Heroes and Pokemon: 'What am I?' A simple question, yet one with countless answers. Am I a pet? A mere animal capable of incredible thought? A partner to a Hero in training? Following the dream of the young man who created me? A sister in all but blood? Someone who had helped her sibling when he needed someone he could talk too?
A simple, profound question with answers beyond counting. I personally prefer the question of 'What will I do?' A similar question with just as, if not more answers than the last. My answer is simple, help Izuku.
Looking to the sky, I can't help but stare out at the stars. Ever since I was... born, I guess is the proper term, the stars had fascinated me. Each star, a light in the sky that represents another world. Could there be a world where creatures like myself exist? That is not to say that I begrudge Izuku for his Quirk. I don't. How could I? No one can say 'no' to existing when they hadn't beforehand. It was a fluke of genetics that resulted in a power that could create 'Pokemon'.
At that thought, I could not help but look down at my hand. The same hand that had rent 'Kurogiri' to nothing. Of all my questions, this is the one that keeps me up at night.
The night before the USJ, I fell into a near endless loop of nightmares. Nightmares that I learned the next morning to be visions of the future. In those terrors I had bore witness to Izuku and his class being slaughtered. During a fight with the 'Nomu', with near immunity to its physical attacks-wasn't that nice to discover-the leader had ordered the beast to attack Izuku... I was always too slow in those futures.
I would not allow it, I would FORCE fate to spare Izuku, spare his classmates and friends even at the cost of myself. Such resolve had.... unlocked? No, it felt more akin to a stream turning into a roaring river. Power that was always there, yet was waiting for a reason to use it.
And use it I did. Fear, instinct and adrenaline coalesced into knowledge, knowledge on how to focus my Psychic powers to create a Black Hole. Knowledge that was always there, but sleeping. Such power scares me, and it's a good thing that it does.
A shuddering breath leaves me as I centered myself on Izuku's mind. Bright, curious and peaceful. Like a cloud drifting through the sky on a sunny day.
I may have done what I needed too, but that doesn't mean it was something a Hero should have done. Izuku may have forgiven me, but I can't forgive myself. Not ever.
Only villains go for the kill immediately
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(I had inspiration, and wanted to bring some Gardevoir angst. Since she's basically being the classes therapist I wanted to bring out some the issues she's been having, especially due to the dystopian nature of Japan thanks to the HPSC. A result is that both Izuku AND Gardevoir bought into lie about Heroes the HPSC is trying to tell at this point in time. Especially since she is putting on a facade of being calm to help the class with their issues. With what she does to Kurogiri to derail the USJ, she'll be living with the reminder of how easily she could kill someone. Far more so than most of the people she's met. After all, not much can stop a psychic. I also just wanted to reference the first Mewtwo movie with the two meowths.)
Hell of an existential crisis
