Unexpected

Chapter 10 (rewind): ...come...

Due to both popular demand and me wanting to continue... THE REWIND SHALL GO ON! Since it's been so long since the main plot, when I get back to it, I will post a small summary to remind you all of what happened in case you don't want to go back and re-read.

Now on with the chapter :)

3rd Person POV

"Um... Uncle Bo? I'm pretty sure this is illegal."

Izuku was sitting on a glowing neon green motorcycle. It shone so bright that it would've fully illuminated the garage they were in if the lights hadn't been turned on already. The motorbike emitted a purring sound, accompanied by a pleasant rumble. Izuku could admit: the vibrations were calming. However, he knew when the vehicle began moving at 30mph, it would be anything but calming.

The bikes shimmer reminded him of his eyes: his favourite thing about himself. Where a toxic green didn't shine through, black took it's place. It was a handsome bike, he'd give it that.

"Pssh! Illegal, I AM THE LAW!" Boka boomed, striking an All Might pose, one hand on his hip. Izuku giggled at his Uncle's weirdness. He had read a book where the character's uncle acted like this. The story often referred to him as the 'crack-head uncle'. Izuku found the term funny. He quickly stopped giggling when he realised that he still had to ride the death machine that he was sitting on.

"Well....my feet can't reach the foot pegs!" Izuku said, proud of himself for cooking up a feasible excuse.

Boka just smirked before tapping the visor on the head of the bike. The foot pegs raised to the perfect position. "Oh, don't worry 'bout it Zuzu! Did you forget that you and Sashi (Hisashi) modified it for me a while back?" The grin was still plastered on his face.

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"Listen kiddo. You ain't gettin' outta this one."

Izuku only sighed. This world is cruel.

Boka stood beside his nervous nephew and clicked the red button on the wall. The garage door opened revealing the gorgeous night. Stars glittered far above, golds and whites and silvers shimmered and twinkled. They stared in awe. The city below them never got this luxury. The smog lay thick like a blanket, hiding the beautiful burning balls of gas from the people of Musutafu. The hill was the only place for miles where the stars were visible. The moment was cut short by Boka tapping Izuku on the shoulder.

"Listen up, kid! This right here is the accelerator." He pointed at the right hand bar. " When you twist this, you will go faster. Now use that big brain of yours and figure out where the brakes are."

And with those few words, he squeezed Izuku's hands (which were resting on the accelerator) and the poor 6 year old went zooming down the hill.

"CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRA-!"

Trees rushed passed him at alarming speeds. Flowers were just blurs of colour and sound was reduced to muffled noises, as if his head was stuck underwater.

'Ok Izuku. Think. That's something you do best, right? RIGHT?! Frickin' FOCUS! OK. A normal bike's brakes are on the two hand bars. You have to squeeze them at the same time to stop both the front and back wheel. Maybe that'll work?' A bump in the hill jogged Izuku out of his thoughts, reminding him that he didn't have the luxury of second guessing himself at the moment. 'Here goes nothing... I'm gonna kill Uncle Bo for this.'

Izuku swerved to the side, barely dodging a large oak tree. He squeezed two bars at the front of the bike and screeched to a halt. His breathing will never be the same again.

It was probably the adrenaline talking but, Izuku smirked and floored it back up the hill. "Uncle Bo! I'm gonna frickin' run you over!!!!"

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Boka and Izuku stood beside each other. Izuku popped his hip to the side and pushed his hands the same way. Boka did the same but to the opposite side. They snapped their fingers before dropping to the ground and sliding across the floor on their knees. Izuku dragged his hands through his locks before punching the air in front of him in one quick motion. He rolled to the side before leaping up landing in the splits.

"Show off!" Boka grumbled. Izuku only giggled in return. Dancing with his family was always fun. He slowly got up and turned of the music.

"Oh look! You remember where the off button is this time!" Boka cackled, happily mocking his nephew. Boka was a successful DJ in his free time, often playing at parties or clubs. Definitely a crack-head uncle. His DJ equipment was the very modern and refined. It had even been modified by the house's resident inventor, Hisashi. There were so many dials and buttons that it took Izuku about 6 months of teaching to be able to use that darn thing.

"Don't be mean. Or I'm not gonna perform with you at the party you're performing at later on." Izuku threatened.

Boka clutched his chest in mock offense. "You wouldn't dare ditch me!"

"Oh but I would."

Boka pouted in defeat and uttered out a small "fine...". Izuku stared at his uncle's hand that still rested over his heart. A small mark sat in the middle of it, it kind of resembled a small flame. It was redder than the rest of the skin surrounding it.

"Hey Uncle Bo?" The man being spoken to hummed, urging Izuku to carry on. "I've been wondering...what's that thing on your hand. Dad has the exact same one but on his shoulder." Izuku stated, pointing to the mark to specify what he meant.

"Oh this? We actually don't know. We thought it was just a birth mark until you were born. The doctor's told our mother that they'd never seen anything like it. This mark is unique to our family and our family only." Boka explained, holding his hand in the air proudly.

"What do you mean 'till I was born'?"

"Well it can't just be a birth mark. Inko is your mother yet you got the exact same mark as me and Sashi. Only us three have this mark." He said. 'Well, actually it's four but I can't tell you that.'

"Oh...that makes se- WAIT! I HAVE THAT MARK?!? WHERE!?!"

Boka snickered and lifted the ends of Izuku's hair up revealing his bare neck before snapping a picture on his phone. He threw his phone to his nephew you who caught it before looking at the picture intently. And sure enough, there the mark was. Dead centre on the back of his neck.

"Wah! Cool!" Izuku gushed, sparkles in his eyes. He felt special, a feeling he hadn't felt in a while.

Boka slapped his back as he strode to the door. "Come on kiddo! The party don't start till we walk in! And don't forget your mask!" (If you get the song reference, u a G)

"Aye Sir!" Izuku called out. (If you get the anime reference u da best) Izuku ran towards the door, grabbing his uncle's DJ set and his mask before he headed out.

Quiz time: Why would Izuku need a mask when he performed. (This question needs knowledge from chapter 6)

Hope u liked the chapter.