Dabi

(Mentions of violence and blood)

Shortly after going out to rescue the victims of the attack orchestrated by Mr. Compress, Spinner and I set about destroying the files, while Twice stood guard. They were case and patrol documents, nothing relevant, until one caught my eye.

– Why would this one, of all the others, be more sheltered than the rest? – even the folder was a different color. Considering that this information could be useful to me, I took the file without my partner noticing. We finished the job as soon as possible, only to soon say goodbye to the winged hero.

Due to the events with the Shie Hassaikai Clan, I hadn't had time to review the file carefully. As I understood the guy had been creating a drug that, unlike that professor at the academy of aspiring pedants, permanently eliminated the quirks of those it impacted, all thanks to a single girl. That turned out to be an attractive premise for the hand fetishist, yet that didn't seem to be his only intention. Although it was not explicit, I imagine that the presence of the falcon wasn't necessary this time, or rather, convenient.

After a disastrous first meeting, in which Mr. Compress's arm wasn't the only lost due to the talks with Spinner, considering Magne's absence, and a subsequent meeting, Shigaraki had reached an agreement with the leader of the yakuzas, Kai Chisaki, better known as Overhaul. With this kind of alliance, he had requested the temporary incorporation of the crazy blood drinker and Twice.

– Collaborate with the Hassaikai? – Twice was understandably confused

– Yes, don't make him repeat it – his leader replied – His plan brings benefits. Toga and Twice from today are members of the yakuza.

– That joke isn't funny – he protested. The rest of us remained in silence trying to convince ourselves of such an absurd plan. – How interesting Shigaraki!

– He also wanted to take Kurogiri, but I got him to give in. – He began to walk to the center of the room. – Besides, he's dealing with an important matter. They will move through the subsoil ...

– What benefit is there ?! – and to think that whoever rescued me would end up in such a deplorable state – Now you're a cold leader?! – The man with an unstable personality, dared to place a hand on someone who with just one touch could disintegrate him. – Were you influenced by a masked man? He killed Magne; he took an arm off Mr. Compress. And I was the one who brought him here ... – Ah, all this was because he felt guilt, perfect to destabilize him even more. But his next dialogue left me thoughtful – I'm human too, Shigaraki. – Somehow, after my death at twelve, I no longer considered myself as one, but rather as an agent of chaos as a major hobby, however, after removing the mask I understood that maybe I was the only one who didn't see himself as human. – Tell him something too, Toga!

– What are we to you, Tomura? – Something told me that that answer depended on maintaining the unstable peace that still prevailed in the place. One word out of place, and chaos would make us easy prey for the mental imbalance of everyone present. To be honest, I had never been less interested in what resentful Shigaraki thought of us, until now. If it was going to be his simple puppet to use as he liked, it wouldn't hurt to hear his justification. – For me, the league is a pleasant place – it is precisely that argument that confirms his poor mental health, although I can testify to that. The girl got off the rusty desk where she was to slowly approach the mentioned one. – It all started with Stain. – Now it started to spin – And I also want to do what I please. I want a world where it is easy to live. Tell me, Tomura – and as I guessed, it was a matter of minutes before the mess started. The girl brought one of the knives to the stoic leader's jugular, while Twice accompanied her. – Why do I have to do something I don't want to do? – Tomura was silent for a few seconds, and I must assume that this time his argument would be convincing enough to strip "father" of his face.

– Why? – Although he was one of those who had caused the greatest damage to the society of heroes, the lover of prosthetics still seemed to me a weak and low–tempered guy. The only reason he pretended to follow his orders was just because of his facilities. I was aware that it would take several to finish with the number one hypocrite, and if we took others of the same caliber off, much better, but it was during that meeting that my point of view towards him staggered slightly.

His posture, his eyes, and even his tone of voice seemed to come from someone else, and not from the last thing I remembered about him.

– For my sake and yours. – For the first time, everyone seemed to be attentive to his words, including me – They want to limit our mobility and stay with you who are very helpful. They want to submit us little by little. That was not a deal between equals. – The girl moved her knife away from the announcer's neck, showing that his speech had an effect. – Twice, you said you wanted to take responsibility, right? You can do it like this. I… trust you. – Whether or not it was a mere manipulative phrase, it did its job. Both villains agreed. I suppose, after all, maybe he does have the character of the leader of the anti-socials.

It was Kurogiri who informed us of the disastrous outcome of the members of the underground organization, especially its leader, Chisaki, who was defeated with questionable ease by a teenage hero, a certain "Deku" whom Toga named with sick euphoria.

After tracing the path to the villain hospital, Mr. Compress, Spinner and I were requested by Shigaraki to accompany him to bid farewell to the downed leader.

The idiot Spinner was driving like what he was, an animal, which started to make me nauseous. I was inside the truck while Tomura took in the fresh air from above.

– In shoji you just have to take the king, right?

– It's not that simple – I replied

– They came just like you said. – Mr. Compress was talking to Toga on the phone – This highway is the quickest way to the nearest hospital for the villains. Thanks for informing; I take off my hat for your intelligence ... And yes, we wanted to say goodbye to him. – And with this, the call ended, although I would say it is a reckoning; he had reasons to spare.

– That's… Shigaraki Tomura! – they have already identified us; we must finish them off before reinforcements arrive.

– This swing too much, lizard! – I felt sick to my stomach – I get dizzy easily!

– It's Spinner, not lizard!

– Don't be mad, you idiot!

– Will attacking the police really help make the society of heroes that Stain wanted? I'm not so sure.

– It is a necessary evil, Spinner – replied the leader – You drive

On the other hand, I was beginning to feel anxious. My hands were starting to tingle at the thought of literally igniting chaos.

– Let's see ... – As soon as the flames began to come out of my hand, a patrol acted as a shield against the ambulance, but such scrap would not be a setback for me. A swirl of varying shades of blue lunged smoothly at the car. While it wasn't a new thing, it was always satisfying to destroy everything you could with a simple wave of your hands. Suddenly something caught my attention. Who is that? My flames didn't melt the vehicle, and after ceasing I realized that it was because of a "hero".

– The League of Villains are demons that damage our society.

– Thank you

– There had to be a hero, of course. – Tomura was also anxious – How lazy. Spinner, slow down a little! – and then we started backing up. A short distance away, he jumped towards the type of sand, getting engulfed in it

– Your quirk deteriorates what you touch, but you cannot catch the sand.

– We are not compatible.

– He's famous, huh? – being one of the most sought after, yes, it is. – Shigaraki is, simply put, the distraction. – Taking out one of its spheres. – Come on ... – the tiny sphere bounced until it reached the front of the car, instantly enclosing it – The patrol is learning to float! – Shigaraki frees himself from his grip the moment I get out of the moving car – There is no trick here. – He continued, following my steps.

The cracked guy managed to stop the ambulance, quite easily, while I was facing the pile of talking sand.

– You're good? – while holding the driver

– That's right – my hands emitted flames – Heroes always prioritize civilians...

– Some charred bodies were recently found – they must have been one of the informants I had to eliminate.

– Are you talking about me? What a joy! – hearing that was very satisfying

– Have you ever thought about how their families feel? – In my defense, I don't longer remember having any idea how one works. He lunged at me, but my flames resisted him, until he was encapsulated by Mr. Compress.

– Burning! – dodging a policeman while I shook the sand – The sand does not burn, does it?

– He'll die. It only seemed to be able to transform into sand from the torso up. – And this pleasant conversation took place at the time that Shigaraki spoke with his dejected partner.

He kicked the mattress where Chisaki was standing with a lifeless expression. He had only seen it in photos, but the guy at the feet of the gray hair didn't represent even half of what he had appreciated before. He looked dying and gloomy; no one would think that it was a yakuza.

– And you were going to be the next ruler?

– Did you come to kill me? – Asked barely audible

– No. I thought that would be the thing you would hate the most. – Mr. Compress approached him – I hate you; you are arrogant.

– Me too – taking off his mask after taking, ironically, the left arm of the gagged man.

– There are two boxes. What is the end product? – looking at two rectangular red containers – It doesn't matter

– Give it back to me! – barely audible requested

– Hey, Overhaul, – Tomura regained the position of leader that he presumed days ago – if you want to eliminate the quirks, you should not depend on yours, right? – at the time when the remaining hand of the aforementioned was disintegrated by his quirk – If I don't cut it, your entire body will fall apart. – And as if it were a favor, he did. – Well, now you are a powerless guy without quirk ... – His tone of voice was unhinged, in fact, it seemed to be exponential ... and it was. – I kept all your tricks and your efforts – The gray–haired guy was gloating with sick madness, and I must admit it was fun to watch. – From now on you will live watching without even being able to bite your nails. Cheer up!

– Get up soon, they will chase us! – and that's how Spinner ruined this emotional moment.

Mr. Compress gave him a mocking goodbye and the three of us walked away from him.

– Now it's our turn – and with that phrase, Shigaraki consolidated himself as the winner, having as a background orchestra the screams of the former leader of the now disjointed Shie Hassaikai Clan.

...

It was once back, that I decided to browse the file that I took days ago. Like the color of his feathers, the folder was bright red. The compendium, in addition to having generic information regarding his hero work, had quite curious information to be a professional hero.

– So, your name is Keigo Takami… – Considering that I am older for a couple of months. So, your hero skills manifested at an early age after saving people from an accident. – Aww so cute. – Then you managed to climb into the top ten heroes before twenty, quite a prodigy, only to end up as a collaborator in the LOV; some of this doesn't quite add up ... Or at least that's what I thought once I continued analyzing the information in my hands. The Heroes Public Safety Commission was in charge of educating the potential lifeguard. The documents also imply that – ... after being rescued by Endeavor ... – reading his damn name made my stomach turn, he had saved that poor boy from a hostile childhood while his son suffered from various lacerations caused by him; that damn thing is the epitome of hypocrisy ... I couldn't deconcentrate – "…his precarious living conditions were not the most optimal as well as being a 'reserved child'". – With how arrogant he's usually shown, it's hard to believe.

However, this commission seems rather to have turned it into a weapon. – "With skills for the art of persuasion and infiltration ..." and that is precisely why he never convinced me – The rest of the pages only abounded from his previous exploits before reaching his current position ... Until a gray folder slipped along with other leaves. When it was opened, at the top was the logo of the aforementioned commission, but it was the keywords "League of Villains" that motivated us to continue reading with great interest and eagerness.

– "By this means, we entrust the mission of becoming a double agent in order to infiltrate the League of Villains, without objections" ... So, you are obliged to be among us, birdie. – I could feel the euphoria spreading through my body; he was ecstatic. – "As on other occasions, you are authorized to proceed as you have been trained, as you deem necessary, to use your quirk to dispose of potential threats, following the elimination – disappearance protocol ..." so you are not as harmless as you appear. – Followed by a peculiar codename. Imagining myself provoked a wave of new and promising sensations, which only strengthened my intentions to keep him on this side of the scale. He wanted to find out what the limits of his darkness were.

This information placed the winged hero in an uncomfortable and unfortunate position; under my power.

As I thought about how to proceed with this information, my mind wandered to the next step to take, partly out of the excitement of meeting the one who thought had us under his control. I was anxious, but apparently, he wasn't the only one because, days after the ambush of the ambulance where Chisaki was, I knew that he summoned Mr. Compress and Spinner, I imagine that to obtain information. Too bad I wasn't quoted, I guess it's understandable to assume why I'm not, and won't be, to his liking. However, I managed to communicate with him to advance the meeting, although he didn't know it would be with me.

We met in the ruins of an old factory, surrounding one of the areas that he usually patrols.

– You are very punctual – I pronounced as soon as his wings let him fall on the ceiling

– Unless it's a Twice trick, I don't remember asking you

– Yes ... I decided to take the initiative. I hope you don't hold a grudge against me since the last time ... – approaching him – Sorry for the inconvenience.

– It's not my intention to waste time with you – his wings began to move

– I didn't call you unintentionally – and with that his wings stopped

– In that case, I want you to clarify what happened with the leader of the Hassaikai Clan

– Ironically, he lost his quirk and a few pounds – one of his feathers was accommodated in my jugular. On closer inspection, his eyes were those of a hawk cornering its prey; I think it was the first time I'd ever seen him shed his seemingly carefree attitude for a more intimidating one.

I couldn't help but laugh knowing that I was the one who drew that expression on his face. He was so close that I could feel his breath slightly pink my chin as the feather pressed against my skin. Being so close, while I thought he had me cornered, the urge to let him know that it was he who would be the prey filled me with almost uncontrollable ecstasy. – Why should I entrust such privileged information to an insider from the Heroes Public Safety Commission? – His face softened with bewilderment, even though he was still firmly pressing the arrow against my neck

– That's nothing more than a mere assumption ... – he rambled

– Do you think so ... Keigo Takami? – Seeing how his eyes widened when I named him was a poem. – Or do you like your assassin code better, Fierce Wings? He recoiled in surprise, his eyes now brimming with almost palpable panic. I was ecstatic. – What? Did I say? Did I mention something that is supposed to be kept secret? – His expression changed to an angry fear. When I managed to catch my breath, he had me against a wall, breathing heavily. This time, the feather did manage to tear my skin, because I could feel the drop of blood making its way down. Apparently, I managed to penetrate a sensitive fiber.

– How did you get that information?

– You don't even dare deny it, so that means it's true. – The feather was now making it difficult for me to breathe. If by this time I wasn't dead yet, it means that he fears that this information will be known by third parties or disclosed to more and better. – What? Are you afraid of what society might think to learn that the gale hero is a trained assassin by the same commission that led him to fill that position in the first place? – pressed me tighter against the wall

– Answer the damn question! – He couldn't be more satisfied with knowing that he had made him angry. At last he showed his true colors, but I was tired of being subdued, when I was the one with the greatest power in this dynamic. With a swift movement, I neutralized his legs, took his right hand over his head, and shortly after it was him who was against the wall, holding my left hand, which was now clenching his neck.

– You should have finished me when you had a chance; now it's too late. – I got him to release the feather he held in his right hand, only to be besieged by others behind me, ready to stab like daggers in every available space. – And answering the real question, no; no other LOV member knows of this information, but there is no assurance that they won't eventually. Worse still, – I got even closer to his face, now conflicted and frowning – what ensures that this information isn't made public? Who knows how many more have it at their disposal while you and I have this nice talk? I am just one more on that list. – Looking more closely at his face, his chin was carefully outlined, and a challenging look, which far from intimidating me, caused me intrigue – In this fragile society of heroes, can you imagine them discovering your other side? Suspicions would begin to run with respect to other "heroes" and chaos would reign; it would be like a witch hunt… Although I suppose you can't trust the words of a villain, can you? But how to confirm this information without exposing yourself and wasting your advances as a spy? ... Would they get off of you too if you fail? – His wings returned to their place, just as his breathing regulated.

– What do you want? – resigned. Hearing that question brought me a wide smile

– At last we are understanding each other! – I loosened the grip on his throat – The plan isn't finished yet, but when the time comes, you'll be the first to know. – The once fierce hawk now wore a defenseless look, which exuded frustration and intense airs of revulsion. I enjoyed this more than I could ever imagine. – For now, ... – My hand slid slightly upwards, and with my thumb I lightly touched the corner of his lips; he held an expectant look. Somehow, I began to feel something that I never thought; empathy. He had been subjected to training only to be a weapon, an object to use to achieve someone else's goals; just as I had once been. However, I wanted to take it to the brink; have a little fun with him.

His lips were slightly parted, and I couldn't settle for just looking. I pressed him against the wall, feeling the tension of his lips against mine. I put up resistance between contained gasps, but they were not an impediment to me to make my way in his mouth, willy-nilly. It was once I synchronized my movements with his, that I confirmed that he had more experience than I imagined. His breath hit my cheeks as I kissed him insistently. Apparently, his mastery wasn't limited only to harassment. I grabbed his bottom lip with inordinate roughness, just to see him cover it once I pulled away from him. He was visibly shaken as I triumphantly smiled at my subjugated, savoring the traces of blood in my mouth.

– By the way, remember that the only reason I didn't reveal your betrayal is because you are still useful to us, little bird. – I was eager to find out how I could use him. – Soon you'll receive new orders; That's all for today. – He still held the back of his hand against his lips, with the same expression of cornered prey, except that now he would be my victim as many times as I wanted.

Now this alliance would have benefits.


I feel that with Dabi I write everything I would like to do ... Uff!

Fact # 44

When I think of DabiHawks it is "I See Red" - Everybody Loves an Outlaw that comes to mind

"I see red, red, oh, red
Executioner style.
And there won't be no trial,
Don't you know that you better off dead?
All I see is red, red, oh, red"

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