Locked In Boredom

MuStArDs bAcK?

(Authors note: Another Mustard chapter written at 3AM-4AM. Have fun!)

Mustard looked out of his window. Hawks had dumped him in this small damn house. Goddammit, can't believe dad trusted that bitch. Mustards real flinch came when Hawks landed at the front door and walked in, carrying a sleeping Dabi in his arms. "You found dad?" Mustard asks. Hawks had explained that Dabi ran after they faked their murder scheme.

Mustard looked over the papers, shocked as he read that the HSPC (The Hero Safety Public Commission)  had been torturing their workers for long. His eyes were wide as Hawks' boot clacked behind him. "You shouldn't be up here, kid." Hawks' voice was dark. "Hawks-san!" Mustard gasped out, turning around to face the hero. "What is all this?" Mustard asks, but Hawks' eyes darkened. "It's none of your business." The sharp feather Hawks was holding slashed down towards Mustard. Mustard grabbed a gun of his and blocked the feather. "Stop! We can talk about this!" Mustard yelled. "Can we?" Hawks asked dark. "Yes." Mustard says, a serious look in his orange eyes. "Fine. What's your plan?" Hawks asks. "We used to go along together, so we should...."

"Hah. Sounds good, kid."

Mustard helps Hawks lay Dabi in bed, and smiles as Hawks tucks his father in. "How's his flower-coughing going?" He asks. "It's been alright." Hawks says with a fond smile. "He's able to have what he desires." Hawks purrs. "Just tell him your feelings already." Mustard says. "I can't." "Why not?" "Not while the HSPC is still around." Mustard looks down, his eyes darkening. "oh."

The past few days, Hawks had been taking care of Dabi while Mustard spend planning it out. He knows what Dabi had seen, and well, Dabi didn't quite know he was still around yet. Mustard sat on his desk, making the plan he and Hawks agreed on when Hawks walked in. "He's asleep." Hawks states. "Again?" Mustard replies. "Yeah." "He's sleeping alot." "He's been through alot." Hawks states. "It's one trauma after the other with dad." Mustard agrees. "Honestly, if no one will do it, I'll have to." Mustard states. "Sure you can take them on on your own?" Hawks asks. "They're strong and viscious." "When they're gone, I'm going after papa." Mustard states. "Why?" "Because he hurted dad." Mustard says seriously. "No one hurts dad and gets away with it." "You almost sound like a dad." Hawks joked. "I just want the people I love save." "Agreed." Hawks says quick.

"I'd kill for your father."

"Then we're on the same path." Mustard says. "They'll be out to catch him, so we need a place where he's save." Mustard states. Hawks stood still. "He needs to know you're alive, it's the reason he ran. When he's back on health." Hawks cut himself off to wipe off the tear on his face. "I will try to speak to him soon." Mustard says. "Thanks." Hawks answers. "I don't know what he could do." There was a silent that lasted for about 5 minutes, but it felt like hours. "What we would do." Hawks added. "I'll talk with dad. Give me a minute alone." Mustard snapped. "Sorry." Hawks says and walked off swiftly. Mustard sat down on his bed, and sighs. He grabs the package near his bed. A present for his dad that he had bought before Dabi was caught and hospitalised. "Dad's birthday will be in two weeks. I should give him the present then." Mustard told himself. 

[Dabi]

He sat up in his bed, rubbing over his eye. "Morning." Hawks' voice was close. Fresh in his ears. Dabi leaned against Hawks' chest. "Hey, birdboy." Dabi mumbled out. "I have a suprise for you." Hawks purred. "What kind of surprise would a murderer like you have?" Dabi asks, but before he could show his anger. "Hey Dad." Mustard walked in. Dabi soon stood up and hugged Mustard, tight. As tight as he could. "We have a plan, dad." Mustard explains. "A plan?" Dabi asks. "Think back on it, please. What did you all see?" Mustard asks. Dabi's mind flashed back to the memory. 

Mustardlooked over the papers, shocked as he read that the HSPC (The Hero SafetyPublic Commission) had been torturing their workers for long. His eyeswere wide as Hawks' boot clacked behind him. "You shouldn't be up here,kid." Hawks' voice was dark. "Hawks-san!" Mustard gasped out,turning around to face the hero. "What is all this?" Mustard asks,but Hawks' eyes darkened. "It's none of your business." The sharpfeather Hawks was holding slashed down towards Mustard.

"OKay, so after that..." Mustard states. "I grabbed the guns you got me, and blocked the feather. and so..."   

"Stop! We can talk about this!" Mustard yelled. "Can we?" Hawks asked dark. "Yes." Mustard says, a serious look in his orange eyes. "Fine. What's your plan?" Hawks asks. "We used to go along together, so we should fake my death, you explain it to dad, and then I'll take down the boss off the HSPC in secret, so then everyone they own is free." Mustard explains. "Hah. Sounds good, kid." Hawks says with a smirk. 

"kill the hero commission?!" Dabi exclaims. "Yeah!" Mustard exclaims. "That's dangerous as shit!" Dabi complained. "But we can do it! With Hawks' sharp feathers and your flames we can do anything!" Mustard exclaims happily. "I am NOT teaming up with that bird!" Dabi snapped. "Why?!" "Because he faked your death!" "I asked him to tell you!" Mustard snapped back at Dabi. "I wanted to tell you but you ran off." Hawks says. "So what you suddenly care!?" Dabi wanted to snap out more, but he collapsed onto his knees and started to cough. shit. The flowers and petals soon hitted the floor once again like they did before. why does it have to be back? Dabi sat up and looked up at the two. Hawks seemed heartbroken and concerned, Mustard looked terrified. "Still?" Mustard asks. "It only goes away when it desires." Dabi says. Hawks averted his gaze. Why does he look broken? Dabi sighs. Hawks sighs. "Son of a bitch." Hawks mumbles under his breath, but Dabi could so make it out. 

(Authors note: short chapter to my apologies, but I will focus on the words!)