Side Story: Dabi

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That fucking mophead could go die and Dabi would happily be the one to kill him. He was just some smug brat that didn't know what he was getting himself into. This bond Shigaraki had created was going to break at anytime, and the moment it did Dabi would kill him.

He underestimated a Dragon Tamer's strength. Any Dragon Tamer could break any bond, with enough time and energy, unless it was a blood bond since those were unbreakable.

"So, tell me, what's your compensation? That dragon inside you has to want something," Shigaraki said, Dabi having come back to the table and actually sitting down to have a somewhat civilized conversation.

"No point in telling you," Dabi seethed back, knowing Shigaraki couldn't use their flimsy bond to force it out of him."You're going to die before I need to fulfill it."

Shigaraki moved swiftly, slamming Dabi's head into the table. Dabi felt his headache get worse, blood coming out of his nose and mouth disgustingly. He might have even chipped a tooth.

"Don't forget who has the upper hand here," Shigaraki growled, slamming Dabi's face into the table one more time for good measure."If I wanted to, I could even command you to suck my dick right now."

Dabi felt a rush of dizziness as he tried to sit up. He didn't know if he would be able to stay conscious if he was hit again, but his desire to piss off the king in front of him was overwhelming."And if you did I would bite it off."

Shigaraki slammed his head into the table again and Dabi saw stars."Looks like you need further discipline." He picked Dabi up by the hair, dragging him out the room."Kurogiri, go and grab the silver trap-box from the treasury."

"Right away, my king."

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Dabi barely registered where they were going but soon he was not dragging across cold cobble but lush blue carpet which was giving him a rug burn.

Shigaraki dropped him onto the floor, procuring some small silver box from that vapey guy. Dabi looked up at the ceiling with a sigh, taking a glance at his surroundings to find he was in a bedroom, and a very lavish and dark one at that. This certainly wasn't the one he woke up in, it was far smaller than this, so it must've been this piss wads.

"Going straight to the bedroom without even taking me out to dinner?" Dabi practically moaned with how much he was fucking hurting right now."I thought you would be more of a gentleman."

"Don't worry," Shigaraki said, ushering Kurogiri out of the room."I'll treat you to a nice meal after this."

Dabi, a bit shocked, sat up and looked at Shigaraki in question."What, so we are fucking? Because if we are, I must tell you I prefer-"

"Shut up, ashtray," Shigaraki growled, pushing Dabi back down with his foot. Dabi would be kidding himself if he didn't find that sexy.

Shigaraki straddled his lap, opening the silver box in front of his hands very carefully.

"What's in there? Lube?" Dabi asked."That's a pretty shitty place to be keeping it. Not very convenient."

Shigaraki didn't listen to him, taking a piece of paper out of the box and setting it next to Dabi's head. Dabi turned and looked at it, finding a drawing of a human with a bunch of weird markings over its body. The various marks had words pointing to them. Dabi leaned closer to look at the words at the top of the page, and what he saw made him shudder.

"What the hell are you doing to do?" he asked, a small bit of distress in his voice.

"Didn't I already tell you to shut up," Shigaraki growled, producing a gun with something unknown filled inside its magazine. It was a lot thinner than a regular gun, muzzle also looking oddly thin and rectangular.