I'm Not the One Who Decides

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My Hero Academia

"Hi there" normal Speech

'Hi there' Internal thought

"Listen well, team." Monster, Quirk, All Might form voice or Electrical voice.

"Heroes Save City" Titles of Books, Articles, Names on Signs, etc.

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Chapter 4: Hellfire vs. Hellfire

It was early in the morning when Naomasa looked around at the parking lot that was a scorched battlefield. The school didn't come out of unscathed either, every single window as shatter, and there were burn marks that decorated nearly every inch of the building like a shadow that consumed the building. He walked over to one of the CSI, who had the head of a lizard and asked the question he hoped that would be answered tonight "What happened here,"

The woman was in the middle of jotting down notes with his hand above the paper making words appear on the page "What didn't happen?" she pointed over at the place that was once a parking lot "That place was scorched so bad I doubt we will find a thing," then pointed over at the school "Besides some missing paint the school is relatively unharmed," and then she pointed at the ambulance where EMTs were closing the backdoors "That is also one burnt to hell corpse. I hope dental records will be able to give us something," she wrote something down again on her pad.

Naomasa just rubbed his eyes as his frustration grew, he already saw that there was no helpful evidence again. This reeked of the monster that has been killing the yakuza and other criminals. This was not the unusual M.O. of the monster to target civilians, but the monster nearly destroyed the whole area for one person? It was not adding up, 'What the hell is going on?' Naomasa thought.

Then one of the cops came rushing over to him, "Sir! We found a street camera that points in this direction," he said while saluting Naomasa. The man was someone he regularly saw around the precinct but never bothered to get the man's name.

It took a second for the news to register for Naomasa, who immediately started to bark out orders, "Get me that video and have it sent to me at the precinct. A.S.A.P!" He smiled as he started to walk away, finally a break in the case. He got into a car and drove off to the Precinct.

Izuku's Garage

Izuku sat in his garage, leaning against the door of his car. He was bleeding from a cut on his head, and his breathing was labored. He may have bruised or broken a rib, he didn't know. His clothing was stained with his blood, and maybe that of Endeavors, he did not know. He wasn't healing. He had no idea why either. The Rider usually took care of his body, but after the fight tonight, it was taken its sweet time doing the job. As he tried to get up again, only to fall back down again and cry out in pain, "Ah fuck!" He thanked that it was soundproof, he would have to worry about both neighbors and police. Everything was hurting, and it wasn't stopping. He had no idea how he got here. All he remembered was giving control to the Rider.

He groaned again and tried to stand up, but to no avail. He fell again this time, landing on his side wallowing on the cold concrete floor. Izuku punched the ground in frustration hard enough that he heard the bones pop. He didn't register the new pain in his body, too much of it already pre-occupying the nerves. He contemplated that events of tonight 'Tonight, what happened tonight I cannot let happen again.' He then pushed himself up off the ground and stumbled, falling onto the side of the car, holding the roof for support. He regulates his breathing as he then pushes himself off the car to help keep his feet underneath him.

It doesn't work as he starts to stumble and then falls into the workbench causing the tools to rattle. The impact makes a single framed photo begin to shake and fall forward, hiding the picture inside. Izuku groaned as the clattering caught his attention, he gingerly picked it up. The picture was of him as young boy maybe six or seven, his mother was squatted down behind him her arms around him stomach hugging him close and her head was over his shoulder smiling into the camera. The picture, however, was torn as there was a hand on Inko's shoulder, but nobody connected to it. Izuku looked to his mother. She had suffered through so much already, from loss, betrayal, and now almost being alone. He then leered at the empty space before he put back up properly.

Izuku then stood up and walked towards the metal door of his garage, he pulled the chain to open the door walked out. He looked at the backend of the car and then shut the door before locking it. The night was nearly at an end. The sounds of sirens blared as they drove by, making Izuku worry he was found out. However, as the sirens blared while driving by, they all eventually died out as they passed. He groaned as he stepped to the stairs that lead to his apartment. He inhaled and exhaled rapidly as he took the first step up with his right foot. His body screamed at him for trying to do this act, but he did it any way he then looked at the small set of stairs, 'Five more to go,' he thought. They would be the hardest five steps of his life.

Precinct

Naomasa sat in a back room where he all "The Monster" case and its findings were kept. He was desperate to see what happened to the school. He fiddled with a flip-lighter in his hand, opening it and then closing it. He had quit smoking years ago, but this case was tempting him to go out on the roof of the precinct and light one. At least to help with the lack of sleep and food deprivation. He kept flipping it his thoughts racing 'Almost there,' Suddenly the door burst open and a fellow officer popped his head in. The head is that of a ginger tabby cat and a golden bell around his neck. This was Sansa Tamakawa, and in his hands was not a video, but a folder. He came into the room saluted, "Sir! I brought something that may interest you," he said and put the folder out for Naomasa take.

Naomasa sighed as he looked at the cat-faced man, "Sansa-san, please leave. I am waiting for something important," he said tiringly. He was in no mood for games or any other problem with the case being so close to being solved.

Sansa, however, was not deterred as he still stood at attention, still presenting the folder, "Sir, I believe you'll want to see this," Sansa had gotten the report on the body that was at the scene. He had taken the opportunity to review the file. He was sure this would be right up Naomasa's alley.

Seeing that the beat cop had not taken the hint, he grabbed the folder, "Fine, I will take a look at the folder, now please Sansa-san leave me be," Naomasa said groggily.

Sansa was satisfied as he saluted the detective again and smiled, "I promise, sir. You will find this interesting," he turned and walked out the door smiling to himself. He wanted to help his superior as much as possible, and he hopes that the file he gave would do that. He walked out of the station to go back on patrol.

Naomasa threw the folder onto the desk, where it skidded across the top nearly out of reach. Naomasa was just glad to have his peace of mind back. All he had to do was wait, and he would make the case of his career and be left alone by the chief. So he sat and continued to fiddle with his lighter. He did this for some time before finally, the waiting got to him. He got up to go to the roof and have that cigarette that had been tempting him.

As he opened the door, the sudden airflow that entered made a small breeze that ruffled the papers of the board of information that pertained to the monster, and most importantly the file he was given burst open and the papers scattered off the table and fluttered onto the floor like a feather. Naomasa sighed as he walked up to the disheveled folder and kneeled down to collect the papers back into the folder. While he put the folder back in one piece, he got a glimpse at the name that was on the tab of the folder. It read: Satō, Akira.

Naomasa groaned as he caught a glimpse of a photo that went with the file. Thanks to years of being a beat cop and detective were making his instincts scream to look at the file. He looked at his watch on his wrist, seeing it was almost morning; five twenty-two to be exact. He sighed as he knew the tapes would be in about an hour or two, so maybe this could pass the time. He looked at the lighter he had placed on the table when he went to clean up the file, 'At least it's better than smoking,' he thought as he sat down and opened the file and began to read.

Midoriya Apartment

Izuku had managed to drag himself up the small flight of steps, but not without great difficulty. He was right now had left arm on the door, his head leaning on it as a way to try somehow to make the pain go away. He dug into his jacket pocket for the keys and struggled to get them into the lock, "Come on, damnit," he told himself. He had been trying to open the door for nearly ten minutes. Swearing at himself worked as he was able to get open the locked door. When he stepped inside, he did not notice his boot left a bloody boot print.

The apartment was dark, as he went in. He could not see a thing in front of him, but luckily the years of living in the apartment gave him a muscle memory of being able to maneuver in the dark. He quickly made it to the closet that held the washing machine and dryer. He put everything he wore except his boxers in the washer. He closed the lid quietly to try and not to wake his mother. He tip-toed his way to his room when he came upon the sound of grunting and whimpering coming from the bathroom. Izuku walked up and heard the sound of his mother. He gently knocked on the door, calling to her, "Mom, are you okay?" There was no response to the question for a couple of minutes. She was still trying to not need him, "Alright, I am coming in," he said, walking in on his mother.

The scene before him made the hair on the back of his neck stand up as he came upon his mother bleeding from her head semi-conscious. She looked up at him in shock as she tried to push herself up, "Izuku, what are you doing? I am fine; I can…" Izuku instantly scooped her up in his arms and brought her to her chair and place her in it. He kneeled down to get eye level with his mother as he tried to examine the injury she had. She tried to light push him away from her as he looked at her head wound.

Izuku was fidgeting over his mother as he tried to get a look at while she was pushing him away. When she tried to push him away for the third time, he firmly caught her hands to show he was serious and not trying to hurt her, "Mom! Stop! I am trying to see if you are okay," he yelled and explained. Inko stopped fighting as she sat pouting like a child in her chair. Izuku looked at the cut that was near her temple, before going to the cabinet mirror and pulling out a bandage and disinfectant spray. He sprayed and applied the bandage to her head as she sat in her chair, not uttering a word or a sound, "Alright, all done. How did you end up like thi...?" he was about to ask as she wheeled herself out of the bathroom. Izuku stayed kneeled down as he watched his mother rudely leave. He sighed as she was seemed to be hell-bent on doing acting like she did not need any help. He stood up and turned the lights out as we walked out as he heard the door saw the door to his mother's room close. He went to his room and did the same as his mother. Even the softness of his mattress caused him the groan as his body ached.

Precinct

As he read over the file of Akira Satō, his blood boiled. Never in his life had he wanted to bring in a criminal or villain so bad. As he read over what the police had gathered, the picture being drawn for him was a man who was the ideal perfect citizen. He paid his taxes, he graduated from college with a teaching degree at the top of his class. He spent most of his time and money on helping children. The one weird flag that came up in his file was that he was single. It didn't match his profile of the type of person she was. Usually, a man like this caught the eye of both women and men alike. If he was a loner or shy person, this would fit his profile, but he had been present at multiple events for the school and charities. Naomasa looked at the picture of him at a gala of some sort. Akira had a glass of champagne in his hand and mingled with a variety of people. All of them seemed to be wooed.

Naomasa suddenly felt a twitch in his eye from his lack of sleep. This guy was all over the place in terms of creating a profile. If he was to create a profile on that man, it would read on the way to the high road of life. The only problem was the public image did not match the private image. This guy had mix signals about him. It was as if he wanted people to see him, but not all of him. That only brought one thought to Naomasa's mind 'He is hiding something,' His thoughts were broken when a knock on his door made him rush to the door. Opening it and seeing that there was Sansa with a DVD in his hands saluting. Naomasa put his hand out expectantly, and Sansa delivered it, "I hope this helps sir," he said and then closed the door.

Naomasa immediately went to the table where a laptop sat waiting to be used. It took a second to play the file within the DVD, making Naomasa snarl in aggravation. It popped up, and finally, the video played. It was not the best quality, only being black and white in color. The camera was at the perfect angle giving it a downward look at the parking lot. The only downside was the video was from far away. The video opened up with an American muscle car pulled in and parked at the far end of the parking lot away from every car, so the car was facing the camera. Naomasa took notes while watching the video. He wrote the direction the car came from and how it seemed to wait for its target. He skipped forwards for some time until it was dark out, and only two cars were left in the parking lot.

Then the moment finally came as the doors of the school open, and Akira walked out of the school. Naomasa leaned in close watching the events play out, it seemed Akira was spooked or noticed the muscle car. When the lights of the car were turned on, Akira waved the driver off. Then the car jerked forwards and then stopped. Naomasa could see Akira yell at the car. Then the car charged forward, and Akira tried to move out of the way. Naomasa flinched as he watched the man's legs get caught up under the wheels. Naomasa gasped at the brutality that was displayed. Never in his many years on the force had he experienced what happens before he got to a scene. As he saw the car door open, Naomasa leaned in with anticipation, he was about to get a look of the face of the killer. Sadly his luck was not that good. The window of the car door blocked his view, and it was closed the killer had his back towards the camera, "Sonuvabitch!" Naomasa yelled, nearly throwing both pencil and notebook through the glass windows of the little office. He then continued to watch as there was an exchange between Akira and the teen.

When the teen threw a punch to the face of Akira, he suddenly paused. Naomasa began writing franticly as Akira's entire demeanor changed from a pleading victim to a manic psychopath. Naomasa stopped writing when he could see Akira laugh maniacally as he flung his wrists at the teen. Naomasa put two and two together immediately. Akira surrendered to the teen putting his wrists to the man. The manic look of a captured psychopath was then turned to horror as Akira's face showed fear as he talked again. The teen's head gave way as to a flaming skull, making Naomasa reel back in a mixture of fear and disgust. He quickly recovered as he witnessed the transformed teen reel back a gloved hand with a fireball growing in the open palm, before casting it down onto Akira, killing him.

The monster stared down for a second at the corpse of the teacher unmoved by what he had done. Then a flaming tornado engulfed the teen. At the edge of the camera, Endeavor came into view. Endeavor seemed to be unimpressed at first, but then the flame tornado was destroyed. It then seemed that Endeavor was winning the fight. Nothing the teen did was anything to the hero. Endeavor kicked the teen into the hood of the car and then slide off the to the side, so he had cover. Endeavor walked over while talking. He got around the cover when he hit in the face making the hero skip across the asphalt. Endeavor stood tall for a moment talking, and then it charged at the transformed teen. Naomasa now knew the fight was just beginning.

Last Night

Two fires clashed against one another. It was like watching two comets smash into one another. Every collision made the flames burn bright, and the temperature rise. The asphalt was reverting to a molten mess. The paint from the school melted, relieving old brick underneath. Only three things were unaffected; the two people in the center of the inferno and Izuku's car.

In the middle of two walking firebombs were Endeavor with a manic look in his eye. He was having the time of life. This was what he wanted. He wanted to a true challenge, and when heard about the monster that was killing villains, yakuza, criminal, and even civilians, he thought all of them were an exaggeration. He was slammed with a chain wrapped fist to the face, slightly stunning him. He had been so wrong, and he was glad he was. Now he had a chance to test his power against someone who could take a beating and dish it back to him. He was enjoying this fight. Endeavor spat out some blood from his mouth and yelled, "Is that the best you got? Monster!?" he challenged.

Across the parking lot was Izuku, who let the Rider take complete control of his body. The Rider narrowed its eyes, not liking being taunted by this sinful man. Izuku had given it complete control of his body, and right now, all the powers he had been using for the past couple of months had been fully powered up. What angered it even more than the taught was the hero in front of him had dubbed his Quirk Hellfire. It would show him what true Hellfire really was. It gave a roar and shot a red-hot chain forward, looking to take the hero's head off.

Endeavor maneuvered out of it the path of the chain, but the monster continued to whip the chain towards the hero, not giving him up so easily. He had seen that it was encased in fire and was intrigued by what he saw. The monster had ability similar to his own, but he hand never tried to transfer his fire like that. It was something to contemplate later as he brought the monster in. Endeavor had gotten used to the speed of the chains rushing at and reached out and grabbed the chain with ease. Using his strength began to pull the Rider off his feet and then swing the Rider around like a top before slamming him into the asphalt. He watched as the impact in the asphalt left a deep indent where he could no longer see where the monster.

He started to chuckle lightly underneath his breath until he sucked air through his teeth as he felt pain in the hand he gripped the chain with. He looked at his hand, seeing the parts of his glove and shirt that touched the chain were now burned away, leaving an imprint of the chain. He didn't have time to look more into it as fire erupted from the crater where the monster was crashed into. Endeavor smiled and stood spreading his arms out in bravado, "You really are something special! I haven't been hurt in such a long time!" he called out. Endeavor started to pace back and forth, "You better not be done yet! I want this to last as long as it can!" he yelled. The flames grew on his arms and body, responding to his battle cry.

Slowly the Rider pulled itself out of the hole, and fire became more intense. It was angered by the attack. It narrowed the flames it had for eyes at the human. The man stood there, grinning and calling out to it, mocking it, thinking he could defeat it. The Rider sensed everything within the man. The man was dark, evil, his sins vast and many. Endeavor strutted towards the Rider, a fireball forming in his hand and a grin on his lips. The Rider pulled a chain hard upwards, making Endeavor stop in his tracks as he heard the ground creak and crack in the parts that were still semi-solid. A chain burst through the ground and like serpent lashed out, smacking Endeavor in the chest, making him skid back. Endeavor grabbed the spot in pain, not noticing the chain slither around his ankle still buried in the molten asphalt.

Feeling the chain tighten, the Rider pulled and Endeavor into the hot asphalt. The ground caved upwards as underground Endeavor was thrashed around. The ground opened up and brought up Endeavor who was bloody and covered in pieces of asphalt, some part of his clothing stained black. Endeavor doesn't let the monster off easy for what he did. He sends an uppercut to the monster's jaw. The impact of the hit causes it to fly into the air, the feet reaching eye level. Endeavor grabbed for its ankle and, with a quick jerk, slammed it to the ground. The Rider kicked Endeavor in the face, which made the man feel a bone crack in his nose, and his teeth shake. Quickly the Rider wraps the chain around Endeavor's arm and then around his body pinning the arm to keep it restricted.

The Rider followed up by hooking its leg around the hero's neck and using it as leverage climbed, so it was sitting on the man's shoulders. It then rained down elbows on the hero's head like a hammer to a nail. Endeavor groaned as he felt the powerful blows rattle down his spine. He groaned and grunted as each blow landed, he looked up and was gifted with an elbow. The Rider stopped his assault and went to grab the hero's face. Endeavor looked up through a mixture of sweat and blood as he glared at the monster, and it glared back. Taking a break in the assault, Endeavor used his free hand to grab the back of the jacket of the monster and, with all his strength, slammed the monster to the ground.

The Rider laid in the ground as Endeavor, in a rage, kneeled over the monster and began bombarding the face of the monster with fire enhanced punches. The Rider took a handful of blows before trapping the arm and then going for a triangle hold. The Rider spun the chain into its freehand, coating the chain around his fist as it landed multiple punches on the hero's face.

Endeavor growled as he absorbed the blows, this thing was getting annoying as it attacked him. It was pissing him off. Not only could it take a beating, but it could also dish it out as well. Endeavor went to grab ahold of the monster with his free hand, but it let go and got to its feet, and then stomped on his face. Endeavor, in a rage, throws a flaming uppercut as he let out a battle cry.

The Rider took the blow to its chin bone but fired back with a heavy blow to Endeavor's ribs, making the hero grit his teeth in pain. Endeavor brought a fist down connecting the cross block the Rider formed. It did not stop as the punch still have enough force behind it to make the Rider skid back. Endeavor jumped high in the air and condensed a small condensed firebomb in his hands as he shot it downward. Midway from its descent to the ground, it turned into multiple mini firebombs that scattered about to rain down fire onto The Rider endured it, the fires of Earth would never actually do damage to him, but it did feel the impact of the hits. It put up a guard, each blast of fire washed it like the wind. Each impact caused smoke and debris to blur the line of sight.

Endeavor acted quickly and used the smoke as cover as he waited for the last of his firebombs to impact the monster. As it made the final impact, he came barreling out of the smoke to the monster's side. Endeavor's fist made contact with the face of the monster as he roared, letting a stream of flame engulf and take the monster away in the stream of fire. Endeavor smirked as he continued to pour more and more energy into his fire stream. The smirk disappeared when a demonic roar came from the blaze as it contorted in on itself. It fluctuated for a brief second and then blow outwards. Standing there, unharmed, roaring and arms stretched out upwards was the monster. Endeavor grit his teeth, frustration, and exhaustion were getting the better of him at this moment. Endeavor was sweating profusely. Even though it was the summer, it was cool out. It was the drawback of his quirk. If he used it for too long, he would overheat, which would cause him to be unable to activate his quirk until his body temperature became regulated again.

Endeavor panted heavily as he yelled out, "What the hell are!?" Endeavor had fought the most wanted villains in all of Japan and some from around the world. None of them could stand up to him like this monster has. This pissed him off, he was strong, stronger than every other hero in Japan, besides All Might. He then rushed fast and let out an assault that was like a wild animal. Every hit was heavy, having his full strength behind all of them.

The Rider narrowed its eyes as the charge came at it. It dodged and evaded the best it could with the body it had. The boy, while strong, and full of potential, was not adequate to fight a hero of this caliber. It countered ducking under a wild haymaker and brought its own haymaker to the ribs of the hero. It then jumped, sending a knee to the side of Endeavor's head. It put a hand on his shoulder to balance itself and sent another knee just for good measure, which sent the stunned hero to his one knee.

Endeavor left out a cry of pain and then retaliated, swiping a hulking backhand at the monster, which caused it to fly backward. He heaved a heavy breath as he yelled while charging at the monster. Endeavor sent flaming punches, which made the monster dance around and avoid the attack. Endeavor, however, was using this as a ploy. He noticed the area where he had rained fire down on the monster had melted to the point it was like mud. The monster continued to counter him, but he took them while he backing him into the pit. When it went to take a step back when it found it could not move. Endeavor smiled, "Rookie mistake you little pest," he taunted. The monster then whipped the chain towards Endeavor, to try and stall so it could get free. Endeavor grabbed the wrist of the monster and put enough pressure on it, so the monster dropped it. Endeavor grabbed it by the top of its flaming skull and held him up high, the flames of the skull slightly burning him. He didn't care about that; he had gotten his hands on the monster, "You are worthy of being called a monster. You stood your ground and fought me on even ground. Hell, you actually managed to burn me!" his voice was a mixture of anger and happiness. The monster tried to lash out at the fist that was gripping its head.

Endeavor started to charge flames around the head of the monster as it reached for his thumb, "This ends here!" He then let the explosion of flame within his hand go outward. The monster went flying across the parking lot. The impact of the fall caused the monster to slightly be bounced on impact. Endeavor now focused all the fire in the center of his body, causing him to glow as he continued to concentrate and grit his teeth. It continued to grow brighter as he put every bit of fire that he could produce, "This is the end for you. Now try this! Monster! Prominence Burn!" He launched a concentrated beam of fire right at the monster who could do nothing as it was engulfed by the blast. The beam was as bright as the sun, making dark of night gone for a few seconds. Endeavor stood there, panting as steam was coming off his body. The flames that danced around his arm, legs, face, and chest were now gone. The attack left him completely out of flames. Endeavor dropped down to a knee in exhaustion, sweat poured off him, and he was unbelievably hot, getting no reprieve from the occasional gust of air that blew in the night air.

When the beam contacted with the Rider, the fire left a molten path where Endeavor stood. The Rider writhed from the flames. The flames the hero produced were similar to those of the true hellfire. After the flames died down, the Rider possessed Izuku laid in the trench made by the attack. It was now just a simple skeleton with no flames coming out of it. It was beaten. This was humiliating! The boy's body was beaten, and the spirit itself was nearly broken from that last attack. Never in all the years, it brought vengeance to those who called it had it ever experienced anything like this. It could give excuses that the host's body was young and not ready for its full power. That it was ill-equipped to deal with a hero of this caliber. That it was up against an opponent that had a power similar to its own. Suddenly the body in the trench started to slightly shake like it was hit by a strong breeze. The Rider's eyes were now back in the skull as it roared into the night eye, and an explosion of fire came from its body.

Endeavor watched as the explosion that was like volcano erupting was coming from the place the Rider was. The flames that exploded upward lit the night sky up to a point it looked like the sun had come out. Unlike his Prominence Burn, this flame was a dark red almost like it was from hell itself, how little he knew he was true. Suddenly the monster lightly floated in the air. Endeavor thought he saw wings form from the fire behind it, but not that of an angel. It was more if the wings belonged to death itself. Suddenly chains shot out of the monster. Like serpents that launched in the air slithering towards Endeavor. The whole time it happened, the monster continued to let out a roar of a demonic scream.

Endeavor tried to feebly fight off the chains as they aggressively wrapped around him and tightening around his neck, arms, legs, waist, and wrists like anacondas. Endeavor gaged as his air supply was taken from him. He was then reeled into the monster as he was dragged through the air, and occasionally he was bounced off the ground as he came towards the monster. He was then suddenly stopped when he was slammed into the hand of the monster by his throat, the chains around his other appendages still holding him. This was the best view Endeavor had gotten of the monster as it held him. What confused him the most was it was not going for the kill. It just stared at him for a second. Suddenly he heard the echo of a child crying in pain. Endeavor suddenly he looked around, thinking there was a child in danger. Then he heard a woman cry out, again she sounded like an echo. Finally, he heard a gruff voice say, "Another failure. Get out of my sight!" this time, he recognized his own voice. He was confused; it was something he said years ago back when he first trained his eldest child. Then there was the groans of pain, his laughter, and the screaming of men and women who were accidentally caught up in his attacks. He looked up as he saw the eye of the monster swirl like vortexes, why the hell was it staring? Endeavor had never felt fear like this. He was a hero who stared down villains who had killed hundreds like it was nothing. So why did he fear it? Why did he hear all these sounds? He finally found his voice and asked, "What are you?"

The Rider then leaned in slightly closer and, in a demonic voice, told the hero what it was, "Vengeance," and then let out a roar as it stared directly into Endeavor's eyes. Suddenly the man went limp in the Rider's hands and his glazed over while continuing to stare.

Endeavor found himself in a dark empty space. He looked around, wondering what was going and where the monster was, "Where are you!?" nothing answered back, "Where am I!?" again nothing answered back. Suddenly an inferno erupted around him. The fire then acted as a mirror. He was able to see himself in the reflection. The voices started to come back again. He looked around and slowly within the flames were scenes playing out. Some of them he knew very well, and some he had no recollection at all. Then suddenly, the mirrors started to get closer and closer. As they got closer, the heat became more unbearable, and he started to fall to his knees, noticing he was slowly sinking into the flames at his feet. He suddenly caught a glance of him beating Shoto while training as the boy begged him to stop. Another he saw was him walking away from a citizen that was begging him to save them while he ignored them, and they died. The sight of him burning a criminal who already surrendered. He then saw one of his middle sons leave the house, never to return. He then saw him watching as his wife was taken by orderlies while wrapped in a straitjacket. Every horrible deed he had ever done had come back to get him. He still tried to resist as he sunk lower and lower to into the flames.

Endeavor's body suddenly reacted to the distress of his soul. Slowly but surely, his hand generated a small flame. Endeavor was groaning and screaming as he let out a bellow, and a beam of flame hit the monster in the chest, sending it flying back. Hitting it caused him to be released from whatever it had done to him. He slowly got up and began to run, where he did not know. He crashed through the fence and ran off into the cold night.

The Rider had gotten up from the asphalt and watched the hero leave. The hero had a strong will to break through the Penance Stare. It went to purse when suddenly the body of the boy began to revert back to normal. The Rider was starting to lose control of the body. If the boy regained control now, he would pass out on the spot. Acting quickly, the Rider whistled for the car to come around. The car came to it as usual and opened the door for the Spirit of Vengeance. The Rider dragged itself into the car and gave a silent command for the car to go to the boy's home. The car, always the loyal dog, did as it was told and drove off, leaving behind the battleground.

Precinct

Naomasa stared in shock at what he had just watched, then pen and pad gone from his hands at this point and now on the ground. He saw the second-ranked hero in Japan just get in a fight with the monster, which looked to be a teenaged boy and was fought him to a standstill. This was something unheard of in all the years he had been associated with heroes and being a cop. The second overall ranked hero in Japan was not the exact ideal symbol of a hero. He was crude, rude, and frightening, but he still went out every day saving lives, fighting villain, the list goes on.

He started thinking of what his next step was when he started running. He burst through the door of the small office as he made his to the roof to make a set of phone calls. Naomasa got there and seeing a handful of police taking a smoke break that was going to be cut short, "Everyone get lost," he ordered. He then was about to receive back talk he snapped, "Get off the fucking roof! That's an order!" all them scurried away as fast as they could.

He pulled out his cellphone and began dialing. He waited for a second until he heard someone answering the phone, "Commissioner," it was the gruff voice of the dog-headed man. Naomasa wasn't surprised the man worked more than he did and was probably in the office early this morning.

"Sir, I have something you will want to see," Naomasa answered, "We have footage of the monster," he ended immediately. He could hear the sound of movement from the other end of the line.

"I am on my way. I want a debrief when I get there," the line was disconnected. Naomasa wanted to sigh in relief. However, he needed to make one more phone call.

He called the contact in his phone and waited, "Hello?" a tired voice answered.

Naomasa was not surprised he was asleep. It was just about dawn, "Yagi, listen I need you to get in contact with Endeavor right now," he said urgently.

The line was silent for a second, "Why? Why do you need to talk to Endeavor?" the tired voice asked.

"Endeavor fought the monster… Yagi, I think he needs help," he told his friend the dire situation.

Immediately he got a response "I am on my way to contact him," the line disconnected again. Naomasa sighed as he felt a gust of cool morning wind brush his face. He had a feeling this whole situation was about to get so much worse. He wanted that cigarette now.

Midoriya Apartment

Midoriya was up early as he was already dressed in his coveralls by the time his alarm clock went off. He was fully healed. It seemed his powers were back in full throttle. He did notice some blood on the sheets, it was nothing dramatic just enough to look like he cut his ankle. He would wash it later when he got home tonight. He groaned as he rotated his shoulder, still feeling the pain of last night's battle. He left the room and found breakfast on the table and mother sitting on the couch watching the morning news. Izuku sat down and ate while his mother continued to try and ignore him. Izuku finished his breakfast, cleaned his plate in the sink, and went to the door of the apartment. As Izuku was about to open the door, he suddenly looked up as if looking for guidance. He stared for a second until he found his resolve. He walked back to the living room and walked in front of the television, snatching the remote that was on the coffee table and turned it off. Inko was confused at first when she saw Izuku come back into the room and walked in front of the television. At first, she continued to try and stare through to see the show, but when he turned it off, she protested, "Izuku! I was watching that!" she told him.

Izuku sat in the chair so he could look at her and be at eye level, "We need to talk, mom," Inko tried to wheel herself away, but was stopped when Izuku put his foot on one of the wheels to stop her. Inko looked down and tried to shake her son off, but to no avail, "Mom just stop and talk to me!" Izuku shouted.

Inko looked at him, her eyes ready to spill tears, "I will talk when you agree to go back to school!" she responded, slightly louder than she wanted.

Izuku sighed. She was still pissed about that? Izuku closed his eyes in aggravation when he heard a thud. He opened his eyes and saw his mother on the ground. He immediately went to her to try and help her. His mother shooed him away "I don't need your help!" she spat out.

Izuku was hurt by her remark as he watched her get back in the chair and try to wheel herself away, but was stopped when Izuku grabbed her armrests to stop her. Inko stared in the soft eyes of her son as he tried to speak calmly to her, "Why won't you let me take care of you?"

Something inside Inko snapped as all her pain and frustration finally came to surface, "I am the parent! I am supposed to take care of you, not the other way around!" She was frustrated, with herself, with her son, being stuck in the damn wheelchair and that she couldn't be a mother to her son

Izuku sat back on his heels and looked at his mother with a sad, hurt expression. He gently spoke to her, "We're supposed to take care of each other," and with that, he stood. He gently kissed her cheek and spoke once "I won't ever stop taking care of you," he spoke with all his heart, "You're all I have," he then flashed her a smile. Inko started to cry from the mixture of the love her son had for her and the smile he displayed. She hadn't seen him smile since the accident that landed her in the chair. Before she could say anything, he was gone, and the sound of the door opening and closing was all she heard. She made a vow to make it up to him. She got an idea and went to the phone. She waited for only a few seconds until someone answered.

Todoroki Household

Shoto Todoroki was lying asleep in his room, exhausted by the workout regimen that his father had placed on him. His father was a cold and unmoving man who only wanted a legacy that could and would outlast All Might. He had even gone as far as to marry his wife Rei to have a child that would inherit both his fire quirk and her ice quirk. He would train every child that came along. After his oldest sister Fuyumi and two older brothers Toya and Natsuo, were unable to gain both either only having their father's quirk or none, he finally got what he wished in Shoto. He grew up with a normal family setting playing with his siblings, and his mother loved him with all her heart. That all changed, however, when his quirk began to emerge. The quirk was called Half-Hot Half-Cold, and it was exactly what Endeavor wanted. The young man had been put through hell since the time his powers had manifested as a young boy. His father would train him day in and day out. The boy's body would be so beaten and bruised he could hardly move from the spot he fell. Toya eventually left the family one day never to be seen again, unable to deal with the strain of being the "heir" of Endeavor.

His siblings would not help in fear of their father as he didn't want Shoto distracted by them; he would call them "Mistakes, that do not need his attention." What eventually made this worse was after all the years of abuse and spirit shattering training, his mother, who was always a light in his world, had tried to kill him. It was a day that would live on forever in his nightmares. She had called him into the kitchen, which he eagerly did. When he came into the kitchen, her back was to him, a pot of boiling water on the stove. His mother turned and immediately grabbed him roughly, so he was face to face with his mother. The look on her face still horrifies him to this day. With her manic look, she told him, "You look just like him," before she splashed boiling hot water on him, which gave him a red scar around his left eye. The result of the incident was his mother entering a psychiatric hospital, leaving him to his father's whims.

His father didn't let up on him on the least. In fact, his father pushed him even harder, and because of this, Shoto became cold towards everyone. Every day was a "test," as his father would say. Every day was a lesson that would mold him into a hero. He would become a hero using only his mother's half of his quirk. He did this out of his love for her and his hatred for his father. His childhood was never the same. His father remained the same, training him into the ground day in and day out. However, his sister, Fuyumi, became the new source of comfort for him in the place of his mother. She became a schoolteacher and that caring, nurturing nature she always had helped the young boy, and later teens to have some form of support.

When he got to high school, he worked hard and kept his promise to never use his father's side of his quirk. He was to become the next great hero of the generation, and when he was accepted in the U.A. without even taking the entrance examination, Endeavor's plan was beginning to look successful. He was going to succeed All Might and his father.

His red and white hair stuck out from the covers; he was dead to the world. That was until he heard glass breaking and a loud cry of pain. He groggily throws the blanket off him, revealing he was shirtless and wearing a pair of pajama bottoms. He got up and walked down the hall and came upon the kitchen. There in his torn costume was the battered and bruised visage of Endeavor or Enji Todoroki, who was trying to clean up broken glass.

Shoto just sighed as he turned to walk away. He was too tired to deal with his father this early in the morning, so he went to go back to bed when his father called out "Shoto, come here," Enji was sitting down at the kitchen table in a chair with an empty mug in front of him and another mug next to him in front of his neighboring seat.

Shoto groaned and came over to his father, "Yes?" he asked in annoyance. While his father, he could see his father was in a fight last night while on patrol. His father had wanted to see if he

"Could you make me some coffee?" he weakly lifted the cup to Shoto, who raised an eyebrow at the question. His father was beaten up, sure, but he would never have asked anymore for help. Even if he was dying on the floor, he would have rather wallow on the ground then ask for any help. This was strange beyond comprehension for Shoto.

"I just want to say I'm… sorry for everything, For the way I treated you, for what happened with your mother," he whispered out. He was getting tired, but he didn't know why, but he seemed to want to make a confession to everyone in the family, more towards his youngest son. Whatever the monster did to him, gave him quite the scare.

Shoto raised an eyebrow at the remark, he was beginning to get weirded out, "What's gotten into you?" he asked as he started to make the coffee for his father. The water started to heat up.

Enji just chuckled at the question before he shrugged and spoke, "Beats the hell outta me," he then looked at his son's back at the coffee pot, "Just felt like saying it," a small smile starting to spread across his face. The coffee went into the pot, starting first as a handful of drops, then eventually streaming into the pot like a faucet running water.

Shoto grunted before taking the pot and pouring the coffee into the mug for his father. Shoto looked at his father and was immediately drawn to his face. He had an expression of satisfaction, almost like had fulfilled a purpose, "Pour yourself a cup," Enji said as he slides the mug in front Shoto, gave a puzzling look at his, who just continued to stare at him with that weird expression. The coffee was letting off steam while within the mug.

Shoto was about to just leave the pot of coffee on the table and go back to bed, but the look made him stop. His father looked tired and wanting, so he did as he asked groaning, "Fine," he poured himself a cup and continued to stand, not taking the seat next to his father. He took a short sip, the drink causing a pleasant heat to course through his body, "This is weird," Shoto said plainly, his father never did things like since the time he could remember.

Enji nodded in agreement with his son's statement, "You know? In all this time since you have been born, we never had a complete family meal. Your mother, you, Toya, Fuyumi and Natsuo, sure. But not me," Enji took a sip before staring at the steaming cup. The heat of the liquid has no effect, it was like drinking room temperature water to him. Enji let the smile fade from his lips, and he looked at his with neutrality, "I always kept you all at a distance. What a fool I've been," The statement made him grimace at his own stupidity of his youth.

Shoto scuffed as he put the coffee cup down on the table, "Whatever, this is, can it wait until I showered and get dressed?" he said sharply, glaring at his father. This had to be another test of some sort. His father loved his little tests. Shoto made his way to the bathroom to get the early morning ritual out of the way. It was already out of sorts thanks to his father.

Enji just gave a grunt, and again a smile graced his face, "Yeah sure. We can talk after Shoto," he said, Shoto continued on to his tasks, if he heard it Enji did not know. As Shoto disappeared around the corner, he then looked out at the window that was above the sink. The early morning sun was shining already, promising a warm day. Enji's eyes began to get heavy as he stared at the window, "Rei would have loved this father-son moment," he said to himself. He started to ache, his body hurt more and more. He closed his eyes as, and when they opened again, they were crusted over as if they had been burned before his eyelids drooped halfway. His chest rose and fall. It did so in a moderate rhythm, and then it was less frequent. Eventually, it stopped.

As Shoto came back in the kitchen after he had cleaned himself. He was wearing a simple blue polo, jeans and white sneakers. He walked down the hallway that led to the kitchen and before he saw the table, he called out, "Alright, now tell me what was with all the mushy shi…" he came upon his father completely slacked in a chair. Shoto thought he was asleep after first, but saw his chest was not rising. Then there was the smile on his father's face, a small smile filled with satisfaction. Shoto feared the worse as he weakly called out, "Dad?" The coffee on the table was cool now.

Nenshō Gomu

Izuku had arrived at the garage by eight in the morning. As usual, he came into Cid standing behind the counter, picking his nose while watching a small portable tv that was on the counter. Izuku walked in with a limp as he groaned with every step full of pain. He walked in, and Cid looked up from his mini television as he saw Izuku come in "' Bout time you came in brat," he said as he went back to what Izuku could make out was the news.

Izuku went to the old fashioned punch clock, putting into his time card, the guy needed to upgrade about it, "Yeah, yeah get off my back old man," he went over to the slips that were used to write down which vehicle needed what done to it, "Hey! Cid! Did we finish that project from yester…"

What Izuku was going to say was cut off when Cid whispered to himself, "Holy shit," even though Cid's back was to him, he could tell he was shocked.

Izuku came up from behind him as he looked over his shoulder, Cid guessing Izuku was behind him turned the volume up. On the screen was a female-voiced person who had the body and fur of a panda speaking in a disheartened tone, with a caption that read, "Today we mourn the loss a great hero. Endeavor died fighting evil," a picture of Endeavor was up on the screen, and underneath it was the years he started as a hero and when was his last.

Izuku didn't hear what was being said as white noise drowned out everything around him. He saw the panda woman continue to talk as then a video of the dog-faced commissioner who spoke as an artist's sketch of the Rider came on screen. Only one thought came to his mind, 'What have I done?'

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AN: Hi, everyone thank you all so much for the support. I looked through the reviews and saw all the comments about the update schedule, and I am sorry about that. The way I do things is I want to update each story one chapter a piece for each story before I go back, so with that in mind, plus I have stuff going on in the real world too, I write when I can. Also guys sorry to ask you this but can you please go to the poll on my page and vote, I wanted it down after my last update of this story, but I got a tie for first so one more volley votes is all I am asking and then I will end it. Thank you, and I hope you like how I ended the chapter.

Knox