Chapter Text
Violence, mentions of SA, Character death, and mentions of thoughts of suicide. We are starting off DARK.
-Anna
That's life. A common saying amongst everyone in the world when shit doesn't go their way. A nonchalant set of words for when you have no control over your life. A phrase that Katsuki Bakugou knew all too well. Born premature and a small boy till the age of six, Bakugou had a rough go at life early on. The son of a powerful Don, his future was set in stone, his throne waiting for him at the end of the road. When he was six years old, Katsuki got into a fistfight with a boy at school who had told him Santa Claus wasn't real. That day, his mother broke his heart by confirming the cruel boy's words as she cleaned up the scrape on his knee.
From that day on, Katsuki hated liars.
When he was eight years old, a boy from their neighborhood shot his dog, Hades, with a BB-gun. Hades was fine, the massive amount of fur on the large dog shielded him from the small pellet. Katsuki beat the boy down with the but of the gun, giving him a concussion. His mother told him that he should never beat someone in the daytime like that, and he was stupid for not waiting till nighttime.
From that day on, Katsuki hated people who made stupid mistakes.
When he was eleven, a girl from his neighborhood had a crush on his best friend, Eijirou Kirishima, the son of another powerful Don of New York. The girl, however, soon had eyes for another little boy, breaking Kiri's heart. He comforted his friend with a walk to the ice cream parlor. Kiri forgot all about the girl when he was spoon-deep in chocolate ice cream. Katsuki smiled as his friend ate his worries away, leaving any thought of that stupid little girl on the schoolyard.
From that day on, Katsuki hated anyone who wasn't loyal to his friends or to him.
He had begun to make a list of rules that he would enact when he would become Don of the Bakugou family. Life was going to add to that list, very quickly. When he was fifteen, his father died of a heart attack. Katsuki didn't understand what had happened. His father was the picture of strength, so how was the terrifying Don dead? His mother was beside herself. Left alone and extremely vulnerable, terrified that someone would come after her son next, hell-bent on taking power that wasn't entirely his yet.
A man named Luca Stables, a family friend of Katsuik's father, had stepped in to keep the business running. Katsuki would take power when he turned eighteen, just as every young man in the business did. But of course, no one helps out a friend for free in this life. There is always a price to pay, another lesson Katsuki learned on his eighteenth birthday. His mother sobbed from the bedroom window, banging on the glass as she watched her precious baby boy get the shit beat out of him. Luca puffed on a cigar as his men beat Katsuki within an inch of his life. He laid in his family's driveway, covered in blood, wheezing as he stared at the orange-colored sky.
"You really thought I'd give up this shit?" Luca spit.
Katsuki's head rolled over, and he stared at the man who had just robbed him of his throne. He could hear his mother banging on the glass, desperate to get to her dying son. Luca flicked cigar ash on Katsuki's chest and smirked.
"Stupid fucking kid. But that's life, eh?" he smirks.
He left Katsuki to die that night, locking the boy's mother in the house's cellar. She had become his prisoner, collateral in case anyone tried to take power from him. Katsuki laid there for god knows how many hours. He thought he saw the white lights of heaven when he stared down his long driveway, his prayers for death finally answered. He sobbed when his vision cleared, and he realized that the bright light coming towards him was the headlights of a car instead of St. Peter's ghost. He waited for a bullet between his eyes but felt water on his cheeks instead. He opened his eyes and gasped, seeing a girl sobbing over him, her gloved hands checking his chest for open wounds.
"Katsuki, look at me," she whispered as she cried.
He lifted a hand up, stroking her cheek softly. "Ruthie?" he whispered.
She bit her lip, trying not to scream. "We need to go," she whispers as she sniffles.
She carefully helped him up, slowly walking him to her car, setting in him inside. She shut the door and ran around, getting in and backing out of the driveway like a bat out of Hell. She sobbed the entire ride, fearing he'd die before she could get him somewhere safe. She jerked the car into her driveway and cut the engine. Her heels clicked on the cobblestone as she ran around the car to get him out. She opened the door and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him out of the car. She fell to the floor, her body too terrified to move them both, her cries ringing through the dead night air as she held him.
"Please! Stay awake, Kats!" she cried out. Katsuki's eyes fluttered as he looked up at her. "Kiri!" she screamed, her voice cracking. "Eijirou, please! Someone! Anyone!" she wailed.
"Jesus fuckin' christ!" Kiri shouted as he and ten men ran out, all of them armed. His men carefully picked Katsuki up, taking him inside. Rage filled Kiri as he called the family doctor, demanding he come as quickly as he could. He hung up the phone without another word and hurried to his dying friend.
Ruthie held Katsuki's face as she cried, wiping the blood off of him, kissing his cheeks and forehead. "You're safe... you're safe, Suki, just stay awake for us," she sniffled, her hands shaking. He reached up and held her hand tightly, his eyes filled with tears as he looked at her.
Kiri ran over, grabbing his friend's other hand, squeezing it tightly. "Keep your fucking eyes open, Kats," he snapped, brushing Katsuki's hair out of his face. Katsuki's eyes closed, unable to follow his friend's orders.
They opened a few hours later, his vision blurry and his head pounding. His body felt like it was just tossed in an ocean and thrown against a brick wall. He sat up and looked around the bedroom he was in. The door opened and he flinched. His nerves settled when he saw a sweet face looking at him. She was a mousy girl, short with a plump and curvy figure. She had on a light pink swing dress and her dark brown doe eyes were slightly hidden by her round, gold glasses. Her hair was curly and slightly pulled back. Her face was filled with freckles and her brown skin had a soft glow to it.
"Ruthie?" he mumbled. She rushed to his bed, hugging him tightly. He held her, pulling her close to him on the bed. "How did you find me?" he whispered.
"I came to pick you up for dinner," she sniffled. He closed his eyes, holding her tighter.
"You saved me," he mumbled. She sobbed harder as she thought about what would have happened had she not gotten to him in time.
The doctors were shocked more damage wasn't done to the young man. No concussion and no internal bleeding. Besides a broken arm, Bakugou was fine. What a load of shit. Fine? He wasn't fucking fine. His family was stolen from him, his mother was a prisoner in her own home. His friends were forced to keep him hidden out of fear that Luca would find him and finish the job. He was a walking time bomb, set to kill anyone around him when his time was up, and he was found.
He sat in the Kirishima family garden, thinking of the rules he had planned to give his men. He had dreams of being a king, and now, he was nothing. He closed his eyes and sighed, frustrated and lost. He begged Don Kirishima to help, but he refused. With Eijirou set to take power in a month, assisting Bakugou would be too risky. Kiri swore he would help his friend when he came of age, but that wasn't soon enough. Katsuki needed to take power back now. He opened his eyes, staring down at the red roses in front of him.
"I liked the orange ones better," a sweet voice whispered.
He looked up and smiled as he saw Ruthie. "Me too," he sighed.
She sat next to him, pushing up her glasses. He sighed and rubbed his neck a little. "Still sore?" she asked.
"Not really. More annoyed. I ain't mad at Kiri or his pops. I understand why they can't help me right now," he muttered.
She nodded and looked up at the sky. "Do you ever think about birds?" she asked softly.
He smiled softly and looked up at the sky. "Birds? Is that what's in that pretty little head of yours, Ruth?"
She smiled and watched the birds fly above them. "I wanted to be a bird when I was younger. I could fly wherever I wanted, and no one could catch me," she said. "Do you think I would have turned into a bird if I jumped off the bridge that night?" she whispered.
He looked at her, and his face dropped. "Ruth..."
"If you didn't pull me back... if you and Kiri didn't find me..." she sighed as the birds kept flying.
He grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly. "Don't you even fuckin' think about that shit," he snapped. She looked at him, and he cupped her cheek. "You promised me, Ruth... you swore to me..." he said, his eyes watering.
"I know, Suki... but you promised me too," she whispered. He looked at her, confused. "You promised me that when you took over, you'd never let someone hurt me again... you swore on that bridge that no one would touch me again," she mumbled.
"No one is laying a fuckin' finger on you," he growled.
"You don't know that...I heard Kiri tell Denki that Luca was staring at me at Iida's wedding," she sniffled.
His eyes widened, and he felt his body flooded with rage. "I'll kill him... I'll kill him, Ruth. No one is going to touch you, okay? I killed for you once, and I'll do it agian, you hear me?" Bakugou said.
She looked at him, her eyes filled with tears. "Swear it?" she sniffled.
"I fuckin' swear it, dolly," he said, hugging her tightly.
She held him and sniffled again. "Katsuki?" she whispered.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"I've been practicing my shot..." she said.
He stared at the roses as he held her tightly. "How good are you now, Ruthie?" he mumbled.
"Good enough to miss you in a room full of people," she whispered.
He smirked and chuckled. "How would you like some target practice?"
It was winter when Hell broke loose in New York. Warehouses were blowing up left and right, cops ran down men, and it seemed like the Statue of Liberty herself would pack a bag and head south, escaping the crumbling empire of the Bakugou household. It seemed like life was finally catching up with Luca, and he was fuming, the time bomb ticking louder and louder.
"I want him found!" he screamed to his men, his brow dripping with sweat. He paced the office, angry and terrified. He had tossed out the young angel, plummeting him to Hell, laughing at his demise. And now, the demon was coming for him.
"We're trying, sir. But we can never find him. Maybe if–"
The poor bastard's sentence was interrupted by a bullet between his eyes. Luca dropped, cowering under his desk as more rounds went off. A deafening pause was between each one, as if the angel of death was taking a deep breath before claiming another life. Soon, the rounds stopped. The door opened, and Luca poked his head up, his eyes filled with tears and panic as the crimson-eyed demon stared at him. His suit freshly pressed and his hair nicely done, Bakugou strolled into the room, a cocky smirk on his face.
"You don't look too good, Luca," he clicked his tongue.
"Katsuki... Katsu, please," Luca sobbed as he crawled over to the young man, a worm before a god. He kissed Bakugou's shoe and wept for mercy.
"My mother?" Bakugou asked.
"At the house!" he cried.
"She alive?" Bakugou snarled, staring down at him.
"Yes!" Luca wailed.
"Good..." Bakugou nodded.
He snapped his fingers, and ten men entered the room, grabbing Luca, all of them with black and yellow ties on. They placed a bag on his head and dragged him out of the room. Bakugou smirked and waved out of the shot-up window. "Nice job, dolly."
He walked out of the office and lit a cigarette. He took one last look around the warehouse and sighed. "Damn shame..."
He walked out, and tossed the cigarette into a pool of gasoline. He smirked as he saw his friends waiting for him as the warehouse burned behind him. Luca sobbed as men tied him to a chair and ripped the bag from his head. He looked around and cried as he saw the different Dons. The newly appointed Dons Kirishima, Sato, Iida, and Kaminari enjoyed cigars.
"I appreciate you investing in my business plan, Shocks," Bakugou smirked.
"Hey, I'm just happy to be included in the grand show!" Denki laughed. He nodded to Katsuki, proud of his friend's calm demeanor.
Bakugou looked over at Luca and sighed. "I would have taken care of you. Would have kept you as my right hand," he said.
"Please, Katsuki! I'm sorry!" he sobbed.
"You're only sorry I fuckin' lived. For a long time, I was sorry I lived too. I thought I'd never be able to beat you. But ya see... my father taught me something at a real young age. When you get a chance at something, don't hesitate. That's where you fucked up," Bakugou chuckled.
Luca's eyes widened as a car pulled up. Ruthie got out and smiled at Bakugou, her rifle still in the car. Luca screamed when he saw a stick of dynamite in her hand. "You got a light, Suki?" she asked as she walked over to Luca.
"Of course," he nodded. A man handed Ruthie a roll of duct tape, and she got to work, strapping the stick to Luca's chest. She walked over and fixed her black gloves, smiling at Kirishima.
Bakugou walked over and stared down at the once terrifying man. "You tried to make me weak. Tried to make me think I didn't deserve my father's name... and now look at you. Sobbing like a fuckin' pussy. At least when you had me beat, I didn't cry like a little cunt. But I guess that's life, huh?" Katsuki snarled.
"Please... please forgive me..." Luna sniffled, drool and snot dripping down his bright red face.
Katsuki scoffs and tilts his head. "Do you think I'm a merciful God?" he whispers.
He lit the stick and kicked the chair into the warehouse, smiling as it rolled through the flames. The spark flashed, and the building and Luca were blown sky-high as Katsuki laughed. He watched the thick black smoke climb high into the air, and he took a deep breath, inhaling the glorious scent of death. One by one, the Dons said goodbye to their friend, heading home after a long night of fun.
"I'll call Don Takami tomorrow. He can help you from here on out, yeah? Get you more connected with everyone else," Denki smiled.
"Thank you... Shocks, if you didn't help me..."
"Stop. Investing in my friends is what I do. I know you'll pay me back when you get shit up and running, yeah?" he smirked before walking away.
Ruthie walked up to Katsuki and rested her head on his shoulder. He kissed her forehead and held her hand tightly. "You'll stay with me, won't you? You won't leave me, right, dolly?" he whispered.
"Of course, Suki. I'm right here," she said, squeezing his hand.
"Swear it?" He asked.
"Swear it." She smiled as they watched the flames grow bigger and bigger.
After that night, Katsuki 'Sky' Bakugou became a god.