Dead Hero's Heart

Chapter 25

He froze. He couldn't do anything else at this moment. He looked at the man in his hands. He looked all beaten up, with blood licking out of his mouth and forehead. His one radiant turquoise eyes seemed to nearly have lost that evil glint of theirs. Dabi was breathing heavily and so did he. He had given everything he had on this fight, and now it was his moment of victory. He was bruised, burned all over the place and his clothes were destroyed. But so was the other man and he was ready to put an end on him. And yet somehow, that toothy grin he wore on his face looked so upsetting to him.

And what he had said. How could he know. No one was supposed to know about that. That name he had used. His brothers name, the forth kid of the Todoroki family that had died after a tragic insident that neither his siblings nor his parents ever talked to him about. That name even he himself faintly remembers from his father's words of him to not become like Touya. Though he never got an explanation. He had put it in his mind as the fact that he considered all of the other members of the family useless.

He looked at the man, not knowing how exactly he should react. The death was never made publicly known. He would know, he had search multiple times for information but never found anything. Though, he wouldn't know how difficult would it be for a villain to dig up some dirt for a hero.

Suddenly, there was coughing, and he focused his attention back to the villain at his hand who he had subconsciously started to choke. Lightening his grasp but not releasing him completely, he brought him once again close to his face. "How do you know about him?" he asked venom particularly lashing out of his words. The man chuckled, which soon evolved into a full out maniacal laugh in the middle of the night. "Oh poor little Shoto~. Don't try to dodge my question. What happen to your dear old brother?" he asked expectantly as he looked at boy.

Todoroki looked away. He didn't know if he should actually answer to him or not. But, even if he chose to do so, there wasn't really anything he could say to him. He only knew that he died. And that's about it. Dabi's smile seemed to widen as he watch the boy trying to not meet up with his eyes, the glint of which seemed to suddenly return.

"He didn't tell you, did he!? Of course he didn't, that ***hole never cared enough anyways! But to not tell to his own family!" he broke down laughing again, and the boy looked at him hesticaly as a realization hit him. Dabi knew what had happened. He didn't know how or why, but all the signs were pointing on this. He stared at him in bewilderment, and maybe a bit of curiosity, hoping that he would actually tell him what had happened.

Soon enough, after some time, the laughs seemed to quite down and the sirk returned. He looked at Todoroki, as if he was examining him before absentmindly nodding to himself. "Shoto Todoroki, you know who killed your brother? Your father is the cause! Along with you, the little rascal of the family, the new masterpiece that ended up in his hands for him to play with. He drove Touya to insanity, with all this training of his for him to become his ultimate weapon, only for him to totally forget about him when you came. He didn't care anymore about your brothers ambitions, and let him alone on his own. Until one day, he put a fire in the very place he had been tortured for all his life, burning himself along in his own flames! There was nothing left behind from him"

Shoto started trembling. 'Is this really what had happened?'. He was shocked, no, far beyond shocked. His eyes became unfocused as they started averting all around him. His breathing started becoming quicker as he looked at his hands. His hands, painted with the blood of the villain, in his eyes at that moment looked like the blood of his brothers. If it wasn't for him, Touya wouldn't have died. If he hadn't been born, his father wouldn't have turned his attention to him, leaving his sibling alone. Flashed of a white haired boy entered his mind and started hunting him, terrible images of the kid getting hurt again and again, coming back to him from his subconscion.