The shadow leading my way

1: Fallen angel, broken wings, black guardian

Each step was heavier than the previous one.

This didn't stop Izuku, who started to go upstairs with the body made of lead, he went through the normal weight and now he felt like a feather.

It was weird: arriving to the only logical conclusion had hurt, but once he made up his mind, all had become clear, beyond any doubt. Kacchan was right: he could never be a hero without a quirk, because there never has been a hero, or a heroine, without a gift of nature. He even though he could be the Batman from the Justice League, but it was a fantasy. A hope to keep his sanity.

Time made him understand why his mother had cried so much when the doctor said he had no quirk at all. Mothers are wise. It hurts to do this to her, but die over low heat was not going to happen to him.

Life had chosen so many things for Izuku.

Now he will choose by himself.

The terrace was not locked, and the fence was easy to climb. He put a hand against the wire fence between him and a free fall of dozens of meters, and looked at the ground. His hero notebook was swimming in the koi pond. Nibbled by fish and sinking slowly. The wind moved his hair out of his face and he looked up, to the city full of shadows growing.

He could choose to reincarnate.

Maybe, with luck, Kacchan was right.

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Next morning, the newspaper talked about how All Might rescued a high school student from a mud monster. Bakugou Katsuki. It has been a complicated rescue, because the mud monster had used Bakugou as defense, until the Symbol of Peace arrived. He rescued young Bakugou with ease, he made sure he was ok, and then left, telling the boy he could be a hero someday if he put effort into it.

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Black sand.

He could see the school's walls and roof, framed in black sand hissing around him.

His skull hurt as hell, and the rest of his body too. The pain woke him: he had no idea how, but his body was making itself numb by the second, surrounded by black sand and an humanoid face looking at him, as if it was made out of dark ribbons.

Izuku tried to speak, but his throat was sore. He waited a few seconds and his whole body seemed to get better. Seven floors below the point where he jumped, he heard a voice almost metallic, similar to his own.

-If I reincarnate, maybe I could have a chance-

Izuku blinked and raised an arm. His hand danced like the head of a broken puppet, and in front of his eyes, he saw how it healed, slow but steady. In a second the pain stopped there, and he could move it, as healthy as it was in the morning. Speechless, he felt how his brain started to speed up: he did not remember any quirk similar to this, at least not in the hero society. The humanoid was made out of black ribbons, made of sand, and it was starting to disintegrate with the wind. Cool wind, the kind you felt when the Sun started to set in the city.

"Who are you?" he asked, when he could talk.

-Kacchan was right. I am Deku- said the metallic voice, and the sand left, with the wind.

Izuku sat down, bewildered.

He looked around, at the paving stone made of cement, the one in front of one of the back doors of the school. He saw the giant star of blood coming out of the point where his head had hit the ground, with some hair and what he wanted to not be part of his brain and skull, but his analytical gaze told him that yes, that was what it was. He patted his head, looking for and not wanting to find a hole here, but it was the same as it had been a few hours ago.

His clothes were ripped and full of dust.

He looked up, to the terrace, and the wind closed the door with a loud noise, startling him.

He stood up. He was full of a nervous energy he did not know how to use.

He ran to the koi pond, grabbed his burnt and drenched notebook, and filled his water bottle in one of the faucets. He cleaned as best as he could the blood, and tossed the bit of hair, skull and brain behind a bush. He cleaned it with everything he had at hand, to make sure there was no clue of blood of genetic material. The nervousness gave him wings in his feet, and ran to his house, asking himself how this could be possible.

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Hello there.

Too many ideas are running in my mind, so I had to write this fanfic. In fact, it is written up to chapter 17, but in Spanish (my mother tongue) and I am translating it on English "because I have to stop writing" said a friend of mine.