Liars (Villain Deku)

2-Two Sides Of The Same Story

Midoriya was left alone. He stepped onto the floor, feeling the cold tile beneath his feet, and walked over to the desk. On the shelf were several colored notebooks, all with similar titles.

He pulled the first one off the shelf. The first word on the cover had been blacked out with marker. Analysis for the future no. 1, it read, minus whatever was under the block of marker.

He flipped it open and saw notes about a hero. The handwriting was bad, like it was written by a four-year-old, but he could make out what it all said, barely.

Looking through them, he recognized the main points on every page. There was always a name, quirk, fighting style, and support items. As he pulled out each book, they felt more familiar. He recognized them as he found the more recent ones, he knew they were his. But realizing they were his only raised more questions.

He felt that the only things he knew were not enough. He actually knew barely anything and that fact bothered him. He knew that he was friends with Tomura, that for some reason he had journals analyzing hero's, and he was hit in the head. He knew nothing of what happened to him. He knew nothing of anyone else that might be in this building. He just knows that his head hurts, that he needed medicine. Hell, he didn't even know what the medicine was.

He placed the notebook he was currently looking through back on the shelf, it was the eighth one, and walked over to the window. He gently pushed aside the dark curtain and saw that it was dark outside, making him wonder how long he had been passed out. There were several trees in sight and a passing car far away revealed the road in the distance.

A knock on the door drew his attention and he turned to see who opened the door. Relieving to him, Tomura was the one standing there with a warm smile on his cracked lips.

"Hey," Midoriya said.

"Dinner, we have pizza," he told him. "Now you can see everybody else." He smiled, leaving down the hall with the door open.

Midoriya quickly followed after him, hitting the light switch and closing the door on his way out. He followed Tomura, passing several doors in the hall. He turned around the corner and there was a large table with a few other people sitting around it.

The entire room felt home-y. The lights were dim and the people sitting around the table smiled and talked like it was nothing. The tv showed a report of a missing kid before the channel switched to baseball. Three boxes of pizza sat on the darkwood table along with several cups of water and soda. Quiet music hummed in a corner of the room.

Tomura stepped over and took a seat closest to the hallway, Midoriya resorted to sitting near him to avoid being awkward. They both took a slice of the pizza and Tomura joined in a conversation with the guy with burns and black hair.

"So, Izuku," the man at the head of the table spoke.

The name hadn't clicked as his own in his head and Midoriya continued to eat in silence. He hadn't been told that bame yet so he didn't know to respond.

"Izuku.." The man tried, but that name was just as unfamiliar. He gave Tomura a look, get his attention.

Tomura nudged Midoriya's shoulder, making eye contact when he lifted his head. Tomura nodded to the man at the head of the table.

Midoriya's eyes landed on him, the man wearing a clean black suit and half of his face covered in scar tissue. "How are you doing, Midoriya?" He asked the boy.

"Um, I'm fine, I guess." He answered, though his head still pained him.

"That's good." The man said. "You seem troubled though. Is there anything wrong?"

Midoriya felt a sense of care in the tone of his voice. He felt he could trust this man with his life, there was a strong bond. He only wished he could remember him. Again, he was ashamed to have no memory and apologized as he rambled a few questions.

"Sorry, I don't remember.. Who are you? ...What happened to me?"

"It's okay that you don't remember." He sighed. "You most likely have a concussion so your loss of memory is unsurprisings. I'm your father, Izuku." The words sounded scripted but full of sincerity. The acting went unnoticed by Midoriya as he listened with his full attention. "As for how you got the concussion in the first place.. That's a bit of a long story."

"You were taken by those annoying heros." Tomura hissed. "Of course, we  had to get you back but they wouldn't give you up without a fight."

"I apologize that you were injured by one of their quirks, you should be back to full health soon." The man in a suit finished.

Midoriya sat still, his hands in his lap as he let the story sink in. There was an anger boiling within him, he wanted to find who had hurt him. He hated that he couldn't remember what happened and he blamed it on the one who attacked him, whoever that may be, he wanted to get angry, he wanted to show them the pain he was in. He wanted to make it clear that he should not be messed with.

The thought that it was a hero didn't bother him. He didn't care if they were the strongest person on the planet he was going to give them a peice of his mind. He's a five foot tall ball of anger.

His memories were still a blur and he didn't recognize much around him but he felt at home. He hopes that his mind would become clear so he could reach for his goal and get on with his life.

~oOo~

In a high school, in a classroom--1-A to be precise--students sit without a certain green haired boy. The room is silent, no one dared to speak, and their teacher had been called to the office minutes ago.

Down the hall, in that office, teachers, counselors, the principal and a heartbroken mother argue. Tears run down the womans face as she yells for her son. She wants him back and she is furious at the school's inability to protect him; she cries and screams, making clear the pain in her heart.

A tall man, dressed in black with a white scarf arlund his neck, Aizawa, places his hand gently on her shoulder. "we're doing everything we can to find him,.." he says, sorrowful and sincere.

She hates the generic sentence that she's heard so many times these past few days. She's knows they're doing all they can, but to her, they need to be doing more. "I don't care!," she rolled her shoulder, pushing his hand away. "He was under your protection and you let those villains take him away!! It's your fault that my baby is missing!"

"And you!", she turned, pointing a finger in the direction of the number 1 hero. "You promised! You told me that you would make sure he was safe, that nothing would ever happen to him! Now look! Is that how much promises are worth to you!?"

"Ms. Midoriya," the principal, who had been quiet, stood. He usually had a bright smile and cheery aura, but now his face holds a frown and his tone is serious, grim. "I understand your anger and we will find your son, he is our responsibility after all."

"Tell me something real," she scoffed as she turned on her heel and left the room.

Aizawa glared around the room, "she"s right you know." His eyes landed on All Might before he turned and followed the women to comfort her further.