Chapter VI: The First Friend
"When we rescue others, we rescue ourselves."
Chapter VI: The First Friend.
The streets of Musutafu were bustling with the usual afternoon activity as thirteen-years-old Izuku Midoriya strolled through the city. He was honing his newfound ability to sharpen his senses with the Force, striving to expand his awareness beyond the immediate environment. The blend of chattering voices, honking cars, and distant sirens created a chaotic symphony that was both overwhelming and exhilarating for him.
Suddenly, a distinct sound cut through the noise—a group of kids shouting. Izuku's senses zeroed in on the commotion, and a wave of unease washed over him. He quickened his pace, following the voices until he turned a corner and came upon the source of the disturbance.
Three older teens were encircling a kid his age, taunting him mercilessly. He had short, dark purple hair and weary eyes. One of the older kids stood unnaturally still, his vacant expression suggesting he was under some spell.
"You're destined to be a villain with a Quirk like that!" one of the bullies jeered, shoving the purple-haired kid roughly.
The pre-teen stood his ground, but the hurt in his eyes was unmistakable. Just as one of the bullies picked up a rock and hurled it at him with malicious intent, Izuku's instincts kicked in. He reached out with the Force, his focus intense as he strained to halt the rock's trajectory. The stone slowed dramatically mid-air, quivering under his control before finally dropping harmlessly to the ground. The bullies stared in stunned silence, their heads swiveling as they searched for the source of the unseen intervention.
The green-haired padawan stepped forward, his heart racing but his resolve unshaken. "Leave him alone!" He commanded, his voice carrying an authority that even surprised him.
The bullies wavered, their faces contorted with confusion and anger. One of them, a particularly tall and burly teen, cracked his knuckles and sneered, "And who are you to tell us what to do?"
Izuku took a steadying breath, standing firm. "I'm someone who won't let you hurt him.
The burly teenager let out a mocking laugh and lunged at him, aiming a punch at his face. Izuku ducked just in time, his reflexes honed by his training. He used his heightened senses to predict the attacks, dodging the blows with surprising agility.
Frustration mounted as the bullies' attacks continued to miss. "Hold still, you little bastard!" one of them shouted.
Seeing Izuku's struggle, the purple-haired kid stepped forward, his voice resolute. "If you don't leave now, I'll call the police!"
The bullies exchanged uneasy glances. "Let's get out of here," one of them muttered. "He's not worth it."
With that, they retreated, dragging their dazed friend with them. As they disappeared into the distance, Izuku turned to the purple haired kid, who gazed at him with deep gratitude.
"Are you okay?" Izuku asked, panting from the effort. Concern was evident in his voice.
The other kid nodded, brushing dirt off his clothes with a mix of relief and gratitude. "Yeah, thanks to you. I'm Hitoshi Shinso. That was... amazing. How did you do that?"
A warm smile spread across the padawan's face as he felt a genuine connection with Hitoshi. "It's my… quirk, but I'm glad I could help. My name's Izuku Midoriya."
"Thanks, Midoriya," Hitoshi said, his voice laced with genuine gratitude. "Most people just avoid me because of my Quirk."
"Hmm, that's an interesting Quirk," The green haired pre-teen said, trying to keep his tone casual despite the spark of curiosity in his eyes. "I've always been interested by how different abilities work and how they shape people's lives."
Hitoshi looked at him, a bit puzzled by Izuku's subdued reaction. "Really? Most people don't seem that interested."
Izuku offered a small, shy smile. "Yeah, I guess I'm a bit of a Quirk enthusiast. I mean, I don't know much about others' abilities, but I find them intriguing. It's always cool to learn how different Quirks can be used in various ways."
"Since you're genuinely interested," The purple haired kid began, looking more at ease, "my Quirk is called Brainwashing. If someone responds to me when I speak, I can control their actions for a short time. But because of how it sounds, people often think it's a villainous ability. That's why I get bullied or avoided."
Izuku felt a pang of sympathy. "That's not fair. Your Quirk doesn't define who you are. I think it's pretty cool."
The purple haired kid's eyes widened in surprise, a small smile forming on his lips. "You really think so?"
Izuku nodded enthusiastically. His thrill palpable. "Absolutely. Every Quirk has its uses and challenges. My master always says, 'It's not the ability itself that defines you, but how you choose to use it.' You're not a villain, Shinso."
The other boy's smile grew a bit wider. "Thanks, Midoriya. That means a lot."
As they walked together, Izuku's nerves fluttered with anxiety. Social interactions beyond his familiar circle of schoolmates, Katsuki, his mother, and the Force ghosts still felt daunting. He took a deep breath, reminding himself to stay calm.
"So, uh, do you live around here?" He asked, trying to make conversation.
"Yeah, just a few blocks away," his new friend replied. "What about you?"
"I live a bit farther, but I like walking through the city. It helps me clear my mind," Izuku said, glancing at him. "Do you go to the local junior high?"
Hitoshi shook his head. "No, I go to a different school. It's smaller, but the bullying still happens."
Izuku's heart ached for his new friend, feeling a genuine pang of sympathy. "Well, if you ever need someone to talk to or hang out with, I'm here."
Hitoshi looked genuinely touched. "Thanks, Midoriya. I'd like that."
As they continued walking, the conversation became easier. Izuku found himself talking about school, mentioning his favorite subjects and the ones he found challenging. He told Hitoshi how he gained an interest in mechanics, a field that fascinated him with its blend of creativity and technical challenge, thanks to his master.
His new friend explained to him how he found shelter in reading, especially in books that delved into strategy and psychology. The complexities of human behavior and the intricacies of strategic thinking interested him deeply, as more than a pastime, they were a means of understanding the world and navigating the social labyrinth he often felt trapped in.
Izuku understood that as he told his very first friend in a long time how he picked up the art of analysis. The way different hero abilities functioned, and the strategic elements of their use provided him an escape of the abuses he suffered. He told Hitoshi about his drawings and how he filled sketchbooks with detailed illustrations of heroes and their powers, a proof to his fascination with the world of heroes, something that brought him joy.
As they reached a quiet intersection, the time to part ways approached. The streetlights flickered on as dusk settled over Musutafu.
"I really enjoyed talking with you today." Izuku said, his voice carrying a hint of reluctance.
Hitoshi offered a genuine smile in return. "Me too, Midoriya. It was good to make a new friend. Thanks for standing up for me earlier."
The padawan nodded, feeling a warm sense of satisfaction. "No problem. If you ever need someone to talk to or hang out with, just let me know."
"I'll definitely take you up on that," the other replied, his eyes reflecting gratitude. "It's nice to have someone who understands."
They exchanged a few more words, making plans to meet again and discuss their interests further. With a final nod and a friendly wave, they headed in opposite directions.
- THE FORCE AWAKENS –
Inko Midoriya sat at the kitchen table, watching her son intently as he recounted his latest progress with the Force. he warm glow of the overhead light cast a soft halo around Izuku's face, emphasizing the excitement in his eyes.
"Every day you seem to have more control over the Force, Izuku," she said, her voice tinged with both pride and concern. Her fingers lightly drummed on the table, a habit she used to keep her nerves on check. "Maybe it's time to update your status in the Quirk Registry. That way, you won't have to worry about explaining your abilities in the future."
Izuku nodded, absorbing her words. He looked thoughtful. "You're right, Mom. It would make things a lot easier."
At if on cue, the familiar figures of the three force-ghost masters materialized in the room. It shimmering as their ethereal forms took shape. Yoda's ears perked up with approval, his ancient eyes sparkling with wisdom "A very good idea, this is."
Obi-Wan crossed his arms, his brow furrowed in thought. The shadows cast by the kitchen's light danced across his face, adding depth to his serious expression. "Indeed. It's important to have a coherent explanation for Young Midoriya's abilities."
Anakin ever the playful one, grinned as he nudged his former with a mischievous glint in the eye. "Alright, old man, let's come up with a believable story for Sparky's new 'quirk'."
Obi-Wan sighed, a hint of exasperation coloring his expression. "We should keep it simple. Perhaps we could say it's a unique mutation that grants him enhanced senses and telekinetic abilities."
Inko listened intently, her eyes flicking between the ghosts as she absorbed, Obi-Wan's suggestion. The kitchen, with its cozy and homely feel, seemed to fade into the background as the conversation deepened. "That does sound straightforward," she agreed. Her gaze softened as she considered her son's future.
Anakin laughed, his tone light and teasing, his eyes gleaming with a touch of mischief. "Oh, come on, master. Where's the fun in that? How about we say the Force is a result of an ancient alien artifact?"
Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing. Glad to see his former apprentice was returning to his old mannerisms, the way he was before Sidious's machinations. "An ancient alien artifact? Really, Anakin?"
Izuku couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of his own master suggestion. The laughter was a welcome break from the more serious moments. "An alien artifact suddenly giving me powers sounds like something out of a comic book."
Yoda, observing the playful exchange with a subtle smile, occasionally interjected with his own witticisms. "More absurd, it gets."
As Anakin and Obi-Wan continued their banter, the room filled with a warm sense of camaraderie. Anakin leaned against the wall, his posture relaxed, and offered another idea. "What about saying he inherited it from a distant ancestor?"
Obi-Wan, now fully immersed in the humor, pretended to ponder the suggestion with exaggerated seriousness. "That's a somewhat believable explanation, Anakin, for a moment I thought you would say, Izuku was an alien who escaped his planet as a baby moments before it was destroyed."
The chosen one of the Force grinned, feeling a swell of nostalgia as he recalled the playful antics from his days as Obi Wan's apprentice. The memories of their time together, filled with both training and mischief, brought a genuine smile to his face.
Inko, although enjoying the banter, decided it was time to get serious. Her face took on a firm expression as she interrupted the playful debate. "Alright, you two, enough. We need a real solution here."
Izuku, who had been attentively listening to the conversation, seized the opportunity to contribute his own idea. "What if we say that my quirk is a rare mutation of mom's, one that uses my mind to enhance my senses, my physical abilities and allows me to move objects with it? It could be explained as a late-blooming ability that only recently manifested."
The room fell into a contemplative silence as everyone considered Izuku's suggestion. The kitchen's familiar hum of the refrigerator and the faint rustle of the curtains seemed to fade into the background as the Force-ghosts and Inko weighed the proposal.
Just as they were about to delve further into the discussion, a new presence made itself known. The air seemed to shift, and a regal figure appeared. She wore a flowing white gown, its simplicity accentuated by a silver belt that was fixed at her waist. Her dark hair was styled in intricate braids, framing a face that radiated a serene and confident beauty.
"Greetings, Izuku. Mrs. Midoriya," she said, her voice warm and calming, cutting through the room's previous tension. "I'm Leia Organa, it's nice to finally meet you after hearing a lot of you from these three."
The green-haired boy and his mother stared in awe at the ethereal figure before them. Inko, though initially surprised, quickly assessed the regal presence with a mixture of respect and curiosity. She saw in Leia a leader who commanded respect without need for force. Izuku, on the other hand, was captivated by the serene and almost otherworldly beauty of the Force-ghost.
Caught in his admiration, Izuku's thoughts tumbled out awkwardly. "You… look like a princess."
His face flushed a deep red as he realized his blunder. He dropped his gaze, suddenly finding the color of the kitchen's floor intensely fascinating.
Leia's expression softened into a fond smile. "Thank you for your compliment Izuku, you can raise your head, there's nothing to be ashamed of." She turned her gaze towards Inko, her eyes radiating warmth. "Your son is a wonderful boy, you must be very proud of the way he acts and the great promise he shows."
Inko, still processing the surreal moment, managed a nod. A small, proud smile crept onto her face. "Thank you, Leia. I am very proud of him."
Anakin, unable to resist the opportunity for a bit of humor, smirked at his padawan's reaction. He clasped Leia's shoulders with a playful gesture. "That's right, Sparky. This beautiful lady here is both a princess and my daughter, pretty neat huh?" His voice was fille with fatherly pride.
Leia's smile faltered slightly, a brief shadow crossing her face as old memories flickered. She quickly masked her feelings with a more diplomatic demeanor. "Yes, Father. Quite neat," she said, her tone steady. Despite having forgiven him for Vader's actions, there was still an aura of tension when he referred to her so casually.
Obi-Wan, witnessing Anakin's tendency to divert important conversations into trivial matters, facepalmed. "Focus, Anakin. We're here to help Izuku."
Leia returned her attention to Izuku and Inko, her demeanor once again warm and reassuring. "As I was saying, Izuku, you're doing wonderfully. Regarding the matter of your quirk registration, your idea of presenting the Force as a rare mutation is a good start, but it needs a bit more detail to be convincing."
Feeling reassured by Leia's composed demeanor, Inko nodded. "What would you suggest, Leia?"
The princess smiled gently. "We should emphasize the gradual nature of this 'quirk.' It would explain why it manifested later in Izuku's life. We could describe it as a dormant ability that needed a trigger or a significant event to awaken it."
Anakin, now more focused, nodded thoughtfully. "That makes sense. And we can say that the training Izuku has been undergoing is a way to harness and control this quirk."
Obi-Wan added, "Indeed. We could also highlight the unique aspects of his abilities, such as enhanced perception and telekinesis, as part of this mutation."
Yoda, who had been observing the discussion with his characteristic calmness, gave a small nod. "Complete, this explanation is. Believable, it will be."
Izuku looked around at the supportive faces of the Force ghosts and his mother, feeling a deep surge of gratitude. The warmth in the room created a comforting atmosphere. Taking one of the empty notebooks with the Force, he began to draft the detailed and convincing explanation crafted by the group. As he wrote, his focus and determination were evident.
When he finished, he looked at it and smiled fondly. "Thank you, everyone. I'm ready to go to the City Hall to update my Quirk Registry entry."
Inko placed a reassuring hand on her son's shoulder. "I'm proud of you, Izuku. Let's get this sorted out."
With their task complete, the Force ghosts began to fade, their presence lingering like a comforting warmth. Anakin gave a final wink and a thumb-up, Obi-Wan a reassuring nod, and Yoda a serene smile. Leia lingered a moment longer, her gaze full of hope and pride.
"May the Force be with you, Izuku," she said softly before disappearing.
The room felt a little emptier as the Force ghosts departed, but their guidance had given Izuku and Inko a renewed sense of purpose. Izuku looked at his mother, determination shining in his eyes. "Let's go, Mom. It's time to make this official."
They left their apartment, the bustling city of Musutafu seemed to welcome them with its familiar noise and energy. Izuku walked with a newfound confidence, knowing that his path was clearer, and his abilities recognized. Inko walked beside him, her heart full of pride and support.
As Izuku and Inko walked down the street toward the City Hall, deeply focused on their next steps and the future ahead, they were completely unaware of the figure watching them from the sidewalk. A boy with bright red wings, his face contorted in a sneer, observed the scene with disgust and disbelief.
His eyes narrowed as he observed Izuku and his mother, wondering to himself if Deku had been deceiving everyone all along. Seconds later, he ran off to an unknown destination, determined to share what he had seen with his friends.
Chapter VII: The Abyss Within
"The most dangerous beast is the beast within."
Chapter VII: The Abyss Within.
The early afternoon sun of September filtered through the windows of the classroom, casting long shadows on the desks. The faint hum of insects outside mixed with the muted murmurs of students, creating an eerie stillness. Katsuki Bakugou sat at the edge of his seat, his face contorted into a scowl as the red-winged extra—Tsubasa—relayed the latest news. The normally energetic classroom was unnaturally quiet, the other students sensing the storm brewing in the corner where Bakugou and his friends sat.
"Seriously? You're telling me that Deku went to the Quirk Registry and changed his status?" Katsuki's voice was low and dangerous, barely containing his fury. His hands clenched into tight fists, knuckles white with the pressure.
"Yeah, I saw him myself," Tsubasa confirmed, his tone heavy with the weight of the information. "He's been hiding something big, and now he's revealing it."
Bakugou's eyes narrowed, a storm of anger brewing behind them. "So, he's been pretending to be weak all this time?" He slammed his fist on the desk, causing a few students to flinch. The sound reverberated through the silent room. "That little bastard! He's been looking down on me, thinking he's so much better than everyone else!"
His friends exchanged uneasy glances, feeling the tension in the air. Katsuki's rage was palpable, his frustration boiling over. "I bet he's been laughing behind my back," he continued, his voice rising. "And now he's trying to make a fool out of me! I'm the strongest here! Everyone knows it, and they look up to me. If people find out he's stronger or has some secret power, I'm going to lose everything!"
Katsuki's fear of losing his status as the top hero-in-training, his unshakable position as the best, tormented him. Memories of his past with Izuku flashed through his mind—their childhood, the times he had belittled Deku for being quirkless. The thought of being overshadowed, of losing the firm support of his teachers and the respect of his classmates, drove him further into a furious frenzy.
"I won't let him get away with this!" he roared, his voice echoing in the silent room. "I need to show everyone that I'm still the best. I need to take him down before he ruins everything I've worked for!"
Tsubasa nodded, a smirk of satisfaction crossing his face as he observed Bakugou's reaction. "So, what's the plan?"
"We'll hit him where it hurts," Katsuki said, his voice cold and calculated now. "We wait. We let him think he's safe. Then, when he's least expecting it, we attack. That quirkless nobody will regret ever trying to be better than me!"
Katsuki's mind raced, plotting their next moves with ruthless precision. His frustration, fear, and anger swirled together, fueling his determination to reclaim his position and make sure Deku paid for daring to challenge his superiority.
As the bell rang, signaling the end of the period, Katsuki stood abruptly, his rage still simmering. "Let's get to work," he commanded, his voice sharp. "We've got a plan to execute."
His friends hurried to follow, their faces a mix of fear and anticipation. Just as Katsuki churned with anger, Izuku sat in another class, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing around him.
- THE FORCE AWAKENS –
The final bell of the school day rang, echoing through the hallways as students poured out of classrooms and into the bustling corridors. Izuku Midoriya gathered his things with a sense of quiet satisfaction. As he packed his backpack, his hand brushed against a small, worn notebook tucked inside. It was his training journal, filled with sketches and notes about the various techniques he was learning from the Force ghosts.
Flipping through the pages, Izuku was reminded of the past two weeks. He recalled the rigorous cycle of practice and refinement, his nights and weekends had been consumed with training, meditation and learning to harness the Force in ways he had never imagined. The journal held a record of his progress, observations, and moments of breakthrough. Master Anakin's teachings had been transformative; the once-disjointed Force pushes and pulls had become more refined, though still basic.
As he walked through the bustling schoolyard, the familiar chatter of classmates blended into a background hum. His thoughts wandered to the training sessions with his master. The training had been tiring, but the results were solid. He had learned to focus his energy, channeling the Force with greater control. The exercises had become second nature, and the concepts of Force push and pull were becoming more intuitive.
The warm sun cast shadows across the schoolyard as Izuku walked towards the exit. His mind was absorbed in recalling Master Anakin's guidance. "Feel the Force flow through you, let it guide your movements." He practiced the techniques in his mind, visualizing the movements as he walked.
Just as he approached the school gate, a sudden chill ran down his spine. The Force, his ever-present guide, spoke in a whisper that echoed in his mind, "Danger approaches. Be on guard."
Without warning, one of Katsuki's friends, a skinny kid with extended fingers, shot forward with a swift, whip-like motion. His Quirk, which allowed him to prolong his fingers like tendrils, reached out toward Izuku. Reacting quickly, the padawan leaped to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack. The fingers crashed into the pavement, leaving a deep crack where they had struck.
As he rolled to his feet, Izuku recalled his master's lessons.
"Use the Force to anticipate your opponent's moves,"Anakin's voice echoed in his mind. The memory of their training sessions where Anakin had drilled him in sensing and reacting to unseen threats, came rushing back. He'd trained hard to master these skills, and now he needed them more than ever.
Before he could fully regain his balance, Katsuki and the others closed in. Explosions erupted around him as the blond kid unleashed a series of powerful blasts. Izuku ducked and rolled, using the basic telekinetic pushes and pulls he had been practicing to deflect the blasts and keep his footing.
"Push and pull with precision. Don't just react—control the flow of the battle." His master had advised during their sessions. Each explosion rattled the ground, but Izuku's new skills allowed him to anticipate and evade, albeit barely.
Amidst the chaos, Katsuki's voice cut through the air, full of anger and accusation. "So, you think you're hot stuff now, huh? Always looking down on us like you're better just because you've got some new trick up your sleeve! Did you think we wouldn't find out? You've been hiding a Quirk all this time, playing us for fools!" Katsuki's eyes blazed with fury as he unleashed another blast, his frustration boiling over.
The green haired padawan dodged another blast, his mind racing as he processed Katsuki's words. The revelation struck him like a physical blow. He had hoped to keep his training a secret, but now his former friend was confronting him. Trying to keep his composure, he shouted back, "I've always had a Quirk! I told you—it's a rare one that I barely knew how to control. This is just a late manifestation of it!"
Katsuki's face twisted into a snarl. "Don't lie to me! You think you're so special, using that excuse to look down on us? You've been playing us all along, acting like you're above everyone else!"
The schoolyard, turned into a chaotic battlefield. The Force guided Izuku's movements, whispering urgent advice in his ear. But as the battle raged on, there was a subtle shift in the whispers. Where once they had been clear and guiding, they now carried a darker edge, growing more insistent and intense. The anger in the air seemed to seep into the Force itself, distorting its once-familiar calm.
"Feel the energy around you. Let it guide your actions."Anakin's instructions played out in his memory. The elongated fingers tried to ensnare him again, but he deflected them with a swift push, sending them crashing into a nearby wall.
Izuku's training had made him more aware of his surroundings, and he used every bit of his enhanced senses to keep up with the onslaught.
"Your strength is not just physical. It comes from within. Focus your mind and harness the power of the Force." His master's voice echoed again as he executed a series of precise movements to avoid incoming attacks.
Despite his efforts, Izuku was being overwhelmed. He barely managed to fend off a series of attacks from the remaining friends, who took turns launching coordinated assaults. Their attacks were relentless, but Izuku, driven by the guidance of the Force, held his ground. The once-familiar faces of his classmates were now twisted into expressions of hostility and aggression.
"Stay still, Deku!" Katsuki roared, his voice laced with fury. "Quit dodging around and own up, you little shit! You think you're so much better than us, hiding your Quirk and pretending like you're something!"
Izuku's breath came in ragged gasps as he deflected another of Katsuki's explosive blasts. His vision was a blur of movement and energy. As the darkness in the Force subtly intensified around him, he found himself reacting more fiercely. The warm, controlled power he'd used to protect himself was now tinged with a sharp edge.
"Why should I?!" Izuku shouted back, his voice rising with frustration. "The world doesn't revolve around you, Katsuki! I didn't owe you anything. You're the one who's always been so wrapped up in being the strongest! You were the one that made my life so miserable! Who do you think you are to demand anything from me!"
Katsuki's face twisted with rage, his eyes burning with a mixture of shock and fury. "Miserable? I made your life miserable? You think you're the only one who's had a hard time? Everyone's got their struggles, Deku!" His voice was hoarse and filled with bitter resentment. "I don't give a damn about your sob story! You're just trying to play the victim because you're too weak to stand up on your own!"
The intensity of the battle escalated. As Katsuki's friends pressed their attacks, Izuku's responses grew more aggressive. His Force abilities, once a source of protection, began to reflect his mounting frustration. The once-clear guidance of the Force was now interspersed with darker currents, subtly guiding him toward more ruthless tactics.
Katsuki took a menacing step closer, his fists clenched tightly. "You think you're better than everyone else just because you've got some hidden power?! That's what this is all about, isn't it? You think you're special now that you're hiding behind this 'Quirk' of yours!" His voice cracked with intensity. "You're nothing but a pathetic coward, trying to make excuses for your own weaknesses!"
Izuku's eyes flared with a dangerous intensity as he heard the venomous words. His anger, previously simmering, erupted violently. The Force, once a calm and guiding presence, now roared in his mind, feeding on his rage.
"Show them what happens when they cross you." It seemed to whisper with an unsettling urgency.
His power surged, the air around him crackling with raw energy. He moved with a speed and force that was both mesmerizing and terrifying. The Force's darker currents began to overpower his previous restraint. Izuku's attacks became more brutal, more driven by his fury than by any sense of control or compassion.
The schoolyard was filled with chaos as Katsuki and his friends struggled to keep up with Izuku's relentless assault. What had once been a harmless Force push now carried a menacing power, sending all of his attackers sprawling, leaving only the blond standing. The rest of his friends lay unconscious on the ground, scattered around the schoolyard. Every thrust and movement from Izuku were fueled by a deepening darkness within him.
Katsuki, his face twisted with a mix of rage and something darker, tried to strike a decisive blow. "You think you're so tough now, don't you?!" he roared, his voice laced with contempt. "You're pathetic! It's your fault your family's in ruins! Your dad leaving your mom, leaving her to struggle while you're just a burden to her! You think you're worth anything? You're just a piece of trash, dragging her down!"
His words were like daggers, each one piercing deeper into Izuku's psyche. Enraged, Katsuki launched himself at Izuku. With a fierce yell, he unleashed a powerful explosion from his hands, the force of which burned dangerously close to Izuku.
Izuku barely had time to react as the explosion singed the edge of his Padawan braid, the once-sacred symbol of his connection to the Force. The sight of the burning braid, the representation of his bond with his mentors, his status as Master Anakin's apprentice, ignited a storm of emotions within him.
The explosion not only physically assaulted Izuku but also struck at his heart, making him feel the weight of Katsuki's accusations more deeply. The rage and dark energy that had been building within him surged uncontrollably, amplifying his sense of betrayal and pain.
"Is that all you've got?!" Katsuki's voice cut through the chaos. "You're nothing! A loser, just like everyone said!"
Izuku's eyes, now reflecting the dark turmoil within him, locked onto Katsuki. The Force, sensing the intense negativity and fueling his anger, urged him to finish what he had started.
"Kill them! Kill them all for their insolence!"
His control slipped further as he felt the darkness wrapping around him, pushing him to exact retribution. The whispers of the Force grew louder, becoming a cacophony of dark commands. Izuku, blinded by his anger and the surge of power, barely registered the chaotic swirl of emotions and the rush of dark energy enveloping him.
Katsuki, panting heavily and glaring defiantly, continued to provoke Izuku. "What's wrong, Deku?! Scared to face the truth?!" he shouted, his voice filled with a mix of desperation and disdain. "You think you're so special now with your 'Quirk'? You're just a pathetic coward, hiding behind your powers!"
Izuku's grip on his emotions faltered further. "Shut up!" he roared, his voice filled with rage and anguish.
His' focus narrowed, his eyes locked onto Katsuki with a chilling intensity. The darkness within him reached its peak, wrapping around him like a suffocating shroud. With a deep, ragged breath, he raised his hand, fingers splayed out. The darkness surged, responding to his command with palpable energy.
His palm faced Katsuki, and an invisible force began to coil tightly around the blond kid. Katsuki's eyes widened in panic as he felt an invisible grip tightening around his throat, the air being painfully squeezed from his lungs. Izuku's face was a mask of cold hate, the shadows of the Force swirling around him like a storm of black energy.
The technique, now fully embraced by the dark side, was like a noose tightening with inexorable force. The grip was not merely physical but a powerful, crushing pressure that seemed to warp the very space around the blonde's neck. The energy flowed from Izuku's hand, a dark tendril of Force power that constricted mercilessly.
Katsuki's struggles became more desperate, his hands clawing at his throat, gasping for air. His face flushed red, then began to take on a bluish hue as the life drained from him.
The dark energy surrounding the green haired boy surged with malevolent force, pulsing with elation. "Good Izuku, good! Kill him. Kill him now! Do it!" the sinister whisper echoed, mirroring the voice of an insidious, omnipresent shadow.
The Force ghosts materialized around the scene, their expressions a mix of horror and desperation. Obi-Wan's face was etched with profound concern, his usually calm demeanor shattered by the sight of Izuku consumed by the dark side. He reached out, trying to penetrate the encroaching darkness with his own Force presence, but the energy was impenetrable, a thick, writhing veil that pushed him back.
Yoda's normally serene visage was marred by fear, his small frame trembling as he tried to extend his influence into the swirling abyss. "Stop, this path you must not take!" he implored, his voice shaking with both urgency and sorrow. His eyes, usually so wise and composed, were now wide with distress.
Leia materialized amidst the chaos, her presence embodying a resolute and steady calm. Her eyes, though filled with compassion, reflected the deep concern she felt as she saw Izuku teetering on the edge of the dark side. She reached out with unwavering determination, her voice cutting through the darkness with a gentle yet firm authority. "Izuku, listen to me! You have the strength to overcome this. You are not alone!"
Anakin, however, was the most affected, his face a portrait of sheer panic and regret. His hands clenched into tight fists, knuckles white, as he strained against the dark barrier that surrounded Izuku. His eyes were wide, reflecting the turmoil he felt inside. "No, Izuku! Not like this!" he shouted, his voice breaking with a mix of anguish and desperation. Anakin's own past failures loomed large in his mind, and seeing his apprentice on the brink of falling into darkness stirred a deep, visceral fear within him. His breath came in ragged gasps, his entire being vibrating with intense, almost frantic energy.
Despite their efforts, the ghosts struggled to break through the suffocating darkness. Their spectral forms flickered and wavered as they tried to reach Izuku, their influence unable to penetrate the thick veil of malevolent energy. The darkness seemed to respond to their presence with even greater intensity, amplifying the pressure around Katsuki's throat.
Anakin's frustration was palpable, his voice a tormented plea. "You mustn't let it control you, Izuku! Fight it!" His desperation grew with every passing second as he fought to reach through the dark barrier, trying to pull his apprentice back from the edge of destruction.
As Katsuki crumpled to the ground, unconscious, the chaotic energy of the battle seemed to momentarily still. The darkness that had enveloped Izuku began to pulse with an almost sinister satisfaction, reveling in the pain it had caused. The oppressive aura around him shimmered, as if responding to some unseen force.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. A new ethereal figure appeared, his presence a stark contrast to the dark turmoil surrounding Izuku. Luke Skywalker, with determined yet compassionate eyes, stood tall and resolute. His attire was a simple but unmistakable outfit—a tunic and robe, reminiscent of the classic garb worn by Jedi Knights.
The young Jedi's face was set in a calm expression, but his eyes revealed a deep understanding of the struggle Izuku was facing. He moved with a grace that spoke of both inner peace and unwavering resolve. The Force seemed to ripple around him, forming a protective barrier that clashed with the darkness surrounding Izuku.
"Enough!" Luke's voice rang out, clear and commanding, cutting through the oppressive gloom. His words were not just spoken but carried an authoritative weight, a resonance that spoke directly to the core of Izuku's being. The darkness recoiled slightly at his presence, as though recognizing a force beyond its grasp.
He stepped forward with deliberate, measured movements, his gaze fixed on his father's padawan. The light from his presence seemed to push back against the encroaching shadows, creating a space of calm amidst the chaos. The contrast between the bright aura of Luke and the dark energy around Izuku was striking.
"You must let go of this anger, Izuku," Luke said, his voice soft but insistent. "This is not who you are meant to be. The darkness is trying to deceive you, to make you think that violence and retribution are the only answers."
The boys' hands tightened, the dark energy still swirling around him, but Luke's presence seemed to pierce through the veil of shadow. With a forceful but gentle push, Luke reached out with the Force, his own energy creating a ripple that counteracted the dark influence surrounding Izuku.
As the darkness began to recede, the tumultuous shadows that had enveloped Izuku started to dissipate, revealing the boy's struggling form beneath. Luke's presence exuded a calming influence, and slowly, the dark energy started to wane, unable to withstand the purity of his light.
"Fight it, Izuku. You have the power within you to overcome this," Luke encouraged, his voice steady and reassuring. The young Jedi's words acted as a beacon of hope, guiding Izuku back from the edge of the abyss.
The darkness around the boy continued to shrink, retreating under the combined pressure of Luke's presence and the gentle but persistent efforts of the Force ghosts. The oppressive aura that had once seemed so insurmountable began to dissolve, leaving Izuku's mind and heart clearer and more focused.
As the final remnants of darkness faded away, the green haired padawan collapsed to his knees, exhaustion washing over him. The oppressive energy that had once consumed him was now receding, leaving him physically drained and mentally overwhelmed. His breathing was ragged, and his eyes, wide with shock and horror, scanned the scene around him.
Luke Skywalker remained nearby, his presence a calming beacon amidst the aftermath of the turmoil. The young Jedi's gaze was steady, filled with a profound mix of empathy and understanding. He knew the depth of the internal struggle Izuku had faced and the pain that had driven him to the edge.
Izuku's eyes darted to the unconscious form of Katsuki lying on the ground, his face pale and bruised. The reality of his actions hit him with a crushing force. The knowledge of how close he had come to crossing an irreversible line, of nearly succumbing to the darkness, left him in a state of sheer horror.
His mind raced with fragmented memories of the battle—the suffocating darkness, the command to 'Kill them all,' and the almost uncontrollable urge to unleash his anger. He could hardly believe what he had nearly done. The weight of his actions and the terror of his own potential for darkness were too much to bear.
Izuku's eyes filled with tears as he looked around, unable to fully comprehend the devastation he had wrought. The overwhelming sense of guilt and fear pushed him into a state of panic. Without a word, he scrambled to his feet, his body trembling with raw emotion."
In a frantic, uncontrolled burst, he turned and fled from the schoolyard, running blindly into the night. His footsteps echoed in the silence as he darted down darkened streets and through quiet alleyways, his path erratic and desperate. The city lights blurred past him as he ran, his thoughts a chaotic whirlwind of regret and fear. His mind unable to settle on a direction, driven solely by the need to escape.
Chapter VIII: Duality
"Without darkness there cannot be light."
Chapter VIII: Duality.
Izuku sprinted away from the schoolyard, his heart pounding like a relentless drumbeat in his chest. Each step echoed his guilt and self-loathing. The city lights flickered faintly in the distance, casting elongated shadows that seemed to dance in rhythm with his every desperate stride. The world around him blurred into an indistinct smear, a chaotic whirl of colors and shapes driven by his instinctive urge to escape the devastation he had unleashed. His breaths came in harsh, ragged bursts, each inhalation scraping his throat like shards of glass.
The haunting images replayed in his mind with relentless repetition: the uncontrolled surge of his power, Katsuki's horrified expression, and the desperate pleas of his masters. The weight of his actions pressed down on him like an invisible, crushing burden. Tears blurred his vision, turning the world into a distorted landscape of darkness and muted streetlights. The sharp, acrid scent of garbage and decay from the alleyways he passed only deepened his sense of despair.
After what felt like hours of running, he stumbled upon a narrow alleyway—a dark, confined space that seemed to offer both sanctuary and imprisonment. The alley's oppressive darkness enveloped him as he staggered inside, nearly collapsing against the cold, rough brick wall. The scattered grime and trash on the ground mirrored his sense of desolation.
Izuku slid down the wall, his legs trembling beneath him until he was seated on the grimy pavement. He pulled his knees close to his chest, wrapping his arms around them as if trying to shield himself from the overwhelming weight of his guilt. His tears flowed freely now, mixing with the dirt on his cheeks. He buried his face in his hands, his fingers digging into his skin as if trying to stave off the flood of emotions threatening to drown him. His sobs came in harsh, broken gasps, punctuated by occasional, breathless cries of remorse.
Izuku paused for a moment, trying to catch his breath. He leaned against the cool brick wall, feeling the rough texture beneath his fingers. The distant sounds of the city provided a strange, momentary comfort, grounding him in the present before the storm of emotions took over again.
"I'm a monster," he choked out, his voice cracking with despair. "How could I…? I almost killed Kacchan. I'm no better than… I'm a villain." His words were muffled by his hands, but the raw anguish was evident in every syllable. He felt as though he had betrayed every aspiration, every dream he had once held close—each shattered beyond repair.
Unseen by him, a soft, shimmering light began to blend around him. The Force, sensing his profound turmoil and the intent behind his emotions—his desperate wish to protect rather than harm—enveloped him in a cocoon of luminous energy. The Force ghosts, sensing his pain and distress, tried to reach out to him, but this protective barrier of light formed an insurmountable divide. They felt his suffering and fear but could not bridge the chasm created by it.
Izuku's body shook violently with the force of his tears and sorrow. His hands gripped his hair tightly, fingers tangled in the strands as if trying to pull out the pain, convinced he was unworthy of any support or redemption. His muscles ached from the strain of running and the immense weight of his emotions.
Time seemed to slip away, and eventually, his sobs dwindled into quiet, shuddering breaths. He remained huddled in the darkness, feeling utterly alone. The night around him was eerily silent, broken only by his ragged breathing and the occasional drip of water from a leaky pipe.
The world outside continued on, oblivious to his suffering, while he remained a solitary figure in the dim alley, struggling to find solace amidst his anguish.
- THE FORCE AWAKENS –
Hitoshi Shinso felt an inexplicable pull drawing him toward a narrow alleyway as he made his way home from the store. The city's vibrant colors and bustling noise seemed to fade, replaced by a growing sense of urgency that quickened his steps. His heart beat with a strange meaning, each streetlight casting brief glimmers that only added to his mounting concern. It was as if an unseen hand was guiding him to that exact spot.
As he approached the alley, the world narrowed to a single point of focus. The usual hum of the city seemed distant, replaced by an oppressive silence that pressed against his ears. The alley was cloaked in darkness, its grimy walls and scattered trash starkly contrasting with the warm, almost magical glow emanating from within. The blinking streetlights outside cast long, dancing shadows that played against the walls, creating an eerie, shifting dance of light and dark.
When Hitoshi finally reached the alley, his breath caught in his throat. There, hunched against the wall, was Izuku Midoriya, enveloped in a soft, ethereal light. The green haired pre-teen's figure was barely visible through the haze of tears and the glowing aura, creating an almost surreal image. Hitoshi's heart clenched at the sight of his friend so vulnerable and distressed. A wave of empathy washed over him; he could feel the weight of Izuku's turmoil almost physically, tightening around his chest.
Without hesitation, the brainwasher moved closer, his footsteps cautious but determined. He saw the trash on the ground that spoke of neglect, but his focus remained on his green haired friend.
Hitoshi paused a few feet away, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves before approaching further. He allowed himself a moment to observe Izuku's distress, letting the sight sink in before intervening.
"Midoriya?" His voice was gentle but carried an undertone of concern. trembling slightly with the worry he felt. "Hey, what happened? Are you okay?"
Izuku flinched at the sound of Hitoshi's voice, his body tensing as if bracing for impact. He looked up slowly, his tear-streaked face illuminated by the eerie glow, and his eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and shame. "S-Shinso, y-you shouldn't be here," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I-I might hurt you."
Seeing the raw distress in his friend's eyes, the purple haired pre-teen's frustration flared, mingled with a deep concern that pierced through his usual calm demeanor. He knelt beside the padawan, ignoring the damp and grime beneath him.
"I'm not going anywhere," he declared, his tone resolute. "You're my friend, and I'm here to help you, no matter what."
The green haired shook his head vigorously, the light around him flickering with his agitation. "N-No, you don't understand. I-I almost killed Kacchan. I lost control, and the power just... it consumed me. I'm dangerous. I'm a monster."
Hitoshi's concern deepened, mixed with an urgent frustration. He could see Izuku spiraling deeper into self-loathing, and it pained him to see his friend like this. "Listen, Midoriya," he said, his voice softening as he tried to reach the core of Izuku's anguish. "You're not a monster. You're a person who's made a mistake. Even heroes lose control sometimes. Look at Endeavor. He's a top hero, but he's had moments where he's lost control. It doesn't make him a villain."
Izuku's shoulders shook with silent sobs, his breath coming in uneven, ragged bursts. "Y-you don't know what it's like," he said, his voice trembling. "The fear, the guilt... it's overwhelming. I can't handle it."
Hitoshi's frustration grew, fueled by his deep concern and a sense of betrayal. He remembered their first interaction when Izuku had spoken about not judging others for their quirks and how even the most misunderstood powers could be used for good. Now, seeing his friend dismiss his own advice, his's patience snapped.
"Midoriya," he said, his voice edged with disbelief., "was everything you told me about your dreams and your determination a lie?"
The green haired pre-teen's eyes widened with confusion and pain, his earlier sobs subsiding as he absorbed the brainwasher's words. "B-but I…"
The brainwasher cut him off, His voice growing sharper slicing through the gloom with a new edge. "Tell me, Midoriya? Was everything a lie?! Are you really that much of a hypocrite?! You told me that a quirk wasn't inherently evil, that it's how you use it that matters. And now you're here, drowning in guilt and self-loathing because you lost control for a moment?"
Izuku's eyes widened in shock, his previous sobs fading into stunned silence. "I… I didn't mean to—"
Hitoshi's voice grew firmer, a sense of urgency threading through his words. "If you truly believed in what you told me, then don't just sit here feeling sorry for yourself. Get up and do something about it. Don't let it control you now! If you believe what you said, you need to take responsibility and act. Don't drown in despair. Face this challenge and work on mastering your powers. Hiding away won't solve anything. It might just turn you into the very thing you're afraid of."
The padawan's hands trembled as he clutched his knees tighter. "But the guilt… the fear of what I could do…"
Hitoshi's tone softened but remained resolute. "Guilt and fear are tough, but isolating yourself won't help. You need to confront these feelings and strive to control your abilities. It's about taking action, not succumbing to the dark thoughts. You're not a monster; you're someone who's seeking to make things right. Monsters don't seek redemption nor question their actions, but you do."
Izuku's mind raced and the weight of his mistakes. His friend's words began to dissolve the fog of his despair, offering a glimpse of light where there had only been darkness.
"Thank you, Shinso," he whispered, his voice filled with a fragile sense of hope. "Thank you for not giving up on me."
The brainwasher's expression softened into a warm, encouraging smile, though his eyes still held a trace of frustration. "That's what friends are for, idiot. But you need to do your part too. I can't fight this battle for you."
Izuku nodded, his expression reflecting a mix of gratitude and lingering remorse. "You should go home now. I'll be okay. I promise."
The purple haired pre-teen's eyes narrowed slightly, skepticism evident in his gaze. "Is that really how it's going to be? You expect me to just walk away after what I've seen? You're telling me you'll be okay, but everything about you right now screams otherwise."
Izuku shifted uncomfortably, his hands still clutching his knees. "I'm just… I need some time alone to sort things out. I can't keep dragging everyone into my mess."
Hitoshi shook his head, annoyance in his voice. "You're not dragging anyone down by accepting help. Everything I said wasn't to push you away or doubt you. I'm saying it because I believe in what you're capable of. But you have to believe in it too. You've got to take this chance to show that you're more than your mistakes."
Izuku looked up, meeting Hitoshi's gaze with weariness. "I understand what you're saying. I really do. And I appreciate it more than you know. I just need to prove to myself that I can handle this. I don't want to let anyone down."
His friend's expression softened, as he observed the padawan's struggle, though his skepticism remained. He opened his mouth to respond, but a sudden, inexplicable feeling of calm washed over him. He felt a deep sense of reassurance, almost as if everything would turn out okay.
The brainwasher hesitated. "I want to believe that… I really do. But something just tells me you'll be alright. Even though I don't fully understand why, I have this feeling that you'll find your way."
His voice wavered slightly, betraying his own uncertainty but underscoring his sincerity. He looked at his friend with a final, earnest gaze. "No matter what happens, remember this: we're friends. I'll always be here for you. No matter how tough things get, you're not alone."
Izuku nodded, a faint, grateful smile breaking through his pain. "Thank you, Shinso. I can't tell you how much that means to me. I promise I'll work through this. I'll be okay."
Hitoshi gave a small, reassuring smile and turned to leave, his steps echoing softly in the quiet alley. The streetlamps flickered as he walked away, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch into the night. As he walked away, he glanced back one last time, feeling a deep sense of relief.
Izuku watched the brainwasher disappear around the corner. The weight of his guilt still pressed heavily on his shoulders, but Hitoshi's words had sparked a glimmer of hope within him.
With a deep, steadying breath, Izuku stood up, feeling the cool night air against his face. He took a final, reflective glance at the alley, noting the way the dim light played on the uneven ground, before walking away.
- THE FORCE AWAKENS –
The night was thick with the scent of the sea as Izuku Midoriya wandered along the grim expanse of Takoba Beach. The stars above shone with a distant, ethereal light, casting a faint glow that shimmered on the restless waves. The beach, strewn with debris, seemed to stretch endlessly into the darkness, its remnants of past neglect a stark reflection of his inner turmoil.
Each step he took felt heavy, the ground beneath him uneven and treacherous. The remnants of discarded items and rusty metal crunched underfoot, echoing his sense of being lost. The weight of his guilt, compounded by Hitoshi's words, seemed almost palpable, pressing down on him with every step.
He found a secluded spot behind a heap of scrap metal, partially shielded from the distant city lights and prying eyes. There, he sank down onto the cold, uneven ground, his stained jacket, offering little comfort against the biting chill of the night air. The jacket, once a symbol of warmth and security, now felt like a mere scrap of fabric, barely adequate against the cold that seemed to seep into his bones.
Exhaustion weighed heavily on him, his body and mind both worn from the day's emotional catastrophe. As he lay down, trying to find a measure of rest amidst the wreckage, the night stretched on, unyielding and cold. The distant sound of waves crashing against the shore added to his sense of isolation, while a chilly wind whispered through the debris, enhancing the desolate atmosphere. His sleep was fitful and troubled, his dreams a chaotic reflection of the turmoil that had driven him to this desolate place.
In the depths of his troubled slumber, Izuku found himself transported to a surreal realm, a place where shifting lights and shadows played across an ever-changing landscape. The oppressive darkness of the beach was replaced by a swirling, luminous void, filled with an ethereal glow and deep, mysterious shadows. At the heart of this strange world stood a cloaked figure, its form bathed in a gentle, encompassing light that contrasted sharply with the surrounding darkness.
Confused and frightened, Izuku tried to move away from the figure, but an invisible force held him in place. "Where am I? What is this?" he stammered, his voice echoing strangely in the surreal environment.
The figure's voice, calm and soothing, resonated with a profound sense of authority. "You have been brought here to understand. Your actions had led you to this moment."
Izuku struggled against the pull of the realm, his attempts to escape only drawing him closer to the figure. "I don't want to be here," he said, his voice trembling with anxiety. "I don't understand what's happening."
The Force figure spoke with a gentle, yet firm tone. "I am the Force, a singular entity embodying both light and darkness. I am not merely a guide but a unity that encompasses both the potential for great good and profound evil."
The dreamscape shifted, revealing a series of vivid, hauntingly beautiful visions that unfolded around Izuku. Each vision was a fragment of a grand, intricate tapestry depicting the Force's impact on various worlds and lives.
He saw a serene garden filled with lush greenery and ancient temples. The atmosphere was calm, the air scented with blooming flowers as Jedi in simple robes moved gracefully among the gardens, their actions smooth and deliberate. The scene exuded a sense of peace and order, with soft golden light illuminating the surroundings. Yet, beyond this tranquility, dark storm clouds began to gather on the horizon, a faint hint of impending conflict.
Izuku's eyes widened as he took in the beauty and calm of the garden. The contrast between the serenity and the impending storm unsettled him. "Is this a place of peace?" he wondered aloud. "But why is there darkness on the horizon?"
"This was the Garden of the Jedi from the era of the Old Republic. A place where the Jedi sought to balance the light and dark within themselves. However, even in such a place, shadows of conflict and darkness could not be entirely avoided. The balance is delicate, and peace is often tested."
The vision shifted to a desolate, scarred landscape, strewn with remnants of ancient, shattered structures. The air was thick with dust, and the sky was a turbulent mix of dark clouds and sporadic lightning. The remnants of past battles lay scattered, a silent testament to a fierce conflict that had left the land in ruin, which spoke of both the power and the cost of unchecked aggression.
Izuku's heart sank as he surveyed the devastation. The wreckage and destruction were overwhelming, filling him with a sense of dread. "This place..." he said, his voice trembling. "How could something so terrible happen?"
"Here, you witness the aftermath of the Sith Wars on Malachor V," the Force continued, its tone somber. "The devastation left in the wake of such a conflict was profound. The Sith's pursuit of power led to great destruction. This reflects the consequences of allowing the darkness within to dominate, leaving behind a landscape marred by violence and loss."
Izuku saw the inside of a grand, ancient hall where shadows and light clashed in a storm of movement. Figures moved through the space in a frenetic dance of energy and conflict, their forms a blur of motion and color. The hall, was now a battleground where ideologies collided violently.
He watched the chaotic battle with wide eyes, the ferocity of the conflict striking him deeply. "This was once a place of learning?" he asked in disbelief. "How could it come to this?"
"This was the Temple of Coruscant during the great conflict between the Jedi and Sith," the Force explained. "The Jedi and Sith clashed in a struggle for dominance. The once-sacred halls became a place of battle, between the forces of light and darkness. Such moments are a reminder that the struggle for balance is often fought in the heart of what should be sacred."
The final vision showed a figure wrestling with an internal storm, beginning in a place of light and hope. Gradually, the figure was consumed by darkness, their path shifting to a darker realm. But then, there was a transition to a moment of reflection and struggle. The figure fought to return to the light, their journey marked by hardship but also by a genuine effort to make amends and find redemption.
Izuku's gaze followed the figure's tumultuous journey, his own struggles reflecting in the figure's battle. "Is it possible to come back from the darkness?" he asked quietly. "Can someone truly change?"
"This is the tale of Revan," the Force's voice softened with compassion and reasurance. "A warrior who fell to darkness but sought redemption. His journey reflects the possibility of recovery and growth, even after falling into the shadows. It demonstrates that even those who have lost their way can strive to return to the light, learning and evolving from their experiences."
The visions ended as the Force´s voice continued. "The Force is not separate from these dualities. Many have struggled with their inner darkness, losing control and causing harm. Yet, they are not defined solely by their failures. Growth comes from confronting these challenges and understanding oneself."
Izuku watched in awe and trepidation. The realization that the Force itself was a blend of opposing aspects offered him a new perspective on his own internal struggles. The force's message—that it was both light and darkness—offered him a glimpse of hope amid his confusion.
As the vision faded and the ethereal realm dissolved into darkness, He felt a lingering sense of introspection. The lessons from the Force were profound, and though he was still troubled, he now carried a flicker of understanding and a renewed sense of contemplation. The cold, gritty texture of the beach beneath him, the salty tang of the sea air, and the distant sound of waves crashing added to the surreal feeling of waking from such a dream.
The green haired pre-teen slowly awoke on the grimy beach. The first light of dawn was starting to filter through the heaps of debris, casting long shadows that danced with the early morning light. The shift from the dream's vivid colors and sensations to the bleak, muted reality was jarring, yet it grounded him.
Izuku sat up, his mind still reeling from the dream's revelations. Though the insights about the Force had not provided immediate answers, they had given him something to contemplate. As he looked out at the beach, now bathed in the pale light of early morning, he found a new sense of clarity amidst the desolation.
- THE FORCE AWAKENS –
Izuku sat cross-legged surrounded by the wreckage attempting to meditate. The remnants of the night's visions still swirled in his mind. His posture was stoic, but inside, he was a tempest of conflicting emotions.
He closed his eyes, seeking clarity and peace. The weight of the previous night's revelations was heavy on his mind, like a dense fog that clung to him. The visions from the Force replayed in his thoughts, their meanings and implications swirling around him like the restless waves. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't shake the feeling of guilt and uncertainty that clung to him.
The tranquil silence of his meditation was abruptly broken as a familiar presence filled the space around him. Izuku sensed a change in the air, the subtle hum of energy indicating the arrival of someone significant. Slowly, he opened his eyes and saw Anakin Skywalker materializing before him, his spectral form emanating a gentle, reassuring glow. The sight of his master brought him a mix of relief and dread.
Izuku's heart sank. He bowed his head, unable to meet Anakin's gaze, fearing that his master was deeply disappointed. "I'm sorry," He whispered, his voice heavy with shame. "I didn't live up to your expectations."
To his astonishment, Anakin stepped closer and enveloped him in a warm, comforting embrace. The sensation was unexpected but soothing, a palpable relief that seemed to flow from Anakin himself. He felt a comforting warmth, contrasting sharply with his own turmoil, as if the last weights of his guilt were being lifted.
"Why?" Izuku's voice trembled. "After what I've done...why are you so kind to me?"
His master's voice was steady and filled with understanding that only someone who had walked a similar path could convey. "I know what it's like to fall into darkness," he said softly. "I have made my own mistakes, far greater than you can imagine. I failed to redeem myself for a long time and caused immense pain, not only to the galaxy but to those I loved most."
Anakin's eyes grew distant as he began his tale. "When I was young, I fought to protect the galaxy, but my fear and anger began to cloud my judgment. I was consumed by a sense of power and the fear of losing those I loved."
Izuku listened, his breath catching as Anakin's voice grew darker with memory. The struggle of trying to reconcile his own sense of failure with the enormity of Anakin's past was almost overwhelming. His heart ached as he imagined the young, idealistic Jedi who fell so far from grace. He could feel his master's remorse seeping into him, a heavy sadness that resonated with his own fears and regrets.
"I was manipulated by Chancellor Palpatine," His master continued, "who promised me the power to save those I cared about. I was seduced by the dark side of the Force and became Darth Vader. My fall was swift and terrible. I turned against my friends and allies, enforcing the Emperor's tyranny across the galaxy."
Anakin's voice trembled with the weight of his confession. "As Vader, I led the purge of the Jedi Order, hunting down my former comrades and friends. I became a symbol of fear and oppression. My actions led to the suffering of countless innocents. I was lost, my heart hardened by rage and regret. But even in the darkest moments, there was a glimmer of the man I once was."
Izuku's eyes widened with the gravity of his master's story. As Anakin recounted his fall from grace, Izuku felt a tumultuous storm brewing within him. Part of him recoiled in horror, grappling with the image of Anakin as Darth Vader—the enforcer of tyranny and the purger of the Jedi. The vivid descriptions of oppression and betrayal struck him like icy daggers, causing his stomach to churn and his breath to catch. He could hardly reconcile the gentle presence of his master with the dark figure of his past.
Yet, beneath that horror, another part of him stirred with deep compassion. He remembered Anakin's earlier words—his fear, his vulnerability, and the manipulative shadows of the Chancellor that had clouded his judgment. This understanding softened the harsh edges of his revulsion. The realization that his master had been twisted by external forces, that the darkness had not come from within him alone, prompted a rush of empathy. The same fear that had driven Anakin to seek power and control now mirrored Izuku's own fears of failure and inadequacy.
Izuku's heart ached as he processed this complex interplay of emotions. The horror of Anakin's past was intertwined with a deep sorrow for the man who had fallen so far yet had found his way back. It was a reminder of the fragility of the human spirit, and it ignited a flicker of hope in Izuku's chest. If someone as powerful and respected as Anakin could falter and still seek redemption, perhaps there was hope for him too.
The storm of feelings left Izuku trembling, his eyes moist with the weight of his own internal conflict. He grappled with the duality of his emotions—revolted by the acts of his master but moved by the man's sincere remorse and his struggle for redemption. The realization that Anakin had been a victim of manipulation, as well as his own choices, created a jarring but hopeful dichotomy within him.
Izuku's voice trembled as he tried to express the chaotic mix of emotions swirling inside him. "I... I'm horrified by what you did. I can hardly believe that someone I've looked up to could do such things. But I also see now how much you've suffered, and it makes me want to believe that redemption is possible... even for me."
Anakin's expression softened, a look of understanding and deep empathy reflecting in his eyes. "I blamed myself for many things," he continued. "I didn't tell you this before because I was afraid that you'd see me as a monster, that you'd reject me."
"But the truth is," he said, his voice steady and filled with a hint of nostalgia, "the one who helped me find my way back was my son, Luke. Even after all I had done, despite the darkness I had spread across the galaxy, he never gave up on me. His belief in me, his refusal to see me as just a villain, was the beacon that guided me back to the light."
Izuku listened intently, his gaze fixed on Anakin as if trying to piece together the full picture of his master's journey. "Luke saw something in you that you couldn't see in yourself," he said softly.
"Yes," Anakin replied, a small, almost wistful smile touching his lips. "He believed in the good that still existed within me, even when I was consumed by darkness. He saw me not just as Darth Vader, but as Anakin Skywalker, the Jedi I once was. It was his faith that gave me the strength to confront my own demons and seek redemption."
As Izuku absorbed Anakin's words, a realization began to dawn on him. He looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the serene presence of Luke Skywalker, who had brought him from the dark before it was too late."
"Master," Izuku began, his voice tinged with awe and curiosity, "Luke's presence... It wasn't just a chance occurrence, was it?"
Anakin's eyes met Izuku's with a mixture of pride and understanding. "No," he said softly. "He meant to guide you, just as his belief once guided me."
Izuku's mind whirred with this new understanding. Feeling a shiver run down his spine. The realization was both comforting and profound. Then the spectral figures of Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa appeared on the beach. Their forms glowed softly, a serene light that added to the ethereal atmosphere. Luke's form shimmered with a calm strength, while Leia's presence exuded a gentle but unwavering resolve. They approached Izuku with expressions of empathy and sorrow.
Luke spoke first, his voice calm and steady. "Izuku, your journey is not unlike mine and my father's. There are shadows within us all, and facing them is part of what makes us whole. I see the same potential for light in you that I once saw in my father. Your struggle is real, but it does not define you."
Leia stepped forward, her gaze warm yet firm. "Forgiveness and redemption are not just about absolving past sins; they are about choosing to move forward, to become better. I took time to forgive my father, but in doing so, I learned that even those who have made grave mistakes can still find a path back to the light."
Izuku's heart ached as he listened to their words. He could feel the weight of their experiences pressing on him, mingling with his own turmoil. He turned his gaze from the Force ghosts to Anakin, his eyes searching for reassurance. "So, if I'm facing darkness within myself, how do I find my way back? How do I hold onto hope when it feels like it's slipping away?"
Anakin's expression softened, a deep empathy reflecting in his eyes. "The path to redemption is not a straight line. It's a journey filled with challenges and moments of doubt. But it is in these moments that we must hold onto the belief that there is light within us."
Luke nodded, his gaze steady. "And it's not just about finding the light within yourself, but also accepting that others see it in you. Sometimes, the belief of those who care about us can become a guiding light when our own vision is clouded."
Leia's voice carried a soothing tone as she added, "The Force connects all of us. It binds us together and helps us find our way, even when we feel isolated. You're never truly alone in your struggle, and there are always paths to healing if you're willing to seek them."
Izuku's thoughts swirled as he absorbed their wisdom. He could feel a deep sense of connection with Anakin's past and the guidance being offered by Luke and Leia. The burden of his own mistakes and doubts began to feel lighter, as though the presence of the Force ghosts was helping him to see a path through the darkness.
As the wind gently stirred the sand around them, Izuku's resolve began to solidify. He looked at the spectral figures with a new sense of determination. He began to reflect on the words of his friend Hitoshi, the lessons imparted by the Force, and the stories shared by his Force-ghost masters.
He stood up with a mixed expression of acceptance and newfound hope. "I will carry these mistakes with me," he declared. "And if you allow me to be your apprentice again, I will strive to be a Jedi and a hero that makes you proud. This braid," he said, touching the remaining part of his Padawan braid, "will be a reminder of how much I still have to learn and of my commitment to improving."
The spectral figures of Anakin, Luke, and Leia gathered around Izuku, placing their hands on his shoulders in a gesture of unwavering support and unity. Their ethereal presence created a cocoon of warmth and comfort around him. Obi-Wan Kenobi and Yoda materialized beside Anakin, their forms shimmering softly against the backdrop of twilight.
Kenobi's apparition radiated a calm and composed aura, his eyes reflecting a profound wisdom and reassurance. His presence was a quiet testament to the enduring strength of the Jedi spirit. Yoda, the grandmaster, exuded an air of timeless resilience, his small, wise figure standing as a beacon of hope and fortitude.
Together, they formed a circle of guidance, their unity a powerful symbol of their continued belief in Izuku. This moment of solidarity was more than a mere gesture; it was an affirmation of their commitment to helping him navigate his path. As the light of the setting sun bathed them all in a gentle glow, Izuku felt a profound sense of connection and reassurance, knowing that he was not alone in his journey.
As he looked out at the vast, expansive sky, he felt a renewed commitment to his own path.