2 AM, drinking coffee with no food, an abused hand, and laughing at my cat as I put her new cat harness on her. I have suffered and damn it I'm proud of this.

This is unbetaed, if I go down I'm go down swinging.

Y'all better enjoy this because I plan on putting my all into it.

The High 'T' rating is to be safe. I'm nervous like that.

Update Schedule will be an attempt to be one or two times a month, it will always be on some kind of Wednesday.

Fallen Angel

My Hero Academia

Assassin!Izuku

Izuku has a Quirk!

Selective Mute?Izuku

Shi= Death

WARNING: BLOOD AND DEATH OF A CHARACTER THAT DOESN'T DESERVE IT! ABUSE OF A CINNAMON BUN! BRAINWASHING OF THE SAME CINNAMON BUN! I BULLY THE CHARACTERS I LOVE AND I'M NOT REALLY SORRY! This could also be triggering to some people, so you have been warned.

Word of advice: Pay attention to how I word certain things.

Disclaimer: I am not making a profit off of this. I do not own My Hero Academia. NOR DO I OWN THE AWESOME COVER ART.

Chapter One: Torn Down and Rebuilt

Summary: Izuku was abducted at a young age, he was given a new name and trained to kill. To be an assassin. One day, years after he was taken, heroes stormed his prison and took his Master away. They offer him a chance to be free of the thick chains of his brainwashing and could be a hero, something he dreamed of as a child. Despite the fear of punishment for turning against Master's teaching, Izuku will work to save people. RATING HIGH T. WARNINGS INSIDE.

Four-year old Midoriya Izuku happily held onto his Mom's hand as they walked the emptying street. Midoriya Inko smiled down at her son, watching as he laughed like his favorite hero; All Might. In the hand not holding onto her baby was a grocery bag with ingredients to make Katsudon, Izuku's favorite dinner.

Such a happy sight of Mother and Son, an amazing example of how close parent and child could be.

What a shame, how it's about to be broken.

The two Midoriya's didn't notice how the street was void of people, except for one man.

He seemed to be cover in shadows. Completely dark compared to the beautiful sunset behind him. He was walking towards the small family like he too had to get home for dinner.

The Midoriya's continued walking towards the man, blissfully unaware of their fate.

Just before the two could crosspaths with the man he pulled out something silver from seemingly nowhere.

A dagger glinted in the dying light.

Quicker than one could comprehend, the dagger slashed across the Mother's throat.

Inko's happy face quickly turned to shock as blood freely flowed from the cut. She gurgled something as she fell over, dropping the bag on the sidewalk.

As quickly as the murder happened, her eyes fogged over as the life finally left her body. Her last sight before inevitable death was her baby's horrified face.

"MAMA!"

Izuku shrieked as he fell to his knees next to his Mom, not noticing the blood soaking his clothes or covering his skin.

"Come on, kid," The shadow man grabbed the back of the green-haired boy's shirt and began to drag him away.

"NO! LET ME GO! HELP! MOM! MOMMY!"

Izuku screamed and cried as the man continued to take him away. He struggled and kicked and fought to be released from his kidnapper, tear-filled green eyes never leaving his Mother's unmoving body.

"I have plans for you, boy. Big plans."

The kidnapper and his prize seemed to disappear with the dying light.

The street, once again, looked empty. Nothing but the dead Mother, the growing pool of blood, and scattered groceries.

The only witness to the murder and kidnapping was a grey tabby cowering under a dumpster.

Police tape was the only thing separating the ever-growing crowd and crime scene.

Cops and CSI yawned as the investigated the area at eight in the morning. They had already moved the dead body of the poor woman.

"The victim is Midoriya Inko. Her husband is Midoriya Hisashi, he works overseas and currently isn't in Japan. She has a four-year old son named Izuku."

"Any sign of the child?"

"No, sir."

"Search their home and ask any friends in the area. If he isn't there then file a missing person's report. That boy might be the only witness to the homicide."

"Yes, sir."

"That poor boy, he had to watch his Mother die like that. He must be so scared."

Light filled the pitch black room as a steel door creaked open.

Izuku was curled against a wall, still covered in his Mother's blood.

"Get up," The man firmly spoke.

The green-haired boy didn't move, seemingly not hearing the man.

A scowl appeared on the man's shadowed features. He stomped forward and roughly kicked the boy.

Izuku screamed and looked up at the man with tears in his eyes. The man merely scoffed.

"Get. Up."

The four-year old quickly scrambled to his feet. "Um, sir, where-"

The boy's question was quickly interrupted by a harsh slap to the face.

"Do not speak unless told."

Izuku sniffed loudly as tears fell down his face, but he didn't speak.

"We'll get rid of that cry-baby attitude. It's annoying."

The man's eyes searched Izuku. Examining every freckle on his body to his very soul.

"You will call me Master, if you call me anything else you will be punished. Understood?"

Izuku nodded quickly.

"Say it."

"Y-Yes, Master."

"You are no longer Midoriya Izuku. From here-on-out you are Shi."

"Yes, Master."

The sound of a slap echoed through the quiet room.

"Did I say you could speak?!"

Izuku violently shook his head.

"Good. You learn quickly, Shi."

The green-haired boy only looked at the ground.

"You are going to learn to kill. The only reason you are alive is to kill. If you do not learn to kill, I will kill you."

Izuku only nodded.

The man-Master-turned around and calmly walked out of the room. "Follow, Shi."

The boy quickly followed his Master out of the dark room into a dimly lit dojo.

Weapons lined the walls. All kinds except for firearms.

"Here you will learn to fight or die. You will learn how to use all these weapons and to defeat anyone in your way, or die."

More tears slide down Izuku's face as he looked upon his future.

"Let us begin, Shi."

Little Izuku was back in his cell, nursing ugly bruises and cuts.

He was curled into a ball and rocking back-and-forth.

"My name is Midoriya Izuku. I am not a killer. I am going to be a hero."

"My name is Midoriya Izuku. I am not a killer. I am going to be a hero."

"My name is Midoriya Izuku. I am not a killer. I am going to be a hero."

The four-year old continued to repeat the mantra and rock.

Five-year old Izuku cried out as he slammed into the ground.

"Never show the enemy you are hurt!" Master barked and kicked the boy's side, making him fly into a wall. Another cry escaped his mouth involuntary.

Master angrily stalked towards Izuku and stomped on the boy's left arm. A loud crack of bones breaking filled the air as Izuku screamed.

Something solid and heavy slammed into Master's back, causing him to stumble and step on Izuku.

Ignoring the whimpers of the boy, Master spun around to see what hit him.

A red brick laid harmlessly on the ground behind him. Across the room a pile of the same bricks was unmoving.

The dots connected in his head. Master chuckled as he stepped off of Izuku and picked up the brick.

"It seems like your Quirk has decided to finally show itself, Shi."

Izuku silently cleaned his wounds in the dark cell after Master locked him away. The boy was long use to the darkness and patching himself up.

He no longer wore the bloodied clothing Izuku was brought in. The boy now had on black sweatpants, a black t-shirt, and fingerless gloves that are...you guessed it, black. He no longer wore shoes or socks, being barefoot.

Master was so happy at Izuku's Quirk that he gave the boy an extra serving of rice in his meal.

Speaking of his Quirk…

Izuku didn't know whether to smile or cry.

He has his Mom's Quirk.

Was the universe screwing with him or giving Izuku a pity prize?

The green-haired boy always wanted his Mom's Quirk, even after he was abducted. Something to remember her beautiful smile instead of the lifeless eyes that haunt his nightmares.

Now, Izuku remembered her soft hands that combed through his dark green hair. Her voice that sounded like angels singing. Or her gentle smile.

But he also thought of the cold and pale body. The gurgle as she choked on her own blood. The warm, sticky red liquid that pooled around them.

Izuku pushed away the rice and took a swift chug of the tea. Master would surely be angry about him wasting food, but Izuku couldn't bring himself to care.

He curled up into a ball and began to rock back-and-forth.

"My name is Midoriya Izuku. I am not a killer. I am going to be a hero."

He continued to chant the mantra that kept him sane.

Ten-year old Izuku deflected a punch ment for his face and leapt back. He held out a hand and a katana flew into his hand.

Master laughed and pulled out two daggers. He rushed forward and the sounds of blades clashing echoed.

Shi pushed back and kicked out, hitting Master in the stomach and causing him to stumble back. The boy quickly rushed at the opening and held the katana to Master's throat.

There was a still silence before sadistic laughter filled the air.

Shi emotionlessly pulled the katana away from Master's throat and bowed his head to the ground.

"You are ready."

Master snapped his fingers and a man in complete black clothing and mask walked into the room. Shi kept his face blank, it was not unusual for Master to bring in more people for him to fight.

Master stepped away and Shi prepared to fight this new man.

Shi's green eyes analyzed his new opponent, mind reading him faster than most would read books.

His opponent was obviously more on the strong side, muscles bulge through his clothing. Metal glinted on his clenched fist. Brass knuckles.

Internally, Shi smirked.

Shi used his smaller stature and surpiorer speed to get in close and make the first move.

When Shi was in front of him the man swung. The green-haired boy quickly ducked and sliced the man's side.

Without missing a beat the man punched him across the room.

Pain Absorption Quirk.

Shi quickly got to his feet and rushed again. He sped around the man and landed repeated hits on the man's body.

All Quirks had limits.

Adventually a slash with his katana and a kick to the back of the knees brought the man down with a yell of pain, blood began to slowly pool on the ground. Shi stood on the man's back and looked to Master.

Master was smiling proudly at him. Izuku wanted to cut it off his face.

"Well done, Shi. Now, kill him."

"W-What? That wasn't the deal!" The man stuttered and tried to get up.

"No."

Silence filled the room.

"What?!" Master snarled.

"I won't kill him," Izuku whispered, not looking at his Master.

"Shi." Oh, no. The punishment voice. "Kill him."

Izuku pushed through his fear and tossed the katana across the room.

"I won't kill him."

Master snarled and stormed forward. He slapped Izuku off the man and onto the ground, the taste of iron began to fill his mouth.

Izuku used his arms to sit up just as Master picked up the katana and cut through the man's neck. The green-haired boy covered his mouth as he began to sob.

"I thought I beat the cry-baby out of you," Master snarled and stalked towards the boy. He grabbed Izuku's t-shirt and dragged him into another room.

A furnace gave the room a gentle glow. Master ripped the shirt off of Izuku, revealing his upper body to the hot room.

Master grabbed the handle of a metal poker and took the tip out of the fire, it was glowing a orange color.

Izuku realized what was going to happen.

"I will bring more people for you to fight and kill. Everytime you refuse to kill I will do this."

Master pushed the heated pike against Izuku's back.

The green-haired boy screamed as his skin burned at the heat of the pike. The pain and screams lasted a few seconds before Master removed the pike and put it back into the fire.

Izuku collapsed onto the ground and sobbed.

"I will be back to bring you to your cell. Think about your future choices."

Master's footsteps slowly grew distant. When he couldn't hear them anymore Izuku curled up into a ball.

"My name is Midoriya Izuku...I am not a killer...I am going to be a hero…"

Tears slowly began to slide down the boy's cheeks as he recovered from the branding on his back.

"Someone...please. Save me."

Until than…

Izuku took a deep breath and looked up at the dark ceiling with tear filled eyes, eyes that were changing. Hardening. Sharpening.

"I'll just have to adapt and survive."

I swear this boy is one of my most favorite characters in this show. I love him, he is my second son after Todoroki.

Yes, I gave Izuku his Mom's Quirk. It's a bit stronger than Inko's and I plan on being creative with it.

Speaking of Inko, please don't kill me for ummm kinda murdering her in a cold-blooded way *sweats nervously*.

Now, Izuku will have many dads in this story. Dadzawa, Dad Might, and a bit of Present Dad. YOU GET TO BE A DAD, YOU GET TO BE A DAD, YOU ALL GET TO BE A DAD! *whispers* All the Dads.

Izuku and Katsuki's friendship will also be different from canon because this is NOT canon. This is me bullying my son.

No shipping unless I change my mind *shrugs* plenty of platonic relationships though!

Please review and favorite! It makes me smile! I literally don't care what it says, smash your head on the keyboard and send it for all I care. I'm a writer I'll make something of it lol.