God's dancing doll.
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Dabi was bored.
Like, legitimately bored…
which was maybe a bit better than being in the street looking for drugs to deal with his pain, food, and shelter.
As for the reason why he was bored?
Forced bed rest by the dark cloud.
And said the cloud was now gone, apparently, It took too long for Tomura to return, and now...
Dabi was all alone in his room, Kurogiri told him in no uncertain terms that, if the burned man even dared to look at Tomura's gaming console, his life would be forfeit.
Now, before Dabi had gained Kurogiri's trust and... dared he say parental affection. (Seriously, who the hell was this guy? The moment Dabi got sick because booze on an empty stomach was the worst Idea ever, especially in his case. And That Kurogiri saw how thin, sick and pathethic he trully was, Dabi was served actual, easily digestible food, given a room, cloth and an fucking bed.) He would have touched the console and tried one of those video games just to mess with Handjob... but now.
Well, after the aforementioned pampering... and the shower, Kurogiri showed him his private stash of homemade ginger ale. After Showing Dabi something that felt like genuine care and respect, the one thing he could do was to give the same,so no messing with Tomura's Gaming console.
And thus, the cremated young man sat there, sipping on more homemade ginger ale as he wondered what he could do next, since Kurogiri had made it clear that this was now his room.
'Maybe I could just mooch off of them… you know, just living for the sake of living, maybe play the whistle blower and ruin daddy's image as a hero just by existing and watching the fireworks from a safe distance?'
But then, the Mental image of him roasting one Flaming garbage can while chugging down gallons of Kurogiri's amazing ginger ale was too hilarious to ignore.
As he fantasized on the dead, a peculiar sound met Dabi's still working ears... shockingly enug.
It sounded like muffle crying... whimpering.
'Did they kidnap someone?' The burned man wondered. He knew he did plenty of crazy shit to survive, but kidnapping?
Unless it was to make Enji suffer.
'Now... isn't this a happy thought?' He could make his... ototo Suffer for being alive.
Sure, it was something he'd never even envisioned but...
Well, if Dabi was to go into villainy, then may as well do the whole nine yards, it wasn't as if he would live long anyway.
Then... the whole place remained silent, but the air remained heavy with this type of horrible enticipation that would be before his sperm donor would walk in and drag him away to be tortured.
'But... there's like... no chance he hell he could be here, right?" He taught with dread, his ingrained Paranoia not letting him go back to his happy place.
He sat back up, careful not to jostle his staples too much (his worship of the porcelain God had done a number on them, and as nice as Kurogiri was, Dabi loathed owning the thing more than what he already had.) and sat up, listening intently for any sound that would betray the walking Fukushima presence in the league.
'Shit, if he's in the league, where the hell am I supposed to go next? Giran can only take so much of me, and while I got Lucky... I really don't want to sell this body for sex.
This was the one thing he'd promised himself that he would never do… that, and child kidnapping…
Unleash it was Shouto, now there, all best were off.
Still, he was not that committed to it yet… but he would!
Soon-ish.
As soon as he could get intel about UA and how to breach all the damn security the place had.
No matter, this will happen soon. He already was friends with Kurogir, so now, Shiggy had no reason to kick him and dust him, since it would make cloud daddy sad and he was sure that Shaggy was not the type of guy who shit on his father's wishes.
That was Dabi's job!
…
Here it was again… and this time, it was louder.
it was a stifled sob… and was it… blood he could smell?
Tooya was hiding in his room. He felt so weak, everything hurt, and… and he had to get out… he had to be trained today…
He bit the inside of his wrist, maybe… if he bit hard enough… it would stop?
Dagi shook his head… no… no, Touya was dead, but he didn't get the mercy of exsanguination.
There was a closet with its door slightly ajar.
Not taking much time to appreciate the Gamer Den aesthetic coupled with rainbow LED strips and… quite a few succulents. (how the hell were those even supposed to be alive?) and instead went to the closet…
Now, Dabi's Memory was… well, it was not really spotty, but there were some blurry parts… usually the ones his Sperm Donor would… Well, destroy him in the name of training. but, as embarrassing as it was, the Hidden snowhead could not remember for the life of him, how, in those times where he was also hiding in the closet (may explain some things in his life.) he had wanted to be found.
He could 'fondly' remember the godzilla-esque way Enji would stomp in his room, all but scorching whatever meager belongings were there to tear his traumatised and breaking son out when he realised the poor little baby homo was hiding in the closet…
so that would be a hard no…
No… instead, Dabi did what he did best ever since he'd woken up in a dumpster, waiting for death and yet not following the Shinigami, calling them cowardly bitches who always killed the wrong ones in the process.
The burnt man walked quietly, but with enough sound that he could convey to Shigaraki that he knew where he was, and that he would not hit on him…
for now.
No use kicking a downed man… except if they were called Todoroki, then all bets were off.
"hey… uh." God, this felt awkward. "Shigaraki? It's just me… Dabi." The guy could happily set fire to all of his shit just because he could, the guy who was a filthy patron of the bar who just came here to egg on the most dangerous guy in Japan because, deep inside, he wanted to die. And because despite the cheapest booze and could get… it was still the best thing he could hope for in his situation. and the roasted peanuts were obviously homemade, and with different flavours.
And the bar man just so happened to be the Dad he wished he had.
Forget abut being born in the ancestral family of the 'illustrious' Todoroki, let his be the son of the Black cloud manning a fucking bar in the middle of bad land Kamino ward.
Never the less, the brat was now hidding in the closet like tha shamed fag he was…
Dabi could relate, he definitely could relate.
Not that he'd give any time of the day to the human shaped dust bunny with an attitude.
"I'm going to open the door… Please don't be dead." He added, his mind returning to his gruesome discovery in a not so bad hotel room once.
yeah… it was not that nice, and the jackass didn't even refund Dabi for the room.
and even more psychological trauma.
But when he opened the door, the sight that met him was not a decomposing corpse spewing maggots, but…
Well, It was still dry-as-fuck Shigaraki holding his bleeding wrist (not as bad as he thought, the bite seems to be merely superficial… how the fuck did he managed to smell and hear him anyway.) as he…
Prayed.
"Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare, Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama, Rama, Hare Hare-" He repeated over and over again, holding his bleeding wrist to chest, his eyes clenched shut as he whispered the mantra under his breath.
It was a miracle Dabi even managed to pick it up.
'Well, Krusty-the clown is still alive, so that's… good? yeah, that's good.' Not sure about his mental health, but to be honest, Dabi only cared if the crusty fucker could uphold the end of his bargain and give him the opportunity to killl daddy dearest. of better yet; find a way to make his entire family suffer just like he did.
'See, daddy? I'm doing just like you, I'm getting even, just you you tried getting even with All Might. wait until I get to you, Wait until I melt that smug smile off of your face as you watch your masterpiece choke on his ashed up lungs. Wait until I bring your head to Stain, and have him love me as I should've been loved..'
Dabi shook his head. sure, those were happy thoughts but… somehow, they felt a little wrong now. Besides, he'd stop following Stain's ideals when he realised the hypocrite was doing less slaughtering nowadays and more sleuthing.
Dabi, unlike his daddy dearest, was not a patient man…
Suddenly, garnet red eyes pecked out of mop of wispy, baby blue hair. warily staring at the burned remains of what had once been an ideal son.
Both broken men stared at one another, Dabi, observing what the human dried booger would do.
"... Dabi?"
"Oh, God! It can speak!" Dabi sassed. Sure, the rehydrated mummy must not be feeling so bad if he could speak. Heck, his little brother looked worse after daddy dearest training from hell…
'Maybe I should not hate him?' Huh… maybe he should sneak a blunt and think on this. maybe it would go away, as with all the pain.
Instead of the usual annoyance, Shigaraki remained curled up in his closet, deep in thought.
It was so weird seeing like that.
" Are you afraid Sensei will spank you once he learns his masterpiece is gayer than a rainbow."
He was still reeling from the hit, his father disgusted by how… wrong and sick his son was. "Straighten up, Touya, don't waste your quirk on a useless man's ass. my legacy shall not be lost to your sick desires!"
"Does… God care about me?" The blunette asked with a voice so wispy, it sounded as if he was about to die from a heartbreak.
Dabi was about to say no, since God must not exist.
…
"Well, it's hard for something not real to care, you know. Kinda like santa."
"... What's Santa?"
"A fraud, like everything in this world." Dabi declared, noticing the slight discoloration on Shigaraki's neck.
Suddenly, messing with the pissy baby's not as fun anymore.
"Who did this to you?" The Fire quirked man asked, dropping all pretext that he was a right asshole.
"S-sensei…" Once again, Shigaraki peered at Dabi from under his shaggy mane of hair. his red eyes holding fear. "Dabi… how big is the world?"
"It's pretty big."
"How big is it?"
"Fuck if I know. but I know we have seven continents spanning thousands of kilometres, and they're all all surrounded by seven Oceans, and the Oceans are even bigger." Dabi explained, returning to his role as a big brother.``
Shigaraki's eyes grew wide. "And… How's the world outside of Japan?"
"I don't know, never went out of the archipelago."
"What's an archipelago?"
"It's a group of islands in an ocean, kind of like a blown up continent."
"Oh.. Dabi, what would happen if… if I were to destroy everything?" Shagaraki asked, holding himself even tighter. "Sensei… Sensei wants me to take everything as mine, and he wants me to destroy all I hate but…"
'Fucking christ, he sounds like a kid right now.' Dabi realised.
Tomura sobbed. "But… But He never taught me to love it. he only showed me it's flaws… and-and Izuku, Izuku-Senpai showed me all the beautiful things the world had, he fed me amazing food a-and… and I got to meet the Only good Hero, a-nd I got to sleep without nightmares and-"
"Hey, Hey!" Dabi grabbed the child-like man by his shoulders. "Calm down, Shiggy, breath… in and out, I'm here, you don't have to freak the fuck-out on me."
And Shigaraki listened, breathing in and out as he followed Dabi's example.
For his part, the holder of Cremation wanted to find this Sensei and burn the ass to the ground, since it was clear the fucker was not better then his own Mo-Fo.
As Dabi answered the seemingly unlimited questions' Shigaraki seemed to have (yep, just like a kid who learned the power of the why.) he came to the conclusion that he now had another reason to live… other than to make his dad suffer.
And when he… err, when Tomura finally stopped asking questions, his eyes turned dark as a typhoon cloud.
"So… he did lie to me."
"Who? your dad?"
"Yes, Father lied to me… he hated me. but Sensei's my sensei… and he lied to me."
The closet began to groan and complain, and call Dabi crazier, but it seems that it looked… older, more decrepit than when he had at first seen it.
"Dabi… what should I do?" He asked the slightly older boy. " I want to return to Izuku, but if I do that, then… Sensei will catch me again and he will punish me more… he'll kill Izuku."
It was now Dabi's turn to have a stormy countenance. "Yeah, your sensei sounds like my asshole of a dad."
"Who's your dad?" Tomura asked.
Dabi was about to sass the Childish man when he realised that, in the end, they were not so different… and that maybe, just maybe, Dabi wouldn't mind sharing this other burden.
Hell, they had the same problem too. and who knows? Maybe Dabi could have cat-scratch fever on the plane and have his old home turn into dust around daddy dearest.
"My genitor's pro hero Endeavor." He began. "I'm his eldest son, and failure of a eugenics project to have a weapon able to take down All Might." he began.
And as he spoke, Shigaraki became Tomura, and Tomura listened until the end.
"You know what…" Tomura spoke after some time. " I think… I think our problem is how our dads hate All Might so much, they made weapons instead of Babies… well, not that I was born of Sensei but… you get the point."
Dabi snorted, along his long ass lore dump (Oh no, Shigs must've infected him with LEET speech, gross.) he came in the closet and leaned on Tomura.
Closet's were safe spaces. Especially when Touya was buried under his old futon.
his… murderer never bothered looking under there… until he did, one day.
but the ass was not here, it was only Tomura, and Tomura was not Enji…
Tomura was like Dabi.
"So… now what?" The walking crematorium asked, totally not snuggling up to the spokesperson for Head & Shoulders.
"Well. I know I can't leave this place since Sensei can and will drag me back, the more I struggle, the less freedom I have."
"Sucks to be you."'Mood.'
"And I can't kill him… well, I can but… well, you saw… no, wait, you don't."
"For fuck sake, Shigs, use words!"
Tomura struck Dabi's arm lightly. making the scared man whine. "Shut up. Let me think."
"Alright windows ten."
"..."
"Sorry… that was a low blow."
"You? being sorry?"
"Had a shitty night, last time I drink orphan tears." Dabi deadpanned. "Wait until I'm a hundred percent, I'll roast you-"
"As bad as you?"
"Worst."
"Kinky."
…
"Let's not go there." Dabi shoved the sassy dried shit as he rubbed his face. no joke, he still felt like shit, especially now that the adrenaline wore off. "Still, whatcha gonna do about your dad?"
"... There's nothing much I can do." Tomura hissed. "I can't escape, he'll just summon me back. I can't kill him, I know he's way too smart for that… and I definitely can't trust the Heros since the last time he faced one he survived."
"Wow, you must be super desperate if you're considering heroes an option." Dabi sneered.
Suddenly, Tomura turned paler than he had any rights too, practically sick with anxiety.
Dabi raised a singed-off and oft regrown brow. "Ah… please don't puke in your closet." That would be bad… well, expat that Dabi would never let the dust mop live it down at all.
He may feel a bit more sympathetic, but Shigs was still Shigs, and Shigs had the best over the top reactions of them all.
Suddenly, Tomura threw himself on top of Dabi, laying between his legs, pressing him down as he pressed his lethal hand off Dabi's mouth, pressing his disgustingly cracked lips to the fire user's ear.
But before the holder of the hottest flames could burn the crusty ficker to an even crispier state, Tomura began to urgently whisper in his ear.
"He's listening… I know he is… I can't speak more, He'll kill me!" He spoke in a shaking voice.
"Shit… And I thought you were the big bad leader here."
"Fuck you… I just realised I wasn't like… five hours ago, it's like Izuku opened my eyes with the torchlight of knowledge and showed me how shitty and empty my life was. it's like I was playing on the normal path on easy… and I did everything to get the bad ending, kind of like most of the endings in Drag on Dragon."
"yeah, ok… hate that you managed to make sense to me… but what do you want, Tomura? can't you just-"
"I can't… I can't leave and I… I can't dust him… I can't-" Shiggy's breathing accelerated and Dabi was glad he was under the poor bastard since it meant that he could easily calm the fucker down.
he had enough of one panic attack today, he didn't need another one.
"Ok… Ok… calm the fuck down, I'll burn him to a crisp, don't worry… no one can survive me, no matter their quirk." So he had met another son of Endeawhore, this one with a super potent healing quirk.
and as it turned out, the healing quirk could not work on carbonised flesh.
He felt Tomura squeeze him harder before pushing him away to look at him.
Instead of insanity and childish anger, not to forget plain hatred in everything, hope shone brightly inTomura's garnet eyes.
'Is this what a hero feels like? is this what All Might see when he says 'I am here?''
It was… admittedly an intoxicating feeling, to know that your power will help save someone, that you are hope personified…
and a metric shit-tone of responsibility.
Somehow, despite having his groomed dream dead and in a ditch… well, it got back up and crawled out of the cesspool called Touya and, lurching like the Zombie dream it was, latched onto Dabi…
yeah, So dabi still wanted to be a Hero… but not like his dad or All Might.
"Yeah, just point me to that fucker and I'll toast him, how hard can it be anyway." The cremated man spoke with a confidence he feelt to the deepest part of his bones. "Nothing can survive me… not even this sensei!" He might have spoken a bit louder than what Shiggy was comfortable with, but let this be his declaration of war.
Overpowered villain dad tended to like getting their hands dirty, and with Dabi's quirk?
Well… it would be over in a hot second.
Suddenly, he felt Tomura stiffened.
"Dust mop?"
"You need to find Izuku," He suddenly said with even more urgency. "He's super smart and… I just have this bad feeling… like… super bad guts feeling."
"Alright, where does he live?" If there was an important lesson Dabi had learned while living on the street was how to trust your gut.
sure, it may be wrong, sometimes… but it would be right, more often than not.
"He's homeless… he lives in a makeshift home in a backstreet in Musutafu, between the 5th and 6th avenue on the way to Game and Fame. or… fuck, if it's in the afternoon, then he'll be in the Musutafu train terminal, just listen for the repetitive song, Hare krishna, Hare Krishna-"
"Yeah, Ok, the creepy stuff you kept muttering?"
Crusty pushed himself off from the scared vigilant/soon to be villain. "Fuck you, It's God's holy name… he he kept me calm" He crossed his arms with a petulant look in his eyes.
"You didn't calm for shit, mop-head."
"I didn't dissociate and dust everything in the vicinity, so yeah, I was calmer."
Dabi did his ghoulish grin instead of the unsettled laughter that wanted to bubble for his too tight chest. "Yeah, I'll take your word for it… and why can't you find your bitch?"
"Izuku's an Angel, not a bitch."
"Your boyfriend then."
"No, and that's Because Sensei's tracking me… if I get out." He trailed off, and Dabi knew what words were left unsaid.
"Alright, I'll find your new 'recruit.' but don't whine about his level of done-ness, alright."
"Just go, you fuck!" Tomura lifted the burnt man from the ground and threw him out of his room.
Dabi cackled on the way out,. only to be Warped away by his… ex-not-dad-dad.
Stumbling out, the blue fire user caught his bearing and realised that he was standing on a roof in the middle of an unknown city.
"Urhg… well, shit." He cussed and kicked a bunch of roof gravel in frustration.
He hated being kicked out.
he was about to burn whatever the hell he was on when his burner phone chimed the SMS tone.
Rolling his eye and wondering what the fucking hell Giran wanted again, the young adult pulled the beat up thing out of it's insulated pocket and checked the notification.
Kuroboro: my apologies, Dabi-kun. but knowing my master, I had to get you out and to Musutafu as fast as possible, for it would have taken you more than a day to get there.
I have packed you some lunch and a well-packed med kit that includes anti emetics and a location tracker. you activate it by either breaking it or pressing the button, whichever will work for you.
I will come and pick you up when it activates, for any reason, whatsoever.
I hope my forwardness will not chase you away, for you can consider the bar your home.
Dabi stared at the overly long text as he tried to wrap his head around so many feelings in his heart… and answered the cloud with a message of his own.
Jawless: Too many words, pops. but thanks.
Dabi sent it, and jumped from building to building… The evening was falling on the city, and he had a saintly mad man to find.
The first place Dabi hit (after hiding his burnt face with the softest face mask in existence.) was the train station.
Dusty-butthole didn't mention when this Izuku would hang out at that place… but one thing was for sure…
He wasn't there, and there was one part in the station where… it felt better.
like… it had the same vibe as Tomura's weird panic mantra chanting.
but Dabi could also see and smell the hastily made hate graffiti on the back wall.
it was rather late, and the dweebs who did it lacked talent.
Still from what it was written, a certain Deku deserved to jump off a building and die… also in different ways.
'Well, Tomura knows how to pick 'em.' Dabi thought as he took pictures of the numerous slurs.
You know, he was still an informant, and it was clear Stain liked the kid if he was always singing his praise.
After taking some pictures and asking people about who was squating there and why was he so hated, he learned that Izuku Midori was a crazy headcase that would give Crazy-miko a run for her money and who would belt out this same repetitive song in a language other than Japanese.
and he was Quirkless … a waste of space, he should not have been born to dilute the powerful gene pool.
If Dabi wasn't tasked with finding this crazy kid, oh, the whole palace would burn down.
He wished his Mother had faked her quirk… and he wished he'd been born Quirkless, even with how they were treated.
maybe his daddy dearest would have mercy killed him. that would've been way better…
no burns…
but then, He would have no revenge.
Suddenly, an explosion echoed through the night… and it came from deep inside a dingy alleyway.
Now, Dabi would usually ignore it since, you know, he didn't want to be caught up in whatever back alley dealing was going on. He was still not ready yet for his big villainous debut.
But… something in his heart told him that he had to get in there and get involved.
'Is this what being a hero feels like?' He wondered.
And thus, Dabi hoped and ran from roof to roof to where an idiot was putting a big old red flag in front of the pigs.
The first thing that met him was the smell of singed flesh… it was hard to forget when this was the thing you smelled the most as a kid… and a teen, and now an adult.
then it was the screams.
"KRISHNA! KRISHNA! HE GOVIND-" The scream was followed by another explosion and cruel laughter.
And Dabi propelled himself toward it with his quirk, there was no way he would let this Izuku die on him.
Shigaraki would be heart broken, and d… Kurogiri would probably never let him in the bar anymore.
yeah, that's it…
Finally, he arrived at the scene of the crime… still on the roof, of course.
He took his smartphone and began to record the confrontation, in case of legal repercussions, of course… and to thoroughly destroy that ass.
It was good practice…
(Alright, so Stain had a point when he told him that it was more damaging to destroy a false Hero's standing than to outright kill him. since he would be forced to face his mistake and those he had lied to… Dabi just never thought it would fit his style though.)
Too bad he didn't have access to a smartphone when he was under his father's tender loving care.
and what a show it was. What used to be a rather nice setup was burning, the tent was gone, the food was spoiled and the fresh water wasted on the ground… and Izuku was curled as tight as he could around a book, his body riddled with numerous burns and bruises.
Dabi clenched his teeth… he could not… he could not act just yet.
Well, he could, but his blue flames burned so hot, Shiggy's boyfriend would be burnt to death.
Dabi may be an ass but… this time, he would make an exception.
this time.
"Scream all you want, Deku!" A blond boy, no older, but definitely bigger and stronger than Izuku. and quirked, said. His fizzling hands were anything to go by. "No one's coming for a Quirkless piece of shit like you."
But Izuku did not react, for he seemed to be mumbling something with feverish devotion.
'Alright… that's ah… devotion, right there.' Dabi grudgingly admitted, since he was around ninety percent sure that this was Izuku, and that Izuku was chanting this same mantra as Shigaraki.
The blond spawn of Endeavor kicked the shorter teen (he looked like he could be twelve… but Shiggy had warned him that the cleric was short and child-like…
Well, he wasn't wrong there.
"Oh? Are you praying to Your 'God' now?" He sneered as he kicked Izuku again… was it blood he was spitting?
"oh, hell no."
"Where is your God, Deku? Where is he? huh? He abandoned you, not even He wanted to have such useless pieces of shit as you stuck to his feet! you fucking stalker." The teen sneered cruelly as he aimed at Izuku's spine…
Dabi had stood tall at the edge of the room and lit up his quirk, giving himself the most dramatic entrance he could. topped off with the most evil laughter he could.
God, it felt good to be vigilante.
"Well, well well!" he boomed, it hurt his lungs and throat, but dammit, let him be the overly dramatic ass he was. "If it isn't a little UA shit. a hero." He sneered. "More like a villain in the making, am I right?" He jumped down, landing perfectly in front of the stunted youth. "Or am I right."
"You're so fucking wrong, burnt-panda!"
"ooh, burnt panda! that's a new one" Dabi called. "Kudo's for originality, twerp. but I gotta ask. What's a hot-shot such as you debuting by taking out such a low ranking bother? I know he's seen as annoying but that would make you a hero to some and an absolute piece of flaming vomit to others." He spat for emphasis. "But you know what? I'll cut ya a deal; Leave mister Hare krishna to us professionals and go play 'hero' with the rest of them… and when you'll finally realise your true nature…" Dabi let out a chilling chuckle. "When you realise where you realy stand, look for Giran. if not." He once again lit his blue fire. "Tell me, 'Hero' what would happen if my flame licks your sweet little ass?" He licked what was left of his charred lips.
Truth be told… Well, he didn't mind blonds with an attitude…
just… older and… you know, not acting like his semen injector.
Finally, the red eyed piece of future hero garbage stepped back with a sneer, and gave one good kick to Izuku for good measure (aaand whatever good was in the UA trash was gone.) before nonchalantly making his way out of the alley. "Meh, I don't dick old burnout geezers. have fun with the deku though, he's good for nothing else."
"Ah yes… a Quirkless 'fun' bag. I get ya!" he grinned lecherously. "Listen, you may not want to stay here for long. I know you wanna be a hero but-" He got his phone out. "I got some sweet dirt on you, wonder what'll happen if it leaks out. so just skedaddle back to your poses, little hero…and you saw nothing, yah hear."
But the blond cunt didn't even answer as he turned around with his arms stretched over his head and walked out.
Dabi let his smile fall… and posted the video on Hero Tube.
He was not Giran, and Dabi didn't want to deal with the little shit more than he needed. beside, if this blond bomb somehow managed to survive long enough to be a villain…
"Nah… not gonna happen."
No, instead, Dabi returned his attention to the miserable pile of burnt flesh still moaning the same Mantra Shiggy did.
If Krusty the clown had not given a description of the kid (He did, it was just in a panicked garbled field with neck shredding.) then the mantra moaning would've been enough.
Dabi crouched beside the kid, and winced at the sign of the burns covering his body…
"Yo… you're still there, Kid?" He asked. unwilling to jar anything in him… yet.
The feverish mumbling stopped, and Izuku turned his surprisingly bright eyes toward Dabi, a bloodied smile on his busted lips.
"Oh… My hero." He uttered weakly. causing some… warms and fuzzies to happen in the bitter burnt man.
"Sorry to break it to ya, kid. But I ain't a hero." Dabi smirked. "I kill people."
"I asked Gaura to send a Hero… to save me…" The boy slurred. "And here you are."
"Mister… in the eyes of God, you are a Hero."
Dabi was about to reply that he didn't believe in shit when…
It was hard to explain, but he felt something much, much bigger than him pat him on the back.
validating him.
"W-Well… Won't be a Hero for long if you croak on me, Kiddo. what's your name?"
"Midoriya Izuku… don't bring me to the hospital though, I'm seen as a terminal case cus… you know, I have all my toe joints…"
"... Quirkless." Dabi said as he picked up the kid in bridal-carry style.
"No… just normal." He slurred as he crabbed Dabi's coat with a wince. "Call Giri… f-faster."
The brunt man paused… How did the kid know about Kurogiri? maybe he'd met him?
'Yeah, that's probably it.' Dabi thought as he once again kneeled and fished his phone out, noting with satisfaction how the video had successfully uploaded and that it was already garnering reactions.
somewhere perfect, other explosiv while others were complaining about how sad it was that the Quirkless guy did not die, but hoped that it was soon because there was nothing worse than being worthless.
Trolls… and briquettes, all of them.
He sent his fog daddy his coordinates, and sure enough, a warping cloud appeared and the two entered the portal to the homey bar.
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In the unmanifested realm, Sri-krishna-Chaitania-Mahaprabhu was weeping with relief and roaring with anger.
He was kneeling on the ground, blessing mother Bhumi, his wife, with the weight of his knees and the sacred water of his tears.
His dearest Ijuku was safe… he was safe. The demon had been chased away, and his reputation was on its way to Yamaraja.
True, The supreme personality of Godhead Gauranga and Nityananda were ridiculously merciful, giving the highest ecstatic love of God to the most fallen…
But hurt a Devotee… or his dear servant?
"I will kill him." Nitai growled as he paced back and forth in what had used to be their Ijuku's dwelling like a maddened lion… no, an elephant.
No…
like the wrathful God he could and would become to protect what was his to love and cherish. the Lord would destroy villages and Cities out of anger.
It was only due to Ijuku's wish that Musutafu, not Tokyo, still stood.
The Lord of the Universe had seen his Temple start and grow in the land of the rising son, surviving numerous crises and the rise of the quirked race.
and he had witnessed those demons in suits hunt them down, closing their glorious temple and chasing his servants away… even kidnaping them for their Gifts.
Those envious men and women, headed by the worst of women, had caused a sin so bad, it had practically doomed Japan to suffer the apocalypse.
But… one of their latest soul desirous to return to them, their dearest Ijuku, had convince them not to, that he would take over this terrible place and revived the ancient science of Bhakti-Yoga, or else, he would take birth over and over again as a quirkless girl in china.
Not that Guara would let such travesty happen!
And thus, Gaura had once again forgiven the isle of fish-eaters, and Nitai empowered the divine youth with his shakti, turning him into a powerful preacher.
but… it would take time for this empowerment to manifest.
and in the meantime… the one with the personification of Aparadha at his heel would start to feel Maya's weapon on him. and he would only have relife the moment he accepted the bittersweet medicine called Humility and Contriteness and fell at the feet of Izuku, begging for his mercy.
One may think that the Lord's dwelling is in Goloka, Dwarka, Any of the Vaikunta planets, or even in his temple.
but this was not the truth.
The Lord resides in the heart of his pure devotee's only, living there, embracing this most fortunate Jiva to his own heart eternally.
So to see a true saint, a true and bonafide preacher of any denomination, Mohamedan, a follower of the true path of Jesus and, of course, his dearest and nearest Vaishnava hurt, and killed, insulted and met with apathy?
Hell was too sweet for those who perpetrated this heinous act.
But… at the same time.
"Nitai. We can't!" Gauranga said as he lifted himself from the ground. "What will our Ijuku feel if we destroy this sinful place for the offence done at his lotus feet?"
Nitai stopped dead in one of his paces and stared at his Little brother with horror. " He would never forgive us… well he will. But he will be so sad."
"Ijuku never once asked for me to kill the sinful demon, but instead, prayed that I would be kind to him and…" more tears fell from God's bluish dark eyes. "He is just as my Haridas and my son… his mercy knows no bounds. For they pray even for the protection of those who caused them harm."
"So… what will you do?" Nitai asked as he crouched in the ground, picking at a pile of debris and pulling out a half-burned picture he knew was dear to their Ijuku.
"Oh I will give this young man my mercy." Gauranga growled. "In his next life." He groused, which caused Ntai to guffaw.
"Oh… just like how Krishna Chastised the sinful washer man." he added as he began to dance with the Picture. "Wow, I found a super important person. I need to go to Hell to get her, now." And with that, Nityananda was 'gone' playing the role of the saviour of the most fallen.
For his part, the Lord watches over his dearest Ijuku, who is currently being treated for his burns and other such wounds by the best of men.
The bodily state of his most dear preacher was atrocious; burns, cuts, heavy bruises and broken bones.
It was… Painful for the lord. and many tears spilled from his Lotus-like eyes.
All of this pain… and yet his Pure Devotee held not a shred of righteous anger aimed at the blond demon.
only compassion and detachment.
And yet… This was part of his plan. Since now that his Ijuku was wounded, it meant that those who truly cared about him, those other demons, were now being elevated at the rank of his angels and saints.
And by this act alone… the future had shifted.
and Gauranga knew that despite the pain the body of his dear friend was undergoing, the ending would be bright and golden, so golden…
Kneeling beside the sleeping form of Izuku, his wounds dressed and tucked in the cleanest bed they had, Gauranga Mahaprabhu, the most merciful form of the Lord, Of Krishna, Began to sing sweetly in his right ear.
"Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare, Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare."
And Ijuku joyfully exited his body(temporarily) to dance with the Lord, chanting the names of Radha and Krishna all night long as they laughed, cried and danced ecstasies in Nabadwip.