Ultra Blue Violence (Dabi)

Chapter Two: Conjunction

17 Years Later.

The low sky had become a ceiling of grey black rock above Tokyo City. Rolls of grey cotton balls that could be seen blanketing the sky during the day, concealed the stars and moon in all its glory, and oh, how it fought to shine through its oppressor. But, it still feels humid, like the black clouds above imparts a claustrophobic feeling in the pit of your lungs.

On the streets of Tokyo where thousands of people walked the night-time streets under the glow of neon signs projecting ads from screens mounted on buildings, Miya Kurotaiyo was lazily leaning on a traffic light pole watching the lights turn green to orange to red, and watched the cars come to a stop and groups of people cross the busy roads on Shibuya Street.

She waited at the four-way intersection for anything interesting to happen. A jay walker, perhaps, or a car that speeds through a red light. Maybe a Villain would attack?

The Dark Hero, Stardust, pushed off the traffic pole to continue her patrol. The tight black suit, marked with purple triangles, on both upper arms, thighs, and chest that curved down from the top of there turtle neck, down her sides, stopping mid thigh. Her wrists were cuffed with a purple lining, the same lining following the triangle patterns, and the open diamond patter on her stomach, all ominously glowing.

They represented the Greek Lambda symbol for dark energy. A play on word for her Quirk 'Dark Matter'. She thought it was smart.

Two black dots were printed on the left side of the purple triangle on her chest.

A wide yawn cracked Miya's mouth open and stretched out her arms in complete boredom. She watched the cars stop and go; she watched people walk by. She did this every night in Tokyo for the past month. Patrol the streets bored and then go home once the sun came up.

Oh yeah, this is the 'Hero' life. So much fun, can't you tell? Miya was just having a jolly time.

There was a soft hum emitting from a compartment in her black buckled combat boots. She reached down to her right boot, unclipped a pocket in the side, and retrieved her smartphone where the sound of a BTS song was louder.

The contact read as HAWKS AGENCY. Wondering what the call was for, she answered. "This is Stardust."

"Hello, Stardust." the voice of a lady said. "I'm just calling to inform you that the intern request for Izuku Midoriya was unfortunately declined."

"Declined?" Miya's mouth fell open. "By who?"

"Izuku Midoriya."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure. Thank you for your time, have a good night." and the call ended. Miya stared down at the screen, a little baffled. She shoved her phone back into its pocket, upset. The one time she requested to have a U.A student intern as her sidekick, he declines her offer.

She saw his potential at the Sports Festival last week; and when she witnessed him firsthand adopting HER technique 'Shooting Star' by reeling back his finger to his thumb and flicking. She became excited and took a great interest in the young boy.

Miya's hand reached up to push back the lock of bleached blonde hair, with dark brown roots, falling in fizzy curls to her shoulders and pressed the comms in her left ear, saying, "It's real quiet tonight, isn't it?" and waited for a response. There was the sound of static before a male voice shouted back,

"Why would you say that!? That's bad luck, are you trying to jinx us?"

Miya shrugged. "Why not? Stir up a few things. I'm bored as fuck."

"That's kind of the point isn't it?" the voice said annoyed, and the communication line went dead. Miya sighed heavily to herself. This loser is nothing like working with Keigo, who was so outgoing and laid back and fun to work with. Soaring the skies must be the best feeling.