Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Golden cat-like eyes followed Dabi from the shadows as the flame user explained to Spinner what he had done wrong.
"You're still using too many weapons at once," Dabi sighed gesturing to mound of sharp blades that were impossibly fused together on a single sword handle. “Maybe you should consider breaking it up and using a single sword instead.”
Spinners face flushed a deeper shade of green. “Stain used multiple blades at once and he got the job done.”
“You’re not Stain!” Dabi yelled fed up with the Spinners attitude towards her attempts to help him only to regret it a moment later at the hurt that flashed through the lizard’s eyes.
Sliding out of her hiding spot Himiko skipped silently over to Dabi grabbing the older woman by the arm and hugging her before things had a chance to escalate any further.
“Da~bi,” she giggled sweetly noticing her prey freeze up slightly before relaxing when Dabi realized who it was exactly who was hugging her. “Tomura wants to see you.”
Dabi sighed and with a quick head pat and a ‘thanks brat’ she left the two to go see find out whatever it was that Shigaraki wanted this time. As soon as the cremation user was out of sight Spinner turned to Himiko surprised to see that there was a soft smile on her face. Knowing that the transformation user had been watching Dabi just as closely as he had Spinner felt she was the perfect person to bring up his concerns to.
“Am I crazy or is something wrong with her?” Spinner asked wrapping his sword up making plans to hide it somewhere so Dabi couldn’t break it apart.
“Silly Spinner,” Himiko giggled. “We’re all crazy here.”
“Maybe but Dabi is going the extra mile lately,” the pink haired swordsman said pointing one finger accusingly at Himiko. “And I don’t tell me I’m imagining things cause you’ve been stalking her too much not to see it also.”
“Rude.” Himiko pouted sticking her tongue out slightly.
“Look she’s training me to fight better,” Spinner said pointing towards the pile of mud Twice had made of the cremation user so that the real Dabi could observe the fight from a safe distance. “Helping the Boss make plans, meditating with Twice and she even had Giran teach her how to take care of Compress’s arm before he took off. It’s. Not. Normal.”
“Well she hasn’t been helping me with anything,” Himiko fibbed knowing that Dabi was, in fact, doing the same thing for her that she was with Spinner.
Truthfully the only difference in their training was Himiko was being taught how to kill more quickly and quietly so that any infiltration missions she was sent on could go more smoothly. Truthfully Himiko preferred more up close and brutal tactics when it came to fighting but she was starting to see the benefits when Dabi compared her to a ninja. Ninjas were awesome and much cooler than when she had to fake being yakuza member for that bastard Overhaul.
Spinner gave her a knowing look. “Listen at first I thought that after the Meta Army thing and how sick she was afterwards Dabi was just being cautious but now I’m starting to worry that something is seriously wrong.”
That got Himiko’s attention and her yellow eyes zeroed in on Spinner like a laser beam. “Wrong how?”
“I don’t want to be the one to say it, but what if Dabi is … you know dying.”
Himiko felt the blood in her body suddenly turning ice cold.
“That’s not … she wouldn’t …”
“I know you heard Ujiko trying to get information from Giran about her same as me,” Spinner said looking uncomfortable now. “Dabi’s quirk is dangerous, one wrong move and -”
Spinner didn't even get a chance to finish before he found himself pinned to the floor by the blonde one of her knives dangerously at his throat.
“Dabi. Is. Fine.” The blonde hissed pressing the blade a little harder and drawing blood.
The two stayed like that staring hard at each other neither willing to back down until they heard a cough. Turning towards the door they saw Twice standing there with only a bandana covering his lower face.
"Mr. Compress is back! Gross, he brought vegetables." Twice announced before coughing and taking a deep breath to collect himself like Dabi had shown him to these last few weeks. "Giran is with him and trying to break up a fight between the Boss and Dabi.”
The pair instantly separated and got up Himiko taking the time to kick Spinner in the shin hard before skipping out of the training room intent on finding Dabi and getting answers out of her just so she could prove Spinner wrong once and for all.
“And I keep telling you not to get a big head,” Dabi hissed from the other side of Giran as the broker tried to keep the pair separated. “Just because you beat Re-Destro and barely I might add doesn’t mean you can break into Tartarus.”
Shigaraki glared at the woman who had become second in command in all but name since Kurogiri got captured. “Don’t question me, I’m the leader here Ugly not you.”
“Yeah the stupid leader who’s going to get him and his party all killed on a suicide mission.” Dabi sneered back.
“Ok children that’s enough,” Giran said stepping in now and looking at Shigaraki seriously. "Listen, kid, I would love nothing more than to help you but Dabi’s right. Beating a prick like Yotsubashi by the skin of your teeth doesn’t mean you can break into the most secure prison in Japan.”
“But we need to get Kurogiri back,” Tomura argued. “He knew the most about Sensei’s network other then Ujiko.”
“Which is why I was here to tell you that in a few months he’s going on trial,” the businessman smiled widely showing off the new gold tooth he had made for himself from the melted down from ring that was once Re-Destro’s family crest. “We have time to make a plan and bust the good bartender out if you can calm down.”
This news seemed to pacify Shigaraki enough that Giran could move away from in between the pair giving Dabi a stern look as he did. "And you, stop antagonizing the brat, I know it can be fun to get him worked up sometimes but right now isn’t one of them.”
Dabi clenched her fists and nodded knowing that right now she couldn’t risk pissing Giran off, she needed him.
Shigaraki noticed the change in attitude and smirked. “Your daddy issues are showing.”
“Says the Creep who got a little teary eyed just now at the mention of his beloved Sensei," Dabi replied running her middle finger down her face.
Shiaragki flushed a violent shade of red and reached for the flame user grabbing her coat with all five fingers and decaying it instantly. Normally the destruction of anything Dabi’s would make him happy but Tomura was shocked by the look of sheer terror that made its way to the cremation users face. Using the split-second of disbelief to her advantage Dabi let her hand fly out and deliver a hard-painful slap hard to Shigaraki’s face.
Stepping back in case he tried to grab her again Dabi hugged herself and tried to squash down the flames of her quirk all the while glaring at the shocked face of Shigaraki as he held his face from where she had just hit him hissing venomously at him.
“Don’t you ever touch me again.”
Turning on her heel Dabi quickly made her escape from the room passed the stunned faces of her comrades.
Chapter 2: Chapter 2
“What the hell was that?” Shigaraki grumbled as he rubbed his now red cheek.
Giran sighed and lit up a cigarette looking at the League of Villains young leader. “She hasn’t told you I take it, honestly that girl.”
Spinner nudged Himiko in the arm. "See I told you I wasn't crazy."
“Told me what.” The decay user hissed unhappy that Dabi was once again keeping something from him. It was like her early secret meetings with that so-called hero Hawks, except this time there wasn’t anything Shigaraki could make use of.
“Look, after you destroyed the Meta Army, I took over some of their business ventures same as when you put Overhaul out of commission,” Giran explained taking a long drag of his cigarette looking at the metal hand that served as a permanent reminder of that pompous bastard Yotsubashi. “Unfortunately, the encounter also made me realize that I can’t trust my people as much as I thought I could so I made Dabi a deal.”
Shigaraki’s face turned a vivid shade of red, perfectly camouflaging where Dabi had just slapped him “Are you seriously fucking poaching one of my best fighters to help you run your shitty business because you’re too afraid of your own people!"
“Hey it’s not like you aren’t getting anything out of this arrangement,” Giran assured a little offended by the accusation. “I just need her for like a year -”
“– tops to help me weed out the worst from the bad and most of what I'm paying her is getting funnelled right back to you brats.”
“How much are we talking exactly?” Spinner asked suspiciously not feeling all that thrilled that the only person here besides himself with some common sense was leaving.
“Aside from money I’m paying her Dabi gets first pick of the people to recruit for the League, whether they become permeant members or not is up to you lot,” Giran explained noticing how Shigaraki’s eyes lit up at the mention of new members.
Say what you would about their relationship but Giran knew that when it came to picking members Dabi’s opinion mattered more then Shigaraki let on. “And if I can get it for you pretty much anything your little blackened hearts could want is on the table. Including the best prosthetics, I can get my hands on for Compress since we now share a common need for them.”
“So Dabi’s not dying?” Twice said ignoring everything the broker had just said and asked the question that had been worrying him since he walked in on Himiko and Spinner.
Giran just gave a deep laugh and shook his head. “No Jin she’s not dying.”
“Then why’s she been working us like her own freaking army of toy soldiers?!” Spinner complained not noticing when Himiko used his outburst to sneak away after Dabi.
“You idiot,” Giran said looking at the swordsmen surprised that these brats weren’t able to see what Dabi was doing. Not that it should shock him though given how twisted each of them had grown up to be. “That girls the leader of your little squad and wants to make sure that none of you die before she has a chance to come back.”
Taking another drag of the cigarette Giran thought back to when he first met Dabi in that alleyway standing over the burning corpse of her first kill blue eyes hollow and dead as she kicked it over and over again. “See when I found her the girl was dead, sure Dabi may have walked and talked and made one hell of a resource for me but make no mistake she wasn’t really alive till she met all of you, even Shigaraki here who annoys her most of the time.”
“It’s creepy when you talk like that,” Shigaraki shuddered looking uncomfortable at the thought of Dabi actually liking him, it was at times like this that he missed Kurogiri. “You’re not actually her dad you know.”
Giran snorted at the thought of being a father, much less one to Dabi. “Me, naw I’m more like her uncle, the one who knows what skeletons are in his precious niece’s closet.”
“So, you know Dabi’s name?” the League’s leader asked looking more interested now hoping that maybe he could pry some information out of the broker since Dabi was locked up tighter than Sensei’s cell in Tartarus.
“Sure, its Dabi,” Giran smirked. “Helped her pick it out myself.”
“Not that one,” Shigaraki huffed looking irritated. “I mean her real name.”
Giran thought about the name Dabi used to go by and gave Shigaraki a stern look. “Kid that is her name, the one you want has a lot of baggage attached to it that I don’t think you're ready for.”
Looking like he wanted to argue Giran just threw his cigarette down and crushed it beneath his shoe just like he was doing with this conversation. “Now I brought a bounty of food that needs to be cooked so who’s the best chef we got in this joint?”
Twice raised one hand. “Normally that would be Dab- hey where did Himiko go?”
Dabi took a slow sip of water as she tried to calm down after what had just happened. Usually, she would just go into the woods with the axe Twice had found their first day here and chop down a bunch of wood for her to burn later when it got cold but that wasn’t the best idea anymore.
Putting her hand on her abdomen Dabi tried to push away the memories that had been keeping her up these last couple of weeks and tried to figure out what she should do next.
“Now this is interesting,”
Dabi wiped around to see who exactly had followed her to this small back room that she had claimed as her own personal hiding place when she felt her hand instinctually catch on fire. Seeing the bright blue flames that had previously been held against her abdomen Dabi immediately used the remainder of her water to douse them before they had a chance to spread any further and hurting what she was trying so hard to protect.
Mr. Compress stood their signature mask off for once showing those brown eyes of his as they sparkled mischievously. “Truly, a few things are starting to make sense.”
"Don't know what you're talking about," Dabi said trying to shrug off what had just happened.
“Now, now please don’t insult me by lying,” the magician said wiggling his finger at Dabi like she was a small misbehaving child. “I wondered what Giran brought that sent you into such a panic on his last visit but now I think I know what it was. So, tell me how far along are you Dabi?”
“I don’t know -”
“Tatsuo,” Mr. Compress said sternly shocking Dabi completely to the core with the use of her birth name. "I won't ask again when it's so obvious that your -"
The pair turned and now saw that Himiko had found them and was staring at Dabi in shock.
“I … I …” Dabi stammered feeling the wall she had built up over the numerous years crack a little as she looked into Himiko’s excited eyes and knew she couldn’t lie anymore, no matter how much she may have wanted to. “Listen you can’t tell anyone. I can't … no one can know do you understand me.”
“But Dabi,” Himiko whined looking at the older woman excitedly clapping her hands as she bounced from one foot to another. “Your gonna be a mom.”
Compress noticed Dabi’s breathing speed up as terror flickered across her face and quickly grabbed a stool for her to sit on before she could faint.
"This has to do with your father doesn't it?" Mr. Compress asked concerned for the woman.
Dabi looked at up towards the magician giving the compression user his first look into the girl’s fragile emotional state. Whatever Endeavor had done to his daughter now placed him on the same list that held Overhaul’s name.
“How long have you known?”
“Since High End,” Mr. Compress answered. “It wasn’t hard to piece together after that.”
“High End, what does Dabi’s attack on Endeavor have to do with …. oh,” Himiko said finally piecing everything they were saying together. “Endeavors your dad.”
“No,” Dabi yelled slamming one hand on the table causing the pair to wince at the sound. “He’s a sperm donor, he ruined my life, he killed ….”
“Endeavor’s how you got your scars isn’t he,” Mr. Compress interrupted afraid that Dabi’s anger could lead her to do exactly what she was trying to avoid when she threw water on herself just moments ago. “My my I knew he wasn’t the best of men but hurting his own child, even that’s low.”
“It wasn’t just the scars was it?” Himiko said solemnly feeling like Dabi was still keeping something hidden from them. “You lost something else to, didn’t you?”
Dabi’s head started to pound as the voices from the past started to fill her mind.
‘What did you really think that I could actually love a girl like you?’
‘Stop acting like your father Tatsuo!'
Dabi finally felt the wall she had built up start to crumble a little beneath the cruel words that haunted her allowing a few tears to escape. “He was so mad and just kept yelling, telling me that if I couldn’t protect … if I couldn’t protect Shouto then I was more of a disappointment then he thought I was,”
Grabbed her hair Dabi tried to hide the tears behind her hands not wanting to show any weakness again like she had that day. “I snapped and I … my quirk just … ”
‘I’m sorry but the damage was to great, there is most likely no chance of you ever being able to conceive again.’
Himiko quickly moved foreword pushing Mr. Compress away and pulling Dabi into a hug like Big Sis Magne used to give them after they had nightmare following Kamino Ward. To his credit, the magician said nothing about being shoved and instead just stood letting anger he hadn’t felt since waking up after Overhaul had taken his arm and killed Magne begin to start to grow inside his heart again.
“It's ok you don't have to say anymore,” Himiko assured the older woman running her hands through Dabi’s hair. “We understand.”
“I don’t want to leave I swear, but this baby,” Dabi wept placing her hand over the spot where her baby rested safe and unaware of the monsters that lay waiting for it in the outside world. “I have to protect them, no matter what even if I die.”
Knowing that there was nothing they could say that could make Dabi feel better the pair just stood like silent guardians over their comrade letting her cry some of the tears that she had no doubt been holding inside for who knows how many years.
The truly frightening thing was that they both realized at this moment was how much Dabi, a woman whose heart ran as cold as her flames did hot, wanted to stay with their small family. It wasn't that Dabi hadn’t shown how dedicated she had been to them numerous times, but rather than stay with them the cremation user preferred to wander free bringing back treats and information whenever she returned.
But this small innocent life growing inside her changed everything, they marked the temporary end, or perhaps even a permanent end, of Dabi’s career as a villain. Not to mention the revenge that Dabi desired against her own father might never come to pass because already the baby was taking up a bigger and bigger space in Dabi’s heart with each passing day.
Himiko and Mr. Compress shared a silent look of understanding between them each knowing that if it came down to it and Dabi decided to leave the League in favour of protecting her child then the two would, with heavy hearts allow her to leave in peace. Instead, they would carry on in Dabi’s place and exact her hell forged vengeance for her presenting Endeavors severed head to her on a silver platter because they knew that if the roles were reversed Dabi would do no less for them.
Second chapter and I hope I lived up to everyone’s expectations for the direction this story is currently taking. More about Dabi’s passed will be revealed later on but I would appreciate it if you want to tell me about what you think happened between her and Endeavor.
I would also like to say to anyone who has read the latest chapter of BNHA that I know what happened to Shigaraki and wrote this before I read that. Next chapter we’re gonna have some more League bonding moments hopefully and maybe a slight time skip.
As for Dabi’s name being Tatsuo I’m not gonna lie, I looked up like a ton of names and felt this one suited her the best so I hope you like it.
Tatsuo – Japanese for Female Dragon. I've been told that the actual translation for the name is really Tatsuko but i can also see Endeavor giving his daughter a masculine name.
Chapter 3: Chapter 3
Jin Bubaigawara, more commonly know as Twice, leaned against the wall arms crossed and wondered if his mind had been playing tricks on him again. After Giran’s question on who could cook he had immediately offered up Dabi’s name only to notice that his beautiful Himiko had disappeared when he hadn’t been looking.
So, he along with the other members immediately set out looking for the two wayward females before they as Shigaraki said ‘steal the food and turn it into some gross mess again’.
‘The only gross mess is his face.’
Jin shook his head a little to try and drive out the voices that had been becoming less and less frequent each day and tried to focus back on what he had been think about before.
Dabi’s cooking that’s what he had been thinking about and how Tomura said the same thing every time she cooked something. As it turned out to no one’s great surprise Shigaraki despised anything healthy making Jin interested in knowing how he lived so long on a diet of instant noodles and snacks which were his preferred foods of choice.
Images of Kurogiri using his warp gate quirk to sneak fruits and vegetables into Tomura’s meals filled Jin until he came across the two he had been searching for hugging and laughing without care well the magician of their group looked on fondly. Catching Mr. Compress’s eye Jin had wanted to ask what was going on but the magician instead shook his head and raised one finger silently asking for the duplication user to stay quiet for the time being.
Which is how Jin now ended up leaning against the wall waiting for it to be safe enough for him to show himself and wondering why Dabi didn’t smile more.
It wasn’t like Dabi didn’t wasn’t pretty, her scars gave her character and although she wasn’t as pretty as Himiko Dabi was still very beautiful. And unlike most women he had known outside the League who relied only on their looks, Dabi used her wit and fighting abilities to captivate people’s attention.
Not to mention Dabi was actually really kind under all her sarcasm and fury, she was just so different from the kind-hearted Himiko or nurturing Big Sis Magne that it took you to look really close see it. Jin had come to see it after watching Dabi burn a promising potential member alive after the man had thrown a bottle at Jin's head on one of his bad days commenting that he had been too loud and the League already had enough of those.
Tomura had been so mad after that that the ensuing argument had drawn Jin out of his madness and he and the other members had begun a small betting pool with their supplies as a result.
Suddenly yanked out of his thoughts Jin looked and realized that Spinner had arrived with Tomura and Giran well he had been standing there thinking.
“Hi guys,” Jin smiled waving at the three. “Did you find them yet?”
“Find who?” Himiko’s sweet angelic voice asked causing Jin to jump and turn around to see her, Dabi and Mr. Compress now looking out at them from the doorframe.
"There you are," Tomura huffed looking rather annoyed that they had searched the entire house only for Twice to find them without realizing it. "Come on Giran brought food and I'm hungry."
"Ah, so that's what you had me use my quirk on." Mr. Compress said placing his usual smiling mask back over his face.
"Quite acting like its such burden, I brought you booze to," Giran remarked looking at the three of them having a pretty good idea what had happened judging by the slightly darker flush on Dabi’s cheeks.
As if on cue a few of the League members stomachs rumbled reminding them that they hadn’t eaten any today since Giran was bringing them new supplies. The three more excitable members immediately took off towards the kitchen hoping to hide some snacks before Tomura had a chance to claim them away for himself well Giran and Mr. Compress followed behind at a much more leisurely pace discussing new materials for their prosthetic limbs.
Leaving only Tomura and Dabi standing there in the hallway.
“Your leaving,” Shigaraki stated not bothering to hide his displeasure with the news. “When?”
Dabi shrugged. “End of the week.”
Two days, in two days Dabi would be leaving them and who knows if she would come back.
“You know,” Tomura growled red eyes bright with anger. “Normal people give their employers two weeks notice, not two days.”
Dabi smirked as she leaned against the wall. “Since when have we ever been normal Boss.”
“Is this why you’ve been avoiding any planning recently.” Tomura accused caught between wanting to tear his hair out at the woman’s attitude or grab her and demand some real answers since he didn’t buy Giran’s story for a moment.
However, the phantom sting from where Dabi had slapped him earlier gave Tomura pause so instead, he decided to mimic her and lean back against the wall.
“Can’t spill what you don’t know,” Dabi said knowing that if the heroes got their hands on her they would try and extract every bit of information about the League from her, they would probably even use her baby as leverage to do so. “I’m leaving Mr. Compress in charge of the Vanguard by the way.”
“Will you be putting that pet hero of yours to the test if you're captured?”
Dabi froze at the mention of Hawks, if she was being honest with herself the cremation user had no plan’s on seeing the hero ever again. “I’m just covering the bases and making sure that the League is safe.”
If what Giran had said was true and Kurogiri would be moved for trial soon then Tomura could understand why Dabi would not want to risk them getting the warp gate user back. “Why Mr. Compress though? I thought Spinner would be your pick given how your both Stain groupies.”
"Spinner's so focused on the target in front of him that he doesn't see the big picture," Dabi answered remembering Magne's report on her and Spinner's fight against the heroes. "Given training and experience he could one day lead the squad but for now Mr. Compress has the skills necessary to train any new members I can find.”
“I want a healer,” Tomura said. “Our fight with Re-Destro showed me how much we need one.”
Dabi snorted at the request. “Oh, really and where am I suppose to find you this magical healer of yours, walk into the nearest hospital and hope someone jumps onto the villain bandwagon.”
“I don’t care where you find them just find one,” Tomura scowled recalling how badly wounded each of them had been before Gigantomachia had shown up and saved the League’s collective hides. “And I want a new fighter to since you’re not going to be here.”
“Someone who knows their way around machines, maybe an actual driver since the only one we have right now is Spinner.” Shigaraki listed off using what he has learned and knowing what he now needed in order to strengthen the League.
As if on cue Spinners loud cries of ‘GTA is totally a good way to learn how to drive’ were heard from the makeshift kitchen causing both villains to pause momentarily at the timing before they both shared a rare laugh between them.
“He really is a shit driver,” Dabi said wincing at the memories of motion sickness that plagued her the entire day because of the swordsman’s driving. “I still don’t understand how you stayed on top of that truck.”
Tomura gave a sadistic smile. “The pure pleasure at the thought of giving Overhaul what he deserved.”
“Please don’t say pleasure,” Dabi shuddered. “It’s gross to hear it coming from you.”
Ignoring the remark Shigaraki continued with his list of desired members. “Now that I think about it, I a gunner wouldn’t be a bad idea either and ma-”
“Ok I get it, you want D&D class under the sun,” Dabi interrupted stopping the gamers rant feeling annoyed. “Should I also kidnap that brat from U.A your so obsessed with also and put a pretty bow of his head for you, your majesty.”
“You really think you can take that exploding hothead on all by yourself,” Tomura said not wanting to even go near Katsuki Bakugou unless it was to kill him. “You, who got knocked out by an old man’s kick.”
“Hey that old man as you call him hits just as hard as Gigantomachia,” Dabi defended rubbing her head where that small yet still surprisingly strong midget of a hero had kicked her. “And I was talking about that bone breaking kid that you and Himiko are so infatuated with.”
A small bit of colour rose to the decay villains normally pale face. “I .. I am not infatuated with Izuku Midoriya.”
“But you knew who I was talking about.”
“Shut up” Shigaraki snarled hands twitching slightly as he thought back to their encounter in Kiyashi Ward and how easy the hero had bent to his demands.
“Relax Boss I get it, kids the All Might to your All For One," Dabi said giving her leader a smug smile. “Though I suppose he is kinda cute and Stain did save him, maybe I should introduce myself more personally next time, see how my flames match up against his smashes.”
Tomura’s hand shot out and slammed into the wall beside Dabi’s head decaying a good size in it before he pulled away as he looked Dabi directly in the eyes.
“Stay away from Izuku Midoriya, he’s my prey.”
“And there it is, the real reason to why you left Overhaul alive,” Dabi said ready with the hand to hand combat her bastard of a father had taught her if Shigaraki pushed her. “You can try and convince us all you like that you wanted him alive and suffering for what he did to Big Sis and Mr. Compress but I know it was really because he tried to kill that brat.”
"You don't know anything," Tomura growled taking a few steps back out of range of Dabi’s hands.
“I know he challenges you,” Dabi pressed knowing that if anyone was going to get the League captured well she was away it would be Shigaraki and his almost pathological need to destroy anything All Might had a hand in creating. “You see him out of all those heroes like the one who can actually give you the fight you’re looking for. And if anyone tries and take his attention away from you, you’ll be there to reach out from behind the scenes and permanently remove them just like you did with Overhaul.”
Shigaraki said nothing, in fact, he just stood their completely still making Dabi realize that she may have gone just a little too far.
“So long as we don’t kill him, I’ll help you with the kid before he becomes a bigger problem for the League but your going to have to be patient,” Dabi spoke putting her hand on Tomura’s shoulder and gave him a cocky grin. “Now come on, we should get some food before those three eat it all on us.”
Making her journey down the hallway it didn’t take long for the decay user to catch up with Dabi completely back to his normal self.
“I don’t want any vegetables this time,” Shigaraki grunted. “They’re gross.”
Dabi snorted and gave the man a long-suffering glance. “Unless your lazy ass wants to die before getting your chance to bust Kurogiri out you’ll eat what I make you.”
"But they're gross." Shigaraki gagged with disgust at the mere thought of having to eat something like carrots or broccoli.
I wanted to do a little something different in this chapter and hope everyone liked it, I had earlier received requests for something between Dabi and Shigaraki who are by far my favourite members of the League of Villains.
Next chapter will defiantly have a time skip, no spoilers as how far in the future but I can promise that Dabi won’t suddenly be near the end of her pregnancy ready to go into labour.
And if you wouldn’t mind leaving me a review, I would appreciate it. Reading what everyone thought really makes me happy and encourages me to faster so if you want to find out what happens next sooner you know what to do.
Chapter 4: Chapter 4
“You’ve failed us Hawks.”
Hawks flinched slightly and tried his best not to let it show how much the icy tone of Madam President's voice still affected him. “I’m sorry President.”
"How could you let this happen?" one of the President's ever-present shadows hissed, this one a tall bald male. "You're supposed to be the best we’ve ever trained, yet this filthy gutter child bested you.”
“Now now, let’s not forget that Himiko Toga is an expert actress,” the second male pointed out the light shining off his glasses at just the right angle to completely blocked block them from being seen. “Playing the part of Dabi, someone she has spent much of her time within the League of Villains would have been child’s play for some like her.”
“Yes, the girl is quite the troublesome element and from what our sources tell us quite smart. Had we gotten our hands on her instead of them perhaps this fiasco could have been avoided” the President scowled leaning foreword on her desk. “Explain it to me again what happened, in greater detail this time Hawks.”
The hero bit the inside of his cheek to stop any emotion from showing on his face. “I received a call late last night, just after my regular patrol ended from who I believed at the time to be Dabi asking me to meet her in a warehouse near the docks. When I arrived, I did a routine sweep of the building just in case she had any surprises hidden for me,”
“Does Dabi normally bring surprises when you met her alone?” the taller male grinned lecherously.
Hawks wanted to hit the man for his tone, sleeping with Dabi to get closer to the League was the one thing he never liked being brought up during his briefings.
The hero’s feelings for the woman were complicated at best. At first, he hated Dabi and that he was disgusted that he was being forced to work with her. But since they started sleeping together Hawks had developed an unexpected attachment towards the burnt woman and was starting to see her as more than just a killer.
Not that Dabi wouldn’t kill him if she ever found out that he was only using her as a means to bring down the League of Villains.
“After I landed Himiko Toga disguised as Dabi made her appearance immediately. I knew something was wrong then because the real Dabi would often keep me waiting for a while before showing herself,” Hawks continued leaving out the part where the shapeshifter had tried to kiss him. Dabi never let him kiss her, in fact, the one time he tried the flame user burnt off a few of his feathers. "After asking where Dabi was Himiko Toga let her disguise fall and seemed surprised with how quickly I had found her out.”
The President of the Hero Commission looked interested now. “How were you able to figure it out?”
“Body heat,” Hawks answered dispassionately. “Whenever Dabi gets within a few feet of me my feathers can feel her heightened temperature.”
“So Himiko Toga is unable to mimic the quirks of those she impersonates,” the glasses-wearing commission member grinned sardonically. “Information worth having despite your failure.”
“Yes, she explained to me how she had been following me around and realized that I was a spy, her exact words were ‘it takes a spy, to catch a spy’,” Hawks spoke ignoring the man’s way of saying your as he assigned blame. It wasn’t the hero’s fault that Commission members were coming and going from his agency at all hours of the day and night because they felt the need to micromanage every little detail of his life. “She also commented on how lucky I was that Shigaraki had sent them to deal with me.”
Hawks nodded knowing that there was only one active member of the League that could have snuck up behind him without him knowing and explain his missing time. “I believe that Mr. Compress was also there as well and used his quirk on me. The next thing I remember is waking up the next day with a clone of Himiko Toga greeting me.”
“Did she say anything worth reporting?” the President hummed.
“Only that Dabi was gone,” Hawks replied recalling the young girl holding a knife to her own throat as she told him this. “And that out of respect for her they would let me go this one time.”
After that, the clone had slit her own throat laughing as much as humanly possible as it melted back into its original form.
“Do we have any clues as to Dabi’s current location?” the spectacled wearing man asked pushing his glasses up slightly, just enough for the light to fade and show Hawks the lifeless looking eyes that lay underneath.
“No,” the taller male replied shaking his bald head. “According to our spies in Deika she was injured severely in a fight against one of Re-Destro’s people.”
Hawks tried to ignore how the thought of Dabi being injured badly enough to disappear was making him feel, he didn’t even like the woman so why should he care if she was hurt or if she was ...
“Dead seems more like it. Well at least some good has come from this, with Dabi gone the League of Villains has lost a powerful fighter and tactician” Madam President sighed dismissively looking at the hero in front knowing the best way to vent some of her anger. "Hawks, for now, you are suspended from the Commission pending an inquisition. We understand that we cannot take you away from your public work but unless at your office or on patrol you are confined to your apartment, am I clear?”
"Yes, ma'am." Hawks nodded not looking foreword to facing the internal affairs department, he almost wished he could face Shigaraki instead.
Giving one last bow the number two hero left the room as quickly as possible unaware that the trio he left behind was far from finished with their conversation.
“With his failure, any chance of getting leverage over All for One is gone,” Madam President growled looking at her subordinates. “Are we sure that we can’t use any other resources?”
The glasses-wearing male shook his head. “The League of Villains is unfortunately very hard to pin down even with the warp gate user Kurogiri in custody.”
His bald companion growled lowly slamming a fist into an open palm. “Damn that Gran Torino and Tsukauchi, if only our men in the police force had a chance to bring either him or All for One none of this would have been an issue.”
“True, imagine what our scientist could learn from their quirks,” the other man said knowing that with both of the villains deep inside Tartarus there was no way of getting to them without alerting every hero and law enforcement agency in the country. “Had things worked out like we wanted creating an army of loyal soldiers would have been so easy instead of waiting for children like Hawks to appear before us.”
The President nodded. “And what of All for One’s secret, have you made any progress?”
“The doctor we were able to sneak into Tartarus is not having any luck finding out what we want,” the bespectacled commission member frowned deeper. “Despite the numerous anti-quirk precautions, they’ve taken subduing him All for One was still able to maintain his mental barriers. And whatever he’s done to his body over the years has made biologically tracking our targets impossible.”
“This is unacceptable gentlemen,” Madam President snarled at the pair as she rose to her feet dramatically. “I want his family or Tomura Shigaraki found immediately.”
"Yes, Madam President."
The woman glared at the retreating pair and waited a few moments before walking over to her person bar and pouring herself a stiff drink. With beverage now in hand, she then returned to her desk and removed the two files she kept secretly locked away from everyone, even the two who had just left.
One had a picture of Tenko Shimura before he became Tomura Shigaraki smiling innocently at the camera with his then equally dark-haired sister Hana on it. The other was a current surveillance picture of Izuku Midoriya taken from the U.A. cafeteria as he laughed surrounded by his friends oblivious to how closely he was being monitored by the Hero Commission.
Swirling the ice around Madam President swore that both carriers of All for One and One for All would be under her custody and locked up in her laboratories before the year was out. Unlike her predecessor who failed to acquire them when he had Nana Shimura’s husband killed the current chair of the Hero Commission would succeed in making the world a safer place, one way or the other.
I honestly had something completely written for the chapter originally but then I change my mind and was like ‘let's check in with Hawks' and then this happened. If you can't already tell I have no love for the Hero Commission from what we've seen in the BNHA cannon and somehow before I knew it ended up using them to make a sub-plot for the story.
Where that will lead, I honestly can’t say but if you want to throw out some theories, I’m all for listening.
And if your curious of the League only Himiko and Mr. Compress know Dabi is pregnant and by process of elimination suspect that Hawks is most likely the father which is why they didn’t kill him.
If you haven't read the latest chapter then sorry for the slight spoiler about Tenko. Not gonna say much more than that since I've pretty much only seen pictures of him before All for One found him, thank you Pinterest, but I gotta say he was freaking adorable as a child … seriously he has like Eri and little Izuku levels of curtness.
Please don’t forget to drop me a review after reading this chapter I love hearing what my readers think about the story so far and they encourage me to write faster. Seriously, it a proven fact that positive reinforcement can do wonders for the creative mind.
Chapter 5: Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the My Hero Academia Universe, or Escaflowne this story is purely for fun.
Sorry, this update took so long; it was a crazy week on my end but I hope the size of it makes up for my tardiness.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
(11 Weeks or 2 ¾ Months Pregnant)
In the city of Musutafu rested U.A. High School, the crown jewel of the hero community. However, despite the school’s connection to so many top heroes in the industry Musutafu still had a part of town that was ‘unsavoury’ and attracted the ‘worst of the worst’ according to the citizens who lived there.
In one of the apartment buildings located in that area Dabi currently resided. At first, the cremation user had yelled at Giran for putting her up in a place so close to the heroes but the information broker had just grinned behind his unlit cigarette and told Dabi that if you were going to hide a tree then in the forest.
So Dabi stayed quiet and inside her apartment diving headfirst into the data entry job Giran had given only going out when she needed supplies. Even if this meant Dabi was either up at the crack of dawn or out late at night to just before stores closed, she felt it was worth it if it meant avoiding the majority of the city’s hero’s population.
Surprisingly however when Giran heard the news on Dabi’s attempts to stay under the radar by one of his many spies around town he hadn’t been happy and had recommended that she meet a colleague of his. And since Dabi wasn’t in the mood to explain herself to Shigaraki or have to worry about the Ujiko trying to play doctor she had agreed to Giran’s demands, even if it reminded a little to much of her mothers current situation.
Which is how Dabi now found herself sitting tensely at the kitchen table well Folken, a tall man whose hair reminded her of Tomura, placed two cups on a tray and made his way over to her.
“So,” Folken spoke placing a tea set on the table next to a weird-looking machine and pouring a cup for Dabi and sliding it over to her. “Will we be talking this week or just enjoying a nice cup of tea?”
Dabi grunted at the therapist, technically she was supposed to have started her meetings with Folken two weeks ago but not one to trust people Dabi had skipped the first meeting to see how far she could push Giran's so-called friend. When nothing happened Dabi’s paranoia set in and she spent most of the day of her second scheduled meeting breaking in and tearing the man’s apartment well he was at work looking for anything she could use to blackmail him. In fact, Dabi had been so focused on her destruction that she barely noticed the man returned.
That’s how she figured out the Folken was blind and why Giran trusted him so much. Since so much police work relied upon sight Folken’s lack of it meant that he could get away with saying he had no idea who he was actually talking, for all he knew his client might be suffering from delusions of grandeur.
Watching the therapist take a sip of the tea Dabi took a small sip herself a few moments later surprised with the pleasant taste, tea was always more Fuyumi drink of choice rather than hers. Shaking her head at the thought of her sister Dabi focused back on the amber liquid instead and how it already seemed to be helping her nerves.
“My mother actually used this brand when she was pregnant with my younger brother for morning sickness and my sister-in-law swears by it as well,” Folken explained as if reading Dabi’s mind. “Any trouble with it yourself?”
Dabi snorted. “If I’m not sleeping or working, I’m puking.”
Folken gave a small hum of approval. “I think that’s the first thing you’ve said to me that wasn’t immediately followed by a threat.”
“Listen, if Giran’s going to be holding the apartment over my head and force me to come to see you then better not rock the boat with death threats,” Dabi said before releasing some of her pent-up killing intent. “Doesn’t mean that I still can’t kill you if you piss me off.”
Folken instead nodded not at all bothered by the bloodlust. “Giran is a strange man.”
Dabi now couldn’t help but feel curious, even veteran heroes responded to her killing intent yet the therapist sat there like it was nothing. “You don’t seem like the type to get mixed up with him, how’d you two meet up anyways?”
“Work not surprisingly,” Folken answered surprised that it had taken the woman this long to interrogate him, he had honestly been expecting to wake up with a knife to his throat back when they were first scheduled to meet. “I used to work for a company that handled how should I put this, delicate areas of quirk health and safety and Giran aided us in finding volunteers for our projects.”
“We were looking for people who suffered from severe mental quirk imbalances,” Folken explained.
Dabi looked at the man with disbelief. “And Giran helped you find villains to what, cure them?”
“Far easier to find the real villains underneath once you weed out those who can be flipped with shiny coin,” Folken clarified recalling the information brokers own words when they first met. “Officially our work wasn’t approved by the government so we had to take our volunteers where we could find them.”
“Your quirk must be pretty powerful,” Dabi said looking interested and wondering if she could recruit the man into joining the League during their sessions. Having a therapist with a powerful quirk on hand might be almost as good as having a doctor when it came to interrogating people.
“Oh no, it’s rather simple empathy quirk, I can still see people emotions as though it were a colour,” Folken noticing Dabi’s green outline and knowing what it meant. “And before you even think of asking, no, I won’t join the League.”
Dabi’s green aura cooled from green to blue with some red woven inside. After years of practice with his quirk Folken knew this meant that the woman although not happy about being turned down was also calm.
“As a scientist I and worked on a machine that would slightly alter a person’s emotions whenever the cause of their imbalance was introduced. Rather than stealing a piece of jewelry a person might ask to buy it no longer feeling the compulsion to have it right there and then.”
Dabi whistled impressed by the invention, she had worked with a few villains in the past whose own needs and desires often put her at risk, but here was Folken saying he had found a way to stop that. If he still had the machine or even the plans maybe she could steal those and use it on Himiko before the blonde’s obsession with those U.A. brats got her caught one day.
“How is this not something being used already?”
Folken gripped his teacup a little harder. “My machine never worked for long periods so it was scrapped and I was moved onto another project."
Dabi noticed the way the therapist had a stranglehold on the mug and knew that wasn't all but happened. "Bullshit.”
“Seems your just as smart as Giran said you were, it's true officially the project was terminated but unofficially it continued. I don’t often tell people this next part though but I think I’ll tell,” Folken spoke seriously. “One reason is that I hope you to start trusting me a little, though you are not an official client I will treat you with the same confidentiality as I do any other."
“And the other?” Dabi asked raising an eyebrow.
“If you and the League of Villains ever come across a man named Dornkirk I want you to know exactly who you're dealing with," Folken said bitterly thinking about the man who had taken his sight from him. “A man who kidnaps and exploits young children, some who haven’t even gotten their quirks and twists their minds until their loyalty is to him and only him."
Dabi but her hand where her baby rested and wasn’t sure what she would do if someone stole her baby from her before she had a chance to hide them. “I don’t work with child abusers Doc, I kill them.”
“And I destroyed Zaibach,” the therapist responded taking a sip of tea to try and quell his anger “I called Giran to thank him and found out that they were still using the people he sent them. With a little snooping I found out what Dornkirk was up to and asked Giran what was in his best self-interest."
“Sounds like Giran,” Dabi snorted wondering if the broker had some sort of cockroach-like quirk, the man was just about as hard to kill. “Always looking out for number one.”
“Of all the crimes he can be accused of human trafficking isn’t one of them,” Folken said glad that going to the villain hadn’t been a mistake that ended with him having a bullet between the eyes. “I quit that very day well Giran placed an anonymous tip into the heroes and police, by morning almost everyone involved was arrested.”
“Except for you.”
“Except for me and Dornkirk,” the therapist said recalling how he came home a few days later the raid on Zaibach only to find him former employer waiting for him with a bottle of acid and a knife. If not for the broker sending someone to watch his apartment Folken was sure he would have been dead. “That’s why when Giran asks me to look after someone I do so without asking questions.”
“Must have surprised you when he asked you to look after me,” Dabi grunted knowing how the public saw her as a monster. “Didn’t you hear I’m the villain who kidnapped that kid from U.A and blew up High End.”
“That boy was fifteen, hardly a child in my book, and given what I just told you about my past I can’t judge you for yours,” Folken dismissed. He was a part-time psychologist for villains if he was going to judge every person that he saw then the number of patients he saw would be cut in half. “Changing the subject back to you how would you indulge me in an exercise.”
“What for?” Dabi growled not wanting the man to treat her like she was as crazy, this was supposed to be a simple chat to get her out of the apartment not an actual therapy session.
“I’ve been told that pregnancy is a very stressful time in a woman’s life, I would like to help you handle that stress,” Folken explained remembering when Hitomi had been carrying his nephew. "It's very simple exercise, I will say a series of words and you will answer them with the first word that pops into your head."
"And how exactly does that help me process this," Dabi said looking down to her slightly bloated belly.
“It doesn’t help you exactly, but it does give me an idea on who you are and what boundaries I should and should not push with you,” Folken explained opening up the machine and turning it on. “This machine will turn your words into text so that the computer can play them back for me as I make notes. Now, are you ready?”
Dabi nodded looking at the machine with hatred. “I guess.”
“Alright then,” Folken said clicking the button so that he could start recording. “Today is XXX, new patient is Ms. Tora, first session. Now administering first word association analysis starting with … Pregnant”
Dabi leaned foreword a little towards the machine. “Fantasy”
Folken frowned and made a mental note to talk to Dabi and see if she meant her own father or the babies.
Dabi clenched her hands tightly as Endeavor’s face came to mind.
“League of Villains”
Folken nodded and stopped the recording. “Alright I think that’s enough for today, you can go home if you wish or we can continue enjoying our tea.”
“That’s it?” Dabi asked skeptically looking at the clock and realizing there was still half an hour left in her session. “There’s still time left.”
“This isn’t a race Dabi, it’s a marathon and sometimes you need to slow down a little to make it to the end," Folken said finishing up the rest of his tea surprised at the woman’s interest in continuing if anything Giran had told him was true Dabi should be running out of the door like All Might was on her heels.
“I don’t do marathons so just do your shrink thing so I can get Giran off my back.” Dabi insisted knowing that Giran would no doubt have a spy close by to snitch her if she left early. And if she spent the rest of the time drinking more tea the cremation user knew she would be up all night going to the bathroom.
Folken sighed. “Alright let’s talk about how you found out you were pregnant.”
“Not much to say,” Dabi shrugged. “I took the test and that little bastard of plus side appeared instead of the negative.”
“Surely that’s not everything,” Folken pressed turning the recorder back on. “How did you conclude that you needed a pregnancy test in the first place?”
Dabi glared hatefully at the black bag in Giran’s hand. The broker claimed he had brought her painkillers but instead all Dabi found was a cruel reminder of something she could never have inside instead.
“Why the fuck did you bring those things with you?”
And for once Giran wasn’t smiling. “Just humour me alright.”
“Why? We both know it’s impossible, even your back-alley quack said so,” Dabi hissed staring at the bag glaring at the bag with such hatred that the broker was surprised it hadn’t already burst into flames. “I just overdid it with my quirk is all.”
“We’ve both seen you when you’ve overdone it and feels different,” Giran insisted not back down. “You’ve snapped at Spinner three times today already, nearly killed Himiko for her Pocky and you keep complaining about how tired you are.”
“Ok one, Spinner was being an idiot. Two, Crazy had already eaten like four boxes by herself,” the cremation user argued back holding up a third finger. “And three we’re all tired, it comes from healing after fighting off some pompous dicks to save your greasy ass.”
Giran sighed and rubbed the bridge of his still healing nose. “Listen if you take all of them not only will I shut up but I’ll never bring it up again.”
"You shouldn't have brought it up, to begin with." Dabi hissed tempted to use her fire on the man.
“Would you just please take the tests.” Giran persisted just wanting the shake the woman for being so stubborn. As much as he hoped he was wrong Giran also knew that if he wasn’t and Dabi lost another baby ... well, that wasn't a pleasant thought given what she turned into because of her first miscarriage.
“Fine,” Dabi snapped grabbing the bag from the broker's hand. “If it’ll make you shut up.”
Walking to the closet bathroom Dabi slammed the door shut and dumped the tests into the sink rolling her eyes when she realized that Giran had brought her six different kinds and an alarm. Grabbing the two closets to her Dabi made quick work of her pants and it before sitting down on the floor and wondering how she could use the other four to piss off Shigaraki.
*Beep, Beep* *Beep, Beep*
Grabbing one of the tests Dabi immediately dropped it like it was on fire at the small blue plus sign, hoping this was one of those false positive horror stories she had heard about Dabi grabbed the second one and saw the plus sign again. Fear now coursing through her Dabi grabbed all the tests and started praying to every god, devil and demon who might be listening that she wasn't pregnant.
*Beep, Beep* *Beep, Beep*
Reaching a shaking hand towards one Dabi shut her eyes and took a deep breath opening them to see another positive in front of her. Feelings of nausea immediately rose in the villain and she moved to what passed as a tub in the abandoned house heaving into it.
“Stupid bastard said he wouldn’t have even thought to bring me the tests but one of his damn prostitutes hadn’t left her baby book in his office," Dabi recalled now feeling mentally drained at the memory.
“I see,” Folken said pouring Dabi another cup of tea. “Aside from fear did you feel anything else?
Folken nodded having heard something similar from a woman he had treated who found out she was pregnant after a one-night stand. “Children can bring up complicated feelings and given your …. career, I suppose having to look over your shoulder constantly for the next nine to ten would make anyone cranky.”
“No, that’s not it,” Dabi said shaking her head, once Giran had calmed her down Dabi had felt a strange sense of peace she hadn’t felt in years. “Everyone’s told me for a long time that having children was impossible, that my fire messed to badly on the inside for me to ever carry to term.”
Folken observed Dabi’s emotions as they started fading from angry red to sad blue kept darkening still until they were nearly black.
“I gave up on having any and focused on my career as you called it, came out of nowhere and suddenly in less then a year am a B-ranked villain to be feared. Then I met the idiot who knocked me up and suddenly everything I’ve worked for now has to take a backseat to make sure this kid stays alive. And the worst part is that as much as I want to kick him in the dick for getting me into this mess, I also want to kiss him.”
Folken raised an eyebrow. “So, where does your anger come from?”
Dabi slammed her hand on the table her aura flaring a bright red. “I fought well pregnant. I’m a reckless fighter, I don't care how much my quirk can hurt me but I could have killed them.”
“But you didn’t, just like you didn’t know you were pregnant,” Folken explained holding one hand up so that Dabi couldn’t interrupt him. “Just listen, judging from what you’ve told me you wouldn’t even have known unless Giran hadn’t forced you to take the test. As for your child, I think your body already knew and tried to adapt and protect them meaning they are just as strong as you are for surviving.”
“I don’t want a strong baby,” the cremation user spoke hating the words made her think of Endeavor and what he had tried to accomplish with her and her siblings. “I just want a healthy and alive one.”
“So, you intend to keep the child?” Folken asked eyebrows raised slightly in surprise.
“God no,” Dabi laughing at the thought of raising her child. “I’m giving them up as soon as they’re born.”
“I see,” Folken said emotionlessly. Though he supposes he couldn’t blame Dabi for giving up the child something about her laughter sounded forced. “Why is that? Why not raise them as a villain?”
“Because I don’t intend on living in this world and screwing them up like I was. As soon as they’re born and tucked far away from everything, I’m killing Endeavor and taking the secret of where I left them to the grave with me.”
Folken, and yes, he is based on the character from Escaflowne TV show if anyone was wondering, was seriously a hard character to write.
Folken’s quirk is as said an empathy-based one called Coloured Emotions. Before he lost his sight, he used to see people’s emotions as an aura field around them but since losing it became a way to see where people are since the field is still there just not the people inside it.
Green = greedy or in this case interested since Dabi wanted to recruit her therapist
Blue and Red = calm but slightly annoyed as well since Dabi knows Shigaraki probably wouldn’t be interested in him
Black = mourning or depression
I know I went off plot a little giving Folken a back story but it will play in later I promise, there is a method to my madness.
Now that we know how Dabi found out she was pregnant I would love to hear what everyone thinks about her giving the baby up and what else you felt about this chapter.
Remember I love hearing what my readers think about the story so far and when you encourage me with reviews, I tend to write faster. Seriously, it is scientifically proven fact that positive reinforcement can do wonders for the creative mind.
Chapter 6: Chapter 6
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the My Hero Academia, Inu Yasha or Assassination Classroom universes, this story is purely for fun.
This chapter does contain sexual content, this story was rated M for a reason and you have now been forewarned.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
(15 Weeks or 3 ¾ Months Pregnant)
Dabi pulled on her hood again trying to cover more the blonde wig, much to her dismay the hood could only be pulled foreword so much. Cursing whichever one of Giran’s people had chosen such long hair for her Dabi walked up the stairs of the plain office building a little faster wanting to get the fake hair off as soon as possible.
Not bothering to knock the cremation user threw open the door and was immediately met with the business end of a gun courtesy of the bodyguard who protected the office.
“Easy their cowboy,” Dabi said taking off her sunglasses and surgical mask so the man could clearly see her eyes and scars. One of the few upsides about being infamous in the villain community was that everyone knew your face. “I have an appointment.”
“Name?” the bodyguard asked not moving his gun away from Dabi’s head.
Before she could answer though a hand came out of no where and delivered a hard slap to her ass. “Still as firm as always,”
Dabi cursed her luck at the silky female voice that followed. “Sei this hot little number is the one Giran’s been waiting for ok, why don’t you be a dear and tell him that she’s here.”
"I can do it myself," Dabi said eagerly planning on following after the man only to find an arm wrapped around her like a snake keeping its prey from fleeing.
“Oh, and take him his sandwich to well you’re at it.” A bag was thrown at Sei as he put away his gun and nodded leaving Dabi alone.
Sighing Dabi turned around and looked into the bright eyes of Ran Fujiko Giran’s top earner in prostitution. Ran’s position afforded her a lot of perks, the biggest being that she could pick her clients and often worked instead as Giran’s secretary until someone new caught her eye. Her quirk Touch of Lust was a powerful aphrodisiac that was contained in her nails, for each scratch that drew blood a person would lose all inhibitions and crave sex for an hour.
When Dabi had first started working for Giran, running small errands and protecting the men and women who brought in much of his information Ran had tried to use it on her. The resulting black eye and a fiery warning courtesy from Dabi and disappointed looks from Giran had not deterred her though, Ran saw getting Dabi into bed as a challenge and she was not a woman to back away from those.
“Oh, come on Dabi can’t we have a little girl time,” Ran whispered in Dabi’s ear hands making short work of the jackets zipper. “I’m sure Giran won’t mind waiting.”
Dabi wanted to tell the woman to fuck off but froze when she felt Ran’s hand slip under her shirt and nails graze lightly run over her sides. Thankfully it wasn't hard enough to break the skin but Dabi noticed the area still felt heated.
Grabbing one of the prostitute’s arms Dabi pulled her around and slammed her into the closet wall. “Try using your quirk on me again Ran and I’ll break your fingers this time.”
Instead of fear, Ran seemed to get more excited and using strength Dabi hadn’t known she possessed her and into a hard kiss. Dabi's first thoughts were to pull away but Ran’s still free hand held her in place making its way to the back of her wig and pulling it off.
Pulling back and licking her lips Ran looked at the cremation user’s hair and pouted when she saw that although slightly longer it was still that same ugly black mess. “And here I was hoping that nasty dye was gone, you know you really should let me get rid of it for you.”
“Over my dead body,” Dabi scowled trying to step back and avoid another kiss only to discover Ran had woven one of her legs around Dabi’s. “Let go Ran.”
“Come on Dabi just one night is all I’m asking for here,” Ran pleaded sliding her hand up Dabi’s shirt again this time cupping one of her breasts and pinching the nipple through the bra’s flimsy fabric as she leaned up to nibble of Dabi’s ear. “No quirks, no strings, just you, me and a good ... long ... fuck.”
Dabi moaned softly feeling desire start to build inside her, the last time she had gotten laid since was when she and Hawks last slept together and Ran’s hands did feel wonderful on her breasts.
Taking the sound as a sign approval Ran grinned and pulled Dabi into another kiss, not quite as hard as before but one she hoped would have the cremation user begging for more. And with Dabi’s jacket off and both her hands-free Ran could explore the cremation users’ body she before moving onto her final goal of finally bedding Dabi.
Using all the tricks she knew Ran kept Dabi distracted well she made short work of her shirt adding it to the ever-growing pile of clothes of the floor before sliding her leg up Dabi’s own and smirking when the flame user’s breath hitched.
With her target so distracted Ran licked her lips in anticipation as she got, her first look at Dabi’s swelled breasts, leaning forward towards one of the breasts Ran she bit down hard on the pale flesh.
Dabi moaned louder as her desire built.
Ran smirked as her hand traveled downwards planning on taking care of Dabi’s pants next only to be met with an obstacle, looking down she frowned when she saw the clear bulge where the baby rested.
Glaring at the inflated area Ran spoke. “Pregnancies not really my thing but for you hot stuff I’ll make an exception.”
At the mention of her baby whatever spell had been cast over Dabi broke she looked down and saw Ran trying to unzip her pants. Furious Dabi grabbed the woman’s arm and pulled her into the conference room next to Giran’s office pushing Ran onto the table and kicking her knees apart so that Dabi could stand between them.
Ran just a predatory smirk not realizing how much potential danger she was in. Instead she took Dabi’s hand kissed each of her fingers before taking a few into her mouth and sucking on them slowly.
“Anything I want?” Dabi asked trying not to get caught under Ran’s spell again as her fingers were all but tongue fucked by the woman.
Ran hummed in approval and let go of Dabi's finger with a loud 'pop' leaning back slightly and guiding Dabi's hand down and under her skirt to her wet pussy.
“Anything, you wanna fuck me go ahead I can take a whatever pain you give. You want to be fucked, then baby I will bring you to orgasms so many times you’ll forget anything but the feel of my lips and fingers.”
Dabi raised an eyebrow and slide her hands teasingly up Ran’s thigh not surprised when she felt no underwear. “And if I wanna bring someone into this little party of ours what then?”
Ran squirmed feeling Dabi’s hot fingers explore and tease but never fully entering her. "Oh God Dabi … please, I don't care who you want just fuck me."
Dabi grinned and plunged her fingers inside Ran watching as the woman arched her back in pleasure. Waiting a few moments Dabi let Ran tremble before using her other hand to grab her hair so that they were eye to eye. Ran tried to kiss her but Dabi yanked her back and instead used her fingers to pick up the pace and bring Ran closer and closer to an orgasm leaning forward so she thought she was close to whisper in her ear.
“I want you to think of me the next time your alone and looking for someone to fill this empty pussy of yours,”
“Please,” Ran pleaded trying to get Dabi’s fingers deeper inside her. “Harder … deeper.”
Dabi grinned and gave Ran's neck a feather-light kiss. "And how I’m never gonna fuck you."
Pulling back Dabi quickly removed herself from inside Ran and hurried out of the conference room just as the woman screamed in denial. Seeing Sei already waiting for her with Dabi’s clothes, the cremation user grabbed everything and ran into Giran’s office locking the door behind her.
Thankfully Giran’s office was not only sound and bug proof but it could also withstand a direct punch from All Might thanks to some very hard, and quite expensive metal. Looking towards the broker Dabi saw Giran sitting at his desk looking back at her dishevelled state with nothing more than a raised eyebrow.
“You fuck her or not?”
Dabi snorted and put her shirt back on. “Decidedly not.”
“You know I don’t mind you giving Ran a hard time but I do wish you wouldn’t do it well I’m at the office,” the broker exhaled getting out the three files on people for Dabi to look as well as some hand sanitizer. “I still have to work here for the rest of the day, and listening to her bitch doesn’t help.”
“Whatever,” Dabi said using the sanitizer before taking the files and peering inside. These were three recruits Giran was suggesting for the League, looking inside Dabi found that all three were male, two had dark hair with facial tattoos well the third was the opposite with white hair and eyes partially hidden by a large bandana. "Backgrounds."
“The Tsu Brothers are looking to start up their own group of muscle for hire and want to use the League to find clients and provide protection,” Giran said taking the two pictures from Dabi and pointing to one. “An overeager hero accidentally destroyed their home well they were in high school after mistaking their neighbour for his brother killing both parents and five of their classmates that had come over for a study session.”
Dabi frowned and looked at Giran. “And that’s the official report?”
“No news was officially made, the cause is listed as a gas explosion next door and the hero responsible for ‘saving’ the brothers was given a two-week leave of absence for injuries he sustained during the rescue," Giran said recalling the pictures of where the two houses had once stood and clearly seen no evidence of an explosion. “I took the liberty of adding everything I could dig up about it into your inbox for that little side project of yours.”
“Good,” Dabi nodded grabbing half of Giran’s sandwich and biting into it suddenly ravenous as she looked over the brother’s information. It seems that the older brother Bankotsu was able to place objects in a pocket dimension, the bigger the object the less he could put inside, his primary weapon actually seemed to be a huge halberd. Jakotsu the younger brother could manipulate small amounts of metal which gave him and his own chain-linked sword a distinct and deadly advantage in a fight if used correctly.
The pair would either get along wonderfully with the rest of the League or they would destroy each other. Though Dabi shivered at the thought of Himiko and Jakotsu in the same room together given the arrest record the man had for attacking males he deems ‘handsome’.
Pulling his plate back before he lost the other half of his sandwich Giran exhaled a puff of smoke from his cigar. “Bankotsu is arrogant and if he challenges Shigaraki for leadership then it could be close.”
Dabi snorted. “Winner?”
“Shigaraki,” the broker answered in a matter-of-fact tone. “Bankotsu is strong enough to take on any hero in the Top 20 without his weapon but he’s arrogant and now that Kurogiri is back Tomura has the advantage.”
“I thought Kurogiri wasn’t on trial for another month,” Dabi said understating now why the hero patrols in her neighbourhood had increased. “Why am I just hearing that he’s back now?”
“Because you are on sabbatical as it were and Toga threatened to cut my balls off if I stressed you out.” Giran answered wincing at how protective the blonde seemed to have become of her sister as she called Dabi now.
“Are you seriously more afraid of the pipsqueak then me?” Dabi asked looking offended.
Giran nodded. “When she has Mr. Compress and Kurogiri on her side yes, yes I am.”
“Does he ... who … HOW?!”
“I don’t know and I don’t want to know,” Giran said not wanting to even think about how the warp gate user found out about Dabi’s little bundle of joy to come, just as long as Shigaraki didn’t find out in the end. The whole League of Villains could know for all he cared but the decay user and his migraine-inducing rants were where Giran drew the line. "Now do you want to keep gossiping like housewives or should we go on."
“This isn’t over,” Dabi muttered darkly picking up the last photo and turning it over. “Story.”
“Itona is the heir to a small factory that’s on the verge of being shut down,” Giran spoke not mentioning that the particular company was owned and run by an old senpai of his from high school who looked out for a young information broker to be before he graduated. “He’s smart, a veritable genius when it comes to making gadgets.”
“So then why work with villains?” Dabi inquired.
"To save his fathers company," Giran explained having tried in the past to steer only legal business towards his senpai only for nothing to ever work out. "As long as it's not weapons to kill, he’ll make you anything for the right price. But if I’m being honest though I wouldn’t make him a full member of the League, he’ll make you what you want no questions asked but also sell you out to save his own ass if given the chance.”
“So, he’s a bit of a neutral party then,” Dabi sighed drumming her fingers on the desk as she stared at the photos. “The Tsu Brothers defiantly set up a meeting with them, but see what Boss needs tech-wise; phones, Compress’s arm maybe a radio or TV and place the order. If the guys as good as you claim and the price is right, we’ll take things slow for now and see later if we want to keep him.”
“Probably the smartest idea,” Giran nodded putting the files back into the drawer. “You wanna sneak out the back way and avoid Ran?”
Dabi shook her head. “No, but I will take a burner if you got one.”
Reaching inside one of the top drawers Giran pulled out a phone and slide it over to Dabi well she started putting her wig back on. “Blondes not your colour kid, you defiantly look better in black.”
Dabi smirked and took the mobile. “Later Giran.”
Opening the door Dabi walked out into the waiting room just in time to hear Ran climax loudly. Looking towards the source of the noise she saw the woman bent over her desk, the bodyguard Sei was holding her in place as he kept thrusting into her face bloody from where Ran had scratched him.
Catching the woman’s eye Dabi raised her fingers and wiggled them at the prostitute leaving without a word.
Giran stood at the doorway of his office watching as Ran stared at Dabi's retreating back alternating between swearing revenge against the woman and demanding Sei go harder.
"Hey Ran if you're going to fuck him so hard do it in the conference room," Giran said staring at the woman shamelessly. “And don’t forget to clean up this time.”
Ran smirked and reached behind so that she could pull Sei’s head down whispering something into his ear. A moment later Giran found himself face to face with Ran as she rocked back and forth on the man's dick as he sat on her chair holding her hips hard enough to leave bruises.
“Or you could join us instead, I know how much you love to watch and wouldn’t watching Sei here clean up after himself after fucking me so hard be such a turn on.”
Giran felt himself harden at her words. “Give me ten minutes and maybe we’ll even double team you.”
Ran squealed with joy and grabbed Sei by the hair again ordering him to take her to the conference room.
Making his way over to his desk Giran pulled out a simple black phone and hit the first number on the speed dial.
A couple of rings in and an exhausted sounding man picked. “Hello,”
“Aizawa, its Giran I have some information for you.”
Not gonna lie this chapter was hard to write, I've never written sexual stuff before so please tell me what you thought of it and Ran who may or may not make another appearance in the story.
I’m also starting a poll right now so cast your vote on Dabi’s kid(s), the choices are
Boy vs. Girl
One vs. Twins
Remember that I love hearing what my readers think about the story so far and when you encourage me with reviews, I tend to write faster. Seriously, it is scientifically proven fact that positive reinforcement can do wonders for the creative mind.
Chapter 7: Chapter 7
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from My Hero Academia. This story is purely for fun and in my case a great creative and emotional outlet.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
(17 Weeks or 4 ¼ Months Pregnant)
‘Perhaps a hobby would do you some good, and in your case Ms. Tora, no cooking doesn’t count.’
Dabi cursed Folken again for his irritating words last week, working all the time it seems was really starting to take its toll on the cremation user. Although the data crunching job for Giran’s legit business had led to a higher profit in more then one of the stores, which gave her a higher allowance to take care of herself, it also meant the lack of sleep and headaches from staring at the computer screen were starting to catch up with her which in turn meant that it wasn’t good for the baby growing inside of her.
After talking with Folken about her constant migraines and her lack of desire to see any current licensed medical professional the therapist had asked for Dabi to explain her daily schedule. Folken also wanted to see if he could help narrow down what was causing them before Dabi was forced to go visit some back-alley doctor of Giran’s knowing that if she did rumours could start up that could place both of them in danger.
It wasn’t hard for him to narrow down the problem though, Dabi’s days were all the same when you got down to it.
Get up and make breakfast.
Check the news to see if there was a chance a hero would come breaking down her walls to arrest her.
Curse whatever member of the League was idiotic enough to have gotten caught on camera this time. So far it was a choice between Spinner, who had taken to making online videos ranting about everything he could dig up about a hero to explain why it made them fakes. And Shigaraki, who with Kurogiri back had decided that every single heist he pulled should include a shot of him right in the middle of all the chaos like some celebrity posing for the paparazzi.
Work some more.
Go shopping at a new store for the next day.
Come home and watch the news again.
Prepare any leftovers that could be used for meals the next day.
Finish whatever work was left.
Folken had just sighed when he heard this and placed a call to his sister in law asking if she could do him a favour. Three days later Dabi had a few new shirts added to her wardrobe. They honestly looked like something the hero Best Jeanist wore to the villain but tighter on the face so that they covered up the scars on the lower part of her face better than his outfit could. As long as she wore the big sunglasses and blonde wig from Ran Dabi was virtually undetectable to the public as long as she was careful. And when wearing the right jacket Dabi was also able to cover her ever-growing stomach hiding her pregnancy, so, all in all, it wasn't to bad a disguise.
In fact, Dabi had even braved the walk to one of the nicer parts of Musutafu tonight to head to a large bookstore in search of something that might help her find something to do instead of ‘going through the motions’ as Folken had called it.
So far, she had found a couple cookbooks with all kinds of chicken recipes, Dabi cursed Hawks love of chicken and that it had somehow been transferred to her through their baby. Not to mention a book on pregnancy that would have made Himiko squeal for joy, the cover was blood red with a menacing-looking white font that read The Bloody Truth.
Now all she needed was some easy to do from home hobbies or activities and she would be set. Reaching for a book on cactus might help her with Giran’s housewarming gift Dabi dropped everything when something collided with her legs. Turning to yell at whatever had run into her the villain was met with the biggest pair of red eyes she had ever seen in her life.
Eyes that belonged to a little girl with white hair and a small golden nub on her head, eyes that sadly for Dabi and her protective instincts towards kids that were clearly terrified.
“I-I’m sorry.” The girl whimpered from where she had fallen to the floor after running into Dabi’s legs.
Taking a deep breath to calm herself down Dabi extended her hand in the most non-threatening way she could towards the child. Unfortunately, that seemed to have the opposite effect and the little girl threw her hands over her head as if to protect herself from on oncoming strike.
Dabi froze and immediately pulled her hand back like she had been burned when the image of a boy with two-toned hair replaced the girls. Shouto, in those rare times when Dabi actually saw him, would do the same thing when he hid to try and avoid Endeavors training. Back then Tatsuo would let Fuyumi take care of their youngest brother well she stood guard, but Yumi wasn’t here and Dabi wasn’t Tatsuo anymore but that didn’t mean she was useless.
Taking a step back Dabi ignored the pain in her back and awkwardly knelt down letting her sunglasses slip down a little she was eye to eye with the girl. “You hurt?”
Eri looked confused for a moment wondering why the woman was moving so funny before shaking her head.
Dabi nodded. “Run away or get lost?”
Eri tightened her grip on the book she had been carrying when she had crashed into Dabi. “I … I thought I saw someone that I recognized, someone who scares me.”
“Want me to take you to the register so they can call someone?” Dabi asked caught between her desire to run away and hide and helping a kid in trouble as she extended her hand again. “I’m D …. Rei by the way.”
Eri looked at it cautiously. “Shouta says I shouldn’t go off with strangers if they look supic … sudcious …”
“Suspicious?” Dabi supplied glad that someone in the girl’s life was looking out for her. Looking around to make sure the coast was clear Dabi took a calming breath. “Promise not to scream.”
Eri tensed expecting the worst but Dabi just gave her most disarming smile and lowered the front part of her shirt that was covering her scars hoping that this wouldn’t come back to bite her in the ass later. Eri’s eyes widened as she hesitantly reached out a little to touch purple skin, they felt oddly warm under her fingers and were held to pale looking skin with something shiny. Putting her books next to her Eri knelt forward and let her other hand explore the strange blue-eyed woman’s face wondering what made these scars different from hers or Deku’s, these still looked like they hurt.
Dabi let the girl run her fingers and explore her scars a few moments longer then she would have liked before fixing her shirt and glasses back into there original places. "I know they aren't great to look at, most people nowadays just run and hide when they see my face.”
Eri stared at Rei, part of her did want to run away there was also something about the woman set off an alarm in her head. But a braver part of her, the one that seemed to grow each and every day she spent with 2-A told her that Rei wouldn't hurt her.
Dabi sighed in relief. “Nice to meet you Eri now what do you say stay here and wait for someone to find us or go to cash and have them us the PA to call whoever brought you here.”
“I … I …” Eri knew she should go to the cash register and have them call Deku and Shinsou or maybe even Todoroki since he had tagged along with them. But doing that would mean going back to U.A. and there was one more thing she really wanted to get before returning to the school. “Iwantacolouringbook.”
Dabi’s eyes widened behind her glasses as Eri’s hands grabbed her own in a vice grip. “Excuse me.”
“I want a colouring book,” Eri said again only slower this time blushing as she did. “Please, I promise not to cause any problems.”
“Alright,” Dabi hesitated feeling unsure now, it was one thing to take Eri to the register or wait with her there for her guardians, it was another to actually go shopping with the girl.
Lightbulb going off in her head Dabi decided to take a page out of Himiko’s book and try her acting skills out. So, playing with the ends of her hair like Fuyumi had when they were little Dabi tried to look embarrassed. “But you have to help me pick one out to.”
Eri’s face immediately brightened. "You like colouring too?"
“Don’t know,” Dabi shrugged remembering the nonstop training Endeavor had put her through growing up. It was only after Shouto had gotten his quirk that she had been allowed to play with her siblings, though that didn’t stop her ‘father’ from trying out some new training regiment on her before using it on Shouto which would often lead to Dabi being to sore to do anything more read. “Never done it before.”
Eri gasped in disbelief. “You’ve never coloured?”
“Nope,” Dabi shook her head as she helped Eri stand up. “Want to help me pick one out my first one?”
The girl didn’t answer instead she just started pulling her new friend towards the colouring section. Deku had told her that the selection at this store was huge and he wasn’t lying as Eri’s eyes nearly popped out of her skull when she saw all the different types.
Now Eri was starting to feel overwhelmed, how was she supposed to help Rei pick the perfect first colouring book when there were so many.
Dabi whistled having not realized that colouring was so popular. “That’s a lot of colouring books.”
Looking down at the girl Dabi saw the dazed look on Eri’s face and snuck a peek at the book in her arms. “I like cats, think they got anything with them?”
Eri’s head snapped up and she looked excited again. “I have three, well actually Shouta does but I live with him and Hizashi says that since we all live together, I get to be in charge of playing and petting with them an-”
"Slow down kid," Dabi said worried that Eri might end up passing out if she didn’t stop to breathe soon.
Eri’s shut her mouth and looked worried now, had she made Rei mad somehow? Shouta had been telling her recently that she was starting to talking like Deku only where he mumbled on about heroes, she talked about cats instead, Eri really liked cats.
“You don’t need to try and tell me everything at once I’m not going anywhere,” Dabi smiled picking up the closet book and showing Eri the cover of a book that had cats with swirls and flowers inside them. “Why don’t we look for something and you can tell me all about your cats.”
Eri smiled and added the book to the pile she was carrying. “Well, first there’s Acorn,”
Izuku was freaking out, he had faced down villains like Tomura Shigaraki, Stain and Overhaul and stood up to bullies like Kacchan, before his ego shrunk to a more manageable size, as well as the current number one hero Endeavor. But the thought of having to tell his homeroom teacher that he had lost Eri terrified him more than any of those men combined.
Shinsou ran up panting. “Have you found her yet?”
“No,” Izuku shook his head. “You?”
“I thought I saw her in mystery section but it turned out to be an old lady,” the brain washer answered pulling out his cellphone. “I’ll call Todoroki and see if he’s found her, you should call Aizawa.”
Izuku shuddered already feeling the underground heroes signature capture weapon tightening around him. Nodding he noticed took the cellphone and was just about to punch in the number when he heard the sweetest sound ever come from above.
“Izuku, Hitoshi over here.”
Turning around the pair saw Eri standing on the next level with a woman waving down at them a huge smile on her face.
Had Eri been paying more attention to her companion though she would have heard Dabi, aka. Rei, curse as she stared in horror at the two U.A. students in below her.
Thank you SO much for everyone who voted in my last chapters poll, one option given has already won in a landslide. Therefore, I am officially making Dabi's kids …. TWINS!
Still running the poll on gender though so Boys vs. Girls.
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