Traitorous Love

Chapter 56- Bastard

After the long and emotionally stressful day, I sat on the couch, bundled up in multiple blankets and a few pillows holding me in. I'm sweating, and I'm sure my back is drenched, but I don't care, it feels oddly comforting, although I am uncomfortable with the sweat dripping down my back. God, it's as if my back is drenched in water. I slurp the ramen I made, it's still hot and for once it's spicy. I stare at the wall, my mind blank. The sounds of the slurping noodles fill the room and nothing else.

There is this feeling of dread that refuses to leave, like my body knows something bad is going to happen soon. I'm inclined to just pack a bag and leave without telling anybody and living on the run. I might be over exaggerating my situation, but at least I wouldn't feel like a sitting duck. I hold the 'Aizawa button' in my hand, resting my thumb over the button just in case, as I walk to my room, still bundled in my blankets. I lay on the bed, my legs hanging over the side edge of the bed, my face buried in the sheets. Surprisingly, my room begins to spin. All the grey of the room blends into one, like how the colors blend together when you're on a fast spinning roller coaster. I try to get up, but I can't more my arms or my legs. It feels weird because I want to get up and move but I can't and oddly, I feel at peace with it, although it does feel like I should be more worried about that.

And yet, I'm grinning like an idiot, my face staring at the wall, a blend of grey spinning around me. Maybe I should just take a light nap. After these few stressful weeks and now the latest news, it might be best just to let myself sleep well.

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"Kid," I felt someone lightly tapping my face, "kid, you need to wake up," I groaned in irritation.  God I was so tired, but damn, did that voice sound familiar. I open my eyes slowly, it was pitch black in the room, indicating the either how late or how early it was. 

"Who the-?" I tried to move, but my body was stiff, "What the fuck?!" I face toward the ceiling, my arms were still next to me, not responding to my commands to move

"Chickee please," It's him.

"Keigo, what are you doing here?" I say, trying to harden my voice, but miserably failing. I reach around inside the covers, looking for the button. C'mon where is it?

"Are you looking for this?" I turn my head, and there he is. He isn't in his hero uniform, but in a normal t-shirt and pants. His wings are just as magnificent as they always have been. The only difference is that this time I want to kick his ass. He holds the button in his hand, tauntingly, as if he's waiting for me to struggle for it.

"Yeah, actually, you wanna give it back?" I demand more than ask.

"Nope, actually I think I'm going to keep it, because I can't have you calling the police, chickee,"

I struggle again, tingles rushing through my body, "Did you drug me?" I ask, appalled.

"Maybe?"

I gape at him, "Are you insane? This doesn't help your case for innocence at all!"

His eyes softened, "Whoever said I was innocent? Y/n, let me be clear. I am a traitor and I side with the ideologies of the villains and the villains themselves,"

My heart goes numb. I don't know why, I already know this. This is information I already know. Hawks betrayed the hero society and has been feeding information to the League of villains for a very long time. I know this, the commissions know this, he knows this.

"Okay, fine you're the traitor, what was the reason you're here now? Isn't it best for you to not be here?"

"I-" his voice falters, as if he isn't sure what he has to say, "I wanted to tell you to be prepared. Dabi is beyond angry and he is hell bent on getting revenge. If you know what's best for you, you'll leave the country, get protection, do something,"

I am stunned by his words, "Why are you telling me all of this?" I wiggle my fingers, I can feel them.

"Because, I owe it to you, and... I didn't like the way things were left off. You deserve an explanation," His voice was quiet, and he couldn't meet my eyes. There was a sound and he looked towards the window. He stared at it, and I watched as a small feather crept it's way toward the window, "Fuck," he cursed quietly. 

"What?" I asked, finally able to move. 

He looks at me, pain in his eyes, "I have to go chickee, I told them I would only look around, because they messed up earlier,"

"They?"

"Yeah, they," he sighed. The tingling sensation was gone, and I could finally move one of my arms. I pull it out of the bundle of covers, but Hawks is faster. He lunges towards me, pushing me onto the bed. He pins my arms down with feathers, and keeps my legs down with the weight of his thighs. 

"Chickee, please,"

"Please what?" I ask, my voice isn't as steady as I wish it was, "You screwed me over, and you expect me to what? Just listen to what you have to say? As if what you say is going to help the fact that I am being hunted by the League, and well, considering you 'side with the ideologies of the villains,' you are the enemy, and I have nothing  to say to you," My voice cracks, and I feel the tears welling in my eyes. Fuck, I promised myself I wouldn't let him see how deep the wounds really are. 

"You piece of shit. When I get my hands on you one day, you will die," I blink and the fall on my face. I feel the drop fall on my face as it trails down my cheek, and falls off my chin and on my neck. It's the only drop he's going to see.

He smirks, the bastard fucking smirks. God, and it sends the same stupid butterflies it always sends into my stomach, "Oh, Chickee, I look forward to the next time we meet," He leans closer to my face, our noses almost touching, "I'm too fast for you to put me six feet under," 

I give a humorless laugh, "When did the 'piece of shit' side of you come out? Or is this just your real self? Just a worthless piece of shit," 

His smile falters for the slightest moment, and guilt strikes me just like the realization. This is a show. He's putting on a show, "My feelings for you weren't a lie, neither are my loyalties" he murmured in my ear, "and I really am sorry for what I have to do now,"

"What are you-" he puts a rag to my nose, the smell of chemicals filling my nose. The feeling of tingles fills my body again, and I can't move. 

He gets off of me, "This is a warning Chickee. We're coming for you,"

That bastard

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I am totally procrastinating on hw right now... time to pull an all-nighter

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