After some deliberation I am going to rewrite this again as this is not something that seems to be going the way I originally envisioned it and has gotten way off track. I will still post on this story, just deleted all the chapters. Please also keep in mind I am a High school senior, looking for a job and trying to understand how College Works without any help from my school.

Thanks. Bye.

Bakugou observed Izuku through the interrogation room windows.

He hadn't changed, not too much at least.

He will admit, the straight hair was going to get some getting used too.

He never thought he would be happy to see the nerd, or be as happy as he was at that moment.

He still remembered waking up a week after his 6th birthday, the day after he and his friends had beat up Izuku, his mother crying hysterically as she hugged him. It was the first time he had ever seen her like that and he knew...he knew deep down that something horrible had happened.

"I...Izuku's missing," she sobbed, Katsuki freezing in his spot as she began to explain the situation. But he didn't listen.

Missing.

He was gone.

He could be dead, for all young Katsuki knew. Quirkless kids were often seen as easy targets for bullying and he knew that they often killed themselves before they ever reached adulthood, even as a kid deep down he knew.

Yet he still treated his only real friend like trash.

Kastuki sniffed as he shook his head and left the room to go to his Aunt Inko who was sobbing tears of pure joy and relief as she bowed to the detective in charge. Tsukauchi, if Katsuki remembered correctly, merely smiled and shook Inko's hand; motioning to the hall where Izuku was in.

Katsuki jolted as a hand landed on his shoulder and he looked up to see the soft face of his father who gave him a gentle smile.

"Let's go get something for all of us to eat," he whispered to his son, Mitsuki, asleep on the couch in the waiting room. She was the one who had found Izuku, and promptly fainted; funny thing is when she woke up Izuku was by her side having dragged her to a safe place and waited for her to wake up. She had gone into a right frenzy after that, kissing her lost godson's face and crying as she hugged him.

"I'm going to get that nerd Katsudon," Katsuki grunted before stopping at his father's solemn face.

"Katsuki," he swallowed, kneeling down to face his son. "Izuku has been missing for four years," he began, Katsuki already feeling aggravated by this point. "We don't know what...happened to him," he explained gently and he jolted. "If he can handle a thick meal like Katsudon…"

"Oh," he swallowed, looking down as the truth washed over him.

No one really knows what happened to Izuku.

"Let's get him some broth and then we can speak with him over a meal," he smiled, grabbing his son's hand before they began to head out.

"Yeah," he nodded.

He would help that nerd, even if it killed him.

Naomasa was unnerved.

That was the only way he could describe the feeling he had leaving the interrogation room where Inko was hugging her mute son.

When he had taken on the case four years, he fully expected to find the kid's body. Used...abused in the worst of ways...but he never thought he would find him alive. Alive and healthy.

That was unheard of and the fact that he showed no signs of trauma, physical or mental.

In Fact he seemed a bit...detached from the world if one could call it anything.

"I still can't believe he's alive," Sansa murmured as he came up beside his boss and friend. "I hate to be the Villain...but I fully expected to never find his body."

"I know," Naomasa sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned against the wall. "He seems...a bit too fine in my opinion."

"He seems more like a doll to me," the cat offered before patting Naomasa on the back. "I'm going to finish up the report and then ask if they want anything to eat."

"That's right," Naomasa groaned. 'He needs to be properly tested….medically, mentally….academically…" he sighed.

"I'll get you the pamphlets and business cards," Sansa said, to which Naomasa grunted a thanks. The detective stayed where he was for a moment, contemplating on how he was going to actually get the kid to speak, since he seemed not inclined to it at the moment.

What a mess.

Sighing he took his hat off and moved to his office, sighing at the familiar comfort of his enclosed space. Tossing his hat and coat onto the couch he moved to loosen his tie as he made his way to his desk, which was littered with a stack of cases that he was helping Nighteye with. Moving a stack to the ground he picked up the largest one, sighing as he realized it was going to get much larger in the coming weeks and opened it to look at the photo of a 5 year old Izuku Midoriya, smiling and filled with youthful innocence.

He placed it down and looked at the photo that was recently added, the boy having lost all his baby fat in his face. His eyes were dull and showed they had seen horrible evils that were never meant to be spoken about. His hair was no longer an adorable fluff of green, straighten and smooth like a silk curtain. Or it would have been, had a majority of it not been slicked back barring a piece that covered his right eye.

Naomasa couldn't help the sadness in his demeanor as he gazed at the two photos side by side, he hated kid cases. They were the ones that showed the heroes were not the people who could always save the day and at times when they overlooked the simple things...people were hurt beyond repair.

He could only hope that Izuku would be able to get the help he needed.

Sighing he leaned back and blinked at the glint he saw, picking up the evidence bag that held a silver necklace with a charm on it. It looked like two diamonds overlaid on top of one another, with a little dent missing in one.

He flinched at the sight of blood on the pendant and remembered the absolute war that broke out the moment they asked to take it from him.

The docile boy they had been with for about 2 hours, who had complied with all their demands and was nonthreatening to the point they did not see the need for weapons, became a literal animal.

He snarled and growled at them, nearly breaking Tsubaki's wrist when she tried to usclasp it. He had swiped at her face and his nails, while a bit long for a boy but ultimately overlooked, became a weapon. He still remembered her scream when the boy swiped at her face and she stumbled back with four gnarly claw marks...one dangerously close to her eye.

He had continued to act defensive to the point they wondered if they should tranquilize him, until he suddenly stopped and grunted. He took off the necklace and ring, they had just noticed, without complaint and gently placed it in Naomasa's hands.

The look he received when Izuku handed him the pieces of jewelry told the detective that if he lost them he would be paying big time for it...and he had a feeling it would be his life on the line.

Shaking his head he gently placed the bag down and booted up his computer.

He needed something to get his mind off the boy...so paperwork it was until the meeting between him and Inko.

Inko looked at her son through her tear laden eyes and pursed her lips.

What was she supposed to say? He wasn't even looking at her at that point, always on his hands, a tan line from the ring he had worn before he gave it up was his current fixsation.

"I...Izuku," She began, taking a shuddering breath. "Y...your father will be happy to see you," she offered up, not seeing a change in him. "We...he moved back to Japan and tried to help with looking for you...he got a job as a support gear tech for All Might!"

She got a reaction to saying his old favorite hero, but not the one she expected.

Instead of whipping his head up and staring at her in disbelief and awe; he instead whipped his head up and snarled at the mention of All Might, straining against the cuffs they used to bind him to the table.

Inko sniffed as she looked at the cuffs connected to the table by chains, but after what he did to that poor police woman she wanted him to refrain from hurting others. He grunted before stopping and relaxing once more, eyes going back to his tan line and taking in calming breaths.

"I...I'm sorry," she whispered, wanting so desperately to reach out and touch her boy. To pull him into her embrace and reassure him that she was never going to leave again, that they would get through what was wrong together.

But...she couldn't.

He refused to be touched and they were to the point of muzzling him with how many times he nearly bit off another's figure when they tried to comfort him or hug him...hence the chains once more so he wouldn't do too much harm to a person and he couldn't follow them.

A knock made Inko jump and turn as the door opened and ragged Mitsuki Bakugou came stumbling in, grumbling about useless brats and dumb husbands.

"Mitsuki," she asked, her voice low as Izuku flicked his eyes up to the woman before looking back down.

"My brat and husband went to go get us all food," she said, her voice soft and non threatening. "They are bringing over some broth for Izuku as well...if you know…" she sighed, before turning to Izuku himself. "It's great to see you little man."

He was silent.

"I'm sure in no time, you'll be the spit fire you once where," she sounded so sure of herself.

Still, Izuku said not a word.

"Masaru said he would be here in about five minutes, he left half an hour ago and apparently Katsuki was attempting to find 'the best fucking broth' for Izuku," she stated, looking at Izuku who did not react...aside from a snort.

She would consider that a victory.

"I best tell Detective Tsuka-"

"Don't worry Ink," Mitsuki assured her sister in all but blood. "I told him and he said that broth might have been the best course for food," she smiled and then looked to Izuku. She would assume that all the third person would get to him, but again he didn't move or even speak.

Damn.

"Thank you," Inko sighed before jumping once more as the door was knocked on and Masaru came in this time.

"Sorry we took so long," he smiled, smiling deeply at Izuku who continued to look at the tan line. "Katsuki wanted the best of the best for Izuku."

"Damn Straight," he grunted, moving to Izuku. Before his mother stopped him.

"Keep that damn voice of yours down," she hissed in warning. "And do not stomp toward him."

"I got it! I got it," he grunted, but inside he was burning with shame. How could he forget about that!

Stupid!

Shaking his head he grabbed the container of broth and a spoon before moving to Izuku and gently placing before him and taking the seat beside him.

"I...I...ugh…" he blushed, trying to speak and finding himself at a loss for words. "I thought you might be hungry and we went out and got you some broth. I wanted to get you Katsudon...but something about heavy food or some shit…"

Izuku merely took in a deep breath and let out a sigh, not saying a word as he continued to thumb the tan line on his finger and ignore them all. Masaru was worried that his son would blow up, he knew that Katsuki wanted things to desperately go back to the way things were before Izuku went missing…

He could only hope that the boy would be patient.

Bakugou sat next to Izuku and began to look over the boy fully, without the glass separating them.

He looked good.

He didn't seem deathly thin or pale like he saw in those hostage movies that had people captive for years like Izuku. He seemed like he was eating well and that he wasn't chained down or anything…

He'd kill the fuckers that took him if they did.

If it took 20 fucking years then so be it!

He stayed silent as his parents and aunt began to eat, speaking silently between one another and motioning to the two boys. He felt himself get pissed off but kept his cool for Izuku who seemed unbothered by all the pointing and third person sentences.

Pursing his lips he looked down to his hands that were in the greenettes lap and his own twitched his hold his old friends hand like they used to when they were exploring.

Slowly he reached out and grabbed one of the hands, he knew his own where naturally warmer than most and he prayed that gave the nerd a bit of comfort.

He barely had time to register that Izuku's eyes had widened and the growl that ripped through his throat before his arm was twisted so painfully and he was slammed into the table. Izuku was speaking...but it wasn't Japanese or even english from what he could hear through the pain reverberating through his head.

"NAOMASA," Sansa screeched and the detective rushed to where the cat man was, before gasping as a crying Inko came rushing out.

"HELP," she begged, all three of them running to the interrogation room where Izuku was yelling and screaming to a pinned down Katsuki.

"Izuku," Naomasa yelled, the boy whipping his head up to lock eyes with the detective and snarl at him. His hands clenched tighter on Bakugou's neck, the boy choking as he lost more air and his struggling began to lesson. "Izuku, let him go! He's your old school friend! Bakugou!"

He breathed harshly, still glaring at them before his eyes went to the on way window and his whole demeanor relaxed, releasing Bakugou who fell to the ground coughing and crawling away. His father rushed and helped him up, taking him to the side while eyeing Izuku who was staring into the window with a bit of sadness...like someone was right in front of it.

"Is anyone in the recording booth," he hissed into his com.

"No," he got a moment later. "There is no one in there aside from me now...fuck! That kid's eyes just flicked to me!"

"Are you sure," Naomasa asked as Izuku's eyes moved back to infront of him. "There is no one?"

"Yeah, 100% sure."

"Okay," Naomasa swallowed. "Alright then…"

Izuku sighed as he stared at the Priestess, the woman staring down at Izuku with a sad look as she flicked her eyes between him and Bakugou.

He ignored everyone else as he grabbed the chain that connected the cuffs to the table and pulled, they broke easily and the area fell silent. He was done playing their games for now.

Grabbing on cuff he ripped it off, before moving onto his other wrist and giving it the same treatment. The pieces of metal clattered harmlessly on the ground as he moved to sit down once more and pushed the broth away.

He could not stomach sub-par food, not after years of being spoiled by a certain counter guardian.

He leaned back and crossed his arms, eyes firmly on the priestess who merely shook her head and motioned for him to continue his streak of silence for the moment. They would have time to speak to one another soon, she would make sure of that.

Izuku closed his eyes before taking another deep breath and motioning to his neck where he had his necklace and then his ring finger. He held out his hand to Naomasa who looked shocked before the detective turned to his mother who looked equally confused.

"I...I…" He wavered under Izuku's gaze and reached into his pocket to hand the jewelry back to the boy. "All of you outside," he stated, all of them rushing out as Izuku fingered the ring on his finger out of habit.

He flicked his eyes up to look at the priestess who loomed over him on the other side of the desk, her ever cool being staring calmly at the normally flamboyant and eccentric child.

"Zhdu otveta*," he murmured, silent enough that none of the records could pick up on it...but he knew she could. Because...she always could.

"Oh my god," Inko sobbed as she hugged Katsuki gently, the boy shaken at the pure rage and strength Izuku showed.

"Okay…" Naomasa breathed. "I...know that you have planned to take him to a therapist...but you need to schedule one soon."

"I...I know," she sobbed.

"Here are some of what you recommend having Izuku tested for," he handed her a folder. "You'll find the business cards in there," he assured her. "And I have a theory that I want to explain to the therapist you choose."

"What's that," Bakugou sniffed, moving away from Inko slightly.

"Tsubaki is blonde...and didn't he become defensive when he first saw you Mrs. Bakugou?"

"Y...yeah," she jolted as she remembered finding Izuku. How he struggled to get out of her hug and snarled at her when she tried to get too close.

"He was never like that with anyone else," he explained. "Even when he was cuffed, he was only defensive against blondes. And Bakugou is the third person this has happened to."

"So...som...someone might have done something to him," Inko shook in fear, Katsuki hugging her tight as Naomasa nodded and she broke down into hysterical sobs.

A week later, Izuku sat in his mother's car as she drove him to his therapy lesson with….Dr. Chuzhaya Zhritsa.

He snorted at the name, smirking as he was brought to a modern building and the two of them were ushered into the waiting room. They sat there in tense silence before they were taken to Dr. Zhritsa's office, the woman obviously russain in nature and stern by the looks of it.

"Welcome," she got straight to the point. "To understand what has happened...what happened the day before Izuku went missing?"

"Ah...well we went to the mall," she began and Izuku remembered that day clearly.

FOUR YEARS AGO

Izuku knew his momma was trying to cheer him up.

She was taking him to the mall to get a new hero toy, something that he only got on his birthday and christmas. It's because he was quirkless and he was really upset.

Izuku sniffed as he thought back to his mother's own crying as she apologized again and again after he asked if he could still be a hero.

Kacchan had changed so much, he'd be so mean to Izuku at Recess and made everyone turn against the boy for being quirkless. They called him a disease or something like that, afraid that if they played with him then they'd become quirkless too.

Word had gotten around and it seemed parents believed that stigma that being around a quirkless person would turn them quirkless so Izuku couldn't go out shopping with his mother any more. Unless he wanted to face pitying looks and sneers his way, along with older kids jeers and jabs.

So he stayed home

He gripped her hand slightly tighter and tensed when she sighed and moved to head into the mall faster.

What really made him upset is when All Might went on TV, something that always made him excited and answered the most popular question...until that one.

"MR. ALL MIGHT," one cried out.

"HAHA! YES JUBILANT REPORTER," the man had called out, Izuku smiling happily as he looked at his idol.

"I am sure that back then this was not so much of a problem," he began, many people confused as to where this line of questioning was going. "But do you believe in this era of mutant quirks that a Quirkless Person could be a hero?"

Izuku had froze in his spot on the couch, a Present Mic doll firmly in his grasp as he watched with bated breath for his hero and answer. All Might mulled over the question, his smile damped a bit as he considered it.

"I will admit, in America-which has one of the highest amount of Quirkless in the world-there are many successful Quirkless heroes," he began, Izuku gasping happily as he finally would have reason to tell Kacchan he would be a hero! "Impressive and strong, some of them giving me a run for my money!"

Until All Might become more sombere.

"But I have also seen them die younger than any other hero," he sighed, looking to the ground. "They knew what they were getting into and I respect their decision to enter this profession; but I can't help but feel as if this line of work is too dangerous for them. Quirks are evolving with each generation and soon tech companies might not be able to churn out the support items quick enough for those who have no quirk."

"Are you saying that Quirkless people should just stay in the shadows?"

"No, never," he stated sharply, people jumping at the tone. "It...it's just they should think realistically and reach for the stars that are closest."

Izuku avoided watching or talking about All Might after that.

Just as the two of them were about to enter the hero store, a new one caught Izuku's eye.

"Momma," he began, tugging her hand lightly. "Can we go to that one instead," he asked pointing to the store across from the hero store.

It was aesthetically like a medieval like, and was a bit darker the most stores, but it seemed cool.

"Are you sure," she asked.

"Yeah! It looks cool and I haven't seen it before," he smiled, Inko smiling back as they went inside.

"Welcome," a woman with pale hair and equally pale skin greeted him. "Welcome to the Throne of Heroes," she bowed. "Where history's greatest heroes live."

"Hmm," Inko seemed confused as Izuku went to a shelf and grabbed a book labeled Beowulf. He opened it and became lost in the story of this hero, his mother pulling out one beside him labeled Fergus mac Róich, skimming through it. Once she realized what type of store it was she slammed the book closed and grabbed her son's arm.

"Sorry, but this is not appropriate in this day and age," Inko hissed as she forced the book out of Izuku's hand and frog marched him out. "I won't report you but you should think of moving stores," she informed the woman before leaving, Izuku making confused sounds the whole way.

Neither noticed that the woman's attention shifted from Inko to Izuku, or that her paleness was unnatural. And neither noticed that she no longer looked human, but a woman with pale bluish metallic skin with snow white eyes and piercing Amber eyes.

It was then when they got to the hero store that Izuku remembered.

Old legends told before the age of quirks were considered to be too 'violent' and 'not beneficial' to children's education. There were also arguments that the myths and legends that have been banned in schools because they encouraged bad and villainous behavior' and they were 'simply outdated in the era of quirks', along such lines.

He himself never understood why a country was willing to get rid of their rich history because some of it was bad….it was a mystery to him. He was just glad none of it was illegal….just a bit...taboo?

"Mama," Izuku began. He wanted to go back into that store, it was so interesting. "Can I get to the ball area? It's by the hero store and the book store you like," he looked so hopeful and Inko sighed before beginning the trek to the play area.

"Now Izuku," she looked at him firmly, the four year old pursing his lips. "I do not want you to go back into that store alright?"

"Yes mamma," he nodded.

"That's a bad store with very scary stories that we don't like," she told him, Izuku nodding along with her. "Good. I'll come back in about an hour or so. If you haven't gone to the store then we'll go and get you a new All Might toy. Okay?"

"Okay," he nodded, watching his mother go into the store. He played for a bit before slipping off and heading back into the store. The woman was right behind the door, the book he was reading handed right back to him and her smiling down.

"Enjoy," she smiled before going off to the side and dusting the shelves.

Izuku smiled before he frowned slightly and looked up to the woman.

'Miss," he began, the woman turning on him and cocked her head to the side. "Aren't these bad?"

"Maybe," she shrugged. "I don't keep track of the time or the social constructs that come with them...but it's a pity that humans have forgotten what has forged this path."

"Huh," Izuku asked, coming up beside the woman as she fixed some items on the upper shelf. "What do you mean?"

"Heroes are as old as Humanity itself, yet you choose to ignore those who paved the path toward Heroism," she shrugged. "They might not have been perfect and some others might have beene pure evil...they shaped human history."

"So..these are heroes people should aspire to be," Izuku asked.

"In this day and age they would be villains...they are villains," she shrugged, turning to the boy. "Why ask this?"

"Can a quirkless person be a hero," he blurted out before he could stop himself and the woman gave a soft smile.

"Yes," she nodded. "These stories hold many heroes without powers, with only sharp wit and their skills."

"But...I..I'm just a kid and mom…"

"You wish to be a hero," she asked, heading to the counter and taking out a gleaming key.

"Y..yes," he nodded.

"Then..I shall ensure you become one," her voice began to echo as she spoke her true form showing as she glided to the back, the boy following her with wide eyes. "First you must learn, then you watch and then you train." She put the key into the hole and it clicked open, the old door swinging to show a bright light and Izuku jolted when a hand was placed on his head.

"Forget me...and remember why you chose this path," she murmured, the boy's eyes dulling as her visage began to blur and he stumbled into the strange bright light.

He jolted out of his musing as his mother finished with a sob and she wrote down her notes.

"If it is alright with you, I wish to speak to Izuku alone for a moment," Inko turning to her son who nodded and looked away to the window. He tensed when her hand came to his shoulder and her whispered words of encouragement.

Once the door was closed and he was sure that she could not here he turned to the woman and raised a brow. Tipping himself to the side he allowed himself to fall onto the plush couch as he locked eyes with the woman before he stated his thoughts.

"Of all the names to give yourself you choose one that literally translates to 'Alien Priestess'?"

The woman smirked before taking off her glasses and morphing into the familiar outer being he was used too.

Or you know...Alien Priestess.

"It was convenient," she smiled, or was she? He could never tell with the way she was, her physical being or her body

"Why did you bring me back here," he demanded, the woman merely staring at him before sighing and handing him a file. "And here I thought that the problems of humans were beyond you," he grunted, looking over the file with practiced ease. "But I am not going to do anything," he snorted, tossing it onto the table. "I am a traumatized, quirkless 10 year old that needs to be watched 24/7." He gave a mirthless smile before heaving himself up into a sitting position and crossing both his arms and legs.

"She would be disappointed in you." His eyebrow twitched in annoyance and he growled.

"Do not bring her into this and do not guilt trip me," he warned. "The heroes can deal with this," he stated with a flick to the air, leaning back. "It's what they...trained," he mockingly stated. "To do after all. And let's not forget...they have All Might." He gave a exaggerated gasp of happiness and relief.

"You know they can't. Mages are an evil that they have never been subjected to, being that are cold and uncaring."

"Then it's not my problem...not anymore." He scoffed, glaring as he looked out the window, hands clenched into fists.

"What happened to the boy who bravely fought with Chaldea?"

"Chaleda was taken out of our hands after the Lostbelt Incident," he snorted. "I lost my home a long time ago."

"You will not do anything," she pressed, Izuku humming before sighing and slumping a bit.

"Until High School," he stated. "If things are worse by then...I'll interfere."

"So many people dead by that point."

"I am giving these heroes a chance to prove themselves," he snapped. "And besides, I need time to throw the others off my back...as well as time to research."

"So you are going to help," she smiled.

"Tch," he blushed.

"You do have a heart," she smiled brightly, his blush deepening.

"Oh shut it!"

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