Soo! Those who follow A Slight Difference and Agency A-1 and the Wonder Trio, I have decided a much darker toned story as well as something to post on either monday's or fridays to post three different stories a week. So...comment on what you think and a regular update schedule will be done on either Friday or Monday! For those of you that are new! Check those stories out and drop a comment!

It was quiet….

Izuku hummed as he rocked back and forth in his sterilized room.

His mother was asleep in the next room, keeping his school supplies away from him so he would stop thinking about heroes.

She never did like it when he thought about or talked about heroes.

It was because he was quirkless.

Every since that day 3 years ago his life had been turned upside down.

Kacchan didn't want to be friends anymore, the people at school picked on and bullied him-the teachers uncaring of what they subjected the boy too, because quirkless people were worthless-making his life worse. His mother began to treat him like glass while keeping him in her iron grip, never allowed to do anything she didn't want to him too.

He wanted things to go back to the way things were.

When he had friends, when his mother loved him...when people saw him as an equal.

But that would never happen.

A seven year old boy such as him could figure it out.

"Izuku," his mother called the next morning, the boy getting dressed in his school uniform and heading down the hall to the kitchen where his breakfast had been set out.

His mother patterned around, getting his lunch ready and most likely was already thinking about what to make him for dinner before she set off for her nursing job.

"Good Morning," he said, sitting down and nodding when she placed a glass of milk down.

"Go ahead and eat. You have 15 minutes before you have to go," she informed him like always.

Ah...that's right. She dictated and controlled every aspect of his life, no longer could he do anything himself anymore, not without her knowledge or consent.

"Okay," he nodded as usual and began eating, already thinking about how he would skip classes for the day. The teacher never did roll and he was already smarter than most of the kids in his class, and they never noticed him anyways. Not unless they wanted a punching bag.

"Best get going," Inko smiled to her boy as he finished up and went to get his bag.

"Right," he nodded, going to the door.

"Izuku," she called out, smiling lightly as her son turned to her. "I do everything I do because I love you."

Ah...love ...what a foreign concept to him.

"I know," he smiled, it hurt his cheeks to do such a strange action.

"I'm glad you understand," she breathed a sigh of relief. "I just want to protect you as much as I can. The world isn't such a kind place for...for people like you," she sighed.

"Don't worry Momma," he grinned, it hurt. "I love you," if that wasn't a big fat lie than he didn't know what was.

"I love you," she smiled, before Izuku left through that door and would never come back.

Was he headstrong...or stupid?

Izuku mulled on those thoughts as he looked at the cash he managed to save up over the past three years that he managed to store in the zipper in his backpack.

About 3.2 million yen.

He was sure some people would be skeptical that a kid such as him would have such money on him from saving up, but given his horrible insomnia and access to the internet...he'd made quite the killing on offering the bare minimum analysis on villains…

...while getting paid.

It was one of the things that his mother didn't know about...one of the things that she or others did not cause him to do.

His upper lip twitched as he remembered his darker days from about a year and a half ago. His hands clenched into fists as he tried to erase the memories from his mind and focus on what he was going to do.

He could hear his screaming echoing in his mind as he recalled his darker days...

He needed to get out of Musutafu and get rid of who he was.

And he knew that she was expecting him.

"Heya! So you really are leaving huh," his...friend, if he could call her anything, laughed as she looked at the seven year old. "Good thing I took the liberty of getting your false identity ready and apartment! I just about 1.3 million as payment for all that! With the rate you generate money from you bare boned analysis, you'll be able to live a cozy life," she winked.

"No other payment," he asked, taking out the amount she wanted and handing it to her.

"Well...you paid a steep price for the first favor," he eyes turned dark and filled with animalistic hunger as she stared him dead in the eyes. "And that payment lasted up until now. You need to offer me something more than money," she giggled, her amber eyes burning like fire.

"What do you want," he asked, uncaring of the payment or the price.

"What will you never find yourself using or barely using," she smirked, nipping the tip of her finger like a woman in heat. "If you can offer that to me...then you'll be good for a long, long time…"

"I see," he sighed, looking up at the black haired woman with boredom.

He really had made a deal with the devil.

But...if he could be free ...then he would do anything for freedom. If he had to make a deal after deal, condemn his soul to the deepest, blackest pits of hell then so be it!

"So...what do you say," she giggled, fingering a small jar with filled many bobbles.

"Once I'm settled...you'll get what you want," he promised, taking the keys she offered, along with a slip of paper that held the address. "Really," he sighed.

"No one would ever think you would be there," she smiled, giving a shark tooth smile.

"Thank you ...Rika," he murmured, the woman laughing as he walked away; her face twisted into a horrible smile.

"No problem dearie," she called before slumping back on the bench and looking up to the sky. "Cause I know what it's like to be an outcast," she murmured, closing her eyes to enjoy the breeze.

Inko was worried.

Izuku was always home at 4:22 on the dot. After going to the library after school to finish up homework, spend time with Katsuki and then go to the park across the street from their complex.

Izuku would never do something like this to her.

Tapping her fingers against the table she hastily got up and grabbed her things, wondering if Mitsuki forgot to call her if Izuku was there. Shaking her head she got into her car and drove as fast as possible to the Bakugou's, she needed to make sure her baby was safe and that he wasn't doing anything bad!

Once she arrived to the Bakugou's after what felt like hours she rushed out of her car and to the door, pounding on it as hard and as fast as her heart was.

"Oi fucker-Oh! Inko, what's wrong," Mitsuki gasped, allowing the other in.

"Izuku hasn't come home and I thought he might be here and forgot to tell me," she sighed. Mitsuki shaking her head.

"KATSUKI! GET DOWN HERE! NOW," she roared.

"WHAT FOR YOU HAG," he yelled back, stomping down the stairs before jolting at the sight of a frazzled Inko. "Auntie?"

"Katsuki, sweetie," she sighed. "Have you seen Izuku? He hasn't come home. Did he talk to you at school?"

"Oh...ummm…" he looked conflicted before flinching at the glare his mom gave him. "He...he hasn't been to school in over a month Auntie...we thought you were homeschooling him." he admitted and Inko felt panic go through her.

"T..that's not possible," she murmured, staggering back. "I...Izuku would never do anything of the sort! He's a good boy! He does what he's told! He would never," she began to hyperventilate. "HE'S NOT A DISRESPECTFUL BRAT! I DIDN'T RAISE ONE," she yelled, Mitsuki and Katsuki jumping at that.

"C..come on and sit down," she urged her friend, leading her to the living room. "I...I'm going to call the police, and then you and you," she turned to Katsuki who nodded. "Can tell them everything you know."

"A...alright," Inko murmured, curling in on herself as Mitsuki went off to the phone and Katsuki sat beside his aunt.

"Umm," before he could say anything, he heard her words.

"That brat," she whispered, venom laced with each word. "I gave him everything, a house, food, mothers love and he leaves? All I wanted from him was to stop that stupid hero worship and understand he would be nothing more than their punching bag. He should have never left...I was too lax...I need to be more strict...more curfews...walk him to school...keep him in my sights…"

Katsuki swallowed as he listened, worried about what Izuku may have to face and his aunt at the moment. She ne...she was never like this!

This was all wrong.

All Katsuki could do was listen to her rant and ramble about how she was going to protect him and he idly thought she was going to lock him up and never allow him to see the light of day ...essentially being an adult toddler.

Then...he remembered his treatment of Izuku and flinched...ma...maybe he ran away because of Katsuki too and he swallowed.

Di...did he cause his friend to run away and potentially get himself killed?

He didn't know how long he mulled on that train of thought before a police detective spoke, making him jolt back into reality.

"I need to ask questions. Izuku is only 7 correct," he asked.

"Yes! And he's never been farther than his school," Inko sniffed, taking the tissue his father offered her. When did he get there? How much time had passed.

"School let out at 2 today correct," he asked, Katsuki nodding. "That means he's been missing for about 6 hours. And time is running short before...well...we need to find him," he sighed, taking off his tan trench coat. "Now...can you tell me about your and Izuku's daily life?"

"Of course…"

"What's the status," Eraserhead asked as Naomasa came out of the house with a sigh.

"We need to keep an eye on the Midoriya's," he grunted, moving to the car and waiting for the other. "She's mentally and emotionally abusing her son. It's so obvious...but its' under the pretense of protecting him and educating him."

"Hmm?"

"Kid's quirkless, and that boy...Katsuki I think...he doesn't seem to hold the other in that great of a light," he sighed. "God...I hate quirkless kid cases."

"I know," Eraserhead sighed. "I have a contact who might be able to help...but for a very steep price."

"Is he Deku? The one who gave us those analysis on the Terror Gang a few weeks ago," he asked, Eraserhead nodding. "I thought he only did analysis?"

"He does...but he's smart. His information a testament to the fact. So...for the right price he may help us with this case," Eraserhead sniffed. "Hopefully."

"You don't seem that hopeful."

"He's a very closed off person...I seem warm compared to him," the other grunted.

"Great," Naomasa groaned.

"Mmhmm."

"No."

That soft voice, the voice of Deku on of the greatest quirk analyst in the world, stated bluntly.

"But his mother and family friends-"

"Are most likely glad a useless nobody is gone," he shot back in his deathly demur voice. "No one cares about the quirkless population, they are...less than human?"

"He's a seven year old boy," Naomasa shot back, praying that the other had some sort of heart.

"So," he asked. "Age is merely a number that does not make the relevance of a person's intelligence or innocence."

"Do you-" Naomasa sounded enraged.

"I don't take pedophilic delight in those of that age category," he stopped the other. "If your truly desperate to find the boy then employ Nighteye, he would surely help. Along with All Might; both are passionate about child cases."

"But-"

"This conversation is over."

With that the line cut dead.

"He's easy to work with," Naomasa sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "God…"

"At least he offered an alternative...and maybe it might work in our favor," Eraserhead murmured. "Izuku Midoriya was a quirkless kid abused and bullied by his own mother. If we could use him like a martyr...even if we can;t find him...his memory may help others…"

"Yeah, but we will find him," Naomasa murmured, eyes sharp and determined.

"Of course we will accept," All Might stated not a day later and he looked at a solemn Nighteye, the other nodding as he looked over the case."What of the mother?"

"She's under investigation and we have raided the boy's rather...bland room. And once we find him we can charge her."

"Good," Nighteye sighed, before flinching at the sounds of hacking that could be heard through the thick walls. "Uuugh, I thought you told him you where going to get a doctor for him?"

"He turned her away and threatened to sue me with unjust interference," All Might muttered, looking put out.

"Umm?"

"New neighbor," he smiled, turning to his friend. "He got sick, apparently it's far colder here than where he used to live and he spent a lot of time walking around the city to get used to the sight. Didn't have much winter wear and...well." He shrugged. "Been hacking up a lung since."

"Damn," Naomasa flinched as the hacking cough sounded again. "But on a more important note…."

Izuku breathed a sigh of relief as he stopped coughing, placing a hand on his aching head before laying down and flinching at the pain of his sore throat.

Ugh...that call really hurt his voice more that it should have.

He grunted at the thought of them begging him to help him with the missing person case of Izuku Midoriya, snorting at that before looking at the wall of his right.

All Might's apartment.

Hmph, no one would look for him here. That's for sure.

Now...to wait until the search died down and his aching muscles went away, then his real life would fully begin.

Turning his head he grinned at the gear that Rika had gotten him.

He'd be a hero, but he sure as hell ain't going to no hero school.

Soo...Rika is someone who will show up in more chapters to come! She helps out Quirkless Children for a very, very steep price. Her personality is very sadistic and she likes money and other things as payment; which will be explained later. Her first encounter with Izuku is actually when he first paid her and will be coming up soon.