Thousand Cherry Blossoms

II

~Rebirth~

~Liberation~

A boy groggily woke up in his room. His first thought was 'Where am I?' this boy was of course Izuku Yagi.

"What happened? Where am- Wait! This is my room! How did I get here?" He ranted, until he remembered what happened.

Tears gathered in his eyes and streamed down his freckled cheeks, his only safe haven in this cruel world was taken away from him.

Why does this world hate me so much?, He thought with no one to answer his questions.

"Don't cry." His head shot up. He looked around to see who said that but found no one. 'I must be going crazy' he thought with a strained smile, tears still streaming down his face

"What's the time?" He looked at his bedside and his eyes widen not because of the time but because of what was next to his clock.

On the small table besides his bed where he placed his clock was a beautifully crafted Katana. It's hilt was bronze with purple wrapping and diamond cutouts which lined the hilt. It had a bronze cross-guard. It's sheath was a clean white with a purple ribbon at the side.

Izuku picked up the Katana and noticed how it did not feel heavy.

He carefully drew the sword from the sheath and marveled at the beautiful ebony black of the blade.

"Ugh!" A high pressure suddenly befell upon Izuku who found himself kneeling, struggling to stand up.

"...Say my name..." Izuku heard a voice, it was but a whisper. The voice sounded gentle and soothing yet also strong and dominant.

"Name?" Izuku questioned. It was the same voice he had heard moments prior. Izuku was now on his knees, the glass of the window had cracked and shattered under the pressure. The wood of the floor had small cracks running through it.

If the pressure was enough to shatter glass and crack the floor it was no doubt enough to alert someone in the house if someone was in it that was.

'No doubt they are out with Izumi', he thought bitterly.

With no one to help him, and even if someone was in the house they wouldn't help him, Izuku tried to pry the sword away from his arms but It was as if the sword had a will of it's own and refused to budge from the green haired boy's arms.

"Say my name!" The voice demanded, this time more louder and fiercer.

"How should I know your name!" Izuku retorted. Izuku heard a sigh and some muttering "Then this shall help you remember..."

Izuku held the blade high and positioned it so the blade was pointing at his stomach.

But this was not Izuku controlling his hands, it was the owner of the mysterious voice. "No! Wait!" Izuku tried to plead but to no avail.

The blade was coming closer and closer.

*Stab*

Blood poured from Izuku's stomach. The sword protruded from his back.
Blood dripped from his mouth.

"So... this i-is how I... Die" with each sentence Izuku found his eyesight blurring.