~"Blood isn't thicker than water"~ (Dabi x original character)

~Chapter 1, the cruel past~

(just a quick AN: Aka narrates the chapters where her past is talked about)

Life has been difficult in the early days. With mom having to balance work and chores ever since fathers disappearance, nor me nor my sister had time to spend with her. At least it's not like I had time to spend with her, since I was helping my sister with stuff while also having to sustain myself. And to top it off with a cherry, money wasn't really flowing in either. even though our mom had worked overtime, Money was even more scarce than family time. Ever since dad just disappeared one day, his hero money stopped letting us live like  normal family, but I always thought, Just why did he leave? Were 2 daughters too much for him? There has to be a better explanation than just him being greedy, and wanting to keep all of the money.

And after I grew to 13 maybe I would've even searched around for answers if I wasn't already busy helping get money in... not the most ethical ways. Stealing was my only way of helping make money, since I was too young to be able to get a job, let alone one that pays well. Luckily though: my quirk was helpful in these situations.

My quirk is what me and my childhood friend decided to call "sanguithornis" it allows me to create thorny vines out of blood cells that I have contact with, especially mine, allowing me full constant control if I use my own cells. It also makes my blood mildly poisonous, and any blood that I make thorns from also gets poisonous, although I can not just make others peoples blood poisonous while it is still going through their system. The drawbacks to this power included serious dizziness and drowsiness after using it too much, and if I'm not careful I can still prick myself with my own thorns, but I can retract them whenever I want.

The full control over the vines let me steal things without others even seeing me if I was positioned well, so of course, I utilized it that way, and I could help out with the money situation at home. Although after my mother found out how I got all of that money, she was unhappy to say the least.

/"Please do not tell me you stole things..." my mother said with a disappointed look in her eyes

~"It's better than being on the street" I replied hoping she would understand

/"If your father was still he-" she was cut off

~"I would be in massive trouble, I know, but I do not give a single shit about what that poor excuse of a human being thinks, leaving with his money, and leaving us near homeless" I shouted back, knowing it would make her angry, but in the heat of the moment, I didn't give a damn

/"It was never told he left to keep all of the money" she said, still believing that her husband was a good person, that had to leave for a good reason

~"Well do you have a better idea? what else is the reason he could've left? That is the only thing that at least I can think of, and I'm shocked if you can think of a better reason" I fought back

/"your room. Now!" My mom shouted at me, almost waking up my younger sister who was still a bit younger younger than me by about 4 years, and was going to bed early, because unlike me, she actually could go to school. I couldn't because we could only really afford school supplies for one person, and my parents have preferred my sister since her birth.

I angrily stomped my way over to my room, locked the door behind me, and laying down on my bed, thinking about my father. What did my sister see in him? why did she also want to be a hero? was she actually planning to follow his footsteps? Only she knew what she saw in him.

This routine of stealing kept going on for years, as it slowly turned into a habit instead of a way to get money, of course my mother would be angry every time I did so, but I was just trying to help out. Even though my sister was the favorite, I wanted to help her by getting enough money to let her get to a proper hero school, and this is how my mom repays me. Lectures, scolding, getting grounded and all things like that became very common, as I got the feeling that my mom would just lock me in my room and only bring me food every once in a while, so that we couldn't get into trouble for stealing.

And although we weren't on good terms with my mom, we agreed on one thing, to never tell my sister where I got the money from, and if she asked we would just say I found a job that pays decently well. We wanted for my sister to grow up without knowing that I had to twist my morals to get us the money. And what would she think of me if she wanted to be a hero? With her and mothers opinions agreeing, they would probably kick me out of the house, and despite pretty much hating me, my mother was kind-hearted enough to let me stay in the house for a bit longer.

But stuff began going uphill once mom met a pretty wealthy guy while out shopping for food. Mom seemed to have taken a liking to him after they have been talking for a couple days, and he began financially supporting us. But at this point, my morals were twisted enough, that I was still stealing things for the money, despite my mom basically begging me to stop so that her new boyfriend wouldn't find out her daughter has been stealing, because if he found out, she believed that he would leave her and stuff would keep going downhill. 

and as the years passed by, I actually did end up committing such acts less and less frequently, but I never really did stop, because at the end I still wanted some money that I could save, to even get myself an education.

and the drive kept going uphill for me, all the way until 18 years old, when it began to fall rapidly.

My mother knew I was still stealing, and after all of these years, she believed that I have reached the point of no return. When she and my sister were moving in to live with moms now husband, while I was preparing to go with them, my mother cut me off.

/"you aren't going with us" she said with a stern face

~"wha- why not? aren't we family? shouldn't we stick together?" I asked, a bit confused as to why she decided so

/"you aren't a family member,  this is a family of heroes, your sister, my old husband, even his ancestors were or want to be heroes, how can you expect me to accept a villain into this family?!" she basically shouted at me, leaving me slightly shocked, but inside, I was kind of expecting this

I have been stealing for a while now, and my sister was doomed to find out sooner or later, so there was no way she wanted me around anymore, but even if I did expect it, it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt

I was going to argue that I should still go with them, but she was already outside with my sister, she even sold the house, meaning that I couldn't even live there.

after leaving, all I could feel was hatred, hatred towards my family. I am the villain for wanting a good future for my sister, but after leaving me to rot they are the good people? Well, they wanted a villain from me, so a villain is what they will get, I will make sure they and their false senses of justice will pay, they just need to wait a bit

~end of chapter 1~