My body felt off since that night like I was piloting another person. My burn blossomed with pain anytime I tried to move too much. Dabi has been dealing with any league issues, telling them I was ill. Toga had checked in on me with a text or a call occasionally, her first check-in was frantic and worried. I really did scare her with my intense flare-up. Yuki could tell something was up, being more gentle and less touchy. I tried to reassure her and ignore the pain whenever I was around her. Dabi watched me closely, trying to be aware of any sudden issues.
I was downing pills like candy, dulling the pain to barely tolerable. I sat at the kitchen table, a pen in my left hand writing simple sentences over and over. To the point of cramping. Glaring at the chicken scratch on the paper. Anger and frustration filled my pain-riddled mind, tipping the bucket. Standing up I rip the cabinet open pulling out a heavy bottle of scotch, scotch never was my favorite... it was Dabi's way to deter me from drinking. I snatch a glass from the counter, pouring the liver-killing liquid in. To lighten the drinking, I open the fridge and pull out a cola, pouring it in. I groan deeply picking up the glass and start searching for my cigarettes.
After finding my current best friends, I slide the window open and lean out blowing the smoke into the air. The drink sits on the window sill since my one arm was down for the count. As my eyes linger on the street below watching people go about their day, enjoying the beautiful sun that beamed down on the street. The longer I looked the more nervous I became, for some reason, I felt watched. Turning around, my eyes meet another pair. I stood quickly, knocking the drink to the sidewalk below. My lit cigarette was held tightly in my hand, making sure I didn't start a fire. It was him, the man that stole my sister from me. He was standing in my living room, smiling ear to ear. "Get out." My voice was harsh and raspy, from the hours of on-and-off crying.
"Dear, I only wish to talk. If I wanted to hurt you I would have done it with your back to me." He walked forward running his hand over the back of the couch. "What a lovely little place you have here, so quaint."
"What do you want?" I stand still, not letting my eyes move from his form.
"How was Goro before he died?" His voice held no mocking tone, no bitterness.
"H-how did you know my dad?" My nerves spike at the name of my father, I wasn't ready to hear his name aloud.
"Was he happy with Rin? Did he live a fulfilling life?" His eyes held this softer look, almost melancholy.
"Stop talking about my parents," I growl out, tightening my non-damaged hand.
"You turned out just like them, would they be proud of you?" He reappears in front of me, grabbing my damaged arm.
I yell out, feeling my nerves ignite with pain. I struggled to not collapse onto the floor, tears brimming my eyes. "S-stop... l-et go..."
"Look what the world did to his daughter, the reason he left, abandoned his family to start his own. Ran from responsibility." His grip tightened, making the pain so much worse.
"W-what do... y-you... wan-t?" I croak out, trying to hold back my cries and wanted screams.
"I want you to understand your family ties and who I am to you." He finally released me, my body crumbling to the ground. He kneels down grabbing my cigarette snuffing it out on the window sill. "Your father, dear little Goro, was my younger brother." He grabbed my chin, smiling down at me. "Too bad I never met your siblings, Kenji, Ekio, and Hinata, all sleeping with your parents. I'm sure that was hard on you. And little Yuki being caught and thrown into the family business... that breaks your uncle's heart."
Tears run down my face, as I stare at this man. As I sat there pain revenging my body, my mind running on overdrive.
"You can't even move half your body anymore, the trauma you must feel. Now you live with a punk that looks like an emo promo poster. Come live with me, I'll take you away from this shitty little apartment. You and your sister could be comfortable."
Something about that pushed me over the edge, anger swelled at a fast pace. "Get the FUCK out." The pain was unbearable but my voice was strong and unwavering. "You do NOT get to come into my home, and act like you care." I pull my head away from him, barely keeping my balance. "You weren't there for my family, you did not care about your brother. If you did you would have searched for him, BEFORE his DEATH!" Hatred filled my eyes as I stare up at the white-haired man.
"I allowed my brother to live without the pains of our family. That was my mercy." He asserted standing up, glaring down at me. "If I gave the word, I could've had your parents killed long ago."
"AND YOU CALL THAT KINDNESS!?" I lean on the wall shifting my weight to be careful not to make the pain worse. "Thank you so much for not killing my family... not like it mattered in the end. They are gone now. I don't have most of my family anymore! Maybe if you really cared, you would have helped us more." Venom dripped from my tongue.
In a quick motion, he grabbed my neck, anger overwhelming the air. He violently grabbed my arm, his nails breaking the skin, and exploded in pain. I scream out, panic filling my mind. Gas started to fill my throat in self-defense; however, the force field wouldn't activate. "You know nothing about me."
The door opens and Dabi's voice called out into the small apartment, My uncle gives me a smile before disappearing from the room. I fall to the floor with a bang, coughing, and desperately grabbing my throat. I listen to him run into the room, dropping whatever he was holding. Going to my side. "Hey, hey, hey... what happened?" His voice was low but full of worry.
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Lost Souls (DABI X READER)
Fanfiction(This is a Dabi x Reader) You grew up in a good home, with a big family. You had a 4 little siblings, you all looked after each other until on night. On a cold winter night your house went up in flames, your family died of burns and lack of oxygen...
