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“She’s missing.” The scarred male knew without an ounce of doubt that he trod dangerous waters. Ozias Krane's reputation in the wasteland wasn’t one made infamous by merciful kindness, and his particular brand of viciousness only got nastier where his dark-haired siren was concerned. Dabi wouldn’t put it past his commander to shoot the unfortunate messenger, but neither of them were much inclined to mince words. He watched Krane’s hands however for the slightest twitch. “Last confirmed sighting that we know of is near Oberland Station. If our sources are good for their word, she’s travelling alone and headed west. But it looks like she’s been injured.”
Dabi didn’t quite understand Krane’s apparent investment in the not yet named stranger. He’d purchased her from a caravan of raiders some months earlier to no shortage of raised eyebrows from the present parties. For his countless other vices, Krane wasn’t a known participant of the flesh trade. Yet on that sweltering summer afternoon there at his feet had been a dark-haired woman bound by chains at her skeletal wrists. She’d been confined to his rooms after the raiders had taken leave of the compound, and nothing more had been said on the matter since. But that didn’t mean she’d gone unnoticed.
Krane treated her like a possession, but not like a possession. No. She’d been almost more like a well-kept pet that had been given free reign of his domain. It hadn’t protected her from the initial abuse of the more callous mercenaries that had thought Krane bought the compound a housemaid, but the moment The Red Storm’s commander had caught his people in action the beast had surfaced to pounce on them with swift, severe punishment. Dabi released his breath in a deep sigh as he pocketed his scarred hands deeper. “Other than waiting for her to resurface, I don’t know what more we can do to find her.” He added to the assessment in monotone, “It’s not like she came with a tracking device." His words weren’t made to soften. Gentleness wasn’t their mark: Krane and himself.
It was logical, rational. But Krane wasn’t the type of man to sit on his hands long. Dabi had come prepared despite his opinion on the matter. If he intended to steer clear of his commander’s warpath then it was a necessary addition to his report. Perhaps the response was an overreaction, but he preferred to err on the side of caution. “But if she was injured as badly as people claim then she’s either getting medical attention or she’s looking for it. We can check with doctors and merchants.” It had bothered Dabi how listless she’d been as she’d carried out chores no one had assigned her to -- had made him uncomfortable each time she’d stared through him as if he weren’t there. But she had to be found.
The Hunger I Felt
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“Someone should do something.”
A concerned whisper mixed into the fleeting roar of a car traveling too fast down a narrow road. Yes, somebody should. Nobody was. The owner of the voice hurried away, long enough for Izuku to poke his head out of the alleyway. At the other end, came a whimper, followed by a shiver, fear embedded in the eyes of a wannabe robber that had targeted a child. (“A pitiful quirk you have as well.. I’ve seen something like it before.”)
Izuku was not heartless you see. His weak point were the children. The children that were just so innocently naive, taken advantage of by rats who just wanted to exploit that. As long as he was around, he wouldn’t allow that.
His fist remained balled at his side, fingers twitching and hot. Perhaps he went overboard on his punch, but that was the only way they learned who was really in control. Him.
The twilight hour was approaching, shadows falling over his eyes that darted to and fro, and as the night crept in, others would follow.
“If you’re curious, don’t be.” He says to nobody in particular, but he feels like there might be other eyes on him. This faux-peace would not linger.
He didn’t much care for the people he’d become involved with, but that didn’t mean he shirked from the responsibilities that were passed on to him. It was a symbiotic relationship. So long as he benefited from the League of Villains, the League of Villains benefited from him. Even if it meant he had to prowl the streets with a purpose as vague as recruitment. It was nothing too concrete, more like reconnaissance: scope out potential recruits, assess their individual abilities, report his findings. Despite the competition of sorts that the Hero Resistance posed in terms of membership, the League of Villains had reached a point that it could afford to be selective. But he had found something quite interesting in the months since.
It almost surprised him when the student spoke not to the soon-to-be victim but rather to the scarred villain himself. He grinned. No point in playing the game of cat-and-mouse. “Hard not to be.” Dabi leaned forward from the building he’d been stood against, turning the corner to step into plain view of the younger man and his quarry. His smile was calm, casual as he appraised the situation. The villain’s curiosities had been roused when he’d heard the familiar screeching of tires minutes before. He’d followed the sound to a peculiar scene. With so little information however to understand what he’d stumbled across, he’d chosen to withdraw for the moment to listen to its unraveling developments instead.
But he’d been caught. The unnamed man’s eyes were pleading as he stared at Dabi. It wasn’t a look he could say he was familiar with. His eyes lowered to the wet stain that had spread on the cornered stranger’s crotch. Curious. “You haven’t exactly chosen the most private location if that’s what you were aiming for.” He maintained a demeanor of calm as he leaned the weight of his shoulder into the same corner he’d turned moments earlier, folding his arms across his chest with an attitude that made it quite apparent he had no intentions of being chased off. “Do feel free to carry on though with business like usual.” He paid no mind to how the stranger’s expression changed with the revelation that there’d be no salvation found tonight. Not with Dabi at least.
Oh, Poor A T L A S , the world’s a beast of a burden. Your hands are broken bones and bloodied K N U C K L E S . V I O L E N C E is the only taste your tongue remembers. Fate is a cruel mistress but the B A R G A I N must be made.
Independent Dabi from Kohei Horikoshi's My Hero Academia Penned by Emily -- Established October 2018
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