Ultra Blue Violence (Dabi)

Chapter Twenty-Two: Occultation

Water filled her lungs, but they didn't burn or gasp for air. No matter how hard she tried she wasn't moving. Neither sinking nor rising. She was suspended in the one spot like an animation. And above the water's rippling surface she could see blurred faces of her swimming instructor and classmates, all faceless and forgotten overtime with memory.

She tried screaming for help, but bubbles only streamed out of her mouth. Her arms and legs were heavy in the water as they kicked and flailed trying to reach the surface in a desperate attempt to escape the cold prison. She was trapped. Helpless. And full of fear.

Something forced the waves to tumble her over, and she was sent tumbling like a puppy falling down stairs. Blind in the darkness of the water, but aware of her movement, and her eyes shot open.

Miya was met with the bland ceiling and she gulped for a breath sitting straight up in bed. She was caked in a thin layer of cold sweat, and her hair was glued to her head. It took her a moment to recognise where she was.

There was birds singing their morning songs outside the window, with the faint glow of the sun. She could hear people talking behind the walls, and outside on the streets, and the occasional groan of a car.

There was an arm draped over her naked torso, and a deep snore came from Dabi still fast asleep, laying on his stomach. His features were pulled together in displeasure, like his own dream. It actually brought Miya a sense of relief seeing him there, and she knew it was just silly nightmare.

A nightmare she often had. A displeasurable dream, and it was usually the same.

She swallowed the saliva in her mouth lubricating her dry throat and gently laid back down, staring wide awake at the ceiling and the single strand of orange light running across the ceiling and touching the far wall.

Another deep snore from Dabi made her turn her head. He was completely unaware.

Miya rolled over slowly to face him, and cradled his head in her chest, pressing her cheek to the top of his head, as if it would help him sleep peacefully. A deep snore rattled her insides and his fingers tightened into her back, still asleep. Between two fingers, she twirled a lock of his black hair.

A soft hum came from him, and she knew he was awake now. "What the fuck are you doing?" he says deeply, against the warmth of her bosom.

"Cuddling." she replied softly.

He hummed again, but he didn't fight it. "You know, Dabi, baby..." she noticed him tensing and smiled. "You like it when I say that, Dabi, baby?" she teased, massaging his head with her fingers.

"Let me sleep, woman."

"So you admit you liked it."

Dabi growled into her chest and Miya was suddenly on her back with Dabi above her, pinning her wrists to her sides. Eyes low lidded, and annoyed, he snarls. "You better not fucking double cross me."

"Why would I do that, when I can have this..." she wriggled her hand free, sliding it beneath the sheets taking a hold of his soft penis. Dabi hisses falling back into the pillows. Blood rushed to nethers, hardening in her hand.

"Fuck." he says, roughly.

"I'm serious about this, Dabi." Miya explained swinging her leg over to straddle him, keeping him wrapped in her hand. "I'm serious about changing the system. Whatever it takes. Even if it means doing this, and I'm certainly not complaining."

"I want to destroy the system. I don't care if it stays that way."

"You're a selfish prick."