Of Wings and Flames - Dabi x OC x Hawks

A Promise Kept [17]

Hello my guys~

Sometimes when I'm writing I listen to music. Currently, I've got this song on (idk if you can see it on here), and it also adds into a scene. You'll know when to play it when you see it ^~^

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"F-Father?" I whispered, my voice trembling. His face still held that disgusted look, the disappointment. It was like it scarred his face, a permanent fixture. "What are you doing h-here, where is Mom?" He spat, his features twisting into an even deeper scowl as he looked at me.

"It's not her time yet," he snarled, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "While I wish it was the end of the road, you're stuck in whatever hell you've found yourself in that caused you to die in the first place." I shook my head, denying it. That wasn't fair, that's not true. It couldn't be, I was here! I was dead! There was nothing to take me back, no second chances. He sauntered over to me as I gripped my head and staggered.

If I could come back, then why couldn't Mother?

"STAY AWAY!" I shrieked as he reached out to touch me, and he snarled, grappling my throat. Everything was horrible. Even in death, I was forced to endure and expected to shoulder the trauma of mistreatment and abuse. "L-Let... go of me..." I gasped, and he spat on the ground.

"Unfortunately, it's not a lie. Now, take my fucking soul, and get lost," he demanded and threw me to the ground. I sucked in deep lungfuls of air as a bright flame overtook him. He gave himself into the inferno until he was the flame, and when I scrambled away, the flame surged forward. It plunged down my throat and ignored my pained cries. My skin began to glow and burn, and a bright light swept away my vision.

"NO, MOTHER HELP ME-" I cried and begged. I received no such salvation.

A cool night breeze washed over me as the flames slowly lowered me down to the floor, and blew away once my bare feet connected with the ground. All the pain was gone, the emptiness in my stomach washed away, the blood and the burns non-existent. It was though nothing ever happened, like all the misery and terror I had experienced wasn't real. I looked down at my chest and my eyes widened.

One of the feathers were faded. Another one remained. My eyes widened as realisation washed over me in a distraughtful wave.

I had to suffer death two more times? I was so done with this life already, and yet here I was, forced to suffer, and now alone. Even though this truth rang loud and clear in my head, tormenting my already fragile mind, no tears fell. Above me, a bright light caught my attention, before slamming down in front of me. Slowly, a blazing man stood tall, his angry face looking down at me. His flaming eyebrows furrowed as he took in my helpless frame, already so weary of life.

"Are you lost?" He questioned gruffly. I lowered my head, saying nothing. The last thing I needed was an angered hero. He sighed impatiently and leaned down and picked me up, settling me on his arm. "Do you have parents?" He asked, and I shook my head. His jaw tensed. "Have you got anywhere to go," and I raised my head at that.

A place came to mind. "Post office," I mumbled, and he raised his eyebrows slightly.

"And after that?"

"Nowhere," I replied quietly, looking down again. He grunted and shot himself in the air, his flames on his feet keeping us up high. My eyes widened. So strong. He brought us over to the post office, which was thankfully still open. He opened the door for me, and I blinked and looked up at him before silently slipping inside. The postwoman looked at me strangely, before gasping when she looked up. I knew she was looking at the man that brought me here, but I didn't know why. I quickly grabbed the supplies I needed and began to write down the letter. It was simple really.

Dear Mother Crystalle,

I'm coming.

I placed the letter in the envelope and sealed it, before flipping it over and writing the address that the matron had given me before we left. I gave it to the lady, who put her hands on her hips.

"Do you have any money to pay for this?" She sneered, and before she could throw it back to me, the flaming man slammed his fist on the counter. The lady cried out, shaking as he lifted his fist. The amount needed sat on the counter, and she nodded shakily. He turned me and jerked his chin, motioning for me to follow. I blinked and followed.

As we walked down the street, I gained the courage to ask him a question. "What's your name?" I asked, and his sky blue eyes met mine for a second.

"Endeavor," he answered. I smiled and placed my hands on his arm gently. He looked down, his eyes wide as he looked at the little girl, smiling warmly and gratefully.

"Thank you, Endeavor."