Not Gone. (Ghost Deku AU)

Ch2pter Tw2nty-Two

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I walk calmly into the large room, the floor is covered in sleeping bags that block my path to the "troubled" teen sitting crumpled in the corner. 

"Iida, we need to talk." I join him on the floor, stretching my feet out in front me. "I know things have been hard for you lately. No, that's an understatement, it's probably felt impossible for you. And however much I wish I could understand what you are going through, I can't so you are going to have to explain things for me."

"Aizawa." Iida responds to me quietly, "Why is life this way? Why am I never enough? Why am I never acknowledged for how hard I try? Why is it? Why do I try when someone who barely even exists, who can't even do anything gets more attention than me?" I think hard at my response to the boy who has just opened up to me.

"Iida. Do you really think that no one acknowledges you? Who trusted you to be the class representative? Who pays close attention to you to realize that you weren't okay? I will admit that maybe I should have checked on you, and that is all on me. But people all around you, see you, knowledge you, and respect you. So realize it. However, it is not fair for you to shift your problems onto someone else, when they can be struggling with their own issues." I stand up and walk to the door as Iida drops his head in realization, 

"I should also add, the only reason I found your brother that day, Midoriya came and got me, he himself also tried to help you and your brother. Now this is private information here, but it seems as if Midoriya personally selected you for 1-A. So maybe you also owe him an apology after taking your harsh blame and being the victim of your rage." What am I going to do with all these problem children? I really need Hizashi here. 

Now to go deal with adult conversations. 

The class cleans up their equipment, loudly, before getting their first night's rest. I walk over to the other heroes.

"So I guess we need to talk about this, don't we?" I sit down at the picnic table by the trees. "Now, before we get started, let me set some base information, no, I don't know how this happened, no, I don't know whether he had this quirk before death, and yes, he is actually dead. Now you can go on with questions."

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"So that's pretty much all we know." 

"That's it? So you really don't know much then, do you." 

Not to sum up my last months of research in an insult or anything but, "Yes."

"Is he here right now?" I reach down into my bag and grab the spirit box. 

"This is our best form of communication right now." I turn on the box and let it release static until it becomes clear,

"Hello?"

"Hello Izuku, I assume you've done your research and know who we are with." If I've learnt one thing in these past few weeks, it's that Midoriya is unbelievably methodical and thinks every thing through. He could still be doing tons of behind the scenes work that I have no idea about.

"Yes, Vlad King, the Wild Wild Pussy Cats, nice to meet you!" Excitement in his voice shines through, I know his mother said he liked heroes a lot, so I'm sure that he is happy to meet them all.

"Izuku can you use your quirk so we can see what we are working with?" A warm breeze whips pass us, quickly changing coldly.

"I'm also working on something else." Midoriya says through the box. 

"Go ahead." I invite him to try his quirk.

"Can you please put a piece of paper on the table?" I follow his requests, putting a small piece on paper on the table. We all watch closely as we notice a corner of the paper slowly lift, ever so slightly, before it falls back to the table.

We all stand amazed. Even if it is something so small, a ghost interacting with the human world in a direct way? That's amazing.

_B-A-K-U-G-O_K-A-T-S-U-K-I_

As we wrap up the cleaning I sit outside on a large branch alone. I watch the nature sway in front of me before a rustling comes from the bushes beside me. A young boy, maybe 6 walks out of the overgrown plants. He looks at me and scoffs, 

"Oi, kid." I say angrily, I am already pissed off tonight due to reasons that I won't admit, and now you feel like just adding to that.

"What?" he scoffs back,

"Hm? Who do you think you are talking like that too me?" I ask,

"At least I'm not some crap hero trainee." He retorts,

"Which bad parent taught you that dirty mouth, Dipstick?" He silences immediately. Was that too far?

"I don't have any parents, they were dumb heroes just like you are trying to be." 

"Yeah heroes are dumb but at least they weren't villains."

"Maybe if they were heroes I wouldn't have to be here." Okay emo-boy. "At least villains know what's coming to them." He continues to try and reason,

"Yeah but Villains suck." I say casually.

"So do heroes!" The small boy retaliates.

"Yeah, you're right." He quickly looks at me confused,

"But heroes save people, aren't you going to say that?" He says a little upset that he isn't winning the argument the way he thought he would.

"Heroes kill innocent people too sometimes, it's just normally an accident."

"But heroes are always trying to be the good guys, and that's why they are dumb!"

"No one is totally good in this world, we just need to do the best we can to be good." I say finishing off the argument The small boy huffs off.

"HEROES ARE-ARE, SHUT UP, THIS ISN'T OVER. HMPH!" He stomps away. I feel as if this won't be the last time I talk to him. Heroes can be just as cruel as villains sometimes, focused on fame, never apologizing for their actions. Not me. I will prove to everyone, you can have no losses, no sacrifices. I can be strong enough to save everyone, stronger than All Might."

A/n, sorry I was gone, but I guess you can say I'm not gone anymore, haha, in other news, I will be now updating on Sundays or Saturdays. Thanks for reading and accommodating to my schedule, -Miss Fall.