The Faster, The Better : The Collision - Dabi x Fem!OC - Book 2

(Part 18) Hold Me

Quite the chapter, my friends. It gets pretty emotional, and lots of decisions are made. 

The stench was so thick you could cut through it and see a clear gap in the atmosphere. I groan and hear Sam and Shouta's voices. Danny's was there too, I think.

I hear the crinkling of wrapping or something related as I move my head. It's dark in here.

Mumbled voices of them get closer. Or maybe louder. I'm kind of out of it. 

"Kana." I hear. Hm. That's me, yes.

"Kana!" 

God my head hurts.

I feel the warmth of soft hands grazing my shoulders until I get violently shaken by them. Rude.

"Wake up!" I jolt my body forward and see Shouta kneeling, his thighs and muscular calves basically ripping the black threads out of their certain seams. My neck throbs while I scan my surroundings. Danny. Shouta. Sam. Broken glass. Wind coming in through the hollow window. 

No Touya. 

No Victoria.

I'd actually be pleased to see her here right about now given it'd stretch us further into finding Touya.

"If you're looking for him, he isn't here," Danny pauses, "We checked. Every inch of this place, believe me, we scoured." He looks around while avoiding my gaze. "Are you sure, I could help, I mean he is-" I try. Sam must think otherwise. "Up and down, left and right, over and under. When he told us we scoured, we did. For three hours all we did was look. After that, I looked for food or water but found nothing. I'm sorry, we don't think he's here," She interjects. 

"But Victoria was-"

"Gone. She was here, now she's gone," Danny says.

"We didn't find her, I'm sorry." Shouta looks guilty. 

I stand up and dust the dirt off of me and look at the reflection coming off the sleek metal sitting on the floor. I catch my gaze before running my eyes down my body. 

The coat I packed is gone and the bloodstain looks like someone had tried to scrub it out previous to me awaking, but to their demise, it still stays. My pants have a rip at the knees and dust marks all over. Dirt stains my arms as well as a think bandage hanging around my neck to grab hold of any loose blood. "Tell me what happened while I was out," I ask. I turn around and sit still as my arms hang down my sides. I feel like a foam board; nothing will get past me, I'll just have to take it in.

"Well, after she had slit your throat, we realized it wasn't deep," He began. . .

Four hours earlier from Shouta's view. . .

"Shh, darling. No need to stress, it's a small cut. A big bleeder though, huh!" I hear only a woman." 

That snake. I didn't see her.

I took hold of my scarf and attempted to catch her, but to no avail, she moved from the whip's grasp. I run over to her and cast my scarf yet again, attempting once more. Sam gets behind me and faintly tells me, 'I'm only using hands on this one, I'm nervous that if they get my quirk information, they'll,' but that's all I picked up before she was knocked out of my hearing range.

"What are you doing here Victoria?" I shouted louder than I would usually. I mean, she did hurt Kana. Kana deserves more than that. She deserves him.

I may not want her to have Touya back, and I may want to be her one and only, but she doesn't want that. I can tell. 

The way she'd rather her mind be full of him makes me, truthfully, a little sick to my stomach. I want to be the one for her. I understand, he has more in common with her and he might be more attractive, or better in bed, but I was there after he 'died'. And I was there way before that--before him. I loved her when she needed it and I made her feel like the only woman left.

I treated her better than he did. But when the river breaks into two, you can only choose one side, you cannot split into two as well. You choose one. 

And she would choose him. She would always choose him even after a hundred more lifetimes, and it hurts. I've lost many people before and I'm used to it. I created a dark corner for myself and adapted to the hurt, but I want out. I want to feel more. 

But I can't. 

I've had my fair share of women, especially after Oboro. I bounced around from them. I never cheated, just lousy one-night stands, but they never did it for me. I want Kana, not a girl from a bar.

And, as I've reminded myself multiple times, she doesn't care for me. Like I'm rubbish. 

Maybe the sex in the car wasn't good enough for her. But she hasn't seen me vulnerable.

I bet Touya wouldn't let her do the things I'd let her do to me. I'd let her do anything to me as long as she wanted to be mine and wanted it to stay that way. Call it possessive, call it obsessed, but I just want her.

No.

I've gotten far past the point of 'want'. I need her. I need her on me more than I need oxygen. I'd die a thousand times for her. God fucking damn it.

I felt a stinging pain in my arm and realize that my thought process had been broken by what looked like--a throwing knife?

I groan and look down at the line of heated blood oozing slowly from my arm.

"Bitch," I seethe. She looks amused.

"Well, you see, it is beginning to look like I've done something that none of you like," She snickers. I roll my eyes and look towards Sam and Danny. Danny looks annoyed while Sam looks pissed. I hear a phone ring and look at the cell vibrating in her front pocket.

"One moment, folks."

She grabs the black device and answers the call before putting it to her ear. "Yes, this is she," She begins. I tap my foot.

She nods through most of the call as if the other line can hear her head jerking back and forth. Maybe they can hear the sound of an almond rattling around in her noggin. Isn't that the size of her brain, or am I wrong?

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