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WARNING! THIS IS A HIGHLY GRAPHIC CHAPTER! BE WARNED.

Izuku hated his life.

Perhaps a five year old would be overdramatic and say such a thing...but not Izuku.

He was smart...smart enough to know that his mother did not love him...not the same way she did before. Kacchan was no longer the Kacchan he knew ...and the people at school soon became horrid monsters that haunted his dreams.

It was almost poetic in how much his life had changed in a single instant.

But then again that was reality.

His father was gone...not wanting to deal with a quirkless child and a wife who lamented about it to him every five minutes. He was ashamed and was not afraid to tell his child about it.

His days began to fill with useless coddling, spiteful hatred and needless violence.

Why?

That was the question wasn't it?

Why does life have to be so hard for those who had no control over what happened to them. Whether or not they were blessed with a quirk.

It was quite the simple answer to such a complicated question.

Life...simply wasn't fair to those who failed to evolve.

Such utter and complete bullshit.

Honestly.

"Oi! Deku! Move," he was roughly pushed to the ground by Kacchan.

Ah...Kacchan. The boy mused as the explosive blonde with with his equally rude lackeys to torute more people. How much has changed...how much as been taken and thrown away.

Izuku tried...for many months he tried to salvage what was left of their friendship, to try and see the good in the boy that was Katsuki Bakugou.

But...he soon came to learn.

There was no such good within him.

Not anymore at least.

Shaking his head, Izuku moved to head home.

"Izuku! Your two minutes late," Inko fretted over her son as he came in.

Mother….mother oh mother of mine, he thought. How such little time has changed you.

How little it took for you to not care anymore.

"Izuku," her voice was sharp. "Answer me. Why are you two minutes late?"

"I got caught up talking to Kacchan," his own voice was something he did not recognize.

Who was he?

What had he become?

"Izuku," a harsh smack on the back of his head had him jolting back into reality and looking up at his mother who was scowling at him. "I see that you need to be told everything once more. Go and get cleaned up before sitting in that chair," she pointed to the one he always sat in. "And I will get dinner."

"Okay," he nodded, going off to the bathroom and turning on the sink. Mindless he began to wash his hands and soon...he simply stared at his reflection, unregistering at his own face as he stared into his eyes.

Ah...how soulless and painful they where.

Was the water running? He couldn't tell ...was that his mother calling for him….he couldn't hear….

"IZUKU," he jumped when her hand slammed on the mirror and cracked it. "Might as well head to bed now ...I don't think you need dinner."

'Don't deserve it,' is what she meant.

"Okay," he nodded, grabbing his toothpaste. Inko merely huffed and left, allowing Izuku to look into the cracked mirror and realize…

He was truly nothing more than a broken being.

When did the day's grow into monotone? When did anything that happened become nothing more than simple background noise. When had the jabs becoming nothing more than merely phantoms when they happened.

When did he become a doll?

"Ah…" Izuku gasped as he awoke one night, jumping up from bed and rushing to the bathroom with that beautifully cracked mirror. "I ...Am broken…." Looking up Izuku cocked his head to the side as he saw tears flow down his face ...when did he begin to cry?

When did he begin to lose his emotions?

"I...Am I beyond saving," he murmured, hand twitching violently as he tried to formulate an answer.

Ah...tears flowed faster down his face as he tried to remember what that feeling was.

Was it pain? Anger? Happiness? Fear? Why?! Why was he crying? What was happening to him!? What had they done to him?

Swallowing he quietly gathered his things and rushed out of the apartment, he needed to be somewhere new to think clearly. He needed to get out of that house and he needed to find out why ...why this was happening to him. He began to run to the direction of the playground and park he always went to...that was a nice place to think.

As he ran through the dimly lit streets he gasped when he tripped and fell on the ground, grunting at the impact and waiting for the blinding pain that came only to realize...that he felt nothing. As he looked down onto his scrapped arms and palms and then his knees and legs….he felt no pain.

Tears began to flow down his face and Izuku began to tremble as if caught outside in the freezing cold. H...he really was nothing more than a doll, he giggled out an insane laugh as he staggered to his feet.

Soon people began to wonder if they should call the cops and heroes as insane laughter echoed through the neighborhood late at night, high pitched and manic. But soon it faded and they continued to leave it be, it may be reckless kids and they simply could be overreacting.

Izuku staggered into the park, smiling as he saw it was empty and contented with hugging himself and coming to the realization that he would not feel his own arms!

He could not feel anything….

Nothing was his own and he owned nothing ...not anymore. His very self belonged to his mother down to the smallest detail...and because of that his body shut off the unessential things ...there was no need for emotions.

"Ahaha...Kacchan...Kacchan would call me worthless freak for sure...ma...mama would hurt me to be the perfect little boy again," he began to twirl around as he mumbled out nonsense to even his own ears.

Why...why...why ...WHY!?

"Ah," he screamed to the sky. "Haha! I really am nothing more than a glorified human doll to look upon! I am a doll that everyone hates! One you give to a child that you do not like and receive pity from! I am nothing more than trash! Trash in society's eyes!"

On the other side of the park, a woman perked up at the sound of purley hopeless desperation, she gave a grin and began the trek inside the park.

"Now," Izuku murmured, staggering along the sidewalk. "Now...what can I do? What can I have that they won't know about...what can I have that is all for me…?"

Izuku jolted as he realized that the ground had dark spots on it and felt annoyed as useless tears began to flow even harder.

Crybaby.

That was Kacchan's voice.

Again with the tears Izuku?

His worthless mother.

Quirkless...maybe those tears are a quirk.

Those faceless masses.

Stupid, Izuku thought. Stupid, they are nothing more than faceless masses that want to conform!

He didn't need their pity!

But...did he want it? Did he want pity?

Izuku swallowed as he clutched his head and began to heave...what was wrong with him? Why was the world so bland? When did things go so bland?

When did he begin to not care?

Sobs wracked his body and soon he was furiously rubbing his face in an effort to get rid of the neverending tears that held no emotion? He felt no pain as he tripped and fell once more, his hands soon finding their way to his face and he yelped when pain sprung through him as he hit his left eye.

Pain.

He jolted as he realized.

He...he felt something! He felt something after all!

Wa...was this a way to be seen as different? To regain what he had lost so many months ago?

Taking in a shake breath he took his middle, index and thumb and placed them on the outer edges of his left leg. He felt a surge of panic and knew that this was the way...this was the key.

A horrid scream tore through his through as he pushed the three fingers in, warm sticky and gooey blood spurted out onto his hand and fell to the ground and he pushed deeper and deeper. Until he finally could curl his fingers around his eye only to scream once more as he hit the optic nerve.

He began to heave more and more as he slowly pulled the eye out, blood pouring out like a waterfall...everything was suddenly too much and yet so clear at the same time. Soon his vision began to distort as some things were closer than the others and then it began to go black on his left side.

But it wasn't coming out...his eyes refused to leave his body and was still connected by the nerve.

Out...he needed the damned thing out to get what he wanted.

Steeling himself he yelped when he dropped his eye and grabbed the nerve, screaming as he began to pull, harder and harder. His grip on the nerve growing tighter and soon he began to spasm as the sensory and pain overload began to take effect.

So many emotions ran through his head as he tried to come to grips with what he had done, what he was still doing and he began to scream his head off like he never had done before.

He screamed and screamed and SCREAMED.

The woman smiled and hungrily licked her lips at what may await her, quickening her stride to get to her prize.

Still screaming Izuku gripped the nerve tighter and with a final YANK tore out his nerve and eye; falling to his knees at the pure pain it brought him. He went light headed for a moment before the shock settled in.

The clacking of boots soon echoed through his mind and he shakily turned to where it came from, his eyes in his right hand and his left clutching his still bleeding orbit.

"Oh! My, oh my…" that woman's voice...it was sweet...too sweet. "What a mess you have made! But I say...that's payment enough until the next big favor…" She smiled, moving toward him and reaching down to take the eye from his limp hand and admiring it in the light.

"Who...who are you," Izuku whimpered as his screaming rang through his ears. It hurt...it hurt so much! But...but...oh it felt so nice. He knew he wasn't dead! Not yet! He could feel! He could feel the pain that he inflicted on himself.

This was it! It was proof that he had not lost himself completely to the pain and the agony of his dull life! He still had something that burned with him! He knew it!

Izuku shivered as pain washed over his body and the blood dripped down onto the concrete before him. He pressed his hand harder to his wound, flinching at the pain it sent through his body before smiling at the pain itself.

"Though…" she murmured, walking forward. "How will you hide what you have done from mother dearest…how will you hide that in which you should not have done?" She had then take out a small jar and placed his eye in it, the water inside of it muddying with his blood.

"I don't care...this is something she caused," he whispered, tears and blood mixing as the pain of his mother's rejection came to mind. "This is something they all caused," he yelled flinching at the pain.

That's right...they all caused him to do this! Not him! This was their fault!

"Name's Rika kid," she smiled, but it wasn't warm. "And I'll help you. And for payment...mmm...I take what you've done as payment. It will certainly last..." She held jup the necklace that held his eyes, the water settling down and allowing him to see his eye. And then she smiled once more.

No, her smile...it was filled with pleasure; a pleasure for the pain and suffering of others.

For his suffering.

"Yeah...this will be something fun," she purred, pushing his green hair back her hand stained with his blood and smearing it across his face. 'It most certainly will be…" she moved his hand to peer into the empty socket now, grinning as he shivered at the coolness.

Hitoshi sighed as he watched Izuku relive him taking out his eye and grabbed his phone. He called the only person he knew Izuku would be safe at.

"Stain? It's me Mindwarp. Wounded Rabbit needs a safe place right now and I can't do anything to help him," he sighed. "Can you come and get us? I can ping you the coordinates...thanks."

He then sighed and waited for the adult to come and get Izuku.

All Might stared at the tiny jar, his heart thumping as he looked at the small eye that had it's full nerve on it.

God...what did that boy do to himself?

"What of his second payment," he whispered, lowly and broken as he gently took the jar and brought it close. "What did he give up a second time too that monster?"

"Here," Naomasa sighed as he brought a slightly bigger jar and placed it down. "Kept this by her beside to look at when she woke up and when she went to bed."

"What is that," He asked, looking at the organ confused.

"The reason Deku had a soft voice wasn't for intimidation purposes...he physically couldn't speak loudly," Naomasa sighed. "He tore out half of his vocal cords as his second payment."

All Might broke down.

"Your both children," Stain asked as he came forward, a motorcycle helmet under his arm.

"So," Hitoshi snapped, getting up and staring down the other. He raised a brow when Stain covered his gunk before huffing as Izuku no doubt nearly neutered him.

"Impressive," he commented. "What happened to wounded rabbit?"

"He almost got caught by the people looking for him...He's Izuku Midoriya."

"Everyone is looking for him...wait he escaped all might? Why-"

"It's complicated," he snarled to the villain, the other humming before sighing.

"I'll take him, but should All Might-"

"I will kill you if you give him to All Might. That is a fucking promise," Hitoshi looked so feral in that moment and Stain reached for the blade at his thigh with a wary face. "Do not...give him up."

"I expect answers."

"You will get them...soon," Hitoshi murmured.

"Very well,' Stain nodded. "I'll be in Miazaki Prefecture for the year of so….so you have an idea." he gathered up the boy.

"Thanks," Hitoshi sighed as he began to walk away. "I'll be in contact soon."

"Very well."

"Later."

The reason this chapter is so messy is to reflect Izuku's state of mind, comment on what you think.