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My lungs burned as i breathed in the dirt and smoke. Random fires spread about. Some of the corpses surrounding me also on fire. The stench of cooked meat wafting in the musty air.
I stand in front of my past. In front of the person i despised most. A monster in a cloak that made him look like a hero. Someone i used to look at as if they were the sun. The answer to everything in the universe. Someone i once loved and cherished as if they were a generational heirloom.
Breathing heavy and wheezing as my body fights to stay up right. As my lungs fight you keep pumping air. My heart fighting to keep pumping blood. Beaten and bruised. I ache all over. A ache i’m way too familiar with. Something i even almost find comfort in.
“Come on ,Izuku. If you stop now we can help you.” The thing from hell in front of me begs. Trying to lure me into its burning grasp. One that once held me tight. Hunched over holding his stomach. Where i sliced into him with my precious weapon. Help me? Help me. Now that’s humorous. I can’t help but chuckle.
“That’s funny, Katsuki. I remember begging you to stop.” I grinned. “And did you? Did you stop when i begged?” I took a step closer. “As i cried?” Another step. My grin gone. “As i screamed?” I paused having closed the distance half way. As i said each sentence he gained a pained expression on his face more and more.
Memories of all the moments he’s tormented, beaten, and stolen from me no doubt plaguing his mind like the poison regret and remembrance is.
A facial expression I never thought i’d ever be the cause of. Oh how lovely it was to watch it morph onto his face. Erasing the disgusting determination completely.
“Izuku, please. I’ll do anything for your forgiveness.” He begged. Begged. I couldn’t help but laugh. This was way too good! Just a year ago i was the one begging for him to be nice to me. Begging him to stop hitting me. To stop burning me. To stop hating me. To stop looking at me with that disgusted glint in his ruby eyes. Disgust i saw in everyone’s eyes.
“Anything? Then keel over and die, Bakugou. Like a good loyal dog. Die for your master, the commission. Either way you’ll be put down.” The moment i said his last name he looked even more pained and miserable. Like he never expected it. When really he should have. It’s his name. He hasn’t been ‘Kacchan’ in years.
And his facial expression is one i’ve seen in many mirrors and reflections. A expression he’s forced onto my face millions of times. So much so that it’s become ingrained.
When i brought up the commission his face morphed into anger. Now that’s a face in familiar with. Let’s play.
I stick my hand out and throw a knife i had hidden in my sleeve. The creature just barely dodging it. But not fast enough as it nicks his arm. Drawing blood from the shallow cut. Red had always been his color.
After becoming a villain i’ve become quite familiar with it. The thick red substance coated my hands so many times i’ve lost count. I bonded with the other blonde psycho over our love of blood.
Even though she’s another psycho she’s never hurt me. Well not on purpose. I’ve let her feed from me before and those times were always a little painful. But she always took care of me after and apologized millions of times. He never once has. Not even now.
“Fight me bastard.” I rush at him and deliver a right handed punch to his face. His face snaps to the left. As he delivers a kick to my side.
I try to sweep his legs from under him but he just jumps over to dodge. That didn’t stop me from quickly spinning and kicking into his side yet again.
We throw punch for punch. Kick for kick. Hit for hit. Until he pushes me back and creates distance. Perhaps to catch a break. He does look quite winded. How weak.
“Why? Why did you join the villains? You always loved heroes! You wanted to be one for fucks sake!” The blonde begs and questions me. As if the answer wasn’t obvious. As if he wasn’t the reason i was here. As if society hadn’t pushed me past my breaking points. Over and over again.
Dead heroes surrounding us. Heroes I killed. Heroes with my knives sticking out of them. Mixtures of hair colors of all type that are stained and dirtied. Bodies that will never get up and move again. That will never blink, breathe, speak, or feel again. People I killed. Happily.
“Stop.” I say as i throw another knife that hits him in the the thigh. All the way to the hilt. I smile as i stand straighter and as he falls to his knees. Clutching my knife handle. Not yet yanking it as he could risk dying of blood loss.
“I’m a villain just like i’m a caged dog.” I said with a smile. My mouth tasting metallic. Oh how i love the taste of pennies. Bakugou, looks confused. Good. As he should be.
“What the fuck are you talking about? Stop talking in riddles and answer me, god damnit!” He groans out in anger as he sends a blast towards me. A weak one that i just side step.
“I bite because i used to whine and all that got me was being chained up and yelled at to be quiet.” I growled out as I clutch another knife harder in my hand. My knuckles turning white.
Bakugou’s face drains even further. No longer flush from the heat and adrenaline. His eyes got glassy. He looks like a kicked puppy. He looks exactly how i did the day the league found me and took me in. The day they saved me. Not the so called heroes that walked over me.
“I’m a dog who got put down for biting in fear.” I said as the building we are fighting in rumbles. Pieces of the ceiling falling down.
A portal opens under me. A purple swirling mass of shadows. As i sink into it i smile at the man that destroyed my life. That me made the monster i am today. That made me Kintsugi.
I smile like i used to before the war. Before the pain and loss. Before the betrayal. I smile like i was 14 again. Like i was the innocent ignorant child i used to be.
As i was fully enveloped by the dark purple mass i am now transported into a hidden underground place we use to hide out in case of emergencies.
Shigaraki being attended to by Kurogiri and Dabi. Getting his cut off hand stump cauterized to stop the bleeding. Toga in another corner holding her broken arm to her chest. As she breathes in and out shakily and deeply. No doubt trying to stop a panic attack.
I walk over to her and help stabilize her broken arm. Holding her as she cries from the pain of the bone being snapped back into place. The snap echoing around the room. Bouncing off the walls. The muffled sounds of Shigaraki’s moans and cry’s of pain also bounce around.
I make a makeshift cast from a magazine and two thick sticks and duck tape to hold it all together. To hopefully keep her arm stable.
Mustard laying on the floor curled up clutching his stomach. Spinner next to him trying to get him to let him see what hurts. Even though he himself is bleeding profusely from his arm and leg.
Twice twitching and arguing with himself in different corner. While he wraps up his sprained ankle in cloth he ripped from a sheet.
This is what that bastard got me. He took everything from me. So much so that i leaned into the cold dark for warmth.
Then he took from my family. We were so happy. Why did those useless heroes have to come and ruin everything? To ‘save the day.’ They saved no one. They just ruined it all. They caused this. And i’d be damned if i don’t tear them apart limb from limb.
But i can’t help but be thankful for all the torment i faced growing up from society and especially Bakugou. As i wouldn’t have met my new family if it wasn’t for him killing Deku.
For killing me.