What had actually happened was that Rwanda had just inherited the quirk, right then and there. After months of hearing Bankei's dirty thoughts, the curiosity had killed the cat. The boy asked Bankei what those dirty thoughts meant.
At first, the man panicked. How had this child known his true intent? He then quickly came to realize that it was the child's quirk, and smirked evilly. And from then started the "play times" - and the murderous thoughts.
As surprising as it sounds, the two's farewell wasn't with the teacher being dragged away by cops and trusting adults enveloping Rwanda in a loving hug that would truly lead him to a new future and a bright new start.
A few of the other orphans had seen the said abused boy being "favored" by Bankei and got jealous. After all, Bankei was the "nicest" teacher at the school. The other students all ganged up on the poor boy and yelled at him, throwing harmless things like paper clips and balled up papers.
Though, their words were far from harmless.
At the end of the day, the whole orphanage was burning to the ground with only the child who caused that fire surviving, standing in front of the burning building with a big, proud smile on his face. His eyes were propped open as he tried to capture every moment in front of him, small chuckles and giggles exiting his throat as he watched the building crumble.
Rwanda didn't know who died, or if Bankei had even died. He was too full of adrenaline to remember. When the firefighters and police later investigated, they found out that everybody in the orphanage - the orphans and the workers - were all dead, but not by being burnt alive. They all had at least three wounds in the heart or their throat slit open. All of them.
Rwanda was taken to a mental institution and wasn't let out to see the sky for a very, very long time. Mind that he was barely six years old at the time. He had lived in a building with sickening white walls and bright LED lights, a single ray of sunlight not touching him forever.
He was very unhealthy, lacking many vitamins and energy. One day, suddenly, on his tenth birthday, a very rich looking man had paid for him to get out.
The man had a grin that made Rwanda uneasy. The man had a cane and a top hat, as if he were late by a century. The first thing the man ever said to him that changed his whole life, was, "Your body now belongs to me." And it was just that.
The mysterious man went by the name of "Midwinter", and Rwanda was almost convinced that it was a made up name. He was taken out of the institution, finally bathing sunlight since he had stepped into the building. The boy began taking in everything around him. From what he observed, Midwinter was wealthy. His car and unneeded bodyguards said so, along with the branded clothes the man wore.
When the two had settled in the spacious car, the man finally started explaining with a topic that made Rwanda panic a bit. "Rwanda, you're a murderer, correct?" The boy's eyebrows furrowed, his eyes deadly as he glared up at the rich man.
Midwinter laughed, dismissing the menacing stare. "Oh, come on, don't look at me like that. I'm not talking about the orphanage incident, boy." His voice suddenly lowered by octaves, his expression displaying nothing but pure evilness. "I'm talking about when you lived with the mistress of death; your mother." Rwanda's eyes widened, his back straightening.
He didn't care about the fact that his early-on murdering had been revealed, he was more focused on the fact that this man knew his mother. Midwinter was more than pleased by his reaction, tapping his cane's head. "Well, am I wrong? You helped get rid of her bodies, did you not?" He demanded.
"Why are you asking me this?" He spoke, his voice a bit raspy from not being used in a long while. Midwinter showed a nasty smirk, sending shivers down Rwanda's spine.
"Answer the question." The young boy shuffled uncomfortably in his seat, looking up at him. Oh, how the man enjoyed this sight. He loved how had had the ability to get a psychotic murderer like Rwanda to fear him and cower like a little dog.
The boy nodded quietly, obviously staying cautious. Midwinter sighed and smiled. "You see, boy, my line of work is filled with murderers like you. We're a professional assassination group, yet to be stopped. You seem to like the idea of slaughter, so why not do it with more protection? If you work under me, you could be free and you don't have to worry about being thrown behind bars. What do you say?"
Rwanda wasn't as shocked, but he was in disbelief. This was too good to be true. He thought about it for a while, quietly thinking. The words that came out of Midwinter's mouth was a pot of gold. "What's the catch?" Rwanda asked, looking up at the man once more.
Midwinter's grin only grew wider, his eyes filled with nothing but evil. "The catch is that you belong to me."
BNHA FTRF crossover 1
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