So yeah, here you go with another chapter of Reignite. Managed to finally gather the motivation through your guys's support (especially reviews) to finally push this thing out. It isn't long -again! I am aware, but frankly speaking, I don't want to promise or hint at any particular length of my chapters, as they all can only go as long to the point where I've included everything I wanted too. Now, wether that be 1K or 5K is up in the air, as I said, it depends.

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Regular speech "Bastard"

Extra emphasis "Bastard"

Thought in present time (always stands alone on a line) "Bastard Bastard Bastard Bastard"

A line break either represents a change in perspective and/or change of place/time.

To wake from nightmares of dark, dreadful places, and then wake to a place which was glaringly bright, stuffy and humid, was very unpleasant for Bakugou Katsuki.

Yes, he screamed; that was a matter of course.

Then, the rush of memories came to him, making him pause. That's right, the last thing I remember, is dying? And then...

"Congratulations Miss Goodwitch, you've birthed a healthy baby boy!"

...What?

This was strange, Bakugou decided. Strange, but far from impossible, he had thrown that word out of his vocabulary a long time ago. How could he not? With bioengineered humans with an endless amount of quirks, bullets that could remove your quirk indefinitely, and ... quirks themselves really, if one really considered the phenomenon, supernatural abilities that came out of nowhere, without warning or clear reason. Something being impossible ... is naught but a mindset, of the foolish and ignorant.

Waking up in a newborn's body, again, strange, but not impossible.

He tried to sit up; but only ended up wincing when he felt the soreness in his whole body. This is no good, he thought. Not having proper of his own body left him more vulnerable than he felt comfortable with. Though it looked like he was in a safe location, that was no guarantee. In his experience, danger lurked around every corner, and behind every shadow.

He was held by two old scrawny hands all the while being tucked in some sort of cloth, engulfing a large part of his body, only his face and somewhat hairy head sticking out of it. The room he had been conceived in looked to be one of the more retro ones he had seen, it being decorated with several items which had no place in what was modern in his age, wood making up most of it. He also noted that it was occupied by two other people, an elderly gray haired man in a white robe - the doctor, he presumed, and a youthful looking blonde woman, not showing any signs of apparently having given birth, but he couldn't rationalize it any other way as he doubted he popped out of the old mans ass.

Now, compared to that Momo Yaoyorozu from back in his high school days, his smarts weren't anything special. Compare him to someone that wasn't an actual honest to god living computer, he would do great, amazing even. The people he deemed smarter than him were few and far between, and that wasn't just because of his pride in himself, his academy records showed it as well. It was with these smarts that he was able to deduce the developments that had come his way.

Reincarnation, he quickly concluded.

Bakugou had never been big on religion, but he knew enough about the thing to connect the dots of his current predicament and the religious/philosophical concept. If you were a golden boy, without fault or evil intent, also known as a bitch cough Deku cough, you would be compensated in form of blessings in another life after your passing. On the other side of the spectrum, if you acted like an absolute cunt, without care or empathy for your kin and surroundings, the universe would basically flip you off and make you suffer.

Bakugou... wasn't sure where he would place himself on that spectrum, he was usually a good judge of character, but found it surprisingly hard to pinpoint himself.

Is this heaven or hell? A punishment or a blessing? He wasn't sure.

It didn't look like he was born into any sort of poverty, if the standards of the room he currently occupied was any telling sign, and he was also human, not some rat to be exterminated in someones house. Looked good, so far, everything considered.

"He seems to be blonde, as yourself.. Have you decided on a name yet by any chance?" The elderly doctor inquired, unknowingly interrupting Bakugou in his musings while handing him over to the woman.

Hey...

"Yes, I have." Her back straightened, in pride, if he were to guess.

Hey.

"Charles, his name will be Charles Goodwitch." She finished in smug satisfaction, obviously pleased with herself.

HEY!

The old doctor put on a wide smile, giving a faux applause at the declaration."A wonderful name, strict and firm sounding as it should! He really is..."

Charles..?!

Fucking Charles!?

Hell, punishment, purgatory, you name it. I have arrived.

This...

Bakugou broke out of his near stupor after noticing the sudden silence, regaining his earlier derailing train of thought into something more family friendly, he was met with two sets of eyes glued unto his own.

The doctor coughed audibly, his eyes taking on a curious glint as he leaned forward towards his face. "Annoyance, frustration, fatigue, relief... all emotions normal to new-born babies, anger, though? Can't say I've seen that before, and in such a raw glare too," he finished, voice growing more and more confused as it kept talking.

The blonde, far more composed, started getting herself to her feet, him still kept in what felt like an iron hard hand lock around her waist. "Of course, any Goodwitch worth their salt do not take well to being unnecessarily kept occupied. Anger, although a somewhat savage response, is at his age an appropriate response to show dissatisfaction nonetheless."

She moved him over to a crib stationed in one of the corners of the room, slowly placing him down.

She smiled gently, in a way only a mother could. "Sleep well, Charles"

..!

Char-...

No, pick your battles Bakugou.

Leave this one...

...

For now.

Seemingly content, the woman turned away from him. She strode back to the doctor, whom had positioned himself on the opposite side of the room. They continued to converse, using a far lower volume, making Bakugou unable to listen in on whatever they were talking about.

Bakugou was... a lot of things right now. Upset, confused, sad, remorseful... but more than anything, he was god damn exhausted. Mentally and physically, doing anything at all sounded like an absolute nightmare. Things weren't gonna start making sense anytime soon anyway, he concluded. Finally allowing himself to close his eyes, and let his mind wander to numbness, he began sleeping.

After his first strangely conscious day, his mind could not really understand what was going on.

In those first weeks, months or however long it was, the world devolved into nothing more than a confusing blend of colors and noise. His mind for some reason refused to function properly, as if everything was a part of some strange dream, and the very few thoughts he was able to form proved to be nothing more than jumbled messes that followed no rhyme or reason.

Not that it really would have done much good had he been able to think properly. He couldn't stay awake long enough for it to truly matter anyway. Consciousness was a fleeting thing, coming and going not unlike the tide. On some occasions, he could feel himself rousing, his mind on the brink of truly waking up, only to fade back into a dark embrace before he could comprehend anything. A perpetual cycle of nothingness and barely being there.

Then one day he simply woke up, and whereas he was hoping to finally clear up all the confusion, things started making even less sense than the day of his birth.

At least he understood the language -give thanks for small blessings.

However...

Remnant, Vale, hunters, aura, Beacon...

All words flung around as if they were the most obvious thing in the world.

Yet he, for the life of him, could not connect them to anything meaningful.

We need Vale, to hunt Remnant pigs for their aura bacon?

Bakugou dispersed his wild theories.

That sounded insane even to him, but the lack of a partner to converse with who didn't end up cooing at him, drove him to thoughts he didn't imagine himself ever having. He just wanted something to make sense, to gain some matter of steady ground, something to add up in a way he wanted it to...

...I should leave the tales to the bards. My job is collecting information and learning the truth.

There was a saying, "one cannot gain a Dragon's eggs without entering a Dragon's lair". It meant that one could not make great gains without taking great risks.

Bakugou had heard this saying before, and it was in fact one of the many things that led him to his fate in his previous life. With this in mind, he steeled himself for the next step.

Leaving the crib, unsupervised!

That may have sounded easy, he'd thought so too, the first time he had tried. All went according to the plan in the beginning, he'd climb over the rails easily enough, and he would start walking -not crawling mind you, grown up men didn't crawl, and he would be on his way to enlightenment.

Before he could reach anywhere meaningful however, some strange purple light would envelop the blanket in his crib, gaining a firm grasp of it. At first he'd been alarmed, thinking the power had malicious intent, but it simply lifted him up into the air, and gently laid him down back in his crib. He was still wary of it, but he could no longer let the paranoia of the strange happening control his movements.

Confirming his resolve, Bakugou jumped over the railings, movements smoother than the last time he tried, now more used to how his body reacted to his mental commands. And the landing -while not graceful at all, produced no sound as he plopped down unto the wooden floor.

...He took a step.

...Two.

...Three.

Four.

Five?

Six?!

Seven!

Eight! Nine! Ten!

Out of the door!

Aha! Suck my prepubescent dick you lame ass blanket! I am unchained!

"Charles?"

Damnit!

His self proclaimed mom came into view, arms full with boxes and several documents. She looked more annoyed than anything.

"You know, when I first saw you walk, at the tender age of six months, I was overjoyed, ecstatic even. But now, seeing you use that newly acquired skill to run off is a bit disheartening."

"Glynda?"

Her face scrunched up in consternation.

"Same with the ability to talk and understand, you're doing it at an unprecedented pace. However, we need to make one thing clear."

It was true, compared to a normal baby he was progressing at an incredible rate. He made sure not to talk in too long sentences, and even jumpled some gramatically incorrect words into the mix often, if only to show some form of normalcy in his early age for the people surrounding him. Still, as he was now at 9 months old, he displayed abilities which should be found in a 4 year old.

She sat her items down on the ground and began marching up to him, towering over his infant form like a building would a normal man, when she reached him, she sat down, speaking in a pleading tone while staring directly into Bakugou's eyes.

"I am M-O-M, mom to you! Not Glynda the professor, okay darling?"

What was the best way to deal with this? He wondered.

"...Hag?"

She deflated at that, breathing out whatever air she had in her lungs in exasperation.

He had the feeling he failed that one.

Bakugou felt extremely guilty, bastard as he was he didn't really wish the situation upon this woman, she had done nothing but love him, he knew that. From what he could gather, she never acted this way around other people, it was only he she showed any vulnerability. All she wanted was a normal child, not some grown man trapped in one. Understanding that, he tried making some compromises, going along with most of her games and acting childish in a lot of situations. But he couldn't yet bring himself to call her mom, as that would feel to him like abandoning the strong woman who had that position in his previous life. But he was working on it! "Hag" might have a lot of negative connotations to it, but it was a nickname he frequently called his first mother. Still though...

Sorry Glynda, maybe in the future.

He would try to reconcile this woman into someone he looked upon as a mother, though how long it would take, he wasn't sure.

Regaining her composure, but still maintaining a defeated expression, she rose up and made to recover her belongings.

"So? Was there anything you wanted, excluding crushing my pride as a mother?"

He would try harder in the future, he reminded himself.

"Tour? Please?"

She turned thoughtful at the question, gaze switching between her now picked up again items and his tiny self.

"I guess that is doable."

Before anyone could say anything else, a rustling noise came from behind him.

Wait! No! FUCK!

But it was too late, blanket already having enveloped him and lifted him into the air.

Turning frantically to the woman next to him, all he was met with was an amused grin.

Oh.

OH!

A quirk huh?

"Suprised are we? Think of this as a punishment for calling me a hag. Plus while I still think it's great that you are able to walk, you're not that much of a racer."

He took offense to that.

Staying silent, Glynda took the lack of response as a signal to keep going, lifting him along the way to her office.

He was silent through the trip, observing details like the architecture and so on.

While being pretty lackluster action-wise, it brought forth two revelations.

Definitely not Japan.

And-

Moon is destroyed.

Let me repeat:

The moon is shattered.

THE FUCK %/¤

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