Bnha Oc's (Random Writings)

An Old Introduction to Shoku

My life was nothing short of your everyday tragedy. I come from a rich family nothing more nothing less. My mother was a low ranking hero and my father was a millionaire who sold diamonds.

When turned 5 I was finally rewarded a quirk. A perfect, nothing short of perfection. It was a blessing to my family and a curse placed upon me.

With a quirk like mine I was forced into a multitude of activities. Music, dance, and gracefulness lessons from my father. Fighting, gymnastics, and quirk practicing lessons by my mother. All perfected, but never happy. Most days I came home tired, each day something different.

By time I was the time I was ten I primped and perfected in both business and heroics. Putting on a show of regal-ness. Only letting the mask chip away when I was alone.

Reaching high school is when I reached my peak. Praised my teachers and peers for my knowledge and quirk. An untouchable figure, above everyone else. I was tired, so tired. Just as most things do when too much pressure is put on their shoulders. They break...

New Introduction -

My life was always stocked up to perfect at least in the beginning. A big house, a big room, a loving family. But, inside it was actually a lot more conflicting than it seemed. Everyone thought they knew what was best for me, so much so they forgot about how I would actually feel. That was how everyone felt until I got my quirk.

I was 5 years old when it first arrived. It was a powerful one at that even if it had been a mental one. I blessing some called it, curse others called. It was a mind breaking for those who were weak, one often people feared things stronger than them. Things could all go wrong if I made a single wrong move with it activated. A single wrong, so I refused to use it.

My mother, a lower ranking hero, saw this as a way for her to further her career. I mean a future hero of a daughter, despite the whole world against her. It was something that the media would eat up, and well that they did. It only lasted so long though. This was one of the many things that sent my mother off the rails, off the rails and into a unsavory path.

My father was weary of me after my quirk was revealed, though I was not to be a hero in his eyes. A person to care for the company, an heir. This conflicted my mother and father, each had a different path for me. It was often that you could hear the fighting of my father and mother ring out in the house. No matter what, I went, or tried to hide. the echoes of their yells and screams would always reach me. The only comfort to me was a single servant. It seemed like she was like the only thing keeping me together, despite being so young.

It was two years later that dreadful night happened. Pulled out by my servant, she was so nice to me. She also wasn't afraid of me, I even got to hug her sometimes. She felt like a mother to me, she never deserved to see that. I still remember her face that night, that look that even haunts my own dreams. Despite me never witnessing what had happened. On her face I saw an emotion, an emotion that only years later did I learn about, the emotion of someone who had just witnessed death. A person who had such a horrid death that it would make people feel that they had seen a hundred deaths in a life time. We didn't have a body to bury.

It was two days later when I learned what happened, sure I knew. But, as a child I couldn't quite comprehend what exactly what went down. That my mother really killed my father, that my mother was being shipped off to jail with a life sentence.  That my father was buried with a empty casket. The funeral was horrid to those who knew, no one really wanted me. Except for one, so I was shipped off to go live with my uncle.

My uncle was a kind man, one of the kindest of the family. He took the time when he could, he did the best he could. But, caring for a child was too much, and it happened all too fast. A single man, who had just inherited a large company after his brother's wife murdered him, and not to include a child gifted into his care. Not to mention his was single, he had no experience or help from wife, or husband. So, he did what he could, for as long as he could. But, eventually he reached a point where he could no longer care for me. So, he made a decision. I never do blame my uncle, he was by far the best. But, to give him time, I was once again shipped off at the age of 9. Shipped off to another relative.

My grandmother, not the best choice as she was far too old to be caring for a child, but she was the only one who would accept me. As I was known to be a bad luck charm in the family at this point in time. This statement never did change after that though. Even years later I am still known as the bad luck charm. 

When I first came to my grandmother's house, I had hoped to be greeted by a warm hug. I mean that how all grandma's were seen. In truth I was really met with a set of rules. Nothing too harsh, most things were practically for a child, others not so much. The one that caused me the most pain through the years I spent there was rule number 1. I was absolutely not permitted to touch my grandmother, not even when I had my gloves on. Yet, another curse that was placed on me, this one was the result of my quirk like most others. The next three years of my life was preppy school, gloves, no privacy, and constant jeers.

School was not much of a difference either. Rumors followed me everywhere I went. Ones of my parents, ones of my quirk, and ones of my family in general. It wasn't only students but the teachers as well. They were always watching, when I talked, what I was doing, and who I touched. Especially on who I touched. So many baseless detentions came from that school, from both teachers and students. And of course me failing most classes, I just stopped caring. I refused to put my effort into things that will only get ridiculed more, or worse beat up. It seemed like nothing would end this terrible, terrible torture of this horrid house and school.

Until something did, it was not something I wished on someone, but it happened before I even knew it. When I was soon to be 13, my grandmother died. It just a simple heart-attack. So, a funeral was planned, and an invitation to relatives was sent out once again. In the end, I paid my respects, and left as soon as possible. I could already hear the whispers of gossip pass from member to member, I didn't want to be there any longer than I should. To this day they still think I killed my grandmother, just like my mother they would say. To which I say, "I was at school, getting kicked up behind the back, right by the bike racks."

Just as I thought it couldn't get worse, a miracle came forth down from the heavens. That miracle being my uncle and his wife, and well their two year old son. With them whisking me away from all those terrible people, I finally had a home. A home that was nice and welcoming. The one that made me feel happy, my aunt and uncle didn't feel like there just that. I felt like they had my parents my whole life, like I had an adorable baby brother who had to care for. Like I had parents, parents who wouldn't just throw away the gifts given to them from there child. And never once did they correct me when I called them Mom and Dad. I was happy, for the first time, in a long time.

Things had finally got better, and for once they stayed better. I got a restart button, a family, a new school, and a way of revenge. I had a plan to prove all of them wrong, and then I would shove it into all of their faces. I would become a hero, for me. Then I would shove it into my mother's face at prison, show it to all those bitchy relatives, and then when I leave this earth. I am also going to shove it all over my ancestors' faces, including my grandmother. This was my purpose, to be as petty as possible to them. That is how my career as a hero came to be.

Note - This was original supposed to be only the old introduction, but after finding out how short and rereading the cringe again, I rewrote it. I am very happy how it came out, and I enjoyed the pettiness of it all. Payton-