Ultra Blue Violence (Dabi)

Chapter Thirty - Eight: Interstellar

In front of the abandoned warehouse under the moon and stars, the night sky is scattered with sponges of black and grey. And two figures stalked up the dark road somewhere in the mountains where there are no street lights. One of them talked the entire way as he led the other person to the warehouse sitting on top of the hill. The other person, was silent the entire walk. A young man in a green bomber jacket with purple fur and a plague doctors mask. He wore short white gloves on his hands, with thin eyes and short brown hair.

Their steps crunched over the gravel approaching the hideout standing awfully still and awfully quiet. The wind rustled the trees creaking behind the warehouse, and cicadas played their loud tunes. It was a hot night.

Overhaul coughed. "This is your base?" he said, with a nasal voice that was muffled inside the plague mask. "It looks unsanitary." His narrow eyes studied the desolate rundown place. He is entirely disgusted by it.

"Like we'd show you our main base." replied Twice, enthusiastically. "This one's just our meeting place."

"Ridiculous. It's practically made of dust here." he growled, inside the mask. "It's gonna make me sick."

"Join the club. The guys inside have been sick for a while."

Twice wasn't referred to the common cold. It a sickness of the mind. Twice slides open the two warehouse sliding doors with loud scrapes across the floor and announced himself loudly. "Hey guys, I'm back! And I brought that dude. He said he wanted to talk to you. So, here we are. He's quiet, but pretty cool."

Twice guided the mysterious man with a plague mask inside the warehouse. A large group of misfit outcasts of society who have seen worse than him, lounged around the crates and vast area of the abandoned meeting spot. Each of them looked vastly different from the other next to them. Each of them with a unique story to tell. And each of them had the same look in their eyes when they set them upon this young man who came into their territory. Like lions to a little lamb. They wanted to eat him.

But Overhaul has the same look in his eyes.

Stardust slipped off the crate she was lounging on and staring at the ceiling, to staring at the stranger intently. The first thing to catch her eye was the plague mask. It was strange. She stood out the most with a glowing suit - that wasn't the reason. Overhaul knows who she is.

"He seems like a creep." Was her first response to seeing this member of the Shie Hissaikai wearing a strange red and gold trimmed plague doctors mask.

There was a small cough from Overhaul. "Pro Hero Stardust." he greeted. "I would say it's a pleasure... but it's not."

There was an amused chuckle from the rogue Hero. "Got a pretty mouth on you, huh? It's a shame I can't see it. I'd punch it." There was a stifled laugh from young blonde schoolgirl sitting at her right foot, which made Miya chuckle, proud of her statement. Are they sisters? No, they can't be. Stardust never mentioned having siblings.

An annoyed look came to Overhaul's thin golden eyes. They were stuck glaring at each other with instant dislike for one another. She looked him up and down searching every part of his body for hostile intent. And he does the same.

"Well now." said Shigaraki, behind the hand on his face breaking the tension between Stardust and Overhaul. "You brought us a pretty big catch, huh, Twice?"

"You think so?" Overhaul's eyes turn to the leader of this group. "Pretty strange coming from you. The League of Villains."

"What gives?" said Magne, annoyed. "Is this guy famous or something?" she points a thumb at him.