Thing Of The Past |Dabi x Reader|

Chapter 8

"I am going to hunt you down, and when I find you...your rein of terror will come to an end once and for all!"  Laughter followed after the promising threat from Hawks. The broadcast continued to play on the phone that rested in the young man's hand. His laughing slowed to a stop as he paused the video and rewind it to Hawks. "Ha! Try all you want birdbrain, I'll make sure your death is especially gruesome. Those other heroes were but stepping stones to make my message to the public seen. But you...second placed hero, your death will only allow me to further my point! And soon enough, all heroes, including number one, will fall beneath me!" Sparks of red lightning shot around the man as he boasted. 

"I just feel bad for that damned league. They try so hard, but all of their efforts will be for nothing. Guess putting them out of their misery is unavoidable now..." He smirked. "Oh but who to go after first, taking them all on would be a pain." He looked down at his hand, it was shaking. The power he held was strong, too strong. He would have to consider his next move carefully, or else his power would drain him until there was nothing left. And dying a slow and painful death was not on his to-do list. 

"Please. So you have a strong quirk, big deal, so do I. You don't even have a name to back up that stupidly strong quirk. You know of quickly you'd get taken out by a stronger heroes with the way you are now?"

Dabi's words replayed in his head, anger filled his mind. "That fucking smartass...looks like we have a volunteer..."

"This is ridiculous!" Exclaimed Dabi. "Why are wasting time on a brat like him, when there are bigger things to worry about!? If you want him dead, I'll go and kill him right now!" Shigaraki shot a glare at him. "Did you not see the way he killed those heroes? You'd just be rocketing towards death." He argued. "Yeah, I saw. But who cares? There's always a way to take down guys like him. Everyone has a weakness." 

"Yes, you're right Dabi. Everyone does have a weakness." Shigaraki spoke unnervingly calm. "I can think of a few weaknesses that you yourself have..." He continued. "Using that quirk of yours too long, it takes a toll on your body right?" Dabi's eyes narrowed, fist clenched tightly. "Yeah, that's a big one. Nothing could top that right? Or maybe, there is. Maybe it's that woman of yours..."

Dabi's eyes widened for a moment before resuming their normal shape. "My woman? Tsk, ain't my woman no more. Like I give a fuck, nice try though." Shigaraki grinned. "Oh? Is that right? Then, you wouldn't mind if I send Toga to kill her right now?" Toga, who was sitting across from the two men beamed at the idea. "You mean it Shiggy? I get to cut her up after all? Oh! She was so pretty! I bet her blood is just as pretty as she was!"

"You can, unless, Dabi has a problem with that?" Shigaraki raised an eyebrow. There was no right answer. If Dabi said no, Toga would go murder her. But if he said yes, Shigaraki would just send her anyway for being a distraction to Dabi. 'Shit!' Dabi thought with a scowl. 

"What would you gain out of murdering her?" Dabi asked as calmly as possible. "Not a thing. But Toga wants to so, might as well let her. She's just some random woman. After all, they're plenty of woman in the world for you to choose from." Wrong. Dead wrong. There was no one like Y/n. No one could replace her in Dabi's eyes. Shigaraki took Dabi's silence as an answer. "Go ahead Toga."

Toga cheered and rushed out of her seat and out of the entrance of the warehouse. Dabi felt his his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach. He had to do something! And he had to do it now! "...I still haven't changed my mind." Dabi told him. "Huh?" Shigaraki tilts his head. Dabi's blue eyes were filled with murderous intent. "I'm going to kill that bastard. I'm sick of seeing his face everywhere." Dabi said as he walked towards the entrance. "Dumabss...get yourself murdered then!" Shigaraki called after him.

As soon as Dabi was far enough away, he made  B-line towards Toga's direction.