I quickly averted my eyes from his, anger bubbled in the pit of my stomach. I felt his arm sling around my shoulders, he grabs a cigarette from my box and lights it. "Don't be shy, babe." I take it and shrug him off of me.
"What the fuck you want?" I hiss out not wanting to cause a scene. My eyes stayed locked ahead of me and my body was parallel with his.
"Word on the street that you offed some dudes, didn't know you had that in you." I could hear the amusement in his tone. I breathe the poison into my lungs and sigh out a puff of smoke.
"Thanks for the lighter." I start to walk off, my back now to him. Suddenly I feel his arms wrap around my waist and jerk me back.
"How about you come back with me~ I can protect you~" his head was low beside my ear, his voice barely above a whisper. My body tenses up, fear overtakes my body. "Wouldn't that be nice, babe~"
"Hey, Boss! We should get going!" I heard a voice call from behind us, Kenji finally released me. I didn't dare move, he left with a word. The cigarette between my fingers was long forgotten. I just stood there on the sidewalk, memories flooding my mind.
Before I knew I was walking back to Dabi's, I was tired of the shortened outing. As soon as I entered the small apartment I felt a small sense of comfort. "I'm back," I called out, I was greeted by a quiet grunt from the couch. I walk to the kitchen placing the small cancer sticks on the counter. A soft laugh left my lips, "what would past me think now?" I mumble to myself staring down at the empty sink. The thought of that night began to bubble up, along with the deep-seeded hatred I held.
The next few hours were quiet, Dabi and I did a small amount of chit-chat, but we mostly kept to ourselves. We merely waited for the meeting in the later evening.
"Are you fucking ready?" Dabi yells from the door, I groan and walk out. I didn't have my outfit anymore so I had to improvise. I wore one of Dabi's spare coats that ran to the floor on me, a white sleeveless turtle neck shirt that was neatly tucked into a pair of black high-waisted ripped jean shorts, and some black short boots.
"Yes," I answer back plainly. He huffs and walks outside, I follow pulling the mask over my mouth and nose. "Why do we have to go to this meeting?" I ask aloud looking up to the dark sky, a sigh leaving my mouth.
"Didn't say."
"You know, I'd prefer if your coat had no sleeves." I think aloud as my hands mindlessly pulled at the coat pockets.
"Well tough luck, that's why it ain't yours." He half laughed in response, I shrugged slightly.
We walked inside the foreclosed bar, my eyes quickly adjusted to the dark lighting. The blue-haired man sat at the bar, muttering to himself. The purple smoke stood polishing the bar-top. Dabi and I walked further in until we were noticed. "Ah, you're actually here." Shigaraki's tone was more mocking than anything. "I need both of you to go to "The Alley" and meet with some people, tell them I sent you." He then gave a dismissive wave. I held my tongue, my irritation slowly rising. "I'll have Kurogiri send you guys his name." We both turn to leave but suddenly the purple mist portals in front of us, his hand holding out a phone to me.
"Here. This is yours." I smiled a little and took it politely.
"Thank you very much." He nodded and disappeared.
We left the building, my eyes fixated on the screen in front of me. I scrolled through the contacts seeing everyone's numbers were already in it, even a few names I didn't recognize. "Where the hell are we going? What the fuck is 'the alleyway', or whatever." I sigh out turning my new phone off, my eyes moving back skyward.
"It's a hidden underground black market... club thing. The entrance is in an alleyway." He shrugged, walking slightly sluggishly. I merely nod my head.
We walked in silence for a few miles, cutting through alleys and empty car parks. The quietness of the night air was comforting, but once he stopped in front of a rusty old door, something deep in me, grew nervous. Dabi knocked on the door in a strange rhythm, the door opened, the stench of alcohol, drugs, and sex, hit me. I didn't dare show my disgust, I merely moved my mask up slightly. Dabi walked in the door, I followed close behind. My guard was up, anyone who grabbed me without me knowing was dying. I cared little of who they are, if they're here, they're not exactly good. I watched as this tall... maybe 7 foot man closed the door behind us. I quickly stop next to Dabi, he looked almost fed up... or bored with this. "What brings ya'll, auctioning something? Meeting someone? Simply to have a good time?" A blue hair woman sat on a countertop, her demeanor oozed confidence and power.
"We're here on behalf of the League Of Villains, apparently we're supposed to meet with someone." Dabi sighed out, pointing at me with his thumb.
"Oh! Yes! This way please!" She giggled, bouncing off the counter. She opened a door to her left and walked down an isle, booths and tables lined the large room. The smell only worsening, men and women of all kinds. I tried to keep my eyes ahead, stepping over the unconscious... or dead person laying face down.
We entered a small meeting room, a few other people already sat inside, but for some reason it felt incomplete. Like someone was missing from their group. The woman quickly left the room.
"Our boss will be right back, feel free to sit."
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Lost Souls (DABI X READER)
Fanfiction(This is a Dabi x Reader) You grew up in a good home, with a big family. You had a 4 little siblings, you all looked after each other until on night. On a cold winter night your house went up in flames, your family died of burns and lack of oxygen...
