Not Gone. (Ghost Deku AU)

Chap1er 6ixteen

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The day was finally here, the project that I have had Mic work on for the last week was at long last done. Not even a day late either. However, something feels off today, as far as I am aware, no one has had contact with Izuku today, and yesterday, the wind produced by him was frantic, almost like how it was back at the USJ incident, I have been on edge since he got frantic again, leaving me now running on no sleep for almost 48 hours and about 14 cups of coffee, which at this point, I'm sure is not healthy. The box should be delivered to me by my break today which is in only an hour, this whole situation is making me now unusually excited and energetic, will we hear the first words for someone who's been dead for 9 years now? A first in the history of the world? The actual, live voice? 

The bell dismissing the class to their next subject quickly rings, causing havoc as the group races to the door, pushing each other while Iida tries to calm the rest of the group down. As the last student, Shoji, exits the classroom, Hizashi enters. 

"Are you reADY~~~~~!" He starts screaming as I cover my ears, however excited I am, it is immeasurable when compared to the already extra-energetic aura of Hizashi. He hands me the small radio device. "It's a bit bigger due to the enhancements we've added on, you know, so that you can try and talk back."

"That's lovely dear, but you know he can hear us without it?"

"Well, maybe this makes it easier for him!" Hizashi complained, his intentions pure, wanting to help the small boy that he has only ever met through videos.

"Okay, well, enough waiting. Let's turn it on." Hizashi runs behind my shoulder, excitedly waiting as I flip through the radio frequencies, turning the small dial on the side. Nothing but static sounds until--

"AHHHHHHH--------!" A loud, shrieking, earsplitting, scream sounds from the box.

"AHHH HELP ME! AHHH!" I look to Hizashi frantically, where he stands in mild terror and shock, "KACCHAN HELP ME." The voice continues to shriek in pain as it continues to yell through the radio, "IT HURTS." The voice heaves, crying. 

"HELP ME!" It screams once again louder than last time, instantly, the windows in the room break, shattering out towards the large training field where the class is working with All Might. I look out the window to see the faces staring at the spot that used to hold the glass. I turn off the 'spirit box.' taking a deep breath. I quickly dash out of the room, leaving Hizashi in confusion and concern.

I run down the hallways, heading out to the training area. Before I can even come to a complete stop, I send out my capture gear, grabbing Bakugo, the only idea I have. I pull him up beside me as we now head to a full sprint together back to the classroom. Where Hizashi stands completely still, in the same spot I left him. 

"Bakugo, sorry for the quick notice but we need your help, urgently."

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I walk over to the box Aizawa points at. I look to him in confusion, it's just a radio.

"This is a spirit box Bakugo, and we seem to have communicated with Midoriya. However--" He turns the small box on, using the switch on the side.

"AHHHHHH!" I instantly recognize the voice, it's barely changed. Damn it, I knew something was going to happen today, 

"KACCHAN IT HURTS!" It screams heaving heavily, trying to gain back it's shallow breaths. "HELP ME. HELP ME KACCHAN!" It continues getting frantic, 

"Aizawa-sensei, what time is it?" I ask, looking only to confirm my suspicions,

"It's around 8:27, why?" This school starts over an hour earlier than the elementary school we went to, meaning.

"This is almost the same time Deku died." I say, lightly sending the room into a shock, including myself. 

"I think," I gag trying to make out the words, the only picture in my mind of him bleeding from his stomach, 

"I think he's repetitively re-living his death, getting impaled, again, and again, and again more intensely until, he relives the exact pain." I say losing all tone in my voice. 

"KACCHAN HELP ME, IT HUR- AHHHHHHH!" the pain in his voice getting hysterically more frantic. 

I don't know what to do, someone tell me what to do! SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT TO D-

"TALK TO HIM BAKUGO!" Present Mic quickly calls out, snapping me from my thoughts.

I talk into the air, "DEKU?" 

"KACCHAN HEL-" coughing loudly takes the radio over as I hear him try to get his breathing back under control. 

"JUST BREATHE DEKU! BREATHE, IN AND OUT!" the voice audibly breathes in and out before,

"AHH!" another scream, 

"BREATHE NERD." I check the time on the clock behind me, 2 minutes, okay, I can do this. "TWO MINUTES IZUKU, HOLD ON FOR TWO MINUTES." The blonde teacher beside me looks scared, I look back to the radio, no. He's just as scared as I am. I look to my side to see Aizawa coming back into the classroom, I didn't even know he had left. 

"Well, let's see what's going on here." The small white animal climbs out of the capture gear hanging off it's holder's neck.

"Continue, please." The small mouse? Rat? Bear? I don't know, whatever he is, instructs me. 

"Deku?"

"Y-yes-AHHHHH!" The timings getting worse, "HEL-ack-" He coughs again, I can only envision it as the blood that once spewed out of his mouth as he bleed through his wounds.

"You don't need to talk okay? Just breathe? Okay? Can you do that for me Izuku?" I pray in my head as more screams sound.

"30 SECONDS IZUKU." JUST HOLD ON. I count the small screams before, the loudest scream I've ever heard sounds, "AHHHHHHH!" In that moment, I'm sure it wasn't just me, but I could have sworn, I saw him faintly in the middle of the room, glowing iridescently, translucent, as he flickered in and out screaming. The loudest scream, the type that one only sounds, in the last moments of someones life, the kind that tells everyone else, this was their last scream, and I guess, ei-no nine years ago, this would have been that scream.

The scream finally finished, my ears left ringing from the sound emitted. The teachers, principal, and I all wait before our final sigh of relief, we wait, and wait, and wait, until the soft heaving of Izuku can be heard through the radio. Audible relief pans, like a calming wave coating all of us.

How long did this happen before Aizawa grabbed me? Because if it was that long, that would imply... he's been being killed, over and over again, for more than eight hours. For so many years, did I not realize the pain he was in? Did I not realize just how much he struggled to help me?

A/n, I was going to put this out on Wednesday, but I was just to excited! I really hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Next chapter will be out on Friday, (probably, well, unless I finish early and do it on Wednesday :)) So glad you read this chapter. -Miss Fall