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Izuku Midoriya stood in the hospital room. The nurses and doctors were afraid of him; he could smell their fear rolling off in waves. Nonetheless, he cuddled even closer into the uncomfortable hospital chair, curling his fluffy tail around his body as he looked sorrowfully at his mom’s dying body. He didn’t have the money to pay the hospital bills, so there wasn’t much else they could do except await her last breath. The moment she passed, he’d be shipped off the the orphanage, treated like a monster. He couldn’t even complain about the treatment since they were right. Tears pricked his eyes and his breath became shallow as he looked at the fading color of his mom’s cheeks. Even she was scared of him. An alpha wolfdog, with more wolf than dog, and armed with natural weaponry. His canines were sharper than that of a normal dogbreed, not to mention that he had more of them; his claws were monstrous; and he was on constant edge, making him extremely dangerous. He was a walking time bomb.
Inko was also a wolfdog, though she was much softer, having a fifty-fifty wolf ratio. She just looked like a dogbreed with a fluffier coat, unlike Izuku who had the striking resemblance to a wolf. The doctor came in, a pure human, since most all of the others were too afraid to even walk in the room. The human was obviously timid around him, though trying to hide it. Forest eyes refused to look at the sky of the doctor, being overwhelmed by the fear and sorrow that the he felt. It was hard to breathe in the first place, but that only made it worse. His ears were flat against his head as his tears continued to fall. The sorrowful scent of his own pain was like a cloud around him; that was one of the only reasons that they let him stay there, other than the obvious fear. “I- I’m here to check her vitals. D-did you want something to eat?” compassion was his voice which was surprising, seeing as he still greatly feared the Breed. Though, he couldn’t complain about the human, since he was the only one who dared address him. His blonde hair was wild and his lab coat was two sizes too big for him. Izuku shyed away from his words, though a single ear was pricked to the male. “It’s almost been a week and you haven’t eaten a thing,” the man’s fear dissipated and replaced itself with worry, “You harming yourself isn’t going to make her any better,” he continued to scold Izuku. Izuku looked over at Inko’s ragged breath and suddenly felt the hollow hunger in his stomach. “Once I’m done with her examination, I’ll take you down to the cafeteria- my treat,” he smiled at Izuku. Smiled. How often did that happen? The last true smile he remembered was when his father went away for a month, long before his alpha hormones kicked in.
The pure human, he later learned was called Toshinori, took him down to the cafeteria after scratching a few hopeless numbers onto his clipboard. Midoriya followed him without complaint, timidly walking behind the male despite his insistence of walking together. The room got quieter as people noticed him walking through the door. The once almost pleasant mix of scents slowly became tainted with the disgusting scent of fear. Midoriya tried not to crinkle his nose, for fear of appearing angry and making the smell worse. Toshinori was numb to the stench, lucky bastard, as he looked into the sea of coworkers, patients, and visitors alike. The hospital was pretty good about keeping an equal staffing. Several breeds, elementals, and mixes were scattered in their lab coats. The humans, although few, were noticeable as well. Midoriya’s eyes caught the rehabilitation crew, soft-natured elementals and mostly dog, cat, and rabbit breeds, though there were a few predators and fierce-natured elementals.
“What did you want?” Toshinori’s voice broke him out of his thoughts, “To eat? What did you want?” Midoriya didn’t have a clue; he hadn’t thought about eating since his mom fell to ill to eat. It was a wonder how he even survived, only eating small prey that he found on their property. Seeing the lost look in Midoriya’s eyes, the blonde human decided to choose, ordering a hearty meat-based meal. “But-” he tried to protest, though cut off by Toshinori, “No buts, you need to eat my boy.” He handed the meal to the male, whispering under his breath, “If you’re not comfortable eating here, you can take it back up to your mom’s hospital room.” Toshinori knew how well a wolfbreed’s hearing was, so he mumbled the suggestion while he looked away from the crowd. He had noticed how uncomfortable the young boy was, so he suggested something that would be more comfortable for him.
Days passed as Midoriya slowly began to trust Toshinori, using the male as a bit of a distraction from his slowly decaying mother. The doctor would stop by whenever he had a free moment, enjoying the low light in Midoriya’s emerald eyes whenever he smiled at the boy. Midoriya had gotten to the point where he could almost smile back. Alas, he was not allowed to have happiness in the harsh world that he was thrust into. He curled up in his typical chair, watching the morning sunlight illuminate Inko’s almost white skin. He watched her heartbeat monitor get slower and slower as time almost stood still. He saw it coming, the final decline. That stupid, unending beep rang throughout the room. Midoriya sat in the room alone, hearing the nurses rush down the halls, but he was as unmoving as his mother laying in cold blood.
The rest was a blur, memories of days fading out of existence. He was sitting in a room, a crowded room with sunlight seeming in through the window. He’d blink and be in the same room, but empty with moonlight pouring in white rays. The person in charge of watching him would gruffly gesture him around. He had to sign papers that he could read through blurry eyes. They sold his house and most all of his possessions, only leaving a few keepsakes in a bag that he picked out of the house. Midoriya was all but dragged out of the house as he said the final goodbye to it. Shoved in a cage, he was practically thrown into the back of a van that would take him to the orphanage. He looked out the window every so often, not wanting to risk being seen by the guards watching him. If they thought he wanted to escape, they’d make his ride a hell. There were a few other skittish kids in the front of the vehicle, chattering in whispers as if he couldn’t hear them. His cage flew forward as the vehicle came to a jeering stop.
“T-these kids ain’t worth your time, I swear,” Midoriya heard the van driver plead, trying to spare his life and that of the kids, “But I- I got a real monster in the back. It’s worth it, I swear.” The “monster in the back” was no doubt Midoriya, but he couldn’t care as he continued to listen. “There ain’t no way he’s gettin’ a home, and I sure as hell don’t want him anywhere near these kids, the freak,” the other outside the window must have agreed, because he got out of the car and made his way to the back. The back doors flew open as Midoriya shrank away from the light. “But sir-” one of the guards tried to bring up severity of what he was doing, “I’m doing that thing a fucking favor! You really think anyone’s going to want that?” the once nice and cute driver turned sour, objectifying Midoriya as he saw fit. “We’ll take him,” a honey sweet voice chilled the air as the well dressed man flicked a cigarette. He looked Midoriya up and down, grinning as the van driver yelled at his men to get the cage out of there, claiming that they were lucky enough to have been spared and that Midoriya, the disgusting creature as he was called.
The wolfdog didn’t protest as they chained him up and sat him on a plush leather seat. At least he was out of the cage as they drove down the unfamiliar roads. Armed guards sat in the expensive car, keeping a watchful eye on Midoriya as if he was about to jump at any time. He sat complacently, despite their obvious fears. Watching the world move through the heavily tinted glass, he brought his attention to the cold metal of his restraints; it was the most he had felt since his mom died. The other breed guards grew even more wary as they realized that he didn’t have a smell; he either was able mask his emotion entirely, which was a terrifying thought in itself, or he was truly unfeeling. He didn’t even have a trace of fear as they pulled up to the facility; he was as unfeeling as the empty, steel facility that lay in the above ground.
Midoriya continued not to protest as he was forced out of the vehicle and chained up even more. The muzzle they had given him when they stole him was rechecked and tightened before he even left the car. His wrist restraints stayed the same, as did the chains on his feet, but he was given a thick metal collar with a heavy chainlink leash attached to it. A blindfold was tied around his tired, sea green eyes as he was dragged through the facility. A large door creaked open, except that the door was on the floor? Midoriya flicked his ears in confusion, though being careful to control his scent so that the guards didn’t suspect him. The moment that door opened, he was hit with a wave of scents that were so contrasted to the empty smell of old cleaning products. Fear, pain, anger, breeds of all types, elementals, mixtures, even humans, and blood, blood, blood. So much blood, it seemed to be oozing out of the very walls. He heard shrieks, screams, yells, shouts, the tearing of flesh, the rush of a fire, wind swirling like a deadly storm, growling, howling, hissing, and a myriad of others that he could not place. Midoriya was so overwhelmed by the smells and sounds, not to mention the taste in the air, that he could not move for nearly a minute after the door was opened. He could feel the guards tugging at his restraints, sure to get angry soon, but he couldn’t tell their smells from the ones that flooded his nose. He finally managed to move, just nearly missing the punishment that would have come had he refused any longer. What hell had life thrown him into this time?