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Chapter 5: Pawns to a Sick Game

Izuku felt warmth around his being, slowly waking him up and his other senses. He felt like he was floating in the air, (or water?) and he no longer felt any pain. He scrunched up his face in confusion before opening up his eyes. He was facing up and he saw clear skies and the sun shining brightly, it felt nice.

“That is weird, I thought for sure after all the misery I would be in hell.” Izuku said, now looking at his hands, the wounds inflicted were still there but no pain.

He was lost in his thoughts before he heard a familiar voice forcing itself into his mind.

“Izuku, I’m sorry!”

“Kacchan?” Izuku looked down at the scene and saw that Katsuki was wrapped around Mitsuki’s arms, crying in despair, for him?

‘Wha-how? I thought he hated me.’ He looked at the scene in disbelief. ‘Why would someone who beats and yells at me every day, say sorry?’

He had then remembered something that he didn’t know he had, a memory hidden deep in his subconscious.

The students of Aldera currently had Izuku tied to a tree and they were using their Quirks on him to see the effects they had on him. One of them had a pretty nasty Quirk that had made him vomit whatever frugal contents his mom had given him that morning.

“All right, Extras. Time to wrap this up!”

Katsuki showed up and one of his hands was sparking the moment he got close to the greenette he punched his stomach hard. Izuku gasped in pain, coughing and spitting out blood before passing out due to lack of oxygen.

Meanwhile, during lunch hour, Katsuki and his two friends were carrying Izuku out of school. The greenette heard some mumbling but he was still unconscious to make anything out.

“Those damn extra’s are getting on my fucking nerves! Why can’t they leave the Nerd alone?”.

“I don’t know man, he has never done anything to deserve this. But I think you overdid it, he was coughing up blood!”

Katsuki clicked his tongue.”I know, dammit. I am taking him to my house so he can recover over the weekend.”

Izuku moaned and leaned towards the blonde’s chest, tears falling down his eyes as the pain wracked through his body. The blonde looked down at him and held him tighter.

“Don’t worry, Deku. You’ll get through this somehow.”

Izuku blinked at the information that he had forgotten. ‘He-he cared about me?’ He then looked at Mitsuki, and she looked just as grief-stricken, she looked like she wanted to cry too, however, she was in mother mode.

Mother…

Katsuki and Izuku were studying at the Bakugou residence and Izuku was trying to hide the mark on his left cheek his mother had given him that morning. Mitsuki came up to bring them snacks and stopped briefly to look at the greenette’s face.

“Izuku, what is that on your face?”

Izuku flinched when Mitsuki touched his cheek. “I-it’s nothing, I accidentally fell down some stairs before heading to school with Kacchan.” Katsuki looked at him with a deadpan expression, and the greenette hoped he did not catch him in a lie.

‘I can’t tell them that it was caused by mom, they wouldn’t believe me anyway.’

Mitsuki pulled his face closer to her, scrutinizing the mark before grabbing the first aid kit. "Hmm, if you say so. Let me treat that right quick before you get home. I am sure Inko would have a fit, knowing that the school allowed you to go through the day looking like that.”

“Y-yeah, thank you, Aunt Mitsuki.” Izuku allowed her to treat his face, taking note of the pleasant shiver and warmth in his stomach with her touch.

His mother had never given her that caring feeling, and it must have shown when he leaned into her touch.

“Hey, Izuku! What do you have there?”

“Ah, Uncle Masaru! I am doing some in depth study about Kacchan’s Quirk. I noticed that he receives a lot of recoil the more energy he produces in his hands. I am trying to figure out if there is a way to reduce the impact.”

Masaru looked at Izuku’s notebook and whistled. “That is quite a lot of detail there.”

Izuku looked down in sadness. “Sorry…”

Masaru looked at him in surprise. “Why are you sorry? This is brilliant, and I am sure Katsuki would like the idea. Especially this one, not only it will help him keep the sweat but adding shock-absorbing braces to act as a double cushion-and-blast would be perfect.”

“Ah, thank you.” Izuku said and looked away to hide the tears. It felt weird with the compliment, but it felt good as well.

Izuku’s eyes widened in realization. “Kacchan, Uncle Masaru, Aunt Mitsuki… they were the ones who cared about me, even when they found out I was Quirkless. They…still treated me a lot better than the rest of the world…better than my mom. How did I not see it!” Izuku yelled and tried to move forward but jerked when something held him back. “What the-?”

Binds were wrapped around his limbs and neck, and neon blue chains were attached to them. He followed the chains to their source and screamed when the chains were connected to the bony hands of a skeleton wrapped in black.

The being laughed hollowly, causing the greenette to shudder in fear. “I had always enjoyed that reaction of my Charge. Welcome to the afterlife, Izuku Midoriya.”

‘So, I am dead.’ He said in thought, before looking back at the clothed being. “How did I die?”

Death took a few moments to see if he should tell the truth. “Fate had chosen death for you, but the location and time was off.”

Izuku tilted his head in confusion. “Huh?”

“Your planned death was around midnight after you saved this ‘Kacchan’. They would have put you on the news of a Quirkless civilian trying to do a Hero’s job, getting insults and bricks thrown at you while the other gets praises on saving you both instead.”

“Furthermore, your mom would have beaten you even further after getting checked from the hospital, skipping the job she had for you, humiliated that you revealed your relationship with her to the news, and threw you against a mirror shattering it all over you.”

Izuku flinched at the thought of the brutal punishment that was waiting for him. Death relished that feeling and continued.

“From there you would have been spiraling into deep despair, asking yourself why you were born Quirkless, why you had to suffer and be someone’s…pleasure(Again Izuku flinched.)...and eventually you would grab a piece of glass and sliced your throat all over the living room floor.

“So…jumping off the building was not my fate?”

Death shook his head.

“Then why did I die under that wall?”

“Let’s just say that Fate decided to play a game.”

Izuku felt a jolt in his stomach like it was hit by lightning. “So I was, what? A sacrificial pawn?”

Death shrugged. “Something like that, and she is still not done.”

Just then, screams were heard below him and his stomach lurched when the Sludge Villain revived and flung Backdraft away before locking onto Katsuki and Mitsuki.

“N-no, no! Kacchan, Aunt Mitsuki, run!”

“They cannot hear you, remember?”

Izuku froze, dread filling him once again. “B-but I need to do something, I don’t want them to die!” He then pulled the chains, the cold feeling becoming warmer with a new emotion he had never experienced. The Sludge Villain was coming closer and flung Death Arms and Kamui away, laughing at the mayhem. “I refuse to let that happen!”

Death laughed his hollow guttural laugh at his charge for his attempt at freedom, the boy’s stomach became hotter. Mitsuki was now trying to carry Katsuki over her shoulder and run from the monstrosity. “You can’t do anything, Fate has chosen their future. They will not live much-”

‘She thinks we are PAWNS??’

“Fuck Fate!” Izuku yelled as his stomach reached a boiling point and he found out what he was feeling. He was pissed, pissed at Fate, pissed at the Sludge, and pissed at Death for forcing him to watch the scene of 2 more potential victims. Grunting and yelling in frustration, the greenette started to pull the chains, fine cracks starting to form along with them. “You think I will just hang around and allow her to hurt or kill any more people, she is wrong!”

Death was staring at his charge in surprise and amazement as the sounds of chains breaking and fading from his skeletal hands. So, he still has a lot of will left.

“Why are you willing to help them? No one cared for your existence, laughed at you when you were hurt, used you for pleasure. You had no support-”

“You are wrong.”

“Hm?” Death tilted his head in confusion.

“I did have support, it may have only been from one family and it may not have been ideal, but they still supported me even after they realized I will never have a Quirk.” Izuku pulled closer to the group, breaking some more of Death’s chains. “And I refuse to let them suffer more than they should.”

“You're dead, what can you do?” Death taunted, and he had a brief jolt of fear when the greenette gave him a look of pure hatred, a red ring surrounding his green.

“She may have decided for me to die, but she does not have the control on how I choose to move on! I choose to stay!”

Several chains separated from him and only one around his neck remained. Izuku then grabbed the final chain and proceeded to try to break it. Death was impressed with the boy’s will after being broken down for so long. It has been a long time since someone resisted Fate.

Meanwhile, Fate was watching the felled pawn with surprise and a little bit of fear. The one marked for death was resisting her and it made her stomach flutter in excitement. She could not remember the last time her chess piece broke from her grasp.

Fate then chuckled when the pawn shattered, no longer attached to her chessboard. It looks like I have lost this gamble, Death. His fate now belongs to you.

Death chuckled as well and released the final chain. “You have chosen your fate.”

The remains of the binds disappeared and Izuku started to glow a vibrant green and the epicenter of death started to glow the same color.

“You have a long road to recovery, but do not let your will falter. Otherwise I will change my mind about setting you free.”

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