Chapter One: Daughter of Dragons

~A/N~ I know I should be working on Power Overwhelming or Chosen of the Loa, but this idea keeps creeping up in my head, so I wanted to put it to "paper" and see what you beautiful readers thought of it.

Chapter Start!

A young green-haired girl sat on the edge of the building. Her legs hung off the side as she simply sat looking down. It was a long way. Thirteen stories high. All it would take is one slip up, and it would be all over. All she'd have to do is lean a little further forward. The only problem is she was unable to muster the strength to let go.

"What are you doing up here, kid?" A voice asked. The green-haired girl looked up to see a disheveled man looking down at her. His hair was messy, and it looked like he hadn't slept in months.

"Nothing much," She replied. "Just thinking,"

"I find that hard to believe... you can't get on this roof normally. The door was locked from the inside," The man said. The girl glanced at the man again. A long scarf around his neck, all-black clothes, and what looked like a utility belt. Oh, this man was a hero.

"I thought that would give me some peace, but I guessed wrong," The girl replied.

"You're thinking about jumping? why?" The hero asked.

"Because nobody would miss me," The girl replied.

"Why would you think that?" The hero asked.

"Really simple. Once someone learns what my quirk is. They turn away from me," The girl asked.

"A villain parent doesn't make you a villain," The hero said, knowing right away what she meant. He had seen this before. Because she got the same quirk as one of her parents, she was written off. Usually, that wasn't an issue, but when that parent is a villain, the child is expected to be a villain too.

"I've told everyone that, but they never listen," The girl replied.

"What is it?" The hero asked.

"Why? So you can learn and kick me off the roof. Save the world from their progeny," The girl asked.

"The sins of parents should never be placed on their child," The hero replied. He was starting to get worried. Both of her parents were villains.

"Dragon," The girl said after a few minutes of silence. She obviously was at war with herself on whether or not to tell him.

"Oh," The hero replied. Villain parents. Dragon quirk. That left one answer. Deathwing and Sinestra. The Black Dragons the couple that terrorized America. The two greatest villains in American history. American History... Why was their daughter in Japan then?

"If you're their daughter, why are you in Japan then?" The hero asked.

"I ran away when she got hurt by the heroes," The girl replied. Ah, that. When All Might fought them, Sinestra had gotten badly hurt. Deathwing had gotten them away, but they vanished for a bit. She must have slipped away while Sinestra was healing.

"Can you control it?" The hero asked. Getting off the topic of her parents would hopefully help.

"What?" The girl asked.

"You dragon form. Can you control it?" The hero asked again.

"It's not like that. It's not a monster living inside me. It's just me," The girl explained.

"What's your dream?" The hero asked.

"What does that matter?" The girl retorted.

"Just humor me," The hero replied. She had to know what he was trying to do. Anything. Anything to get her off the ledge. Anything to keep her alive. Normally, he would just wrap her in his capture cloth and drag her back. But something about the look in her eye told him that would only make her fight and probably fall.

"I wanted to be a hero," She replied, snapping the hero out of his rambling mind.

"To stop them?" The hero asked.

"No. I wanted to be like All-Might, Fatgum, Crust, Yoroi, or even Endeavour. I wanted people to feel safe when they saw me. They'd see me fly overhead and cheer and know that they'd be safe because I was there and that I'd stop at nothing to protect them. But that's impossible. If they saw me in the sky, they'd panic and scream. 'It's her! The daughter of those monsters' is all I'd hear," The girl rambled.

"Not if you prove them wrong," The hero said.

"Are you really a hero?" The girl asked.

"Yes, I go by Eraserhead," Aizawa replied.

"Then you should know why that is impossible," The girl replied coldly. When Aizawa didn't respond, the girl sighed. "Shiketsu, Ketsubutsu, Seiai, Isamu, Seijin, even U.A. None of them would accept me because of who my parents are,"

"Not true. If you prove yourself, they will accept you," Aizawa replied.

"I get you're trying to help, but do you honestly think anyone would ever accept me? Me. The daughter of Deathwing and Sinestra. The villains that burned down all of L.A. because they felt like it,"

"I can't speak for the other schools. But I know U.A. would accept you if you pass their entrance exam and show that you are earnest in being a hero," Aizawa explained.

"Would they really look passed him?" The girl asked.

"If they didn't, then I've been teaching at the wrong school," Aizawa replied.

"I mean... I guess," The girl sat for a few minutes. What was the worst that could happen? They'd see her quirk and deny her. Best case she could get into U.A. maybe she could be a hero.

"I... I can't apply. I've never gone to school," The girl said. Everything she knew had been taught to her by a tutor her parents had kidnapped.

"Schooling doesn't matter. U.A. has accepted several students that never set foot in a school," Aizawa replied. The girl sat in silence for several minutes. Aizawa could see she was deep in thought.

"Fine. I'm going to try," The girl said. She would chase her dream. For the first time. She would try to step out of the shadow her parents had cast over her.

"Good now how about we get off this roof," Aizawa said. The girl nodded and pulled her legs up. She wouldn't look down again. At least not for a while.

"Thanks. You're the first person who's ever given me a second," The girl said a soft smile was coming over her face.

"Don't mention it," Aizawa said. "What's your name?"

"Izumi," Izumi replied.

"Are you repressing your quirk?" Aizawa asked.

"No," Izumi knew what Aizawa was getting at. Both Deathwing and Sinestra's human forms had horns still. "Horns won't 'grow' until my thirties,"

"Fair enough. Do you have a place to stay?" Aizawa asked.

"Yeah, I have an apartment," Izumi replied before her eyes shot wide. "Oh, no, Wrathion!" Aizawa was left alone as the girl ran off like her butt had caught fire.

"Wrathion?" Aizawa asked out loud. Perhaps a pet? Either way, not his problem. He had talked the girl off the ledge. Today was a good day.

~U.A~

Aizawa stepped into his office. He knew he had forgotten something. "Stupid phone," He grumbled as he reached his desk. As if he was being watched the moment he grabbed his phone, it rang.

"Aizawa," He answered.

"Ah, there you are. I've been trying to call you all day," the voice of a certain loud hero echoed out.

"Yeah, I forgot my phone on my desk," Aizawa replied.

"How do you always seem to forget it?" Hizashi asked.

"It's honestly not that important," Aizawa replied, knowing Hizashi would give him an earful either way.

"You know what doesn't matter. You owe me now," Hizashi said.

"What now?" Aizawa asked.

"Double-"

"No," Aizawa cut Hizashi off. There was no way in hell; he was going on a double date.

"This is the fourth time you've forgotten your phone this week, you skipped out on our hang out session last week, and I'm pulling my best friend card. You're going," Hizashi said. Aizawa grumbled. He could almost hear Hizashi smiling on the other side of the phone.

"Who?" Aizawa asked.

"About that," Hizashi said slowly.

"No," Aizawa said.

"Come on; she generally seems to like you. What's wrong with her?" Hizashi asked.

"She's too loud and never stops laughing," Aizawa grumbled out in response.

"Everyone is too loud to you, man, and laughter is good," Hizashi replied. Aizawa took a slow deep breath.

"When and where?" Aizawa asked. He was going to regret this.

"That's my best friend," Hizashi laughed.

~Unknown Apartment~

Izumi burst through her front door in a panic. "Wrathion!" she shouted, knowing he'd be neck-deep in something. And he was. With a sigh, she looked down at what was once her favorite couch pillow. It was now torn open and had a black iguana sitting in it. The lizard looked up at her as if nothing was wrong. [1]

"You're such a little shit, Wrathion," Izumi said. Izumi dropped down next to the lizard and put her head back. Was she really going to chase this dream? With a determined shout of yes, she had decided that she wouldn't let her parents darken her life anymore.

~End Notes~ I hope you guys liked the first chapter. No idea when chapter two will be out.

[1] I gave Wrathion Melanistic, which is the opposite of Albinoism, so he's all black since iguana can't usually be black. Just a fun FYI for you.