Recap
A huge kingdom, something he'd never dare to enter, scared of how people would treat him. Most kingdoms were closed off, but this one wasn't, there was a huge stone wall encasing it, a huge village that welcomed the entrance, and behind it all a huge castle. Izuku entered amazed, it was bigger than his old home. He was absolutely amazed..
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Izuku walked along the busy streets. There was loud chatter, cheering and ect. There were children everywhere. And everyone was polite.
He continued to walk around. But once he saw the huge garden that sat right beyond the hill, he wanted to go check it out. He ran and made his way to the huge garden.
As he entered the colorful area and walked around. And memories flooded in of when he used to help the gardeners with his own garden. He sat by the yellow tulips, his favorite type of flower. He played. gently with the petals. Tears fell because he missed his home. But it been years since then. Izuku stayed in the garden for the rest of the day looking at the all the gorgeous flowers, and even then he didn't want to leave, he felt as if he could live there and be happy forever. He smiled softly looking at the dark midnight sky. He smiled a bit more and closed his tired eye and drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
He slept peacefully throughout the night and even through the bright and warm morning. He had woken up in early noon. When he opened his eyes he saw three beautiful young women around him. And gorgeous bright flowers around him as well. "Ah...", he smiled softly. "Hello.", he said politely.
They looked at each other then back at the young boy.
One started to speak. "Hello, May we ask why you're in the royal garden?",
They have never seen a random child enter the garden before. Or even to sleep here.
Izuku frowned and stood quickly. "I'm so sorry..!", he bowed to them.
"I'll leave. I didn't mean to invade this area... I'm...", he thought they would kick him out. Just like all his other experiences.
"I'm not welcomed here either it seems. I'm sorry..", he quickly ran off and hid in an ally.
"Wai-", one of them tried yelling but it was too late.
The women looked at each other confused. "Did we do something wrong?", one asked.
"Well it seems he didn't think he was welcomed. He did say 'I'm not welcomed here either', he must have been through a few things.",
The third nodded.
"Well we have work to attend today ladies.",
They nodded and began to work on the royal garden.
Izuku stayed in the ally way. He'd walk around in between houses and behind. He kept collecting gold and silver. He did this for hours and he filled his satchel half way. Most of it was silver. He was extremely proud of himself and he was sure to have enough for food.
As he walked behind the houses he saw a fight. He stayed hidden and watched. They're trying to steal a kids collection. But he didn't have much. So he had given it up willingly it seemed.
Izuku frowned and walked over. After he thought the bullies left.
He took out is satchel and took out one piece of gold and five pieces of silver, he gently handed it to the poorly dressed kid.
"Run.. and go home..", Izuku smiled.
The kid wiped his eyes and nodded, he stood and ran back home.
Izuku put his satchel away.
He looked around a bit. And just when he was about to walk away, one of the bullied had grabbed a rock and chucked it right at Izukus forehead above his right eye. "Agh!!", Izuku fell back as it pierced his skin making him bleed. He covered his bloodied forehead and looked up.
"Now we've hit a jackpot huh?",
The two others nodded walking closer.
Izuku knew that he had no chance against them. He gripped his satchel and scooted back.
"Just give it up. It'll be easier",
Izuku shook his head and the kid on the left picked up a sharp rock and threw it straight at him, it had spun in the air and curved launching itself right into his dull, blinded left eye. "Ugh!!", He yelped in pain.
It was more of the pain from the impact of the rock that hurt him. His eye felt no pain from it being pierced again, but it did bleed.
The boys started throwing rocks at him, not an inch of body not covered in bruises. Some wounds bled and some didn't. After they had run out of rocks. The started walking over getting them selves ready to beat him senseless.
Izuku was curled up on the ground holding his satchel tight. "Go away!!", he cried.
He just wanted to feel welcomed. That all he wanted. But he never was.
"Aww he's crying! What a cry baby!! Haha!", they all laughed. The larger kid walked around and soccer kicked him right in the face, his head flung back, "Ngh- Uck!!", he screamed and covered his face, his nose started to bleed excessively.
"Uncover your face!! Or I'll do it again!!",
Izuku quickly uncovered his face, the crimson color spilled from his nose, as well as his forehead and left eye.
"Cry baby!!", he soccer kicked him straight in the mouth completely busting open his bottom lip. "UGH!!! Ouch!!", some adults heard his cries from the ally ways.
Elder guardians rushed to the ally to see three large kids beating on a small omega who was bleeding curled up onto the ground.
They ran over to catch the kids and stop them. But they snatched Izukus Satchel and raided it leaving him only three pieces of copper.
Izuku looked up at the elders and his eyes widened. He grabbed his copper and sat up scooting back. "I-I'm sorry!!!", he yelled running off. They were confused because he did nothing wrong. Some chased after him to help him. But he was gone within seconds.
Izuku ran straight back to the royal garden.
He sat himself by the yellow tulips. He loved them. Loved them more than anything. Because they would never leave him.
Izuku laid on his side messing with the petal. His arm then dropped from the pain. "Why... me..?", he slowly closed his eyes and drifted off into a painful and uncomfortable sleep.
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The Hidden Servant
Fanfiction⚠️!Omega Verse!⚠️ Once young and a small prince, kicked out to the roads for a mistake he didn't make. Years pass and he became a useless servant, an unused, pushed around, unwanted servant, in the Bakugo Kingdom. Until it was time to pick the profe...
