The Day the Moon turned to Blood | (BNHA x OC)

III

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WARNINGS: GORE, STRONG LANGUAGE, DEATH.

Making her way out of the blood soaked alleyway, a crimson pigmented hand shoved into the pockets of her tunic, taking out her burner phone dialing the number of a certain smoggy bartender.

"Was the assassination successful?" the said man spoke from the other line.

She hummed, taking a glance at the gory alley seeing the dismantled corpse pinned onto the wall, bold words written in crimson liquid below the mans carcass.

'SENT HIM TO HELL'

(Author's Note: something like this :))

She slowly walked away from the horror scene and giving his comrade a response.

"Yes." She said in nonchalant tone while walking along the empty pathway.

"Good job, Levi. Though I must go now, Giran has arranged a meeting with us the following week and will bring possible recruits."

"Sure." And with that, she hung up.

From a distance she could make out a faint blue hue illuminating a certain alleyway. She walked further towards the ignited alleyway, wanting to know the culprit of the pyromaniacal assault.

She peered at the scene from the entrance the said aisle. A tall figure stood amongst the inferno, charred corpses scattered throughout the blazing passage.

The malefactor had jet-black hair, visible burn scars all over his form, fastened with silver staples. What stood out the most was his striking turquoise eyes, she almost shivered under his gaze.  Almost.

She strode towards the male, activating her intangibility to not get burnt by his flames.

"You're a pyromaniac too, huh?" She made her presence known, the man flinched, sending a wave of flames towards the former out of reflex.

She had a blank look visible in her charcoal eyes, while activating her intangibility to avoid the blazing attack and warped behind him.

The males eyes widened, expecting to see her carcass but found no trace of her stature. He was about to turn around when he felt her presence behind him, but froze when he felt a sharp blade graze his head.  He averted his widened eyes towards her form, frozen in the air, equally black hair seemingly levitating in the air, bored eyes peered at his trembling physique, a bandana covering the lower part of her face. The blade coming from the heels of her boot, centimeters away from penetrating into his skull,  she was in an axe kick stance, but purposely stopped.  In mid air.

"It's you—" He was speechless, her mere presence shook him to the core. He looked up at the superior, coal black and bright turquoise orbs clashed, the former immediately asserting dominance.

"Try anything funny and I'll stick this blade into your skull , a drop of my venom can be enough to kill a whale, no less a measly human like you." She said in a threatening tone.

"Alright! I won't do shit!"

She hummed,  levitating back onto solid ground in-front of the shook man.  She leaned into the scarred mans face, noses almost touching, examining his masculine features.  He yelped and backed away from the woman.

"You know, i mostly do all the flirting here."  The scarred man said, trying his best to hide a stutter and cut their tension.

"What is the maximum temperature of your flames?"

"Huh—"

"Tell me."  She leaned closer to his face, the man didn't know if he should be scared or flustered.

"Uh— 2 thousand degrees Celsius, more or, less." He answered truthfully, having no reason to lie to the woman responsible for the cut up corpses of tainted heroes all around Yokohama.

"What a pity."

"..." He looked at her in disbelief, But who is he to question the keen observation of an evident superior.

"You aren't exactly powerful, but there are ways to increase your flame's temperature without it affecting your body."

"How so?" He said,  genuinely curious.

"Be my apprentice." She said.

The latter rose a brow, confused on why she of all people train him.

"Why would you be my mentor? Aren't you afraid that i might turn against you?" He said with a smirk,  attempting to provoke the former.

The said villain paused before lightly chuckling,  leaning towards the mans ear.

"That won't be a problem, I'll incinerate you before you can even lift a finger." She whispered in a raspy voice. The man visibly yelped, before plastering a smug smirk on his scarred face.

"That's hot." He cooed, expecting some kind of reaction from the former.

"Meet me at this address, eleven p.m, every night. Be late even a minute late,  i will chop every single one off those pretty fingers of yours." She says, peering at the scarred male with bloodlust evident eyes.

'She ignored me?' The said male thought to himself,  his head too high up in the clouds to hear a word the woman said.

She cleared her throat,  averting the unnamed male from his thoughts to their ongoing conversation.  She then handed him a pitch black card, void of any writing, leaving the man in utter confusion.

"I will be going now, Dabi." She walked towards the exit of the blazing alleyway, ready to make her departure.

"Hey! It's blank—" He looked up from the object,  hoping to see a certain ravenette but was met with the eerie midnight silence.

"Shit—" His upcoming slur was cut of when the black overlay dispersed, revealing an address, a phone number, and a rather peculiar designation.

'Levi Yūrei'

Dabi paused, before slightly chuckling, shoving the stiff material into the pockets of his ragged trouser.

"One of a kind."

(Author's Note:
Sorry for the late update! I've been very busy this weak but i promise to update more often in the future!)

(Anyhoo! In this chapter, Levi finally meets Dabi and becomes his mentor. What does the future hold for these pyromaniacs?"