Ashes And Hair Dye

Chapter Nine

Soon the dreadful doorbell rang, Dabi and Fumi already finished with their meals. She straightened up her sweater before going to answer the door. For Dabi's safety he was quickly shoved into the kitchen beforehand in case it wasn't the cops. No need for civilians to know their neighbor is housing an ex villain.

Luckily it was the cops who had arrived on time. "Good afternoon Ms. Alvarez, I'm Mr. Yamada, chief of police. May we come in?"

"Yes, please make yourselves at home." The group of five gentlemen entered the abode, all out of uniform and in normal clothes, except one in a ridiculous Hawaiian shirt during the middle of fall. He stuck out like a sore thumb. They all stood in the living room, looking around the room before waiting on the chief to speak.

"Fatgum should be here in a moment. Now, he mentioned to me in a private conversation that you have a.....well a villain, in your home?"

"An ex-villain, yes. He has decided to stop villainy for the sake of protecting innocent lives at stake." A snort could be heard from the cops, stifling their chuckles.

"I see. And are they here?"

"Yes but I prefer to have them be introduced when Fatgum arrives."

"I understand but for everyone's safety I prefer to see for myself who our mystery guest is."

"....very well." She turned her heel as she walked toward the kitchen. "Dabi come on out, the cops wanna make sure you're real."

As he stepped out the cops, minus the chief, were flabbergasted. Fumi made sure to keep her eyes on the cops as she edged her way closer to Dabi. The lower rank cops were shaking at seeing the heavily scarred and burned man make his appearance.

Without an ounce of hesitance the cop in the Hawaiian shirt pulled out a hidden gun and pointed it at Dabi before pulling the trigger. The loud bang was followed by two more, the noise echoing throughout the home. Dabi was frozen like a statue, the blood drained from his face. He could feel himself panting, whether it was from fear or adrenaline he couldn't tell. One thing was for sure though.

Not a single bullet hit him.

Fumi stood firm in front of him, her chest had two holes in them where blood dribbled down her sweater. What gave him the biggest fright of his life was seeing her face. She had her back to him as she looked up toward him, a bullet dug right into her forehead. Her eyes were wide as the rest of her face was emotionless. The hands at his side began to tremble, getting closer to her arms to hold her up.

"Fumi?" He whispered, too startled to raise his voice.

"Hold your fire damn it!!" Said the chief of police. He glared at his subordinate as the cop hurriedly put his gun down.

In a moment however her dull gaze morphed into the narrowing of her eyes as she snarled toward the police. "Who. The. FUCK! DID THAT?!"

She turned her head back at the police as she slowly walked forward, the wound on the lower part of her chest beginning to heal. Piece of metal could be heard falling and hitting the floor, the bullet rattling as it rolled around the living room floor.

"I invite you into home, try to be honest with you, and- you." She paused, noticing it was the Hawaiian shirt cop who was guilty. "You fucking shot me!" She exclaimed, the bullet stuck in her upper chest also popping out onto the floor.

"I-I'm sorry, he's a-a-a v-villain!" He tried to reason, his grip on japanese now slipping. Dabi was also rightly pissed in this matter. The bullets were meant for him. Had Fumi not taken the blow he would certainly be dead because of some stupid rookie. His flames began to grow as he cocked his head back and gave his signature smirk.