Seven years have passed since the stand-off between All Might and All For One; effectively putting one temporarily out of commission, and the other having his strength slowly deplete. As if to add more severity to the historical clash of the two symbols of good and evil, another destructive force followed-- the incident-- the devastating phenomenon that the masses have decided to collectively call The Cyclone. An unexplained destruction that amounted to 2 trillion yen worth of damages and left 10,139 injured; 4,835 dead. As the name suggested, it destroyed like a cyclone, but confusingly enough, it wasn't actually a cyclone. Harsh winds that can knock down buildings; a bright beam that could've resembled a lightning; clouds gathering ominously within a given parameter.

The shockwaves were the most unusual.

With the long time given, one would think that a great country like Japan would have already recovered from the tragedy by now-- with advanced equipment and more than capable quirk-users that could get the job done. However, that wasn't exactly the case.

With detection quirks; every dead bodies were located, and with strength-inducing quirks and numbers, every cadavers were brought back to their respective families. Yes, every corpse had been found and retrieved within three months. With one-fourth of Musutafu destroyed, along with some parts of the neighboring cities that unfortunately got involved in the infamous event, you'd say that the retrieval was a swift process.

Although, just when the people were about to clear the area and rebuild, machines that were involved in the project mysteriously broke down.

The first few times it happened, people passed it off with the excuse of simple machinery defects. However, the moment it started happening far too many times, people concluded that whatever caused The Cyclone must have emitted some sort of radiation that disables heavy technology (with cellphones and other small gadgets somehow working perfectly fine within the zone); hence, aircraft avoided the particular area in caution. Thus, they resorted into sending in human forces.

That, too, backfired.

People, who volunteered and worked to rid of the debris from the wrecked clearing, started claiming baffling things that the media just love to eat up. Feeding upon the enigma with the masses' hungered curiosity and wonder-- to add drama and lore; to romanticize the disaster for business' sake.

Suddenly, we can't move even a pebble, the volunteers said; that no matter how much strength they forced on it, to the point that the small stone should break and collapse upon the given pressure, it just wouldn't budge. Then, small rocks started pelting themselves towards us, the workers exclaimed. More complaints were recorded until eventually, they came to a conclusion that someone must be playing a nasty joke on them with their quirk. The set back was so bad that it lasted a month, forcing authorities and heroes to get involved.

And the heroes had their own fair of trouble during their aid, and confirmed for themselves that the claims were all true.

But no quirks were detected while observing the phenomenon. Without the explanation being of quirks, this was one of the few moments people thought of supernatural reasons.

The people then decided to be satisfied in just succeeding on retrieving all the corpses; paying fearful respects towards the supposed haunted area that now contains the ghosts of thousands dead.

While all bodies in the area had been collected, it didn't mean that there was no missing. Insignificant in number, but significant in terms of circumstances.

Only one missing: Seishin (Y/n).

~*~*~

Update on The Cyclone: 4,842 total deaths, you scowled bitterly, as you read over the article on today's newspaper, the additional death count sourcing from the six patients who were once in a comatose state. It would seem that their injuries were beyond recovery; even with the existence of healing quirks.

That's six more memorials you have to add to your collection.

Sighing, you lifted yourself up from the pile of concrete pieces, then threw the newspaper away to your fire-fuel stash, right next to the bloodied child, her head tilting in wonder as her eyes remained empty of that said wonder, before you ambled towards the semi-demolished cashier counter; easily going around it before picking up a stray rock and drawing six new lines on the wall, ignoring the transparent man staring at you with a hollow eye and an empty eye socket; his mangled jaw barely hanging by a few strands of muscle.

"Please help me, miss. I can't find my mommy."

"Sa...ve... me..."

This was your home and your own customized memorial for the victims of The Cyclone: an abandoned convenience store-- located near the rumored heart of the phenomenon. Parts of the ceiling have collapsed, along with some walls, but the establishment was still capable of providing a roof above your head (as long as you stand on the right side of it).

Solemnly staring at the new addition, you then knelt down, bowed your head, and prayed; the few souls that either passed by you or stayed to watch you being your only company. And eventually, time passed from what seemed like minutes into hours-- the hour for the Symbol of Peace's arrival nearing. It was about to be four in the afternoon. Your lamenting started seven hours ago.

"Stop crying please."

"You should feel guilty."

"Thank you for praying for me."

Preparing for the Symbol of Peace's arrival, you exited your only home and came out to the vastly gray clearing; debris, dust, and destroyed buildings greeting your sight, along with a few familiar faces of the victims of the infamous phenomenon.

A brooding wasteland that no one dares to enter. Abandoned. Feared. Lonely.

With you being the only corporeal body on the land of the haunted.

A perfect hiding and meeting place for the weakened hero.

"You killed me!"

"Your fault..!"

"Why did you kill me and dad? Were you mad at us?"

WhywhywhyWHYWHY—

Seeing a projectile land a few meters away from you, you didn't flinch from the powerful shockwave, an incorporeal barrier already formed protectively in front of you.

Your visitor has arrived on time, as usual, his broad and muscly silhouette being distinguishable from the clouds of dust.

All Might was the sole reason why the public and the government stopped probing the remnants of The Cyclone. With his authority and charisma as the Number One Hero, he convinced both parties to just be satisfied on retrieving their dead and have the destroyed land serve as a memorial—yellow police tapes around the area from the government, along with flowers and candles of remembrance from the public. With the government's diligent investigation (with all kinds of resources available) proven fruitless, they simply gave up on the case, leaving the phenomenon as is. The public was aware of the authorities' efforts and accepted their loss, with only a few disagreeing on their leaders' withdrawal.

Of course, that was just a front.

Toshinori Yagi knew of your existence; only him—no one else.

Back then, the government was so desperate, they called for the blonde hero all the way from America. You didn't expect his presence, hence why you couldn't hide in time, and with his inescapable speed, he found you. Upon seeing you, the Number One Hero was reminded of the time he bitterly learned that he can't save everyone.

The girl he failed to save.

Within his whole career as a hero, you were his first failure. And then the 14,981 victims followed.

At the first moment he saw you, he thought he saw a ghost made up by his guilty conscience, as he believed that you had already died.

He wasn't wrong.

The next thing you know, All Might returned with a report that contributed to the government's discouragement on further investigation. It was then the authorities knew to give up.

All Might lied for your sake.

He's been visiting you for six years now; taking breaks here and there for his treatment outside of Japan. If you were younger, more... 'yourself', you would have felt excited and honored to have your idol spend his time with you. But you grew out of that. You no longer objectify him as your ideal future self.

Instead, you saw him as a friend, as you to him. And to you, that was of the greatest honor.

"Young Seishin, how are you feeling?" The muscular hero greeted enthusiastically before disappearing in a puff of smoke, a thinner and less energized form taking his alter-ego's place.

The spirits around you gazed at the man that once took their favorite celebrity's spot, feeling disbelief that he was the same person they once looked up to, but their eyes showed none of that. In fact, their eyes only reflected nothing. Empty.

Toshinori Yagi suddenly shivered, aware that ghosts and spirits exist, watching over the living, as you've told him a long time ago. He was fortunate that only you could see them, as he would have broke down if he saw the very sight of his failures, but would gladly take that curse from you if it would mean to lessen your burdens.

If he remembered correctly, you can hear them too. They talk, they shout, they scream for your attention, but you only shut their voices out for the sake of your sanity. You've learned to ignore them two years after your supposed death. If you didn't have the capability to silence them, the blonde hero was afraid of the state of your mental health getting worse than it already is.

All Might suddenly felt cold.

Why do people shiver in the cold?

Because the cold is familiar with death, he remembered you telling him—your poetic wisdom filling him with unease.

"Same as usual," Your voice automatically answered, coming out as a monotone drawl. "You're growing weaker." You pointed out, your voice not wavering from its expressionless tone. "How are you faring from your injury?"

"Don't worry about me. Be more worried about yourself." He dismissed, smoothly evading your question. "Have you discovered a cure for your..." The blonde trailed off, with him assuming that you already knew what he was referring to. A pathetic way to divert the topic, but you humored him anyway.

"No." You said with a tone underlying with disappointment and frustration, before lifting your faded green shirt that was caked with blood that dried years ago. Your shirt was the same shirt you died in, your body never growing out of it, its color now being mostly brown than said green.

Shamelessly showing your torso, you let All Might see the multiple cuts and gashes that decorated your skin—none of them had healed. However, the most prominent injury was a hole at the bottom of your mid ribs, just below your bra line, that was deep enough to be a two-way—in fact, it was, as he could see the other side if he looked hard enough. But something new caught the attention of his turquoise eyes—his sight on your lower left breast.

"What happened to your heart?" The hero asked, before you simply replied.

"I stabbed it with a shard of glass." All Might frowned.

"I don't encourage self-harm, young lady—no matter your circumstance." He scolded, as you continued to stare at him with hollow eyes; eyes that resembled death, but filled with the warmth of fondness—another difference that separated you from the spirits that surround you.

"It was worth a try. I'm growing desperate." Your shoulders shrugged. "I discovered something interesting though." Despite he didn't like what he just heard, Yagi paid close attention. "It didn't hurt. My self-infliction never hurt, unlike this—" You pointed at the hole below your ribs; the one that he inflicted. It made you wonder though; curious.

Then silence, as the emaciated man reminisced how you got that wound.

Ever since you 'died', you couldn't feel any pain, except for the wound that killed you; your Kill Point, as you've now called it. It still hurts to this day. Burning. Agonizing. The very embodiment of your pain.

The cuts, the bruises—you were numb to it all. While all your injuries never healed, they also never stopped bleeding, until eventually, you ran out of blood. Your body was dried of it years ago.

You're just a fifteen year old's corpse. Forever pale, forever unhealing, forever dead, and forever alive.

"Do you think that maybe I could... if he killed me again--"

"Absolutely not!" The blonde bellowed, before coughing harshly-- that's new. He never coughed before.

Nevertheless, you didn't point it out neither did you speak up afterwards-- shaken at how angry he sounded for you to suggest such a thing, but your body language remained still; only a slight flinch that can easily be excused as a trick of the eye. However, with a heart like All Might's, he slowly yet easily calmed down, making you ease your guard with him. The both of you returned back to your former tones, albeit the atmosphere was a bit tense.

"He misses you, you know?" The Symbol of Peace finally spoke up, interrupting the brooding silence.

Ah, right. Taida-kun is pursuing a career on heroics, hence how All Might is updated on his well being. He should be twenty-two by now, as should you if you grew up with him. You could transform into your twenty-two-year-old self if you so desired, but you only use it if it's necessary to go out in public to retrieve your daily newspaper. Besides...

That ability is nothing more than a mockery of your circumstance. To be able to turn into the age you died in and into the age you should be today.

To grow up without having to leave the anchor of the past...

Is a cruel reminder.

"... If he so wishes to grieve for the dead, let him lament along with the other civilians." You coldly replied, but the warmth in your eyes did not disappear at the memory of your best friend—better yet, your past's best friend.

Why he became a hero was beyond you. If you remembered clearly, it was you who wanted to be a hero.

You thought he wanted to be a teacher.

"But you aren't dead," The Symbol of Peace stated rather firmly, as he remembered how many times he has to remind you of that. And along that came the many times you debated about your condition.

"If I'm not dead, then I might as well be. I'm just a physical ghost. A special case." There the two of you again with that same argument. However, you decided to try something new and change the direction of the debate; something that even he would agree with. "Even if I'm alive, I can't live a normal life. I can't go back to him. Even if you pulled some strings to give me a new life in a new country, who is to say history won't repeat itself?"

His silence indicated that you were right.

Of course you were.

"Don't worry, once I break this curse of immortality, I won't have to bother you again." You reassured. "I'm really okay with being dead." You said solemnly, as you forced out a small smile to reassure him further.

Again, silence.

"You should go now. The sun is setting. Nighteye might be looking for you." Your sight wandered towards the sunset, the glow painting your skin a melancholic orange, as a memory resurfaced within the deep depths of murky and dark waters that you call your mind.

Still silence.

There's a contemplative look on the hero's face, before being replaced by one you recognized to be his look of steel determination.

He never learns to quit, you thought to yourself. And that's a bad thing.

All Might should learn when to give up.

After all, you did. And you're stronger.

Finally, he responded, his well-known smile gracing his lips, as he transformed back to his prime self, preparing to take off.

"Know this, Seishin, I'll do everything in my power to save you." From yourself. "Until then, the least I can do is to help you the best I can. Care for you, when you wouldn't do so yourself! See you next week!"

And then, you were left alone with the spirits that haunted the place.

4,842 dead; seven additions to the original 4,835 deaths-- you were part of that addition, as you are no longer declared missing. You are now part of the kill count. Declared dead just today.

Looks like even the government gave up on you, so why won't All Might do the same?

Nevertheless, the death count was no mistake. Seishin (Y/n) died the day The Cyclone struck, killing her along with her parents. The dead cannot be saved; they can only be brought to peace.

Your desire to bring yourself peace is death-- true death.

But, you thought, your existence living in guilt, misery, loneliness, and shame may just be your punishment, with death being a price too cheap to pay.

After all, you were what killed them.

Seishin (Y/n), anonymously known as The Cyclone, the phenomenon that killed thousands; now reborn as the living corpse.

If you were to tell anyone, other than All Might, that, would they still think you deserve salvation?

If you asked your best friend, would he think you deserve salvation?

"Heh..." You chuckled as you walked back to your 'home', a bitter thought crossing your mind at the utter ridiculousness of that hypothetical question.

Of course not, was your automatic answer.

You killed his parents, you almost killed him, and in turn, he killed you.

He gave you your Kill Point; your pain. And you're not even mad at him. You don't deserve to be mad; not after everything you've done. Despite the mixed feelings you feel for your childhood friend, you still care about him. Maybe you wouldn't want to see him, but it does make you wonder...

How is he living without you in his life so far?

At least, if you're ever going to depart, you want to personally ask him without using his nickname:

'Ne, Shouta, how are you?'

~*~*~

The biggest F for Aizawa. Taida means laziness, sloth-- you can guess why you gave this particular nickname to him lmao. Also, the past is meant to be very vague. You won't know what fully happened without the flashbacks. I may edit this tomorrow since I can't trust my eyes today skskks

And no, you're not a zombie lmao. During this time, you're eight years away before the canon timeline.