I Will Make You Fall. - Villain Uraraka AU

Chapter 1 - Obscure

TW: Blood, Murder

"Can you just shut up?" I hushed, the blood stained dagger found its way towards the victim's neck, to make them quiet down. No sooner than later, the ear-piercing cries for help died down and only the sound of blood splattering towards the floor could be heard. I wiped out the blood on my face with my small and petite clean hands after taking it out from my gloves.

"What do you need?" I glared down at my handiwork, a shuffle in the background signifying very well that he heard me. I took a clean cloth out from my pocket to wipe the filthy blood off my dagger and kept the dagger inside the scabbard. I simply discarded the used cloth over the decaying corpse. "Hmm?" I turn to look at him, his cerulean blue eyes pierced through my golden brown ones, captivating yet mysterious.

"Uraraka Ochako, Mamba, Uravity, what else?" he walked out from his hiding spot, scarred hands holding an ice white folder to which I assume has my personal information. Obsidian black hair covered his head, scarred tear glands being the prominent feature on his face.

"Why did you do that?" he asked, undoubtedly questioning with regards to the scene in front of him. He indifferently stared at the fresh corpse, then back towards me. A scowl found its way up my face, and my hands glued itself to my hips. "Do you want to end up like her?" I defended, a growl erupting from me, making him let out a soft chuckle. I raised my eyebrow, unfazed.

"Pardon my manners. The name's Dabi, and I'm a representative of the Villain's League to bring you into the league. Interested?" He bent forwards, offering his hand for me. I didn't accept it. There was silence for a few moments. "What would I be enjoying if I joined the league?" I folded my arms, leaning back against the cool metal railing.

Irritation and annoyance were all displayed in his cold blue eyes. "Tch," he groaned, running his hands through his hair, making it sway ever so slightly with the cold night breeze. He glared at me with the intent to kill. "What can you do? I don't see why you're special," he mumbled. I stared at him in disbelief. "Did you not see what I was capable of?" I questioned, leaning sideways to see the decaying body behind him. "Turn around and tell me what you see."

Unwillingly, he turned around only to see the fresh corpse half decayed, its decaying rate several times faster than usual. Half of the corpse's body is gone, leaving the rotting flesh out in the open air, but no stomach-churning scent could be detected. The audible hum of satisfaction and interest from him after seeing the body made a small smile of contentment find its way up to my face.

"Interesting. I'll give you the time to think; however, I'm required to bring you back to our homeground. The leader requests to meet you," he declared, his hands in the pockets of his navy blue jeans. "If you don't follow me now, he'll find a way to get you. It's now or never." I sighed. There's no way out of this, is there?

"Let's go."

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"Now, tell me why I should give you anything as reward for your work for the league," his ash blue hair attracted me to him, but what made him special was the disembodied hands that were tightly bonded to his wrinkled pale skin. The urge to roll my eyes was so big but I will never ever have the courage to actually do it. Although this man right here isn't the real deal, he is capable of eradicating my mere existence, leaving no trace of evidence behind.

I took a deep breath. "I am a potential ally that can easily raise the ability of the league's offense and defense," I explained carefully so as to not offend anyone. 

"Are you saying that the league's offense and defense is bad?" Clearly, I failed. This guy, who I soon got to know that his name is Shigaraki, threateningly questioned me.