Ultra Blue Violence (Dabi)

Chapter Five: Circumpolar Star

It had been a few days since Miya woke up in a new apartment, confused and alone. She woke up on a bed, dripped in cold sweat, an aching back, still dressed in her hero suit. They set her duffle bag of belongings beside the bed, stuck an infringement note to the refrigerator, informing Stardust of her three-week suspension, with no pay, and invalid Hero License, until further notice.

How did she get here? Where was she?

She pulled the infringement letter off the fridge, scrunched it into a ball and threw it across the apartment, watching it humorously bounce off the wall. The last thing she remembers was being in the conference room. How or when she got here was a mystery to her. Waking up in an unfamiliar place, with no memory of the last hours, had Miya sitting on the bed dazed and staring at the cream coloured wall and framed picture of birds, trying to piece together what happened.

(Tase Stardust until she's numb in the head.)

This feeling of confusion in her head, the numbness in her limbs; it felt like she was in a dream. The sound of cars, and people chatting outside where louder than usual. The small apartment the Commission put her in was too quiet. The only sound was the empty static in the air, the hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the clock on the far wall in the living room.

She filled it with the sound of the television.

'At late hours, Hero Killer Stain, was finally attained, after injuring two Pro Heroes and U.A High School students, following the attack of Nomu. Leading to think the League of Villains might have been involved...'

The sound of the television wasn't enough to fill the space of loneliness. No friends, no family to sit and laugh with. Just her and her overwhelming thoughts. She could really use the company of Keigo to tell her stupid jokes to distract her destructive mind.

Miya stood in the small tiled bathroom before the vanity and mirror, dressed in a singlet, staring at her scarred arms and the puncture wound in her right upper forearm. Her arms were the worst of her body. She may not have any more room left, (even the self-inflicted ones). She stares at her left arm, or more specifically the largest scar in her collection. A long jagged scar that snaked down the length of her arm. It was an unusual looking scar, an odd mixture of bright white and light pink. The skin around the scar was also slightly discoloured, suggesting that it did not heal properly.

Miya took a scalpel in her left, holding out her right arm under the white light with a bruised clenched fist, and pressed the tip of the cold sharp blade to her skin. It stings like fire shooting through her veins, intense red warm liquid gushed to drip down her arm and fall to the white tiles at her feet. The smell of iron intoxicated her nose, filling her lungs and brain with dizziness.

She hissed, pushing the blade a centimetre down her arm.

She placed down the bloodied scalpel with a heavy clank, and shaky hands. Picking up a pair of tweezers, she clenched her fist, pushing in the tweezers, biting back a cry. It felt like hot needles poking her throbbing wound. She blinked back tears in her eyes, forcing the metal prongs into the throbbing incision, forcing out more blood.

Feeling the object she was searching for, she pulled a bloodied chip out of her arm with a last cry of relief. She dropped the tweezers and the chip onto the counter and rushed for a towel. Miya glared down at the chip the size of a small pill, with a clear shell, and animatronics on the inside. Pressing a towel to her bloody arm, shaking with pain, feeling an intense hate towards that tiny chip. She could crush it under her boot, or throw in The Commission's face.

She held up her promise, she got it out herself. No one was going to control her. No one was going to treat her like shit from the gutter anymore. She will not accept it anymore, or blow it off as 'necessary' for the training regiment. The littlest mistakes were treated as though it was a major deal, even if Miya caused an accident in Tokyo; no one died. That wasn't her fault, the driver was to blame.