie. There was something he needed to do.

"Ok, but don't take too long. I won't get any younger!" Inko's smile brought immediate relief to Izuku and his trembling heart.

"Yeah, ok."

Izuku didn't waste time.

He immediately made his way to the stairs and almost knocked down his door when he got there, for how much of a hurry he was in.

He locked the door, just in case mom decided to check up on him. He didn't want her to walk in on anything she wasn't supposed to see.

"Alright. What the Hell was that!"

The pain came again, but Izuku was all to familiar with it.

"Oh Izzy, you didn't like my little show?"

"Don't avoid the question! Answers, now!"

All For One scoffed

"I just wanted to show you what would happen if anyone were to find out about your little secret. I had to scare you a little just to make sure it was zipped tight."

"Oh shut up. I wasn't planning on spilling anyway! You didn't have to go and give me a heart attack!"

"What's the fun in that? Scaring innocents is what I live for."

"Shut up. I'm spending my day with mom. Don't interfere."

Even though All For One couldn't see Izuku right now (or see anything at all for that matter), he knew his face was contorted into one of fury and rage.

"Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal."

Izuku spent the rest of the day with his mother. But the lingering of the red never let him enjoy himself. Mom was alive, and nothing was going to happen. So why was the red still there?

One thing is for sure.

Izuku may be alive, but it sure didn't feel like he was the one conducting that life.

His life . . .

Wasn't necessarily alive.

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Yeet skeet children I did it :D

Lmao y'all are probably so confused rn but don't worry my little angsty bnha fans I got some answers in later chapters so dont worry.

Just kidding

You should be very worried :D