Ultra Blue Violence (Dabi)

Chapter Ninety-Four: Opposition

As per the reports say; it wasn't just Stardust's mission in Russia that lead to her downfall as a Hero. Her rigorous training and teachings that required her to accomplish the dark things only the worst can think. To keep the regular citizen safe and eyes shining on the image of what a 'Hero' is.

Assassinate this group plotting against the government. Kill that person planning a terrorist attack in the city. Eliminate the heroes secretly working for the villains or threatened that image. And it was all secret.

Kill.

Kill.

Kill.

(What is a Hero?)

Her return from Russia ensured Stardust was solemnised to following her orders. But she continued to question them and rebel out of retaliation. They couldn't control her. Thus leading to the fact that she was mostly disliked by the general public. Her public image was hated for the Hero she wasn't. Her quirk was out of control. She had no way of knowing how to control it. Her anger. Her hate for what happened. She returned a different person and with a different view for the world. She only saw the bad in people. And in herself.

Her light as a Hero was gruesomely extinguished.

Stardust has killed more people than maybe the League of Villains. All in the name of good. And for what? She just wanted to be a little girl again. She wanted her childhood back. The image of that hooded man tied to a chair flashed across her mind before she tucked it away in its dark hidden place where he resided in her mind.

Miya scoffed at the thought. She sits on the steps to the mansion outside. A sphere of Dark Matter floating above her left palm. It was perfect and round and it obeyed her will. It kept shape and stayed where she wanted it. "Not so tough now, are ya?" she mocked the power in her hands.

But... one wrong thought...

"You're getting good at that."

The sphere burst into smaller parts and shot off in every direction. It struck the ground several times or burst through trees and causing splinters to break off or shooting through the concrete of the house and causing dust and bits of concrete to fly over her head.

Miya clenched her fist closed. "Or not." she corrected Touya, bitterly. "It takes immense concentration."

He snickered at her. His eyes peering through a hole to the left of his head. "Enough concentration to not hit me." he commended her on that.

"You're one to speak." Seven days passed since the fall of hero society in Japan. And Stardust couldn't handle the pain she was in anymore. Fever set in days after the burn. She couldn't move her arm much without intense pain. The swelling in her knuckles has gone down, but they still throbbed awfully. She felt weak in her body and mind. "I need serious medical attention or I might just cut off my right arm."

"Heh," he took the first two steps down to her. "And I thought you were stronger than that. But I just came here to ask if you've seen the news lately?"

"There's enough news to be able to even keep up."

"I mean, about the escapees from Tartarus? A curious name popped up and it sounded familiar to me. Lady Nagant?" Touya inquired. "I read the name in your reports and stuff a while back."

"Of course." Miya turned on the steps with wide eyes up at him. "Are you sure you heard correctly?" he nodded at her. "No. They told me she was dead! Not in prison! She's been alive this whole time!? I might not have known her for long, she was older than me, but... we are the same. A former hero who killed another hero."