Ultra Blue Violence (Dabi)

Chapter Seventy-Two: Perihelion

There are a few things you need to know before you go on. It wasn't my fault... as Miya exclaimed before to a furious Dabi. They were under a small overhang in the pouring rain. It came thundering down as hard as a pellet. The sheet of metal somewhat protecting them sounded like it was crunching under a grinder. Miya was hugging herself tightly and shivering like a leaf. Her bones ached with the cold, her fresh wounds were throbbing and her nose wouldn't stop leaking.

Dabi leaned against the wall, as far away from her as he could get without getting too wet; three centimeters between them, and a growing puddle of water at their feet. "What the hell now, Miya?" he snapped, over the thundering of the rain.

Miya gazed up at him with angry eyes. "I can't control the f-f-fucking weather!" she shouts over the rain.

"You know that's not what I'm talking about." he looks away from her.

Miya growled, teeth chattering together.

"We got kicked out in the fucking rain because you're always horny!"

"If I remember correctly, you were a part of it too, jealous bastard!"

Dabi pushes off the wall and leaves the crappy protection of the little metal sheet they were housed in, and he storms off into the pouring rain.

"Where are you going!?" she screams at him.

Dabi disappears into the rain and darkness. A passing car splashed a massive wave, catching Miya's legs and she yelped, cursing at the car. Miya screams to herself, shivering and in pain. A strong gust of the wind blew the rain into her face and her shelter became useless. She was already soaking wet.

She could call for Hawks... SHIT, Dabi has the phone.

A payphone!

(I have no coins.)

Furious that he left her there, Miya marches out into the freezing rain. Her boots angrily stomped into large puddles as she went, reflecting the purple glow of her suit as she went. Droplets hit the top of her head rolling down her face as if it was imitating her crying. The rain was supposed to be calm and serene; it was chaos and anger right now. It soaked her to the bone.

A strong wave of rain came down from the confident skies in a heap, coming down harder on Miya's head. She hurried by people under umbrellas rushing to get to the safety of their homes. She hurried by a couple kissing under their umbrella outside a convenient store. Traffic on the main road was at a slow crawl. The cars struggling to get home, the people inside warm and dry.

The harder it rained the stronger her suit glowed. She was becoming paranoid that someone would recognise her. Behind windshields she just a blur of purple that rushed passed. People were too busy trying to escape the rain to pay attention to her.

A Hero on patrol strolled past and she waiting for them to pass with her back turned to the street, standing in the coverage of dark and rain at a gate locking away an alleyway. She checked and hurried the other way.

凶

It's a cold and miserable night for parts of Japan. The weather seemed to amplify the depression in Madam President. She sat with a growing pile of papers on her desk, looking out the wide panned window in her office behind her desk. She sat on the leather chair, worn over the years, ankles crossed, hands in her lap.

The heater was going.

The rain hammers against the window outside. Dark clouds blackened the sky, dousing the tallest buildings in heavy fog. The lights of Yokohama City are a blur. This was the first time in a long time since she has been able to sit quietly to herself and think. Think about what's brought her to this point in life. Think about Stardust.