Worthless Necessity [HitoZuku]

Chapter 45 - Never saw nothing

Nezu slammed his paws into the table in frustration. He had just heard the news, and he was absolutely livid with himself. Chatora had called the emergency services, and it didn't take too long for the fire in the forest to be put out, and for the students to be sent to the hospital. Muscular, Mustard, and Moonfish had been arrested, but Nezu didn't give a shit about that.

Who cared if the villains were arrested!? They had taken his kid and no one had any idea where the fuck they had brought him.

The camp was supposed to be safe. He had sent Midoriya to the camp specifically to avoid a situation like this.

And yet, he had been taken as the main target of the villains' raid.

He pressed his head against the table, as tears formed in his eyes.

If he hadn't sent Midoriya to participate in the training camp, this wouldn't have happened. One pro hero missing, and one seriously injured. Fifteen students unconscious from the gas, twelve injured, and one missing.

He had failed once when the USJ had been attacked the second time.

And he had failed once again.

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Midoriya slowly opened his eyes, but his vision remained black. He moved his arms experimentally, and was surprised to find that he could move them, but there was something cold around them, and there was a clanking sound as he did so. He tried to move his head, feeling some weight on it as he did so. There was definately something blocking his vision, and there was also something pressing uncomfortably against his jaw, preventing him from opening his mouth.

"Midoriya Izuku."

He strained his ears to figure out what was going on; he couldn't see, he couldn't move, all he could smell and taste was his own blood, he could rely only on his hearing at this point in time.

"So, he's the one that you suspect to have some of anti-death quirk?"

It was a voice that Midoriya didn't recognise.

"Yes, Sensei."

Ahh... that was Shigaraki for sure. He recognised that malicious, deranged aura.

A man took a step towards him, before he could hear the faintest sound of a door being opened.

His heart hammered in his chest.

Where was he?

He felt someone pressing a hand against his forehead, and a phantom feeling of something inside poking around, looking for something in him. He felt something else, something sifting through his thoughts, invading his personal privacy.

The hand let go of him.

"Interesting... You're right, Tomura. He does have a quirk. He can keep it." The unknown voice continued, "Do whatever you like with him."

"You're not going to take his quirk?" Shigaraki asked.

"It won't be beneficial to us." The unknown voice replied, before Midoriya heard some footsteps that grew softer and softer, but he was still there in the room; Midoriya could sense that.

"Huh. Hello, Void." Shigaraki's voice rang out, pressing all five fingers against his shoulder, slowly disintegrating it, "We have a lot to talk about."

Midoriya could feel his skin peeling off, exposing the blood vessels and muscles beneath, and in one quick movement, he leaned forwards, and shoved his forehead where he assumed Shigaraki's face was. A loud bang rang out, before another sound of something hitting the ground, before there was a harsh sound of someone hitting what seemed to be metal bars.