001: Cursed Fate
THE RADIANT SUN BATHES the world in brilliant hues, casting a warm and vibrant glow.
Its golden light filters through the verdant canopy of trees, creating a mesmerizing play of shadows and highlights, painting the surroundings with a vivid tapestry of colors.
Nature dances in the embrace of the sun's brightness, casting a magical and uplifting spell on the day.
The soft, gentle cries of the newborn filled the room, creating an atmosphere of pure joy and overwhelming love.
As the parents gazed upon their precious bundle, tears of immense happiness welled up in their eyes, each tiny sound and movement of the baby forging an unbreakable bond of love and wonder.
The room seemed to glow with the warmth of newfound parenthood.
The mother's eyes were filled with a mixture of tenderness and awe as she gazed at her newborn.
A soft smile played on her lips, reflecting the deep well of love and wonderment that the tiny being in her arms had stirred within her.
In that tender moment, the connection between mother and child spoke volumes, echoing the profound beauty of new life.
The father's eyes filled with a mix of adoration and awe as he looked at the precious duo - his partner and their newborn.
"Thank you for this precious gift, Yumi." He kissed her forehead.
His gaze portrayed a profound sense of responsibility and love, witnessing the strength of the woman who brought their child into the world.
In that moment, the room seemed to hold the essence of a new family, with the father embracing the beauty and enormity of the life they had created together.
The newborn, having ceased his cries, opened his eyes, revealing a captivating and unusual hue.
The baby's eyes held a captivating contrast - the left eye adorned in an ethereal white hue, resembling a canvas untouched, while the right eye sparkled with a deep and enchanting shade of crimson red.
The asymmetry of colors created a mesmerizing and unique gaze, making the baby's eyes a captivating focal point, a mysterious tapestry that seemed to hold secrets yet to unfold.
The room was hushed in anticipation as the parents stared in surprise at the unique color that met their gaze - perhaps an unexpected blend of familial traits or a touch of magic in the irises.
The baby's eyes held a mesmerizing charm, sparking a sense of wonder and curiosity in the hearts of the new parents.
The mother, searching for any sign of anxiety in her husband's gaze towards their newborn, cast a scrutinizing look in his direction.
However, her husband, oblivious to her probing eyes, remained fixated on the baby with an overwhelming expression of love.
Despite the mother's attempt to find something amiss, the father's adoration for their child overshadowed any scrutiny, creating a poignant moment where the baby became the sole focus of unwavering affection.
A Few weeks Later!!
The mother, with a gentle touch, cradled the baby in her arms, swaying softly as she patted his back.
The room is filled with a rhythmic lullaby of hushed whispers and soothing strokes, creating a serene ambiance.
The mother's nurturing touch and the repetitive patting became a serene dance, lulling the baby into a peaceful slumber, their connection woven in the comforting cadence of a mother's love.
The father entered the room with a quiet, deliberate presence.
His steps were measured, mindful not to disturb the tranquility within. A soft smile played on his lips as he observed his wife comforting their sleeping baby.
The room embraced his gentle entrance, and in the subdued light, the father became a silent participant in the tender scene, cherishing the serenity of their familial haven.
"Has my prince fallen asleep?" Said the father at which his wife nodded.
The parents, with a shared glance filled with a mixture of love and reluctance, gently placed their peacefully sleeping baby in the crib.
Silently, they closed the door behind them, leaving the room in a soft, comforting darkness.
The click of the closing door marked a bittersweet moment, as they stepped away to allow their little one to dream undisturbed, knowing the warmth of their presence lingered in the room.
"Yesterday, all the heroes said they want a party, so they are coming tomorrow. I've completed all the preparations, so we have the entire day. They will come in the evening-"
"Shouta, Why is it that YN's eyes are so different from ours?" Asked Yumi as Shouta turned towards her with a blank look.
"Who knows?"
"But , they are not.... normal. They are not normal Shota."
"And according to you, what is considered normal? Yumi, quirks exist. Perhaps the color of his eyes is related to his powers. So this shouldn't be a big deal." Said Shota.
The mother gazed at her husband with a flicker of denial in her eyes, her thoughts swirling with uncertainty about their son's peculiar eyes.
As she remembered the unique hue, her mind wrestled with questions and unspoken fears.
The room echoed with a silent tension, as the mother grappled with the enigma locked within her child's gaze, seeking reassurance from her husband amid the shadow of doubt.
Eventually, she shook off the unsettling musings, and with a resigned shrug, she retreated to bed.
The night unrolled, but her sleep was far from peaceful, haunted by the lingering questions surrounding their child's unique and mysterious gaze.
*****
The party buzzed with joy as pro heroes gathered to celebrate their colleague's journey into parenthood.
Laughter filled the air, and the room was adorned with decorations symbolizing the joyous occasion.
"Congratulations Aizawa. I can't believe you become a father." Said the no.1 hero All Might while laughing loudly. Shouta rolled his eyes at him.
"Thanks Yagi, but I think you should also get married now, you have reached the age." Said Shota grinning lightly.
"I am not that old." All Might muttered as Yumi laughed.
"Stop messing with him, Shota."
"What? I'm just telling the truth." Everyone chuckled at the All Might who was still holding his iconic smile. He knows Aizawa likes to tease him so he gave Aizawa a bone crushing hug.
Colleagues shared warm wishes and toasted to the happiness of the new parents, creating an atmosphere of camaraderie and support.
Amidst the celebration, the heroes, known for their bravery in the face of danger, reveled in the shared joy of new beginnings, embracing the softer moments that life had to offer.
The heroes, in the middle of their celebration, were taken aback as their attention shifted to the baby's mysterious eyes.
Surprise flickered across their faces, their gazes fixed on the captivating contrast of the left eye's ethereal white and the right eye's deep, enchanting red.
The room hushed for a moment, as the heroes, accustomed to facing extraordinary challenges, found themselves captivated by the extraordinary and unique gaze of the little one in their midst.
One pro hero, flames flickering on his body, cast a suspicious gaze at the baby.
His expression held a mixture of intrigue and wariness, the dancing flames mirroring the intensity of his contemplation.
Unlike the others, his look carried an undertone of concern, adding a layer of mystery to the celebration as he observed the baby's unique eyes with a discerning eye.
The pro hero, donning glasses, possessed an air of stern authority, and walked up to them.
His black hair, streaked with bold blond highlights, added a touch of contrast to his commanding presence.
His gaze was sharp and discerning, reflecting a personality that exuded both intelligence and seriousness.
In the midst of the celebration, his reserved demeanor hinted at a hero with a keen sense of responsibility and a no-nonsense approach to his duties.
"Yumi, Aizawa, Congratulations!" Said the Pro Hero.
"Thank you Sasaki." Shouta nodded at him while Yumi smiled.
The Pro Hero looked at the little bundle in the Yumi's arms and then again at the couple before forwarding his hands to hold the baby.
"May I?"
"Yeah sure, Sasaki." Yumi laughed at his formality before handing him to her son. The couple and other heroes looked at him attentively as they knew what would happen next.
Mirai Sasaki , the Pro Hero who is known by the name Sir Nighteye had a very interesting quirk and that's Foresight.
Yes, Nighteye can see the future, but can only use his quirk on one person once a day by physically touching them.
He can see as far into the future of that one person to the point where he can predict when, where, and why that person might die.
Yumi knew about his quirk as both her and Aizawa are Pro heroes. Although Shota is an underground Pro Hero, better known as Eraser Head, possesses the Quirk 'Erasure,' a power that essentially allows him to nullify his opponents' Quirks by simply looking at them.
His quirk can erase someone's quirk and that was dependent on Shouta Aizawa for how long he can keep his eyes open, as his eyes tend to dry.
While Yumi is also a pro hero known as Onyx . Her quirk is Bone reconstruction. She can enlarge, edit, and regrow her bones.
In doing so she can increase her strength and durability. She can even edit her bone structure to allow for increased agility and utility.
However, the body can only compensate for the change in structure so much.
If she grows her bones beyond what the body can compensate it can cause tearing in the muscles and other more irreversible effects.
The Pro Hero Sir Nighteye cradled the baby with a sense of gravity, his sharp eyes scanning the little one's heterochromic eyes with a focused intensity.
In that moment, he seemed to be peering into the future, attempting to unravel the mysteries held within the unique gaze.
The room held a hushed anticipation as the hero, known for his ability to foresee, contemplated the potential destiny that lay hidden in the captivating heterochromic eyes of the child in his arms. The father of the baby didn't look very happy about it.
The Pro Hero held the baby's tiny hand, his eyes turned purple as he looked at the baby with a deep concentration.
As he entered a state of focused meditation, the room seemed to transform into a realm of mental, an ethereal space where his predictive abilities unfolded.
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Surrounded by an otherworldly energy, he delved into the intricate threads of fate, seeking to unravel the destiny woven into the child's future.
The hero's connection with the metal realm became a mesmerizing spectacle, blending the ordinary with the extraordinary as he glimpsed the yet-unwritten journey of the baby.
The Pro Hero, deep in his predictive trance, witnessed a haunting vision of the future.
Suddenly the baby, once innocent, now appeared as the archfiend amidst a world in ruins.
Dead bodies lay strewn across the desolate landscape, and the air was thick with an ominous silence.
The Pro Hero's eyes widened as he observed the baby standing in the midst of the destruction, covered in crimson blood.
The unsettling scene painted a grim portrait of a future fraught with darkness and chaos.
The Pro Hero, still immersed in his foresight, witnessed another chilling glimpse into the future.
The grown-up baby, now transformed into a menacing figure, with his unique hues that turned into blood red laughed ominously amidst a macabre scene of death.
The air hung heavy with despair as lifeless bodies surrounded the malevolent figure, their stillness contrasting sharply with the haunting laughter echoing through the desolate landscape.
The Pro Hero's eyes reflected a mix of shock and dread as he glimpsed a foreboding fate for the once-innocent child.
As the Pro Hero continued his foresight, a foreboding black mist began to permeate the air, swirling ominously.
From within the shadows, the grown-up baby turned archfiend, now aware of the hero's presence, cast a malevolent gaze directly at him.
The Pro Hero stood frozen, his eyes wide with dread, as the dark mist seemed to connect them across the ethereal divide.
It was as if the baby, now a harbinger of darkness, acknowledged the hero's watchful eyes, creating an eerie connection between seer and seen in the unfolding vision of a grim future.
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The Pro Hero emerged from the mental realm, his countenance marked by distress.
A trembled cry escaped his lips, lingering in the air like an echo of the unsettling visions he had witnessed.
The weight of the foreseen future clung to him, leaving a palpable sense of unease as he returned from the depths of his predictive abilities, shaken by the haunting revelations of the archfiend's grim destiny.
Shocked by his sudden actions, Shota quickly took his son from Sasaki's arms who started crying.
The Pro Hero Sir Nighteye stood frozen, his entire being overcome by the intensity of the vision.
Goosebumps rippled across his skin, and violent trembles coursed through his body.
The other heroes, witnessing his distress, rushed to his side, their faces reflecting a mix of shock and confusion.
Some attempted to comfort him, offering reassuring words, while others exchanged bewildered glances, grappling with the unsettling mystery of what Sasaki had witnessed in the mental realm.
The room buzzed with a collective sense of unease, the aftermath of a vision that had left an indelible mark on the hero's psyche. He looked like he had witnessed his worst nightmare.
"What happened,Sasaki? Are you alright?" Asked Yumi who looked disturbed by this whole scene.
"No no, everything is destroyed. I-I saw Death Blood."
The other Pro Heroes gathered in a somber huddle, their eyes fixed on the hero who had witnessed the unsettling vision of future destruction.
The room held a palpable tension as the other heroes absorbed the gravity of the message, exchanging concerned glances and grappling with the impending threat revealed by their comrade's sinister foresight.
"The whole world faces death and, and is destined to meet its demise. He's a curse." Sasaki said straightening himself before looking at the baby who was cradled in his father's arms.
The father's expression darkened making the people around him shiver as the pro heroes discussed the vision of his son's ominous future.
Skepticism etched across his face, he seemed unconvinced, his eyes reflecting a mixture of frustration and disbelief.
In the midst of the grave conversation, the father's demeanor remained resistant, a protective shield of denial against the unsettling prophecy surrounding his child.
The Pro Hero with flames engulfing him stepped forward, his stern demeanor contrasting sharply with the delicate scene.
His words cut through the room as he discussed the unthinkable - the idea of eliminating the innocent bundle who had yet to experience the full breadth of the world.
The air grew tense as his proposal hung heavy, evoking a mixture of shock, disagreement, and a simmering debate among the gathered heroes.
The father's face contorted with anger, his gaze fixing on the pro hero who dared to speak about the elimination of his son.
An intense fury blazed in his eyes, fueled by a protective instinct that overrode any rational discussion.
The room became charged with tension as the father's silence, seething rage filled the space, a storm waiting to unleash against those who dared to suggest harm to his precious child.
"He is my son, and anyone who dares to even look at him with ill intent should beware. I'm not going tolerate this shit." Said Shota Aizawa completely disturbed.
"But Aizawa, I think Endeavor is saying the right thing." Said Toshinori Yagi, The no. 1 hero All Might.
"Do the number one hero agree with me?" Said Endeavour with the wide grin on his face while Shota looked shocked yet betrayed.
"I didn't expect this from you, All Might. He's my son and you're talking about his elimination. That's it?" He looked at his wife and saw her still frozen. He sighed and looked at his colleagues.
"Leave."
"But Aizawa."
"I said leave.... Please."
All Might, despite the bittersweet nature of their relationship, genuinely cares about his friend and his friend's son.
His concern reflects a depth of connection that goes beyond the complexities of their interactions, highlighting a sincere and caring bond.
The Pro Heroes exited their colleague's house, a cloud of concern hanging over them.
All Might gently held the shaken pro hero, his expression mirroring a mixture of empathy and worry.
The air buzzed with the weight of the unsettling prediction as the heroes left, leaving behind a lingering sense of unease and a collective determination to grapple with the dark fate foreseen for the child.
The mother, wearing an empty expression, left the room after the unsettling prediction, her heart burdened with unspoken fears.
Silently, she entered her room, the weight of the foreseen future casting a shadow on her features.
The air in the house felt heavy with the aftermath of the revelation, leaving the mother and the duo engulfed in a somber atmosphere, the unspoken words echoing in the stillness.
Despite the father's efforts to reassure friends and a rat-like creature, an unsettling atmosphere lingered, gnawing at everyone's insides.
The weight of Sasaki's ominous prediction hung in the air, creating an unspoken tension.
The father, resolute in his conviction, vowed to do everything in his power to prevent the foreseen future and protect humanity.
However, the unease persisted, a palpable undercurrent that hinted at the challenging journey ahead.
A few months later!!!
Being the hero is very difficult when you have a seven month old son. Yumi has taken off from her duty in order to take care of her son while Aizawa had to do his work. So most of the time he was out of the house.
Although Yumi is taken care of YN but the fear is still in her heart it makes her sometimes look at her son in disgust and fear for making their lives frightened.
"He's a Curse."
To be continued...