Bruised And Broken (DISCONTINUED)

6- Unstoppable

Is was completely black for Izuku, he couldn't see or feel anything and struggled to make a cohesive thought. Consciousness came back to him slowly, like waves washing away the dark more and more. He heard muffled talking, like his ears were covered in a cloth. He heard the faint sound of two sets of footsteps leaving and a door closing.

The annoying beep of a heart monitor felt like it was ringing in his ears as he opened his eyes blearily. He shut them almost immediately after he opened them, the stark white of the room blinding compared to the darkness he was in before. He slowly opened his eyes up as he got used to the brightness and looked around. He was in a very brightly lit room, too brightly lit for his liking. He was laying on a hospital bed with an IV drip attached to his arm.

Izuku sat up, looking around and saw no one else was there. He found he was still in his vigilante suit and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He carefully pried the IV out of the crook of his arm and stood up, finding his shoes and gloves sitting on a chair by the bed.

"Alright, now to see where I am." Izuku muttered and walked to the window, peering out. He groaned and nearly slammed his head into the window when he saw he was at Yuuei.

'This is fine, I just have to get out. No big deal.' He thought as he put his boots on before tugging his gloves up just above his wrists. He was at the window again in seconds, pushing it open and leaning out.

"Well, now or never. Time to test out the new gloves to." He muttered to himself as he swung his legs out the window, sitting on the windowsill for a moment before he found footing. He flexed his hands, claw shaped bits of metal slid out of the tips of his gloves and setting into place. He edged out the window, finding his footing as he reached up and hooked his claws into the small holds in the concrete. He began to climb up the wall of Yuuei, ignoring the screaming protests of his arms as they held most of his weight.

He made his way up to the roof of the high school, hauling himself up over the edge and resting there. He sighed, the satisfying burn in his arms beginning to fade as he relaxed. He smiled slightly as the wind blew lightly past, rustling his already windswept hair.

He sat there for a few minutes before he heard the door to the stairwell open hastily as a sigh of relief followed. He turned so he could see who was there and way met with dark, tired eyes meeting his green ones.

"Problem Child, how did you get up here?" Eraser asked, walking towards the problem child in question.

"I climbed." Izuku replied as he turned back to the view.

"Care to elaborate?"

"Nope!"

"You're such a problem."

"You love it."

"No I don't."

"Sure."

Aizawa sighed in annoyance, he didn't understand why Nezu wanted to have a talk with the sharp tongued vigilante. He also didn't understand how said vigilante was able to 'climb' up to the roof of Yuuei while his injuries weren't fully healed.

"Whatever, problem child. Nezu wants to talk with you." Aizawa said. There was no response from Izuku and Aizawa looked over at him, blinking in surprise when he saw nothing there. He turned in a circle, looking for any sign of the boy but found nothing except a folded note near the edge of the roof.

Sorry about the sudden disappearance but I remembered something I had to do soon. If Nezu needs to speak with me I'll be in touch as soon as this is taken care of which shouldn't be long.

~Veridian        

Aizawa sighed in annoyance and pocketed the note. This kid is going to be the death of him.

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It had been a few days and it was the beginning of a new week. The week where every year, there was always a rise in a certain green haired vigilantes activities. No one knew the reason behind this dramatic spike in activity, and Izuku planned to leave them in the dark about it.

Izuku ran on little food, little water, and a ton of adrenaline during that one seemingly meaningful week. If you were smart you'd see the pattern but villains don't look for patterns, nor do they look into the dates in which 'Veridian' is almost impossible to stop.

This is the week where he's seen outside his normal patroling grounds. The week of striking fear into those who harm was just beginning.

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Izuku raced across a rooftop, hardly slowing as he came near the edge of the tall building. He didn't miss a beat as he jumped, falling down to the shorter building and landing in a roll. He didn't slow his pace as he raced toward the sound of trouble.

The young vigilante came to where the building dropped off and went into a handstand on the edge, scanning the situation below. A single mugger was threatening a boy, probably his age, with a knife. The boy had a resemblance to Eraser, his fluffy lilac hair away from his face similar to how the underground pro looked while he activated his quirk. Then the boy had the eyebags that almost rivaled Erasers as well.

Izuku allowed his body to fall, wrapping his legs around the muggers neck and part of his shoulders before leaning back, using the rest of his momentum to flip the mugger over. The breath was knocked out of the mugger and Izuku brought a hand down on his pressure point in his neck. Once the mugger was tied up, Izuku gave the other boy a two finger salute before disappearing just as quick as he came.

Him doing vigilante work for a week straight with little to no breaks was how he ended up in a fight for his life.

It was the last day of his adrenaline fed, chaotic filled week when he found himself surrounded. This wasn't the best situation to be in seeing as he was exhausted from the constant running around. He jumped back and away from the group of villains, whipping his Bo staff out and pressed a button. The staff shifted, a string flicking out of the compartment it was stored in and clicked into place, a bow was left sitting in his hands as he whipped out an arrow.

He aimed and shot, pinning one of them to the wall by their shirt. He dodged a knife that was thrown at him and turned, shooting another arrow that plunged itself into the womans arm. She shrieked in pain and one of her colleagues lunged for Izuku, activating her claws quirk and slashing at the vigilante.

Izuku ducked under a swipe at him, giving her an uppercut before whirling and firing an arrow at an incoming knife, knocking it off course. He hissed as he felt pain bloom in his back and turned to find the last with the claw quirk there with blood on said claws. He sidestepped another slash at him, shifting the bow back into a staff before he darted forward. He weaved in between the group, recieving and dealing blows.

He coughed as he was hit with a muscular tail, the quirk of a quicker fighter. He flinched before lunging forward, twisting in a way that caused the villain to trip over their own feet before knocking them out. A knife found it's way into Izukus shoulder, gaining a hiss of pain from him. He turned and kicked the villain away, an arrow following him and pinning him to the wall.

Izuku panted slightly, shifting his bow back to a staff. He was tiring and there was still half a dozen villains left, who were all converging on him. He felt the pain fade away as adrenaline kicked in, his body going still as he waited. In a flash he was on the woman with claws, taking her out with an axe kick to the pressure point in between her shoulder and neck. The woman crumpled to the ground as Izuku twisted into a back hand spring, dodging an attempted stab. He held up his Bo in time to block an incoming sword which was part of a mans arm.

Izuku quickly spun into a roundhouse, kicking the man in the jaw, knocking him out as he hit the ground. The skilled vigilante took out the remaining villains with little struggle, tying them up and placing a note by them. He left the warehouse he fought the group in and retreated into the alleys, slowing as the adrenaline faded and the days of fighting caught up to him, suddenly collapsing as his vision faded from him.