The Second

Midoriya Kyoko POV

I remember when it all started going downhill.

Some would say it was when the doctor said those damn words.

Quirkless, something that would later encompassed my entire existance.

But no, that wasn't it.

It wasn't when my mother stopped beliving in me either, when she held me close and cried, apologizing.

Apologizing for what I had asked myself. Giving birth to me?

It hurt more then I cared to admit.

But that still wasn't quite it, no, I would be fine with that. Good even, she was never there for me and I turned out just fine.

But that still wasn't it.

No, I remember the day when it happened, when my dreams stopped being something I belived in myself, and started being more of something, anything, I clung onto to not fall into the pit of mediocrity that I was destined for.

I was eight, and Kacchan had been particulary vicious one day, after I had tried to fight back against him.

After the worthless little mirror, as fragile as glass, tried to be good at something.

Tried to not fail.

Littered with bruises, I limped my way home and I was greeted by my mother like I was any other day.

Like any other day, as if I didn't look half dead.

"What a hero Katsuki will become, right Kyoko?" She had asked me, and I only nodded and smiled.

It was like any other day for me, or atleast until I looked in the bathroom mirror.

Not noticing the wounds I had, clearly from Kacchan, would be hard to do.

She knew, and she would do nothing about it. Because I was quirkless.

I don't blame Kacchan, really, it isn't his fault that he is born with the quirk he has, and while I am not the smartest I do know that quirks come with insticts on how to use them.

It isn't his fault.

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Today was a horrible day.

Kacchan has learned a new way to use his quirk, by using small explosions on exposed patches of skin, small enough to not hurt seriously, or even cause more then a small patch irritated skin, but it still hurt.

Then, after telling me to kill myself, I was attacked by some slime monster that tried to drown me. Well, not slime, more like sludge.

I really hope I didn't contract anything from him.

And now, I poured my heart out to someone I thought was All Might, but was really just an impostor.

"W-what are you? Who-o are you!"

The skeleton didn't seem to disturbed by my outburst, more bothered with coughing blood.

OH MY GOD THE SKELETON IS COUGHING BLOOD!

"D-Do you need an ambulance?"

"No, I'm good!" It would be far more belivable if he didn't have blood pouring out his mouth, but I'll go along with it.

"And to answer your question, I am All Might!" All he got for that was some raised eyebrows, because really, if you are going to lie, just make it belivable!

"You know, like one of those people at the pool, flexing? Yeah, Im like that. I received some wounds in a fight around five years ago, and had to go through some surgery."

That doesn't sound good. Who could have done it?

My initial guess would be toxic chainsaw, but he was in no way competent enough to pull it off.

Maybe Monkey King? No, timeframe doesn't quite match.

Blood mistress? Unlikely, I doubt even she would be capable enough to hurt All Might that badly.

"Hey hey kid, no need to mutter up a storm!"

Oh, well that is quite embarrasing.

"The villain that did it was never public, and I would prefer to keep it that way. Some things should should stay buried."

"Oh, well, about my question..."

Now it was his turn to look slightly embarrased.

"Oh, it slipped my mind. But to answer your question, I don't think you can be a hero without a quirk. Pros risk their lives every day, and villains have been getting more and more vicious lately, so I can not in good conscious tell you that you can be a hero. You can still help people, of course but maybe a pro hero isn't the way to do it."

He paused for a second, before he opened his mouth, as if to begin to speak, at the same time as he put his hand on mine, and his voice faded togheter with the rooftop we were on into a land of shadows, although he didn't seem to notice.

As quickly as it all faded away it came back.

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Kuro POV

Somewhat hypocritic, aren't you, All Might?

It doesn't matter, because I am free.

To think the original All For One, the one I put onto a child with the power to use any quirk instinctivally would be my salvation.

How... fun.

One For All was powerful, no doubt about that, and when working togheter they could always keep me bound.

But the thing is what they were keeping bound was something without power, a spectre of a memory.

And the moment that the buffons hand touched the girls I became a spectre of a memory, but this time with power.

The power of All For One.

Tearing my way out through the shades became laughable easy, and I was merely the sparks that went from the hand of the skeleton to the hand of the child.

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Midoriya Kyoko POV

Well, today could have gone better, it really could have.

As I walked home one the twisting roads towards the apartment, I didn't feel bad.

No, I felt as if there was something that had been missing for all of my life, that had returned today.

It made me want to skip down, and I took the shortcut through some alleyways.

That was fine until tendrils of sludge slammed me onto the wall and dragged me into the darkness.

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I woke up in a room full of children, some of them my age, and some of them even younger.

There was no one older.

I wanted to be anywhere but here, and I was back in that land of shadows.

This time though, there was a voice here with me, that spoke through what sounded like ruined vocal cords, and with dead lungs, raspy and wheezy.

"Don't worry, little one, I am here now. Just relax, and let me handle this."

I relaxed.

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Number 6 POV

Guarding the children is always the most bothersome.

You never know when one might try to escape, and tracking them down got annoying if they had a good quirk.

You always had to pay attention to all of them, except, well, the quirkless one.

A green haired little thing, taken by that piece of sewage that we used as a distraction again and again, and it just kept working!

Even now, when she is awake, she doesn't do anything but stand there shocked.

How pathetic.

She is worth nothing more then the gum stuck to the bottom of my shoes.

I just keep stepping in it, for some fucking reason, and I got tired of removing it.

Then the world around me froze, and I wasn't me anymore, but a child that was brought before the king of the world for a gift.

Except there would be no gifts this time.

I snapped out of it in time for the little girls hand to touch my face, and it carried mass far greater then it might suggest.

Atleast it felt so.

Then those tendrils of darkness and blood that had given me everything once took it all away.

When I looked into the eyes of this girl I didn't see confusion or fear anymore, no, there was anger in those eyes.

They were oh so very green, but all I saw was the memory of diamond blue eyes.

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Koichi Haimawari POV

We finally had a lead on the villain factory, so thats where me and Knuckleduster were heading.

To Musutafu!

Any time I tried to start some small talk knuckleduster simply sushed me. How rude!

The warehouse, why always warehouses, didn't seem to be one of their bases.

Really, it almost looked abandoned!

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It was not abandoned. We quickly started hearing the signs of combat as we ran through the building, and when we came to the source of it Knuckleduster froze up.

Did he know this suited man from somewhere else?

A strange thing for a vigilante to wear, but I don't judge. I mean, I basically got a hoodie.

"Crawler." Wow, Knuckleduster sure seemed strained.

"Run and tell the rest that All For One lives.

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Kuro POV

How annoying. This last thing made me waste quite a few quirk by stuffing it full of them until it died.

It wasn't pretty but it was the only thing I could do.

"All For One!"

This one doesn't look like one of them, but well, might as well not leave any witnesses.

He ended with a quick application of overclock, spiked fingers and strong arms.

Mental quirks sure are useful.