Ultra Blue Violence (Dabi)

Chapter Eighty - Seven: Solar Flare

Cars are parked along the length of the street all dusted lightly with the night's first fall of snow that paved the streets in a blanket of white. Every house had a light on, each filled with a family home for the holidays. A house is a place of sanction and safety, it was only a home to people who put their souls into it. All except one house. All lights are off. The structure is black against the snowfall. Silent and gone to sleep for the night.

In one of the cars parked lining the conjunction of the street, a lone person sits in the driver's seat. Watching the house since 4 pm. And since his windscreen has been blanketed in snow, the person is thankful for the slight coverage.

They crack a wide yawn, reaching for the radio, when two figures appear.

Notice how it always seems to be night when these sorts of things go down? Yeah. Miya comes to that realisation. Cold wind blows through her hair and the nasty freezing temperatures nips at the skin on her face and violently blows her hair around her face. She rubs her arms together, teeth chattering, and she has been complaining about how cold it has been since they got here.

Snow gently drifts from the sky to blanket the land as a soft cushion. It lines the building's pathways and benches and anything untouched by human hands. The snow danced as it passed under the street lamps like a choreographed ballet dancer. Elegant and beautiful yet cold and sinister. Dabi and Miya leave their own footprints behind in the snow as they walk to the backside of a meeting point the Simon told them to meet him at. Their feet crunch loudly as they walk giving away their silent approach.

"So cold." Miya's teeth chatter inside her skull. "Fucking Russians." she curses, bitterly.

Dabi ignores her as they walk. He hasn't bothered to check their surroundings. He couldn't care really. He knows Miya's eyes will be peeled wide open for anything strange. (She's paranoid like that.) Besides, he just doesn't give a damn if they are seen.

"This is it." Miya said, checking the maps on her phone.

Miya and Dabi walk past the suspicious dark house to the next one over. There are a few Western Christmas decorations covered by the snow. Fairy lights line the porch and the slight impression of spots of lights can be seen through the foot of snow covering the yard.

Dabi reaches around the gate and lifts the latch. He lets Miya in first who checks behind them. Her eyes do a quick scan of the neighborhood. She see's nothing and no one in the parked cars. She hummed and Dabi closed the gate again. They stalk up the pathway to the house. He walks ahead, kicking a pathway for Miya behind him. He managed to pull his feet out of the foot deep snowfall and hick himself up onto the steps where he shuffles his way to the door.

"Why did these idiots want us to come specifically through the front door?" Dabi questioned.

Miya shrugged. "I don't know. Just knock already."

Dabi knocks his knuckles against the door frame. Miya tries to peek through the window for her vision to be obscured by lace curtains. From what she could make out the front rooms are empty. She can hear the faint sound of music or a television. Maybe some voices too.

Dabi knocked harder this time.

The person in the car dares to lift their head from beneath the window. Their eyes peeking over the door. (That was close.)

"Are you sure this is the place?" Dabi spat, annoyed.

"Yes, I am sure. It's the location they gave me." she spits back, trying the door handle. Nothing. Then she knocked loudly again too. Miya sniffled, wiping her nose across her arm. "Come on, it's cold."