I Found What I Was Missing

Chapter 62: Trying To Get To You

Trying To Get To You

Dabi bit the inside of his lower lip as Tomura used his quirk on Killua's side, forcing himself to watch as the omega's skin crumbled away. He tried to ignore the quiet whimper that left Killua's throat as one of their new recruits dropped his clothes back down.

This was all his fault. He wished he'd never told Tomura about Izuku's parents, he wished he'd never shown them the video he had stolen from Midoriya's computer. He never should have done any of this.

The guilt was overwhelming. He watched quietly as Killua took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down once the villains spread out again. Tomura was freaking out a few feet away, complaining about how the video hadn't gone his way whilst he scratched at his neck.

Dabi could tell that if Killua could, he'd be pressing his hands either to his wounded side or his stomach. Fuck, he had to do something, he had to get Killua out of here before he got hurt any further.

There weren't any villains around him, so Dabi decided to stroll lazily over to him. He stood a few inches away, listening to Killua purring softly, trying to calm himself down. The omega opened his eyes, staring sadly down at Dabi.

He grit his teeth, hands fisting in his pockets. “I'm so sorry,” he murmured quietly so no one else could hear him.
Killua tried to give him a warm, forgiving look, but the omega was steadily growing paler, eyelids drooping; he must he exhausted.

Dabi wandered off, he could feel Killua's eyes on him as he moved to lean against a wall.
“Well then, let's move on with the plan, I have little doubt they'd be here in a few minutes,” All for One spoke.

“Yes, sensei,” Tomura muttered, turning to look at Killua. “I suppose I should thank you,”
Killua rose a questioning brow at him, eyes searching.
“For helping us lure them right into our trap,” he stated.

Killua's eyes widened, a groan leaving his lips as Stain pulled out one of his blades, stabbing him in his left shoulder. Fuck, he's losing too much blood as it is!

Killua watched the man's long tongue lick up his blood from the blade, his body growing limp a second later. His face was suddenly taken into a set of cold hands, raised forcefully so his eyes could connect with a young girl's.

She had long, curly light blue hair and green eyes, a sinister smirk on her lips. “It's time you went to sleep,” she murmured.
Killua felt his mind grow dazed, eyelids drooping as his strength left him completely.

It felt like he stopped breathing, like his heart stopped beating, but he didn't need oxygen or a heartbeat to continue living. He felt his bindings loosening on him until he slipped from it's grasp, body connecting painfully with the cold floor.

He wanted to cry out from landing on his wounded side, but his tongue felt too heavy, his muscles refused to work; he couldn't move at all. The girl crouched down beside him, brushing a few of his bangs out of his face as she smiled at him.

His eyelids nearly fell shut, watching the girl's smile turn warm and inviting. “It's time for you to give in to sleep; goodnight,” she murmured softly as his eyelids slid closed. “And despair,”

The last thing he heard was the footsteps of the large group leaving, he tried opening his eyes to see if he was completely alone, tried to twitch a finger, to feel himself take in a breath; but it was futile.

He laid there for a small while, aware that he was breathing shallowly, but it didn't feel like he was, he couldn't feel himself inhale or exhale. He felt nausea building as a strong, metallic smell reached his nose.