Not Gone. (Ghost Deku AU)

Chap1er Nin9teen

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The final battles had just finished in the arena. Bakugo was left fuming with anger after the let down, known as his battle with Todoroki, who refused to win with his left side.  Most were happy with the results but for one, it was the opposite, they had lost themselves beyond the point of no return, beyond the point of Bakugo's last straw. 

Iida sat quietly in the hospital waiting room. Bad news about his brother had just gotten to him through word of mouth, stemming from Aizawa. Iida did not let the story branch into the long explanation it was. Instead, he just rushed to the hospital. He didn't quite know what to feel, and that angered him more. Did he feel guilt for wanting to be more important in his family than his brother? Did he feel sadness for his brother? Or did he feel immense anger and vengeance for the one who attacked? Maybe Iida knew exactly what it was, but was hiding under the shield of anger. 

Aizawa quickly assumed no good of the situation. He had sensed issues with Iida in the past, hiding deep but still there. However, he knew he couldn't let Iida just sit the way he was, but then again, his first priority was trying to talk to his friendly neighborhood ghost.

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Hizashi had gotten caught in some student discussions, somehow I managed to sneak away. The road stretches wide in front of me as I drive home. The small box sitting beside me, I glace lightly at it. What is he? What is this quirk?

By the time I arrived home, almost a half hour had passed. The small box joined me in the main living area. I sat across from it. 

"Are you here?" I ask to it. I wait, looking for a response, one minute passes before, 

"Yes." It answers.

"Is it Izuku?"

"Yes." I take a breath in, releasing it deeply in my chest.

"We need to talk."

"Yes, it seems we do." The voice says cheerfully, I can almost hear the awkward smile.

"Who knows about you?"

"You, All Might, Principal, some of the other teachers, and the class of 1-A." So that's it.

"Now on to the burning question. What is you quirk?"

"Straight to it, huh?" a soft giggle echos. "I call my quirk ghost. As for the abilities, I can see and speak to the dead. I have a light manipulation of my aura, or soul as I call it."  Izuku pauses, "As for my other abilities, those are still in the works."

"What do you mean?" 

"Astral projection." Both ends of the call drops dead silent, "That is my goal." I hear a sharp breath, "However, I don't know what will happen to me if I reach this goal."

"What do you mean? This is your quirk, is it not?"

"I'm not sure. Part of it only activated when I died. But, the only reason I think I am truly here." 

"Go on." I suggest,

"I wished to get my final goodbye to Kacchan. I have a feeling once that happens..."

"You think you'll disappear." I finish off his thought. This is much more complicated than I thought.

"I feel as if I am on borrowed time. The draw back of my quirk exhaustion is my soul has no movement, and I don't know where I am. In death, I float around a black void, only able to see those I seek out. I have no sense of up or down, left or right." I sit in silence at these revelations. He lived in darkness since he was 6? "At least, it was that way until last week." I raise my head slowly from my hands. "I can see now. I've always been able to hear, but it hurt. Now it doesn't. I could always use my wind, but that hurt. Now, I have a painless way of communicating." Small sobs and whimpers can be heard. He holds back, but the emotions just wash over him like a tsunami. "Thank you. Mr Aizawa." I feel warmth wrap around me, holding onto my body as the spirit box lets out sobs. 

"My pleasure, Izuku. However, if what you said earlier is your goal, then we need to get there."

"We?"

"I'm not just about to let some dead kid drift forever without helping him. And, well, isn't it my job to help train my students quirks?" The sobs raise in volume. "We can't waste anytime, we have to get started soon. However, I say we start with something a little easier."

_I-I-D-A_T-E-N-Y-A_

"Tenya!" My mother comes crying into my arms. She collapses into me,

"I heard what happened! Have you seen him yet?" she asks frantically, light tears streaming down her face. Would she cry like this for me? Or would she sit there stone faced once again?

A nurse quickly appears and brings us back to Tensei's room. 

"Hey kiddo!" He says cheerfully, lying in the hospital bed. How can he be cheerful? Does he not want his revenge? Does he actually want to see me?

"Hey." I say, walking over to sit next to him. "Are you okay?"

"Okay as I'll ever be. Luckily it won't be lasting damage, so I'll be fine eventually. They say if I wasn't found right then I could have been retired." He explains. I don't listen, instead, it hits me, this will make him more important, in our family, in the news, everywhere. And what have I done? Get distracted by that ghost? Yeah. It's all that ghost's fault this happened, I'd be exactly where I needed to be if not for him. 

This is all his fault.

A/n, hey Iida? I really don't think this is a healthy way to deal with things... Also, please note a quick edit on the last chapter. Just a typo, sorry about that, I'm only human. This is another slightly shorter, I guess this mini arc is three parts now. -Miss Fall