Undead Revolution (⛔☁️)

S4 - 10. [Anguish]

Katsuki couldn't shake the desperation for normalcy. After that last mission, he hadn't taken on any similar jobs.

That feeling, it wasn't right. He was supposed to be a hero, not some junkie that got off from torturing others.

Maybe... Maybe he just needed to reset? He hadn't died in a while, perhaps that was the issue.

So here he stood in this warehouse, clad in his Deadpool gear. A gun was in his grip, something that used to create a sense of nervousness. Not now, though.

Now he just felt calm. He'd be fixed soon.

Katsuki raised the muzzle to his temple and took a breath. He'd be fixed soon.

He'd be fixed soon.

Bang!

When he woke, the feeling was still there. He reached for the gun and shot himself again.

Bang!

The second time he woke, he instinctively knew it'd take another try. Bang!

By the tenth try, he had to pause to change the magazine. He kept going. He'd be fixed soon.

「The gunshots had alerted some familiar villains, whose base was just down the road. One of them investigated. So now the they stood in the doorway of the warehouse, staring in awe as the famous mercenary repeatedly killed himself. They couldn't move from their spot, simply stuck watching as the league's new partner looped his own death.」

Finally, when Katsuki had decided to stop, he sat up. Brain tissue covered the floor beneath him, both dry and wet. He'd gone through three whole magazines.

He'd been fixed. It was all better.

He stood, collecting his empty magazines from the pools of blood. He was okay now. It just took a few more shots than last time. That was okay, he could afford more bullets, more magazines, more guns, suit repairs. He was okay with it.

A low whistle caught his attention. Katsuki spun around, lifting his pistol as he did. He didn't fire though. It wasn't who he'd expected, but then again, he'd kept his whereabouts a secret from everyone he knew would want it. Teskai especially. The teen didn't know what happened; all he knew was that sometimes Katsuki would disappear for a while and come back with a new suit and a need for more pistol magazines.

Standing in the doorway was Dabi, his usual playful smirk nowhere to be seen as he stared Katsuki down. "Well, Deadpool," The man muttered. "Looks like you had quite a party here"

Katsuki lowered his pistol but kept it in hand, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What are you doing here?"

"Just taking a casual stroll" Dabi replied, though there was this deep emotion behind the words. Katsuki couldn't decipher what it was.

Katsuki shook his head, moving past him towards the exit. "Enjoy your stroll"

Dabi fell into step beside him, steps light and almost hesitant. "You okay?"

Katsuki glanced at him, expression unreadable behind the mask. "I'm fine"

Dabi sighed, sounding beyond sad. "You're welcome to crash at our place for a bit."

Katsuki simply shrugged. He didn't quite want to go back to Teskai's yet. Nor could he face his parents.

As they walked through the lamp-lit streets, Katsuki was left with a deep sense of exhaustion. He had done what needed to be done, and that was enough for now.

He'd fixed himself.

They reached the League's base, and Katsuki let Dabi go in first, following close behind.

Some of the members were already asleep, blissfully unaware of their new visitor. Katsuki knew he had to keep it that way. It was bad enough that Dabi had seen him.

As he moved to sit at the empty bar, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of dissociation. This was just his life now, a blend of justice, vengeance, and the constant need to fix himself. It was a struggle to keep himself real, one that he was slowly losing.

The quiet of the base was a stark contrast to the chaos of his missions, battles, and ringing gunshots. It offered a strange kind of solace, a place where he could momentarily let down his guard. He glanced around the dimly lit room, his thoughts drifting.

Dabi leaned against the bar, watching Katsuki with a mix of curiosity and concern. "You know..." He began, his voice low. "Sometimes you just gotta accept that shit happens"

Katsuki snorted, shaking his head. "I don't need a lecture"

"It's not a lecture" The man replied. "Just... an observation"

Katsuki sighed. "Yeah, well, I don't have that damn luxury. Gotta fix my head sometimes"

Dabi's gaze softened ever so slightly. "Maybe. You're welcome here anytime. You're one's us now, honorary member or not"

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, Katsuki allowed himself to consider them. He looked at Dabi, seeing the weariness in his eyes, the weight of their shared burdens.

"Thanks" Katsuki finally whispered. "For the place to crash"

Dabi nodded. "Anytime"

With that, Katsuki settled into the quiet of the base, the events of the night fading as he let himself relax. It wasn't peace, but it was close enough. And for now, it was all he needed.

He later curled up in one of the booth seats, knowing that the members of the League, despite being villains, wouldn't dare touch his mask. In that regard, they were better than heroes.

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