New story! Okay, I actually sat down for about an hour writing down Ideas before I came across this, I haven't seen anything like it yet, And I think It'll be fun to write. You might look at the title and be like: "What the fuck does that mean?" But hold on, a minute, You'll figure it out. Okay, Quick summary: Izumi was always bullied, for being quirkless, despite all signs showing she should have a quirk, nobody knows why, but they hate her for it. After she's shot down by her Idol, she ought to take someone's advice.

NOTE: This is Villain Deku, hence the name.

Chapter 1: Pure Intentions

I'm sitting in a dimly lit room, my hands are handcuffed together to the table, with thick gloves on. My hair is a bit of a mess, my body aches all over, and I'm wearing a blue hoodie, what I was wearing when I was arrested. I hear a door open behind me, followed with the room quickly flooding with light, then the door shuts. I hear light footsteps, and see somebody, they're tall, from what I can tell. They sit down in front of me, I hear a click, and the room quickly gets lighter, so I can just barely see his face. I know who it is, Detective Naomasa. He's the leader in the investigation on the League of villains. He's come to interrogate me. He places some files on the table and looks at me.

"Izumi Midoriya, You're supposed to be a dead man- er, woman, you know." he says to me.

"Oh really? I thought I was just having a nice vacation in the Bahamas." I say, sarcastically. He scoffs and says:

"I have a lot of questions to ask you, the main one being how the hell you are still alive. But I think I want to know more about your quirk. To the moment of your 'death', you were registered as quirkless, care to explain?"

"No." I answered simply.

"Stop lying, I do assume you know what my quirk is?"

"Why, yes, Lie detector, I believe. Quite fascinating, honestly. But I'm slightly… Uncomfortable explaining what my life was before this." I say, with complete honesty.

"Huh, Well, I'm not on any other cases right now, and you're going to be here a long time, so why don't you get comfortable and tell me about it either way?" He tells me, leaning back in his chair, taking out a notebook and pen. He slides the first photo in the file towards me, It's a photo of me and Kacchan, smiling. I look away and say:

"That was twelve years ago, why do you care?" I ask him.

"Well, all the information we can get is beneficial to us." He says, starting to write things down.

"Besides-" He continues.

"-This is around the time we think you found out about your quirk." I smirk, knowing what he's thinking.

"Well, you couldn't be more wrong, It was actually when I was eleven, when I found out. You probably have it somewhere, a cold case, just the death of two people, nothing else. A girl, about thirteen, torn to shreds and decapitated, next to an unidentifiable body, green and black, in color, with minimal blood on it." This caught his attention, He probably almost forgot about that case. He knows what I am talking about.

"You're almost right on that case, kid. It was classified as a murder-suicide. Although, we couldn't find out what connection the two had to each other, one was unidentifiable, and the other was some girl from a middle-class family."

"Well, I was almost right."

"But five years and we might have to reopen a case." The detective said

"Damn, It's been five years since then, huh?" I said to myself.

"Time flies kid, now tell me everything, from when you first found out what your quirk was, up until now, with me saying these exact words." He says, looking at me. I sigh, knowing I will be here for a while, and I decide to give in. It's not like my past will be of any use to him.

"Well, I suppose it'll help kill boredom, I guess I'll start from when I was eleven, I do hope you know events beforehand, as well, Guess it doesn't matter to you either way, you won't see me again after this." I say, and begin my story.

Five years earlier.

I'm walking home, It's pretty late, since it's dark. Not to mention the rain. Stupid Kacchan, he dragged me all the way into the city just to make fun of me. I look at my hand and sigh.

'Maybe being quirkless would be better than not being able to find out what it is.'

The rain starts to get heavier, but I don't quicken my pace, Maybe if I stay out in the rain my quirk will activate. I sigh and trudge on. About ten minutes later, I hear a scream, a loud one.

'Someone must be in trouble!' I think, starting to run towards the sound. I stop when I look inside an alleyway, with a man holding a girl against the wall.

"Please! Stop!" She yells at him, to which he smirks cruelley.

"Oh, I'll stop when I'm done with you." His hand extends into a sickle-shaped object, about six inches long and made of his own bone. The man is blonde, and kind of tall.

"S-S-Stop!" I yell, my knees shaking. The man looks over at me and says:

"Beat it kid, if you know what's good for you." He turns his attention back to the girl, the blade from his hand tears a small hole in the girl's shirt, a small amount of blood being drawn. Before I know it, I'm running at the man, punching him in the leg.

"Fuck off kid." He says, Kicking me in the chest and making me smack on the ground. I still get up however. It's nothing compared to Kacchan. I run towards him again, saying:

"You shouldn't do that!" He tries to slice me this time, but he barely misses and I punch him in the stomach, which he shakes off, and lifts me up, dropping the girl.

"I don't like to kill kids, but I'll make an exception for you." He says, putting up his blade. Without thinking, I grab his face, and think:

'Don't hurt me, work with me instead.' The man immediately drops me, although, He drops down with me, my hand still on his face. His body is… Changing. He's becoming bigger, and paler. I manage to take my hand off him, only to see his face. His nose is shrinking, and his hair is falling out. I hear that girl say:

"Wha- WHAT IS THAT?!" It keeps shifting, until it tears through the clothes that he originally had on, save the pants, which manage to stay together until the growing stopped. It's head started to wiggle a little bit, until I started to see pieces of pink start to get exposed at the top of it's head. It's brain. The creature stood up, looking straight forward. I take a step back only to run into the wall, it looks down upon me, with cold, dead, eyes. I look over to the girl, who is absolutely terrified.

"G-GET AWAY FROM ME KID!" She screams, starting to run away. I try to reach out for her, but I can't move my body, I feel tears start to rain down from my face. It's pouring outside now, but I can tell the difference in sound from the rain and my own tears. I start to feel a different emotion, this one is unfamiliar, one I've never experienced myself, but One I know from others very well.

Rage.

I slide myself up the wall and say:

"I tried to help you, and you're scared of me. It's people like you that really need to DIE! TO BE BUTCHERED!" After I finish my sentence, the pale creature turned it's head, toward where the girl ran off to, and formed a larger sickle from it's hand, and ran off. I'm wide eyed in fear, until I hear another scream from the girl. I quickly get moving, trying to run towards the street, where I see it. The Creature is wildly swinging it's arm around at the girl, causing blood to splatter everywhere around them. I can't hear her scream anymore, She's been silenced. The Creature takes a couple more swings, then picks up what's left of the girl by the hair. A head and the shoulders, her face was red now, her hair drenched in both rain and blood. The creature raises it's sickled hand high above it's head, and swiftly brings it down, cleanly slicing through the head. The Monster drops the head, and turns around, looking at me again. I'm scared, terrified. I can't move, either. It starts to walk towards me. I step back, only to fall into a puddle, I crawl backwards, not daring to take my eyes off of it.

"No! Go away, Destroy yourself!" I say, again, without thinking. The monster stops dead in it's tracks, looking directly up. It turns it's other hand into a sickle, and starts slicing at itself. Starting from the legs, it cuts itself up into pieces. It collapses after a minute and keeps cutting it's midsection apart. It's own entrails can be seen, intestine, it's stomach, even smaller organs, like kidneys and it's pancreas can be seen. It keeps it's arms and starts slicing it's head, quickly. It's brain matter is splattered across the pavement as it swings itself wildly, to completely destroy the head. It stops just after the neck and turns it's hands back to normal, and after a second of twitching, they collapse back onto the ground, the middle fingers twitching slightly.

I can't remember what happened after the matter, all I remember is my mother scolding me about being in the rain for too long. After that, for the next six months, I had Nightmares about it. But I thought it was a bad dream, after a while, after all, nobody else saw it happen, so it might not have been real.

Present day

"Wow, that's… I remember going on scene and almost immediately puking. But that must have been horrible for someone your age." The detective told me.

"Wow, now you're consoleing and sympathizing with a villain. I thought you were supposed to bring me to justice." I told him.

"I'm not, I'm just imagining what it would be like under different circumstances. After all, even then you willed it to kill that girl. You're responsible for that, murderer." I grin, not at the death, but rather his thoughts that completely want me to be forgiven. This guy does know about me and my past.

"Well, whatever. I hope you're ready for this, because I'm about to tell you how I died."

Ten months before U.A entrance exams.

We know how this scene goes, But I'm going to re-write it either way, it'll have elements essential to the plot later down the line. I'll skip out on the Slime scene. I feel like I know that scene by heart by now.

"Well, It's about time that you all decided what you're all going to do with your life. But that's a waste of time, seeing as I know all of you want to enter the hero course!" Everybody cheers, activating their quirks, I simply slump into my chair, avoiding eye contact with everybody in the room.

"Wow, sucks for you lot." Kacchan suddenly says.

"At best with all your low tier quirks, you'll all be lucky if you end up the sidekick of some low-tier washed up hero. Now I, I'll be going to U.A, where I'll be the best hero, I'll kick All Might's ass!" He says, stunning everybody in the room.

"Oh yeah! Midoriya applied to U.A too!" The teacher said, which seemed out of place and unnecessary.

"WHAT THE FUCK?! DEKU!" Kacchan jumps at me and attacks the desk which I'm at. The explosion causes me to get knocked back, falling flat on my back. I quickly attempt to pin my skirt together, to avoid anything too embarrassing. Although, Bakugo didn't even seem to care about that.

"YOU CAN"T BE A HERO, QUIRKLESS PIECE OF SHIT!" He screams.

"Bakugo, get back in your seat or I'll give you detention. Otherwise, you're all dismissed." The teacher says and leaves the room. After about a minute, me and Kacchan are alone in the room.

"Don't even think about going to U.A. Especially without a quirk, you'll embarrass yourself further."

"Quirks aren't everything Kacchan." I say, a slight quiver in my voice.

"They are, today. Gimme this!" he says and snatches my Hero analysis book.

"G-Give it back!" I say attempting to grab for it before he snaps it shut and proceeds to blow it up, tossing it out the window. I quickly run to it, and see it landed in a small well of water.

"If you want a quirk so bad, you better do a swan dive off the roof of the school, maybe you'll be reborn with one." He says and leaves. I stand in the room for a few seconds, registering what he just said.

I walk down to the small well and look at the burned book. I blink and walk away, without picking it up.

"I'm sorry, Kacchan." I say, wiping tears from my eyes.

Skip!

I stand in the crowd, and attempt to look at the the scene, only to find Kacchan in the slime villain That All might Captured earlier, the one I was imprisoned in. I look around to find the Heroes are standing there, unable to do anything. And what's more, I find All Might, standing there. The number 1 hero, watching Kacchan get killed by this… Thing. He's obviously angry, both All Might and Kacchan. I catch a glimpse of Kacchan in the eyes, he looks desperate. For a moment, just a moment, I want to save him, to leap into action and get him out of there, but All Might's words ring through my head.

'It's okay to dream, just make sure It's attainable. And to answer your question, kid, no. The quirkless cannot be heroes. They simply stand no chance against villains with quirks.' I stiffen and look down at my feet. I quickly find they're taking me home. I place my hero notebook into my backpack, and Leave the explosions and the heroes behind me.

About two hours later, I'm walking down the street, in a more residential area, with houses all around. I'm alone, and it's sunset, so I shouldn't run into anybody here. I wonder what I'm going to do with my life now. I really didn't think beyond being a hero. I close my eyes and sigh. I guess I'll think of it tomorrow. As I open my eyes I see a familiar figure in front of me. It's All Might.

"I hope you know what you've done. By grabbing on to me like a lunatic, you made me drop that villain. He almost took over the body of a student, from the outfit, looks like one of your fellow students. That kid almost died because of you. Don't get involved with heroes, you'll just end up getting in their way." He says and leaves, not even giving me a chance to say anything back to him. I stand there, frozen in shock.

'Did all might just call me an obstacle!?' Oddly enough, I feel angry at first, and then, I'm sad. It was All Might, after all, My favorite hero, hell, everybody's favorite hero. First, he told me I couldn't become a hero, just because I'm quirkless, then, he went out of his way to find me just to tell me how badly I messed up. I sit on the ground and think for a moment.

'Stop trying to be a hero, Deku. A quirkless retard like you couldn't even be a sidekick.'

'How do you think you could even be a hero, you're just a goddamn crybaby'

'Stop daydreaming.'

'It's good to dream kid, just make sure it's achievable.'

'Maybe if you want a quirk so badly, you should take a swan dive off the roof. Maybe you'll be reborn with a quirk, if you're lucky.'

"Fine, Kacchan. Now there's more than one reason for me to take your advice."

I get off the ground, and trudge home, looking at the ground the entire time.

'What a great day.' I think sarcastically to myself.

When I arrive home, I take off my shoes and notice mom isn't here. I look around for a minute and notice that there's a note on the table.

"Working late tonight, I'll be shopping later, as well. There's food in the fridge, see you in the morning.-mom"

I sigh, and toss my backpack aside, brushing off my skirt. I wanted to talk to mom at least one more time. I guess not. I head into my room and change, from my school uniform to some pants and a T-Shirt. I discard the clothes and sit at my desk, turning on the computer. I set up the webcam and begin recording a video.

"So, I guess you know what happened, That I kinda jumped… Well, I don't know where yet, I still haven't made that decision yet. I'm sorry, for what you're going through, mom. I didn't even get to say goodbye, but I couldn't put it off, not after what happened. I met All Might today, and I asked him the biggest question of my life, if I could be a hero. He said no, and if that wasn't bad enough, he went out of his way to tell me to not be involved in hero business and that I'm an obstacle to them. I guess everybody was right, Quirkless people aren't meant for this world." I'm silent for a moment, before deciding to put my hair into a ponytail for what I'm about to say. I look directly into the camera and tell it:

"Mom, please. Don't blame yourself for this, or anybody except me, for that matter. Especially Kacchan. I know that you know that he's mean to me and that often times I would come home with small bruises and the occasional burn, and I know that this sounds crazy, and I probably sound like I have some sort of stockholm syndrome, but… I-" I freeze, unable to let the words come through my mouth. I feel tears start to fall down my face, dripping off my chin and onto my desk. I wipe them off my face and say:

"I Love him."

I made several more videos, each to a specific person. One for mom, Dad, Kacchan, and All Might, although I doubt he would see it. I downloaded the videos onto separate Hard Drives, Leaving the ones for mom and dad on the table. I put on a light hoodie and head out. It's dark out now, I check my phone and see it's about ten at night. I start making my way to Kacchan's house, I remember where it is, despite not having been here in the past few years. When I arrive, I Stare at the house for a moment, before Running around to the back of the house. I Peek into a window and find Kacchan, Asleep in his bed. I look around, this must seem suspicious, even If the roles seem reversed here. I slightly crack open the window and put the Hard drive in his room. I then close the window and make my way over downtown, where the larger buildings are. I ought to gain enough height to seriously be able to die. I decide to walk, I don't feel like taking a train, The cool air feels nice on my skin, and the air feels somewhat clean.

On my way, I stop at a convenience store and buy a drink, just a can of soda, nothing else. The cashier gives me an odd look, probably thinking what A middle-school girl is doing walking out and about at this time of night. He doesn't say anything, though, and lets me on my way. After about an hour of walking, I stop and check out some of the buildings, Although most of them are pretty high up, I probably couldn't get to the roof of most of them. I search around some more for buildings when I accidentally bump into somebody.

"Oh- I-I'm sorry." I turn around and apologize, slightly bowing.

"Eh? Don't worry about it, wait, what are you doing out so late?" He asks me. He's blonde, and has a little stubble on his face. He's wearing a purple suit and has some small round glasses.

"Oh, well, I'm just wandering, I guess. I have nothing else better to do." I lie, Trying to both not cry and to keep a light smile.

"Huh, You know, there are some real creeps out here, looking for girls like you, just be safe." He says, before I walk away. I very well know what happens, but No matter what, I would die, either way. I look back and see him just standing there, a confused look on his face. I quickly look back and keep going, turning into an alleyway. In here, I look up to see two very tall buildings, and one of them has a fire escape on the side.

'Perfect.' I think Climbing the ladder. I do so with slight difficulty, I'm not too strong, It's not any easier with a drink in my hand. I get to the top, and look down. The alleyway is pretty far down, Definitely enough to kill me. I sit down, Taking off my shoes. I want people to know this wasn't a murder, That this was of my own free will. I Place my shoes neatly By the edge and open my drink. I sit on the ledge, dangling my legs over, when I hear a voice say:

"Just wandering, Huh?" I turn around and see the same man from a minute ago, now smoking a cigarette.

"If you're thinking of stopping me, please, save your breath." I say. I'm not going to stop here, especially with the hard drives out. I still Have the All Might one on me.

"Besides, how did you get up here?" I continue.

"I wasn't thinking of it, And the building is open to everyone."

"Okay, why are you up here?" He shrugs and says:

"I gotta be here either way. Now, mind telling me why you plan on jumping off this fine roof?" I Stare at him, I still have about half of my drink, So I ought to just tell him.

"Well, I guess It's because I'm quirkless." I begin. I can see this catches his attention, because He stops smoking for a second.

"I find life hard because of it, People look down upon me, since I'm weak, fellow students, Even teachers. Even Kacchan." I say, letting out a little too much information.

"Now, I know It's not bad for everybody, and people with physical mutations that really alter their appearance probably feel the same, but At least that's their quirk, that's what makes them special. But for me, I have nothing unique about me." Again, he sits in silence, not saying anything.

"Even if I do have a quirk, It's probably something that nobody would want. I have this recurring nightmare. It's from when I was young and I tried to help this person, but the criminal trying to rape her changed when I touched him, Physically, he turned into this white monster, and when she ran, I told it to kill her. I've always been scared in case it was an old memory, rather than just a dream, then I really need to jump off, because I never would be able to touch somebody again, or him… But I'm ninety percent sure I'm quirkless." I say, venting to him. I haven't told anybody about this, ever. And here I am, telling this man I don't even know about my feelings and everything that's bothered me for years on end. And he listened intently, he walked over to me and sat down, blowing his smoke away and says::

"Kid, I understand what it's like to be quirkless, I'm like you. I tried my damndest to make something good from my life, but no job would accept me because I didn't have the required quirk, and being a real villain would be impossible, heroes would stomp me. So I met in the middle. I became an information broker." His words took me by surprise, I haven't met any other quirkless people before. It's not common to run into a quirkless person, but it's true, It's hard for us to get jobs, since people always look at quirks first. I'm not surprised he would have fell into villainy, even if he's working for both sides most of the time. I look at him and say:

"What stopped you, then?" It's vague but I think He understands.

"Well, I just didn't want to die, and I always had a knack of eavesdropping when I shouldn't. Besides, People don't like killing quirkless people, it's a waste of time for them. Not to mention it's pretty dishonorable." He says, a slight grin on his face.

"I guess that's true, all the more reason for me to do it myself." I say, standing up, setting the can down on the ledge.

"Now, kid, before you jump, what was your hobby?"

"Making notes on heroes. Their strengths, weaknesses, the works." I say, peering over the edge.

"Oh, well, See you on the other side, then." He says, getting up.

"One thing." I say. He turns and says:

"What is it?"

"After about a minute, would you mind calling the police, I still have a family, kind of. Just don't want my body to rot for too long." I say, to which he agrees, and says:

"I'll probably see you soon." I nod and turn my back to the edge, Letting gravity take it's course on me. I close my eyes and feel… Free. I can't explain it but it's an amazing feeling, Falling, and knowing that once I hit the ground, Nothing will matter to me anymore. I take a deep breath, just before I feel something on my back, and then…

Nothing

Giran takes a couple steps away, and an audible THUD is heard. He cringes, not daring to look back. Despite his status, he really doesn't like gore, at all He takes a deep breath and takes out his phone, dialing a number. After the fourth ring, the phone picks up.

"What is it, Giran?" A deep, scratchy voice on the other end says.

"I just found this girl, She just jumped off the roof, but I think that you should have that mist guy bring her in." Giran replies.

"Why? What is her quirk?"

"Well, she just told me her life story, and she said she's quirkless-"

"Then why did you call me?" The voice asked, obviously irritated.

"Well, that device you gave me, to determine what a person's quirk may be, it went off. It says It's an Emmiter type. And from what she told me it might be, she can create and control monsters."

"Hmm, That may be potentially good, where are you."

"Hold on, I don't want you to just up and take her quirk, I-I"

"You want me to get her to join us?"

"Yes, from the way her life sounded, she may be one of your most valuable members."

"Why should I waste resources on somebody you see potential in? You may be one of us, but you don't know her, meaning she could be the opposite of what you think."

"I know, but… I don't know, She also said she has a hobby of analyzing heroes, including their weaknesses. She could be a valuable asset nonetheless." The voice is silent for a moment, before saying:

"Whatever, but didn't you say she jumped off the roof? If she is dead, we can't recruit her." Giran grinned and told him:
"That's what you say, but don't think I don't know what your doctor's quirk is, After all, I told you about him."

"Do not talk back to me. You know very well that he may only do it once a year, It would be a waste."

"I won't tell you where I am, I only ask you for this and just this: Save her life, and give her reason to live. Even if it is only with the league." Giran never asked him of this before, he never asked anything for the league, he only worked with them. But there's something about this girl…

"How will I find her then?"

"Look in the obituaries for the next couple days. You'll know then." Giran said and hung up the phone. He dialed another number, which picked up almost instantly.

"Yes, What is your emergency?"

"Uhh, I just watched a girl jump off the roof of a building."

"Oh, Ok Where are you?!"

Giran continued to give away his location, and hung up. He headed off the building, to avoid the police.

"I guess Knuckleduster will have to wait." Giran said to himself and headed down the street.

Okay! That's it for this chapter! Tell me what you think about it, I honestly really want to get on with this story, I hope you think Izumi's quirk is interesting, Cause I like it.

Criticism is appreciated!