Ultra Blue Violence (Dabi)

Chapter Nine: Antimatter

Miya was lying on the gym floor, bathing in the sunlight that penetrated through the paned windows lining the farthest wall of the third floor in headquarters. A ten story building in the middle of Shizuoka city, paned with reflective glass. Nike sneakers propped on equipment, hands laced over her stomach, and headphones thumping with music. Her dark eyes heavy with black stared up at the ceiling, contemplating her adventure with the League of Villains last night.

     They had so many right points and wrong points. It compelled her to decide. To join or not to join? Miya always dreamed of tearing down the system that raised her and watching it burn. She wanted to see the flames dance in her eyes; she wanted to feel the intensity of the heat when the world goes up in chaos.

     But then, she had her parents playing on her mind. They were painted as blank figures in her mind. The image of her mother, faceless, and her father. Both weighing heavy.

     Miya took in a deep breath closing her eyes feeling a headache coming on. All this thinking about what to do was making her mind hurt. Especially the hard hit she received from Dabi. Her left temple was raw red and swollen with a small lump.

     One Angel on her shoulder was telling her to rip the card into pieces and continue trying to be a good Hero. Keep trying to make her father proud and bring honour to the family name.

     The Devil on the other shoulder kept whispering to call the number. Call it and watch the world burn.

     (Who do I listen to?)

     A hand pushed Miya's feet off the equipment and her body turned sideways. Her dark eyes shot open to the image of Madam President, and another dark-haired woman, standing high over her. Lips pressed into thin lines, sagged eyes gleaming down, and the loose skin was more prominent from this angle.

     Miya removed an earbud. The thumping of BTS was loud. "What?" she spat, grossly interrupted.

     "How many times do I have to tell you? That is not the way to greet your superiors." says Madam President lacing fingers together. The dark-haired woman beside her pushed for a smile.

     With a heavy sigh, Miya rolled to her feet, taking out the other earbud, and said. "Hi, welcome to Chilli's, how can I help you?" and looked to the middle-aged woman, wondering who she was.

     Madam President blinked, unimpressed. At least, that was the best she could get from Stardust. "You have been sitting on the gym floor for half an hour now."

     "Spying on me?"

     "The tracker is still in your arm?"

     "Yes." she replied flatly, knowing full well the tracker was in a ziplock bag, in the right pocket of black leggings, obscured by her large grey jumper which she wore to hide her body.

     "What's got you so worked up, Star? It's unusual of you to be here and do nothing. You're always so active or exerting frustration. You practically live in here! Do you want to tell me what's wrong?"

     Miya turned away to hide the roll of her eyes. "No. Not your business." she sauntered towards the glass paned windows. Miya was trying to create some distance between her and Madam President, but she followed closely behind.

     "Where you involved in an incident last night? Involving a Nomu, and possibly members of the League of Villains, a block from the apartment we gave you?"

     Miya turned, confusion written on her features. "No. I have heard nothing about this. What the hell happened?"

     "Residents spotted a Nomu, three members of the League, all fighting someone with similarities to you. A car was destroyed, and presents of fire were left behind." explained Madam President.