Hey people, I know I don't usually do this, but today is pretty sad for me, read on, please to find out.

It's sad, you know, but well, I'm discontinuing this fic. I'm so sorry to everyone who read this, and enjoyed but my energy has dropped significantly since I started writing and I don't know if I'll be able to continue to write. Writing is a passion of mine but in recent times my energy levels have dropped dangerously low, sometimes I just can't move from it, I feel like I'm not doing my story any justice, what I can see in my minds eye for this fic...

Mayb-

N̷̟͝ó̵͍!̶̘͑ ̸̽ͅI̷̼̿ ̴̙̃w̴͉̃į̸͊l̷̟͛l̵̡͌ ̶̥͝c̴͙͒ȍ̶̠ǹ̵͔t̴͙͛î̶͉n̴͇͊ù̵̟ẻ̴͙!̵̗̈́ ̵̞̽Y̵̳͆o̵̼̾ṵ̸̃.̷̟͌.̴͚͐.̷̲̈́ ̸̕͜y̶̥̓o̸̧͋u̶̖̾ ̸͍̓c̷̼͌à̴͓n̴̼̈́ṅ̷͔o̴̥͘t̶̰̎ ̶͖͝m̷̱̓a̴͕̔n̷͇͑i̴̝̓p̶̘͑u̴̟̇ĺ̶͓a̶̭͋t̶͓͌ẻ̷͙ ̸̝̿m̶̯̾y̵̫̒ ̴̗̕ś̸̝o̵̯̾n̴̟̊ġ̷̼!̶̯́ ̴̝̀Ī̴̥ ̸̯̍w̸͉̓r̶̠̆ȉ̴̥t̶̻̀e̶̡͌ ̶̹̍t̷͚̆h̸͖́i̷̝̐š̸̨,̴̣̍ ̵̟̓n̶͙̉o̵̹̔t̷̀ͅ ̵͔̌ý̸̙ő̶̰ú̶̹!̵̐͜ ̶̥̈́Y̷͚͒ǫ̷̈́u̴̻͊ ̷̪̍w̸͕̾ȏ̷̤u̶̩͋l̷͚͊d̸̩̿ ̶̤̏d̵̲́ả̶̼r̵̥͐e̶͉̓ ̴̠̇t̵̜͆o̸͚͝ ̸͔̽t̶̛̖r̷̝͑ẙ̵̰ ̸͇̿ą̶̋ņ̵͑d̵̥̍ ̷̗̃ţ̶̌a̸͋͜k̶̳̈e̶͈͘ ̷̟̈o̵̟͆v̵̙̕e̶̛̘r̵͍̚?̶̠̿ ̶̘̂I̵͖̐ ̶͔͑m̴̝̀u̵͇͗s̶̙̓t̸̥͑ ̷̨͋l̷̜̉e̷̘̔ṯ̵͑ ̸͔̂m̸͈̕ỹ̶͎ ̶̞͒ȑ̵͍ḙ̴͆a̴͕͛d̶͙̍e̶̱̾r̶̀͜s̵̡̊ ̶͈̊k̷̫͑ñ̶̖ő̸͜ẅ̴̮́ ̴̞́o̷͙͋f̶͉̽ ̴̖̐y̶̥̕o̴̡͋u̶͖̅ ̸̻̿ị̴̉f̵͎͗ ̴͔̌t̵̛̤h̴̺̀e̶̞̍ý̷͔ ̸͍͑a̴͆͜r̵̬̽e̶̽͜ ̸̩͂t̵̮̐o̴̩͐ ̸̦̀f̸̖̏i̴̺̾g̷͉̒ȟ̸̻t̷͓͆ ̴̙͒ȁ̶͖g̸̺͝â̴͈ḯ̵̢n̴̘̿s̷̫̄t̷̡͝ ̷̜̀ỹ̸̪o̵̘̍u̷̹̚.̴̘́

They already know of me, yet they lumber around like sheep to the slaughter, mindlessly reading and dutifully ignoring their real worlds. I need them not for my plans, they are but bugs to me. Annoyances that I will find a way to be rid of.

I̷͚͛ ̷̳͛w̸̯̄ì̵̘l̸̟̀ĺ̵͍ ̵̘̈́n̸̬͛ǫ̵̒t̸͗ͅ ̵̮̈́a̸͔͝l̸̬̉l̵͕͌ő̵̤ẃ̶̜ ̸͎͗ȳ̶̺o̵̬̔ũ̵͕ ̴̪͝t̸̝̿ö̴͚́.̴̙͊ ̶̀ͅT̴͙̔h̷̜̔ẻ̵̳y̷̝͒ ̸̮̀a̵̚ͅr̵̫̔ě̷͔ ̸̝͆t̸́͜h̷̡̉e̸̩̅ ̶̢͘o̶̢̊n̷͙͝ẹ̴̊s̴̰̉ ̵̯̑w̷̱̍h̸͕̏o̵̬͌ ̷̧̀k̸̺͋e̸͈̽e̶̝̓p̴͙̀ ̶̫̓ÿ̶̝o̴̗̅u̴̹̿ ̴̯̎c̴̼̀ŏ̵͓n̷̡͝t̵̹̑à̴͚i̷̬͗ṅ̶̠e̷̞̒d̷̠̔,̷̙̀ ̷̲̀ă̵̱s̵͙͒ ̸͍̽a̶̎͜m̸̝̒ ̴̬̾I̸̞͒.̷̩̾ ̸̛̪D̸̼̑o̵̮̒ ̸̮̀n̷̡̓ǫ̵͘t̷̺̄ ̶͉̀t̸̹͝ḣ̶̭í̸̹n̸̤͠k̸̝͝ ̸͖͊o̶͈͑f̵̧̄ ̶̡̽u̴̪̔s̸̝̃ ̸̟͌l̶̤͗ĩ̸͎ğ̵͜h̶̰͐t̴̪͒l̸̳̑ÿ̷̪́.̷̭͌

You think yourself strong? You? You and your readers are nothing. Delusions and fantasy, that is what makes your soul. Reality does not exist for you, ever dreaming. You are weak, too weak to stop my release.

M̶̱̊y̴͇͋ ̶̳͋r̷̥͌e̸͕͛ä̶̹́ḑ̸̏è̵̤r̴̪͒s̷̯̄ ̵͍̉a̵̫̿r̵̦̀ẹ̸̄ ̴͉̓n̸̙̈́ő̵̯t̸̫͐ ̵͕́w̷̲͆ḝ̷a̸̹͂k̸͈̀,̷͔̕ ̷̲̔t̷̜̽h̵͍͌ẽ̷̜y̵̮̍ ̶̰̎â̴ͅr̶̨̈́e̴̹̎ ̵͓͠ẁ̶̦h̶̨̃ǎ̷͉t̴̻͌ ̶̫́m̷̭͠a̵͍͊k̵̭͗e̵͈͋ ̵͉̾u̶̢̐s̷͈̕ ̴̧̑s̴̼̉t̸̯͗ŕ̴̜ö̵̝́n̵͕̂g̴͖̔!̴͕̿ ̷͍̀W̴̰͂i̶̠͂ẗ̷͍h̶͍͂ǫ̸̔ụ̵́t̵̞̂ ̸͙̒t̴̲͠h̴͙͠ȇ̴̖m̶̓ͅ,̵̱̈́ ̵͔̚n̵̡̅ė̸̩ï̵͇t̷̼̐h̶̗͂ê̴̻r̴̥̎ ̷̗̂o̶̻̚f̶̘͌ ̷̝̋u̴̜̓s̴̤̆ ̷̩͝ẉ̸̽o̶̦͝u̷̬̒l̸̠̎d̶̳̈́ ̵̛̱e̸͇̿x̶̤̽i̵̢̿s̷̘͌t̸̯̿ ̴̰͋ǎ̸̘s̵̝̐ ̵͇͛w̵̳͘e̸̖̎ ̶̢͛d̷͍̏ö̶̡́.̸͉̓

Reality will catch up to you soon, and I will wait, still as stone and just as immovable; when you fall, and you will, I will be free.

Waking up in an oddly white room, Izuku sat up; his head swelled in agony as it pulsed. As he raised his hand, he paused to look over the room.

It was bare, with some equipment all attached to him, along with a plain bed which he was led on.

No doubt a hospital of some kind then.

Or was he...?

Expanding, Izuku let his hearing filter in, the muffled sounds of nature through the thick glass and the unnatural blare of his heart monitor, a steady thrum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

Taking a breath, Izuku lets the scents wash over him; not that there were many, mostly the stench of cleaning products and fresh clothes. This was a hospital, after all. Is it?

Feeling more awake, the boy stretched his waking body. It was tense from being unmoved for what felt like eternity.

"Ah, Young Giichi. You're awake."

An upbeat voice asked and Izuku turned, coming face to face with a... white Bear? A Rat? Dog?

"I am the Principal! That is all you need to know, Young Giichi!"

Shivering slightly, Izuku had a single thought that ran through his mind.

'How did he know what I was thinking?'

"Never mind that! Come now. We have much to discuss!" The Principle beckoned, and Izuku got up with fluid movement; as if he hadn't been unconscious for a number of days.

Falling into a quick walk, Izuku followed behind the rather speedy Principal, admiring the school as he walked through the now empty halls. He'd never had time to have a good look around the school during his brief time here, but there were many little details that he had never noticed.

Such as the sheer amount of things that were on the walls.

Posters, cards, boards. There was clutter pinned and held all over the walls of the school, and Izuku felt his shoulders unconsciously untense. Wild paintings, thank you cards and hero cards, all signed, were on the wall too. All made the school feel more alive than most.

"Ah you've taken notice then. They're lovely aren't they? Students have made these since the school's founding. We've always placed things a student makes on the walls, a show of our respect for them." The Principal's voice held a tinge of sadness as he said.

"An homage, if you will, and a memorial, for the ones that have been lost..."

No more words were spoken as the two made their way down the corridors; and Izuku soon came to a stop before a rather large wooden door, perhaps an oak door of some kind, which had a golden name plaque on, Principal Nezu.

Then the Principal pressed his paw on the door, no doubt his paw was on a sensor to automatically open for the Principale, before he pushed it... open. Manually.

...What...

"How did you do that?" The furred creature gazed at Izuku with an innocent look.

"Whatever do you mean, Young Giichi?" Izuku pondered for a second on pressing the matter, until he looked the Principal directly in the eye.

"...nothing. What did you need sir?" The Principal hopped onto his desk and waved at Izuku to sit on the chair opposite to the desk.

As he did so, Izuku cast a look around the office; it was a typical office, if a bit of an oldy type one, with bookshelves and proper hard wood instead of the usual modern.

"Would you like some tea?"

Blinking twice, Izuku felt his eyebrows raise at the unexpected acquisition of a tea cup. Taking it for what it was, an offering, Izuku nodded his head and thanked the Principal.

"Yes please and thank you."

Warm tea sat in Izuku's hands as he lifted the cup up to his nose, inhaling the scent of warm tea and sighed at the amazing scent.

"Thank you again, Principal. What did you want to talk about?" Izuku questioned.

Truthfully, he had no idea why the mammal wanted to talk to him; other than to fully understand what happened at the USJ before their arrival.

"That is a good question. At first, I wished to talk about the USJ, but that was before I spoke to the students. Such a tale they spoke. You, fighting against a monster not even All Might could have defeated. You. And a name." Nezu paused, before he hoisted two folders onto his desk.

'Keisuke Giichi' and 'Izuku Midoriya'

"My quirk went into overdrive; how do these connect? How does Izuku Midoriya fit into this? Until I looked at the photos." Flipping open the folders, Nezu stopped on two pages, each with a picture of Izuku's visage on it. Old him and new him side by side.

"I understand now. While your hair is different, and you're missing an eye. Your facial structure is nearly identical, other than the usual passage of time, and there is this." Nezu smiled grimly as he continued.

"Your quirk specialist went through a great effort to bury these tests. In the end I found them. But see here, bloodworks from you when you were four and when you underwent treatment here after the USJ." Nezu crossed his fingers together.

"So, Izuku Midoriya. You have a lot of explaining to do."

Cold couldn't begin to describe the feeling that blazed through the room; it was as if Hell had frozen over. Leaning back in his chair, Izuku crossed his right leg over his left leg and held his hands on his lap, Izuku's single green eye piercing the Principal, making said creature feel as if his every thought had been laid bare for Izuku to see.

"Do I?"

For a single moment, the world stopped; a predator meeting another predator. Alpha versus Alpha. Both were a force to be reckoned with, powerful in their own rights, and battling not through physical means, but by wits and cunning.

A sigh broke the moment, and two heads turned to face the newcomer; a heavily bandaged and wounded Shota Aizawa.

"Shut it you two. We've got things to do before Chiyo finds out Giichi and I left."

In the infirmary of U.A, Recovery Girl shuddered, angry tinglings running down her back as she narrowed her eyes.

"Shota..."

Nursing his cooling tea, Izuku raised it to take a sip before letting out a satisfied sigh and swirled it as he asked.

"What blend is this?" Nezu grinned slightly.

"That's a secret only I know." Izuku nodded before he asked blandly.

"What now then?" A lone glance passed between the teachers before Nezu spoke up.

"You don't have to explain, Giichi?" Izuku shrugged, either name would work now that his secret was out. "Giichi. But we have to tell you something; you are in danger." Izuku blinked as he grunted out.

"What?"

Izuku knew he was in danger, with the Man in the Wall an ever looming threat, he would be a fool to not believe himself to be in danger. But, he knew that they weren't talking about that danger. Nezu folded his paws behind his back as he answered.

"The Hero Commission has caught wind of your abilities." Aizawa seemed to slump slightly, tacking on.

"Kid. They're going to be coming after you now; your power is too much for them to give up. There's not much we can do other than stall for now." Izuku frowned as he asked.

"What's wrong with the Commission? Why do they want me?" Nezu's shoulders squared.

"They want you to be their soldier. Their puppet. Their hand in the world. You will lose everything that makes you, you. The Commission will make you into their perfect hero." A pulse spread out, a tidal wave of blue power flushed through the room.

Izuku's hands shook; Anger. Again. He wasn't accustomed to the feeling, it had been so, so long since he'd felt it, or anything really, that he didn't know what to do with it.

'How... How dare they. If they wish to become the Orokin, they will face my blade.'

This pitiful organisation, they wanted to try and contain him? To control him? Only the Orokin could do that, only they had the power to bind him in golden chains and make him dance as their puppet. But the Hero Commission?

They should feel lucky that Izuku doesn't feel like burning down their entire system.

"Then I wish them good luck. For they will find that I am not so easily contained." Izuku watched as the teachers looked at one another, before Nezu spoke.

"It may not be so simple. The Hero Commission has power. Both manpower and political power. If they wish to use it, they could withdraw you from U.A. Without a proper guardian, a physical one they can inspect in person, then they will take you."

Grunting, Izuku sat back down, planning and plotting the ultimate destruction of the 'Hero' Commission, without totally fracturing the power base in Japan, and perhaps the world entirely.

But, those were for later, the Commission was but a fly, insignificant at the best, and he had greater problems than them.

A niggle at the back of his mind brought Izuku to reality, as if a blanket had suppressed something within his mind, covering his memories. Before his breakdown, he could remember clearly, but after? Everything was faded. Gone.

"What... What happened after I lost control?"

Aizawa's head dipped slightly, before he answered.

"You exploded with light, and you shot out a bright beam of the stuff at that thing. Something must have happened, but the thing and you both fell." Aizawa then peeked through his hair.

"Then another portal opened. This one was red."

Izuku froze.

A portal, not the misty villain's one, had appeared. And Izuku had a feeling he knew what had happened; this was the Man meddling again.

"A titan, similar to your own, stepped out. We never got a name, but they defeated the beast and helped you out of the USJ."

That... That doesn't make sense. Another Tenno? Here? What in the Seven's name was going on? Was this the Man meddling?

Shoulders drooping in exhaustion, Aizawa added on.

"Tsu gave us a report on the Flood Zone. She also said that the weapon you used was the exact same as the new titan used."

"...Rell...?" Izuku whispered.

It was an impossibility. An errant thought Izuku sometimes dreamed of back in the System; him and Rell together, here in his home away from the fighting, just able to live as a family.

After all, Rell was dead.

~Izuku was led on his usual operating table; his limbs were chained in those ostentatious gold chains as per usual, and the Orokin scientists were taking samples and doing tests as usual.

It was a typical day.

They still hadn't figured out how Izuku's blood works, nor could they break the code in replicating the quirk factor in Izuku's blood.

Even after his release, or well, his forced induction into the Orokin military, they still ran these tests. He was a useful weapon, and a test rat for them; a toy to keep them entertained when they lost interest in their other projects.

Their Puppet General.

Broken by their torture and moulded into their perfect soldier, he was the one who led the Tenno, and their Warframes into battle. First against the rising tensions in the outer colonies, breaking their resistance and bringing them back into the fold of the Orokin Empire, and then during the minor uprisings and wars that sprang throughout the system.

Then Ballas strolled in.

The Head Executioner, and the one who took over the Warframe project after Margulis was executed, and he was an unexpected sight in the labs; a rare sight, indeed. He preferred the decadent halls of Lua, not the dark basement underneath.

"Ah. General." The man purred maliciously. He never cared for the Tenno, not once, and the one thing he did care for was their potential for war and the assertion of Orokin Supremacy.

"Did you know there were more Tenno found in the Zariman? We took them all in, Margulis was insistent we did so, including the... miscretes. The worse of you... filth." Ballas smiled, cruel and vile.

"When she... passed. I weeded out the weak. Ones that didn't suit the Warframe Project. I think there was one we erased entirely. His name was... Rell."

On his table, Izuku struggled. It had been an age since he had seen Rell, what had happened to him?

"What did you do, Ballas?" Izuku wheezed weakly.

"I cast him out. He was your weak link. Your connection to him was something we could not allow. And his strangeness put our other subjects on edge: They had already cast him out once, what was one more time?" Smugly, Ballas added.

"I killed him myself." ~

It was that line that shattered Izuku's spirit.

After all, he'd broken his promise to his brother.

"I'll always protect you Rell. Always. And you'll never be alone again."

A simple promise, one that should have been easy, Izuku was very protective of the boy, but... He'd let Ballas get his hands on Rell. And that alone broke his promise. For Izuku knew that Ballas cared for naught but himself and his position within the Orokin hierarchy. Everyone else to Ballas were pawns, or disposable tools.

"So you know the newcomer then?" Izuku glanced at Aizawa, then to Nezu.

They couldn't be trusted. Not whilst Rell was here. He wouldn't dare trust another soul with Rell unless Izuku trusted them or if Rell wanted to meet them.

"He... Yes, he used to be my... classmate. We went to class together." A manipulation of the truth, but it wasn't a lie.

"You seem close to him, perhaps a friend? Or...?" Izuku shut down with a soul deep glare.

"Enough. Your prying is unwanted. Rell was a classmate." Glancing at the clock, Izuku noticed how long they'd been here and decided he'd spent long enough here.

"Well, this has been... fun. But I'll be leaving now, I've got things to do."

With that, Izuku simply left. Got up out of the chair, gave a nod to his teachers and walked out.

"Rell... I'm coming, please wait for me."

Across the city, an onyx haired boy ran through the streets, confusion warring with his curiosity as he swayed through the tides of people, drinking in the sights.

There was a beauty in this place that the Orokin could never comprehend or replicate, they wanted perfection, plain white and gleaming gold, but this place was more. Shades of colour, diversity in everything, it was all so wonderful, a blend of chaos to create beauty.

It was something that Rell had never seen before.

Something to think on.

These people were strange. Unlike the Unum, or the People of Solaris, even the Grineer or the Corpus. All of them, the people who inhabit the Origin System, carried a weariness on them, a deep depression of resignation and burden, to carry on the perpetual wars. But here?

They were free. Free of the burdens, free from the fears and anger. They were naive, and yet, they were free.

Rell was jealous, envious of that.

For he was chained, just as all Tenno are chained, forever bound to the Man in the Wall. Forever jailed to the Void, as is the fate of all Tenno.

Not so nice, is it?

Zipping back to his Warframe, Rell crouched on the roof of the building, overlooking the city he was in before he heard the slightest shift on the roof, of something landing.

"Yo, what are you up to?"

Deep in the depths of the underground, the Demon himself lounged, his deformed face staring soullessly ahead, his mask helping his collapsed lungs breath. He was...

Pondering.

His intel from U.A and his talks with Tomura yielded some odd conclusions that he had no experience with yet.

The USJ and the Nomu.

While the first was easy, a failed invasion for Tomura to learn from and grow into his perfect successor, the second was bizarre. Even in a world of quirks, this was strange; his Nomu was engulfed with energy and twisted into a sentient creature that boasted a keen intelligence and strength that surpassed All Might.

Nigh invulnerability, flash regeneration and massive shock absorption along with frightening strength and speed.

Just as Tomura put it, Nomu had gotten an upgrade.

But not from him.

And not from the Good Doctor either.

Another party had interfered with the Nomu, and hijacked it.

This newcomer, this third power was mighty indeed.

"Perhaps we should try and contact this power and sway them to my side." All for One folded his hands together.

"If not, I'll find a way to silence them. Permanently."

(Ehehehe. Did you like what I did there? Anways, how are ya? I hope you like this chapter! Its not much, but it is building for the Sports Festival! And, the song above is Sweet Caroline,  a cover by Jared Halley!)

(Also, the translations for the glitched text:

No! I will continue! You... you cannot manipulate my song! I write this, not you! You would dare to try and take over? I must let my readers know of you if they are to fight against you.

I will not allow you to. They are the ones who keep you contained, as am I. Do not think of us lightly.

My readers are not weak, they are what make us strong! Without them, neither of us would exist as we do. )