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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Bakugou_Katsuki/Midoriya_Izuku, Midoriya_Izuku/Everyone, Yamikumo_
      (Prototype_Izuku)/Midoriya_Izuku, Akatani_Mikumo/Midoriya_Izuku
  Character:
      Midoriya_Izuku, Yamikumo_(Prototype_Izuku), Bakugou_Katsuki, Bakugou
      Mitsuki, League_of_Villains_(My_Hero_Academia), Midoriya_Inko, Shigaraki
      Tomura_|_Shimura_Tenko, Kurogiri_(My_Hero_Academia), Sensei_|_All_For_One
  Additional Tags:
      Emotional/Psychological_Abuse, Demons_Made_Them_Do_It, Emotional
      Manipulation, Japanese_Mythology_&_Folklore, Unhealthy_Relationships,
      Villain_Midoriya_Izuku, Villain_Deku, BAMF_Midoriya_Izuku, Cute_Midoriya
      Izuku, Hurt/Comfort, Former_cinnamon_roll_turned_villainous, Demon
      Midoriya_Izuku, questionable_morals, Sexual_Abuse, Angst_and_Fluff_and
      Smut, Demons_Are_Assholes, Save_Deku_2017, Dark, Twincest, Twin_Deku,
      Demon_Deku, Tragedy, Angst_and_Tragedy, Bad_Ending, Pre-Slash
  Series:
      Part 1 of Loved_By_Demons_Villain_Deku
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-22 Completed: 2017-08-15 Chapters: 7/7 Words: 62367
****** A Willing Demon's Descent ******
by Unoutan
Summary
     This is how young Midoriya Izuku befriended an injured guardian angel
     with broken wings. They were always there, a second shadow caring for
     him, but in reality a demon found a new toy to play with and has
     other plans for the cute little human boy Izuku...
     A Demonic/Demon Possessed Villain! Deku origin story. (Bakudeku+Deku
     having a bad relationship with Demon!Prototype Deku)
***** Meeting the Problem *****
Chapter Notes
     This story is going be a dark fic with moments of fluff/fun/
     happiness, but yea, it's gonna be dark. Enjoy the start of this wild
     ride...
See the end of the chapter for more notes
This was but one fond and distant memory Midoriya Izuku cherished. He cherished
it because, that was when his life started to look up for a change:
A head rested on Izuku’s shoulder and lips opened to breathe out six simple
words to him. “I was going to kill you.”
The words sent a shiver down Midoriya Izuku’s spine at hearing the blunt truth,
but his mind was spinning too much that his voice emerged shaking, “I-I know.”
“So you wished to die," a light chuckle came from the demonic creature that
held Izuku close in a warm embrace…his claws traced Izuku’s back in mock
comfort. The demon's lips touched Izuku's blood splattered neck, feeling the
boy shake from the events that just transpired. "You know I was going to eat
your heart first, Midoriya Izuku.”
But the world stopped spinning when an instinctual response came from Midoriya
Izuku’s mouth. No shaking, but with complete certainty.
“I know.”
.
.
.
But for Midoriya Izuku, it all really began before that. He was just a child
that happened to notice something weird one summer day.
And it started with: “Mommy, I think a shadow is following me.”
Those were the first words Izuku said to his mother earlier that day at the
playground nearby their home. He took off running to play with his friends, but
his mother did not mind. The sun was shining bright and at its highest, beating
down on everyone, so the shadows were a blessing.
His mother was talking with three other adults at the playground, who were all
casually watching over their kids whilst talking together, “Oh dear, shadows
always follow you Izu-kun. That is how shadows are since they follow everyone,”
his mother answered him simply, not looking at him for she was still talking
with her friends. Izuku looked at his mother's sweet smile she always had while
talking with the other adults and sighed.
“I know thattt, but, but mom the shadow, it…” the strong tiny hands of Izuku
gripped onto his mother’s pant leg tighter wanting to get her attention.
Nonetheless, his mother continued talking with the other parents in the area,
like ‘Kacchan’s’ mother did, so after getting nothing he stopped bothering her.
At least his ‘Kacchan’ was there to make him feel better about this.
It was then the friend he was thinking of called to him loudly from a distance,
“Hey, Deku! What did she say?” Izuku turned his attention back to the jungle
gym dome, sand flying around when he took off running towards his friend
swinging about on it with two others…who weren’t really his friends.
Shaking his head, Izuku looked over at the shadow that was still there in the
same place as before and answered Bakugou, “She said shadows follow everyone…”
Then Bakugou Katsuki dropped down, his oversized black skull shirt ballooning
around him as he fell, and then laughed a hearty laugh in his face, “Haha! I
told you dummy! That’s what I said from the beginning!”
The two other kids from daycare that always are with ‘Kacchan’ joined in the
laughter. He forgot their names, but their names don't matter to Izuku anyway.
Frown forming on his face, Izuku insisted with a stomp of his foot, “No,
Kacchan! This one is different!” Walking forward to get into his friend’s
space, urging, hoping that he would believe him, Izuku yelled out to Katsuki,
“It is! It is a weird shadow, Kacchan!”
“Don’t yell at me Deku,” Katsuki screamed back and with a rough shove Izuku
fell on his butt with a yelp of pain. One of the other two boys of Bakugou
Katsuki laughed louder at him on the sandy ground than the other one did.
"Don't push people Kacchan." The sand that went in Izuku’s blue shorts and over
his red ‘All Might’ shirt was unpleasant.
Before the boy he glared down at could stand, Katsuki leaned over with a nasty
sneer of unbelief, “How then?”
“It’s not connected to something! Look!” Knowing that he was right to worry,
Izuku pointed at the extra shadow that was by the rocking teeter-totter
dolphins. It was close to them all, behind Katsuki and the other two boys. It
was there. The extra fourth shadow was there, unmoving and Izuku did not like
how it was following him...all day today.
It was near Izuku when he went to the sandbox alone to play, when he went to
retrieve a ball that Katsuki kicked too far and when he walked back over to his
mother to talk about the shadow; It was there too, unmoving behind his mother’s
group of friends who did not notice it, too wrapped up in their talks. Why was
it following him?
Where it was now though, its shadow did not look like the teeter-totter dolphin
shadows it was standing next to. With the sun beating down on everyone its form
was slanted and oval-like. It was like his own shadow under his own feet, and
Kacchan’s shadow too, but just without the Kacchan and him. The shape looking
like a person's shadow is what frightened Izuku the most now as he pulled
himself up and off the sandy ground.
Little Bakugou Katsuki turned around along with the other two kids to look at
what he saw. They all wanted to find the shadow Izuku was crying about. A
second passed and Katsuki turned back to spit out, “I don’t see nothing stupid,
Deku!! Nothing!”
Taking a step back away from ‘Kacchan,’ Izuku looked back and forth from the
extra shadow to his mother and to the now laughing kids in front of him. The
shadow then slowly began moving forward... soundless footprints formed in the
sand, but no one else could see. Only little Izuku could...and it was moving
closer to him.
Fear struck Izuku, his eyes widening with budding tears, he watched the shadow
stop behind Bakugou Katsuki and he had to do something before it hurt him, hurt
them!
“Hey, what-“ shoving Katsuki to the side, Izuku began moving his arms about
trying to push them away from the silent shadow. It was unmoving again, but
standing within their space as if joining the group of children. The other two
boys made sounds of protests and shoved Izuku back. Despite his continued
attempt to get them away, Izuku was unable make them and Katsuki was becoming
furious.
“Kacchan, guys, get awa-“ Izuku hit the ground harder than ever before with a
sharp pain stinging his cheek. A bruise was surely going to form.
Katsuki growled, his smoking fist lowering from the punch he delivered to the
crazy and dumb friend that was trying to scare them. “Stop messing around,
Deku! You’re annoying and we’re not scared of you!”
Izuku held his cheek, uselessly cradling it as if the pain may go if he does,
and his scraped knees shook from both fear and failure…always a failure, he was
a weird and weak, quirkless failure. Even though his thoughts were hurting him
too, Izuku still yelled out defiantly at his friend, “I’m not trying to be
scary! Look at it right-….” Green eyes widened at the ground, frantically
searching for the shadow.
Gone.
“Deku, you’re so weird! Stop it already and let's keep playing monkey on the
jungle gym or whatever. I want to play-EH! DEKU, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?” Tiny
sparks exploded more erratically from Bakugou’s hands when he screamed at the
boy who took off running from him.
Glaring at Midoriya Izuku leave him, Bakugou shrugged it off and forgot about
him. Whatever.
Izuku with frustrated tears already streaming down his red cheeks, yelled out
and begged his mother when he got closer to her, “Mommy, I wanna go home NOW!”
“Now, now, Izu-kun, Mommy is talking with-“ When Izuku fell to the ground with
hands gripping his shorts to let out a loud cry with snot and tears and
everything, did Midoriya Inko finally decide to turn away from the three women
she was once having a good conversation with. A wide smile on her face, Inko
knelt down to her child to pick him up and place his head against her shoulder,
cradling the upset boy. “Now, now, Izu-kun. Don’t be upset. What’s wrong, my
Izu-kun?”
“I don’t want to play anymore,” Izuku pressed his face against his mother’s
shoulder, her soft white cardigan giving him some comfort to calm his tears.
His usual hiccupping started up and so Inko rubbed his back, now understanding
how upset her son really is. Closing his eyes tightly, Izuku whispered, “C-can
we go home now?”
“Okay, my Izuku, let’s go home okay? Sorry girls, I gotta-“ The other women
waved her, stopped her from continuing her apology. They all understood and
started to pat Izuku’s back when they saw that he was shaking a bit from how
upset he was. “You and your wife have a great time together tomorrow, Kei-chan!
See you soon at work too! Same to you, Hono-chan and I’ll call you later,
Mitsuki-chan!”
Bakugou Mitsuki ruffled the fluffy dark green hair of the now quiet, but still
clearly distraught boy shrinking himself in Inko’s arms. Coming in close,
Mitsuki spoke to poor Izuku with a soothing voice hoping he may respond to her,
“You hang in there okay, bud?” With two little nods from the youngest Midoriya,
Mitsuki stated, “I might as well get outta here too since my little monkey is
gonna ask to go home too since his little Deku is gone. Excuse me girls."
The two women left behind under the shadows of the tree laughed and waved her
off too, but flinched when Mitsuki turned to her son that was jumping about on
the jungle gym, "HEY YOU LITTLE CRAP!”
Bakugou screamed, slipped and fell. Back flat on the ground, Mitsuki's angry
blond spawn screamed back, "WHAT MOM?”
“YOU LITTLE BRAT, WE’RE GOING HOME!” With a loud whine as a response, Mitsuki
stomped over and hauled her fighting monkey into her arms, dragging him away
from the other two kids that also whined. She smiled at the two other brats,
rays of sunshine exploding from her face, and told them that Katsuki's playtime
is over. Purse in one arm, Mitsuki then stomped in the opposite direction of
the Midoriya family. “YOU MADE LITTLE IZUKU CRY DIDN’T YOU?”
“I DIDN’T!!” A wind rushed by Bakugou’s blond bangs causing him to sputter
about in his mother’s arm more than usual.
"DAMN IT BRAT YOU DID." The extra shadow next to the Bakugou mother walking off
while holding her child then left their side to follow after Midoriya Izuku.
.
.
The yelling faded away when Inko and Midoriya walked further towards their
home. The humble little park nearby all their homes was a blessing and
convenience, since they all could meet up all the time; Inko loved to be with
her friends there and all of them had children the same age, so all the kids
could just be on their own together there. Patting Izuku's back gently, Inko
swayed a bit as she walked in an attempt to stop the tears that her shoulder
was damp from.
Looking up to the sky with a tranquil expression on her face, Inko contemplated
dropping her child down like a sac of dirt in the middle of the sidewalk and
leaving him there as he cried for her.
Inko’s hand that was resting on Izuku’s small back twitched once.
Shaking her head, Inko shook away her thoughts and asked her child that she
loved, “Now, dear Izu-kun…what has got you so upset? I haven’t seen you get
this upset before in a long time. Did Katsuki push you again? Didn’t I tell you
that you should do the same to him too if he did that?”
Leaning back to look at his mother, Izuku stared right into his mother’s eyes
and said with determination, “No, Kacchan didn’t make me cry this time,
but...I-I did push back. I defended me, like All Might would, but it was…”
Izuku trailed off when he saw that the ownerless shadow was back. It was
following his mother and him a few paces away, keeping the same distance as it
followed them down the empty street of the suburban area.
"You say 'I defended myself, like All Might would' Izu-kun..." She paused and
waited for her son to continue his explanation, but when he didn't Inko just
stayed silent knowing her son will continue eventually.
The tears in Izuku's eyes were forming again, but he wasn’t upset anymore…he
was going to say something to his mother to warn her from this thing. But then
a calming voice of an older boy he never heard before spoke inside his head,
which stopped him.
“Baby Izuku, I’m sorry for scaring you…I wanted to introduce myself, but it
didn’t go as planned.”
Something warm traced Izuku’s face. Invisible fingers gently brushed back his
wild dark green hair from blocking his eyes. Something like Kacchan's mother
does to him sometimes.
When Izuku blinked only once, the shadow that teleported to a distance right
behind them in seconds, disappeared on the ground. The little child Izuku had
to try and comprehend that yes, the shadow near his mom was gone and it did
speak to him. It apologized...to him.
His mother asked him what was wrong again, repeating her question of what got
him upset at the playground, for her child suddenly went quiet. However, Izuku
now did not feel the need to bring it up anymore; not after what the shadow did
and said to him, so Izuku shook his head and apologized to his mother,
“Nothing, I’m sorry mother…I really wanted to go home.”
“I understand Izu-kun…” Inko’s arm that was scooped under her boy's legs
twitched, and so did the hand that was gripping the upper back of Izuku’s
shirt. Closing her eyes, smile plastered on her face, Inko then continued
walking towards their home at a faster pace, “Well, no worries. We’ll be home
soon and you can nap a bit, okay?”
“Yes, mommy,” Placing his chin to rest on his mother’s wet white clothed
shoulder, Izuku watched the various shadows that made up the scenery of a
street behind his mother, but he saw nothing weird anymore.
Still, Izuku wondered if the shadow was still there, hiding and watching, being
invisible inside another shadow. He wondered…
.
.
.
By the time they both got back home, the boy Inko held in her arms was sound
asleep, quiet and at peace now with no hiccups. It was just a soft breath
tickling her neck.
Midoriya Inko undressed her son to get him out of his dirty playground clothes
and into some simple, easy to put on, All Might bright yellow pajamas. Woozy in
his sleep, Izuku somewhat listened to what she asked of him like for him to
lift his foot or for him to lift his arms up. Then when all was complete, Inko
tucked him in his bed making sure he was in the center, safe from getting
injured. The big bed prevented him from falling off and with it being placed
against two walls at a corner. It helped ease her constant worries...
Silently, Inko walked out and closed the door not wanting Izuku to awaken. She
then locked her son’s room door…then the second small metal bar lock and last,
but not least, the third chain-link lock. Her dark green eyes tired for various
reasons plaguing her since before she can remember. It’s been so long already
and the day is only halfway through…
Midoriya Inko would call Bakugou Mitsuki later though like she promised…maybe,
later.
Then she walked to her own room, a simple white room with a matching white
twin-sized bed, and shrugged off her white cardigan with an exasperated sigh.
It was dirty now. Tossing the saliva stained cardigan to the floor of her room,
Inko toppled over on her bed above the covers for she did not care for being
covered, but what she did care for was to go to sleep.
Too tired to think coherently right now, Inko shut herself off from the world
around her. She'll also pick up her outside clothes on the floor later.
Kicking off her house slippers, Inko closed her eyes and went away to the
comforts of the dark behind her eyelids, to escape to her various dreams of the
past. She dreamed of when her husband was still with her to shower her with
love and for her to do the same to him, to a time before bearing children was
even a thought.
Midoriya Inko dreamed of the happiness she once had.
.
.
.
“I know this is wrong. Very wrong, but…she’s dying.” No one responded
instantly, but he knew he came to the right place, the right time, the right
proposal. “Please. I know you can hear me, so answer me.”
The fates lined up for him, dooming him, yet blessing him.
"ANSWER ME DAMN IT!"
A small rickety looking, dust covered shrine temple with three steps that lead
up to a suzu bell with a bright red rope attached to it, was ill placed in the
middle of the vacant streets. But it appeared like the man who screamed out
wanted.
The haziness of this structure appearing then solidified, merging with the
reality where the man who spoke aloud to himself begged to the sky. It was
becoming late, but the orange sunset was still in the process of going down and
so the dark was not as prominent. The streetlights turned on and spotlighted
the man like a one-sided interrogation of a captured criminal.
The man kneeling on the ground spoke those words to no one, but after a minute
or two a low voice of another man echoed in his ears. “Of course you want to
save her, the love of your life. How is it wrong to want someone you love to
live? Saving her, it’s a heroic choice.”
“Don’t mock me,” the man held onto his arm that was hurting and then muttered
under his breath, “Turning from the Gods isn’t...”
“Tisk, tisk, tisk, I’d never mock someone for asking me help. And I can help
you, like I’ve helped many others. But can you say that you’ll willingly
sacrifice your own flesh to me so that you’ll save her?”
“I willingly sought you out didn’t I? Yes, I will sacrifice my own flesh to
save her, anything to prevent her from dying.”
“Such a good man…” the man spotlighted by the streetlights stared in fear when
his own shadow turn sideways, head in profile, to move its lips in sync with
the words that spoke in his head. A grin formed on the shadow, a nightmarish
image, unforgettable for it was his own appearance used against him. The shadow
spoke, “Your love for her is very strong…”
“It is.”
The cicadas were loud, buzzing within the trees and the heat strong despite the
dimming sun on that hot July afternoon. The orange streaked sky was still
bright, but the empty streets they were in seemed to grow darker now. The
shadows crawled inwards, surrounding them and engulfing all scenery in pitch
black.
“Alright then,” the approaching darkness surrounded the stolen shadow figure’s
head and bright red eyes glowed in the dark, erasing the orange sky, “Thank you
for the meal.”
The man gulped when the last spotlight over him shut off to leave him in
complete darkness. He felt his own sweat fall down his face accompanying the
dryness of his mouth. The heat was rising around them and the fires that
materialized around him, one by one, then danced excitedly...floating about
like blue tainted fireflies.
“So we have a deal then.”
“The deal is sealed.”
When the creature said that, it was like an arrow shot through his previously
wounded arm. The once dulling pain in his arm spiraled down into his flesh to
churn the blood there, reviving the coagulating wound back anew.
Then red irises surrounded by black blinked at him and he knew that the
creature of the four nights was smiling at him, knowing he knew all the
consequences; his punishment that will haunt him forever until his dying
breath. Those demonic eyes that smiled at him turned away with a haunting
slurp, satisfied with him. It disappeared with a blink, leaving the man
kneeling on the rough cement ground alone to bleed in the streets.
.
.
.
Warm. There was something warm touching his face, but when Izuku began to fully
awake the touch was gone.
Opening his big eyes slowly into the dimmed lighting of his room, Izuku laid
frozen in his bed covers for his nightmare continued to hold him down. It
silenced any scream he thought to release. He was able to take the nap his
mother said he would have, but sadly it was not a…very good sleepy time.
No sound in his room, but it was dark like how it is most of the time…with only
a single nightlight glowing its yellow light from a far corner near the
entrance. Some early afternoon light maneuvering through the closed curtains of
his window did cast a shadow on the floor though, so it was not too dark for
Izuku and his vision was adjusting as well.
A minute or two passed until he was able to move. Izuku anxiously climbed down
his bed and reached under it to get his current diary book that had green polka
dots on them.
Flashlight in hand, the young child climbed back up on his bed and crawled to
the middle to go under the covers. Head and arms out of the covers, Izuku began
to write down as best as he could on what happened in his weird and scary
dream. He’d like to forget it, but All Might said that saying or writing how
you feel is important of being a healthy person and even a good hero. And Izuku
wishes to be a hero when he is older.
“For a four year old, you got good ideas. And instincts from earlier today
too,” The same voice of the shadow teased from the darkness of little Midoriya
Izuku’s room. “Messy characters though and non-existent sentence structure, to
be expected, but you messed up the word ‘hero’ too…tisk, tisk, tisk, and you
want to be of all things a hero too don’t you, baby Izuku?”
The shadow was in his room and its voice took him by surprise.
Sucking in his breath Izuku began scrambling around in his bedding, kicking the
bed sheets that tangled around his legs. He scrambled for his pencil, but both
his diary and pencil were sent bouncing to the side on his bed. Luckily, they
did not go too far. Izuku, with his dull tipped pencil shakily held up was a
weapon, stood on his bed and backed up slowly until be touched the wall…just
incase.
With a stutter catching in his throat, Izuku asked the dark shadows of his room
for he did not know where the source was within it. It spoke from everywhere.
"Y-you s-said that you wanted to meet…w-why me? W-why are you f-following me?”
“You're scared. Back to square one, we are, I guess,” The voice sounded sad
again like when it apologized to him on the street before. Then suddenly the
voice spoke close to his right, “I though you accepted my apology? I’d think a
weak, but smart enough human kid like you would-”
“T-that was then! Not now! A-and j-just because, I got the bone thingy in my
foot different,” Izuku lifted up his foot for emphasis and stood taller on his
bed to yell, “That’s not like most in my c-c-class, I can still, I can, I mean
I’m not weak! C-c-come out of the shadows, I’m going to call my m-m-mommy a-
and-!”
“Whoa, I didn’t mean that. Calm down child." The shadows looked to the little
child’s shaking body and funny fighting stance that probably was his imitation
of his favorite hero, the number one hero. Eyes rolled within the dark and the
dull statement followed to match, “Baby Izuku, I was insulting your age. I was
not insulting that you were without a quirk.”
“Ahh!” Izuku fell on his butt on the bed and crab-walked back in a funny panic
to move away from the voice that moved closer to his left ear. Pencil still
uselessly gripped in his hand, Izuku stood up between the two big pillows on
his bed and then determinedly said, “O-oh…okay, b-but get out of my room! Y-
you’re not supposed to-I’ll scream, I’ll call my-”
“You know your mom is tired.”
“…Huh?” Izuku's hands lowered and his voice shrunk.
“-and sick.”
“…M-mommy is sick? B-but my mommy-“ Izuku’s pencil slipped out of his hand. The
darkness took that chance to discreetly remove the pencil, dulled it was, but
still sharp enough for a child to hurt themselves. It’s useless anyway with
such an object.
“Not dying! I'm sorry that came out wrong. More like with a cold with lots of
sniffles. You want your mother better, right? Anyway calling your Mom won’t do
a thing anyway since only you can see me.”
“My mommy is…” It was like a rug was pulled out from under the poor boy and the
darkness couldn’t help but move closer to the boy, drawn in.
“She’s been tired and sick for so long too, but don’t worry baby child,” Izuku
listened and his fists tightened from learning this…but he nodded that yes, he
would never want his mother hurt. Then Izuku felt a hand pat his head in a
soothing manner and he flinched, fists rising up in defense from the surprise.
“Why…what are-do you…” slowly getting out of the fighting position he took
while he stood atop his queen-sized bed, Izuku sunk back to his knees, calming
down. The petting on his head made him calmer. Izuku the looked at his All
Might designed bed sheets in thought with a pout of concentration, which the
shadow found adorable in the innocence of young human children. Shooting up to
look at the shadows around him, Izuku gripped his bed sheets because,
naturally, there was still fear in his heart but less now that he is able to
talk again to the shadows, “Um, what...do you mean I can only see you?”
“I’m glad you caught that. Let me be honest with you...I've, this sounds weird,
but I've been following you all your life baby Izuku. I know everything from
your mother being sick to your favorite food being katsudon and even your
friends too…I know them. Let’s say you were given to me to watch, a blessing.”
“A-are you…an a-ang-ang-“
The shadow’s voice had a skeptical sound to it, tone rising in disbelief when
it spoke, “Angel?” The invisible hand petting Izuku’s fluffy hair even paused.
“Yeah...um, are you? My mommy told me before that there are things called a-
angels, but that for us it’s g-guardian s-spirits or Gods and Goddesses that
help us when we go to the shrine. Are you a g-god or an a-a-ang-angel?”
“God, no, but I guess I could be like an angel,” A small chuckle rumbled
through Izuku’s body since the voice was speaking to him so close and then the
hand resumed stroking his hair absentmindedly. Izuku could feel fingers
slipping through his hair. Then the voice became tense when it continued, “But
I hurt myself a while back before you were born...badly. I fell far and almost
died from my broken wings, you know…”
“And a-ang-el can die from broken wings?”
“If a bird can’t fly, how can it fly to the worm to eat? It would starve...and
die. So, in order to heal I have to be close to someone in this world. The…Gods
gave you to me to watch and heal from just by being close to you."
"Like my All Might plushie?"
"Exactly like your plushie. Right now, I’m so weak that I can only cast my
shadow on the ground instead of my whole body. And if I am lucky, sometimes I
can touch.”
“So you can’t…touch all the time?” Izuku though that sounded very sad and
lonely.
“Yes,” Then the petting stopped and the voice sounded further again when it
spoke, closer to his sliding closet by the foot of his king bed. “Sorry for
touching you, I can stop. I-I hope you don’t mind though with everything else?
I really needed your help and...you’re my hope at getting better.”
The voice sounded like he was in pain and that made Izuku quickly say, "NO!"
Silence. And then the voice quietly called, "...I-Izuku?"
“I-I mean…” Looking down to think, lip bit in thought, Izuku did not mean to
push away this…angel…and, maybe one day, they could even be friends. Hopefully
they can be his friends until the voice gets better. Izuku looked up and smiled
brightly at the darkness of his room. “I’ll help you, a-and you can touch me!
You’re like my guardian a-a-angel now right?”
More silence. For a moment Izuku thought the angel within the shadows had left
him, but then lowly the voice spoke again a lot closer like before when the
shadow was petting his head, “I am…more like spirit. Shadow spirit, but happens
to be animal like...like those guardians at the shrine you visit with your
mother.”
“A-Are you a puppy? I love the puppy looking ones.” The child’s excitement for
dogs, so randomly asked, but the shadow spirit just smiled because...Midoriya
Izuku is just a young human child with four years to his soul existing.
Still, it’s a good thing the eye twitch the spirit did was unable to be seen in
his current form. Izuku comparing him to those annoying mutts was a little stab
in his ego, but his voice revealed nothing and his lips were still smiling.
Happily and proudly, Yamikumo told the excited child a bit more about himself,
“Anyway, since you have a hard time saying angel, and I'll be with you for a
long time for now...how about you call me your shadow?”
Clapping his hands together once, Izuku cheerfully responded, Okay, shadow-san,
b-but don’t um...scare me like today anymore please.”
“Since I’m a spirit, I sometimes can’t help that though baby Izuku. But yes,
I’ll try my best. I truly am sorry about that.”
“It's okay. But wait, shadow-san, shadow-san isn’t your name right?”
The being within the shadow wondered why that was important, but he still
answered the young child. “No…”
“Um, c-can you tell me your name?" That familiar stuttering due to a lack of
confidence started up again from the child. "You know m-mine s-so...I don’t
mean. Er, y-you don’t have to though…and I can-maybe we can be…”
Staring down at the boy that looked up at him muttering out words, eyes wide
with innocence and purity, contradicted the small boy’s aura; an aura that was
budding with future possibilities that would work in the shadow's favor. The
shadow sat down on the queen-sized bed of the small child. Honestly, the weak
human child looked like the queen-bed could come alive and eat him up at any
moment, tearing the flesh apart in an instant.
Midoriya Izuku has such a fragile body, like all of humans with a mortality
cruelly attached to them fated to always end, but this boy has the perfect aura
that can be completely and easily-but no, not now.
Happiness comes to those who wait.
Squeaking from the extra weight sitting on his bed, Izuku stopped muttering to
the shadow spirit near him when the spirit poked his face and giggled at the
stunned face he made. After a moment of consideration, the nicknamed ‘shadow-
san’ gave his real name to a human for the first time ever.
"My name is…Yamikumo."
“Yamikumo…shadow and," the human child put his hands together and mimicked an
arachnid. Such a cute human this Midoriya Izuku. The smile of the shadow grew
as he watched the boy wriggle his fingers, moving his arms up. “Um, s-spider?”
“Or a cloud that appears with rain. You can call me Yamikun if you want too,
but Yamikun is only between us, okay? Our secret, just like my, wait…would you
like to see me?” Knowing that curiosity will get to him, the shadow smiled and
stopped petting the young boy when he got a hyperactive positive nod, back and
forth.
The light on Izuku’s desk table flickered on and squeaked off-key when it
adjusted itself to face towards them. Izuku blinked a few times from the light
facing his direction, but then with one eye closed he stared at the shadow
being he could not see in front of him.
The shadow waited. Blinking confused at his sliding closet at the end of his
door, Izuku remembered that…the voice could only exist as a shadow.
When Izuku turned to look at the wall to his left he saw the shadow of a boy
that looked older than him. The shadow Yamikumo, looked to be the shape of a
middle school or maybe a high school kid, similar to those bigger and taller
boys that walk to the nearby school with their black uniforms. The figure of
Yamikumo seemed to be wearing a short yukata with his sleeves tied back, but
what caught Izuku's attention the most were the two tall pointed triangle ears
atop fluffy, wild, hair that looked similar to his own...just a bit longer on
one side. Izuku gasped in awe when the lump pressed against the figure's torso
moved away to reveal four long, fluffy looking tails. The tails of Yamikumo
moved like a puppy.
The profile of the shadow then looked down at him and Izuku gulped, feeling
nervous again, yet excited at the spirit he was going to try and befriend.
Yamikumo waited for the child to speak and when he did it was full with all the
excitement, “It’s nice to meet you, Yamikun! I’m Midoriya Izuku. You can call
me, Izu-kun, like momma does.”
“Izu-kun,” Izuku smiled when the spirit called his name. The boy's excitement
grew stronger when Yamikumo chuckled and gave him a little polite bow. “Nice to
meet you.”
The shadow spirit waited for the young child to fall for it, to fall for the
bait quick since practically all children love animals and of course, Izuku
fell for it. His four tails swaying behind him in a manner that made Izuku’s
smile widen, Yamikumo tilted his head innocently when the boy yelled, “Your
tails!!”
“Well don’t just gawk at them and just so you'll know, I’m a Kitsune.”
Yamikumo's invisible toothy grin grew when the boy sat up a bit, his hands
lifting off his bed.
“C-can I really…” Before the boy could finish Yamikumo hopped on the bed,
making the bed and boy bounce up from his enthusiastic actions. His enthusiasm
spread to the boy too. Yamikumo leaned in close and waved his long fluffy tails
over Izuku’s hands to let the boy touch them. Even though Izuku could not see
the tails, he was clearly enjoying himself and the young child looked up to
where he guessed the invisible shadow’s face would be with starry eyes.
“Yamikun, your tail is so soft!"
Yamikumo obliged the boy. The small child that was praising him, expressing his
complete excitement over him, amused him. So when Izuku, held out his hand to
reach up to his head, Yamikumo bent his head down slightly so he could reach.
Gently, little Midoriya Izuku pet one of his ears and just to make the boy
laugh, Yamikumo twitched one ear a few times. Looking at the human this close,
with those big green eyes which were even prettier up close, he wondered how
the human would look by age thirteen or older. The boy will probably be quite
handsome with that face, eyes in combo with those freckles brushed along his
cheeks.
Quite adorable. It's just too bad the boy would not live that long. Licking his
lips, Yamikumo closed his eyes and let the human continue to touch his ears and
tail knowing that this won’t last because, since humans are so frail.
Midoriya Izuku will die by age nine or ten at most
and Yamikumo will make sure it happens...
Chapter End Notes
     To be Continued!
     I hope you enjoyed part 1 of my budding demon worshiper and Villain
     Midoriya Izuku. This is gonna be it's on story, but I am going to
     make this a series as well, so expect more soon. I hope you liked it!
     Be sure to show the love in comments and or kudos! <3 -Unoutan
***** A Consuming Childhood *****
Chapter Summary
     More secrets are revealed, video games are played, demons watch and
     the nights are eventful. Midoriya Izuku is happy...kind of.
     Enjoy this extra long chapter! I'm so happy for all the kudo love
     from just the first chapter, as well as the love I'm getting for my
     other two fics of Truth telling Izuku + Vampire Izuku. Thank you and
     enjoy!
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
It was evident that the mother was not going to come check on her son for the
rest of the night. Yamikumo can hear everything in the apartment complex and
Inko was asleep, dead to the world. It was nothing new. Midoriya Izuku was left
alone, locked in his room to play in solitude a few times before by his mother
with only the sound of crying to awaken her hours later. Today is especially
funny with how Midoriya Inko slept through yelps and screams of her son when a
shadowy stranger entered his room.
The poor child, to be born with misfortune and surrounded by a life filled with
pain that wasn’t his fault.
As Yamikumo and all his ilk say: A collection of tainted souls grows stronger
when together in a beautiful endless cycle. The collective aura of the Midoriya
home deteriorates every day, so the finale of this family is ending soon.
However, it will not end yet.
Izuku’s current situation of being locked in his room alone for hours was
different this time and it was all because, Yamikumo was with him. A wonderful
change to the many times the human child just sat in his dark room scribbling
away in silence until he fell asleep. It was a start of something new between
them both, but while he had other ideas, Midoriya Izuku only thought of
friendship.
So, after a few hours of playing with the boy, writing and drawing, reading a
bunch of children’s books with talking bunnies and playing tag while in his
two-tailed fox form, Yamikumo distracted the boy from hunger and thirst,
effectively tiring him.
Looking down at the child dozing off on his stomach, Yamikumo batted one paw
carefully through Izuku’s slightly tangled hair to awaken him since the drowsy
boy began to drool on his fur. One red iris of an eye flashed once in the
shadow of the fox, but Yamikumo’s bashful and contradicting voice whispered to
Izuku, “Um, Izu-kun…you’re falling asleep.”
“AH! Stop hitting me! Kaac-wait…Oh! Um, Yamik-k-kun, I-I thought you w-
were…Kacchan.” Izuku jumping up quickly in fear made Yamikumo smirk when the
appealing scent floated to his snout, but when Izuku rubbed his eyes and
yawned, the fear disappeared since Izuku was too distracted by his exhaustion.
“I’m not your Kacchan, Izu-kun, but I know you're tired. I think you should go
to bed properly now since it is quite late.” He was the humble and injured
‘spirit’ he befriended, whose speech unknowingly is littered with deceit and
whose presence equates suffering. Yamikumo is a spirit fox, a field fox, a
kitsune, yako…a nogitsune; A demon amongst countless others that feed off all
forms of negativity in the world and fosters its continued growth, to thrive
and consume it.
“Y-yes…s-sorry…Yamikun.” Taking a deep breath, Izuku squinted at him due to the
bright light from his desk and smiled sleepily, when he felt a tail brush his
face as Yamikumo transformed back to his human-like shape. Hiding his claws,
Yamikumo held out a hand to help the boy stand up with him. “I had a dream
where K-Kacchan kept smacking my arm during lunch break in school again.”
“That’s alright.” Straightening out the bottom of his over the knee yukata,
Yamikumo stretched out his legs and cracked his neck to loosen up from staying
in one position for a while. “A bad dream is a bad dream.”
“Also…umm, I have…a q-q-question.” Standing up, Izuku looked at the wall at the
shadow of Yamikumo, who was rubbing his fluffy looking hair, and looked away to
the ground. The human child, shy all over again and stuttering, then turned to
look up at where Yamikumo’s face would be and began to ask, “W-will…you…”
“Yes, Izu-kun?” Be nice. He really just wants this cute human child to go to
sleep already. “Will I what?”
A light blush was forming on the boy’s freckled cheeks and Yamikumo wanted to
bite into them and suck all the blood out. He’s seen the boy like this before,
all shy to others, but he is a lot cuter when it’s directed at him. “S-still be
um h-here tomorrow to…play w-with me again?”
“Yes, Izu-kun. I will be here and always watching over you, so we can play.” In
order to stop himself from shamelessly licking his lips, Yamikumo placed his
hands on his hips and leaned down to look closer at the small boy blushing, all
shy at what he asked of him. Izuku squeaked when he felt two hands sweep him up
into the air again, to make him look like he was floating in the air. Izuku
covered his mouth with both his hands, enjoying his floating through the air
for a short-lived moment before being tucked into his bed by his new friend.
“Good night, Yamikun.” Covers were pulled over Izuku and the boy’s eyelids
slowly closed. The last thing the child Izuku saw was the switch of his lamp
getting flipping off. “I had a lot of…fun…today.”
“Me too. I had fun talking to you and getting to meet you. Now have a good rest
baby Izu-kun.” Well, nice to accidentally meet, since today did not go
completely as planned with how Midoriya Izuku was able to see him. And after
four years of age to just randomly spot him was just...anyway, it’s fine for
Yamikumo. He could work with this.
At least for the meantime, his now aware, sweet human child will entertain
Yamikumo whenever they are together...which would be always, unless that man
calls him back to bother him more. He wants Midoriya Izuku to prosper as much
as he can and as fast as he can. He wants the flower until it wilts, dies with
his beating heart freshly torn from his chest with his own claws, if his theory
actually works that is…and playing with an oblivious pet is not that fun
anyway. It would be too one-sided and redundant all day, every night, killing
the sweet child slowly everyday.
Midoriya smiled when he felt Yamikumo’s extra weight, as well as the warmth of
someone resting down in bed next to him. The boy closed his eyes and snuggled
back into Yamikumo and then dozed off into a long night filled with continued
unrest. The boy tossed and turned in his arms while under the covers. And
Yamikumo wouldn’t have it any other way, not anymore. If only all their victims
were like Midoriya Izuku…it’s too bad. Maybe one day he’ll be lucky again when
this one is gone.
Red eyes glowed in the dark and leaned over Izuku’s face to press a kiss to a
bruised cheek. The gentle kiss then slid down the small child’s face, to his
jaw and even lower under the boy’s chin; With experienced preciseness, having
done the same so many continued nights before in secret to Izuku and various
others in the past, Yamikumo bit down with sharp fangs into Izuku’s exposed
jugular.
The real nightmare started.
People, familiar silhouettes of strangers, neighbors, teachers, classmates
and…Kacchan gathered around Izuku. A single moving light shone on one of the
silhouettes and it happened to be Kacchan’s, however, it wasn’t Kacchan. He had
no expressions, no nothing, no eyes, no nose, no mouth…just a blank slate, but
Izuku still felt that he…they all were watching him. The dark and silent
figures stood there unmoving as the single spotlight began to quickly rotate
above Izuku’s head, building up speed as it moved up and down shinning a light
over every missing face of the people around him.
Tears dripped down Izuku’s face as he cried without sound, shaking on his hands
and knees, alone in the center of the flashing lights that chaotically spun
around him to highlight all the silhouettes’ blank faces. Sadly, this was only
the beginning for the ‘baby’ Izuku.
A distant voice echoed in Izuku’s horrific nightmares and it was thankful to
him, always mockingly thankful. “Thank you for the meal.”
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.
When the silent tears of the sleeping Midoriya Izuku dried, the nightmare
ending for tonight, the shadow of another fox materialized from outside the
window and its shadow stretched far into the room. Yamikumo opened one eye to
look at the other and gave the girl a charming smile. Though the sun has long
since set, the night was still young for the two demons hovering over a
sleeping Izuku.
Yuu swung her two tails over the All Might themed bed covers and she sat down,
brown fox eyes looking at Izuku and then at her friend, “What happened to the
whole ‘I’m not a young brat’ and yet, here you are playing with your food, ehh
Yamikumo-kun?”
“I didn’t think this was possible really, but it did for someone like me.” He
closed his eyes, head held high and declared with a fair amount of snob to the
female fox that carefully began to walk on Izuku’s bed, “But I do think food
should be savored, Yuuchan…”
“Yuuchan, really?” Staring up at her friend that gave her a teasing expression,
Yuu shook out her black fur and traced one long light brown tipped tail over
the young human’s arm, which was out of the covers. Her fur brushed the skin of
Izuku’s hand. “And I agree with you on that Yamikumo, but don’t you think nine
years is a bit long? You’re going to get attached.”
“And, so what if I do? As if getting attached to food is a bad thing…”
Placing a paw on one side of her jaw, Yuu chuckled out a, “Hehehe, very true.
Why stop when the getting is good.”
“Especially if that getting let’s you give too, over and over-”
She saw the mistake she made immediately. “Don’t you say it-”
“-You know like sex.”
Yuu threw her snout back and stuck her tongue out with an, “Ughhh. You’ve been
hanging with Sensei’s disposable villain foot soldiers too much.”
“They’re a descent snack. Anyway, I’m just going to savor everything from
Midoriya Izuku until his other use runs out.”
“And that…other use is?” Yamikumo smirked, not answering her, and leaned back
on the bed a foot away from the sleeping Izuku with his arms crossed behind his
neck. Yuu shook her head when she sighed out a resigned, “Well, I’m off to eat
with the group like a normal fox. Meet up soon, okay? Sensei asked for us at
the usual spot. Oh and, Katsuki-senpai misses you, but so do I.”
“I will, Yuu.”
“But seriously, what have you been hiding from Katsuki-senpai and I, Yamikumo?
What’s so important about this human?”
“If I tell you I’ll spoil the surprise, Yuu. It’s a work in progress.”
“Give me a hint. No details, just something or then I won’t allow Kurogiri to
give you sake anymore.”
“Evil trickster,” Yuu giggled at the joke Yamikumo made and tilted her fox head
in anticipation to what he was going to reveal, but he shot her down with a
teasing tone, “I’ll tell you and Katsuki-senpai as soon as my plan works.
Maybe. If and when it works for me…it’ll be impossible to miss.”
She sighed again in disappointment, but then she dropped it with a cheerful
jump back to the windowsill outside. Turning her smirking snout to look back at
her fellow fox demon, Yuu shot a look at the small child sleeping to say,
“Well, I cannot wait for the surprise then.”
When she disappeared, Yamikumo turned to look at the boy clutching his pillow
for dear life knowing that he won’t wake up until later in the morning. More
tears formed in Izuku’s closed eyes and dampened his bruised cheek courtesy of
that Bakugou child. Izuku did not awaken when Yamikumo slid his shadow under
the covers this time to sleep closer to the child, a real sleep this time since
he was already full for tonight.
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.
.
Inko blinked at the darkness…how long has she been asleep? She looked at her
clock and it said 5:15am. Long time. Did she lock the main door? She did and
quadruple checked…or was that yesterday? Nevermind. Did Izuku- Inko frantically
threw herself out of bed and ran down the hallway towards her son.
Hands shaking, Inko unlocked the three locks of Izuku’s room door as fast as
she can and the room was so quiet inside. She irresponsibly left her son again,
her only son inside for hours without food, water-she’s horrible, she’s bad,
she’s-…Slamming the doors open, Inko was about to run to Izuku, but stopped
when she saw him sleeping peacefully. Slowly, she backed away until she touched
the wall at her back with her eyes slowly closing in relief, but soon she
curled in on herself, gripping her scalp, digging her nails into her skin and
grinding her teeth together to the point that she thought her teeth may break.
She’ll wait, like always, for her son to awake up on his own…she’ll apologize,
again and again, let him pee, feed him, hold him and fuss over him, but then it
will rinse and repeat. Yamikumo stood in the middle of the room and watched
Izuku in silence, while the mother behind him cried.
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.
.
It would be two years later when Izuku was given his first hint to what
Yamikumo was doing to him, but the hint didn’t do much…not with how he was back
then.
“HEYYYY GIRL! Open up this door! I got a fu-shi-a lot of gifts like chocolate,
instant ramen packs and pastries from that new cute as fuuuu-fun bakery around
near my home.” Two out of three knocks by Bakugou Mitsuki on the door
successfully squeaked open the main apartment door and both Bakugou’s blinked
in confusion at that. “INKO, WHAT THE HELL, WAS THIS OPEN ALL NIGHT?”
“Mom,” Trailing behind his mother with an angry pout, Bakugou’s eyes seemed to
perk up suddenly when he ran up to tug on her pants leg to ask, “What does hell
mean?”
“It’s an expression for anger, brat, and a place too for some. Don’t say it in
school.”
“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, MOM!”
“You are ten damn years too young to say that, you little brat! Go find little
Izuku, play together and have fun. Don’t be a jerk sweetie, Jesus. INKO I’M
COMING IN AND LOCKING THE DOOR.”
Popping her head from the kitchen entrance with a spatula waving in her hand,
Inko cheerily replied to her dear friend when she slammed the door shut, “Good
morning, my Mitsuki-chan! You caught me on such short notice this morning, so
I’m still making us all breakfast. Let’s have a fun play day today! Hello
there, my Katsuki-chan!”
“Goooood morningggggg,” Bakugou groaned out a greeting, but screamed when his
mom’s strong hand forced him to pitch over to do a bow. When he was released,
Bakugou threw off his shoes and made one shoe hit his mother’s shin to make her
yell, so he ran off quick before she could get him.
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.
Bakugou house slippers slapped the ground loudly as he thundered away from his
mother, but slowed to a sneaky tiptoe when he got closer to Deku’s room down
the hallway. He try and scare the little weak Midoriya Izuku, but stopped when
he heard Izuku talking in a tone that was attempting to be quiet, “T-they’re
here r-right now? Okay then, I’ll see later and we’ll play again out-“
“DEKU!” Throwing open the door, Bakugou snorted when he saw Izuku clumsily slip
off his bed to the floor in a rain of crayons and paper. “Who you talking to?”
Gulping, Izuku thought quick to what Yamikumo told him and said, “W-well, um my
imaginary friend.”
“Imaginary friend.” He watched Izuku stand up and walk over to his small
television and videogame set, with a smirk on his face since his favorite game
right now is the new All Might fighting game. Izuku didn’t beat it yet and
needs help getting through the next level, so Bakugou confidently sat down,
controller in one hand and the other that pushed Izuku out of his way. “Since
when have you had an imaginary friend, weird Deku? What are you, two?”
“W-we are only six, Kacchan. It’s not far from two.”
“I CAN COUNT. But you still act like a baby, a baby that keeps going to all the
doctors. Did the fourth doctor you seen be all ‘you’re quirkless’ too?”
“…Y-yes, Kacchan. Don’t be mean. Mom is nice and g-getting…a-a lot of opi-
opinions from other people. I have one more doctor tomorrow.”
Bakugou Katsuki opened his mouth to scream at Izuku, but stopped when he saw
something weird from underneath his smaller friend’s shirt near his neck. It
looked black and bluish, and just…weirder than normal with Izuku…Katsuki was
interested. Izuku was looking at the screen, ignoring his staring or not
noticing how quiet he was, so he did not see it coming when Bakugou tackled
him. He yelled at Bakugou to stop whatever he was trying to grab, but Katsuki
yelled for him to be quiet and sat on him so that he could not move.
Face smack down on the floor, Izuku wasn’t scared anymore of getting hurt by
his Kacchan for he was confused when Katsuki tugged the collar of his and
declared, “Ew, what is this, Deku?”
“Huh? What’s ew?”
“Right here.” Bakugou poked Izuku’s neck and shoulders. “You can’t even feel
that, Deku? Did the docs see that too? Ugh, it looks weird!”
“K-kacchan…” When Bakugou got off him, Izuku pulled down the neck of his All
Might t-shirt to look more and that made Bakugou flap his hands at him. Izuku
looked up at his friend turning away with an even more disgusted sound, since
Izuku showed the front of his neck and top chest. “W-what do you mean?”
“You have these bruise marks on your neck that looks all purple blue thing
color, but it’s kind of red too like cuts! I know because, I accidentally hit
my mom before with a baseball during practice before a game and she yelled
‘fuck’ at the sky so loud, whatever that means.” Bakugou shrugged and then
leaned over closer to look at Izuku’s chest and neck area.
Izuku wondered what was wrong with his friend. Maybe he is just playing with
him, like a practical joke since that is what Katsuki sometimes with the other
kids. So Izuku forgot. He would forget about what Katsuki saw that day because,
no one else would see it. His mother won’t see, his classmates would never
bring it up and when he asked Yamikun if he could, he said, “I don’t see
anything though, Izu-kun. That Kacchan is a real joker isn’t he, though this
isn’t that funny to me.”
So, Izuku would forget it at that time.
“Know what else it looks like?” The All Might story fighting game main menu
played in the background, but Bakugou glared at his neck and then back up to
his face, making Izuku gulp. “It looks like when I got bit by Skull a few weeks
ago, remember that stupid dog? She bit me so hard it looked all red and blue
like that on my right leg.”
“Wait, you got bit by Skull, that mean neighbor dog, why did it bite you? Did
you taunt it or something or-“ Izuku forgot about himself.
“No! It just bit me. Forget it.” Turning away to click ‘start’ on the menu,
Bakugou did not see Izuku moving closer to him to look at his legs. “It just
went for my leftover karaage fried chicken I was holding from the restaurant my
mom, dad and I were walking back from and-DEKU!”
Rolling back down the short pants Izuku was touching and looking under, Bakugou
slapped the boy’s hands away from him with reddening cheeks for he hates it
when people fuss over him. Especially Izuku.
“But Kacchan! Is the bite you got from Skull okay now?“
Blowing his bangs of blond hair away from his eyes, Bakugou eyed Izuku when the
boy did the same thing as him and just made him a face that said ‘tell me
everything’. Glaring at Izuku, Bakugou pressed ‘start’ on the game and growled
out, “That’s not the point. Yours is all-eeeeew.”
“I-I guess then, I fell, if you want to know.” Izuku lied for he was confused
since he could not see what his good friend was able to see, but knowing how
volatile he could be…Izuku just nodded and hesitantly answered while looking
away to the game screen, “Um…yeah okay. Let’s j-just play this game, s-so you
can help me beat it, Kacchan.”
“…fine be like that. Clumsy Deku, let’s just play then since you’re so weak and
can’t beat this easy game on your own.”
“It’s not easy.” He muttered low so that Katsuki can’t hear him and adjusted
his crumpled shirt as he made himself comfortable next to his friend. He put
down his own controller to watch Katsuki play in contemplative silence.
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After playing with Kacchan that morning, eating breakfast, and playing again
till lunch, Izuku was still having fun with his friend thanks to the All Might
game, but it came to an abrupt end. Sadly, that would be the last play day his
mother would have with the Bakugou mother and in turn, the last play day with
Bakugou in his home. It was another piece in place that helped Izuku fall.
A knock on his door, Izuku looked up at his mother that was staring down at him
and Kacchan with an upset expression. “Katsuki-kun, your mother wants you,
you’re going home now.”
Pausing the game, Bakugou lifted his head from Izuku’s folded legs that was his
pillow on the floor while he was focusing on the game and whined out, “Eh? Mom
said we’d be here for the whole-“
Hand slipping away from Katsuki’s blond hair, Izuku also whined, “But mommyyy-”
“Now, Izu-kun, do not-“
“Brat.” Inko flinched, sweat dripping down her shock stricken face, when
Mitsuki darkly spoke from behind her and then pushing her aside to enter
Izuku’s room. Inko did not expect for Mitsuki to follow her when she ran off to
the kids. “Something came up and Inko needs to be alone. Little Izuku do you
want to come over to let your mother have some alone time to cool off?”
“I-I’d like that, Auntie Bakugou-san!” Game finished saving to the memory card,
Izuku pulled the memory card out and smile when he looked to Bakugou hurriedly
shutting off his gaming system, growling under his breath by how long it was
taking. “You can help me beat it, Kacchan!”
“DIDN’T I JUST SAY I WOULD, DEKU.” Grabbing Deku’s visible All Might hoodie
that was on the floor close to his own bright red hoodie, Bakugou grabbed
Izuku’s hand and began to drag Izuku away. “I’m gonna be the best hero ever, so
this mission is nothing.”
“You’re not taking my son from me, Mitsuki-chan.” The honorific was said barely
hidden contempt and Inko grab her son’s hand tightly to tug him away from
Katsuki.
The videogame memory card fell to the ground.
Materializing into the shadows of Inko’s room that was down and across the
hallway from Izuku’s room, Yamikumo appeared back at the Midoriya residence. He
huffed in amusement at what was going on when he arrived...blood sliding down
his hands. It took them long enough for the Bakugou family to grow a spine to
try and step in to help with what they think is happening to little Izuku. Too
bad their senses are not polished enough, ancient familial powers, traditions
and superstitions too distant in their family tree for them to know anything.
Blame misdirected, but they had their hearts in the right place.
But it wasn’t like the Bakugou family’s intuition was completely wrong for they
were right that something was wrong with the mother Midoriya. It just wasn’t
the demon’s doing…he’s only been adding kindling to the flame. Eyes narrowing
at the bed, Yamikumo traced his fingers over Inko’s pillow and stroked the
source of the dark residual aura that stretched through the house, covering
every surface. It cleaned the blood from his hands as he waited in the other
room, listening to the chaos:
When Inko held her son, Katsuki yelled out and refused to let Izuku’s hand go
when he leaned back on his heels to pull away. Izuku yelled out in pain at
being tugged in opposite directions, but luckily Mitsuki confidently stepped in
to pull apart both parties away from the distressed child caught in the middle.
Both of Izuku’s hands were now in Bakugou Mitsuki’s soft hands, her fingernails
matched her red eyes as they looked past the upset child’s crumpled shirt and
at the boy’s skin.
She could not see it, but she could feel it. Every time she touches the boy
with a high five, a hug or a hair ruffle, every single time, she could feel
it...the something surrounding the boy. It wrapped around him like a
constrictor and when she moved away from the boy she senses an animal ready to
strike.
With a calm fury, Bakugou Mitsuki let go of Izuku’s hands to rest her hands on
his shoulder to dust off the unseen, intrusive and clinging vibe that leaned on
little Izuku, pushing him further down and away from her reach. She stopped
dusting, knowing it would look funny if she continued longer and the vibe
remained wanting to strike her, there on Izuku’s shoulders, like always.
Mitsuki stood up straight with hands on her hips and a tense and angry
sternness to her voice, “Inko, damn it, I’m not taking your son away. I said
what I said and I mean it, but I don’t want to take him away for good. What I
suggested was that you need to watch yourself more and your son who seems to
have a heavy weight on him. I don’t want little Izuku hurt and I don’t want
you-“
“Get out of my house.”
“Goddamn it, Inko, let me-”
“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE.”
Katsuki frowned at the weirdo mother of the weirdo Deku and then to his actual
Deku when the boy sadly held out the memory card to him and dejectedly told
him, “I-I’m sorry…Kacchan, I wanted to come b-but-maybe you can beat it for me,
since I can’t.”
“Why would I-“
“So you can be the hero that helps me.”
Rolling his eyes, Bakugou crossed his arms to ignore the smaller boy that
pressed the memory card to his arm, hoping that he would just take it. “It’s
dumb playing it for you and you’re not there to watch me, stupid weir-AHH MOM!”
Bakugou rubbed the back of his head in pain when his mom hit him and angrily
shrugged off the concerned hands of Izuku when he reached out to touch him.
With one final hair ruffle, Bakugou Mitsuki said a sweet farewell to Izuku and
walked out with her kicking son, who kicked the door on the way out leaving a
small splinter in the wood. “I’ll see you later, little Izuku, okay bud? Your
mother is…needs some her time right now, so be a good boy to her today.”
“Y-yes, Auntie…” With a wide smile Mitsuki gave him a thumbs up, but Mitsuki’s
disappeared when she shot a look toward his mother who only looked at her feet.
When the front door of her home was slammed shut the sound echoed and made his
mother flinch a second time from her friend Mitsuki’s actions. Izuku carefully
walked towards his mother and asked with a little voice and a hand to her knee,
“M-mommy…a-are you alright?”
When his mother looked up fast to look at him, fresh tears pouring down her
face, she picked up her son and hugged him to her chest and so Izuku held her.
Her son was the one comfort she had right now, a comfort she loves, even if
that comfort was a reminder that her son was so different, so weak, but so
sweet like her husband…and then she held Izuku away from her.
“I’m fine Hisashi.”
“…Izu-kun.” Izuku sat on his bed by himself, his tears still falling down his
face at the weird name his mother called him. He wondered who Hisashi might be…
“…huh?” Those big green eyes of her son stared at her with tears and worry in
his eyes, but she only saw-
“I-I’m Izu-kun.”
“Iz…-Ah, yes, Izu-kun. I have to sleep now.” The young child became more
worried when his mother picked him up from under his armpits, off her lap, and
placed him to her side on the bed to roughly rub her face with her sleeve.
Holding onto the bottom of his mother’s blouse to stop her from going away,
Izuku shakily spoke, “M-m-mommy where are…are you a-alrig-?”
“Stay here and play for me, okay?”
“W-what? But momm-“
“Be a good boy for your Mommy, Izu-kun, and stay here and play by yourself like
a big boy. I’m really tired.” His mother stood up, her blouse pulled away from
his grasp, and then she walked way to the door to shut it with a click. The
sound of the locks followed after and Izuku was left inside, his lip trembling
as tears fell harder down his eyes when he jumped off his bed to run to the
door. He slammed against the door and hit his firsts on the bed uselessly, but
he continued until his arms were sore hoping his mother might come back.
Yamikumo exited Inko’s room when she ran inside and locked the door behind her.
“It’s going to be, so long again till, ” He stopped hitting the door then and
resigned to his situation again to be by himself at least for now, “Yamikun
comes back. I hope he comes back soon.” On the floor, Izuku began to scribble
in his notebook and draw about his favorite heroes, but mostly All Might, just
to kill time until his friend comes to be with him again. Think of All Might,
Best Jeanist, Endeavor, anyone and all the amazing heroes for he had to, wanted
too since he loves them all, or he may start crying harder than he already is…
.
.
Five minutes before five in the afternoon, about two hours passed before
Yamikumo decided to appear before the little human boy locked in his room. The
aura that built from within the room and seeped out from the cracks in the
door, already satisfied him enough that he won’t need to spend energy on the
nightmares he weaves for the child every other night. He is full and his body
hummed with satisfaction at consuming all the pain from Izuku’s aura, yet the
demon wasn’t done. The child was likely waiting for him...the sweet, sweet
tasting, child.
“Hello, Izu-kun.” Touching Izuku’s soft dark green hair, Yamikumo knelt down
and held the child’s face to take in the watery eyes that joyfully looked up at
him. “Have you been crying…again?”
Shaking his head back and forth, Izuku stood up and flung his body against his
with arms circled around his spirit friend’s chest for a hug. “I’m happy you’re
here for me again. What took you so long?”
“I’m sorry baby Izu-kun. I had to take care of something in the spirit realm.
There were bad pests trying to hurt me and I didn’t want them to find you.”
More like loyal goons of Inari Okami, his former boss, who spotted him in the
forest and tried to kill him for existing, but yea, they were pests. The demon
watched the human let go of him and immediately reach up to touch his face.
“Are you, okay?” The soft fur of Yamikumo’s long fox tails touched Izuku’s
hands and the child took that as a cue to hold them like always. Petting the
fur in his arms, Izuku sat down on the floor when his friend moved to sit. “You
sound…tired.”
“I’m fine,” his spirit friend did sound tired though and the shadow on the wall
showed that his ears drooped down when he said that, but he reached out to
circle his arms around his shoulders. “But yes, I am quite tired from fighting
them off…but I still really want to play with you like we always do.”
Izuku yelled out enthusiastically, eyes furrowing in determination, “Y-you
don’t have to push yourself for me! You need to rest and sleep to be strong
again. You protect me like a hero would, so-”
“But sleeping alone is boring.” Fox ears flopped to the side when Yamikumo
whined that out like a little kid, which made Izuku giggle at him. “And even
though I am tired, I’m not so tired that I think I could sleep so early.”
“Then...what do you want to do?”
Yamikumo paused for a moment to pretend to think and then his fox ear stood up
tall on his head when he nervously whispered, “Well, I could-but I don’t think
you’ll like it since you’re too small, too young. And it might be too
different, weird or scary or-“ He waited for Izuku and he delivered like the
typical innocent young child that he is full of curiosity and a strong desire
to please him.
“I’m tough!” Izuku hugged the two tails in his arms tighter and he straighten
his back to puff out his chest like the hero he loves the most. “I’m going to
be a hero when I’m older, so a hero shouldn’t back away from scary things.”
Nonchalantly, Yamikumo folded his fingers together behind Izuku’s lower back
and suggested to the human child, “Then…how about I rest inside of you?”
Letting his tails go, Izuku leaned forward when the spirit held him closer and
pulled him to rest on his folded legs, on his lap. The child repeated his words
with a nervous stutter, “I-Inside of…m-m-me?”
“It is a thing us spirits do sometimes when we are very tired. It’s called a
possession. We can have fun together that way.”
.
.
.
Katsuki shot out of his bed when he heard a rock hit the window glass of his
room…or was it the loud barking? The child who was once sleeping in his room
thought he heard barking before he fully awakened. It stopped....and there is
only silence and no second rock to tap his window.
His anger began to boil because, what crazy person would dare think that they
could do that to his home! His mother will kill him if his window breaks, even
if it was not his fault this time! Rushing to the window with a little
stepstool and a few stacked encyclopedia books, Katsuki climbed up on his
window ledge to smack his curtains, so that he could look outside. Looking
quickly around outside from the second floor of his house, he was confused when
there was no one there with rocks in their hands.
“…what?” He waited a moment to see if someone will come out of the darkness and
into the spotlight at the side of his house, but no one did.
The confused child then looked elsewhere in the dark to try and find someone,
but felt a chill run down his spin when he saw something red on the other side
of his neighbor’s driveway. The little bit of red on the cement ground could
barely be seen due to the lawn light of his neighbor pointed somewhere else.
However, the light on his house provided enough for him to see a sliver of red
on the ground.
The instincts that boiled within the explosive child told him to remain inside,
but another part of him told him that he should see it with someone else.
However, he does not want to go whining to his mom or dad for something as
needing to go outside at…well it’s 9pm, an hour past his bedtime, but-UGH
WHATEVER.
Running down the stairs, Bakugou almost made it to the door, but was yanked
back by his mother’s grip that caught him by his upper arm. “And where do you
think you’re going, brat?”
“There’s something outside in the neighbors place and I wanna see!”
Bakugou Mitsuki sighed, but her quiet son that was rumbling in her grip, all
ready to explode out onto the street made her wonder what exactly he wanted to
see. “See it tomorrow then, okay? Not now, it’s too late.”
“But wait, mom!”
“You were supposed to be asleep, brat, not fuuuu-fumbling around, playing with
your All Might toy doll.”
“IT’S AN ACTION FIGURE, MOM.”
“Semantics.” From the kitchen his father walked in with a glass of water in his
hands and said, “Semantics, pork chop.”
“WHAT.”
“Your father means, same word with similar meanings. Toy doll and action figure
are similar-YOU LITTLE SHH-GET TO BED.”
Bakugou yanked his hand back and screamed at them a loud, “FINE!” The stomps of
her son back up to his room made both of his parents sign and then look to each
other.
“It’s weird that he wanted to go outside at this time of night, right Mitsuki?
You getting a tingling vibe from this?” Bakugou Masaru wiggled his fingers with
his one hand and sipped from his glass of water with the other. His wife glared
at him.
“I am, but I don’t want to go outside to find out. I bet our loving brat felt
it too, but is just curious. We’ll be fine if we stay inside here though.”
Masaru watched his wife walk to the front entrance and check if the locks were
locked, then turn around to glare at him when he teasingly said, “Oh why, oh
why, did I marry into the Bakugou family and love the weirdest one?”
“Fucking shut it, dork. Let’s head to bed now too like our baby. We'll see
what’s up in the morning with the sun.”
.
.
Standing outside the front gate entrance of the Bakugou home, Izuku blinked a
few times and he stared up at the light of Bakugou’s room until it shut off. A
small sigh of sadness came out of Izuku’s lips and he let out a whisper, “Aww.
Maybe later then.”
Izuku adjusted his hold on the Bakugou family neighbor’s dead dog, Skull, and
turned to walk away from the two homes. A few stray drops of blood trailed
across the street and down a dark alley where Izuku disappeared in the shadows.
The demon inside Izuku’s body smiled up at the night sky when he reappeared in
a nearby forest, to his favorite spot, and dropped the dead carcass of the dog
for scavengers to eat.
The real Midoriya Izuku was sleeping inside the back of his mind, sanity
unharmed and unaware to what was happening to him. Ninth. This would be the
ninth time he’s done this with Izuku...physically. The more he does this, the
more he can kind of feel it forming.
Messing with the Izuku for six years of life so far, the fox demon can already
feel it around him, in his fingers and toes. He can feel his hair obtain it’s
own real form and he can feel his skin knit together too, at a snail's pace,
but little progress is better than none. The best is that when he looks to a
mirror to see some of his features that are barely forming, still in the early
stages.
Yamikumo’s own body, a new, real, and young body, is taking form and it is all
thanks to the human child. Midoriya Izuku, his second sacrifice given to him by
Midoriya Hisashi, is more important than the unborn twin of Izuku that he
consumed six years ago. Without Izuku then Yamikumo doubts his body would
even…materialize.
All of his snooping and lengthy research, investigating into how the hell
Sensei buried himself within a real body…finally paid off.
It was a secret plan he thought might not work, all the folklore and myth well
buried away from him, but now- Reaching his blood stained hands in the air,
Izuku’s eyes flashed red once and the white flooded to black when he spun
around giggling in joy within the tall grass. He’ll show this thing to Yuu and
Katsuki-senpai soon, later, and...maybe even properly introduce Izuku to them
at the end when the boy would die.
A finale filled with new friends, only to be taken away from him as his heart
gives out. Maybe.
The lungs Yamikumo borrowed from Izuku sucked in the chilly mountainous air and
then he let out an excited yell that turned into a fox’s scream: This is his
territory.
Having a body is a wonderful feeling…but having his very own body, a body for
him to truly feel the world again like when he was alive centuries ago, is a
whole other story.
Running through the woods, Yamikumo licked all the blood from Izuku’s small,
soft hands and tasted the remnant fear the dog had before it died. Not bad, but
not good either...unlike Midoriya Izuku and his whole family for they taste
amazing, Izuku the most.
He then disappeared further into the woods to chase the one stray earth deer
spirit that was unfortunate to see him. Fangs grew out of Izuku’s mouth and the
demon inside lunged at the spirit animal from out of the bushes with claws
eagerly tearing into flesh.
.
.
.
The sweet smell of Izuku’s favorite orange scented shampoo filled his nose.
Eyes squinted at the early morning light, Izuku sat up to look around his room
and he noticed that he felt his body was tired and achy.
He was a bit confused though…he couldn’t remember what happened to him in
detail, but he did remember running around with Yamikumo in his shadow fox form
all around his room. They were playing a game of tag. His legs hurt and his
chest felt tight, but Izuku knew it was probably because he had too much fun
with Yamikumo yesterday. The child Izuku looked down at the arm he felt that
was draped over his waist and then he smiled when he heard a little snoring
near him.
With a little yawn, Izuku moved back again to rest on his bed to go back to
sleep. He whispered to his friend sleeping next to him before going back to
sleep himself, “Night night…Yamikun.”
To Be Continued
Chapter End Notes
     Possessed!Izuku...that poor child.
     So, Midoriya Izuku was supposed to have a twin sibling, but his
     father sacrificed them both to a demon and the demon answered. Also
     the Bakugou family tree dabbled in spiritual, but the traditions fell
     through generations ago...still, that does not mean the abilities are
     gone.
     Hope you enjoyed! Don't forget to comment or leave kudos! <3 –Unoutan
***** Friendships gained and lost are a Demon's gain *****
Chapter Summary
     The demon slowly eating Izuku savors every pain that Izuku suffers
     from and each year is a step closer to the human child's death. It's
     only going to get darker further on and Bakugou Katsuki is caught in
     the middle of Izuku's unfortunate happenings.
The early afternoon turned to a later afternoon.
And Midoriya Izuku was still in his room writing and watching All Might videos
on his computer...locked inside, again.
His mother gave him a television and computer in his room yesterday. He was
excited to be able to watch all the All Might and other hero videos, but
also…he figured that his mother just wanted him to be in his room even more
than usual.
Izuku’s mother was angry today, again…and he misses Kacchan. A lot. All he did
was ask his mother today if maybe-just maybe, he could visit Kacchan, hang out
with his group of friends outside like he used to, and she said no, immediately
guiding him to his room and locking his door.
He wants to see Kacchan and it’s been a while since Auntie Mitsuki hasn’t been
over, even just to visit his mommy.
“Another reason for everyone in class to keep saying I have no friends even
more than before…and making Kacchan act all...even meaner to me everyday.”
Gripping his pencil too hard and forcing the tip to snap on his notebook paper,
Izuku fussed over the paper in hopes that it did not tear due to his
carelessness. It didn’t. Smiling a small smile, Izuku then looked at the All
Might video playing on loop on his computer screen with the amazing hero
carrying five people and emerging from wreckage.
The video zoomed in on All Might’s grin and tears formed in Izuku’s eyes...oh
no, he was getting frustrated with himself. “Why can’t I see Kacchan…why is
mommy mad at me all the time…why.” He rubbed his eyes, tears now freely flowing
down his face and dropping down everywhere. The bottom of his notebook page he
was on was decorated in his tears.
Izuku always tries to follow what All Might says, the hero’s positivity and
wisdom inspiring him to be strong, but he still feels, at least right now, not
good. The feeling of not feeling good has been happening more and more often
now too with just about anything. He'd trip down stairs or accidentally drop
something all the time and get laughed at in class. He'd go on a bad coughing
fit during the end of class races or any other physical education event, go to
the nurse and leave class, while getting laughed at. He'd get a headache if it
is too bright outside and get laughed at. And Kacchan wouldn't say anything to
him anymore...no yelling for him to be careful. Nothing.
It’s only when Yamikumo is there with him does he feel a bit…happier. And so
Izuku hoped that the fox spirit would be with him soon and then everything will
be happy again like whenever…All Might arrives to help people.
It was an answer to his prayers when the hair at the back of Izuku’s neck stood
on end. His tears still falling down his face, Izuku spun around on his chair
with his short legs kicking out as he enthusiastically looked around his room
for Yamikumo’s presence. He was smiling now even though his face was all wet.
Izuku was going to bend down to peak under his bed to search for his fox spirit
friend in the shadows, but was stopped when he was hoisted into the air and
squeaked at the surprise. "You're home!"
“I am! But what's wrong my Izukun? You’re crying.” Invisible arms held Izuku up
in the air and then Izuku felt his body settle on the lap of his spirit friend,
whose face rubbed against the top of his head like an animal greeting him and
sniffing his hair; the usual way Yamikumo greets him now.
Izuku let out a laugh when those hands slipped underneath his shirt to tickle
at his sides, tears forming in his eyes for different reasons. “S-stawp! W-
wait…Yamikun!”
Yamikumo’s claws were withdrawn as he tickled the young Izuku, but the thoughts
of shoving his claws into the soft flesh came to mind like what he did to the
crying lady and man last night in Izuku’s body, so he stopped. The boy he
hovered over was breathing heavily, but smiling as Izuku tried to uselessly
push the demon's hands away. Teasing the boy, Yamikumo leaned over and blew air
on the expose skin and asked, “Are you going to give up or keep trying to fight
me?”
"A hero...never gives up!"
"You're gonna be a hero, eh Izukun?" The laugher of Izuku grew louder when the
fox demon threw the boy over his shoulder, hoisting him up higher in the air
and spun around towards Izuku’s huge bed. He would eat his cursed boy's heart
out first before that, nipping that impossible dream in the bud.
The fox demon dramatically pulled Izuku to his chest before falling backwards
on the bed, bouncing on the spring mattress with the child clinging to his
Yukata and pulling it open at the chest due to not wanting to get thrown. The
child's shocked scream was a funny end to their spur of the moment tickle
fight.
Yamikumo began to laugh when the child in his arms whined out in a tired voice,
panting like a tired pup, “D-don’t… scare me…l-like…that…Y-Yamikun!”
The fox demon stopped his humming and said, “As I said before no promises.”
Still catching his breath from the tickling, Izuku lifted his wet tear-filled
face from the firm and kind of sweaty chest that he felt underneath his hands
and commented, “E-e-ewww…Yamikun…y-you’re all…wet!”
Izuku peered down at his own shadow, his body floating above his bed as he
rested on top of Yamikumo’s invisible form. He wriggled around in the embrace
of his friend began to hum again to an unrecognizable, but pretty tune, the
same tune he hummed during the tickle-fest.
“Well my body is forming, slowly, but still forming and sweat is a thing, but
how do you know it’s my sweat and not your teary face, huh?”
Blushing, Izuku rubbed his face dry and said, “Crying is normal! My mommy cries
all the time, so I can too!”
“Of course, of course, you baby.” Izuku could hear the man’s teasing grin.
“I’m not a-,” The child coughed, hand holding his stomach and Yamikumo lightly
patted his back, trying to get all the coughs out of him like his mom used to
do. When be could speak, the boy then continued muttering, “Thanks...and I'm
not a baby…Yamikun.”
Content with the amount of teasing, Yamikumo cradled Izuku tighter in his arms
and smiled down at him as they both rested on the bed. Izuku twisted his head
to the side so that he could look directly in his eyes, a cute smile on his
round face.
The boy could feel him so well now. They were connected after all.
The human child Izuku even ignored the shadow casted on the wall, the boy
completely used to being with the demon after these years. By age five Izuku
learned to look at him, him only in his spirit-cursed form, and not the
illusion that is the cast of his shadow.
Once he caught his breath, Izuku laid his head back down on Yamikumo’s chest,
but made sure his face was on the cloth of the yukata and not the damp chest. A
familiar earthy scent of incense smoke and flowers surrounded Izuku’s nose and
the scent made him smile at Yamikumo. “So, Yamikun. Want to play a videogame
with me? Or did you bring more paper to draw on together? Do you want to-”
The fox demon blew back Izuku’s bangs, making the boy giggle and fix his hair,
and then closed his eyes to say, “Actually, I have another surprise for you. It
is in this forest I always visit here in the human world and I want you to come
with me, so that you can see it.”
“Wait, n-n-now?” Even though he sounded hesitant, the excitement and curiosity
in the six year old was stronger. Izuku rubbed his wet eyes and nodded, not
realizing the demon that held him looked mournfully at the pain filled tears
that were gone; tears that could have been sucked from his cheeks because,
waste not want not. “But we’ve always played here and I've never been outside
without mommy...o-or Kacchan and the other kids who follow him. Are you sure?”
Yamikumo held back his smirk at that ironic statement. He’s been joy riding
within this child for two years now, 13 times each month, and every time he
does so he feels his strength grow. And from Izuku's side, Yamikumo can feel
the energy and health deteriorate in correlation, but the tainted aura he loves
most from the human expands wider, denser and darker. “I think you’re ready for
the night life, Izu-kun. I am with you to protect you from any mean spirits, so
you’ll never get hurt.”
But a lot of other people have been at this sweet innocent child’s
hands…getting hurt that is.
“Then I’d love to Yamikun!" Cue adorable pout from Yamikumo’s food source. “A-
also I’m not a baby anymore!”
Rolling his eyes, Yamikumo rubbed Izuku’s soft, unkempt hair and dully replied,
“Yes you are. Now, let’s have fun and get out of this boring room. Yea?”
“Yea!!!” Izuku cheered like the little child he was and held on when Yamikumo
moved to stand. Yamikumo stood up on the bed and held Izuku in his arms, the
small boy kicking his legs all excited by going outside together with him on an
adventure. “I can’t wait to see the surprise you have for me!”
Bare feet slid over the bed until they were at the edge and then jumped into
the dark shadow that formed at the base of the bed, which made Izuku cheer from
the rush of them falling. They appeared in the middle of a forest, emerging
from a tree trunk’s shadow and the boy immediately let out a gasp at his
surroundings, the child turning into a happy ball of energy in his arms.
Yamikumo adjusted his hold of the child in his claws and pressed his lips to
the human child’s ear to whisper eagerly, “Listen, look and breathe. Isn’t this
wonderful?”
“Everything is so beautiful!” The first thing Izuku noticed was that it was
really quiet. It was quiet compared to the sounds Izuku is so used around the
city filled with people, cars and everything loud. That was amazing to Izuku
already since he was never outside his hometown, let alone outside his home
without his mother.
Izuku's eyes shined like the bright stars that were out in the night and the
demon appreciated the sight of those big, joy polished emeralds. Izuku reached
one hand out towards the tree that was closest to him and touched it. He could
hear owls, a stream or river, and bugs that buzzed in the crisp air. The moon
was bright enough, so it did not take much for Izuku’s eyes to adjust to the
night Yamikumo is familiar with.
The demon, with Izuku still in his arms, walked towards a small river that was
not to far from them. The sound of rushing water grew louder in Izuku’s ears.
When Yamikumo reached the river with Izuku, he placed the small human down on
the damp ground and chuckled when the child wiggled his toes in the mud.
Engrossed with the mud, the demon poked Izuku’s forehead to get his attention
and smiled when he got it. “I’ll be back in a second to get your surprise,” The
demon told the young boy and turned to walk away saying, “Wait here for me
patiently, okay?”
“Okay!” Izuku busied himself to play with the tall grass filled with cattails,
or he thinks that’s what Kacchan said when he asked him during a walk in the
kind of woods area in their neighborhood.
Little Midoriya felt like only a minute passed when Yamikumo came back, a tap
on Izuku's shoulder being the indication. Izuku was going to turn around, but
his fox friend spoke, stopping his movement, “Wait, Izukun. Close your eyes. Be
gentle, okay? He is a bit shy. Okay, turn around…okayyy aaaand…open.”
Izuku opened his eyes to see two small, shiny red eyes staring at him from the
middle of a white furry blob held up near his face. Izuku took a step back so
that he could see what was in his face. The white ball of fur was shivering,
floating in the air before the small human, but stopped shaking when Izuku
reached out to it in a gentle approach. Controlling his excitement for
Yamikumo’s surprise, Izuku quietly spoke to the bunny, “I’m not going to hurt
you.”
Two long ears then lifted from the other fur, sticking up from the white furry
blob, twitching its pink nose. The white bunny was then carefully placed in
Izuku’s arms. As soon as it left Yamikumo’s hands, the bunny stopped shivering
entirely and relaxed into the human child that held it. Midoriya Izuku began to
tear up again. “Yamikun…”
He made the human child cry again over a bunny and the demon was confused.
Yamikumo stuttered a bit when he kneeled down to be closer, face to face with
the child holding the bunny, “D-do you…not like it?”
“I love it!” Izuku leaned towards the arm he felt pull him into a one-armed hug
and rested his head on the shoulder he felt under his chin to thank his fox
friend, “Thank you so much for showing him to me Yamikun! I’m so happy you took
me here. How did you meet your bunny friend?”
“Luck.” The taste of blood was still in Yamikumo’s mouth. “The bunny was by
itself and I just found it and decided to help it. I became friends with it and
thought you’d be good friends too.”
“Does it have a name?”
“You can name the bunny if you want.” When he said that Izuku lit up. The bunny
in his arms buried itself further into the small human child’s arms, as if
wanting to disappear out of the line of sight from a nearby predator it could
not see.
“Okay, Yamikun!” Looking down at the bunny that pressed its face to his chest,
Izuku smiled and carefully asked the bunny in his arms, “Do you like the
name…Katsukun?"
“Katsu…kun? You’re naming it after your Bakugou friend?” Yamikumo may have let
too much loathing into his voice at the mention of the Bakugou offspring, but
Izuku didn’t notice, too focused on the cute animal he is holding.
“Kacchan is Kacchan though, but I like his name better than mine, so…well,
Katsukun it is!” Cheerfully, Izuku told him this with a confidence in the
Bakugou spawn and a lack of confidence in his own. Yamikumo licked the air, a
touch of sadness and frustration floated into the atmosphere.
“I think Izuku is a fortunate name, but if you insist, Katsukun it is.”
Yamikumo wouldn’t deny the child in naming an insignificant nothing, even
though the bunny was a female. Not that it matters.
Far away in the middle of the forest a mess of torn up tan and grey fur, small
scraps of meat from wild rabbits, lay scattered on the ground with their blood
already seeped into dirt long ago. His food source was going to need this bunny
since he won’t be seeing his ‘Kacchan’ as often anymore, besides school hours.
And anyway the more happy moments he gives Izuku the more painful his worst
shall be, tastier and richer in that sweet, sweet suffering. Unclenching his
fists, Yamikumo took a deep breath and then silently watched over the young
child play with the bunny near the riverside, but away from the muddy areas.
After playing a bit and watching the bunny eat grass, the demon, human child
and bunny began their adventure into the forest. Izuku fearlessly explored
deeper and deeper into the forest with his new bunny friend in his arms,
knowing that Yamikumo would be there for him, protecting him. And Izuku
couldn’t wait to write and draw about this…
.
.
.
It would be some Tuesday early afternoon, or a Wednesday early afternoon. Izuku
couldn’t really recall the exact date specifically, but he remembered that he
was in year two of primary school with Bakugou Katsuki. They were unable to
hangout anymore or see each other, besides school or some coincidence at the
store or something, with Inko pulling him in another direction. So, on that
early afternoon Bakugou Katsuki told him that he didn’t want to be his friend
anymore.
And Bakugou Katsuki would eventually regret this one day:
“W-Wait! Kacchan! What do you mean by that?”
However, Bakugou Katsuki has had enough with his…so-called “friend" not getting
what he means after the third time he said it, all in different ways. "What I
mean is I don’t want to be your friend anymore. Just looking at you makes me
want to punch you.”
“I-Is this because, of us being unable to hang out anymore to e-e-explore and
p-play games? Kacchan, it’s not my fault! My mommy…s-sometimes she get’s
all…sick, and sometimes very, very sad and she-”
“And that too, Deku!!” Bakugou rounded on Izuku, pulling his hand out from the
tight, clammy grasp the weaker Deku held on him. In the deepest part of his
guts, Bakugou wanted Izuku to just leave him alone. “Auntie Inko is freaking
weird just like you and you both just keep getting weirder and weirder and I
get-”
Bakugou stopped talking when he saw the familiar tears at the corner of Izuku’s
eyes and glared when Izuku stood up taller with both his fists tightly shaking
at him. It was good Bakugou Katsuki stopped before saying anything more about
his mother because, Izuku yelled in his face, “Don’t talk about my mommy like
that Kacchan! When she’s not feeling well, she just doesn’t want me to be with
anyone! She’s not weird!”
“Well you are Deku! And you’ve gotten weirder and weirder too, you idiot,
everyone says it and I can see it too. You keep forgetting you’re just a
useless, quirkless tag along.”
“T-…tag along?” Izuku’s angry expression fell away for a second for Kacchan
saying that left him shocked. Kacchan was always…rough to him, but never did he
say that he was-
Some classmates spoke, eavesdropping on the conversation not meant for them to
say, “Yeahhh extra wheel, Deku!”
Another added, “Weirddddd Deku, Crazy Deku!”
“So full of yourself especially around your Kacchan! Kacchan! Kaach-” Bakugou
growled and shot the kid who said that with a deadly look, which made the boy
cover his mouth and walk over to another part of the classroom to talk with
someone else during their break outside.
“Who the hell asked you to watch us, huh? This is between Deku and me. Get
away.” Bakugou warned the three kids, his hands sparking up small explosions
and making them run off elsewhere. It was then the small, pathetic voice of
Izuku made him turn his back to the conversation he was having with Deku before
they were rudely interrupted.
“Am I not allowed to be happy, Kacchan?” Bakugou’s eye twitched when Izuku
removed his sleeve away from his wet, reddened face to reveal those big green
teary eyes, glaring at him. The quirkless freak was actually trying to fight
with him. Opening his stupid mouth, Izuku fought with him, the short boy's
voice rising in volume, “All Might said that anyone-”
“Stop talking about All Might as if you’ll be a hero!” The angry blond child
just wanted Izuku away. He wanted him away from him right now before he blasted
the little crap from existence and he died or something. Spitting out his
words, yelling them in Izuku’s face, Bakugou held his ground with his hands
itching to destroy, “I’m going to be the next number one hero! From now on stop
following me around and stay out of my way because, I’m going to be the best
hero way before you will, stupid! And if you annoy me too much, I’ll, I’ll-”
“Just because, you have a cool quirk doesn’t mean anything! Kacchan, if I wanna
be a hero, I can and I will become a hero!”
“Shut up Deku! I’ve had enough of you! Do you even remember anything?”
“R-remember…remember what Kaacha-”
Slamming against the cement ground face first, Izuku curled into a ball,
cradling his cheek that throbbed in pain as it swelled and stung. A little
smoke slipped between his small hands and tears slipped out of his eyes, the
sounds of fading other classmates’ laugher walking away from him rang in his
ears. Taunting him. Kacchan kneeled down and said, “Stop following me around
from now on, Deku. Don’t touch me, look at me or nothing.”
“But…why Kacchan?”
“Because something’ is wrong with you, Deku. I don’t know what, but you’re
wrong."
Izuku wanted to disappear into a shadow and never come out.
And that’s how Inko found him. He was just like that, a lonely shadow by itself
on a sunny day without anyone to connect itself to anymore all curled up and
crying on the ground of the elementary playground.
Inko was called to an emergency to pick her son up thirty minute earlier for
Izuku was refusing to get up from where he was on ground. Izuku’s mother
touched his cheek and asked with a sigh, “What happened, Izukun...are you
hurt.” No inflection, no question in her voice, for it was rehearsed...the
teacher was watching them.
And Izuku slowly pulled himself up to a sitting position on the ground. He
stood with his head held down and fist tightly holding onto his dark red long
sleeved t-shirt because, he really did not want to say anything to her. But
when his mother asked him again, Izuku muttered under his breath, “I tripped
during playtime and hurt myself bad.”
And with a warning to not be so clumsy, Inko silently stood up and walked her
son away from the school grounds towards home. The pain in Izuku’s right cheek
slowly dulled down, a black and blue bruise unfortunately forming in its place.
And that’s how Yamikumo found him, locked in his room again with the
environment dark and dead silent, except the sound of quiet crying within two
corners of the Midoriya home.
“Why are you crying so hard, Izukun? You haven’t cried like this in a long
time…did your mother make you sad?” Yamikumo blinked once, his shadow standing
by the bed of the crying child, his expression blank, but his voice filled with
love and care.
The demon Yamikumo saw everything and the fox demon has been waiting for the
Bakugou child to do this to his human at some point for it was a predictable
outcome. The unstable and irrational, sight blessed child of the Bakugou family
was eventually going to really hurt Izuku. It was just a matter of time. The
significant and slowly building up event of sadness within his Izuku’s young
life finally happened and the pain that exploded within Izuku and swirled
within his aura tasted so good.
So damn good.
Midoriya Inko further isolating her child plus the Bakugou’s supernatural
sensitivity was a certain train wreck and Yamikumo savored each drop that
poured into his body. The salt that he’ll lick from Midoriya’s face will be but
an appetizer…
His voice taking a darker tone, the fox demon whispered to the left to the
young human’s face, “Do you want me to hurt someone for you, Izukun? I can, but
only for you.”
“H-hurt someone?” Izuku turned to his left and smiled slightly when he felt a
small fox’s tongue lick his face, lapping away his tears that dripped down his
face. “No, I’d never, could never ask you to hurt someone for me. Today, well,
I’m just…Kacchan, he said…”
The silhouette of the fox demon stopped licking Izuku’s face to tilt his head
to the side, ears flopping to the left, and asked softly, “What did he say to
you that has made you so sad?”
“He…he said he doesn’t want to be my friend anymore.”
“Now why would he do such a thing to such a sweet boy? What a nasty-”
“No!!” The fox shadow straightens its posture at Izuku's sudden yell in
indignation, its ears also perked up and alert. Blinking in confusion, Izuku
shook his head and frowned, a tear slowly falling from his left eye. “I…I’m
sorry for screaming at you…”
“It’s alright, baby Izukun. I forgive you.” The rough feeling of the fox’s
small tongue caught the last tear and then knowingly spoke while rubbing its
face against the soft skin of Izuku's face, “You’re really sad…I understand.
Will you wait here for me? While I go get you something to cheer you up?"
Izuku rubbed at his right eye, taking away the last tears from his red and
bruised face, so that he would not show his bunny friend that he was sad. The
‘something to cheer him up’ is always an indication that Yamikumo is going to
come and bring the bunny he cares for to him, wherever they are thanks to the
way Yamikumo can travel within shadows. Quick as always, Yamikumo came back and
announced his presence this time for Izuku, indicating to the child to go to
the floor to play with bunny.
However, Izuku saw that Yamikumo’s fox shadow remained half in the shadows with
only his head sticking out. The tall ears of Yamikumo were lowered, like a sad
puppy as he nervously spoke, “Um…Izukun. I-I…can’t really, I don’t know how to
say this to you.”
“Hmm?” Izuku was worried now since Yamikumo never sounded this odd or hesitant
before. “W-what’s…what’s wrong, Yamikun?”
“This is such…unfortunate timing.”
“What? What’s wrong?”
“I don’t wish to upset you any further my sweet, Izukun.”
“Please…” Izuku stood up from where he sat on the ground and reassured, “I…I’ll
be okay, just please tell me. You’re worrying me.”
The worry tasted like fresh strawberries.
“Your…Katsukun got…got hurt and is-”
“K-Katsukun?! Take me to him!” Jumping off his big bed, Izuku turned to the fox
demon as he transformed into the fox animal shaped silhouette. “Please,
Yamikun!” Fox snout turning to the left, the fox shadow was quiet and still for
a moment. A whole minute like forever passed before the fox nodded and then
transformed back into his human shape.
“I-I…I don’t think this is a good idea, but-…since this is your wish.” Rubbing
the back of his wild, messy hair, Yamikumo nodded again and waved his hand,
ushering the small human towards the shadows underneath his bed.
Crawling underneath, Izuku and Yamikumo slipped between two big bushes of
purple hydrangeas placed within the depths of a forest near the side of a dirt
and rocky hill structure. There looked to be a landslide and laid injured on
top of the soil and rocks at the near bottom was the dying bunny named
Katsukun.
Izuku ran towards his bunny friend, ignoring the scrapes and cuts that injured
his bare feet, with his hands stretched out in front and fingers grabbing the
air. Falling hard on his knee, Izuku quickly stood back up and managed to
tumble next to the small-injured form of the little white bunny Katsukun.
The breath of the bunny was weakening and the tears that fell from Izuku’s eyes
strengthened, slipping down his cheeks and passed a quivering bit lip. The
small child wanted to hug his hurt friend, but he knew that doing so would
injure them further. Fingers slipped into Izuku’s dark green hair and petted
him soothingly, trying to calm his shaking breath and trembling form. Yamikumo
watched Izuku, comforting him.
Round red eyes blinked slowly at Izuku. The bunny’s once beautiful white fur
was stained with blood and dirt and it’s ears weakly twitched. Izuku raised his
hand to cautiously touch the soft furry head of his little bunny Katsukun.
“He’s dying.”
Izuku nodded his head silently and bit the bottom of his lip to try and stop
his whimpering. The right hand of Izuku’s was placed against the dirt and the
fox demon eyed that hand as it clawed at the dirt. “I’m going to lose another
friend, but I don’t want to lose them. Yamikumo, can you do something to-“
“I’m afraid I can’t. He’s too far gone and-“
“B-but you’re a fox spirit right? You know fox magic and Katsukun is still
alive! Katsukun is hanging in there and-“
“Death is already all around Katsukun. I can’t do anything because, they are
too far gone for me to reach,” The fox demon lied and stopped petting the small
human child’s hair to carefully lift the dying bunny away from Izuku. “There is
only one thing I can do for them and that is end their suffering.”
“Wait! Yamikun, please, you can’t!” Izuku’s eyes widened and the boy held out
both his hands towards the bunny as if wanting to stop Yamikumo.
The floating bunny with its breath slow but still fighting death, stilled in
the air for Yamikumo stopped moving to say, “It’s something I don’t want to do,
but…nothing lasts forever Izukun,” the human child said nothing and so he
continued, “And sometimes it is best for things to end too, sometimes faster
than intended so that pain will stop.”
“So that the pain will…” Izuku thought of Kacchan. His hands lowered down to
rest on his achy folded legs as he thought of Kacchan…and of Katsukun and how
today was horrible, how his mother is horrible and he wanted to disappear into
the shadows like Yamikumo.
“Do you want to do the honors, Izukun? For Katsukun's sake and yours?”
“W-what?” Izuku’s eyes shot open to stare at the hovering dying bunny friend
that was held near him, floating in the air like it was already going to fly
away like an angel with wings. The honors? For Katsukun's sake? Yamikumo asked
him if he wanted to ki-....it felt like many eyes were staring at Izuku at once
when Yamikumo asked him this and All Might was there. “No, I…I-“ The bunny
lifted higher into the air when Yamikumo stood up.
“Of course, you can’t my dear baby Izukun. That’s something you cannot do for
you are too kind for this world.” Head hung low, Izuku moved his hands to bury
them in the loose dirt and rocks just so he could grab onto something to hold
for he knew what Yamikumo was going to do. “I’ll do it for you, okay, so do not
worry.”
The fox demon was quick with his kill with a simple line of his claw across the
bunny’s neck. It was done, finally. The taste of bunny fur and blood in his
mouth was unpleasant, the tiny thing’s aura being nothing to satiate him at
all, but he had to admit…little Katsukun tried her hardest to hop away from
him.
Yamikumo waited for the crying to stop.
The crying child, Midoriya Izuku sat in the dirt mourning the loss of his bunny
friend that was now buried under the dirt they died on. When the crying
lessened to sniffs and the occasional hick-up about an hour later, Yamikumo sat
down behind the boy and wrapped his arms around Izuku, pulling him into a warm
hug knowing that it would be a comfort.
Tightening his hold on the small human within his grasp, Yamikumo closed his
eyes and said, “Not all friendships last. And like human lives, they end, some
faster than others and…it is just how life is for all.”
Izuku took in what Yamikumo shared with him in silence and felt the demon press
his face into his hair, breathing in deeply. The fox demon’s left hand rubbed
his upper arm soothingly and after a few minutes, Izuku quietly answered,
“…Even you?”
The human held his throat and coughed a few times for the crying and screaming
took a toll on him. The demon hugging Izuku slipped his head down and rested
his chin on the child’s shoulder, pulling the child onto his lap. Izuku settled
on his lap and curled into a ball in his arms, holding onto him tightly.
Yamikumo wondered when the kid will realize that the body he is helping to
cultivate is turning more and more like his own...the demon wondered. He
wondered when the boy will feel his own face in the darkness. Really, he can't
wait for that day to come where he can have real flesh soon, but until then-
The demon decided to…open up a little for baby Izuku. What harm would that do
to him anyway?
Opening his eyes to look at the dark forests in front of where they sat on the
landslide, the fox demon Yamikumo smiled and whispered, “I was human once, a
long, long time ago. I still remember the aches and pains of loss. You have to
be strong Izuku and keep living, despite the people who leave you.”
“Will...mommy leave me?”
Holding in his tongue to say that she already does every week, sometimes
everyday of the week, Yamikumo forced himself to say nothing and only nod. The
demon knew that the child would feel his movements by how close they were
holding each other, so there was no need to answer the child's naive question.
It was then Yamikumo lovingly whispered to the vulnerable human child he held,
“But remember that I’ll never leave you.”
Wait. Damn.
Flinching within his embrace, the human gripped the cloth of his Yukata sleeves
and stared into the darkness of the trees too, the nothingness attracting the
child's eyes like his own. A moment of silence passed and Izuku weakly asked
the demon that held him, “You won’t?”
Why did he say that…
“I promise. I promise that I will never leave you. You will always be with me.”
Yamikumo sighed a small sigh when the child turned around to hug him, to hide
his face in his chest, and cry again, quieter this time. The growing dampness
on the cloth of his yukata did not bother him much this time since he brought
this upon himself. Sometimes his pretending to care, his show of love for his
human energy source blurs into actual…bullshit.
He’ll never feel anything about this kid.
.
.
.
And that’s the lie Yamikumo told to himself that day. A lie that the fox demon
will realize is a lie on the last year he was supposed to complete his spell,
the tenth year the child was alive on earth. It would also be further into the
future till Midoriya Izuku is told of this too by the demon resting at his
side.
To be Continued
***** The smell of copper coats his nightmares and it's not going away *****
Chapter Summary
     Bakugou's torment as well as his decision to not be friends with Deku
     is revealed. Demons plot and destroy things big time. Yamikumo is
     slowly getting wrapped around the finger of the human he is slowly
     killing. And sadly, Izuku suffers, but can't help but be happy too...
     Warning: Dubious consent and violence. Demons guys. Demons. Big
     warning folks, stuff gets darker.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Warm.
There was something warm touching his face again. It felt kind of good. Kind
of…
However, the feeling of just laying back, floating with his eyes closed in a
weightless, peaceful sleep felt nicer than what was touching him now. It was
dreams like this that made him wish that he never had to wake up just because,
of this floating in clouds like sensation.
He’d just be here, happy within his dreams filled with the right amount of
simply existing without a care, where nothing can hurt him and his mother can't
hide him away.
At least, Midoriya Izuku thought he was asleep. Yamikumo tried to make the
young child feel like he was dreaming everything, fox demons naturally being
gifted with illusions and dream-walking, but there were times of doubt Izuku
felt. The demon couldn't hide how real things feel sometimes, but he tries to
for the sake of his human's sanity.
For instance, right now, Izuku began to feel uncomfortable and scared when
something tugged his arms roughly behind him and his wrists felt itchy…like
around his ankles too. It made him squirm and the occasional jolts of pain that
followed made Izuku doubt he was sleeping, but he trusts that they’ll go away.
The pain in his neck and jaw made him whimper though, but he trusted that the
pain will go away. They always were taken away...
Always.
He'll always see Yamikumo and he will be there for him, a constant comfort in
his dreams as well as in reality. He always takes away his pain and surrounds
him in comfort, sometimes showing him images of beautiful scenery of places in
Japan he has only seen in pictures. With his magic, the demon even lets them
play within them like the pretty rural, isolated fields buried within the
forests of japan. Tilting his head up, dark green bangs obscuring his vision
for a moment, but Izuku lazily smiled when he felt himself gently float into an
enveloping embrace. A hand brushed his bangs to the side.
It will be him. It will be his closest friend…
The warm uncomfortable feeling on his face and the thing that pulled at his
hair disappeared.
Happily, it was replaced with loving arms that held him tight to his chest.
Izuku held onto those familiar arms and he sleepily smiled wider when he felt a
kiss on his forehead. Yamikumo never kissed his forehead in his dreams before
and it made Izuku’s cheeks grow warm. The fox demon settled Izuku’s smaller
body in his lap, his arms encircling around the small seven-year-old’s waist
and just held him close.
Opening his eyes, Izuku looked into those wide, dark green eyes of Yamikumo.
His face was almost completely visible to Izuku and to the seven-year-old’s
opinion it almost felt like gazing into a mirror. Even their hair was similar,
except Yamikumo’s looked kind of flat and dark, like a shadow on the ground
still. Yamikumo seemed to also have freckles like him too, which Izuku pointed
out just yesterday. That earned him an energetic tickle gigglefest between them
and ended with the fox demon kissing both his cheeks and teasingly stating he
just sucked some freckles off his cheeks...that's why.
Looking down at the semi-transparent arm of Yamikumo that hugged him, Izuku
raised both his arms to touch the two sides of the fox demon’s face and leaned
further into the fox’s hug. Closing his eyes with a smile, Izuku spoke without
moving his lips echoing it within the white cloud filled grey sky, “You never
kissed my forehead in here before, Yamikun.”
“An interesting observation, but I kiss you all the time on the forehead, your
hand, your cheeks, practically everywhere,” the fox demon blinked his big eyes
a few times, his facial features fading in and out of the shadows, and then
floated them onto the nearest cloud to rest on. Letting go of his small Izuku,
Yamikumo eyed the child as he scrambled in the gravity missing space to
properly lie on the cloud close to his right side. Izuku frowned as he gripped
onto the right side of his yukata to make sure he won’t float off away from
him. The demon eyed the kid’s lips as he made a nonchalant comment, “Well not
everywhere…”
Izuku pressed his face against Yamikumo's chest and responded, clearly
confused, “Eh? Where else can you kiss somebodyyy-ekk!!!”
The small child squeaked when Yamikumo quickly dragged him up near his face and
kissed him right on his lips. The child gasped, but the gasp was cut off by
their kiss and Izuku shut his eyes, his face turning a darker shade of pink
when the demon fox sneaked in his tongue passed soft lips. Deepening the kiss,
Yamikumo’s claws gripped the back of Izuku’s thighs and pushed the boy’s legs
to straddle his stomach. Eyes still tightly shut, Izuku felt Yamikumo’s tongue
slip out of his mouth and the pressure against his lips disappeared.
Breaking off in a comically big breath of air, Izuku’s left hand squeezed
Yamikumo’s shoulder while the right hand wiped his mouth with his mint green,
long sleeve pajama shirt. Jerking his head away from where Yamikumo’s face was,
Izuku let out a loud whine, “YA-Y-YAMIKUN!”
“Never let anyone else do this to you okay?” The faded face of Yamikumo, that
looked similar to his own, only smiled at him with an adoring expression and a
sound of teasing in his voice, “I only did that since you asked. And just so
you know, you should only do this with people who are worthy of you, alright
you baby?”
“Stop calling me baby! I’m not a baby.” Izuku ignored the under the breath
mutter of something that sounded like a non-baby would know where else to kiss,
and smacked the arm of his fox demon to seriously say, “I think you are worthy
of me Yamikun. I love you very much!”
The child leaned in closer to his face when he said that and Yamikumo went
silent for a moment to register what the hell his food energy source just said
to him. After a beat or two, the demon dumbly repeated Izuku in a much slower
pace, “You love me…very much.”
“I do.” The sound of the certainty in that immediate response made the fox
cringe a little inside, but it’s good Yamikumo was decent in poker.
His face still frozen in a smile, Yamikumo relaxed his face a little to make
his smile look more calm despite knowing his face is still not that clear
enough to see and asked the child, “Izukun, what made you love me very much?”
The claws holding both of Izuku’s legs, locking the child in a straddling
position over his waist, twitched slightly and then began to soothingly stroke
the back of the boy’s thighs. His claws occasionally caught on the cotton of
the long matching mint green polka dotted pajama pants.
“You making me happy all the time, you always being with me and you are my best
friend, so I love you a lot. It's all like how I love Kacchan, bunny Katsukun
and Momma when she is feeling better.”
Really, Yamikumo couldn’t say anything at the time and Izuku quietly whispered
under his breath, but the unmoving black fox ears aimed in his direction easily
heard it, “B-but I’m the happiest when I’m with you.”
.
.
Keeping him oblivious from all of the questionable things Yamikumo did with the
young Midoriya Izuku’s body was of the most importance of Yamikumo. He didn’t
have to do it, but he wanted to with this one. He wanted to taste the betrayal
when Izuku dies and though the body is only second to the soul’s essence, as a
demon…he could be merciful to a point.
He did not want to destroy the child’s trust in him anyway over his need to
have as much fun as possible...as well as his need to do the occasional chore
given by Sensei. Still, with all the vices he shamelessly indulges himself,
curing his depravity of such things...like what he was doing now was worth it
all.
It's just that the pedophile he was luring to kill took him by surprise. He
didn’t expect the fucking human to actually knock him out as soon as he entered
the hotel room and not give him any chance at even some stupid foreplay.
Fuck everything to hell. When he woke up from the sudden thrust into darkness,
something else was doing the same thing on him. Instantly, Yamikumo engulfed
the surrounding area, coating the air and isolating them both from the entire
hotel building. What he was about to do next required soundless privacy and no
eyewitnesses to see or hear him commit it...
Blood gushed out of Izuku’s irritated lips, over powering this own saliva and
the disgusting human’s unsavory muck that invaded his mouth. The animal-like
teeth dulled back to a normal human's teeth when the screaming started of the
human hovering above him filled the room.
Angry darkened red eyes watched the writhing pig squeal his lungs out in pure
agony due to the blood that poured down his legs and slipped through his
fingers cupping his exposed crotch.
The balls on this pig to even think it could continue to go through with
forcing him, them, his Izuku’s to taste him in such a way without him choosing
to do so. It made Yamikumo smirk slightly when he spat out the shit tasting
flesh and human mud, and then saw the face of the human he just irreversibly
mauled, vomit to the side of the bed.
The eyes of the human pig filth right now makes it all worth it when he looked
back at him with a terror stricken expression. It was…somewhat, worth it, with
having a cock forcefully shoved down his throat being the only not worth it
repercussion.
Humans that hurt what is his deserve a death that is slow and painful, but
alas, his anger got the best of him as soon as he remembered what this pig
touched…who this pig sexually touched without his consent; His treasure, his
chance at success, his hope, his food, the young Midoriya Izuku. The blood of
the severed head he just sliced off with his claws stained the white sheets.
Soul already long gone from the body, this sinner that is so low on the demonic
food chain will never leave the flames. The pig will never become a ghost or
poltergeist or a demon…it will simply exist to suffer.
Unlike his precious Izuku, whose soul will play with the angels once he kills
him. The kid's engery, mortal pain and body, he'll consume his entire being and
fully absorb the child like he did his twin brother once before to create his
own beautiful body, but the soul would leave him. A demon can look at a
heavenly touched soul, hold the soul even, but not keep the soul for it is not
his to keep. Yamikumo has been not of the heavens for a long time.
Wiping his mouth on his arm, Izuku’s body frowned at the disgusting taste of
the headless human that sprawled on the bed he crawled off. The snapped ropes
holding his arms and legs were broken off when he lunged at the human and
killed him...too quickly. Well, at least the pig managed to take him by
surprise into a comfortable, clean looking and spacious hotel room where
Yamikumo can easily spread an extra strong tarp in with no trouble at all.
Pulling back on his black shirt over Izuku’s exposed upper body, Yamikumo
immediately looked to his pants zipper to check if it was buttoned, which
luckily it still was buttoned. Good. So, then he went to search for his
backpack to get to work, the word he had to do every now and then when Sensei
and Katsuki-sensei tell him. The bed would make a perfect makeshift table for
his sword and his essential supplies for dismantling a dead body.
Such a tedious task it is to gather scraps for Sensei’s underling
experiments...quote just in case we need more material end quote. He liked
killing for killing, stealing for stealing, sex for sex…not chores, but today
it was a chore and the fox demon riding within Midoriya Izuku sighed a big
sigh. Boring.
Yamikumo couldn’t wait to get back to cuddling the child he was slowly killing
in their cozy bed soon, to drift off into a real sleep. And he can call it his
bed now too since they've been resting together since they first met. Lifting
Izuku’s hand up to his mouth, the fox shook his head as he walked towards the
bathroom and pushed two clawless fingers deep in the back of his throat. Dark
green messy hair flopped around as he forced the child vomit into the toilet.
It was that moment, Yuu and Katsuki-Senpai decided to arrive. When he finished
vomiting everything he could of the filth that managed to slide into his mouth
when Izuku and him were unconscious, Katsuki-senpai made himself known first by
cheerfully speaking next to him, “You’re not dead!”
“How long were you jerks watching me, huh?” Yamikumo glared at the two fox
shadows that swirled out of the darkness behind the open door of the bathroom.
They said nothing, but the fox demon Yamikumo knew they were fucking watching
him...Izuku...get facefucked and decided to watch the show.
Yuu stopped licking her paw and said, “We knew you’d handle it.”
Smile turning into a smirk, Katsuki-senpai poked the already prickly fox when
he purposefully stated, “But the human you killed is not even cut up enough
yet. Such a slow fox you are. You were taking such a long time that we got
worried you got exorcised or something. The years taking a toll on you,
Yamikumo-kun?”
Gargling the water in his mouth as he listened to his two friend babble,
Yamikumo then spat it out in the sink as his first response and immediately
retorted to his Senpai, “I’ll bite your ass when I finish up, both of you. And
you’re older than both of us you idiot Senpai. You two can go now.”
“Don’t need help this time around?” Yuu tilted her head and hopped up on the
sink to watch the body of the child named Izuku, wipe his hands on the hand
towel. "Even though we just watched your human get violated like that, we knew
you'd handle it. Don't be mad."
"Don't need it."
"We're sorry. You can bite our asses for real later." The other fox walked
closer and brushed his tail on the ankle of Yamikumo to say, “So, you sure
about not needing us?”
“I’m fine, Senpai, Yuu." Yamikumi was annoyed by them, but he was also annoyed
at himself for being annoyed. Hell, he's angry right now and he doesn't want to
think about it, the fox demon just wants to joyfully chop up a body.
Nevertheless, the demon couldn't help but ask his Senpai this, "Are you not
going to question me about the human suit I’m using?”
“Hey, you have your kinks and I got mine. Just tell me later, I don’t want to
ruin the surprise you got for us.” Yamikumo smirked down at Katsuki-senpai when
he said this, knowing now that Yuu told him what he said before about Izuku, on
the day the human and him first were introduced.
“Just call!” Yuu fell back into the shadows.
And Katsuki-senpai followed after Yuu, but before he disappeared he told the
younger fox demon encased inside the young human boy, “Sensei wants to see us
all soon. I’ll need those parts later today too.” Yamikumo nodded to him and
went back to business.
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.
.
It was just one of the many times Izuku and Yamikumo ventured out
together…baiting, killing, torturing, whoever they aimed for in many places
around Japan. The fox demon wished he could bring them both to a different
country, to show Izuku even more fun places in his dreams and to spread his
chaos as they traveled, but sadly he was still too weak to do it by himself.
Only Sensei could send them elsewhere, with his seemingly endless power, and
Yamikumo wasn't going to let Sensei know of his human.
When the child is dead and he has his own body again, he will tell
Sensei...when he stands over his dead corpse and rips out their leader living
inside.
So for now, his slow regain of energy from his main source and consuming of as
many lowlife energies he slaughters on the sidelines will be enough to sate
him. He’ll get his own body soon, and then Sensei won’t see him coming.
.
.
However, Yamikumo did not expect the young child Izuku to throw him out of his
body during the worst moments. The day that happened, it was a dry, yet
comfortable spring day and that Bakugou child was there looking at them with
his stupid blessed eyes.
Unfortunately.
.
.
.
The sun started to set, staining everything in orange and red hues and brining
out the red of the fresh blood that stained the alley. And before all that,
before the wrong place at the wrong time kind of situation happened, he was
just minding his own business:
Bakugou Katsuki likes wandering after class when walking home alone. He
sometimes ditches the two nameless followers of his and even Deku sometimes,
when he wants alone time to just...recuperate and think without the high energy
of school and home life. Or at least Bakugou does ditch Deku when he’s around
to ditch at least! Bakugou was…kind of annoyed with the little crap Deku by how
often he can’t come to class now. It’s shitty, but it’s the truth-what is wrong
with Deku? He hoped that Auntie wasn't being weirder than usual to Deku or
something...
The first time he asked Izuku when he came back three days later, with an upset
expression, Izuku looked to the ground and sadly said, “I got sick real bad
because of pollen and things. Allergy bad things. I was sneezing so much and my
eyes were puffy.” Bakugou understood and told him to stop being careless with
his body because, only idiots can’t stop sneezing. Then they went together to
head for the school morning assembly since it was a Monday for the two young
second grade students.
When Deku was absent a second time, Bakugou yelled at him and said, “The heck?
You were sick last week. What happened to you weird De-” Izuku took off his red
scarf, hissing a bit from the big patches of Band-Aids on his neck and lower
chin. Bakugou stopped his sentence since Deku told him his mother accidentally
bumped into him and he fell down a flight of stairs. He had All Might band-aids
placed all over his arms and legs too.
The third time, about a month later, Bakugou was asked to give Izuku a weeks
worth of school work including an additional day for the classwork today, so he
did. He didn't want to because, he just doesn't like his teacher's face, but he
did it for Deku. His mother even told him to come home quick first, so that she
could have him give the Midoriya family some Royce matcha chocolate. That was
Deku's favorite special chocolate he could only get during the holidays. Auntie
Inko opened the door with a face mask on, and she acted all…cold to him again.
It's been the norm though with how she briskly ignores his mother and him,
pulling Izuku away, whenever he sneaks off to talk with them at the grocery
store or any other place they meet up. Auntie Inko did not look good by the
tired eyes she had. She was damp with sweat on her face, but since he was there
standing at his door step for her son...she was polite enough to simply thank
him for delivering Izuku’s work. Luckily, Bakugou managed to ask Auntie before
she closed the door about Izuku and if he’s okay to talk to him, but she only
shook her head and said, “His cold and cough will disappear soon and he’ll try
seeing you Monday. I'll make sure he does his work.”
When it happened again today…Bakugou was walking home alone, Deku-less again
and he wondered when Izuku would be back this time and a frown was on his face.
He was looking at his feet, glaring at the ground as he made his way home at
the end of the school day. It was then his thoughts were interrupted by a loud
scream of pain that echoed from his left side. Bakugou reflexively looked at
what was happening in the alleyway he was walking past and...regretted it.
A villain with an orange lizard tail and sharp claws just punched the face of a
woman, making her unconscious when she hit the cement wall. Holding the woman’s
pepper spray that was aimed at his eyes, the masked villain threw the can to
the ground and turned to look at him through teary, red eyes.
He was a witness now and Bakugou was going to run off with his mother’s words
warning him to be quick in situations you are not ready for, but the villain
was suddenly in front of him. Two hands dragged him into the complex alleyway
and the force of the pull made Bakugou’s blond hair fly back, left and right
from the sudden switching of directions. The movement made him dizzy, but he
snapped out of it when a fist collided with his jaw.
Reacting to the pain, Bakugou made explosions go off on the villain’s chest and
at his face, making the lizard guy scream, but then claws nicked his exposed
forearms. Bakugou dropped like a sac of rice with his eyes wide open in shock
from where he fell to the ground; he was paralyzed by the venom he spotted
dripping from the villain’s claws.
The little brat on the ground, staring up at him in fear, ruined the fun that
he was going to have with the woman. In addition to the kid, the pepper spray
the woman aimed at him was the real deal breaker with how his eyes were on
fire. Rubbing at his eyes, the villain tried to calm his breathing from the
pain he felt on his face. However, now that this little kid saw him, he’ll have
to do something about it. With an annoyed sigh the villain’s robotically
disguised voice addressed the vulnerable child crumpled on the ground, “I don’t
want you ruining my perfect streak, kid. I’ve never had to kill a kid before,
so I’ll make it quick for yo-”
Words were abruptly replaced with gurgling like a backed up toilet, overflowing
with dirty water, dirty red water. Bakugou was forcing himself to look up at
what happened, the paralysis venom holding him down, but then a bloody severed
lizard hand dropped to the ground. The villain’s feet rose a foot into the air
and his boots violently kicked about wildly, but it was in vain.
Bakugou tightly closed his eyes when a sickening crack echoed in the desolate
alley. When he finally opened his eyes, Bakugou stared at a puddle of red blood
that caressed his face as it grew in size and he gulped, fear holding him down
with the venom in his veins.
He felt warm liquid splatter on top of his face as well, but it was of no
importance to Bakugou Katsuki for the main problem was that a dead body is in
his line of vision. It is the dead body of his attacker, shoved to the ground
by a kid…just like him, smaller than him even, dressed in a oversized black
hooded sweatshirt and short shorts. The kid has simple, torn up, red
sneakers...that look...familiar.
Another villain, killed him?
The villain kid has his back turned to him, but he was able to spot something
sharp in their hands. Bakugou was ignored, forgotten on the ground nearby, for
the kid is too busy and by the sounds of it…the kid was too busy chopping up
the villain's body.
From where he was laying hurt on the ground, Bakugou could still see the face
of the man who attacked him and was easily killed by the small hands, as small
as his own. The dead body of the man who tried to kill him moments before held
its gaze on him, with unmoving eyes and a slackened jaw, accented by the steady
overflow of blood amassing on the alleyway floor.
It was unfortunate that Bakugou Katsuki did not know at the time that when he
closed his eyes, to avoid looking at the dead body, that he would see the
lifeless expression under his eyelids in his dreams. His imagination animated
the scene, spotlighting it under the darkness of his closed eyes and the loud
squishing, squelching, sounds accompanied his vision and enhanced his thoughts.
Bakugou’s mouth felt dry, his painful jaw throbbed and his body involuntarily
shook slightly for his infected body ached from the paralyzing venom, but still
fought it. He was in bad shape, but his panicking mind was like a bee buzzing
loudly, trapped in a sealed hive unable to escape for the situation was
overwhelming and made his mind spin.
His fear is strong, well hidden, but present. A smaller, pitiless part of
himself felt a good riddance to the now bloody corpse of his would be killer.
It was that single dark thought that inadvertently brought Bakugou back to the
situation at hand…there was a villain chopping up a dead body in his presence.
He opened his eyes again to stare, knowing there is no escape from this reality
of the kid-like thing that is pulling apart a human body and Bakugou knew right
now...he can only watch. He can’t run, but he can feel his voice still working
by the involuntary whimper he let out. A bite of his lip prevented the whimper
from being too loud, but the small form of the killer villain kid stiffened in
their movements.
They heard him. He had to do something. The sun caught the shiny surface of a
large knife. Bakugou had to do something now or he'll-...Unclenching his one
good fist of his right hand, the venom going away slowly by how he forced his
quirk to work, Bakugou Katsuki took a trembling breath filled with the copper
scent of blood and yelled out, “Just get the hell over with it already!”
Bakugou knows he is in trouble when the face he saw turned to look at him had
scribble-like, inky brush strokes of smoke encasing their face like a half mask
helmet.
The black scribble smoke was shaped like a dog…wolf ears or something at the
top part of their mask helmet thing and it stuck up, around the black hoodie
they also had on. The six long, erratic moving forms of black smoke behind the
villain, completed the animal look right out of those old Japanese ink
paintings with ancient demon animals and their multiple tails.
The painted ink hovered over the upper part of their face, obscuring everything
and only exposing the blood that covered their visible, normal human looking
mouth.
His gut told him to run, but it also told him to stay, and the contradicting
feelings made him want to scream in frustration, but he kept silent for another
severed hand bounced off petite thighs to the ground in shock. The polite form
of those folded legs contradicted the previous animalistic actions. A clatter
of a kitchen cleaver made Bakugou flinch again and fall to the ground, the mini
explosions firing off wildly in his palms in the attempt to move, failing him.
The villain kid stood up with their bloody knees, wobbling a little, and
Bakugou looked at the blood slide over an All-Might band-aid.
The killer kid is standing there silently, looking at him, and blood fell from
their fingertips trailing towards Bakugou Katsuki as they walked closer to him.
The black tail-like things whipped wildly behind the kid, but what really made
Bakugou stop struggling to sit up was when the blood-covered villain kid spoke
in a familiar, soft voice filled with worry; worry for him.
“...Ka...Kacchan?”
“…Deku?” The explosions in Bakugou’s hands fizzled out.
.
.
Yamikumo stumbled back a few steps, taken aback by how suddenly he was left by
his Midoriya Izuku as soon as that Bakugou child spoke. The demon was baffled
by how Izuku broke out of his dream in an instant to run towards that horrible
child. Izuku screamed, “No, Kacchannn!”
By the large puddle of blood near Bakugou's face and all the red splattered on
his fallen form, Izuku thought that his Bakugou Katsuki was severely injured.
Izuku probably has a lot of questions on how he got here, what happened to him,
but all he can think of is helping Kacchan. Bakugou Katsuki was more important
than him...
.
.
The inky smoke that wrapped itself around Izuku flew away from him as if he ran
through a thick, dark cloud and emerged unscathed. Bakugou’s red eyes were
widened in crippling shock at Deku when he began to fuss over him, the Deku he
has always known since forever, worried for him…again, but this time with blood
all over him.
Deku pulled his fallen, blood covered friend up to a sitting position and let
him lean against him, wrapping his own arms around Katsuki’s limp body. On a
normal day, Bakugou would have yelled at him for even thinking of moving him
since he could have been injured or something by how he looked, but this wasn’t
normal.
“Kacchan! I’ll get someone, I’ll call an ambulance and-and-” Tears fell from
Izuku’s face as he began to stutter out thoughts, “And I’ll f-figure out how to
stop you bleeding and-and-” Izuku looked in the sweatshirt pockets to see if he
had a cloth or anything and he was about to tear at his already torn right
sleeve, but Bakugou shushed him frantically in annoyance since he couldn't hear
himself think. He couldn't understand it all.
"Deku, shut up! Just shut up, I can't-I'm so-goddamn it!"
The inky scribble smoke dissipated back into the shadows into the ground as
fast as it could, but Bakugou was able to see it behind Izuku fussing about in
front of him.
Bakugou focused back on Deku, when the blood covered boy held his face up close
to his own, trying to wipe the blood on his face with his fingers in a worried
driven frenzy. It was useless though since Izuku had his hands covered in blood
too and when he noticed this, Izuku gasped, letting go of Bakugou’s face.
"Ack!" Bakugou let a muffled huff into the black sweatshirt cloth that pressed
against his face when his head was dropped on Deku’s small, trembling
shoulders. He let his head fall to his side on Deku's shoulders and took a deep
breath filled with conflicted emotions of shock and fear, hot air blowing on
Izuku’s sickly pale neck as he quickly spoke, “I only got a scratch, Deku! All
this blood is someone else's, not mine! It's of some dead villain behind you!”
Izuku went back to holding his body against him and tried to turn around, but
Bakugou yelled, some spit flying from his mouth as he loudly ordered the idiot
holding him up and away from the blood covered ground, “DON’T FUCKING TURN
AROUND, DEKU!”
Cursing at him for the first time, Midoriya Izuku flinched from the harshness
of Bakugou’s tone, but was smart enough to follow his order and unsteadily ask,
“What happened Kacchan? I’m so confused. I was sleeping before a-and-” Izuku
began coughing off to the side, away from Bakugou so that he won’t cough
directly in his face. When he stopped, Izuku turned back to look at him with a
fatigued and apologetic smile, “S-sorry…I’m so confused. You’re hurt and we're
covered in a lot of blood and-and…w-where is...Yamikun?”
“Yami..kun?” Bakugou slowly repeated. He watched the familiar black inky smoke
drip down Izuku’s lip and down his eyes in tears, flying away from the blood
and tears it once coated, dissipating quick like the smoke of a blown out
candle. He became alert again by the moment of calm they were experiencing, for
he knew it would end because, someone is using Deku against his will. So he
told him just that, “Deku, there’s someone using your body right now.”
“Using...me?” Deku sounded confused and his shaking body held onto him tighter.
The blood coating his hands seeped into Bakugou’s elementary school uniform.
“They used you to hurt someone bad. Really, really strong and bad and you were
covered in black smoke. You looked like a...dog, wolf or something with your
ears and tail.”
A fox. Izuku thought that immediately and knew that he looked like a fox.
Closing his eyes and burying his face in Katsuki’s soft sun-kissed hair, Izuku
whispered to Bakugou in his arms, “Don’t worry…Yamikun will explain everything
to me. He’ll help us, he'll help, he'll help us, and-and-”
“Deku, goddamn it-” The hair at the back of Bakugou’s neck stood up and his
skin felt cold. Izuku moved to accommodate his friend when Bakugou tried to sit
up on his own to give him a serious stare right into his wide green eyes. His
friend's face made Izuku gulp and then whimper when his friend grabbed onto his
shoulders, holding them in place, forcing his body to stop shaking. Bakugou
demanded he answer him, tightening his hold on Izuku’s shoulders, making the
other boy cringe from the urgency in his voice, “Who is Yamikun? How can you
trust him? Something’s wrong Deku! I can feel it! Something’s been in you,
forcing you to do things you don't want to do, and it is-”
Bakugou loudly cursed at noone when Izuku suddenly went limp. Since Izuku was
the one holding them up, Bakugou fell back when Izuku fell forward, draping his
entire body over him. Deku’s face pressed against his shoulder and neck,
burying his face at the space there with drool falling from his mouth. Deku
hummed and wrapped his arms around Bakugou Katsuki's torso like a body pillow
he held onto in his sleep. And Deku is asleep now. The black hood that Izuku
wore of his oversized sweatshirt fell off and Bakugou was able to grab a fist
full of Deku’s soft dark green hair.
He shook the boy’s head slightly, no response. He flicked at his cheek, no
response. He was tempted to yell in his face, but didn’t when a faint, familiar
and cute snore reached his ears.
“What the hell Deku,” Bakugou growled out for he was about to explode in more
ways than one, the first being at the situation and the second, literally by
how his hands twitched. However, Bakugou held his breath when Izuku’s snoring
suddenly stopped. “Shit…”
Bakugou Katsuki's legs still felt like bricks cemented to the ground. He can’t
run.
Yamikumo, within Izuku’s body, lifted his head to smile down at the Bakugou
child trapped underneath him and said, “You’re really gifted, little Bakugou. A
real trouble maker you are to my Deku and I. Me most of all.”
“Your Deku? Who the fuck are you and what are you doing to him, hah? What crazy
quirk are you using to control-” The bangs of Deku that tickled his nose
disappeared and was replaced with something sharper.
“Enough talking.” Deku’s fingernails became black and elongated into sharp
claws, its intimidation was enough to silence Bakugou as they hovered near his
face. Chuckling a little, the fox demon thought aloud, “I know my Izukun will
be sad to hear of your death, so I won’t kill you. Though I’ll make sure you
forget allll about me, okay?”
Sweat fell down Bakugou’s forehead when those claws disappeared and Deku’s
fanged smile widened, coming closer and closer, down towards his face as Deku
mocked him, murmuring, “The despair in your aura tastes like shit. Typical. The
Miko fools would infect your entire family tree like this...how unappetizing.”
Yamikumo still licked up some of the negativity within the disgusting aura of
Bakugou Katsuki's emotions...despite the taste he just insulted. After all,
energy is still energy for the demon, even if it tastes like shit.
Bakugou was confused. Very confused. And he flinched when the person inside
Deku, made Deku lower his eyes to a close with those long eyelashes pressing
down on pink cheeks. Black smoke slipped out of the corner of Midoriya Izuku's
mouth and a flash of those fangs nipped his skin when they pressed against his
lips. Bakugou closed his mouth in defiance from the forced kiss, but was
shocked when the kiss barely lasted due to the controlled Deku pulling away and
screaming in pain.
Something was floating close in front of Bakugou's nose. It is a gold and
bronze necklace that his mother gave him as a gift when he first displayed his
quirk, but the normally closed mouth of the lion-dog pendant is open wide in a
roar facing Deku, aimed at the person inside.
Cupping his mouth, crumpled on the ground, Deku’s voice yelled into his bloody
hands for the sensation he felt on his lips ripped him way from the young
Bakugou. It felt like something scratched his lower mouth, dragging their claws
over his face and Yamikumo immediately unrolled his sleeves to wipe his mouth
to check for blood. No blood, good.
Bakugou actually managed to use his not paralyzed hands to use mini-explosions
to propel him forward in short bursts to try and get away from the thing
controlling Deku. Cracking his jaw in place, Yamikumo then ran after Bakugou
and pulled him back into the shadows, into his territory against the deep
shadows created by the high buildings around them.
The sun was almost gone, but Bakugou could see the white in Deku’s eyes bleed
to black, his dark green eyes flashing red at him. Whoever was in Deku had his
wrists held down by two of the six smoky tails behind Deku’s body and the dog-
animal cover was back with those tall pointed ears. The further reveal of those
eyes...made Bakugou think of all the stories his mother told him about where
Demons used to roam the earth, and with his mother's pendant doing this for
him, it made him realize...that the thing inside Deku was a-
"Demon," Bakugou defiantly spoke, “What the hell did you do to Deku?”
A tail smacked into Bakugou's stomach, letting him wheeze by the air forced out
of him, and pressed him hard against the wall, dragging him up. Bakugou’s feet
dangled about a foot or two in the air, unmoving, but his toes wiggled
frantically in his unhindered attempts to move.
The anger within the Bakugou child’s voice made Yamikumo want to rip his throat
out with his teeth, but he knew he could not now from the Shisa guardian lion-
dog pendant the little fool had with him. So, with a twitch of his lip,
Yamikumo teased the child, placing a seed within Bakugou’s thoughts, “A lot of
things, child. And he’s done so many things with me. Want to know how many
people your sweet Izuku has tortured to death?”
The fact that the thing inside Deku didn't deny being a demon should be
shocking, but what the demon said made him angrier.
“Shut the fuck up!” Bakugou spat out at the monster using Deku like a doll,
“Deku wouldn’t do that! You did it!” The loud human child he held looked down
at Deku’s injured small legs, covered in bandage wraps with an All Might band-
aid sticking out once again to Bakugou. Bakugou narrowed his eyes as he said,
“You’re the one that’s been hurting him and making him sick!”
Yamikumo ignored the brat and casually continued as if the Bakugou offspring
didn’t correctly accuse him, “Your Deku would lure them all into his trap,
pretending to be lost and scared. And then he would say that they would gladly
help him. Then they would take your small and sweet Deku into a secret place, a
scarier and lonelier secret place all bad people have.”
Bakugou screamed out, “Stop fucking talking you shit!”
“I’d go into more details of what is done to Deku and what Deku does to them
after, but they’re a bit too adult for you. Though, you did see this, so I
could tell you more-”
“I don’t understand what the hell is going on with Deku and you or why you’re
all over him like that with your dirty black smoke, and I can’t see you, but I
know you’ve been fucking with Deku for a long time and I won’t let you anymore
you shit.” Bakugou shouted a warrior like scream as he forced his legs to kick
at the smoke holding him, his explosions propelling him high above Deku, who
just snarled at him with a voice deeper than normal.
Turning around in the air, finally doing his move correctly this time, Bakugou
shot a strong explosion at the back of Deku while mid-air, but the tails
blocked him. The form of the tails were sacrificed and scattered into a dark
mist from the force of his explosion, but they dropped back into the shadow of
Deku. Bakugou grit his teeth when the shadow quickly stretched towards him from
where he landed and wrapped around his leg, holding him in place. Deku’s
scribbled ink covered face turned to face him with a sweet smile that mimicked
Deku's joyful smile directed at him whenever he does something cool.
"Deku snap the fuck out of it! It's me!"
Bakugou yelled out his name again, but the only response he got was a simple,
“Your Deku is asleep.”
.
.
Izuku cried into Yamikumo’s chest from everything he saw, all the blood, and
the pain he felt on him and all the blood on Kacchan, who could not move for
some reason. Kacchan looked so weak and couldn't do anything for him. The
yukata of Yamikumo was wet with tears and the fox demon held him tightly in a
comforting embrace. He shushed him, lulling him away from the fears he felt
from them suddenly separating from each other...all thanks to that Bakugou
Katsuki, that stupid child.
Dark green hair slipped through his fingers as he caressed Izuku’s head, trying
to make the child stop crying at what he saw and felt. Yamikumo didn’t think
the voice of a Bakugou would reach Izuku, but by how close they are…he should
have known. Pressing his face down near his human child’s neck, Yamikumo
whispered, “Shhh Izukun, it was just a bad, very vivid dream. I’m here now for
you to take it all away, okay?”
Their dark surroundings faded away and grass brushed against their legs in a
field of lilies they appeared in inside their dreams. Izuku nodded that he
understood, but still held onto Yamikumo tightly. The fox demon looked up at
the moon swirling into existence in the bright sky decorated with stars around
them, illuminating the darkness alongside the fireflies floating about in the
Beppu mountainous wilderness. Then demon held Izuku up in his arms and walked
them towards the natural hot springs that were nearby at the edge of the field.
“It felt so real though…” Izuku moved away from Yamikumo’s embrace, apologizing
for wetting his yukata again, and then sunk his feet into the hot springs. The
warmth felt good on his achy legs. He felt so tired from that dream, but he
managed to remember what the Kacchan in his dream told him. Yamikumo moved to
hover over him, the fox demon’s hazy human-like form breathed on his face and
then moved to sit next to Izuku and wrap his arm around Izuku's small body.
Innocently Izuku asked his friend, kicking the warm water at his feet,
“Yamikun…are you…lying to me?”
The demon was quiet.
"Did you...are you, using me or something?"
“Alright, you got me." The sad tone in the fox demon’s voice made Izuku’s
breath hitch, but his friend continued to say, "I didn’t…want you to be
disappointed in me. I failed you.”
Yamikumo dropped his head on Izuku’s shoulder and placed his arm to rest on his
hand on his chest. Izuku turned to face him and said, “C-can you tell me
why…you failed me?”
“Another demon got you when I wasn’t looking, but they're not good like me.
They felt your energy and tried to take you away from me. I fought them, and I
had to use your body to do it, to escape too, since I'm not strong enough.
Still not enough. And...it got bloody and…you shouldn’t have seen that, any of
that. That evil demon that got you pulled you into deeper nightmares, hurt you
and I’m sorry I wasn’t able to get to you fast enough.”
“And…it tried to hurt Kacchan too.”
“I got to him in time, luckily.” Yamikumo lied to explain the unfortunate
coincidence of his prey preying on his human’s plaything and carefully watched
the expression of Izuku, content arising in him as he saw the boy falling for
him yet again, like always. This human was his…and no one can take Izuku for
his fate is dying in his arms with only him as witness. So, Yamikumo continued
his lie in order to have his Izuku help him with his current problem. “Your
Kacchan's dreams did not take him as badly as it did you, but…there is still
something on his neck, a necklace, keeping him locked in this horrible dream.
You're the only one that can help...”
.
.
“I disliked you already, but this solidified my opinion of you,” Deku said with
hatred pouring into his words. The Bakugou child’s eyes are too sharp for his
age and Yamikumo would love to tear them out of their eye socks, especially
when he glared at him, declaring useless words as if Deku was not his to have.
Deku was his by right. He earned the boy and the boy earned him. Deku loves
him, wants him and the Bakugou child would never get that, but it wasn't
something the child even needed to get. “And to me, you’re not edible, so what
good are you besides being my toy’s favorite boy toy best frie-…oh, but you’re
not even going to be that anymore to him.”
Bakugou sent his explosions at the shadowy smoke that held his left leg and
instead of running away from him in fear, the boy charged at him again with a
crazed scream of, "DIEEEE!"
The demon wanted to laugh at the child, "Hehe, what a stupid-"
Yamikumo flew back out of his Izuku for the second time today and an
animalistic screech pierced the air out from the dark fox demon’s mouth and
echoed throughout all the shadows in the area. The roar of the glowing pendant
at Bakugou’s neck forced the demon out of his host and threw him into the
shadows. Waiting inside the shadows, two sets of hands caught Yamikumo from
flying back too far into the darkness and pushed him back up...that made the
demon smirk.
Perfect timing.
Bakugou caught Izuku before he hit the ground and ran to get out of the alley,
the last of the venom in his body weakening enough for him to move. Yet,
holding someone else, made him slower even if he used his quirk to propel them
forward out of the complex alley. Deku was sleeping soundly, draped on his
back, without a care in the world.
When they reached the main street, Bakugou smacked his right side against an
invisible barrier, and both Deku and him slid down to the ground against the
barrier. About four people were walking by on their side of the walkway, but
none of them looked their way even when he screamed to get their attention. A
hero even ran passed them…Deathgoro he thinks, in a rush to some other
important scene, but he couldn’t really try and verify if the hero he was
Deathgoro because, the shadows around them moved in. The shadows circled around
them like wild strokes of ink painting them in a corner.
Bakugou shook Izuku awake and luckily he woke up this time. Izuku was jolted
out of his sleep and simply stared at Bakugou who is holding his left arm
tightly, but looking away, focusing on the shadows coming closer. Quietly,
Izuku looked back and forth from Bakugou’s necklace and then to the unfamiliar
hostile feeling he felt from the shadows.
.
.
The killer intent displayed by Yamikumo, Yuu and Katsuki-senpai was
unrecognizable to Izuku and the demons happily knew that. Yamikumo would never
be hostile to what was his and the familiar fox demon hid in the frightening
aura they proudly presented to the human children. The other two fox allies of
Yamikumo circled around Izuku and Bakugou waiting for Yamikumo’s signal.
.
.
Bakugou turned to Izuku, fear in his eyes as he told him, “Stupid Deku, don’t
sit there with your mouth open like a flytrap. Hold onto me, tightly, and I’ll
shoot us out of here. We can't go forward, but maybe we could...” They could go
up. It was a thought, a plan they could try. Tingling skin and sweat beaded out
of his palms. Bakugou then aimed his open palms down at his sides when he felt
Izuku wrap his arms tightly around his shoulders.
Just as he was about to try blasting them out of there, Izuku yanked his
necklace off his neck, breaking the golden chain it was on, and threw it into
the darkness. Bakugou’s focus faltered and he muttered in confusion,
“Deku...what did you-”
In that moment the darkness completely coated the ground and the two children
fell down into a void closing their surroundings, dragging them down away from
everything into the shadows.
.
.
Yuu and Katsuki-senpai moved quickly, following Yamikumo's plan, in their two-
tailed animal fox forms and placed their paws on the children's foreheads.
Both Izuku and Bakugou screamed as their consciousness was abruptly pulled into
nothing. The sounds of incomprehensible voices muttering around them shut off
like a switch as they both entered into a deep sleep.
The necklace thrown away opened its mouth again, but its bright roar died out
from getting thrown away from its owner. The necklace fell deeper into the
shadows never to be seen again.
Deku was held against Yamikumo’s body like a precious gem and the other two
nogitsune demon foxes chose not to say anything from the display of affection
they saw. Bakugou was left floating in the void, forgotten for now, as the
three foxes had a conversation on what to do. Yamikumo has been plotting
already though...
The two other demons wanted answers from Yamikumo, but they only shook their
heads in fondness of what just happened. They all laughed together and tears
even formed at the corner of the eldest fox demon Katsuki-senpai’s eyes. The
eldest fox then said when his laughter went away, “I can’t wait to see where
this goes with you Yamikumo-kun.”
Taking a deep breath of Izuku's natural scent and blood, within his soft hair,
Yamikumo muttered a low reply for her was distracted right now, "You won't have
to wait too long now." He stayed like that for a moment and looked up to face
his friends. The smirk on Katsuki-senpai’s face managed to make him smirk back
at the older blond haired demon and say to him with a vexing, but true
statement, “If you were a little brat I think you’d probably look like the
Bakugou kid right there.”
Looking at the unconscious child floating next to his right side, the older fox
frowned as he took in the child’s facial features and hearing him get associate
with a Bakugou descendant. The attempt to make him break his happy go-lucky
voice failed and Katsuki-senpai smiled as he agreed, “Yeah…I can kind of see
it.”
“His first name is Katsuki, too.”
Katsuki let out a sharp bark of amused laughter and agreed, “Now, that’s even
funnier.”
“Such an adorable child this human of yours." Yuu traced the sweet, peaceful
face of Midoriya Izuku sleeping in Yamikumo’s arms, her dainty fingers
retracting her claws in her human form. "The last time I saw him, he was so
tiny and sad. He feels much happier now.” She tucked her short brunette hair
behind her ear as she giggled at how soft the child’s facial skin still was
despite hanging with a demon for years.
“I’m giving him a lot of happiness,” Yamikumo declared with a shy grin at Yuu's
words, but he still decided to kiss Izuku's cheek. The injured legs Yuu and
Katsuki-senpai saw did not bother them for even though the kid seemed happier,
the child was falling deeper into a foxes open jaw and the two demons knew
that.
Katsuki-senpai smiled a sweet, all knowing smile to Yamikumo and stated, “I
think I know where this is going…ah! But I won’t say anything!” Yuu pouted at
their Senpai for she wanted to know his theory and sighed.
Getting back to the situation at hand, Yuu then transformed back into her fox
form as she said, “Do you want our help this time?”
“I do.” Yamikumo entered Izuku.
The dead body of the villain that attacked Bakugou was gleefully taken by
Katsuki-senpai for him to mess around in his experiments and Yuu was useful in
helping him take over Bakugou. Another setback happened when Yuu was unable to
enter the home of the Bakugou household, but Yamikumo was quick enough to tell
her not to go in since he was unable before when he killed the next door
neighbor's dog for Izuku. The two demons brainstormed. After a few minutes, Yuu
smacked her friend on the shoulder when she obtain the perfect solution to
their dilemma.
The scratches on Bakugou’s arms were due to him getting into a little
unimportant scuffle with a classmate with talons. Bakugou Katsuki was
brainwashed efficiently, future nightmares weaved into the child’s mind, ready
to appear when he sleeps…only to disappear when Izuku is gone.
All that remained are the lies Yamikumo created for his Izuku.
And all the trouble they had to go through with Bakugou Katsuki was worth it in
the end for Yamikumo and the human he owns…but mostly worth it for Yamikumo and
all his hard work.
.
.
.
Bakugou stumbled into his house and almost fell down, but he managed to catch
himself. His father’s stern call from the living room had him kicking off his
shoes quickly and throwing his bag off to see what was wrong. His mother and
father were sitting in the living room with his mother giving him an angry look
while his father had looked disappointed number four out of thirteen.
Usually when he does something wrong, he knows what he did and since he didn’t
know what he did this time, Bakugou broke the silence to whine out a, “Whatttt
the hell did I do now?”
“Midoriya Izuku called me, personally on the home phone, and told me how you
two are not friends anymore according to you.”
“That stupid-“
“He was crying really hard, Katsuki,” his father frowned when he saw his son
only huff at him in annoyance and cross his arms over his chest. “Why did you
say that?”
“Bakugou Katsuki, come in here and sit down with us now.” His mother pointed
where he'd sit, but he already knew the drill, so he didn't even look where she
pointed. He always sat at the same spot, they all did, in this exact formation
whenever something of 'importance' comes to their attention for whatever shit
he did. He obeyed and plopped down in the solo armchair and his parents were
already on the couch.
They didn’t say anything for a while until his mother caved and told him with
worry in her voice, “Did something happen between you two?”
“No,” Katsuki yelled that and gripped his hands on the armrests of the chair he
sat in, muttering under his breath when he thought of Deku crying on the
ground, “I don’t think so.”
His mother yelled at him and said, “Speak up!!”
“I said I don’t think so, Mom! What does it even matter? HE’S AN ANNOYING
QUIRKLESS IDIOT! Always getting in my way and being creepy, weird and so
freaking clingly. Grabbing at me with his weak quirkless-” Bakugou didn't want
to talk about this and he didn't want to look at his parents, think about Deku
crying or nothing. He just wanted to go to his room and try to sleep, if he
fucking can.
“I have two lawyers in my firm who are quirkless, Bakugou Katsuki. They are
tough and hardworking.”
His father then added, “I have one who is in the Emergency division at my
hospital. Don’t look down on people who are different from you.”
“Don’t you want to be a hero?” His mother lowered her voice, her eyes glaring
at her son’s frustrated expression that was aimed at her now when he opened his
eyes. There were dark circles under her son's eyes and she was going to ask him
if he has been sleeping well, if anything in particular happened at school to
make him drop his Deku as a friend, but her son spoke first.
“Yeah, whatever.” Katsuki slouched in his chair and looked away from his
parents again to look at the sun of the early afternoon shining through their
bay window of their common area. “You’d be annoyed too if you have to hear him
every week in school. And lawyers and medics don’t need quirks anyway so…”
His father clicked his tongue and retorted, “Don’t be smart.”
Bakugou Katsuki’s had it and he slams his fist on the armrest as he screamed
out again that he doesn’t want to be Izuku’s friend anymore. Mitsuki is
disappointed in her son and says, so, but is brushed off. Looking at his hands,
Katsuki though he saw red on his hands, but it was just the reflection of their
red window flower decoration hanging on their window. “You don’t get it.
Something is wrong with Deku and I don't want to hang around him anymore.”
“I feel like something is wrong with you too, brat,” his mother bluntly
declared. “And you haven’t told us.”
Looking at his mother with an eyebrow raised, Katsuki let out an offended,
“What??”
“You haven’t been sleeping well. I didn’t want to bring it up until you did,
but I can tell. You know I can tell.” She could see her son's patience snap by
the twitching of his right eyes and her young seven year old child fell into
her trap by blurting out his words.
“My nightmares have nothing to do with weird, idiot, De-” He bit his lip and
frowned, stopping his words for he felt something was off with what he was
going to say.
Bakugou Mitsuki slammed her hand on the coffee table in front of her and said,
“We have to try and be there for him, even if he feels wrong to you, even if he
is weird or an idiot, he is still a friend. And not just any friend, he’s your
Izuku. The Deku and Kacchan duo you’ve always been. And as a person who is not
you, you don’t know what he may be going through.” And neither does Mitsuki.
She frowned when she thought of that for she really was worried for the boy and
Inko...worried for her well-being, but mostly for her child that could be in
trouble. Mitsuki could call for the police to check on them…a surprise visit,
tomorrow...she does have one favor she can cash in from one of her contacts
that owe her from a previous case, but-
“…Can we talk about something else?” Her son's voice sounded tired now.
Mitsuki looked to her husband when he asked their son, “Will you at least tell
us why you can’t sleep?”
A minute of two passed and the Bakugou parents patiently waited for their
temperamental son to open up to him at his own pace. And when he did, their son
said tiredly told them, “I’ve...I've been...having these nightmares lately. I
don’t remember them too much, just bits of many things, crazy things, and
sometimes I can’t go back to sleep. Can I go now…please?”
Bakugou Katsuki’s parents said nothing, taking in their son pleading them so
uncharacteristically and Katsuki’s pouting expression grew strong when his
father looked at his mother, placing a hand over hers. He really wanted to just
take a warm shower and then relax in his room until he gets called for dinner.
No games, no internet, no nothing, just...his night light and rest. Maybe the
nightmares won't come if he takes a little nap before hand...
Mitsuki felt something is messing with her son. She did not understand how or
why it was plaguing her son, but she will put a stop to it. Nothing should be
able to enter their home...or at least that is what her more talented great
grandmother told her before she passed, when she blessed their home. Her great
grandmother's talismans were strong. Bakugou Katsuki's mother then said, “If
you want to, but know that I’m going to remain friends with little Izukun even
if you are not.”
As he was standing up to head back to the front entrance where he dropped his
bag, their only dear son Katsuki let out a cute squeak at her, “WHAT?”
“I am my own person, like you brat.” Sticking her nose in the air, Mitsuki
smirked and announced to her son that began to walk out of the living room,
“I’m free to befriend and un-friend whomever I want, make all the decisions I
want because, I’m a big boy.”
The not-subtle jab at him made Bakugou Katsuki yell out as his mother, getting
louder when his father chuckled at him from behind a closed fist, “I know I
am!! And I am making decisions and I decided that he’s not my friend anymore!”
“I know you are making decisions and I am letting you make them freely to fuck
it up as much as you want, but I’m allowed to judge you for them. I am your
mother…HEY!” Bakugou stomped off faster away from her, saying nothing to what
she said and Mitsuki angrily called after him, forcing him to sarcastically
walk backwards back to her. “Walk correctly, you brat.”
“Sure, old lady.” Bakugou forced his legs to not stomp this time to get his bag
and to head up the stairs to the safety of his room.
When her son was asleep that night, Mitsuki secretly slipped her Baku talisman
under Katsuki's pillow and left as quietly as she entered. Her prayers hoped
that when Katsuki awoke from his nightmares, they would be quickly consumed and
erased forever by the Baku spirit.
It was too bad the nightmares already did their job and the remaining bad
dreams were the unimportant leftovers.
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.
When Izuku and Yamikumo arrived back to the locked room in the Midoriya
household, the fox demon undressed the child and pushed him towards the
bathroom. He told the young kid to shower with warm water for the cold of the
night had to be washed away, as well as the dirt that got all over him from the
forest he hastily ran through. The death of Katsukun, the bunny, was still
fresh in Izuku's mind as well as the phone call to the Bakugou household
earlier in the day, but right now Yamikumo was determined to make the human get
ready for bed. A normal ritual he did whenever they went out together as
separate individuals.
The fox demon poked the bony collarbone of the young Izuku and said with a
teasing laugh, “I’m not going to sleep with you if you’re filthy, Izukun.”
The human child frowned up at Yamikumo and said, “But you’re dirty too,
Yamikun.”
“I can shower after you.” The child stared at him with eyes that silently
pleaded with him and he broke down for the first time ever, when it came to
showering together. “Oh hells, fine.”
“Yamikun! You cursed!” Izuku laughed for a moment and then frowned for his
thoughts wandered back to his former friend, “Kacchan...began cursing at me a
lot before he-”
Before the child can cry again, Yamikumo threw off his yukata and grabbed the
naked young human as he ran into the bathroom saying, “We’re filthy, let’s go.”
Izuku squeaked and began laughing when Yamikumo held him up, throwing him into
the air and catching him as they slipped into the shower together. “The faster
we are clean, the faster we can sleep. You need to rest.”
A well deserved rest that Yamikumo will let the child have for a few nights.
To Be Continued
Chapter End Notes
     “Shisa” - in Okinawan mythology there is a lion-dog guardian artifact
     that wards off evil when their mouth opens. The Bakugou family has an
     artifact in their family and his mother gave it to Katsuki. Too bad
     they don’t have it anymore.
     “Baku Talisman” - A dream eating talisman that helps summon the
     mythical chimera-like Baku creature to eat bad dreams that children
     have.
     A lot of bad things happened here to both Izuku and Bakugou and
     things only get worse for this demon filled story. Stay tuned for
     more! Hope this was a wild ride of a chapter. -Unoutan
***** The Final Ingredients are Midoriya Izuku *****
Chapter Summary
     Midoriya Inko is wrong and Katsuki and Izuku have a moment, but
     Midoriya Izuku's time is almost up and Yamikumo feels nothing of it.
     The demon's spell is to be completed and the last ingredients are the
     easiest to trap, but Yamikumo tells himself over and over that he
     still feels nothing of that. He won't. Ever.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Yamikumo heard the sound of a door opening and closing from a distance, along
with an endless amount of muttering from Midoriya Inko. She sounded upset. The
fox demon, holding Izuku on his lap, stopped his funny story of how he had a
difficult time walking when he first resurrected as a spirit fox, so that the
child will calm his laughter. And with a kiss to the boy’s nose, Yamikumo
disappeared when Inko’s hand touched the first lock on Izuku’s door.
Unlocking three of the locks to open her son’s door, Inko peaked in with a big
happy smile on her lips as she turned towards her giggling son Izuku. The
always cheerful tone of Izuku’s mother called to her son as she stepped inside
the room, “Oh, Izukun, you’re awake still? What are you laughing about? Are you
hungry, thirsty or anything?”
Izuku was going to tell her about something made-up to cover for Yamikumo, but
unpredictably his mother cut him off by suddenly slamming the door hard behind
her with eyes wide with worry. Inko looked at the book in her son’s hand and
pencil he held and demanded, “What did I say about jumping around on and off
the king bed to get things when I’m not here? I didn’t even put out your
stool…”
“M-mom, I’m nine now and I’m not that short anymore.”
“You could have hurt yourself when I wasn’t here!”
“I can get off the bed really well, see?” Izuku put down his book and pencil to
move away from the center of the bed, towards his mother standing by the door.
Inko put a hand over her mouth and quickly walked towards her son, her eyes
wide the entire time looking over Izuku’s body. It’s like she is searching for
something on Izuku. Yamikumo silently watched his little Izuku sit at the edge
of the bed, his bare feet two inches above the ground, and once again reassured
his mother by saying, “I’m older now, Mom, but Mom, do you…want s-some tea
before you r-rest up again? You look very t-tired.”
Izuku began to stutter for his confidence dwindled under his mother’s intense,
thoughtful gaze.
“Izukun, you shouldn’t worry about mommy. Mommy is supposed to worry about you.
I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself Izukun because of me.” Inko sat next to
her son and her expression became sadder the more she spoke, looking at her
son’s small body. “You’re bigger now, but still small and you get sick so
easily, dear. So please, the best thing to do for me is to listen to your mommy
of everything that she asks, okay, my dear Izukun? Don’t leave mommy, I love
you.”
“I love you too, mom. D-did you have a bad dream of me leaving?” His mother
became silent for a bit and leaned her body towards her son, closing her eyes.
She opened her arms toward Izuku and Izuku leaned into her embrace.
Ink opened her eyes again, tears in her eyes as she smiled down at her caring
son holding her so tightly, “Mommy has been having bad dreams for a while,
Izukun, nothing too bad, but tonight was just…”
“Don’t worry, Mom.” Izuku held his mother longer, taking in the warmth of her
boy, memorizing this rare moment with his mother, and pulled away from the
embrace to reach out and hold his mother’s hands. Holding both of his mother’s
hands, Izuku stood up from his bed and lead his mother out of his room towards
the kitchen to make her tea, “No matter what bad dreams you have, I’ll never
leave you. I promise.”
Later that night when his mother slept, Izuku left again with a demon inside
him to prowl the streets for sinners he can punish.
Yamikumo was inside the human boy Izuku again, riding within the child’s dying
body, but this time his latest murder ended quicker than usual. The one woman
and man he killed in Osaka were already neatly chopped up and it was still
early, about one in the morning. Maybe, if he could park Izuku’s sleeping body
somewhere temporarily, Yamikumo could get himself a drink at Kurogiri’s tavern.
However, right now he still needed to finish his job. Teleporting the wrapped
up body parts with him, Yamikumo appeared underneath the metal worktable of his
demon ally Katsuki-senpai in the abandoned warehouse.
Sensing Yamikumo’s presence at his feet, Katsuki-senpai ordered the villains
underneath him to go take a break and be back in thirty minutes. When they all
left, the fox demon inside Izuku’s body announced dramatically, speaking in
Izuku’s sweet voice, “Delivery of more flesh filler. How is the latest Noumu
going?”
“Ah, well, it’s going alright, but there are still some major problems.” The
human shaped shadow of Katsuki-senpai shrunk down into his simplest fox form
and settled on top of Izuku’s comfortable lap to relax. Katsuki-senpai’s tails
fluttered behind him as he adjusted his position on Izuku’s small legs.
“Hopefully the issue will be fixed soon. The Noumu keep falling apart after a
week. It’s annoying as hell with how difficult the calculations are and it’s
collaboration with the spell, but at least there is progress.”
Yamikumo nodded and placed Izuku’s cute, slender hands hand over Katsuki-
senpai’s soft fox fur. “Dark magic and science is a difficult combination.”
“Which is why you went old school with this one, huh?” Katsuki-senpai poked
Izuku’s exposed thigh, one claw teasing at the gauze bandages wrapped there.
“Don’t tease me. And don’t poke Izukun there,” sighed Yamikumo as he watched
Katsuki-senpai gently nudge Izuku’s injured thigh one more time with a
sarcastic expression on his fox face. “Sometimes you can’t beat classic black
magic.”
Another fox shadow slipped out of the gore of the broken down Noumou strapped
to an inclined metal table. Yuu spoke to them as she drew close to Yamikumo and
Katsuki, shaking her ears from the blood she could subconsciously feel on her
nonexistent body, “We’ll probably need to raid a morgue soon.”
Her small fox paws swiftly hopped around the puddles of blood, around the one
handsaw and scattered rusty nails and screws on the white tiled floor. The
floor drain by the Noumou’s feet slowly pulled the blood down into nothingness.
“That could be arranged. We just have to choose the freshest ones.” Katsuki-
senpai’s fox ears perked up and his tails waved in Yamikumo’s face, making
Izuku’s body let out an adorable sneeze. The two other demons fawned over
Izuku’s reaction and Yamikumo growled underneath his breath. “Awwww that child
is so cute.”
“He really is too cute.” Yuu giggled and then moved around the human body of
Midoriya Izuku, brushing her fox tails on his back. She then whispered into
Izuku’s ear to tell Yamikumo, “I can’t wait to have our own bodies too, after
everything is done with Sensei.”
Yamikumo smirked and whispered back, “A perfect plan. Though you two will have
to kill ten times more people, betray ten times more people than me in order to
beat my spell.”
Katsuki-senpai shrugged and hopped off the possessed human boy’s lap and
confidently spoke, “That could be arranged as well when we have more time after
this Noumou business.”
Yamikumo slipped off the blood covered metal worktable and then touched Izuku’s
pajama shorts clad butt, hoping there was no blood there. Yuu told him there
was nothing since the blood was all dried, so he stopped worrying about Izuku’s
backside and made his way to the still work in progress artificial human,
Noumou.
Yuu eyed all the bandages and band-aids over Izuku’s body, since it could be
easily seen with the yellow pajama shorts and rolled up sleeves of the black
oversized hoodie. When Yamikumo finished his observing of the failed Noumou,
Yuu asked him, “How is the human lasting in your spell timeframe?”
“It’ll be over soon.” Yamikumo slipped his hands underneath his oversized black
hoodie and touched Izuku’s fragile, bandaged torso to feel the child breathe.
He then said, “Give or take, a month or less. The amount of energy needed to
officially build my body is almost done. Just one more step.”
“And how is the human lasting?” Katsuki-senpai gazed up at him with a serious
expression, fox eyes narrowed at Yamikumo, to take in whatever the demon inside
the human would subtly reveal to him.
“He loves me.” Yamikumo smirked at the two demons with his hands cupped over
both of Izuku’s freckled cheeks. “He loves me so much and keeps saying so. And
he keeps saying I’m such a good friend.” Yamikumo giggled, shoulders shaking in
his amusement, but he stopped when his two friends didn’t say anything to him.
Katsuki-senpai hummed a curious hum.
Izuku's body frowned, Yamikumo upset within him. Yamikumo then growled, his fox
fangs appearing in Izuku’s mouth, as he demanded from them a simple, “Whattt?”
“It’s foolish how he does not even realize it,” Yuu whispered to Katsuki-senpai
and made the other male demon fox giggle and agree with her. The two foxes
waved their tails and shot Yamikumo with a knowing look.
“Shut up you two.” The fangs in Izuku’s mouth disappeared when Yamikumo waved
them off casually to change the subject. “I’m not foolish, now back to
important things. This Noumou is-”
“You love him toooooo.” Katsuki-senpai teased and Yamikumo wanted to throw the
closest severed body part at the other nogitsune demon fox. He didn’t though
because, that that would mean that they were right and he did not want to
acknowledge that.
“This Noumou-” Yamikumo insisted, ignoring the light laughter of his friends,
and continued speaking, “This Noumou probably needs more quirks to properly
hold it in ratio to how many humans are in it. How many quirks were in this
one?”
“It was a 20 people to 35 quirk ratio. You think we should increase the quirk
amount then?” Katsuki-senpai answered with a tilt of his fox ears flopping off
to one side.
“I mean it’s just a suggestion. I’m a collector remember? And you’re the
scientists.”
Yuu spoke next and reminded Yamikumo, “And I collect too, along with many other
weak villains under Sensei! Don’t try and weasel out of thinking, you lazy fox!
You’re a scientist too you-”
“Love you Yuuuu-chan. Don’t get mad.” Yuu’s angry blush diminished when
Yamikumo utilized Midoriya Izuku’s cute face to smile at her. And instead of
throwing bloody human body parts like a child towards his two friends, Yamikumo
crossed Izuku’s arms over his chest and turned his back to them saying, “I
better go. I smell the devil’s son coming.”
“Alright then,” Katsuki-senpai blinked his bright red fox eyes and called out,
“Have a nice night!”
The two demon foxes smiled at Yamikumo take the human boy back underneath the
darkness of the metal worktable and disappeared. They knew that their tainted
section of the warehouse was a confusion of too much blood and scents of dead
humans and they used that to their advantage. So when two of Sensei’s demon
possessed followers walked in, escorting Sensei’s son Shigaraki Tomura, the
watchdogs suspected nothing.
However, their previous suspected thoughts of Yamikumo caring for the human
child he was killing is verified to be true. Yamikumo cares for the human child
Midoriya Izuku, but even if he does care, the spell must go on. “Maybe,”
Katsuki-senpai and Yuu thought together telepathically in secret since
Shigaraki Tomura is with them and currently inspecting their work on the
Noumou, “Maybe in another life they’ll meet.”
Shigaraki Tomura, after looking at the Noumou for a few minutes, walked up to
pet Katsuki-senpai and Yuu in a greeting that the demons admitted that they
liked. Tomura sat on a stool, placed his arm on an area clear of blood on the
table, and then asked them, “So how are my Noumou experiments going?”
The human Shigaraki Tomura picked up a stray bit of human flesh on the table he
sat at and smiled at the demons looking at him with a smile of their own.
.
.
.
Midoriya Izuku is such a smart child.
Though he was always smart for a child, but at times like this, Yamikumo could
not help but get impressed by Izuku’s cleverness and creativity. Even though
Yamikumo has been using the child as a proper meat-suit until own body fully
grew and his energy would return to its peak, the young Izuku could still hold
up on his own. And hold up pretty well despite Izuku having a deteriorating
body…
Yamikumo watched approvingly when little Izuku, grabbed a huge heavy looking
bag of trash in order to swing it at the first kid who lunged at him. He
successfully did and the other kid yelled in pain. Midoriya Izuku is very
adorable when his eyes get all angry, tears streaming down his face like that,
but the best is when he can see him start to cry when they are alone.
The previously torn plastic bag Izuku held, with its thin structure, exploded
spectacularly on his main target and hindered the other two backup kids that
tried to tackle Izuku. Garbage, glass and other shards of crap flew everywhere
and Izuku dodged it all to frantically run past them.
Something Yamikumo did not like to admit was that Izuku’s strong aura becomes
even more tantalizing like this with: Tears, anger and rage. Yamikumo knew of
his denial to his feelings for the boy, a little soft side that grew within
him, but he wants his body. Having his own body is more important like Sensei.
“AH! Get him!” One of the bullies screamed this, through pained tears at the
little cuts that marred his hands and cheeks.
Slithering quickly on the ground, slipping into shadow to shadow, Yamikumo
closely followed Izuku as he breathlessly pushed into a frantic sprint down the
abandoned street. He turned left, turned right, and right again, but the sound
of the other kids pursuing him were still there, a bit far, but still in the
chase despite how hard Izuku tried to confuse them. Running into the back alley
of the local grocery store, Izuku rolled and ducked behind cardboard boxes and
trash, backpack held tightly against his chest and his back against the brick
wall.
Quivering.
Izuku started to feel his upper back grow to a familiar ache that also made his
chest hurt and his lungs to spasm uncontrollably. Tears slipped down Izuku’s
face as he fought the asthma attack growing worse within him. He did not want
to be found, so Izuku began to shake in place with his hand covering his mouth
to keep himself quiet. He was trying to hold back his coughs…it hurt.
The child was growing…in a way…strong, a quick thinker during his fourth year
of primary education, elementary school. The boy is young at the age of nine,
but his personality, his instincts and desperation have grown thanks to the
bullies that constantly put him in fight or flight mode. The bullying for being
quirkless, missing school due to getting sick, having no friends, writing or
drawing all the time alone and just existing near them, only grew more intense
as soon as Bakugou Katsuki publicly dropped him as a friend.
And at the perfect age of nine, the boy’s life essence was dwindling on its
last drops.
The fox demon smiled when the three older kids in Izuku’s primary elementary
school ran near the grocery store, mutation quirks detecting the target they
wished to harm; their primal instincts holding them in Izuku’s very location.
Tasteless brats. Their previous anger and pain issues didn’t even taste good as
they ambushed Izuku as soon as classes were over. Their miscellaneous pain,
school problems, not getting the game they wanted for their birthday and other
unimportant shit, tastes pathetic.
The best tasting pain was still his Izuku. Like when they made him fall down to
the ground with a shove…
Like when they beat his arms and stomach…
Like when Izuku wakes up with Yamikumo in bed, aching and shivering…holding
onto Yamikumo’s translucent form, begging him to kiss the pain away. Midoriya
Izuku continuously fuels everything Yamikumo loves the most.
.
.
But sadly playtime always has to end, even for mischievous demon foxes.
Enjoyment always ends and that is what Yamikumo believed would happen on the
day he would kill Izuku. He would be wrong.
.
.
Only less than two weeks until the end and Yamikumo can already feel his own
body, such a wonderful feeling it is to touch his own flesh body. The demon can
touch his own arms, his own face, feel blood pump in him and it’s exhilarating.
The young Midoriya Izuku was happy for him too with how the child says he can
see his face clearer than before. Izuku was so happy when he saw that they both
had similar freckles.
Soon Yamikumo will have his own body, but until the last day arrives, until the
last part of his spell is fulfilled, he shall enjoy the show.
The fox demon will enjoy his witness to Midoriya Izuku’s short life. And maybe,
if Yamikumo ever has time to kill, he can visit the boy’s grave and leave some
flowers that he knows the boy would have loved.
The three bullies a grade or two older than Midoriya Izuku slowly moved around
back of the grocery store, one of the hyena-looking kids sniffed at the air
with an ugly smile. Yamikumo became bored when one of the bullies tripped over
a small cardboard box, so the demon decided that this was enough. Anyway, the
show Yamikumo watches when Izuku gets home is a lot better thanks to the
child’s charming mother.
The shadow of a fox stepped over the three shadows of the three bullies going
after Izuku and that made them stop walking. Yamikumo’s eyes glowed once in the
darkness and the bully trio stood there, their previous expressions morphing
into confusion. Then they all turned around away from where Izuku was hiding to
head to their homes, laughing together about the upcoming shounen anime they’re
all excited to see.
Turning into his fox form, Yamikumo brushed his tail against Izuku’s face and
said, “I got rid of them for you, Izukun, but wait here for a bit until they
are further enough away.”
Izuku uncovered his mouth to let his suppressed coughs out and when he felt his
chest calm down enough, he smiled and weakly said, “Thanks…so much Yamikun.”
Fingers gripped his chest tightly as the pain there still hurt, so Izuku
ruffled through his pants pockets to find his inhaler. Unfortunately, Izuku did
not have it since it fell out of his pocket at some point during his race away
from school.
.
.
There was someone knocking at her door. Midoriya Inko stood up and quickly
looked through her peephole to see who was at her door. With a frown, Inko
opened her door to stare down at the child of her former friend Bakugou
Mitsuki.
The child of Bakugou Mitsuki was staring at her filled mailbox and that made
Inko’s big smile twitch once before she addressed the young boy as friendly as
she could, “Ah, Katsuki-kun. Why are you-”
“Here take it.” Katsuki held up the inhaler in weird mother Deku’s face and
said, “Deku ran out of school too fast and dropped it.”
Katsuki hated talking to Deku’s mother, but he had to do this. Knowing his
mother would be unpleased with him if he went home and discovered that he did
not give the inhaler back to Izuku. It’s not like he was the one who made him
lose it in the first place…
Through gritted teeth, Katsuki spoke again when Midoriya’s mother made no move
to take it, so he had to touch her hand with the inhaler, “Here, Auntie.”
Inko clenched her one fist and snatched the inhaler out of the child’s hand and
said, “Thank you. Good bye, Katsuki-kun.”
And with a door slammed on his face, Bakugou Katsuki grumbled to himself as he
walked away. Before the elevator even arrived, the small Bakugou shot a look
back at Deku’s apartment when the door quickly opened again for some reason. He
saw Deku’s mother grab all the mail and then slam the door shut again.
The hate Bakugou Katsuki had for her for a long time grew even more and he
turned back around when the elevator arrived. Of course, he hated Deku too, but
on his scale of annoying ass people, Deku’s mother is on top.
Katsuki stepped out of the elevator of the housing apartment complex of
Midoriya Izuku to leave, but stopped on the sidewalk when he came face to face
with the actual Midoriya Izuku. Closing his eyes, Katsuki took a deep breath
and then looked at the other boy’s weak, sickly looking frame and said, “Get
out of my way, Deku.”
Izuku didn’t get out of his way. The other boy just stood there and held the
straps of his school bag and looked at him with such an open expression,
Katsuki didn’t want to look at him. Closing his eyes again, Katsuki walked
forward and moved around Izuku to walk past him, but the other boy spoke to him
in that emotion filled voiced that Katsuki hates, “I miss y-…er, thanks
Kacchan.”
With a shoulder almost brushing against his arm, Katsuki opened his eyes as
they began to twitched in annoyance at Izuku. Katsuki, through gritted teeth,
responded, “Why the fuck are you thanking me for?”
Izuku smiled up at him and that made Katsuki flinch a bit when the shorter boy
said, dark green curly hair bouncing from the movement of look up at him,
“Thanks for finding my inhaler.”
“I didn’t fucking find it. I stepped on it and-” Katsuki stopped talking when
he saw Izuku’s smile widen at him knowingly. “-Fuck you Deku.”
With an annoyed as hell huff, Katsuki walked away saying nothing more to Izuku,
but he could feel those bright green eyes smiling at him as he walks away.
Izuku, even if Katsuki doesn’t want it, will always be a kid he’ll always be
hyper aware of no matter how much he dislikes the creepy wannabe fake hero.
And as soon as Bakugou’s mother saw Katsuki’s face, pausing in her typing of
some important documents for her lawyer firm, she immediately said, “Izukun,
bothering you again, my cute little brat?”
“DON’T CUTE LITTLE BRAT ME, MOM. AND LEAVE ME ALONE ABOUT DEKU.”
“So it is about your Deku?” Bakugou frowned deeply at his mother’s knowing look
that was directed at him and she opened her mouth to speak again, but he cut
her off with a scream.
“GAHHHHH-” He ran up the stairs and slammed the door of his room and caused his
mother to yell at him to do it again. Apologetically, Katsuki opened his door
slowly again this time and closed it the right way with no slamming, all the
while grumbling under his breath.
Katsuki didn’t hear his father say with a happy smile, “Better.”
Throwing off his school bag and jacket, Katsuki sat on his floor and leaned
against his bed with his head resting on his mattress and his arms limp at his
sides.
It always is Deku for him, pissing him off at every turn and just-just-...When
Katsuki weakly punched the wood of his bedside table, it rattled all the crap
he had inside and the All Might lamp hopped once from the force. He’s stopped
having nightmares months ago and he can’t remember shit, but he knows Deku was
in them. And just looking at Deku makes him want to yell at the kid with how he
still wants to be a hero, keeps talking about hero this, hero that when
clearly…with his quirkless ass, he’ll never be a hero.
Bakugou Katsuki is going to be a hero, not him.
He groaned and slapped a hand over his face, taking deeper breaths in and out
because, he was getting too worked up over this like always. Also, he knew he
couldn’t stomp around in his room for his mom would yell at him.
Katsuki, under the darkness of his palm over his eyes, saw Izuku smiling at him
earlier and thought of how small the kid was compared to him, how weakly he
always moved and how tired he always seemed. The bullies in their elementary
school suck and sure, he sometimes gets annoyed with Deku, but not to their
extent…and Katsuki doesn’t want anything to do with Deku.
That is what he tells himself, all the time, knowing he shouldn’t be near the
boy with the uncomfortable vibes, but still he yells at the bullies who take it
too far when he sees it, shoves those asses away when they are disrupting the
area, and he still...delivered the inhaler of Deku to his home.
Damn everything, damn himself too, and most of all damn stupid Deku.
.
.
Yamikumo rolled his eyes when Izuku turned around to watch the human’s former
friend stomp away down the street towards his home. The fox demon was going to
bring Izuku’s attention back to him, but was shocked when Izuku wondered aloud
to him, “I want to go over Kacchan’s place.”
“Ehh? Why? He’ll just be mean to you like in school and he told you many times
that he hates being around you, Izukun.” Yamikumo slipped his arms around
Izuku’s small waist and murmured into the back of the boy’s neck with a hint of
a whine, “Come onnn, let’s go home quick and then when your mom locks the door
on your room, we can go play in the forest again like always.”
The demon’s eye twitched when Izuku whined back, leaning his body on him,
“Buttt, I wanna see Kacchan’s mom. She’s really nice to me.”
Even though the child said he wanted to see his Bakugou Katsuki’s mother,
Yamikumo knew that it was also a chance for him to see his precious Kacchan.
Pathetic. However, the demon didn’t say that and said again with a lie, “But
I’m on limited time today. I can’t see you later on tonight since I have some
spirit world issues to deal with.”
“But…I haven’t been able to visit Kacchan since like a year or two ago. It
fells like forever ago, a-and I have a reason now to visit.”
“Oh? And what reason is that?”
“I-I can stop by the bakery and buy some pastries to give to Kacchan, his mom
and dad too, as a thank you. I have left over from Mom’s allowance! It’s perfe-
”
“Okay, fine.” The demon let go of Izuku and growled out, “I’ll see you later
when I can then.” Izuku turned around quickly to apologize to his good friend,
when he heard how upset he sounded, but was met with air for Yamikumo
disappeared.
Izuku could feel the bottom of his lip tremble slightly and tears form at the
corner of his eyes. He’s never had an argument with Yamikumo before that ended
with him leaving so suddenly. Shaking his head to clear his sad thoughts, Izuku
went to the bakery as quickly as he could so that he will have his meeting with
Kacchan again and his parents happen faster. He’ll be quick with his visit to
the Bakugou home, so that he could go back home sooner to apologize to Yamikumo
for upsetting him.
He’ll let Yamikumo choose whatever he wants to do with him tonight, when they
go out and play in the forest.
.
.
Bakugou felt someone at the gate of his home as he exited his bathroom shower
and predictably, the doorbell rang confirming his guess. He heard his mother’s
squeal and wondered who the hell was at the door. After he finished drying his
hair and changing quickly into his home clothes of a black shirt with a white
skull on it and All Might pajama pants, Bakugou carefully went down the stairs
to try and sneak peek at whoever arrived, but froze when he saw familiar red
shoes at the door entrance. He recognized them easily, even from afar and
entered his living room yelling out, interrupting the laugher of his mother,
“DEKU! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU-”
“KATSUKI, WATCH YOUR FUCKING LANGUAGE.”
“Ummm…honey, you just-” The Bakugou father sighed when his wife yelled again
her correction.
“I MEAN, KATSUKI, WATCH YOUR DAMN LANGUAGE.”
“Okay, better, I guess.” Bakugou Masaru rubbed the back of his head and
apologized to Deku, who was sitting next to him on the couch in-between him and
his wife.
Holding his soon to be throbbing forehead, Katsuki mentally counted to ten like
his mother always tells him to do, but he never made it when Izuku called out
to him all happy and shit, “Kacchan, I brought your favorite pastries from the
corner shop Butterfly Days.”
“Little Izukun told me how you delivered him his inhaler after he dropped it at
school.”
“I don’t know why you even went with the idea that I fucking care about you
Deku.” Katsuki growled out and crossed his arms over his chest, upset at Deku
with…everything right now.
“Katsukiiiii…” His father warned him.
“Damn Deku.”
“Better,” His mother was now the one who said that.
“Well, Kacchan, I just guessed and you didn’t deny it before.” Izuku honestly
answered the youngest Bakugou, making Auntie Mitsuki squeal a little squeal as
she hugged Izuku.
“You smartass…” His father and mother both gave their son a look. And so, with
an annoyed sigh, Bakugou Katsuki sat down at his usual spot in the living room
and settled his body to relax on the solo armchair. “Why are you here, Deku?”
Izuku frowned a little in frustration when he answered, “I just wanted to thank
you with something...since I could.”
“You didn’t have to thank me, idiot. So annoying.”
Izuku sighed, but the sigh was cut off when his father patted Izuku’s head
fondly and said, “And that was very nice of you Izukun. Remember that you can
visit our home anytime you want. It’s always open to you.”
“And now that my husband landed his dream job in a fashion company, we can play
dress up with both you and your Kacchan together.” Izuku looked at his Auntie
with a questioning look.
Katsuki immediately whined out in annoyance at his mother, a small blush
forming on his face, “I’m not a doll!”
“Bakugou Katsuki, if your father is breaking his back to give you amazing
clothes on your back, you’ll respect him if he needs your help! Pants, shirt,
dress or skirt, you will help your father.”
“Dress?” Of course, Izuku would notice his mother say that and Bakugou groaned
loudly and threw a small couch pillow at Izuku, which sadly he dodged. “S-sorry
Kacchan. But, if I can come over again, I won’t mind Auntie, as long as I won’t
be dressing up alone.”
“It’s a date.” Katsuki began sputtering like a broke record when he heard his
mother say that and witness his father’s happy smile towards him with a wink.
Ohhh, Bakugou Katsuki wanted to tackle Izuku so that he woukd stop talking and
he would if his parents didn’t flank Izuku like immovable walls. They did that
on purpose.
Katsuki stood up, grabbed one strawberries n’cream pastry and marched back up
to his room. Izuku looked down at his lap dejectedly when Kacchan left him.
Bakugou’s parents winced at the sudden end to the somewhat pleasant atmosphere
they had with everyone there, but quickly looked back at Izuku when he stood
up.
“I-I should go.”
“So soon? Izukun, this is like your second home you know. Ever since you were
small, this is your second home. You don’t have to leave so soon, dear.” Auntie
Bakug-…Mitsuki, she wanted Izuku to call her that instead, touched his shoulder
and brushed off something. Izuku didn’t see anything on his shoulder, but he
didn’t question it, knowing Mitsuki wanted him to stay longer with them. “You
know how difficult your Kacchan is sometimes. He’ll come down soon…”
Mitsuki could still feel the bad things surrounding Izuku whenever she touches
him and she wishes that she could remove it. Whatever it is. And she knows that
the source was probably his mother, and even if she was able to let her police
friend visit the Midoriya home a few times, he couldn’t get anything for her.
Midoriya Inko never let Mitsuki’s police friend see Izuku’s room…it’s minor,
but still a worrying thought. What is she hiding?
Uncle Masaru tilted his head slightly and gave Izuku a saddened, “Are you sure?
You can stay a bit, even with us, since Katsuki left, but he’ll come down
eventually and you can eat dinner with us?”
Mitsuki was determined when she said, “Yeah! You just tell your mom that you’re
eating with us for tonight and if she likes, she can come too and-”
Izuku politely shook his head with a weak smile, bowed a small bow and then
looked at them to say, “Thank you for offering, but I just wanted to drop these
pastries off as a thank you and-”
The unspoken ‘And see Kacchan’ could be heard by the Bakugou parents, but did
not say anything and just politely walked the young Midoriya to their home
entrance.
Izuku continued lowly, “And mom will be worried for me.”
The two adults watched the young boy put on his shoes, put on his bag, and
leave their home. They waved goodbye to the boy and Masaru looked at his wife
with a sad smile when she called out, “Anytime okay? You can visit anytime!”
When Deku was gone, his mother immediately turned around and looked up the
stairs at her son who just faked hiding in his room. Katsuki ate the last bit
of his pastry with the barest amount of guilt forming within him, in the pit of
his stomach, when he saw his mother's glare and his father’s saddened face.
When Katsuki walked back down his stairs to face his parents, his mother asked
him, “Do you have no shame?”
“None. No shame at all, mom.” The lingering strawberry pastry taste in
Katsuki’s mouth became too sour now, but he didn’t care. Curling his hands into
fists, Katsuki told his parents again to remind them how he felt, “I hate Deku,
now. Remember when I told you that, more than fifty times?”
Bakugou’s father frowned down at his son and said, “I know, but Katsuki, your
reasoning still-”
“I’m going to be the hero first and annoying weird ass Deku is never going to
be one! Leave me alone.” Bakugou Katsuki stomped back up to his room and didn’t
hear his father continue his sentence:
“-came out of nowhere.”
Mitsuki leaned her head on her husbands arm and sadly looked up at her son’s
closed room door, “I don’t understand what caused him to hate Izukun so much.”
“We’ll just keep trying okay, dear?”
“Yeah…”
.
.
Inko was upset with Izuku and immediately shoved him into his room, locking the
door behind him. Izuku flinched at the door when it slammed so hard behind him.
He felt bad for worrying his mother by not coming straight home and for not
telling her where he went after school, but he knew that his mother would be
angrier with him if he mentioned Bakugou Katsuki’s home.
Izuku knew his mother was just…worried for him though; Worried that he could
have been missing or something. That is was she said to Izuku. It was his fault
for not calling her or picking up his cellphone. Another thing his distraught
mother worriedly yelled at him with tears in her eyes, so he did not refute it.
It was his fault, just like how it was his fault for upsetting Yamikumo.
The fox demon’s hazy form laid on his bed, quiet, with his arms pillowed behind
his head and his legs casually crossed over at the ankles. Izuku slowly put
down his backpack and hesitantly spoke to his friend, “Y-Yamikun?”
Yamikumo said nothing.
Slowly, Izuku undressed down to his red All Might boxer shorts with the demon’s
eyes unknowingly following his every movement, watching each discarded clothing
fall to the floor.
“Even though your clothes are off, you’re still dirty from school, the street
and that home of that mean Kacchan, that you love more than me.” The demon said
nothing more when the child climbed into bed and laid next to him, above the
covers, Izuku’s tainted, languish exposed body clung to him.
“I…I love you, Yamikumo. Very much.” The demon raised his eyebrow at the human
child that held his arm when he said his name like that. Midoriya Izuku is
serious and the truth made Yamikumo cringe. “I love you very much, but…it’s
hard to let go of Kacchan even if he hurt me and still hurts me.”
“That’s not healthy.” Says the demon that has been slowly killing, feeding off
of, exploiting and destroying the human child before him, has stolen his
likeness and tainted it into his own possession with growing blood and flesh.
“That’s bad."
“It’s not…yea, it is bad, but I still-”
“Remember your bunny? Everything dies eventually. Even friendships.”
“I-I know, but Yamikun-” Izuku held tighter onto the yukata sleeve of his
Yamikumo and the demon gave in, turned towards Izuku and pulled the boy into a
hug. Pressing his face to the cloth of Yamikumo’s soft yukata on his chest,
Izuku told his friend seriously, “I don’t feel like our friendship is dead. And
even if it is dead…I’d want to try anyway.”
They stayed like that for some time and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Inside their dreams, they played in the illusionary forest and the demon was
content with just this for tonight.
.
.
.
Midoriya Izuku’s last day was on a Friday afternoon. He just got back from
school and his mother needed him, asked him to give her some company for a
little bit. And because his mother rarely asks him for such things, Izuku
happily took care of her.
.
.
“Hey mom, I’ll make you some tea okay? You always like a cup of black tea with-
“ Izuku stopped talking catching himself from mentioning her previous ex-
relationship, Taka- something Atsuchan…she broke up with his mother in a bad
way. His mother didn’t leave her room for two whole days no matter how much he
knocked on her locked door. It was a good thing Izuku’s attention was brought
to something else, so the change of topic helped him as he asked his mother,
“Um, mom, why is there a small pile of mail in our kitchen cupboard?”
His mother stood behind him, making sure that her son would not fall off the
steeping stool they both use to reach the higher cupboards of their kitchen.
Izuku collected the pile and held up the first envelope for his mother to see.
It is envelopes and pamphlets of psychiatry and therapy sessions. When Izuku
read that he hoped that maybe his mother would take a look at it, if just a
little. He was able to talk to Auntie Baku-…er, Auntie Mitsuki many times when
he has to go to the groceries to buy things when his mother cannot and she
mentioned such things could help his mom. And Auntie has always been good to
him, even acting as the peacemaker between Kacchan and him, if Kacchan tags
along with her to buy groceries too.
Inko peeked at them and then looked away saying, “The electric bill arrived
today and too much junk mail came with it. I didn’t want to deal with it now,
so I will tomorrow. Be a good boy, Izukun, and please put it back in the
cupboard where I can’t see it.”
Izuku nodded sadly, placing it back inside the cupboard behind the tea
containers and then pulled out the black tea container, shutting the cabinet
door after he was done. He got down from the high place he was and closed up
the stool.
Inko was silent and still now as she went to sit at the dining table. The
sounds of her son making her tea is the only sounds in the house.
Yamikumo watched within the shadows, still awed at how well the small human
child has gotten used to doing such things; Thing such as cleaning, making
simple meals and getting his own beverages, when he needed to for it was as
normal as Izuku going to the groceries. Even with Yamikumo’s help, the child
still managed his own in such things…even for someone as undeserving at his
mother.
“Thank you, Izukun. You really are too good for me.” Izuku smiled a small
smile, basking in the praise his mother gave him and Yamikumo rolled his eyes,
but stayed an unknown observer. Inko drank her tea and then patted the empty
dining chair next to her, so Izuku sat down next to her awkwardly. He was
nervous. Good. The human at least knew that whenever she gets like this, it
would be like walking on a thin layer of glass above a flame, ready to melt
through or shatter at any second.
More silence passed and Yamikumo wondered if today would be his day, the
perfect time to set his final step of his spell into motion.
When Inko spoke next, it told Yamikumo that today might be the day indeed.
Looking at her half empty cup of tea, Midoriya Izuku’s mother sighed and then
told her son what was bothering her, a weariness coated all over her words,
“Miyukichan…she’s-well, she...with me-”
Izuku perked up at the sound of Tanaka Miyuki, his mother’s current girlfriend
that was really nice to him and his mother whenever they are together. Miyuki
even took them both out to visit and eat at the highly popular ‘All Might
themed’ store and restaurant in Shibuya. Yamikumo came together with him was
the most sarcastic being ever, groaning at everything, but was quiet whenever
he really liked something or started to fanboy over something in his mind.
Though one part really stuck with him that time:
“All Might’s muscles are amazing!”
“You like intense muscles, Izukun? Really?”
“Well, Kacchan has muscles already and he looks really-“
“Okay, okay Izukun. Really you shouldn’t think so much of that boy after he
dumped you so badly.”
Izuku hoped that maybe one day, maybe when they reach middle school, they could
try and be friends again. It was a little hope Izuku had, even though Kacchan
hasn’t been the nicest to him anymore…
Still, back to his mother’s happiness, Miyuki is so nice to his mother and she
seemed to really enjoy her time with his mother, so his mother bringing her up
in this tone made Izuku…nervous. He really hoped she would have lasted and
could have been another mother for him, then his mother would be happier and-
…well, it was just a dream now.
Inko sighed again, her head lowering closer to the wooden table she leaned on.
The cup of black tea was forgotten on the table for now and Izuku hesitantly
placed his hand on his mother’s shoulder. His mother was shaking and covering
her face with both her hands, blocking out her reality around her and that she
has lost another one. She’s just-she’s just too…
“Be strong, okay mommy? It’s all Miyuki-san’s loss…” Izuku gave his mother a
small, reassuring smile when his mother decided to turn her head out of her
cupped hands to look at him. The dark circles at her eyes were more prominent
in the light and her eyes were shining with forming tears.
It was then Inko saw someone else speaking to her.
“I’ll always be here for you mommy and I’ll never-“ Izuku was cut off by Inko
striking him with her open palm. The loud slap echoed in the empty Midoriya
home and the shattering of a teacup shot out, scattering all over the ground
from the sudden movement.
Cupping his bleeding mouth, Izuku stumbled out of the chair he sat in, next to
his mother, and fell to the ground hard. Izuku scrambled back to try and get
away from his mother as she stood there, staring down at him, with an
expression Izuku hasn’t seen before. He couldn’t stop his swirling mind,
running around with his panicked thoughts of why, why would she do this to him?
Inko’s haunted expression fixated on Izuku’s half covered, bloody mouth, and
Inko did not see or hear her son in pain, panicking and crying at her feet.
Tears poured down at the corners of her eyes as she grabbed her husband’s
fallen form by the collar of his white shirt and shook him, furiously stating,
“But you did leave me and I’ve been alone ever since!”
Yamikumo held his hands over his mouth as he sat underneath the dining table,
looking up at the developing drama before him. He kept his presence hidden,
careful not to alert Izuku that he was there, watching in the darkness. The
demon’s eyes were excited as he looked at Izuku’s sprawled injured form and the
boy’s mother that hovered over him, a hungry lion about to devour her own cub.
“Tatsukun, Atsuchan and Miyukichan all left me like you did,” Inko cried as she
yelled in her husband’s face.
“Mommy it’s me, your son, Izukun!” Izuku held his mothers face, but his hands
were shook away, his mother's dark green hair wildly flew about. Still, Izuku
tried to make his mother come to her senses by speaking to her, “I’d never
leave you and I’ve always been with you!”
“You left me alone to cope with my miscarriage and to deal with our only
surviving son, your son, and he’s been the only real thing going for me, but I
can’t even do right for him.” Tears fells down Inko’s eyes as she sobbed,
clinging to her husband’s shirt and shaking him as she screamed, “I HOPE YOU
ROT IN HELL YOU SELFISH BASTARD!”
“M-MOM!” Izuku called for her again, louder this time, fearing his mother's
anger.
“I HATE YOU. I WANT YOU TO DIE FOR LEAVING ME WITH THIS MONSTER THAT LOOKS LIKE
YOU!” Blood dripped onto his mother’s pale skin and she blinked her shocked
eyes down at her husband, but she stilled her feelings, held onto her rage and
kept squeezing her husband. She squeezed with all her strength, enjoying the
fear in her husband’s eyes, “I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU BOTH SO MUCH!”
“N-NOT….D-…DAD!” Izuku desperately screamed out, fighting against the air he
was loosing. His vision began to blur, but Izuku still managed to tightly hold
his mother’s wrists, tugging at them to try and signal her, begging her to let
go of his throat.
When the tugging of her husband holding her wrists weakened, Inko’s mind
quickly cleared and she immediately let go of her coughing bleeding son.
Inko watched her son with pure fear in her eyes, and her fear grew when Izuku
fell back to the ground with a big desperate gasp of air. Inko took a step back
and quickly hid her hands behind her back, staring disbelievingly at her son
crumpled, writhing on the floor, injured because of her actions. Izuku's tears
fell as he cradled his hurt body.
There is red on the ground, splattered like rose petals by Inko’s feet and she
took a step away from her son's roses.
Midoriya Inko wanted to lock her son in his room. She did not want to look at
him, hear him, touch him or think of him ever again. She wanted him to get away
from her, hide him away like the letters she hides in her cupboards and
discards when life gets too cluttered.
Inko wanted to deny the existence of Izuku, lock him away in her heart with her
dead husband, like she has always done to him...ever since Izuku was a small
child.
The vision of her son in pain before her shook, the whole kitchen shook, and
Inko’s eyes rolled back, her mouth opened slightly from the sudden shock to her
system. Yamikumo was there, hovering his hand over Inko's face so that he could
guide her to sit at the dining table in a trance state.
Midoriya Inko stared into nothingness as a fox demon descended upon the
trembling young boy, hurt and crying on the ground.
Izuku covered his mouth as he coughed out blood that slipped to the kitchen
floor. However, Izuku looked up to try and see Yamikumo for the fox demon spoke
in a voice that sounded like his own, only a slight bit deeper. It was weird,
hearing a voice similar to his own give him comfort, “Izukun breathe for me,
okay? Nice and slow. I’m here for you.”
“Y-…Yamikun?” Izuku coughed more and tried to stand up, but fell back to the
ground in pain. The shadow from under Izuku’s kitchen table stretched out and
stood up to form Yamikumo’s familiar translucent body that made him think he
was looking in a mirror sometimes. “Y-your….voice b-became…”
“Shhh, don’t force yourself to talk.” Yamikumo pressed a kiss to Izuku’s cheek
and gathered the boy up in his arms, carefully cradling the small human to let
him rest his head on his shoulder. Izuku immediately closed his eyes when he
felt the familiar cloth of Yamikumo’s yukata touch his skin. “Come on, let’s
get out of here, you need to get away from your mother.”
Today was the day, the day for his final spell ingredient.
“M-My…m-mom,” Izuku coughed a few times again and hugged Yamikumo’s shoulders
as tightly as he could. He buried his face in the dark black locks of
Yamikumo’s choppy, curly hair and whispered to his fox friend, “S-she…hates
me.”
Today was definitely the day.
Closing his eyes slowly, Yamikumo leaned his face towards the crying Midoriya
Izuku in his arms and took a deep breath, taking in the human boy who has clung
to his side for years…just because, he could. No other reason.
And with a final nail on the coffin in its place, Yamikumo drove it in with an
unyielding hammer to the little boy’s heart and revealed, “She does…for the
longest time now.”
Izuku pulled away from the fox demon to look straight into Yamikumo’s dark
green eyes, Izuku’s wide, beautiful, bright green eyes staring at him with
tears falling down his cheeks. “Mom…has always-”
Running clawed hands delicately through Izuku’s soft hair, Yamikumo solemnly
nodded and the boy then buried his face into the crook of his neck, crying
softly from the truth he was told.
The fox demon could hear the child repeat under his breath in a weak call for
his mother, calling for her to take it all back, but she won’t.
Deep inside Inko’s heart, she always hated Izuku for being a constant reminder
of the love and happiness she could have had.
It is not Izuku’s fault, but it is an inevitability. Midoriya Izuku’s entire
being is a sacrifice given to Yamikumo by his father in order to save his dying
wife, so it is natural that the surviving parent would sense it. In a round
about way, Inko could sense that she was not meant to have children and that
everything around her is wrong. And it is wrong. As soon as fate changed,
Inko’s entire existence became wrong and her surviving son along with her.
Through the tears, Izuku did not resist when Yamikumo put on his black hoodie
on him and zipped it up over his middle school uniform. Izuku watched his demon
friend fly across the room, taking some clothes into a big bag and the little
belongings of Izuku like his hero notebooks and sketchbooks.
Yamikumo looked to Midoriya Inko, silently thanked the tainted woman destined
for eternal suffering. He then suggested to her to silently go lock her son in
his room like what she wanted.
The demon Yamikumo, now holding the crying child Midoriya Izuku in his arms
again, left the home as soon as the three clicks of Izuku’s room door locked
into place.
Inko’s mind came out of the small trance Yamikumo put on her and she
immediately ran back to the kitchen to clean away the dried blood of her son
that stained the floor. She scrubbed it all away and spoke under her breath in
never-ending repetition, “This never happened. Izukun is fine. This never
happened, this never happened, this never happened-”
Yamikumo appeared in the darkness of an empty, dark alleyway and put Izuku
down. Izuku clung to his leg and Yamikumo smiled down at the boy to reassure
his nervous state. “Izukun…”
“Don’t call me that anymore, please.”
The demon tried again, patiently suggesting, “Izuku…chan?”
“Okay.” Izuku didn’t like the Izukun anymore since his mother was the one who
first called him Izukun. And he did not want to think of her right now…it hurt
too much, and the demon quickly complied with the new name change.
“Izukuchan…I need you to wait here for me okay? I’ll be back to get you when
everything is ready in your new home.”
“New…home?” Izuku looked up at him with such hope that the demon became
hyperaware of his facial expression, hoping that it looked happy and genuine.
“Yes, your new home with me,” Yamikumo kneeled down and kissed Izuku’s right
eye, tasting the last tears he could taste. The traces of despair seeped into
his almost complete body and sent a shiver down the demon’s spine.
“I’m…you’re going to let me live with you?” The child’s voice trembled and
Yamikumo wanted to just eat him up right there, but he had to wait.
“Of course, Izukuchan. I care about you so much. You’re mine and you’ll always
be with me.”
Izuku began crying again, but this time it was more mixed with both sadness and
happiness. At least someone loved him...
What Izuku did not know is that in the darkness of the alley, a big, beautiful
pentagram is under his feet. Yamikumo placed him in the center, but Izuku had
no reason to suspect any actions of his longtime supernatural friend who has
been there for him...for as long as he could remember. Nor did Izuku know about
the invisible walls that prevented him from leaving the thirteen by thirteen
foot diameter of the intricate pentagram engrained in the cement ground.
Izuku’s time is up and the spell started as soon as Yamikumo left Izuku’s side.
As soon as Yamikumo disappeared away from Izuku, his eyes dulled as he watched
from the darkness next to the edge of the pentagram.
Izuku could not see Yamikumo and he could not see the villain Yamikumo has been
baiting, taunting and tormenting for the longest time, while within Izuku’s
body, enter the desolate alley. It was just a useless throw away villain that
Shigaraki Tomura said he could play with and get rid of since he knows too much
of the Villain Alliance, so Yamikumo accepted the offer. This pawn of a villain
focused his disgusting, rage filled expression on Izuku as soon as he noticed
the child standing alone in the dark alley.
Yamikumo frowned when he watched the villain lick his lips in excitement and
pull out two knives as he silently stalked towards the oblivious Izuku.
The last ingredient to solidify Yamikumo’s body into real world existence, out
of the shadows and into the light, is the physical sacrifice of a human body.
And along with the strongest emotion of an emotional betrayal, the demon’s soul
and mind will permanently tie together with his newly grown human-like body. He
will have real flesh and real power at his disposal to use in the human world.
Midoriya Izuku’s blood is to be spilt before him and Yamikumo will do nothing,
but watch and wait for his reward. He will witness this with joy and will not
feel sad when the innocent boy’s life disappears in a pool of blood.
Yamikumo won’t cry for Izuku.
Izuku turned around when he heard a creepy low laugh appear out of nowhere. The
two humans are now trapped in a demon's spell, the final seal, and only one
would make it out alive.
.
.
Katsuki’s parents regretted letting Izuku leave their home when Midoriya Inko
called them the day after in a frantic state, yelling at them, with fear
staining her voice.
Bakugou Katsuki carefully snuck out of bed when he overheard his mother loudly
talk on the phone. When he entered the kitchen to see what was going on, his
father looked at him with an expression of fear that Katsuki did not like to
see early that morning. Katsuki froze in shock, his eyes wide, when his father
told him something happened to Deku.
Katsuki spoke in a disbelieving tone, his lip twitched slightly as he repeated
what his father said, “Deku is…missing?”
To Be Continued
Chapter End Notes
     The finale of Midoriya Izuku is next, but this story is far from
     over.
     Also omg, I feel like I haven't updated this story in forever. What
     sucks is I have another story idea and I still have 4 ongoing
     stories!! GAH! I gotta finish my KHR story and then at least I will
     have 3 ongoing stories. lol Almost done with this one though and I'll
     start my next story of Demon possessed Midoriya Izuku soon. <3 Don't
     forget to comment if you liked this chapter! I appreciate the love!
     Thanks for reading and to be continued soon! -Unoutan
***** Midoriya Izuku descended and we've only just begun *****
Chapter Summary
     Midoriya Izuku is in pain and everything changes around him, many
     things. A lot of things change for everyone and it is only the
     beginning.
     Warning: All the previously tagged warnings apply in this chapter.
     Dark. Really. Dark.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“You didn’t run away after all.” Izuku turned around to look at the owner of
the hoarse voice that ominously spoke to him and immediately looked down at the
two big knives in his hands.
“W-Wha-what do you want?” When Izuku stuttered this out, he was ignored.
Looking at the worn out half mask the man is wearing on his face, Izuku gulped
when the fairly large, muscular man spun the knife in his left hand as he spat
out the words, “I found you.”
The man coughed and wiped blood from his mouth, then gripped his stomach that
was hastily bandaged up underneath a torn shirt. “You may have fucking killed
everyone else, but you missed me, you little shit.”
Izuku’s throat is still hoarse as well because of his mother trying to kill
him, but that didn’t stop him from calling out, louder each time the name of
Yamikumo. He then look a nervous steps back and stopped calling for Yamikumo
when the man’s smirk twitched into more of a snarl.
The man is limping, a few drops of blood fall by his left foot, seeping down
his body armor-like leg guards. The mask that is around the villain’s eyes and
nose did not hide the man’s blood shot eyes filled with a rage directed at him,
a rage that Izuku does not understand. The man kept approaching like a vulture,
hunched over and ready to swoop down to feed, so Izuku kept moving back, ready
to run and scream again for Yamikumo.
He just has to wait, run and escape from this abandoned alleyway if he can. And
if he can’t, Izuku knows his demon friend will come soon and save him like the
many times he has done before because, Yamikumo cares for him.
Voice shaking, matching his shaking body, Izuku stuttered out his confusion to
the frightening man stalking towards him, “W-who are you? W-what do you want
with m-me?”
“Drop that innocent bullshit with me you fucking trickster!” Izuku gulped from
the angry response and the sharp point of the knife that drew closer to him,
step by step closer. “That worked before, but you won’t get me like you got the
smug fucker who brought you to us…fucking doomed us.”
“I-I…please, I don’t…understand.”
The villain is hunched over and his furious blue eyes are hyper focused,
readying to lunge at the little boy quivering before him.
Midoriya Izuku’s legs are shaking, but he forced his legs to move, stumble
backwards as best as he could with fear on his face. He wanted to say to the
villain to not come any closer, but knew that it would only fall on deaf ears.
He has to be ready to run as fast as he can until Yamikumo comes to him.
Izuku’s eyes kept flickering down to the knives that rose higher into a
threatening pose, but then stopped when he felt something solid touch his back
as he walked backwards; splayed out fingers touched the dome like shape felt at
his back as he slowly slid to the right, determined, but confused. Little
Midoriya Izuku’s mind raced as to why he is inside an invisible dome within the
dark alley and how he managed to be place within it.
What the man said next made Izuku’s heart sink to his stomach and the obvious
doubts within to immediately surface as the undeniable truth.
“Shut the hell up! You’re not escaping from me you tricky fox demon, you cursed
piece of shit!”
The curtains lifted off of Izuku’s subconscious. With a pained scream, Midoriya
Izuku fell to his knees, gripping his head with his small hands and clenched
his hair tight within his trembling fists.
Everything came to the forefront of Izuku’s mind; all the memories that were
hidden from him and Izuku can hear his own voice laugh within his mind. The
laughter felt like a taunt. The truth that revealed itself at that moment hurt
and Izuku cried at the betrayal he felt consume him. The next thing Izuku knew
is that he was not screaming anymore, but gasping in pain.
Izuku managed to instinctually dodge the first knife attack that lunged at him,
but the second one sliced his left arm as he ran with his right shoulder
dragging against the invisible dome. The pain Izuku felt reminded him of the
man he first lured to a hotel and stabbed to death, his only wound being a
similar cut on the same arm.
The villain grunted as he slammed against the invisible wall and paused, not
continuing his chase…for now.
Looking at the blood trail he left, Izuku squeezed the wound on his upper arm
and determinedly moved to escape from the man.
Midoriya Izuku ran with hands held out in front of him, ignoring the pain in
his arm so that he can find the other side of the dome. Bloody palms slammed
against the dome wall and Izuku slid his fingers a little to see that his cage
is like glass. Smudged blood hovered in the air before Izuku’s shocked eyes and
he began to bang his fists against it. A suppressed thud could be heard after
each hit, but the nearby little birds that hopped around crumbs nearby did not
fly away.
One bird looked at him with its emotionless beady black eyes, but then it
returned to picking at crumbs. Izuku looked for Yamikumo on instinct and felt
the sting of betrayal seep deeper into his mind. Izuku closed his eyes tight
and clenched his teeth together in frustration for he knows that…no one is
going to help him. No one can help him.
Slowly, Izuku realized that there is no escaping the dome.
In disbelief, Izuku backed away from the invisible walls until he was a little
bit in the center. Izuku looked up at the darkening sky, eyes wide and then
slowly looked back down to his feet. Amongst all the characters Izuku can read,
that are engraved on the ground, the character he focused on was ‘death.’
The villain was muttering something under his breath, but the words grew louder
the more he repeated the words, “What…the hell.” That made Izuku turn around to
look back at the man with a little hiss of pain from his bleeding arm. The
villain moved his fists against the wall, shaking knives in his hands.
Now they are both aware of the invisible dome that they are trapped inside
without an exit.
The villain picked his head off the invisible wall he leaned on, looked to the
ground for a moment and then looked up at Izuku; his arms shook at his sides
and his fists gripped the knife handles tighter. It was then the man’s
emotionless expression turned maniacal as he hurled one knife up into the air
in a rage, only for the knife to slam against something to confirm the dome
height. The dull clank of the knife hitting the wall sent a ripple through its
surface.
The knife fell down a few paces near Izuku with a louder clank of metal hitting
cement.
A loud, desperate laughter bubbled up within the villain and Izuku’s yes
widened in fear, but swiftly looked at the knife. The man’s laughter continued
on, so Izuku ran to the knife and picked it up.“Hahaha, y-you fucking trapped
me in here to finish the job, huh? T-The last man to kill, y-you wanna make
sure your last target is killed too, huh? Ahahaha! Tell me-tell me!”
Izuku shook his head at him and screamed his strong denial, because, he did not
do this. Knife shaking in his right hand, covered in his own freshly spilt
blood, Izuku held it up and loudly yelled in frustration, “No, no, no, no, you
got this all wrong! I didn’t…it wasn’t me!!”
The man coughed a few times, amusement overtaking his anger, and each laugh
felt like the tip of a knife puncturing shallow cuts up Izuku’s spine. “How
fun.”
“F-fun?”
“Soo much fun, like the fun we all could have had at the inn, you fucking
little slut.”
Izuku held his knife higher when the villain across the room took a small step
towards him and something flashed before his eyes. A kitchen cleaver with red
in his hands and within a mirror, Izuku’s seven-year-old and first grade
elementary image looked into his eyes and cleaned off the blood that on his
skin between his unbuttoned shirt. The demon Yamikumo, with his invisible arms,
petted Izuku’s shoulder from the oblivious sanctuary of his mind within that
resurfaced memory from the past.
The man is coming closer to Izuku again, chest still shaking with leftover
giggles as he spoke with cheerful resignation, “I don’t know how the fuck to
kill you, but if I can make you suffer just a little then I’ll be content. Tell
me little boy, how old are you?”
“N-nine.” Izuku switched hands fast to wipe the blood from his right hand and
the knife handle on his black uniform pants. Eyes wet with unshed tears, Izuku
struggled trying to clean the handle fast so the handle won’t be slippery.
Knife back in his right hand, Izuku took a deep breath and moved back until he
hit his back on the invisible, curved dome wall.
The villain tisked and said, “Those fuckers. A little old, but whatever. Fine.”
A memory of another person said those words. They said it before unbuttoning
Izuku’s shirt and hovering over him in some grimy bathroom stall. Yamikumo
lifted both of his…Izuku’s hands to hold the stranger’s shoulders and pulled
them down. Unknown lips kissed Izuku, but inside his mind, the demon played a
game of tag with him in a firefly decorated twilight forest.
“Why don’t you transform, huh?” Izuku stopped biting his lip to gasp, looking
up at angry, ice blue eyes when the gritty voice of the villain spoke closer,
much closer.
The man quickly kicked his leg out at Izuku, fast and long enough to kick the
knife out of Izuku’s hand to send it clattering to the ground. Moving even
closer, knife held out in a warning, the villain made sure Izuku wouldn’t be
able to get the knife anymore.
Glaring down at the little boy from his towering height, the man coughed twice
with red and saliva flying from the his mouth before saying, “Transform kid. Do
it. Bring that demon form. I believed you, you know, since you tore into my
friends. And even if you’re not what you say, your power fits a demon. Come on,
give me that nogitsune…”
Gritting his teeth in frustration from all the memories that flashed around his
eyes, pulling him from the situation, making his emotions worsen each time,
Midoriya Izuku quietly whispered out the name of the demon that lied…and said
that they would never leave him.
Spinning his one knife in his right hand, the villain grinned and laughed out,
“Entertain me with a fun death at least!”
Death. Thinking about it, Midoriya Izuku feels that maybe he has already been
dead ever since he was born.
“Can’t do it? So all that fun talk about being a demon fox shit was a lie.”
With a spit to the ground, the man continued talking, now disappointed,
“Figured. You’re just an over-powered quirk brat that likes to fuck around? I
thought it would have been fun to fight a real demon.”
“N-no, no, no-” Izuku closed his eyes tightly and remembered more countless,
faceless men and women that slid their hands over his body, but before anything
too serious happens…Yamikumo would-he-would…and there would always be a
fountain of red everywhere. Izuku opened his eyes again when the man moved even
closer and hovered over him that he had to look higher at the man’s frightening
face. “P-please…don’t-”
Not knowing what to do or say, Izuku bit his lip when the man held one knife
closer to his face, the tip poking his cheek to warn him into silence. A smirk
on his lips the villain murmured down to Izuku, “You know, I love playing
around, but I don’t kill those I fuck with...most of the time. Sometimes second
helpings are fun, but…I don’t think I want that for you.”
“P-please…I-I’m sorr-” His words stopped when a knife cut his left cheek, a
long cut over freckles and made his cup the side of his face, glaring at the
man.
A tip of a knife latched onto Izuku’s zipper of the black hoodie he is wearing
to unzipped it revealing Izuku’s plain white button up dress shirt of his
school uniform and messy red tie.
Izuku pressed further against the invisible wall behind him and attempted to
speak again despite the knives hovering closer again. The smiling man’s mouth
twitched when Izuku spoke again, “We’re both t-t-trapped here and h-he knows
that you will kill me. An actual demon did do this. Please, listen and sto-”
“No. I won't."Before Izuku could speak again, the villain swiftly let go of the
knife in his left hand and wrapped his thick fingers tightly around his thin
neck, all in one easy motion. Izuku held onto the man’s wrist with both hands
and tried to pull away, gasping desperately, uselessly. The villain laughed as
he gripped Izuku’s neck and said, “Enough lies. No more sweet-talking. I know
your quirk juice has run out, stop stalling. I am going to kill you, escape
this thing, but before that…”
A thin, metal, centipede tail wrapped around Izuku’s neck and lower mouth,
cutting off his scream when the man lifted him up and slammed him to the
ground, throwing his whole mind into another memory. Izuku’s angry crying eyes
stared up at his mother choking him and pushing him down to the ground,
screaming with such hate. He uselessly tried to pull at his neck when more
pressure pushed against his already injured neck and the villain followed Izuku
gasping, struggling to the ground with legs kicking out.
Laughter rang around the isolated dome and it sounded like his own laughter
when the demon led Izuku to run after their countless victims. However the
villain on top of him is laughing too.
Izuku wants to die already. If Yamikumo wanted him to die…just stop this all
then and kill him.
Izuku stilled when he felt the villain’s disgusting breath an inch away from
his face, pressing dry lips to his skin with a formed smirk. His whimper of
relief, when the stong villain let go of his neck, was short-lived for they
only replaced it with a knife, positioned under his jaw and pressed against
skin. The man over Izuku unbuttoned and pulled down the zipper of his pants,
“Why don’t we finish where we left off?”
.
.
The man invaded Midoriya Izuku with a brutal pace and uncaringly moaned against
the boy’s neck, holding him down, drawing out a weak cry from the boy’s lips.
With a small voice, Izuku begged every time he felt the sting of each thrust
rip through him over and over, “P-please….Yamikun-n.”
The demon fox's ears twitched when the boy called for him again and again, with
one hand always reaching out to grab air. The demon could feel his fox fur
standing on end.
Yamikumo is quiet as he emotionlessly watches Izuku get raped before him,
crying and screaming for the villain to get away, begging to the man to stop
and kill him. Izuku said please many times and the demon felt his hands clench
so tight that his knuckles cracked. A small wind whirled around the demon’s
blurry feet, bare against the cold cement ground of the alleyway.
When the villain maneuvered into a different position, he pressed Izuku’s face
down to the cement with a firm grasp to his hair and did not cease snapping his
hips harder, pushing deeper each time. The cries of Izuku only served to goad
the villain in his desire to destroy his victim, begging underneath him.
The villain carefully held his one knife to Izuku with his one hand, close to
his skin at all times, and the metal tail of the villain curled around Izuku.
The little insect like legs of the villain's tail crawling over Izuku and made
the boy tremble from the uncomfortable overstimulation burning all over.
During the struggle Yamikumo witnessed before this, Izuku managed to kick the
man in the crotch twice and punch the man in the face once, but it only earned
him a punishing, deep, horizontal cut across his lower stomach. However, the
disgusting villain still lightly dragged his knife over Izuku like his tail
intertwined around the little boy's bare skin. Izuku’s hands were held above
his head, the villain’s tail acting like a rope, and his legs forced open.
The demon made sure to taunt this throw away villain of Sensei and Shigaraki
Tomura so thoroughly that the first thing the insect would do, when seeing
Midoriya Izuku, would be to kill him on the spot. Yamikumo watched the villain
reenter Izuku a third time in a different position, making the boy cry out from
the pain. The demon was...wrong.
Yamikumo focused on Izuku’s face that turned to look at him and even though the
demon knows Izuku cannot see past the barrier, those eyes made him freeze. The
demon fox waited for the moment to pass knowing that the man will murder Izuku
soon after this, closing his eyes to break away from those tormented, tearful
green eyes.
The demon then turned his back to the scene, leaning against the barrier from
where he stood outside, but the foul panting, moans and cries are loud behind
him. He quickly turned around in anger, a fanged growl escaping his mouth, for
he deserved to watch until the end. He deserved to watch every thrust tearing
into the young boy he sentenced to die.
He made this happen and there is absolutely nothing to stop it.
.
.
The villain’s piercing blue eyes widened when Izuku roughly pressed a firm kiss
to his lips with teary, green eyes shut tight.
The forced kiss of Midoriya Izuku stopped everything. That kiss changed it all,
all of it within the villain and he paused for a moment, stopping his rough
thrusts into the young boy. With a low, poison breathed chuckle by Izuku’s
right ear, the villain whispered, “Now that’s more like it.”
The knife to Izuku’s throat was hastily abandoned to the side for the man
hoisted him off the ground, pulling him onto his lap.
Izuku swallowed the vomit that went up his throat and gripped onto the man’s
torn shirt when he fell back. He forced Izuku's body to freeze as he laid on
ontop of the man.
A hand slid up Izuku’s back, under his open, untucked white dress shirt and
made him shiver, while the other hand held his waist.
Izuku remembered the way he straddled people’s laps, leaning over them, holding
them close with his face pressed to their necks and then a moment later to
slice their throats. So, the child determinedly copied what his body did before
in his memories, past the lifted veil, but his shoulders still trembled.
A loud cry escaped Izuku’s lips when the man began to hurt him again, hitting
against him and into him harder than before. He gripped onto the villain's
shirt and hissed from every painful jerk he felt from the force of the man's
thrusts. Izuku could feel the poison breathing over his lower neck and chest
and a tongue roughly panting near his skin like a wild dog. Izuku bit his lip,
trying not to breathe in the air around him with the horrible scent of the
villain's hair touching the side of his face.
The arms around Izuku’s torso reminded Izuku of how Yamikumo used to hug him
and Kacchan too, during the rare times he returned his hugs in the past. The
image is ruined when the same poisoned voice continued speaking in his ear,
“Feels nice, right?”
A tongue licked at Izuku's ear and the saliva felt acidic, burning, just like
the poisoned breath that emanated from it.
Gritting his teeth together, Izuku kept his eyes shut and thought of Yamikumo
holding him like this before, hands on his thighs and positioning him into a
straddle. The lying demon first kissed him within his mind and Izuku remembered
the words whispered in his ear:
Never let anyone else do this to you okay? I only did that since you asked. And
just so you know, you should only do this with people who are worthy of you,
alright you baby?
And though a stranger in a hotel put himself inside his mouth during that
memory...inside Izuku’s mind, the fox demon’s kiss was an innocent one, a kiss
filled with lies and deception, yet still sweet. The opposite of this kiss.
This man isn’t worthy of Midoriya Izuku. However, the man violating him,
closing his eyes lost in the enjoyable pleasure of hurting him, does not care
about anything like that.
When their kiss ended, Izuku felt the familiar vomit go up his throat when he
felt the heavy breath brush his face again, but he forced it back down once
again.
Izuku bit back the noises coming from his mouth and opened his eyes slightly to
eye the abandoned knifes nearby. The closest knife is slightly above the
shoulder of the man, a simple reach away. Izuku moved his one hand up, but
aborted the movement when the villain suddendly ended their kiss and slapped a
hand over his mouth.
Izuku’s shocked scream was silenced with a choke of the villain’s metal
centipede tail wrapping back around his neck, forcing his torso to sit up.
Throwing his head up, Izuku let more tears fall together with saliva as he
coughed and cried to the sky.
The villain held Izuku an arms length away and wrapped his throat tighter with
the metal tail, gagging him from the pressure, squeezing in time with the
quickening thrusts. The hands at Izuku's waist moved to his thighs. It hurts.
It all hurts. The man let out a long groan at the same time he dug nails into
Izuku’s upper thighs, vibrating from his completion.
Izuku stared at the darkening sky. It looked like it was about to rain. Mind
dulling slightly from the wetness felt dripping from his backside, down his
legs, Izuku continued looking away from the reality still inside him.
Midoriya Izuku released the villain’s wrists when the painful nails digging
into his legs unlatched from his skin, slipping back up to hold his waist
instead. A whimper came from out of his mouth when a sharp sting shot through
his back...the man pulled out of him.
The villain's tail around Izuku’s neck loosened, unraveled and slipped off his
neck and his poisoned panting calmed to silence.
Taking a deep breath, Izuku collapsed forward onto the villain underneath him
so he could breathe deeper, airways unrestricted by moving insect metal. He
is...exhausted.
Midoriya Izuku swallowed his vomit again when he felt the villain’s chest start
rumbling into a mocking laugh. The tears that fell down Izuku's face stung like
acid, making his eyes narrow in pain as he stared at the knife under the
fingers of his weakened, outstretched arm.
The villain holding Izuku chuckled harder when he felt a shuddering breath blow
on his neck, but his chuckle abruptly ceased.
Without another thought, Izuku stabbed the villain with his own knife and
pushed it down to the hilt where his breath once blew over the man’s neck. Red
spattered on Izuku and coated his fingers. Whole body numb with aches and pains
in both mind and body, Izuku watched the blood spill out and fainted.
.
.
A sickening, gurgling sound reached the demon’s ears and the smell of copper
invaded the air, so Yamikumo stared at what he witnessed happen with unblinking
eyes. He closed them when a bright glow blinded him.
The spell is working and an overpowering heat radiated out from it.
Yamikumo put down his arms shielding his eyes when the glow stopped, consumed
by black. The darkness that flooded the inside of the dome like a swirling
black inkwell sunk down and dripped down from the top of the dome like rain.
The black liquid got hungrily sucked into the ground by the glowing engravings
in the circle.
The demon that conjured one of the most difficult of spells felt the pull in
his gut and chest, pulling him inside the dome prison center of the pentagram.
The dead body under Izuku tearing apart, disintegrating all, clothes, flesh and
blood, is paralleled with the disappearing black liquid eating at the chosen
sacrifice. Yamikumo stared at Izuku’s collapsed form next to him, eyes locking
on the human boy’s twitching fingers and then everything went away.
Disbelief and something the demon never felt before overwhelmed Yamikumo’s
senses as everything within the engravings rushed into him, birthing flesh and
bone. The blood inside him began to move with the first heartbeats and when the
glowing ceased, lifting the barrier, all that was left untouched inside was
Midoriya Izuku at the demon’s side.
A newly born, naked body stood at the center of the disappearing engravings on
the ground and curly dark green hair stilled when the gusts stopped. Yamikumo
instantly looked to the fallen, completely exposed Midoriya Izuku and ran to
him, his fresh beating heart hammering faster within his chest.
The sun is gone and only the streetlights give them sight, but Yamikumo’s green
eyes glowed as he sat on the ground and cradled Izuku’s head in his lap.
.
.
Izuku wondered if everything that happened to him today was just a dream.
Yet, the dull pain and the languidness he feels all over his body means that it
was not a dream. The dried blood that drenched his hands that he held near his
face confirmed it even more Izuku looked past his hands to look at the person
holding him. Izuku looked at himself.
A young boy similar to him in every way is gazing down at him with illuminated
green eyes, holding him with a hand at the back of his head and another over
his bleeding stomach.
The glowing green eyes staring down at him lessened in intensity to a dark
shade of green and the nose of his twin twitched, sniffing him.
Izuku mouths the demon’s name and the glowing eyed boy said nothing with an
expression showing nothing for a short moment before talking with Yamikumo’s
voice, “Yes.”
Yamikumo didn’t react when the child Midoriya Izuku hurriedly moved off his
lap, but the demon held his wrist before he could go too far.
Fingers stretched, scrambling for the closest knife and even though Izuku is a
weakened, crying mess, the desire is strong enough that Izuku tackled the
demon. Yamikumo’s head slammed against the ground and the pain he felt quickly
left a second later to be replaced with a knife to the center of his chest.
Taking a deep breath, the demon didn’t touch little Midoriya Izuku when he
stabbed him in the chest again, slamming his fist on his shoulder a few times
with a loud sob escaping his lips. Body trembling as he held onto the knife
hilt, Izuku cried and ignored the additional wetness he splattered on his body.
Izuku is hyperventilating and the demon stared up at the boy’s face. Drops of
tears hit the demon's face, sliding down freckled cheeks, and Yamikumo
committed this to memory, along with the unpleasant taste of the misery within
the depleted, but steadily growing aura of the human boy he has wronged for
many years.
When Izuku moved off of Yamikumo and curled into himself, sitting on the ground
and still holding onto the knife in his hand, the demon only tighted his hold
on the boy's wrist.
The demon remembered a four-year-old Izuku trembling in fear before him with a
dull pencil as his defence; A fond distant memory now in contast to the older
child before him with blood, tears and other fluids all over him. Izuku cradled
the knife he used to stab Yamikumo near his chest.
The torn open dress shirt, the only clothing Izuku has on, slipped down his
shoulders to hang at his elbows. Deep cuts, bites, scratches and handshaped
bruises littered Izuku's sickly pale skin. The most notable wounds are the
deepest cut on his stomach, another over his collarbone stretching down to his
left shoulder, and then the black and blue, bleeding lines around his neck from
the villain's quirk mutation. Izuku is shaking.
The demon remained silent, unmoving on the ground and with a tight hold on the
human’s wrist. Yamikumo carefully slipped his hand down to intertwine their
fingers, eyes never leaving Izuku's form and his fingertips always touching
skin.
Glaring at the remained contact, Izuku raised the knife he held again and was
ready to fight again, but froze when the demon said, “The shock and fatigue is
normal, Izuku. Don’t move too much and don’t let your skin stop touching mine.”
Izuku looked at Yamikumo’s face and down at the demon’s chest wound, expression
becoming more upset at the sight. The blood that was spilling out of the
demon’s small body languidly rewound into place, the wound healing back into
the demon's previous unblemished, pale skin. Izuku dropped the knife and tried
to tug his hand away, but the hold of Yamikumo is too strong. Izuku clenched
his teeth together and bit out a, “Let me go.”
“If I let you go, you’ll continue bleeding and die.”
“I don’t care about that, leave me alone! I just-just killed someone and you-”
Izuku yelled down at the demon laying down next to him and looking up at him
with an infuriatingly calm expression. “Y-you did this to me…everything y-you-
!”
Yamikumo sat up, his fingers tightly holding their hands together. “All your
memories resurfaced then.”
Izuku flinched. The demon tightly holding him waited, and the anger in Izuku
weakened slightly when he finally answered a quiet, “Everything…”
Reaching out carefully as if approaching a wounded animal, Yamikumo touched
Izuku’s hair and then moved to hold the boy trembling boy in an embrace. On his
knees, Yamikumo pulled the boy into a hug and slipped arms around Izuku,
pressing firm palms against the human boy’s back. Eyes bleeding black and
irises going red, Yamikumo rested his head on Izuku’s shoulder with lips opened
to breathe out six simple words to him. “I was going to kill you.”
The words sent a shiver down Midoriya Izuku’s spine at hearing the blunt truth,
but his mind was spinning and spinning too much that his voice emerged shaking,
“I-I know.”
A light laugh came from Yamikumo. The demonic creature that held him close in a
warm embrace said to him, hoping to get a rise out of the boy. “So you wished
to die.”
Claws traced Izuku’s back in mock comfort. The demon's lips touched Izuku's
blood splattered neck, feeling the boy shake from the events that just
transpired. Yamikumo continued on unrepentant, “You know I was going to eat
your heart first, Midoriya Izuku.”
But the world stopped spinning when an instinctual response came from Midoriya
Izuku’s mouth. No shaking, but with complete certainty. “I know.”
“Hmmm…”
“I-I…k-know now.”
Yamikumo said nothing and waited for him to talk again, claws sliding over
Izuku’s bare back underneath the torn up and ruined white shirt of his
elementary uniform. The oversized black hoodie of Izuku is discarded three or
four meter away from where they sat on the ground.
“T-t-the man I…killed, where is-”
“I ate him.” Yamikumo casually responded, letting his claws disappear when he
pulled away to hold Izuku’s face to look into his eyes to say, “I ate his
everything instead of you, while you gave me more than enough of your aura.”
Looking down at the blood on the ground around them, small splatters of blood
that did not get consumed by Yamikumo, Izuku wondered if…that was only his
blood. “He called you…a-a…nogitsune, a cursed demon fox.”
Izuku remembered Kacchan alive on the ground, immobile and stained with a
villain’s blood. The villain was going to kill him, but Yamikumo within Izuku
caught up just in time. Kacchan held onto him, carrying him as he desperately
tried to escape trying to protect them both. Izuku also remembered that two
other foxes watched him in the shadows. He then wondered how many times
Yamikumo used his body…
And that’s how Izuku feels right now. Used. His everything hurts and it’s not
from the physical injures dimmed in feeling around him.
“You made Kacchan hate me.”
“I didn’t. Bakugou Katsuki’s hatred of you was already there inside him,
developing like a disgusting insect. What I did only brought out the
inevitable.”
“You’re…a villain.” As if sensing his building panic, Yamikumo turned Izuku’s
face away from the ground and back to his face to be nose to nose with him.
“Yes, but much worse.” Izuku said nothing, but held Yamikumo tighter in their
hug, as if Yamikumo may leave him there in the dirt and blood alone in that
isolated alley. Izuku gripped onto him, digging his nails into his skin for
anger and frustration started to rise inside him. The demon took a deep breath
of the familiar smelling aura. “Take your time and try to breathe slowly, you
lost a lot of blood and went through so much, too much.”
“Why…did you do t-this to me?”
“You know,” Closing his eyes, Yamikumo muttered into the smaller boy’s shoulder
with harsh, yet true words, “I’ve always felt that somewhere deep inside you
knew the truth of me as I smiled and played together with you, feeding off your
emotions and body.”
Izuku began to shake harder and the demon knows it’s not from the loss of blood
because, the tight hold he has on the boy is the only thing keeping death from
taking the boy. The soft hair of Izuku brushed against Yamikumo’s face when he
tiredly nodded once to him, wordlessly confirming the declaration.
Yes, Izuku did.
Yamikumo’s usual voice disappeared, a child voice speaking instead and it did
not match the mature, harsh words, “And chose to ignore it all to purposefully
live in blissful ignorance together with me, happy, even though things did not
feel right. Maybe you wanted an easy way out, a release from the pain and
sadness you feel most of the time from your mother, your Kacchan, and
classmates in your tormented quirkless life, correct?”
Yes, Izuku did.
“You’ve chosen me to be your way out a long time ago, yes?”
Izuku nodded once more, shoulders deflating with more tears falling down his
despair-ridden eyes.
It was then Izuku found his voice again to repeat himself, sterner this time,
eyes furrowing as he demanded the demon answer him now, “Why did you do this to
me, Yamikumo?”
“Midoriya Izuku, I am a reason of your pain, but not the main reason. Your dead
father summoned me to save the life of your mother dying in childbirth. He
willingly sacrificed himself, you and your unborn brother that was to be her
killer, your killer as well if I did not interfere. However, after the deal,
you were successfully born, but your death was still offered to me.”
Yamikumo felt Izuku pull away from him to stare at him with a look that made
the demon wish he could kiss those shining, green eyes. “My father did-”
“I absorbed your unborn brother, but had to wait for you. Since your mother
willingly gave you pain, I waited for you to die around the age you’re now.
When the time became right, your taste would have peaked at the highest
strength and then I could create my own human flesh body.”
Izuku looked at…his twin, Yamikumo, up and down from his face down to his naked
stomach. The thighs that Izuku is sitting on moved a little and then stilled
from the quiet scrutiny of the human boy. “You used me…to get a real body?”
“Yes.”
Through gritted teeth, Izuku hissed at the demon, “You had me hurt for the
longest time so that you would have your own body, my body.”
“A similar body. I did it to become stronger.” Yamikumo interrupted and placed
his one hand on Izuku’s round cheek to wipe the tears the still fall down his
face. “A demon with their own human body is the strongest kind of demon that
roams the human realm.”
“Power...” Izuku’s eyebrows furrowed in thought and the hands of Yamikumo at
the back of Izuku’s lower back pulled him close.
“To overthrow my Sensei as a start, but yes. Power. But, now I-I…want something
else.” Dark green eyes glowed bright as Yamikumo spoke the next words, eyeing
Izuku resting in his arms, “Your despair, though delicious, is not something I
want to let leave my side or let die anytime soon. Nor do I wish it. Ever.
Honestly, I don’t think I ever had. I have been denying you for a long time
now, but not anymore.”
“Denying? I d-don’t understand...just w-why, Yamikumo?” Izuku sniffed once and
bit his lip hard, quieting a little to settle his panicking mind. Blurry eyed,
Izuku yelled at the demon with glowing green eyes, “I’m hurting s-so much and
you let t-this man…l-let many people touch me and let my mother-!”
“Your mother’s hate is her own, an insect that existed long before your
Kacchan’s insect. I’m sorry Izukun, but she-” Yamikumo stopped talking,
catching his mistake a second too late.
“DON’T CALL ME THAT!” Izuku’s face looked pained for a moment when he slammed
his fists on Yamikumo’s chest, pushing away from the demon in anger. Yamikumo
did not react to the delectable aura teasing his slightly open mouth and
focused on Izuku hurting his new human body. The hands Yamikumo had around
Izuku moved down to Izuku’s thighs, hands away from the bruises and cuts all
over Izuku’s exposed skin.
“I’m sorry. Izuku-chan, old habits are hard to break. Humans are so sensitive
and weak like your pathetic mother. I hate sensitive and weak humans.”
When Izuku pulled himself together enough to talk, digging his blunt fingers
into Yamikumo’s arm, a realization came to mind as he looked into the demon’s
watching green eyes. He whispered to the demon, “But not me...”
The demon was still, face unreadable, but the demon slowly nodded and
whispered, barely audible to Izuku, “Izuku-chan, yes you are my exception...”
“Is it because, I k-k-killed someone on my own?”
Looking away from Izuku, Yamikumo frowned and said, “That is a reason.”
“That’s not a good reason, Yamikumo! This is not a good sorry,” Izuku screamed,
pushing at the demon again, squirming to get away from the steal hold clasped
around his torso. “You’re like Kacchan!”
“But Bakugou Katsuki never apologizes to you,” The demon narrowed his eyes for
a second and then turned to look at Izuku with his expression calming, voice
lowering, “And I don’t think any apologize can be enough for this, no matter
what I say or do for as long as I live.”
“You acting like you-you actually c-care about me means nothing, Yamikumo!”
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The demon paused, taking in the words that hit his ego because, yes, for the
longest time he did pretend to care. Smirking at the bitterness within the
child’s words, Yamikumo pulled Izuku back in for a tight hug and rested his
chin on a shoulder, doing nothing about the squirming, not dead body in his
arms hitting him.
“It is a reason that awakened me, but it is not the reason. Will you hear me
out, Izuku-chan?”
“No! You did this-you-” Izuku kept screaming at the demon and the demon
listened to him. The break in reality that Izuku had today completely shattered
his entire being, his wish to be a hero for the blood on his hands took that
away.
The only words Yamikumo said, while Izuku yelled were the words: “You can never
be a hero now.”
Midoriya Izuku’s words trailed into silence. Yamikumo gave Izuku a sad smile as
he told him that he could never be a hero like All Might anymore and though, he
felt a little bad, overall, Yamikumo felt happily he was able to tell him this,
make him realize the truth.
“I…never?"
“Sadly, you never can be a hero, not in that world. You are quirkless, unloved
by most just for that, never meant to be born, and too broken for the limelight
of heroes.”
That mindset of Izuku is destroyed to pieces like the leftover blood that
sprinkled around them within the alleyway. Broken like Izuku’s own body, now
latched onto Yamikumo, limp and crying harder than before within his embrace.
“No home, no family, no friends or heroes that can even help you amongst
humans. I’m all you have, Izuku-chan and I never left you.”
The demon did not foresee this future.
“I stayed with you, Izuku-chan…even in your memories, yes?” Izuku nodded his
head and the demon holding him smiled a little smile.
Yamikumo didn’t think Izuku would ever turn the tables on him: Unknowingly
provide the demon a loophole for the spell he painstakingly fostered for almost
a decade. But it happened. So, Yamikumo did not hesitate to erase the villain’s
existence forever, consume his soul. There are times when Hell is too much of a
blessing.
Midoriya Izuku is alive…barely alive, glaring at him in defiance even though he
knows that Yamikumo could still kill him, that aura of his growing in power
again. Of course, Yamikumo won’t kill him…not anymore.
A lot of blood is smudged on Izuku’s precious, heated face, along with endless
tears both dried and fresh. Yamikumo rubbed his thumb over those cheeks,
dragging the blood splatter down the boy’s trembling lips. The movement of the
demon, tender in his actions, made Izuku suppress his crying and sniffs.
Midoriya Izuku is looking at him and the demon knows how he feels, but is
anxiously waiting for the newly reborn demon to speak it. Izuku wanted him to
say it aloud, admit it.
“Truthfully?” Yamikumo finally spoke again, voice lower than normal, his eyes
closing for a moment and then opening with a flash of red to say, “I’ve fallen
for you, Midoriya Izuku. A-And…I think I want you more than a demon ever
should, but I have…I’ve chosen you. I desire you.”
“Y-y-you desire me?” Izuku’s bloody fists clenched and he looked away from the
demon, turning his lips away so that the kiss pressed against his cheek
instead.
Murmuring against Izuku’s cheek that tasted like copper and salt, Yamikumo
closed his eyes and tightly hugged the boy, “Grant me my wish…for now?”
Izuku gave him a confused look.
The surroundings around them melted away and solidified to show that they were
now kneeling down in the middle of a crossroad. It is an illusion, but
sufficient enough for a demon with a human body to call their own. The street
is a familiar street, a few blocks south of Izuku’s apartment building and
close to Bakugou Katsuki’s home.
Yamikumo chuckled slightly as he factually pointed out, “I usually use the term
deal, but I feel the word ‘wish’ is more appropriate since this is my desire
and not a desire of the many people I have made deals with in the crossways
that connect our demon and human world together.”
“…A crossroads deal?” Yamikumo smiled at Izuku for he is such a smart child.
The boy stated the official term and Yamikumo knows it was just a lucky guess
to what all demons do since the beginning of time.
“Would you grant the wish of this deal granting fox demon? I want you to live
with me together till the end of existence. I want you to be mine and live only
for me, with me, wherever we both go. And in return I’ll give you all that you
desire. Anything.”
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.
Izuku couldn’t help his weak chuckle at the demon’s words and Yamikumo remained
with his lips pressed to his cheek, unoffended.
The demon before him is selfish. The demon before him is evil. The demon before
him tried to kill Izuku since the first day they met in the playground with his
eyes spotting the ownerless shadow nearby with the sun up above, and even
before then as the demon just admitted.
The demon put him and others in a place of suffering many times that Izuku can
barely keep up with all the repressed memories.
But his mother hates him, truly hates him and the demon Yamikumo did not lie
about that. The way his mother locks him up in his room, yells at him over the
simplest and weirdest things, the way his mother sometimes left him alone for
days at a time, the way she forgets to feed him or unlock his door, is not
something Yamikumo did. His mother did that to Izuku.
And Kacchan has always put him down, even during times of peace like when
playing in the playground together with others, and always mentioned his
quirkless status like it was for everyone's personal amusement at his expense.
Kacchan sometimes even took sides with the kids who laughed at him, joined in
teasing too. When Kacchan dropped him as a friend, he didn’t like looking at
him and it was like he didn’t want to be in the same room as him, no matter how
hard Izuku tried to appease him.
Izuku wondered if Kacchan might hate him, which is hard Izuku doesn’t think he
will be able to hate Kacchan. Kacchan did show him kindness, sometimes, but…
Izuku really has no one who really loves him, no home and no one to care like
Kacchan does with his parents and friends. Maybe, Izuku can hate him for that
just a little.
The demon’s face is serious, eyebrows furrowed with a face that echoes his own,
both physically and emotionally. Izuku can see him now. He can see the demon
and he will never forget the revelation the demon had for him, though tainted
with lies…the lies has its truths.
And Izuku didn’t mind having a tainted truth.
“Will you, Midoriya Izuku-chan?”
When Midoriya first told Yamikumo that he loves him, he truly meant it, and
even though Yamikumo never said that he loved him before…the demon told him
enough that it sounded like he did.
It was then Izuku told the demon tightly holding him like a bandage keeping his
whole self from falling apart, he spoke his weary, yet resolute answer, “Yes, I
will.”
“Mikumo.” Izuku blinked a few times with his tears pouring down his face, but
stopped to close one eye when the demon moved to kiss his wet cheek, licking
the biggest patch of dried blood from the cut at his cheek. “The wish is
sealed.”
The illusionary environment around them vanished to reveal the alleyway.
Hesitantly Izuku then repeated the demon’s name, testing it on his lips, but to
Yamikumo it sounded like a prayer, “…M-Mikumo.”
“My real name is Akatani Mikumo. I’d like you to call me Mikumo, but only you
Izuku-chan. Thank you for granting me my selfish wish. You’re mine now Izuku-
chan and I’m yours, forever and ever.”
“Yes.” Clenching his fists, Izuku agreed, “You’re mine.”
“Now,” Yamikumo stood up and helped Midoriya stand too, though the human had to
hold onto him. “Come with me? I have an idea and a gift at the end if you
succeed.”
Izuku flinched at the word ‘gift’ giving him bad memories of the dead pet bunny
he loved, but he nodded to the demon, saying nothing.
“I know I’ve hurt you a lot, Izuku-chan, but can you follow my lead until we
get to a nice bed to rest on? You can stab me more later, I promise.” Picking
up one knife on the ground, Yamikumo hurt his body a few times with confident,
calculated strikes that would not look self-inflicted, and made sure red did
not drip to the ground. The demon made the knife clean, collecting the blood
that was on it and did the same to the other knife and Izuku did not question
why the demon did this.
He didn't speak, but Izuku did nod his head determinedly as his answer to the
demon. Unknown to Izuku, his green eyes glowed a very faint glow and
disappeared, making a demon smile. A dark gust of wind enveloped them both,
shrinking into nothing, leaving nothing in the alley to suggest anything of
importance happened there.
.
.
Except for the two unimportant knives discarded on the ground, tossed further
into the dark alley.
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Effortlessly dragging an unconscious villain wanted for a string of break-ins
and thefts, a meter or two behind him with his bandages, Eraserhead paused
where he walked in the abandoned, fairly dilapidated street. Something in his
gut told him to look into the dark alleyway to his left.
So, the twenty-four year old hero did confidently look to the darkness, but
just to observe, following what he needed to follow for he knows that he must.
The night before, Aizawa Shouta had a dream of two shining stars that flashed
at him in a gritty, dirt covered sky.
Pulling out his flashlight, Eraserhead saw two things sparkle back at him in
the darkness, the two stars in the same position. Hanging around the
underground hero’s neck, multiple things glowed as well and that made the hero
frown down at the seemingly unimportant knives one the dirty cement ground.
Aizawa Shouta does not know what the knives signify, but does know
unquestioningly that they will matter sometime in the future.
From behind Eraserhead, the hero he willingly accepted to collaborate for
tonight only called out in concern, “Hey, Eraserhead! Found something
important?”
Snapping a glove over his one hand, Eraserhead picked up the two knives and
carefully placed them in their own clear plastic bag. Before the other hero
popped up behind him, the plastic bags and glove were safely placed inside his
pocket. Adjusting the goggles over his eyes, Eraserhead then responded, “It’s
nothing. Let’s go.”
The knocked out villain captured by Eraserhead stirred a little bit and as he
walked back, the hero backhanded the villain to swiftly return the fool back to
sleep.
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Before Shigaraki Tomura could even argue about what the hell the stupid warp
gate of a man was doing with him, Kurogiri transported them both back to where
he once was.
The groceries that Kurogiri once held are left at the entrance of the alley,
forgotten for the time being, to be retrieved by the man later. There are more
pressing matters to attend. Time is of the essence.
The anger building within the teenager Shigaraki Tomura does not advance any
further when Kurogiri points to the two naked children, bloody and slumped
against the side of an abandoned brick building.
One child looks worse then other with the bruises. Their hands are only
fingertips apart, like they were reaching for each other.
Two fox demons hiding well within the shadows assisted in creating the
environment for the two children in Shigaraki Tomura and Kurogiri’s sight. The
scene showed clear signs of a struggle all over the broken glass bottles,
cigarettes and trash on the ground. The area is a popular place where unsavory
folks sometimes loiter, so the scene wasn’t too much of a surprise and
unfortunately, Kurogiri still has to occasionally visit the place.
Shigaraki Tomura didn’t say anything about getting manhandled to go do stupid
things because, one of the children whimpered and weakly held out an open palm
to him. That stopped all unpleasant words that may come from the teen’s mouth
and his eyes narrowed at the weak, big green eyes staring up at him.
What happened next was instinctual between Tomura and the kid.
Tomura’s body moved on its own, index finger raised, and grabbed the one child
with wounds bleeding all over him. The kid’s tear stained face pressed against
Tomura’s neck, crying out when hands accidentally squeezed the hand print
bruise over his right hip.
Red eyes glared at the telling wounds and cradled the child in his arms,
letting a head lean on his left shoulder without a complaint, only a stern look
to Kurogiri, “Let’s go.”
Kurogiri, carefully picking up the second child that was somehow still
conscious even with the few deep looking cuts and two stab wounds, agreed with
Shigaraki Tomura and warped them directly to the only one that can help. When
they arrived, the child Kurogiri held lost consciousness, together with the
child Shigaraki Tomura carried.
“Sensei, please, I apologize for us both barging in so brazenly here and
directly in your private quarters, but-” Kurogiri began and was interrupted by
an irritated Shigaraki.
“I found something interesting.”
Sensei merely sits up and smiles a kind smiles at them, turning around
completely in his office chair near his neck and then takes off his breathing
mask to say, “You still haven't changed my dear Shigaraki Tomura. Still easily
taking in strays. What have you brought me?”
“Two bleeding naked children in an alley near the bar, barely holding on their
last life.”
Sensei stood up and looked down at the two dying children, bare of all sins
before him, and does not hesitate to touches their cold faces, fingers already
kissed with impending death. Before the children bleed out any further, Sensei
pulled their blood back into them, sealed flesh, mended bruises, and provided
the sufficient amount of lost blood to the children.
Warmth slowly went to both of the children’s freckled cheeks and Sensei smiled
down at the exhausted, sleeping faces. The two once fatally injured twin
children slept in Tomura and Kurogiri's embraces, just covered in dirt.
Sensei stroked both of their cheeks and pulled his hands away, leaning back in
his chair and taking a big breath. He grit his teeth when he saw that one of
the children had hand bruises all over them, and said, "You've done well,
Shigaraki, Kurogiri, for bringing them to me as quickly as you did. If you
hesitated a minute more they would have died. Tell me, where did you find
them?"
Kurogiri answered, adjusting his hold on the child, "The slums on the outskirts
of the city where all our best expendable pawns and brainless fodder come
from."
"And sadly preyed upon by the lowest of lowlifes." Before he healed them,
Sensei observed the bruises on one of the children that told him this fact.
Kurogiri looked down at the awakening child in his arms that stirred a little,
but what the man did not expect was a punch to his chest. The child struggled
in his arms and moved to kick him, but Kurogiri adjusted his hold skillfully
enough that the child did not fall to the floor and run away.
Tears falling down his face, the child angrily tried to bite Kurogiri, but
Shigaraki’s stern voice stopped him, making his freeze, "Move and I'll kill
your twin. Sensei saved you from dying, but until you're deemed worthy, we can
kill you and it's Game Over for good this time."
As if awoken by the threat, the child in Tomura's arms slowly moved in his
arms, but calmer than how the other child awakened. Small fists gripped onto
Tomura's black pullover. The child then pressed his face against Tomura's
shoulder and this time, the teen was tempted to drop the child when the kid
started to shake in his arms.
The other child with fight in them wildly looked at the everyone, but mostly at
the man half in the shadows, leaning back in a chair with their one leg crossed
over the other with both hands formed into a steeple in his lap. Sensei’s warm
voice made the shivering child calm down enough that the fists gripping onto
Shigaraki Tomura’s hoodie loosened, "Have them cleaned and brought to me when
presentable. The unpleasant scent of vermin is all over them."
Tomura sighed and left with Kurogiri do that, but hell if he is going to pamper
the kids. Scratching at his bandaged neck in annoyance, digging his nails in
and drawing more blood spots to stain the bandages, Shingaraki Tomura glared
down at the shivering child that he is holding in his one arm. He cut to the
point and said, "Name?"
Eyes closed, the demon child whispered within Izuku's head, telling him to hold
off on the last name for now. From where his face buried against Tomura's
shoulder, Izuku gulped and moved to look up at the teen with such fierce red
eyes...that remind him of Kacchan with their color. Hesitantly, Izuku answered
the older boy, "I’m…I-Izuku-chan."
Kurogiri says, "And may I ask yours, child?"
Demonic presence easily hiding within the human body, Yamikumo tiredly answered
with a little edge to his voice as he continued his untrusting act of the
people around them, "...Mikumo-chan."
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.
Dressed in an oversized black shirts unwillingly donated by Shigaraki, Izuku
and Mikumo held onto each other, hands clasped together when Kurogiri escorted
them both back to the dark room where they first woke up.
Gulping again, Izuku looked away from the way too big white flip-flops on his
feet to look at the man when the warm voice when he greeted them, “Hello there
little ones. You two went through quite an ordeal together. It’s a good thing
Kurogiri found you and brought you to me. Death almost cruelly took you from
this world.”
The mist-covered man that washed and dressed them introduced himself as
Kurogiri. Izuku remembered that the man sounded very formal or at least talked
funny, like how the demon at his side speaks sometimes. Fists clenched on the
long black shirt that reached down to the middle of his thighs, Izuku found the
courage to say, “He…he seemed v-very nice.”
“You seem like a strong one. I expected the other one to talk first.” Yamikumo
huffed, but it went ignored by the man. “May I ask, what is your name?”
Yamikumo rested his chin on Izuku’s shoulder and tightly held onto his arm,
wrapping both arms around it as he defiantly glared at Sensei. “Who are you?
It’s rude to ask and not tell us your name first, you know.”
Izuku-chan…this is Sensei. He is my master, an ancient nine-tailed fox demon
that existed for thousands of years. He will be your master too from now on and
until we overpower him, he will be our father in this new family, your new
family. Welcome home, Izuku-chan.
When Yamikumo said that inside Midoriya Izuku’s mind, Izuku answered nervously,
but politely in contrast to the demon holding his hand and told the warm voiced
man in the shadows, “H-hello…er, um, I’m Izuku-chan. Thank you for…”
Tomura, silent and sitting behind the door entrance, glared at the one child
with the darker green hair that held onto the kid that reached out for him. The
disrespect towards Sensei made his fingers twitch.
“Saving you from bleeding to death.” The man that goes by Sensei brushed off
the offense and helpfully finished Izuku’s sentence. He grinned down at them,
the visible scars above his mouth stretched, and he held out his hand out to
the child that introduced to him first, the child that went through the most,
“Hello there, Izuku-chan. You can call me, Sensei. And-”
“Sensei…” Izuku bit his lip when he repeated this, not wanting to interrupt
again. “I-I’m sorry.”
“No need to apologize. You both are probably tired and it is very late, past
the bed times of children. Let us talk tomorrow. Go with Shigaraki and Kurogiri
and maybe your brother can tell me his name tomorrow when you two are more
rested.”
Standing up from where he sat by the door, Shigaraki Tomura opened the door and
the sound of the door creaking got the two children to look back at him with
fearful eyes. The freckled twins looked at him, but then the kid that Sensei
said is strong, the one he held before and gave him his hand, gave him a small
smile. Tomura said nothing, quickly ignoring the look and looked back to Sensei
to say, “I’ll take them away, Sensei. Come on.”
The children mirrored each other, walking towards him hand in hand, but keeping
a reasonable distance. Shigaraki didn't look back at them as he warned, “If I
touch you with five fingers you might die, so don’t do something stupid.”
The kids said nothing, but Shigaraki did hear a single loud, fearful gulp and
their footsteps sounded further than before. Dried lips smirked as he lead them
back to Kurogiri with his warp gate already waiting.
Kurogiri looked down at the two slumbering kids all wrapped up in the bed
sheets of Tomura Shigaraki’s bed, like nothing happened to them and they did
not just become the youngest to join the League of Villains.
It is a similar story Sensei told him about the teenager watching the kids
sleep like a vulture or owl in the dimmed light of the room.
“Shigaraki…do you wish to-” Kurogiri did not touch the shoulder of Tomura when
the teenager lifted his shoulders, shrugging him off before physical contact.
The black mist covered bartended stood up straight and remained still from
where he is behind the teen sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed.
“No. Leave me.” Their youth reminded Tomura of unpleasant things and he leaned
against the bed watching the children sleeping without a care, resting his head
on his side to look at the kid he carried here. The one boy named Izuku snoozed
with a bit of drool at his mouth and Shigaraki feel asleep to that by accident.
Kurogiri peeked into the room and then draped a blanket around the sleeping
Shigaraki Tomura’s shoulders. He then backed away without a word, silently
leaving the room and closing the door behind him.
Kurogiri went back to attending the bar downstairs and flipped the ‘closed’
sign back to the ‘open’ side. The two people waiting outside immediately
entered when he politely spoke, “Welcome. Sorry to keep you waiting.”
The night is still young.
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Midoriya Izuku and a demon child simply slept together within the safety of
dreams as well. They have much to plan tomorrow, but the unspoken words,
unspoken feelings between them had to happen first. Their previous relationship
is broken, but Izuku is not alone anymore and that is a start.
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Bakugou Katsuki vomited his food late last night. Then as soon as he woke up
from his restless sleep, he vomited his breakfast. He might be sick, but when
his father quickly took him to the doctors after he had half a breakfast, then
said he was fine. Probably just a stomach bug...
And with Deku missing, his mother running around busy trying to help Deku’s
weird mother that finally called after a few years of silence of growing a
backbone to talk to is mother, everything is crazy.
Before Katsuki’s mother left, juggling between her trusted police contacts and
the Midoriya household since earlier in the morning, she forced him to pray
with her and he did…with much annoyance, but he still did it.
So now it is lunchtime and he vomited again.
His father is lovingly rubbing his back, a glass of water in his other hand
that is ready to be offered to Katsuki when he calms enough for bending over
the toilet and vomiting. After washing his face over the sink, when he felt
everything from his stomach is gone, Katsuki nodded a silent thanks to his dad
and accepted the glass of water to sip it slowly. The first time he vomited,
when he drank his previous glass of cold water too fast, he ended up rushing
back to the toilet to vomit all over again.
Katsuki does not remember if he ate something that did not sit well with him,
but the backlash was so sudden that he does not care to think back on what he
might have ate. He is way too angry by how frequently it happened and he just
punched the wall a few times in frustration as his father flushed the toilet.
He then looked at the warm tea that was placed before him and wanted to throw
it across the room. He feels upset with how horrible his stomach is still and
his back hurts from the intensity of his dry heaving. In addition to this pain,
he is annoyed with everything going on around him too with his mother not being
there and with Deku's mother.
He is slowly feeling better than when he first vomited when he went to make a
late night trip to the bathroom last night. After lunch he felt tired and he
was almost tempted to take a nap…but naps are for babies.
It was that moment Katsuki’s father crossed the living room, where Katsuki is
sprawled on the couch watching TV, and said, “You’re barely ten and still a
baby. Take a nap.”
He might have taken an accidental nap, but just for a second and the blanket
over him meant nothing! His stomach aches a little bit only and his back
doesn't hurt as much anymore, but he feels tired for some reason like he ran a
relay race in physical education non-stop for hours.
The sun is already setting, the red in the sky fading to black, and within the
Bakugou Home, it is just Katsuki with his father for the mother is still out.
Katsuki’s mother is keeping them updated enough, but she is still at it and it
does not help that there is a minor issue at the law firm she works at, so they
are also hounding her on that. Basically, the whole day of Bakugou Katsuki was
bad.
Everything is hectic for everyone, but it’s been almost a day and a half since
Deku went missing last night and so, he does not say anything even if his
stomach still hurts. Deku is still fucking missing and Katsuki does not know
how to feel about that most of all.
To Be Continued
Chapter End Notes
     Welp this is the craziest chapter I have ever wrote and I teared up a
     few times writing it. God, this was hard, especially when you love
     the character, but I also enjoy horror, drama, suspense, angst,
     demons and dark stories, so that is how this entire story idea was
     born.
     Keep in mind that this is only a prequel/origin story Villain Deku,
     so I have a lot planned still for the continued demonic Descent.
     I shall update soon and thank you for reading! Now I'm gonna go back
     to writing my other fics that are nothing like this one to
     recuperate. Ah, writers problems.
     Random fact: The area with the most Italicized words is what I hinted
     back in chapter 1 as the first scene. -Unoutan
***** to live. White lace and promises. *****
Chapter Summary
     Midoriya Izuku’s goodbyes are difficult, but sometimes endings are
     beginnings in disguise. The demon that clings to Izuku thinks so.
     Izuku walks towards a darker path with gifts and promises of future
     where he can live a life close enough to the heroes, but never
     amongst them.
     Warning: Everything in tags.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
People laughing and talking can be heard in the distance, but close enough that
Midoriya Izuku was awakened from his sleep. Someone is stepping around on the
ceiling with subdued creaks.
His head feels a little woozy from suddenly waking up in the middle of
the…night? Early Morning?
Dragging the back of his hand over soft bedding, Izuku carefully turned his
head to the right to see his reflection resting their head on his shoulder. The
demon’s eyes are closed, sleeping peacefully and breathing hot breath on his
neck, and Izuku wonders if demons ever really…sleep.
The demon’s arms are holding Izuku in a sleepy embrace, comfortable, yet
consuming in the warmth covering half of his body. Izuku shifted slightly to
move his right leg out from under the covers, away from the trapped body heat
to feel cool air.
Colorful lights dance out from a small rectangle opening above his head
reflects a little illumination inside the room. The other light source is from
under the closed door that is outlining the hair of the person resting their
head by his shoulder.
Their breath is steady too, but then the person moved and said, “I know you’re
awake. So wake up.”
Izuku can’t see his face, but he knows the voice of the person that picked his
blood-covered body in the dirty alley. This is also the man who threatened to
kill him when he first woke up, got annoyed when the man named Kurogiri took
his shirts for them to wear after washing up, and led Mikumo and him away to a
place they can rest. The man is slouched on the bed with his hands that could
accidentally kill them, out of sight.
Yamiku-…Akatani Mikumo called him the ‘devil’s son’ and the devil is- Izuku
flinched when the man spoke, holding up his phone to shine light in his face,
“Well, kid? Finished resting? I let you sleep in my bed you know.”
The brightness of the phone shining in Izuku’s face made him squint. Saturday
10:19am.
“G-good morning…umm-” The hand on Izuku’s waist shifted slightly and the demon
that was once sleeping spoke within Izuku’s mind, assisting his ability to
recall, “S-Shigaraki-san. T-Thank you for letting m-my…brother and I sleep.”
Mikumo didn’t speak anymore in his head; silent and still acting asleep at
Izuku’s side, snuggling against him with his new child-like body.
Tilting his head to lay on the other side, Shigaraki Tomura muttered in a voice
still weary with sleep, “One of the many expressions of gratitude to come I
bet. Sensei said you are strong though, but your visit was brief. You’re seeing
him again today.”
“O-Okay.” Izuku wouldn’t mind seeing that man again. The man named Sensei did
save him and Mikumo said that he will be his too, a gift, his home,
until…Sensei is killed.
“Whether that is the last time you see him, I don’t know.”
“Um, I really am t-thankful, but can you tell me…why?” Back when his body was
still tender, consumed by pain and blood, back with the demon who sworn his
life to him still refused to let his body go and let the blood flow free, Izuku
was told many things. And one of them was that his former dream life is gone.
“Why did you help me…um, I mean, us? My b-b-brother and I? Why did Sensei heal
my-my…”
Izuku stopped talking and held up his hand. Shigaraki’s phone light is on,
screen faced up towards the ceiling and placed on the bed, lighting his
unblemished pale skin. No. The wounds are there, though Izuku can’t see or feel
it anymore. Everything is still there, but he is just not dying from his wounds
anymore…not physically.
Shigaraki chuckled under his breath and Izuku blinked a few times in confusion.
Warmth spread across Izuku’s cheeks when the man’s intense red eyes narrowed at
him. “Injured stray mutts can have uses in the overall playing field, but it
takes time to reach a higher level.”
“Like a v-videogame?” Izuku covered his mouth at the quick response that was
off topic, stopping before he might start rambling. Izuku remembered when
Kacchan used to play videogames with him when he was still allowed to come over
to his home.
“Yeah.”
“O-Oh. Okay…”
“But-” Shigaraki’s voice sounded a bit amused, a smirk on his lips, but it
didn’t lessen his foreboding words, It takes time to prove you’re not road
kill, kid.”
Shigaraki Tomura stood up and let the blanket draped on their shoulders to fall
to the floor as he moved to turn on the lights in the room. A light knock at
the door signaled Shigaraki to open the door and there stood Kurogiri. Sharp
yellow eyes blinked once before bowing to say, “Good morning, Shigaraki-san,
Izuku-chan-”
Izuku held his breath he felt Mikumo move off him to sit up on the small bed
they both were resting on, a big yawn emerging from his lips.
“-And good morning to you too, Mikumo-chan.” Walking closer, Kurogiri held out
his hand to Izuku and said, “Do you and your brother wish to eat brunch? Then
after that Sensei is awaiting your arrival.”
Under the covers of the bed, Izuku felt the demon’s hand hold his and dark
green eyes stared at him for a moment. Turning to Kurogiri, Izuku shyly nodded
and took Kurogiri’s hand.
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A doctor came out of the door before Shigaraki and Kurogiri, getting out of the
way for the doctor to leave. The doctor respectfully nodded to them and left
them in the dark hallway.
Holding the door open for Izuku, Shigaraki let him through, but stepped behind
Izuku to block Mikumo from following. “He goes first. You’ll go after.”
“I want to go in with-” Mikumo began to yell up at Shigaraki, then hushed when
a hand held up close to his cheek. Peaking from behind Shigaraki Tomura, the
demon gave him a nervous look, but within Izuku’s mind his voice growled out:
Don’t be scared. The door closed behind Izuku. You’re never going to be alone
anymore, Izuku-chan.
Sensei is looking at him from the bed he sits on at the far side of the room.
The room is pleasantly hot and medical equipment is everywhere with many wires
twisted chaotically, multiple television screens, papers, books and- “Please,
Izuku-chan. Sit and tell me about yourself and your brother.”
Looking back to the man addressing him, Izuku hesitantly walked forward to sit
on the metal chair before Sensei and accepted the offered cup of tea. Sensei
never turned away from him, body angled in his direction, still like an animal
watching him from afar that is waiting to pounce. he struggled to start
talking, staring down at the tea longer than he should have. Finally, after
building the courage during a slow sip of tea, Izuku spoke, he should have.
Finally, after building the courage during a slow sip of tea, Izuku spoke, “T-
Thank you again for everything.”
“Of course…though your brother was ungrateful last night, but I cannot blame
him after what things clearly happened to you both. Your wounds told stories,
but I wish to know more.”
Within his mind, Mikumo helpfully spoke to him and Izuku put his tea to the
side, then answered, “W-well, M-Mikumo-chan isn’t really my brother. We have
different mothers.”
The darker shade of green, almost black, hair and matching eyes…wide, but
sharper eyes than Midoriya Izuku is still practically a reflection and Sensei
pointed this out. “Your half-bother can pass for your twin.”
“A lot of people say that. It gets a l-little annoying.” The nogitsune fox
demon’s familiar laughter followed after and Izuku smiled a little bitter
smile. Though the demon is the one that has been hurting him since before he
knew what was happening, Izuku couldn’t deny how he felt. The fists he had
tightly clenched on the long, borrowed shirt of Shigaraki, relaxed till he let
go. “But we are very close like twins…”
The room is dim, with only the computer monitors as an ominous light
illuminating Sensei’s heavily scarred face without eyes, without a nose, but he
only smiled at Izuku. His teeth are white in the darkness, computer light dimly
shone on his… unsettling grin. “Tell me your full name, Izuku-chan. Or how
about your mother…one of the monsters that dug their claws into you.”
Blinking up at Sensei, Izuku took a deep and answered, “I’m Midoriya Izuku and
I w-was born quirkless-”
He spoke to Sensei about his mother, everything about her, then his classmates
in school…but left out any mention of the name ‘Kacchan’ or the demon that
loved him during his loneliest days. No demon and no named...former childhood
friend.
Izuku observed Sensei’s mouth for any changes, but his face stayed unreadable,
blank, but his posture is attentive. Izuku’s heart is beating hard in his
chest. When Izuku finished saying everything he could, he was already crying
hard with hands covering his mouth.
Mikumo presence is small within him,, hidden, but Izuku could feel clawed hands
stroke the back of his neck.
“Do you want to die again?” Rubbing his nose with his forearm, Izuku bit his
lip and looked up at Sensei without a word. A beat of silence passed and Sensei
smirked, “I'll grant you this one time invitation to the end. I’ve granted you
life again, but like my Shigaraki said before, I can take it away. If you say
yes to death, then I’ll make it quick and painless. However, if you say no…
answer me. Midoriya Izuku, do you want a chance to start again? Can you live in
this world that has forsaken you, dragged you so close to death? Can you live
for us? Your saviors?”
The heavy questions hung in the air, physical and real with arrows materialized
from the darkness, poised to strike Midoriya Izuku with a finality he doesn't
notice.
Glassy green eyes shook in the somber room, staring up at the eyeless man
holding his hand out to him, spellbindingly resolute in its steady outreach.
Hot tears fell from Izuku’s eyes when he reached out to hold Sensei’s hand and
confidently whispered, “I don’t want to die.”
The hand Izuku used to shake Sensei’s hand feels very cold, prickling cold.
One by one, the arrows that hovered over the child disappeared into nothingness
and Sensei smiled, “Then we have deal, Midoriya Izuku.”
Mikumo’s presence is a comfort within him, silent, but present…Izuku can feel
him, a fragment of a feeling.
The demon in disguise hugged Izuku as soon as the door opened, arms wrapped
around his neck tight. Mikumo murmured worriedly like a child who was actually
worried until Shigaraki separated them. The door closed and Izuku stared at
Shigaraki when he lazily indicated to the spot next to him on the floor,
“Welcome, kid. Now it’s your brother’s turn. Prepare yourself. You might be an
only brother if things go bad.”
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Sensei’s talk with Mikumo was very quick and Izuku found his arms full of demon
child squeezing his waist like a teddy bear. Shigaraki stared at Sensei
standing at the door as he stood up, dragging the back of Izuku’s shirt up with
three fingers to pull him to stand. Mikumo caught Izuku’s shirt from riding up
since they do not have underwear on, standing up since Izuku was forced to
stand.
Shigaraki smirked when Sensei rubbed the top of Izuku’s head, flattening the
fluffy hair, and said, “Power is everything in this society. You have a whole
day to practice what I’ve gifted you Izuku-chan, before you do what you
desire.”
“Y-Yes, Sensei…I’ll do my best in everything for you and Shigaraki-san.”
Holding a hand out to place his hand on Shigaraki’s shoulder, Sensei then
continued speaking, “And you Mikumo-chan? Anything for him right?”
Akatani Mikumo’s answer was built around the possessiveness he has for his
half-brother Midoriya Izuku. “I already told you. I’m never leaving Izu-chan. I
won’t disappoint you, but don’t disappoint what is mine.”
“Your loyalty is fierce. Continue with that for your dear Izuku-chan.” Mikumo
smacked the finger of Shigaraki that was about to poke his cheek, but the
hidden demon before them nodded, smirking as he leaned against Izuku’s chest.
Izuku closed his eyes and held Mikumo in a loose hug, hands around small
shoulders, when the demon muttered with a pout, “Izu-chan is mine.”
Shigaraki Tomura’s grin cracked into place when he retorted, “And you both
belong to me, so don’t fail me. I don’t give extra lives in this game, twins.”
“Err, Shigaraki-san, we’re not twi-” Izuku began, but Shigaraki stopped him.
“Whatever.” Kurogiri materialized right next to Shigaraki and spread his dark
warp wide for the man with red eyes to enter. Underneath his hood, Shigaraki
glared. "You look like it, so that’s what I’m calling you two.”
Hand within Kurogiri’s grasp, Izuku stuck his foot through the warp gate, about
to enter the warp with Mikumo, but Sensei spoke again and got his attention
before the door to his room shut, “Rest up for now, children. Tonight, Kurogiri
shall bring you back to me. A hasty preparation, but time is of the essence if
you want a new life. You’ll need a crash course on the quirk I bestowed upon
you both.”
The shocked gasp from Izuku cut off when Kurogiri tugged him through the
portal. The older warp gate man’s chuckle is light and gentle, amused by
Sensei’s surprise gift.
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.
Shigaraki Tomura took back his two shirts and slippers, but Kurogiri gave them
two sets of new clothes to wear. When the tags were snipped off, Kurogiri then
picked Izuku and Mikumo into his arms to dropped them off in an alley near his
home.
After patting their heads and disappearing into a dark warp-gate, Mikumo held
up his hands to touch Izuku’s neck, hovering fingers over skin without contact.
Izuku shook his head to hiss out an, “I-I’m fine, Mikumo. Just do it.”
Pulling Izuku into a quick biting kissing, Mikumo smiled when Izuku punched him
in the face so hard that the demon licked blood that dripped down the side of
his chin. “Hold on to that anger Izuku-chan. We’re going to be matching again
soon.”
Akatani Mikumo melted into the shadows and Izuku walked out into the crowded
street with a shadow at his feet, swiftly catching up with Izuku to connect at
his feet.
Walking across the street, barefoot and with a demon at his feet, Izuku
approached the police car parked in front of his apartment building complex.
One of the police officers got out of the police car tripped when they spotted
Midoriya Izuku standing in front of the elevator.
His mother immediately cried when she saw him. Expression worried, Detective
Tsukauchi shot a quick look to the police officer that peaked around the corner
in the hallway area.
Closing his eyes to his mother’s embrace, Izuku took a deep breath of his
mother and smiled when she kissed his forehead. She cried sweet nothings in his
ear and Izuku listened to everything because, this is the last time he will
hear her speak like this to him.
When Midoriya Inko stopped talking and began to shakily repeat, “Izukun,” over
and over, Izuku felt that his body started to shake on his own. Inko pulled
away and froze, eyes wide as she looked on in horror.
A little trickle of blood dripped on Izuku's white shirt when the demon
summoned wounds fresh enough for one person to see, directly out of Inko’s
memories. A shaky hand touched his bruised cheek, cut lip and sensitive neck.
The memory is fresh for them both, aided by nightmares, and Izuku
twitched…gasping slightly when the pressure of fingers returned around his
neck.
Then his mother let go so quickly that Izuku bumped into a man wearing a long
trench coat. The pressure around Izuku’s neck disappeared. A comforting hand to
his shoulder steadied him and Izuku looked behind him, away from his crying
mother heading to the kitchen.
After the doctor that was called over finished checking Izuku, the comforting
detective then sat him down on the living room couch and introduced himself as
Tsukauchi Naomasa. The detective then gave him a living room pillow to hold as
he comfortingly spoke, “Is there anything you would like me to get you before
we talk about where you were? You’ve been missing for almost the whole weekend,
Izukun. Your Auntie Mitsuki and your mother…have both told us a lot of
conflicting things that have me worried about you.”
Biting his lip before correcting the detective, looking at the pillow his
mother once attempted smother him with a week ago, Izuku muttered, “C-Can I get
a glass…of water, please, D-Detective Tsukauchi-san?”
“Of course.” Detective Tsukauchi smiled as he turned to his mother crying in
the kitchen area with a police officer rubbing her shoulder to calmly say,
“Midoriya-san, may I talk with you son alone for a bit? Officer, can you watch
over Midoriya-san to her room?”
The detective left and the two police officers led Midoriya-san to her room.
Another detective walked to follow Midoriya-san as well, nodded to Detective
Tsukauchi.
The demon hiding within his shadow waved three fox tails over his dirty feet,
brushing fur on his skin and then disappeared when the detective reappeared
with water. “Thank you.”
After a long silence that seemed endless, Izuku frowned when the Detective said
that his mother is not going to be coming into the living room. Then a silence
followed after and the Detective stood up from crouching to sit next to him on
the couch. “Midoriya Izuku, do you have something you want to tell me?
Anything? Maybe you can even…start with how you feel about your mother?”
Detective Tsukauchi is persistent in his questioning and Izuku sat farther
away, but didn’t let go of the detective’s hand. “I love my Mom. I got mad with
her and ran away with all my things like my notebooks and some of my favorite
All Might things.”
Izuku let go of the detective’s hand and frowned when he asked, “Did your
mother ever hurt you?”
“No. Never.” The detective said nothing after that and didn’t interrupt again.
The older man’s expression turned frustrated the more he listened to the child
at his side.
This is the start. This is the start that Izuku has chosen for himself. The
start is to tie loose ends.
The detective listened to little Midoriya Izuku’s every word, oblivious to the
demonic shadow sliding under the child’s shirt in a comforting hug. “My mother
has always been kind of me. Always. Even when I mess up…like this.”
The detective and police eventually left. Closing the front door, Midoriya Inko
quickly turned around to stare down at her son in horror, eyes seeing, yet
unseeing, “I unscrewed the locks before anyone arrived, Izukun. They were so
mean to me, questioning me because, of that Mitsuki, but they can’t take you
from me. Okay? I’m fine and I won’t ever let anything-anyone ever take you from
me. You’ll always be with me right, Izukun? Izuku? Izu-”
Inko gasped, looking down at her blouse, backing away her son when he embraced
her.
Blood dripped from Izuku’s mouth again to stain the front of Inko’s blouse and
scattered to the ground when he coughed. Izuku squeezed his hands into fists
when the wounds came back for the sake of remembrance and covered his mouth
when he coughed again.
“I-Izu…kun?” Blood on her fingers, Inko slowly went to hold the knob of the
front door to open it. “T-This is a dream right? I’m dreaming? I’m dreaming.
This is a dream again. Not again. Izukun. Please, no, not again. No. No. Then
Hisashi is-here-he’s here, he is-is-I-I-Izukun is-”
Izuku looked at his feet. “Mikumo? Don’t eat everything.”
The front door didn’t open, which means the quirk Sensei gave Akatani Mikumo
was successful...not that the demon in hiding needed it to isolated the
apartment. Yet, the demon giggled and said, “A gift is a gift.”
Izuku reprimanded the demon, “Mikumo.”
“Anything for you, Izuku-chan.” Izuku can feel the demon’s excitement to watch
the upcoming dinner entertainment, but first- “It’s your turn.”
Inko bolted to the kitchen when everything around her started to darken to an
encroaching twilight hands crawling on the walls. Midoriya Izuku stared at the
gentle sea of blackness at his feet and then at the unsteady pointed carving
knife, his mother held up towards him.
Closing his eyes, ignoring his mother’s approaching scream, Izuku let the
borrowed quirk flow to his mind and then out. Muffled screams went unheard as
illusionary blood pooled to the floor, forming into hands. The nightmares
started and Izuku looked at his mother drop the knife, scrambling backwards
when she collapsed to the tiled floor.
Now, Izuku saw his vision waver like he was under water. A wave of dizziness
took over his senses, but luckily, Mikumo caught him before he fell. Stubbornly
standing on his own, Izuku turned away from the demon and carefully moved to
leave his former home. One foot after the other, but the demon is at the
entrance.
“Hmm? Izu-chan, where are you going? The quirk just started-”
Blinking a few times, vision returning to how it was, Izuku rubbed the side of
his face, but still said, “Out of my way, Mikumo.”
“You didn’t see her vomit yet. Sensei said she would during the start of the
quirk nightmar-”
“I’m going to see Kacchan and you’re not stopping me.” Claws are aimed at his
throat, but Izuku ignored them, “Don’t be mad. It’s not like I’m never coming
back.”
The claws on Izuku’s neck retracted when the human child walked closer, closer
to his demonic reflection’s stiff form, to lay his head on his shoulder. The
shoulder Izuku leaned against relaxed and the demon gave in with a quiet, “Be
back soon.”
Before the demon could hug him, Izuku moved around the demon, opening the door
and walked away into the night to Katsuki’s home.
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“Don’t you ever run away like that again!!” His father’s voice made Katsuki
slam his knee on the underside of his desk and curse out under his breath.
Bakugou Katsuki’s parents are crying and he can hear them from the second floor
in his room. Running down the stairs, Katsuki froze when he saw whom they were
crying for. “D-Deku, y-you’re back.”
His stomach wasn’t hurting as badly as all weekend. They locked eyes for just
two seconds. Then Katsuki felt a weight fall from his shoulders and the
tightness in his chest disappear.
He’s back then.
Katsuki’s eyes narrowed when Deku looked way, ignoring him to smile up at the
Bakugou parents holding him tight in an embrace, “I won’t be long. I-I just
wanted to say sorry…f-for running away. M-My mom wanted me to see you before-”
Mitsuki kissed Deku’s forehead and said, “Before?”
“A-ah well, I-I want to see Kacchan. May I see Kacchan, Auntie Mitsuki?”
Before Katsuki could do anything, Deku squeezed out of his parent’s arms and
pulled him into a tight hug. The sudden hug stunned him and Katsuki’s eyes
twitched when he felt Deku rub his face against his neck, nuzzling him like a
stupid dog. He didn’t know what to do.
A tiny spark in Katsuki’s hands died when his mother yelled at him quickly to
stop his explosion or get punished with getting his television privileges taken
away. “I’M NOT GONNA DO ANYTHING DUMB, MOM!”
Stomping her foot on the ground, Katsuki’s mother shouted back, “YOU WERE ABOUT
TO KATSUKI, SO DON’T YOU-”
Warm breath touched Katsuki’s jaw when Deku pulled away to say words that made
his parents go stupid in the brain with a group ‘awww’. Those words were the
pathetic words said all sweet-like by pathetic Deku, “I’m missed you so much,
Kacchan. I thought I wouldn’t see you again.”
Building up to scream, Katsuki was about to grip Deku’s small shoulders,
“Dekuuu, get the heck-”
But then Deku pulled away with tears forming at the corner of his eyes, hands
behind his back. “Away from you. Yes, yes, hahaha, s-sorry Kacchan, I-I know.”
Suddenly Katsuki found himself glaring at his mother who just pulled away from
kissing Deku’s forehead. His father stopped rubbing Deku’s fluffy ass hair.
They all moved up to his room and the intrusion is slowly getting on his
nerves, but he is holding in his annoyance. He went to sit on his bed and
watched Deku struggle with his parents at the door area. His mother then told
Deku, “Anything, okay? I’ll be back with some food since you said your forgot
to eat. You should think about staying here for the night incase your mother
needs to gather herself, okay Izu-”
“Izuku-chan!”
The glare Katsuki has aimed at his mother narrowed harder when he saw his
mother visibly twitch a few times. Even though his mother is so happy that Deku
is back, she has been twitchy ever since the little dork arrived to visit. She
hid it with an unchanging smile, tight hugs and a cheerful voice, but Katsuki
knows his own damn mother. “Ah…I-Izuku-chan, yes! I-I’ll be back with food and
snacks. And you look so much better than before!”
Tilting his head, Deku looked up at his mother when she said this.
“Than…before?”
“A-Ah, I’m sorry Izuku-chan! I mean you look warmer, pink cheeks.” The pinch to
Deku’s cheek is quick and his mother left the room too fast, dragging his
father along, and Katsuki noticed.
When the door closed slightly, a small crack left open, Katsuki watched Deku
moved closer to him. “When the hell did you start liking Izuku-chan better
than-?”
“I-I tried running away, you know.”
“I know. The police told my mom about it. You were trying to leave?” With a
sneer, Katsuki shook his head and said, “That’s stupid. And you were by
yourself, which makes it even more stupid since you can’t do crap on your own.”
“W-were you worried about me?” It sounded so hopeful.
Katsuki is pouting, eyes averted from Deku now sitting on the floor of his
room, fidgeting like a dork. They stayed quiet, Katsuki refusing to talk first
and they didn’t. They just sat in silence until his parents both came into his
room with food just for little Deku, sitting uninvited in his room, at his
little table on the floor.
It felt like forever passed, but Deku then spoke to address him in hesitant,
weak tone, putting his chopsticks on top of the empty bowl, “I-…I just came
here because…I wanted to see you one last time.”
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Kacchan’s face is shocked, eyes wide and mouth open slightly, his whole mind
caught off guard by his statement. “One last time?”
Rubbing his hands together, Izuku nodded and tried his best to keep looking at
Kacchan, despite his nervousness, “Erm…yes. Last time.”
When Midoriya Izuku said that, Katsuki raised his eyebrow, biting out a furious
response, “What the-…Deku! You’re trying at running away, again?! I just said
that’s stupid and you-”
“Yea, K-Kacchan. Well, more like moving. I’m moving. My mom is coming too this
time, but she…won’t be with me. A relative of mine is…well I don’t know the
details.” Hands balled into fists at his side now, Izuku continued explaining,
“I-I don’t know where or how long and-but I swear, I won’t be gone too long and
then we can…maybe, we could try at-”
Being friends again.
Izuku wasn’t able finish, interrupted by a huff from the other boy that sat on
the edge of his bed. Izuku looked up at Kacchan when he brushed him off.
Annoyed. “Whatever Deku.”
“Kacc-”
“Fine.” The little step stool by Katsuki’s bed was violent kicked to the side,
bouncing to the ground twice. “Good riddance.”
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Deku’s lip trembled slightly, but he managed to repeat like the weakass broken
record he can turn into when he's about to cry, “Good…riddance?”
Katsuki huffed once more, glaring down at Izuku sitting on the floor at his
feet like a kicked pup. The image made Katsuki want to hit the boy, but knew
his mother would come running when Deku would scream.
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Explosions bubbled over the skin of Kacchan’s palms, while Izuku felt his chest
tighten till it hurt.
Izuku remembered how the demon Akatani Mikumo always bluntly spoke, how bluntly
he talked even after the villain tormented him, how bluntly the demon admitted
how much he hurt him too. Izuku remembered how the demon said the hate inside
Kacchan already existed before the demon arrived. Pain. Each pain is an
undeniable truth.
“You really hate me don’t you, Kacchan?” Izuku had to ask.
It took effort not to stutter like he usually does when he is nervous. Izuku
tried to imitate Mikumo, so that he could get the truth from his Kacchan…to
hear those words directly from the other boy’s mouth. However, Izuku’s
statement made Kacchan flinch, stop his mini-explosions to grip his knees hard.
Red eyes widened. Izuku became confused when Kacchan’s body looked like he was
trembling. It looked like Kacchan was about to punch him...but he didn't.
“No I don’t, s-shut up idiot, and don’t make dumb guesses. You just act like
you’re something, like you’re cool, like you’re better than me, but you’re just
a damn pebble on the side of the road. Honestly, quirkless dorks like you
should just jump off a roof since they’re all useless. Maybe in another life
you’ll get a quirk if you do that, Deku. Good riddance.”
Bakugou Katsuki didn’t say he hated him.
“Kacchan…” Katsuki’s right eye twitched when Izuku’s lip started to tremble and
his eyes widened, shining wet with tears. When Izuku felt his lips smile,
Katsuki made a noise of disgust and his face became the confused one instead.
“I-I’ll…leave you now. I’m…sorry for coming.”
Katsuki closed his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest and raised his
shoulders as he sneered, facing away from Izuku. He's disgusted with him, but
that's fine. Izuku is disgused with himself too.
“Really, Deku? Always fucking apologizing like an idiot. Just get out of here
and for the millionth time leave me alo-” The bed bounced when Izuku moved to
sit next to Katsuki and Izuku held his ground. Katsuki turned to look at him
again with a snarl.
“I-I will leave you alone soon, but-”
“Get off my bed, De-”
Izuku calmed his face as best as he could. Hesitantly, Izuku scooted closer to
Katsuki on his bed. Feeling Izuku’s knee touch his, Katsuki glared at the
smaller boy when he continued speaking, cutting his words off, “But…I-I p-
promise, I’ll leave you alone for a long time, b-but…c-can I say good bye
first?”
Kacchan is trembling harder, bottling his anger, but coupled with his twitchy
expression, mouth downturned, he looks like he is about to lunge at Izuku.
Not wanting mini-explosions to begin again, Izuku summoned the courage to move
first. He had to do this. He wanted to tell him the only way he knows how, the
only way Izuku knows would reach him. Make him understand…just a little.
Closing his eyes, Kacchan growled with his teeth biting like a wolf, “Whatever
Deku, just fucking get-mmph!!!”
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Deku tackled him, but what shocked Bakugou Katsuki the most was the kiss.
The smaller boy, Midoriya Izuku with his weak arms, always injured, sickly
body, hugged Katsuki and kissed him. Green eyes didn’t close when he did that
and Katsuki looked at the Deku’s face remain the closest it has ever been to
him, soft lips firm against his own.
Those green eyes looking at him are determined. Desperate.
When Deku pulled away slightly, he merely hovered over Katsuki. Too shocked to
react to what happened, Katsuki just laid on his bed. He is on his bed staring
up towards the ceiling, blocked by Deku’s face, and any violent reactions
expected did not lash out...yet.
A moment passed between them. Deku is still gazing at Katsuki from his position
on top of him. The dork's mouth is twitching and his eyes are pained, seconds
from crying on him.
“D-Deku…” Through gritted teeth Katsuki finally spoke, “Why did you kiss me
like a fucking girl, huh? Deku? Tell me before I-”
Katsuki froze when the boy whispered to him with an emotion he cannot
understand, “I think you’re worthy Kacchan. You’re strong and c-confident. I
still look up to you a lot and I think you’re really…um…w-well, you’re so
amazing, Kacchan. Even if you say and do really mean things to me…I know you’ll
be a great hero, Kacchan.”
What. The. Hell.
Hands are placed on either side of Katsuki’s shoulders, fists gripping the bed
sheets, and Deku didn’t move even when he began shaking. Tears are falling down
his face and Katsuki couldn’t look away for something within his body now
started detonating, destroying his faux-paralysis caused by Deku.
Tears drop on Katsuki’s neck. His eyes narrowed, never leaving Deku’s now
smiling face covered in tears. That smile made Katsuki want to…-Katsuki’s hands
twitched into fists about to strike.
Katsuki is shaking with emotions building, anger or something else he doesn’t
know. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and then pushed Deku off
him, to the floor. A yell is about to explode from Katsuki’s mouth, but it
doesn’t when Izuku quickly stands to bow to him before shakily continuing, “A-
a-and I’m sorry for k-kissing you. But I really needed to, well, I-I always
wanted to tell you this for along time. I’ll never forget you a-and I-I’ll miss
you, K-Kacchan. Goodbye!”
Deku then turns to run down the stairs and Katsuki follows after him, hopping
down two steps at a time to capture Deku before he reaches the door. “YOU CAN’T
JUST DO THIS CRAP AND RUN AWAY WITH SIMPLE ASS BYE -”
About to grab Deku by the back of his shirt, Katsuki is suddenly interrupted by
his mother calling for them both worried, “W-What’s wrong kids? Izuku-chan? Why
are you leaving so soon?”
The interruption caused Katsuki to falter in his chase. Katsuki’s stretched
fingers grab nothing, brush against Izuku’s elbow and shoulder without a proper
hold. “Sorry, my Mom wants me home now, Auntie! Thank you for everything!”
The door is left open. The only proof of Midoriya Izuku left in the Bakugou
household is the funny feeling on Katsuki’s tingling lips and chest. His breath
is heavy and squeezes his chest as if he has asthma like Deku on his worst
asthma attacks at school. Looking up at his mother, when she touched his
shoulder, Katsuki muttered, “He’s gone.”
He grit his teeth when his mother asked him what happened. “I’ll call the
police in case he doesn’t make it back ho-"
“He lives like three damn blocks away, he’ll be fucking fine! Deku said they’re
moving, Mom!” He punched the wall hard when he yelled again, “He just said they
are LEAVING. JUST LIKE THAT.
“KATSUKI, LANGUA-…Moving? But he just came back! His mother never to-”
“SHE NEVER TELLS YOU SHIT FOR YEARS.”
“I KNOW YOUR AUNTIE INKO HAS SHUNNED US SINCE-” She then took a deep breath and
closed the door as she asked Katsuki, “But tell me, Katsuki. Did Izuku-chan say
when? Or why? Or-”
He shook his head, refusing to answer his mother’s questions, feeling the blush
on his cheeks too distracting. He rushed back into his room and closed his door
gently to say, “He said goodbye to me, that’s it!! WHATEVER. I’LL BE IN MY
ROOM. LEAVE ME ALONE, MOM. GOOD NIGHT.”
Katsuki jumps on his bed and stares at his ceiling. The feeling of Midoriya
Izuku’s kiss lingered in his mind and his lips feel tingly…like Izuku is still
kissing him. Katsuki forced himself to sleep, but muttered a quiet ‘goodbye’
before sleeping.
.
.
.
Izuku is standing in his former room, bare of all belongings and the lingering
emotions of spent there. Mikumo wiped his face of the little blood that was on
his cheek, looking away from Izuku as he casually inquired, “So…how did it go?”
Despite Izuku’s blatant decision to go to Kacchan’s home, Mikumo did not seem
angry. The demon boy standing at the open door did not demand anything from
Izuku. Izuku knows that the demon can smell Kacchan on him…even though their
contact was very short.
Izuku does not hide it when he answers Mikumo’s inquiring look and the demon’s
head tilted to the side a little as he leaned against the doorway, one hand on
his hip.
“I said goodbye to Kacchan and kissed him on the lips.” Izuku watched those
dark green eyes of his demon flash red, the whites in his eyes bleeding into
black, and then gone again with a quick blink. The demon didn’t move when Izuku
removed his hands from out of the pockets of his oversized hoodie when he
spoke, quieter, under his breath, with his attention never leaving the demon.
Akatani Mikumo stood there quiet, staring at Izuku with an expression he did
not understand. “…Oh? Did you now?"
Izuku became confused when Mikumo changed and started to chuckle as he moved
towards him, holding his arms open, but Izuku did not walk into his embrace.
Mikumo paused and put his hands down, then carefully backed the human boy
against the walls that once has posters all over the place. Izuku’s shoes
echoed within the barren home as he walked backwards, hands pressing against
the wall at his back. Mikumo rested his head on Izuku’s shoulder and lovingly
kissed his neck, and then once more under Izuku’s chin.
Izuku closed his eyes and whispered to the Demon before he could kiss the
corner of his mouth, “Our previous friendship is gone.”
Mikumo paused and then moved to kiss Izuku over his mouth, causing Izuku to
flinch and open his eyes to look at him when he ended their kiss to simply say,
“I agree. It’s…very different. Evolved. As I said before, friendships can die
easily, but you’re a loving boy. You already accepted me.”
Izuku nodded and bitterly answered, “I did. We had a deal.”
“A deal with Sensei too. The strongest demon with thousands of stolen quirks.”
“Yes, but so did you.”
"I promised to always follow you. Not him. It was self-sacrificial enough for
Sensei to approve, similar to your own.”
Izuku took a deep breath and let it out slow through his nose. “I…true. You
did. You told me you would.”
“And you’re not giving up, not ever, not anymore, right Izuku-chan?”
“Yes.” Izuku frowned and leaned forward to hide his face against Mikumo’s shirt
as he muttered, “…I’m not giving up on this. I’m not giving up on Kacchan too,
even if you hate that.”
“Then I too shall not give up for multiple reasons, Izuku-chan." The demon
growled, teeth sharpening when he pulled back away from Izuku’s face, so that
the human would him, his animalistic expression. “That boy will be your
downfall. If you ever die, it will be from my hands. I’ll kill Bakugou Katsuki
if he crosses a line, Izuku-chan.”
When Izuku flinched, Mikumo wrapped his arms around Izuku’s shoulders and
pressed him closer to his body. Hands pushed against the demon’s chest, but the
hug was strong, tight, and encasing. The demon’s desperation could be felt
within his hug. He wants Izuku to forget about Kacchan, but he will never
forget about his Kacchan, even if Kacchan forgets all about him…
Even though fear coursed through his trembling body, Izuku angrily yelled at
the deceptively sweet demon pressing his lips on his skin and continued
struggling, “Don’t threaten Kacchan! Kacchan will be the best hero, he’ll be
the number one hero, h-he said he will and he will! A-a-and I-I’ll kill myself
i-if you ever hurt Kacchan!”
“If you ever kill yourself, I’ll drag you out of hell to be with me again.
You’re mine.”
Izuku spat back and turned away from the demon, “But I’m also Sensei’s now. I’m
Shigaraki’s.”
“But you were mine first.” Izuku felt fangs brush his neck, but no pain as
Mikumo furiously declared, holding Izuku tighter in his embrace, “Remember,
Izuku-chan? You promised me yourself on the day that filth tore into you. This
is forever. There is no escaping me, Midoriya Izuku. And old fox will die
soon…”
“Let me go. It hurts.” Izuku grunted as he pushed Mikumo, forcing the demon’s
face away from his skin and the human knew he was only able to do this for the
demon allowed him.
Back against the wall, Izuku glared at the demon when he moved his face away
enough to say, “Shigaraki Tomura is not gaining All for One.”
Squeezing the upper forearms of the demon, small and weak like his own, Izuku
quietly said, “I-I k-know…”
“Do you, Izuku-chan?”
Sensei’s handshake burned in a similar way Mikumo’s touch was on the day Izuku
almost died.
“I-I do, Mikumo. Yes.” Izuku’s voice got louder and growled through gritted
teeth, “Sensei is the enemy. I’m yours, but you’re mine too. Remember that. So,
don’t say that you will hurt Kacchan. I care about Auntie Mitsuki, Uncle Masaru
too. Don’t touch them or hurt them ever.”
"Not even a-”
“I won’t forgive you. I will live to hate you forever.”
“Forever is a long time. You would accept me again eventua-” Izuku glared at
the demon and did not stop even when Mikumo’s words stopped to turn to a smile.
Midoriya Izuku bit his tongue when Akatani Mikumo pressed against him again,
holding him close. Hesitantly, Izuku returned the embrace this time and buried
his nose close to soft, dark hair similar to his own. Tears began to well up in
the human’s eyes and the demon smiled wider, kissing the tears that slid over
Izuku’s freckled cheeks.
“Of course, Izuku-chan…” Akatani Mikumo took a deep breath of Izuku’s scent,
loving the assorted emotions pouring from the boy, drinking deeply of the aura
provided to him. After he growled out his previous words, Mikumo then smirked
as he relaxed, happily saying to the human…his human, “Anything you want my
Izuku-chan.”
“I want…to come back one day.”
“As I said, anythi-…Shhhh.” Mikumo pulled his lips away from Izuku’s cheek to
whisper close to his ear, “The keeper of the devil’s son is coming. I can smell
him arriving. Keep holding me.”
Izuku gripped the back of Mikumo’s shirt, watching Kurogiri’s dark warp gate
form materialized at the door entrance. Stepping out of his gate, suit melting
out of the darkness, Kurogiri’s yellow eyes arched in an invisible friendly
smile. “Hello there children. Is everything ready? Is she ready to be taken?”
Before Izuku could say any question, Mikumo squished the human boy’s face
against his shoulder, burying his hand in soft hair as he yelled at Kurogiri
with his bratty child act, “You didn’t think Izu-chan and I would be able to do
it?”
Walking to the kitchen area together, Izuku stared down at his mother sleeping
a restless sleep at his feet. Slumped on the cold floor, knife unused and
discarded, with her face towards the heavens she never shall see, Midoriya Inko
slept trapped within an endless nightmare.
“Yes, Kurogiri-san. My mother is locked in her nightmares. You can take her.”
Wincing, Izuku looked down at his slightly shaking hands. “But this…quirk hurt
when I used it.”
“As Sensei told you, it’s temporary. You probably don’t fit with this kind of
quirk.” Kurogiri then opened a portal under Inko, sinking her into the floor,
out of their presence.
It’s happening. Midoriya Inko is going to be…
Izuku kept his eyes on his mother as she disappeared, a serious expression at
his face, but then Kurogiri spoke again, “The papers are finished and our
contacts provided verification. As of tomorrow, she will have officially
admitted herself into the best Psychiatric hospital on paper away from here.
Midoriya Inko and her son moved to be closer to the hospital. Izuku lives with
Akatani, close family relatives.”
Mikumo spoke inside Izuku’s mind again to say, My fox friends have been working
hard for us.
His mother is gone now. The portal where she was has closed. Taking a deep
breath, Izuku quietly answered, “That’s…good.”
“To conclude,” Kneeling down in front of Izuku, Kurogiri asked, “Do you both
still desire to relax at the onsen? Sensei’s treat before you both start your
quota tomorrow for Shigaraki-san and the three fox friends of ours. You shall
meet different, frightening creatures tomorrow on both sides of the scalpel, so
this is your last chance for recuperation.”
“An onsen?”
"Mikumo-chan said you enjoyed the onsen and Sensei.” Kurogiri blinked his sharp
glowing eyes as he rubbed his chin, “Ah, was this a miscalculati-”
“N-No!” Izuku enthusiastically corrected when Mikumo poked his side. “W-We’d
love to go.”
The demon planned something without Izuku’s knowing and the demon’s foxy smile
is as tricky as well, more deceiving with a smile that looks too much like his
own. Big dark green eyes twinkled in excitement at him and Mikumo whispered,
“You’re going to love this, Izu-chan."
.
.
The onsen Sensei arranged for them that night is wonderful. Kurogiri brought
them and Izuku couldn’t even recognize the area, but the tourist sign he saw in
passing on the street mentioned ‘The Seven Hells.’ The futons were spread out
for them since it’s already nine-something at night. As soon as the sliding
door of their room closed, Mikumo held out his hand for Izuku to hold.
“This is…an apology isn’t it, Mikumo?”
“Yes. I’ve decided to spoil you forever, Izu-chan. Anything for you.”
Izuku looked at the hand held out to him, the demon sitting on the floor with
his slender legs similar to his own spread out, and sighed. The demon’s yukata
is haphazardly thrown on, about to come undone by how it’s falling down one
shoulder, and is the opposite of Izuku’s proper worn yukata.
The demon is still holding his hand out to him with a welcoming expression, a
small smile on his lips, but Izuku just sighed again and then placed is hand
over Mikumo’s outstretched hand.
“Good. Now, Izuku-chan, I have a better place than this.” Mikumo stood up
quickly, grabbed two towels, opened the sliding doors of the closet in their
private room and then pushed Izuku inside, following him inside. “I know a
better onsen than here. Would you like me to show it to you?”
“Umm…but Kurogiri could-“ Shaking his head, Izuku started again in a more
exasperated tone, “What else are you planning nowww?”
"No humans, just us, and we’ll just come back here to sleep. Sensei promised us
this free night before we work, so come on.”
“What if someone knocks and sees we’re not-” Izuku gasped when the closet door
slid closed with a loud bang, cutting off the light of the room and bring them
in darkness as they quickly sunk into the floor.
“Who cares? We could just be bathing late night in the onsen or whatever. My
place is better. Yuu, Katsuki-senpai and I always go there to relax.”
They emerged from behind the shadow of a tree in the forest. Multiple memories
raced through Izuku’s mind as he strongly felt the sense of déjà vu, but was
interrupted when Mikumo ran past him.
“This is nice. It’s just you and me with no blond-haired, red-eyed little
interlopers!”
“Mikumo!!!” Izuku screamed that, anger boiling within, but the demon only
laughed with his waving hands trying to placate him.
Izuku didn’t notice before, but the old scar Kacchan gave him by accident in
daycare is also at the same place on Mikumo’s thumb.
“Sorry, sorry, Izu-channnn, I couldn’t resist~” Mikumo stripped his yukata off,
dropped their folded towels and jumped into the water of the fairly wide
natural onsen. Some monkeys were swimming on the far corner of the onsen, but
left due to the interruption or they felt a demon’s presence. The way they
howled and wildly scrambled away...
The big splash, so out of character, took Izuku by surprise, jolting him out of
his memories of Yamikumo playing with him in dark forests, of the dead bunny in
his hands, of the men and women he witnessed dismembered and-
“Coming in Izuku-chan? I don’t bite hard.”
Izuku shook his head of his memories and sighed once again as he undone the obi
around his waist to take off his yukata. With a roll of his eyes, Izuku dropped
his yukata to the ground and ignored the demon that is openly staring at him
with a familiar fox grin with teeth. “Yea, I am Mikumo. Be patient.”
“I’m very patient.” Out from atop Mikumo’s dark green, messy hair, perked fox
ears appeared and the demon smiled a toothy smile at him. “I feel that I might
be the most patient demon to have ever existed.”
“I know you are.” Izuku determinedly ignored the demon fox’s eyes looking at
him move towards the water and focused on the grass between his toes. “But
don’t get too full of yourself, Mikumo."
“Izuku-channn, come onnn.” If Mikumo teases him, then Izuku will continue to do
so too. As if hearing him, the demon chuckled, placing a hand over his mouth as
he ducked into the water to wet his hair. Six black fox tails popped out of the
water when Mikumo dove into the water to swim closer to where Izuku walked.
Stepping over a few smooth rocks, Izuku slipped into the warm onsen and the
warmth soothed his entire body of the phantom pains, fresh and tearing into him
during the day, away from his dreams at night. The moon is bright in the dark
sky and Izuku wondered where they are now.
He is alone with a demon bathing at his side. Izuku leaned against the rocks,
closing his eyes a little, ignoring the feeling of soft hair resting on the
side of his shoulder and the familiar feeling of a fox’s ear brushing against
his cheek.
Mikumo’s fox tails floated around Izuku, curling around his form, but did not
touch. The coolness of the moon blessed air felt good, blowing wind through
Izuku’s hair.
.
.
They have been bathing alone in the natural, outdoor onsen and Mikumo is
thinking about the countless hands that have touched Izuku, but right now all
he can smell is the most recent one. Akatani Mikumo can smell him…
The demon sniffed the air and then lifted his head when he stopped floating to
look at Izuku. “Izuku-chan?”
Izuku looked up, stopped scrubbing his arm with his washcloth and watched the
demon fox swim closer. He bit his lip and narrowed his eyes at the demon
standing close in front of him now, but didn’t say anything mean, “Yeah…what,
Mikumo?”
“I love you.” The blunt declaration made the human freeze and the demon smile,
shrugging his shoulders as he wiped some water that splashed on his face.
“Um…I-…” The human placed the washcloth to the side and rubbed his right arm.
Midoriya Izuku is cleaning himself like a good child in the bath, but Mikumo
can still smell him. Bakugou’s scent is clinging to him. “I l-l-love you too.
“Don’t force yourself, Izuku-chan if it’s too difficult.” Mikumo rubbed his
pink, freckled cheeks and chuckled, “It will come easier in the future.”
“…yeah.”
“Are you scared of me still, Izu-chan? Scared of your one true friend since
childho-” The demon stopped talking when Izuku grabbed him by his shoulders and
smashed their mouth together. Their teeth clacked together and it hurt, so
Mikumo took over, pulling Izuku into a proper kiss, slipping his tongue inside
the boy’s mouth.
It is then Mikumo moves his hand lower and cups his hands over Izuku’s ass,
moving his cheeks apart to brushing his fingers over his entrance. Feeling a
finger press against his hole, Izuku jolted, water splashing as he begin to
tremble. The demon knew it then and smiled a small smile, hidden into the damp
hair of Izuku. Izuku bit his lip so hard that Mikumo smelt blood.
“Do you understand what I meant by you’re mine and I’m yours, Izuku-chan~?”
Mikumo kissed Izuku deeply and lifted Izuku to let the human rest against him,
placing him on his lap like the time the demon held onto the dying boy’s body
to keep the blood within.
“I-I k-know."
The demon hummed a little, but then said, “I want you in every way."
“Don’t talk as if you were the only childhood friend of mine, demon.” Izuku
gripped onto Mikumo’s shoulders, rubbing their lower bodies together like how
his puppet body moved within his memories with strangers. The demon growled and
slid his hands gently down the human boy’s back when Izuku moved lean against
him, an insult poised at his lips, “Your feelings for me isn’t perfect. You
love isn’t perfect or your so called c-childhood friendship with me.”
“I never said it was ever going to be perfect.”
“I don’t love you.”
“That’s fine. I can wait for you. I’ll never throw you away.” That statement
made Izuku cringe. “You know, ultimately, love gave you to me. Your father
loved your mother enough to throw you away. Your mother did the same a few days
ago. A blessing in disguise.”
Izuku flinched again at the word ‘blessing,’ but didn’t do anything to fight
this feeling that made him want Mikumo to continue his fervent touches.
.
.
Mikumo trails kisses up Izuku’s neck to whisper against soft lips, “You were
beautiful Izuku-chan…the filthy blood that stained you before brought out your
eyes, but having you like this lovely too. I can’t wait to see you stained
again…stronger than now.”
“I’ll be powerful, stronger…in everything.” Midoriya Izuku pushed him away and
stared into his eyes for a moment, holding the demon’s attention. The demon
felt his new human body still from that look. Izuku then closed his determined
eyes as he leaned back against the smooth rocks flat rocks behind him, pulling
Mikumo along to lie on top of him. “I won’t let you eat me, Mikumo. Nor Sensei.
No one.”
Midoriya Izuku is going to learn this…learn to enjoy this feeling and do his
best for the demon holding him, the best for Sensei, Shigaraki, so that he’ll
be strong one day. Strong enough to be a hero like All Mi-…to be worthy to
fight heroes on the same level.
Mikumo’s round face is childlike, similar to his own, but the sharp fangs are
bright in the moonlit night and the demon’s dark green eyes turned amused as he
smirked.
“I never will, Izuku-chan, but Sensei on another hand will kill you if it meant
Shigaraki’s survival.” Midoriya Izuku felt hands slide over the back of his
thighs. He knew that it was Akatani Mikumo touching him, his very own demon
touching him, not a stranger, not that villain he killed. “We’re only Sensei’s
tools. Remember that.”
During the possessions of the past, Izuku remembers his body moving and so he
moves as best as he can with the Demon occasionally helping him; Muscle memory
and determination, pride and…pleasure.
Izuku nodded, and bit his lip when the demon slowly entered him, one finger,
then slowly adding another and another. The demon kissed is tears away and
said, “I’ll be careful. Just tell me no anyti-”
“No! Just-” Izuku groaned in frustration, teeth gritting together. Izuku also
wants this with Mikumo. He wants this. This is want Izuku wants. That is what
he kept telling himself, ignoring the trembling tightness he feels teasing at
his chest. He can learn to overcome this. He’s strong.
Those dark green eyes are staring at him, half-lidded and mouth frowning.
“Anytime, we can stop. Also, remember that.”
Izuku nodded and moved his legs apart when fingertips moved down his spine.
“Yes. I-I’ll remember.”
“Relax for me.”
“O-Okay.” He let the demon do what he wanted, breathing deeply when he felt a
third finger stretch him. Midoriya is going to be strong and things like this
won’t stop him. Getting on his knees, Izuku turned away from the demon and
placed his hands in front of him on the ground, “P-please…just-just, do it.”
Akatani Mikumo obliged.
The demon’s hands are like chains wrapped around his elbows and Izuku could
hear imaginary chains rattle as Mikumo pressed into him…then began thrusting.
They’re both panting, but when Mikumo asked if they should slow down, Izuku
persisted, “Move...faster.”
The hardness inside him started to feel…good, and Mikumo pressed even deeper
inside him, faster, snapping his hips. The demon’s arms wrapped around his
chest, over his arms, and Izuku gripped onto those arms with both hands,
placing his head to the ground. His mind is melting and every thrust pumping
into him sends a wave of pleasure through his body.
Lifting his hips higher, Izuku felt the growling demon at his back slide a hand
down to rub his neglected pink cock. The hand squeezing Izuku own there is slow
compared to the demon’s thrusts and Izuku bit his lip again to stop from
moaning too loud.
Izuku gasped, saliva slipping down his chin, when Mikumo pulled out so
suddenly. “D-Don’t-”
“Don’t hold it in, Izuku.” Water splashed at their ankles when Mikumo turned
and let Izuku lie on top, moving hands to his shoulders, while the demon
squeezed his hips hard enough to bruise. Water. Sweat. Tears. Feeling something
warm slip out from him, Izuku blushed harder at the sudden switch of positions
with him on top.
A bad memory was about to appear again, but the demon gingerly kissed Izuku’s
fingers and erased it.
A long moan slipped from Izuku when the burning inside him returned, inching
inside to thrust into his raw entrance with a possessive vigor. It feels tight,
but so good that Izuku meet each thrust. With a hand to his upper back, Izuku
pressed his face to Mikumo’s curly dark green hair haloed around his head as he
lay with his back to the ground.
Izuku moaned when the hardness inside him hit just the right spot and made his
whole body tremble in pleasure. Amazing. It felt so good with every thrust that
Izuku almost lost himself with the feeling to hands gripping the back of his
thighs near his backside; to the feeling of fullness entering him over and over
and over. Izuku’s eyes began to flutter closed-
“Keep looking at me Izuku.” Midoriya Izuku obliged and moved to hover close to
Mikumo’s face. Eyes open and mouths slotting over each other with wet lounges.
Looking at the demon with those mirroring dark green eyes, Izuku’s own eyes
widened he saw Mikumo’s eyes glow a bright red. Mikumo licked the corner of his
lip and Izuku held his breath for a few seconds.
It was then Izuku thought about Kacchan lying on the bed under him.
Though Kacchan would never hold him, touch him like this, Izuku still thought
of him and it was…something new. This isn’t him. No. However, guiltily, Izuku
kept thinking about this…of Kacchan holding him. No burning palms, fists or
painful shoves.
Kacchan is holding him now, kissing him, moving inside him with such
overflowing passion that Izuku presses even closer to feel everything one last
time. It was then Izuku flinched, like the pinpricks of lingering pain from a
punch or shove.
The stinging awakened him, taking him away from Kacchan.
Kacchan’s speechless expression lingered in his mind even when Mikumo’s claws
traced his skin. Movement stopped and it’s as if the forest disappeared with
how ambient sound died, leaving only their breath. The claws did not draw any
blood, but Izuku refocused to see narrowed red eyes of…
“Sorry, M-Mikumo. Um…” Izuku is used to frustration and anger directed at him.
The claws tickles his damp skin, but Mikumo only gently turned them around
again, being mindful of his claws to Izuku’s skin. Lying on the ground again,
Izuku said nothing when the demon closed his eyes. “D-do you want to stop? We
can stop.”
“I’m fine. You should try closing your eyes, Izu-chan.” And so, Izuku did what
he was asked, saying nothing further when the demon held the back of his head
and guided his lips to touch his skin. “It’ll be easier for you like that.
.
.
Mikumo said nothing when the human in his arms accidentally moaned ‘Kacchan’
into his ear as they reached the climax of their lusty deeds. He made no
comment and continued letting Midoriya Izuku dream with hands holding him
close, never wanting him to let go.
.
.
Midoriya Izuku fell asleep with his face buried at the crook of his neck right
after climaxing and the demon held him close, sitting at the shallow end of the
onsen.
Their naked bodies are warm in the water, a blanket enveloping their forms in
the chill night. Mikumo then slowly lifted Izuku up to carefully pull out from
the boy.
The human in his arms thought of that Bakugou Katsuki, while they were…
Taking a deep breath, Akatani Mikumo let his fangs disappear together with his
fox ears and tail when Izuku nuzzled against his skin. The demon isn’t mad
anymore. The moment passed. Holding up his one small hand into the air,
sprawling his fingers wide, the demon watched his claws shrink back to Izuku-
like delicate hands.
In time, that Bakugou interloper is going to be forgotten by Izuku. In time.
Mikumo smiled as he washed, dried and dressed them both, knowing the human
would remain sleeping peacefully in a dreamless sleep not plagued by pain or
sadness; his dear, willing puppet. Yamikumo, Akatani Mikumo, made sure of that
for the nightmares will now happen when they are awake. And Midoriya Izuku will
be alive to create it with him.
Noumou after Noumou, body after body, Izuku and the demons with him shall do
anything, everything, all for Sensei and Shigaraki Tomura. For now.
.
.
Shigaraki rolled his eyes when Izuku stumbled when he emerged from the warp
gate, but Kurogiri caught the child before he face planted to the ground.
Carrying Izuku up in the air a little to properly place feet to the ground,
Kurogiri smiled at Mikumo when the child emerged to straighten Izuku’s crumpled
shirt.
Shigaraki Tomura watched the child with bored eyes cling to the other with
fingers intertwining with the other child’s fingers. The other child let out an
‘eep,’ but didn’t shove the other way…and Shigaraki can see tears beading at
the corner of that child’s eyes.
“Izuku-chan. Come on, let’s go to the convenience store. I want food.” Rubbing
his eyes away of tears, Izuku smiled brightly at Shigaraki when he orderedthis.
“O-Okay Shigaraki-san!” Izuku ran to the entrance of the bar and stood there,
tugging Mikumo after him like a toy since Izuku suddenly shot off like a
bullet.
“Then I want you to see our warehouse later. You’re working there now.”
Kurogiri paused in wiping down the bar table when the child named Midoriya
Izuku called out to him, it made him look to the child standing at the open
door. Waving to him with a small hand, Izuku said, “Bye Kurogiri-san! We’re
off!”
Shigaraki said nothing when the kid grabbed the cloth of his pants as Mikumo
held Izuku. Kurogiri kept his duckling comment internally and simply waved a
goodbye to them, a small smile on his lips hidden by his dark mist. The door of
the bar then closed.
.
.
.
Bakugou Katsuki slept in his comfortable bed, peaceful and undisturbed on the
very night Midoriya Izuku leaves the area. Katsuki did not know that the
goodbye of Midoriya Izuku would last for almost six years.
No more weirdness would happen to Katsuki. There would be no more dreams of
crying green eyes. No more phantom pains or sickness. The talisman Bakugou
Mitsuki put under her son’s bed would soon have no use with the lack of
nightmares to consume and she find no need to hide it there no long.
The demon influencing Deku is too far for Katsuki to feel his former childhood
friend’s sufferings of the past and present.
Bakugou’s Shrine Priests/Miko lineage would remain unimportant, unused for both
mother and son, expect for which menial tasks such as choosing the best non-
rotting fruits at the groceries.
However, Mitsuki would still try calling her estranged friend Midoriya Inko
whenever she can and never stop, but it is useless. No answers.
As such, Deku would become but a memory within Bakugou Katsuki’s childhood, a
pebble on the side of the road. Occasionally something would remind Katsuki of
him, but it would only serve to annoy and anger him.
Katsuki would move on and eventually graduate from middle school as the only
one have the guts to take the entrance exam to his dream high school, but his
Deku will be waiting for him there with a spring to his step and nightmares
poised at his side. Soon.
.
.
.
Dark. Cold. Midoriya Inko groggily came into consciousness, wrinkling her nose
from the rotting, unpleasant smell that she breathed in. She carefully opened
her eyes to a bright light that blinded her. Her groans echoed in the room,
hurting her ears. Inko turned to the side away from the light and saw black
paws of an animal sitting by her face.
Then all Inko could see are two black foxes, hovering over her now, and she
screamed when their noses sniffed at her face. One of them growled, the wild
animals fox teeth are jagged, dripping with saliva. She can’t move.
The closed off area Inko found herself in is covered with blood. It’s all over
the tiled walls and floor, on the opaque plastic curtain, in the sink, on the
table…everywhere.
A boy who looked exactly like her son entered and leaned against a dark red
stained tile wall at the side of the table. Quiet, but focused on her with eyes
and hair that are a slight shade too dark to be her son. It didn’t blink once
at her.
She yelled at that thing that looks like her sweet boy, demanded what the hell
it was, but it didn’t answer.
The black like foxes jumped away quick, falling to the ground to zip away like
shadows flattened to the surfaces around them, when Inko began to struggle.
Tugging on her arms and legs, Midoriya Inko can’t move for she can see that she
is strapped down to some operating table.
Both fox shadows turned into the silhouettes resembling humans and her eyes
widened when a knife and a scalpel hovered in the air.
Inko stopped struggling when her son moved the plastic curtain to the side,
entering between where the two silhouettes stood. She felt tears fall down her
face when one of the shadows petted her son’s hair. The two shadows moved for
him to pass and did the same when a man with pale hair, dressed in all black,
picked up her son and sat him in his lap on the blood covered work stool. She
called for him, over and over, desperately, begging, crying for him nonstop,
but her Izukun didn’t answer even when the scalpel made its first cut.
.
.
He made sure not to look away from this because, this isn’t the first time. All
the blood and pain, Izuku has experienced first hand on the receiving and
giving end. This isn’t the first and it surely won’t be the last.
“Pay attention, Izuku-chan. Mikumo-chan. You’ll be helping these gifted demons
in granting me the things that will destroy the Number One Hero All Might.”
Despite the choices he made leading up to this, Izuku still cringed at the
mentioned of the hero he still cares for so dearly. Shigaraki did not notice,
too enraptured by the agony before him. With an unspoken goodbye, Izuku
solemnly watched his mother, listened to her cries and leaned closer to the
three rough fingers that absentmindedly played with his hair.
“She’ll be ready for the psychiatric hospital soon. Remember, room 313.”
When it was done Shigaraki kissed Izuku’s forehead and stood up with arms
hooked under his elbows, hands held far away from him, to pick him up. Put back
down, Izuku was immediately hugged tight by Mikumo with a kiss over Shigaraki’s
previous kiss. Izuku sighed at that and hugged the demon back.
A kiss for luck and we’re on our way.
To be Continued soon in the next story heading into canon territory in this
series, so keep an eye out for the story titled ‘A Demonic Obsession.’ Thank
you for reading!
Chapter End Notes
     Fun fact, or not so fun fact since this is a dark fic, the title of
     the last chapter continues to this last chapter for this prologue fic
     along with the last italicized line. It is from a song called ‘We’ve
     only just begun’ by Carpenters. Very popular song in its time. It’s
     an old 70s song, but I learnt of it from my father since he’s of that
     era. It was also used in the horror Stephen King film ‘1408.’
     The full lyrics is: We’ve only just begun to live. White lace and
     promises. A kiss for luck and we’re on our way.
     It’s a song associated with newlyweds, marriage and even was used as
     graduation songs for a bunch of high schools at that time too. So,
     yes new beginnings, like with Midoriya Izuku here as a villain.
     Izuku is tied to a demon that looks like his twin. Technically, Izuku
     is tied to two demons…since Sensei made a deal with him, and Bakugou
     Katsuki successfully drove his complicated former childhood friend
     away. Both are emotionally injured from everything and there will be
     many regrets and consequences. Last mini hint: Todoroki’s mother is
     in room 315.
     Thank you again for reading and I’m so happy I finished the prologue!
     Ahhhh, yes. Next story coming soon! <3 -Unoutan
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