The Green Valley Twins

how it begins

She ran as fast as she could, ignoring the burn of tears that warmed her face amongst the cold rainstorm pouring from above. She had no time to think or consider much of anything, instinct drove her forward with the need to preserve the tender life residing inside her. She ducked into an alleyway, a wave of her hand and the trash parted for her. She dived just behind the dumpster and pulled the trash atop herself quickly; just barely in the nick of time.

"Where'd she go?!" Loud angry voices punctured the storm wind overhead, making her heart skip a beat in fear. She couldn't be found, not now, not here. "Find that damned villain! She's the only shot we have at finding him!!"

"Yes sir!" Stomping feet were followed by splashing, right past her hiding place. If she moved she could be discovered. She couldn't allow that, not now, not after everything she did for this one moment. The pounding feet stopped, she rose her head just enough to peek between the piles of trash; glad that for once her small stature was in her favor. Four young adults, dressed in obnoxious bright colors and strange looking gear that could only aid in their use of quirks. At the other end of the alleyway, a tall thin man dressed in a long black cloak. His mask was that of a raven, hiding everything but his cruel grin.

She knew who he was, the fabled 'dragon of china'.

"Damn, you all stink," the man drawled carelessly, his lips twisting slowly around every word in a show of mockery. "Try'n to make me sneeze?" She felt the moment his eyes landed on her. A wave of fire crawled across her skin and pooled in her belly. The sensation made her want to run into his arms, begging forgiveness, and to run away; scared of his wrath.

"Reporting in commander!" The one closest to her turned away from Dragon, screaming into his mike. His first and last mistake. "Dragon found! KAAAAAAAA!!!!" within moments the alleyway was aflame, she couldn't tell when or how but she knew her former lover was the cause. He always was. It was instinct that drove her to pressing a hand into the dumpster, using her own power to move the giant metal bin before herself, protecting her from the onslaught of flames. The fire produced an awful heat, making the rain steam upon contact. Instinct drove her more then any form of thought, she barely had any conscious thought of what she was doing. The only thing she was aware of was the level of threat around her and her need to protect the fragile life inside her belly. When the flames smothered themselves out of exsistence she opened her eyes to see that the dumpster had been flipped on its side, allowing her to slide across the wet pavement and smoldering waters without harming herself fin the process. There was a hole in the bottom of the can, she clambered closer in the disgusting bin, wondering if her former lover had seen her. She hoped not, she was no match for him and with her condition her quirk strength weakened every passing day.

"Where do you think you're going?" Dragon asked coolly, walking past the bones, through the ashes and past the flickering flames, like some kind of god of chaos. It wasn't that long ago she would've found that sight incredibly attractive, she would been drooling and eyeing him like a hungry wolf would eye an unattended meat-wagon. As it was, she needed to get out of the dumpster and run. She turned away from the hole and readied her hands on either side of herself—

"Aibai," his voice was so soft with that name, for a moment she wanted to believe that he would forgive her for everything...but she knew better. "Where are you going?" She couldn't tell him, couldn't let him know—"uhg, I hate kids"—she'd rather be a forgotten memory. It wouldn't be that hard for him to find a replacement lover. He was always reminding her that there were other females in the world. Others who were just as strong, just as passionate; with fire quirks instead of her strange weight-limited attraction quirk.

"DRAGON!!" She had no time to dawdle around, she had to run and this was the best timing. She closed her eyes and felt the energy around her, the blazing white-fire of her lover's hand pressed against the dumpster overhead (when did he get so close?), the parting of the rain drops as a hero rushed them, the current of the storm wind rushing all around them, the splattering of rain pitter-pattering against the dumpster and along the soaking road. She knew Dragon was still close by, he rarely fell for her tricks, no doubt distracted with the hero closest to them. She was planning to use one of her old tricks, surly they would all for it again; the hero's always fell for it.

Now. A breath was all she needed, one single breath. Within that moment of a breath, the dumpster moved, skidding across the wet pavement with all the racket and noise of an explosion. She wasn't in it this time, she was pulling water towards herself, planning to use it as a means of escape.

"Aibai!" Dragon's nickname for her, it sounded so sweet to her ears. Her feet were touching the water, her hands parted as puddles raced towards her.

"Cyan!" The hero's nickname for her could use some work, calling her out on her hair color was plain stupid. Her eyes shifted from the road she needed to escape to the person closest to her. She wasn't fast enough, her plan failed. One of the hero's didn't fall for her trick. She stared up at the hero bearing down on her, encased in golden electricity, hazel eyes angry and wild. She felt warmth on her left, the golden light of her lover. But all she could think about was that lightning and water were a bad combination, even worse with the tiny life in her belly. It was all instinct on her part; no conscious thought, no moving fingers, no plan in mind. Just instinct. The instinct to protect her unborn no matter what.

The rain stopped falling, the puddles arose, the ribbons of water she had already gathered; all of it centered on the hero bearing down on her. A cage of water, murky from the muddy streets and the burnt alleyway, engulfed the hero but not before his glowing hand reached her. Terror seized her heart, nothing she could do would stop that electricity from harming her unborn. A dark blur shoved her aside, taking the brunt of the electricity, she watched as fire and golden sparks merged. Five feet around herself, water couldn't touch her, the rain parted overhead, obscuring her view of the man who protected her. Steam arose from the murky water cage, filling her heart with fear as the hero inside slowly freed himself.

"Damn it," Dragon coughed, "this stinky fellow won't quit." The hero's fist was entangled in Dragon's jacket, still encased in golden sparks. "Aibai," she flinched when his dark eyes found her again, she didn't want him to say it. She'll die if he says those awful words to her again.

"I'll see you at Rey's." It was a simple order, with no room to disobey. She never agreed, not like she usually did, she scrambled to her feet and used her quirk to skate across the water soaked road. Dragon remained behind, taking on every hero who challenged him and leaving none behind to remember the price of their arrogance.