Whenever, Todoroki Shouto had the opportunity to evade any form of Endeavour's harsh training regimen (which was extremely uncommon), he'd love to explore his Home. One would believe that, he'd have all the freedom to explore to his heart's delight.
Contrary to this, Shouto had felt he'd been metaphorically strangled for the last two years of his life. In the sense that, he felt not too dissimilar to a dog on a leash trying reach an open gate, leading to another world. With that world being, his Mother, his siblings and more importantly his other half; his twin.
Their years together as toddlers were a blur to Shouto but, deep down he could recall the wonderful times they passed time in each others company doing simpler things. He wished wryly that things hadn't changed.
In some ways, he envied Izuku. Shouto personally would've preferred to have any other quirk and it wouldn't be farfetched to say, being quirkless is frankly better.
What is more, his appearance took after that of his Mother, with his winter white lockes and his own frost blue orbs. He'd always known that his Mother loved them equally. Her consistent reassurance and affection when comforting him after training, instilled security.
He'd steel himself in his training and gaze at Endeavour scornfully during these sessions. Internally, his body writhed with pain from the beatings and he just wanted to alleviate his pain and scream to the heavens in agony. Alas, he persevered and only showed weakness with his Mother.
The Mother whose love which kept him sane, which enabled him to fight on. A Mother's love which he knew wouldn't fade. If only he still believed in those words after, what had transpired moments ago.
Nine year old Shouto, stood behind the kitchen door his body visibly trembling over what he'd just witnessed.
"His left side unsightly, it's unbearable to see." she'd cried.
This sentence was all that he could comprehend at that time. Her voice reverberated in his mind with, that particular sentence echoing. Like a broken record on repeat it was everlasting torment.
During his musings, he'd unwittingly entered the kitchen. The abrupt whistle of the kettle halted his internal crisis.
"Mommy?" his squeaky voice stuttered out.
These next few seconds were what shook Shouto's world to the core.
His Mother, turned around shakily and glanced over his left side. Her will-power had waned and her sanity almost toppled. Impulsively, a hand moved over to the screeching kettle on the stove.
Her grasp on it unstable, she tried to chuck the water at him.
Shouto had clenched his eyes shut in trepidation and had left his face unguarded. When no intense burning arrived, he felt many emotions flood within him. Relief first and foremost at remaining unscathed, followed by a copious amount fear.
Was his fire really that scary? Was he really becoming like...him?
"Mom?! Shouto?!" A panicked voice had whispered, loud enough for both to hear.
The trembling frame of Izuku Midoriya could be seen from the entrance way, his blue orbs cascading with tears. His hands were glowing ice blue. The atmosphere seemed to be a lot colder, in a literal sense.
The reason for this was that the formerly hot water remained stationary, as it floated harmlessly in the air as ice.
The ice immediately fell to the floor as it dispersed throughout the kitchen. He dashed over to his brother, engulfing him in a tight embrace. Shouto stood there lost in his stupor, his body too shell-shocked when processing the passing moments.
As for Rei Todoroki, she loathed herself more than her own hatred for Enji at, what he'd done to her family. She'd tried to fatally injure her son. Her son, who she realised had done nothing wrong. He was a pure hearted boy, who'd lost the light in his eyes thanks to that merciless, unforgiving monster.
The trauma that Monster had wrought, first Touya and now her precious snowflake, Shouto had shattered. It was his fault that she'd almost cracked. It was his fault that she'd almost marred her son permanently. All she could do now was pray for forgiveness.
The Brother and Mother hugged the boy as their tears cascaded freely, as the rain fell.
The court had adjourned, the jury finding Endeavour guilty of forcing a Quirk Marriage. Permission for a divorce had been granted by the jury much to Rei's delight but confusingly, joint custody of the Twins had been given too.
However, shockingly despite the compelling evidence with testimonies from most of the Todoroki kin, barring Touya, he was concluded as being innocent of Domestic Violence.
As the court was adjourned a teary eyed, Shouto was forcefully dragged out the court, following a smug Endeavour.
Meanwhile, outside the court room a catatonic Izuku stood their with his All Might plushie loosely hanging in his numb hand.
At that moment, something snapped in the young boy.
Rarely, dormant quirks manifest in moments of great duress as, certain conditions had to be met. For some it may be due to an imminent threat or environmental factors. However, for the gentle Izuku T̶o̶d̶o̶r̶o̶k̶i̶ Midoriya he had to feel iciness in his heart and an ubridled, righteous rage both simultaneously.
A white glow manifested on his left hand, whilst his left roared blue as his All Might plush fell to the ground absently.
"HOW DARE YOU!" Izuku bellowed with an enraged tone as, he zeroed in on Endeavour. His eyes burned with an unrivalled fury as, tears of anguish streaked down his face.
Endeavour turned around, his flames on his face igniting in intimidation and agitation.
The growing glow around Izuku caused alarm bells to go off in Shouto's mind. Endeavour's momentary lapse in attention permitted him to scurry off to the side, out of Izuku's range (hopefully).
As this happened, Izuku released all self-restraint and lets go.
Endeavour's vision was consumed by white light as he felt the freezing, unforgiving ice from Izuku's ire.
So it begins.
Chapter 2: The Cracks and Snowfall
The aftermath of Endeavour's trial and the media fallout. Izuku's auto-eflection and evaluation of his quirk. Finally a old face resurfaces and Rei's sister comes into the picture.
Also the damage inflicted on Endeavour, know that this was at point blank and Endeavour wasn't on guard.
Izuku's quirk isn't too dissimilar to Shouto's quirk as the ice aspect.is similar except he can control his ice telekinetically. As for the other half it varies in some regards.
Before we begin, I was delighted with the positive response I've received so far with this story. I'll try and update it when possible. So, roughly every few days.
We'll see if I can get to or integrate canon somehow as Izuku here will need a lot of help.
Anyway this chapter will deal with some of the fallout and will introduce a certain character and deal with Izuku somewhat.
Side note; I can't wait for this AU's Izuku to meet Bakugou...
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
To say that the repercussions were light for Endeavour would be a grave understatement. News crews, journalists and fanatics alike all flocked to him. Rumours had been floating around about, personal troubles in Endeavour's romantic life.
Hero gossip itself was a gold mine for the Media since, it not only provided articles, upon articles but also helped channels attract larger viewership. Leading to potential endorsement and new clientelle.
The professional heroes themselves, have a mutual agreement among them to not allow the Media to be, privy to their private lives. That is the case for heroes like All Might; true heroes.
Though not for the ones who flaunt their bodies for attention or, have gone pro purely for publicity and to satiate their own greed like Captain Celebrity.
Heroic scandals weren't uncommon but often offenders, got off with light punishments as they were low profile heroes. However, as this the rank two hero, this was an entirely different scenario altogether.
Carrying on, the Media all swarmed towards Endeavour after, the supposed date and location of his trial had been leaked by an anonymous person. They'd tipped off some of the more renowned firms such as The Hero Watch.
As The Media approached him, shock couldn't even begin to describe their priceless expressions.
Upon first glance one could see that, Endeavour's hero outfit had been engulfed completely in a layer of soot. One sleeve was incinerated wholly and exposed charred skin. In contrast, the right shoulder of his hero suit was somewhat in tact with burns decolourising the blue decor. As the rest seemed to be completely drenched with water. All in all, this is the most the Media had seen the Flame Hero roughed up.
To say the least, Endeavour was disgruntled as, he'd been publicly humiliated by the boy who was insignificant in comparison with his masterpiece. Silently fuming he prowled through the crowd ignoring inquiries, accusations or claims made which were directed at him by journalists.
"Is it true your no longer married?" An intrusive news reporter inquired.
Followed shortly by a male reporter, "Who's the Lady that got rid of your sorry ass and what happened to you?"
He bit his tongue down, biding his time as he quelled his growing ire.
When people were getting particularly close, he'd flare up his flames moderately, inducing to Journalists to retreat several metres. The Journalists themselves were bewildered at his abrasive behaviour.
It was common knowledge that Endeavour had a precarious relationship with Journalists. As in spite of them supplying him with endless amounts of attention, he tries to make minimal appearances.
In short, the Flame Hero was in no mood for interview so the journalists departed downtrodden as they knew badgering him would get him nowhere.
Endeavour had eventually fended off most of the reporters. All that was left was a young boy with short black hair and a red t shirt. He seemed to be ecstatic to meet Endeavour, his passion for heroes oozing off him. He bolted over to Endeavour almost colliding with him, eager to receive an autograph.
Visibly irate he took the young boys journal and set it alight as he said mockingly, "Heroes don't have time for formalities," as he sauntered off leaving a dumbfounded child.
As Endeavour's hulking form disappeared the child let out a disappointed sigh, turning his slumped back to the opposite direction and returning to his parents.
Had he remained for even few more seconds, he would have seen the quaking frame of a young boy with heterochromatic eyes, being tugged along reluctantly by an Endeavour with shadowed eyes.
All Shouto knew now was he was isolated; completely alone. This time though, he has no one to cry too.
"Help." Was all Shouto could coherently think about.
Life for the newly freed, Rei and Izuku was not as liberating as it should have been. Although, Rei's mental state had seen vast improvements, she was still reeling over the loss of her son to that, Bastard.
She was perplexed as to how despite everything she'd done, he still won custody of her other son. After his treatment of Touya he shouldn't have been given a second chance. He was beyond redemption in her eyes.
As for home life Izuku's other siblings Natsuo and Fuyumi were infuriated at the news. They'd spoke to Rei and Izuku for countless hours over the duration of the week. Mainly, to Rei so that she'd able to focus on raising Izuku properly, procure a method to appropriate Shouto into her care and incarcerate that Flaming Garbage.
If there was any consolation, she was happy that she'd taken her sister's advice and pursued a degree in law. Unfortunately her field wasn't family related matters but, much rather her sister's field of expertise. Now was the time for her to plot the fall of that Bastard, legally of course.
After the divorce papers were finalised and signed unwillingly by Enji, Izuku and Rei had unofficially, changed their surname to their Mother's maiden name to Midoriya.
Izuku himself was homeschooled since he was 4 along with Shouto. His intellect and penchant for easily grasping concepts allowed him to excel in his education to the point where he could read kanji at a high school level.
A week had passed since the ordeal and Izuku and his Mother had taken shelter in Inko's apartment, in a relatively wealthy area of the Mustafasu district.
Her apartment was by no means tiny. In fact the petite women had worked her way up the career ladder to earn her a bountiful income which, accommodated for all her needs. Granting her an ample, 3 bed western, apartment.
Unfortunately, her unwavering devotion to her profession lead to her remaining single for the majority of her life. So, when her sister phoned her pleading for assistance, she cordially accepted and warmly welcomed them. After all, the extra company would be wonderful for her monotonous routine.
(A/N: I thought it may be necessary to establish their new living quarters)
Izuku laid in his makeshift room, all his items strewn scraggily across the floor. He'd been unsettled and restless ever since, blasting Endeavour with his quirk.
A week had passed. For a whole week, Izuku had refused to leave his room. For two days he cried his eyes out and refused to eat any food. His brother, had been taken, like he was an object with no feelings at all.
Stolen by him.
When Shouto had departed from Izuku's life, his darker side oozed gradually into his true self. A boy who once possessed a dauntless will, was unsure of himself.
It was a foreign emotion for young Izuku, it is something that every child experiences but in minor amounts. For him, it feels as if he's been struck by a tidal wave of it and now he is currently drowning in it.
As his own self-loathing continued the door frame creaked open.
Light from the hallway leaked into the room, causing a familiar silhouette to be cast on the wall. Izuku wasn't able to see clearly as he was too drowsy to focus.
"Oh Izuku." A soft yet, solemn voice cooed.
Although Izuku was running on fumes, he was able to detect the tremble in her voice.
"God, Mom is trying to be strong for ourselves and yet I've been selfish not letting her take care of me," he berated himself internally for not noticing sooner.
Before his negative train of thought could spiral downwards his Mother had slowly approached him, being careful not to startle her son. She gently caressed his face whilst moving the white lockes from his eyes.
He attempted to make eye contact and surprisingly had the energy to do so. The luminescence from the hallway glimmered in Izuku's eyes, allowing her to see how his once joyous blue orbs had now dulled and were bloodshot red.
No words needed to be spoken, all they needed were each other right now. Both embraced each other tightly, worried that the other would vanish if they let go.
That night the Midoriya family cried themselves to sleep. As Shouto wondered when his torment would cease.
And that's done. I'll try n address what Izuku's quirk is in the next chapter. Expect an update in the next few days and Todoroki's pov too.
If you any advice for me to improve then please leave a review below. If you enjoyed please kudo.
Chapter 3: Crumble and Solidify
A glimpse into Shouto's "new" life, Rei and Inko spar at a private gym, Izuku learns more of his quirk and Izuku's vow.
All of you seem rather discontent with Endeavour's light repercussions and being acquitted for Domestic Abuse.
If you want flaming trash to suffer, then the future shines brightly. We'll get their eventually.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
One. Fucking. Month.
For an entire month Shouto had been trapped. His...captor was merciless in his conditioning with the boy, upping the ante in his training sessions. Instead, of allowing Shouto to collapse from fatigue, he'd provoke him mercilessly. Constantly antagonising his brother for his weakness and insulting his Mother for her ineptitude.
Shouto vowed to never show weakness again, especially in front of him. Sparring became torture for him and he'd train himself into the ground. Even if his body cried out or his muscles no longer wanted to cooperate, the only for these sessions to end was, for Shouto to overexert his body or quirk.
"That is, at least for now," he noted wryly to himself.
For years upon years, Endeavour had beaten it into him to observe his enemy and learn their habits. Shouto's young mind stored away every inkling or snippet of information he gained from their skirmishes. As, despite him being the second ranked hero, Shouto could recognise skill when he saw it. Much to his dismay, Endeavour backed up his claim to that position.
Shouto had acquiesced that, he'd be alone. His family weren't strong enough to take Endeavour down alone at least, in his eyes. The day he'd be able to pummel that bastard into the ground, Shouto would be free.
Envisioning this in his twisted nightmares and lusting for Endeavour's blood. The chilling fracture of that Bastards's bones, ligaments torn and Endeavour's entrails strewn across the ground as, Shouto bathed in his tormentors blood.
However, what caused the child to cackle maniacally in his dreams was the screaming. The ecstacy; the absolutely, euphoric sensation relieved Shouto of any tension. Only momentarily though as, he'd jolt awake wide eyed at how, he'd indulged and took sadistic joy, from Endeavour's hypothetical suffering.
'"It's only a dream." He repeated like a mantra, as he attempted to control his breathing.
Cracks on Shouto's facade began to show.
On the thirtieth night, something was different. No tears were she'd nor, remorse was felt. His heart had hardened slightly. He sat in his bed as he stared blankly, out of the window overlooking Tokyo's skyline.
He'd be damned if he let that bastard walk freely and so help him the system had failed him.
Now it was his turn to attain justice. His fist had clenched subconsciously with his knuckles going white.
"Karma shall come knocking," the boy mused as he let a broken smile taint his child-like features.
Rei Todoroki had never been one for violence. If you'd asked her many years ago how she'd free someone from a hostile villain. She'd take the passive route and lure the villain into talking subsequently ambushing them. In turn, detaining the villain peacefully is the best outcome. After all, despite the stereotype about Villains monologuing it was (perhaps unsurprisingly) existent, in a society full of superhuman individuals.
If you'd ask her now, she'd aim her quirk to immobilise the villain quickly by, encasing half their body in ice, avoiding the hostage and neutralising a threat effectively. She'd never be as trusting to people as she used to be since, everyone wears a mask in public. A facade only broken when on the verge of death or blind to the public eye.
Her departure and weakness in front of Endeavour had made her realise that, she'd need to know the basics of self defence.
Which is why for the last thirty minutes she'd been sharpening her own reflexes by dodging plastic projectiles launched by Inko at varying speeds.
Inko's own quirk psychokinesis was by no means weak. Unlike, her own Cytokinesis Inko had practiced on a daily bases to make sure she was sufficiently apt in combat and quirk control.
Hence, this was why she struggled currently getting close to Inko to counterattack. Whenever she thought she'd find an opening, it was fleeting and a projectile would suddenly, hurtle towards her absurd speeds.
Rei sighed in exasperation as she, nimbly ducked under a plastic bowl aimed at her head, before constructing an ice wall to blind her assailant.
Blinding your opposition wasn't strategically a great move if, it induced the same effect on yourself. Whilst, Rei tried to gain her breath, Inko smirked smugly as she knew she had her on the ropes.
Her next maneuver was pivotal in ending the battle and happened too quickly for Rei's liking.
Inko used her Psychokinesis on herself to launch herself over the ice wall. As soon as Rei was in her range, a green glow appeared in her hand.
Rei was now immobilised, pinned telekinetically to the ice wall.
It was pointless trying to struggle against it as it seemed that this time, Inko was genuinely fighting seriously.
"Yield." She leered menacingly, her green aura not suiting her usually sunny disposition.
Reluctantly Rei admitted her defeat by rasping out "I surrender."
As Inko released her hold, Rei let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. In combat, she realised how terrifying Inko could be as she was relentless when it came to both her offense and defence.
Rei had lasted significantly longer than her previous sessions and if it were any consolation progress was progress.
Once, she'd regained her breath she looked over to Inko who was standing on the other side of the gym area gazing indifferently.
Ice cracked on her skin as, the atmosphere felt colder.
"Let's tango!" She exclaimed as she let out a wave of ice.
Combat would be necessary, worse comes to worse.
Ever since his Mother had come into his room that fateful night Izuku had tried to open up more.
Inko had been a godsend and bless her soul, had the patience of a saint. She wouldn't rush Izuku or irk him when he took to long or was reluctant to do anything. In fact, she was the one that helped him along with his Mother to discover the true nature of his quirk and coaxed him into eating and drinking.
Despite, his reluctance he made sure to dutifully bide by his Mother's wishes for him to enjoy his childhood and train to become stronger. She'd be damned if she let her other child suffer if that Bastard ever tried to steel him.
However, this last month for Izuku had been hell in terms of his own personal training.
His newly manifested quirk was powerful yet, untameable in some ways. It would randomly flare up inadvertently as ice would engulf objects he held or worse, he'd freeze half of his bedroom.
The ice aspect of his quirk was versatile in its own right. However, what was more troublesome was the second aspect of it. Namely, the light aspect of his quirk.
Unlike, Shouto's ability to produce fire from his left side, Izuku was able to produce a blinding white light from his left side. Except, he was able to meld light and solidify it into several different forms.Smaller objects were easier to make like nunchucks or a sai. However, larger ones such as a six foot staff required more precision. Since, only being able to blast Endeavour like he had earlier last month wouldn't bring him any satisfaction or his brother back, if he collapsed shortly after it.
Izuku laughed sardonically at this, as he thought wryly to himself, "That trash would've abused both of us if my quirk had manifested much earlier." He thought cynically.
Each day during the month (since Shouto's disappearance), Izuku would push himself beyond his natural limitations his small body could handle. Once he exhausted his quirk, cardio training to the point of exhaustion was next. He even, requested his Mother to change his diet to facilitate his growth both physically.
He was no fool and appreciated that, rest was just as important for a growing child. However, for a child on quest to satiate his personal vendetta he would push himself. So that, he could save his brother himself.
The day Shouto had been snatched away, Izuku's golden heart had been entwined with the darkness buried within him.
He vowed to himself, he would destroy Endeavour in every sense of the word.
He opened file he'd retrieved after, hacking into Endeavour's database.
The file was entitled, "DABI."
"Let the pedestal begin to crumble." Izuku mused ruefully to himself, as he opened the encrypted document.
And let the preparation begin. Next chapter shall glimpse into Endeavour's mind and his perspective.
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