Ultra Blue Violence (Dabi)

Chapter Six: Filament

In a bar located somewhere in Kamino, Yokohama, Japan, the rising League of Villains gathered in a small space, dimly lit. Tomura Shigaraki sat at the bar stool peering down at a paused youtube video on his phone. His shaggy unwashed white hair coiled down to curtain his red eyes at uneven lengths. He licked his dried chapped lips holding the phone with one finger outstretched.

"What makes you think this is a good idea?" Tomura Shigaraki asked the man behind the bar with a tremulous voice. "You're forgetting she's a Pro Hero."

The man behind the bar was Giran. A middle-aged man, with short grey hair worn parted to his right with side bangs hanging above his eyes, along with a small moustache and a goatee on his chin, and one of his front teeth seems to be missing, leaving a gap in his grin. Giran, most recently, is working as a broker and the League of Villains recruiter.

"Well, when that all happened, I thought, hey! Why not recruit a Hero who is detested by the very society you seek to destroy? She already has a bad rep and history regarding Hero work. I think you'll have a pretty good run if you convince her to join our Cause. I think that'll be a big 'fuck you' to the Hero society."

Standing beside Giran was Kurogiri. His entire body is made of a dark purple mist, save for his eyes, which are glowing yellow. "Watch the video closely." He told Tomura Shigaraki with a deep mystical voice. "You can see it in the way she looks, the way those people treated her then... she has the potential. Just read the crude comments on the article."

Tomura set down the phone. "I watched it already. She's still a Pro Hero. There's a slim chance this plan will work then we'll give away our hideout." Tomura then looked to the small black tv sitting on the bar wall to his left, and said, "What do you think, Master?"

A dark voice replied, "Her Quirk would be most useful." the deep mysterious voice said. "But, Tomura, I'm leaving this decision up to you. I want you to make the correct choices." the man on the other side said. Recruiting a 'Hero' is a risky move, but should it prove to be successful, HE wanted that victory for Tomura.

"A little convincing might need to go hand in hand." informed Kurogiri adjusting the tie on his formal suit. "I've done the history research. This isn't the first incident. The media comments are absurd, they already slander her for a villain. It was only last week that incident in Tokyo happened, and when she got into that fight with a young group of people on the train. She has the potential. No normal Hero would do that."

A shrill voice then shouted out. "Oh, let me see! Let me see!" Toga Himiko leaped forward onto the counter to take Tomura's phone. She huddled close with the phone inches from her yellow cat eyes, watching the video play out with a crazed smile on her face. Toga giggled, blushing. "I like her! Oh, please can I go kidnap her!? Please?"

"Patients." warned Kurogiri.

"Are you sure, Master?" Tomura questioned, undoubtedly unsure of himself.

The voice then said, "I want you to learn to make hard decisions like this yourself, Tomura. Although I have sound reason to believe recruiting a Hero such as Stardust will be... successful. That, however, will be up to your judgment."

Toga giggled again, twirling a strand of loose hair poking out from her messy buns. She twirled around in her schoolgirl outfit holding out the phone watching the video on repeat. "Just look, Dabi, Isn't she cute? I think I'm in love." she held out the phone to the tall black headed boy dressed in a tattered white shirt, an old black jacket with a ripped high collar and a white belt to keep up his pants. He was leaning against the wall, seeming mostly uninterested.

His heavy lidded blue eyes glanced down to the video of the Pro Hero Stardust and her stunt trying to stop a high-speed chase last week, resulting in several people hospitalised.

Dabi clicked his tongue. "So what's the plan?" he spoke with a rough voice, lifting his eyes to Tomura Shigaraki sitting at the bar across the room staring at the blank tv on the wall. "If this is who you're talking about, I think you'll have a 90% chance of succeeding. Someone like that, it's clear she hates this society if she's willing to fight random people on the train. Convincing her, on the other hand, won't be easy. She's stubborn."

"How do you know?" Toga asked curiously.

"Don't you watch the news?"

Dabi's most unusual striking features was the burnt skin covering the lower half of his face reaching to his ears with several cartilage piercings on each side, the purple grafts came down his neck stopping at his collarbone and peaking past the jacket cuffs on his wrists. There are patches under his eyes too, crude staples that keep his skin together, and a triple nose piercings on the right side of his nose.

Tomura hummed in deep thought, scratching at the dry skin on his neck. "Her Quirk is... exceptional. We can use her to our advantage as someone on the inside."

Toga frowned heavily. "What if she doesn't want to? Can I kill her?" she pleaded with a maniacal look in her golden yellow eyes and a wide grin. "Her blood looks tasty." she breathed in deeply, like she could smell the metallic taste of blood through the phone.

Tomura turned on the stool to face the occupants in the bar. "Track her moves. Find out where she lives. Learn how her Quirk works and how to defeat her, then bring her to me."

"Ah." said Giran with a toothless grin. "I already took the liberty of doing such things. My sources, as we speak, are tracking her movements. We'll know where she lives by tomorrow. The rest is up to you." he stated casually.

"Easier said than done." Dabi says across the bar with a rough voice. "She's a Pro, she'll always be on the lookout for stalkers. That's just how the Commission trained her. Getting the drop on her won't be easy. Restraining her will be just as hard, maybe impossible."

"As for her Quirk, there's no real information online about it. I've tried the dark web, there's nothing in depth. The only information we have about it, is that she converts kinetic energy into a physical form. And that's about it. No how, what, when, where, or why. No one knows how she controls her Quirk, or why it's the destructive nature it is."

"When she moves she generates kinetic energy, and converts it into dark energy. She has to visualise it for it to become physical. That's how she controls it." explained Dabi, earning puzzled looks from each person in the bar. "That's why it's destructive and dangerous. Its physical energy."

Toga looked over her shoulder at Dabi with a grin and began swinging her legs on the stool. "How would you know all that, Dabi? Giran couldn't even find that information."

He didn't reply. Toga merely received a silent glare, and she laughed. "Look's like Stardust already has a stalker." she giggled into her sleeve with a heavy blush. "Or he's just a closet fan? Haha, Dabi is a fanboy."

Giran shook his head, lighting a cigarette between his missing teeth. "Now the fun part is she needs to keep moving to keep her Quirk activated, tire her out, restrain her — that's how you'll get her." he took another puff of his cigarette.

"Like I said," says Dabi. "That won't be easy."

Tomura grumbled, "Just get it done. If restraining her will be so hard, then I'll send a Nomu."

"Stainy!" Toga pouted with a loud whine. "I want to go, Tomura, please, please, please! Send me! I can prove myself."

"I don't care. Get it done." Tomura snarled with a shaky voice and snatched up his phone, keeping one finger off. With his other hand, he picked up the dismembered hand at his elbow to place over his face. "I want that Hero."

The man on the other side of the call, sitting in the dark, smiled maliciously. 

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Filament
A strand of cool gas suspended over the photosphere by magnetic fields, which appears dark as seen against the disk of the Sun.