You Are Finally Here ( NOT EDITED )

The Final Ending

Chaos. That's all there was in the abandoned city of Matsufa. Collapsed buildings, flooding from burst water pipes, raging fires with smoke filling the lungs of all who survived. The city was completely destroyed. This wasn't how I wanted it to go. This wasn't what I wanted. I just wanted one person dead, not to blow up the whole city. I didn't want for my home to be crumbled to the ground like it meant nothing to anyone.
I hear sirens in the distance as ambulances began to make their way over, but their very faint meaning they won't be here for a while especially since there's literally no road anymore. Looking to the side on my left, I see people, both villains and hero's, helping each other out the best to their abilities. It's like they know there's no point in fighting against each other anymore. It warmed my heart. It warmed it so much I felt my eyes begin to burn with tears threatening to fall. But I pushed them back. I wasn't about to look weaker than I already am in front of hundreds of strong individuals.
I go to get up off the filthy ground when I feel an unbearable surge of pain shoot all throughout my entire body, and I fall back onto the mounds of rubble. I put a hand on one of the places where the most pain came from. My left side waist. Upon putting my hand on the injury, I felt a warm sticky substance. The pain spread from all the way up my stomach, to my burning lungs, my chest, and to my right shoulder. I wanted to scream out in pain but I couldn't. I began to breath heavily, my lungs begging to be filled with oxygen. But no matter how much air I try to take in, my lungs were left burning for more, like I couldn't get enough oxygen in. I heaved and heaved, but all that did was cause me to cough uncontrollably. I felt something warm trickle up my throat and glide down from the corner of my mouth. It felt gross and sticky. I didn't like it. I wanted it to go away. I began to choke on the substance, spitting it out when I had the ability to.
"Boss!" I heard the familiar sound of Hamiko's voice from the distance. I wanted to call out but I couldn't. Not long after I see the psychotic blonde hovering over me, tears in her eyes threatening to spill. Then next thing I knew, I felt pressure on my chest, right on top of where it hurt. I assume she was applying the pressure with her hands.
"Just hold on in there. You're gonna be fine ok? We're gonna get you help."
I tried to speak, but all that came out where choked coughs.
"Shh, don't try to talk. It's okay."
"What's going on here, is everything okay?"
That sounded like, oh what was that one hero's name, Best Jeanest was it?
"Jeanest! Get help, please! He's hurt! Badly!" Hamiko yelled over her shoulder, the tears starting to fall.
"oh ... my god," I heard Jeanest whisper, "I'm gonna get Recovery Girl! Keep applying pressure, make sure he doesn't move or speak!!!"
God he sounded terrified. Why was he helping? Don't they hate us? Hate me?
"D-da *cough, cough* d-*cough*" I could barely even get the name of my lover out. It hurt so bad to breathe. I wanted, no, I needed to see him.
Through my struggle, Hamiko seemed to understand what I was trying to say, and her eyes grew into ones of a sympathetic look.
"Oh boss. I ... i-I'm so s-sorry he-" and just like that she broke out into sobs. It was then I realized, Dabi was gone.
"Shigaraki?! Shigaraki! Where are you boy?!" The voice was deep. So familiar. But who was it. My head feels so foggy, I can't seem to think clearly.
"Here!!! We're over here!!!"
That voice sounds so familiar too. Oh yeah, it's Hamiko. God what's wrong with me?
"Young Hamiko, are you alright?"
Allmight?
"I'm fine, help him!!!"
There where multiple gasps heard. No. Tons. How many people where around? Everything feel like it's spinning.
I felt myself being picked up. I opened my eyes to see Allmight was cradling me in his arms. Wait since when did my eyes close?
"Hey," he spoke in a gentle tone, "hang in there young one. You're friend is working on teleporting Recovery Girl as we speak. Everything is okay, you're okay."
At those words, I began to recall memories from a conversation I had a while ago.

(Flashback 4 months)

It was a late winter evening, the snow was falling heavily outside collecting and building up in mounds. A fire build in the living room of our cozy home which was decorated with Christmas decorations.
On the couch, I lay on top of my lover, and soon to be husband on the 17th of April, Dabi. The blanket draped over the us both and the soothing strokes of his hand combing through my hair making me doze off.
"Baby."
"Hmm?"
I lift my head up slightly on lay my chin on his chest, looking up at him with droopy eyes filled with the want and need of slumber.
"I know you're tired, but I have a question that's been nagging at me for a while now."
"That's okay," my voice was soft with sleepiness, "ask away."
Dabi lightly inhaled and exhaled before asking, "why do you hate hero's so much?"
There's was a thick silence that followed after that. All I could do at the moment was stare deep into his turquoise eyes, debating whether or not I should tell him. Following through with the stronger voice in my head, I took a deep breath before sitting up in his lap. He did the same and we moved to sit side by side.
"I didn't always hate hero's," I began, "in fact when I was little I had admired them, looked up to them. Just like any other normal civilian. That was until the day my quirk had manifested."
I could feel Dabi's intense stare when he asked, "what happened that day," as he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close.
"It started off as just a normal day. I was sitting in the living room while reading a comic when my sister came running into the room and told me to come look at something she had found. She lead me to our fathers office where she showed me a picture that had been taken a long time ago."
I let a soft smile tug at my lips as the picture came into mind.
"It was picture of my dad with my grandmother. She was a pro hero too. I remember staring at that pictures with my sister for almost a whole hour, memorizing every detail about it. Later that night my father came home from work." At the mention of my father my smile dropped.
"I guess we didn't put everything back to exactly how it was before, because when he came stomping out of his office he demanded who had went through his stuff. I was in the backyard playing with our dog at the time so I had no idea what was going on until he came out to the yard, asking me if I went through his stuff. I remember being too scared to say anything. The next thing I knew I was laying on the ground with the side of my face throbbing in pain. But it didn't stop there. He continued to beat me while yelling at me that the women in the picture wasn't my grandmother, but rather someone who didn't care about their family enough to be with them. When he was done he locked me outside of the house. I sat out there with our dog, crying for a good few minutes. With all the negative emotions I was feeling, my quirk activated while I was petting him. In mere seconds there was nothing left of him but a pile of blood and ashes. At that exact time my sister has come out to apologize for framing me when she saw the mess. I didn't know what was going on, but it scared me. My sister went to run back in side, clearly terrified, when I had launched forward latching on to her in confused. And just like our dog, she crumbled as well. My mom and her parents came out to see what all the commotion was about. I was a sobbing mess on the ground, and when I saw my mom I begged for her to help me. They came running towards me, but when I touched the ground, it not only caused it to crumbled, but my family as well ... and then my dad came out. It was like he immediately knew where he messed up. Running to me he tried to apologize. But out of rage, I put my hand up to his face, and watched him crumble ...
I had killed my entire family that night."
Dabi didn't say anything, too shocked to know what to say. I continued.
"After it happened, after our entire home crumbled to the ground, I left. I wondered the streets, watching as civilians walked by not paying me a second glance. A few people would stare at me, but never came up to see if I was okay. Until a nice old lady noticed me and asked me what was the matter and if I needed help. But as soon as she took one look at my face she told me she needed to get to work and that a pro should be there to help me soon ... but they never did. Days, maybe even weeks past before I came to the conclusion that no one was going to help me. That's when All for One came in. He offered me a place to stay, food to eat, fresh clothes... of course I took the offer. Since then, I've basically followed through in his foot steps."
I leaned into Dabi as he tightened his hold on me. Laying my head on his shoulder he laid his head on top of mine.
"But you know," I say as I start to play with his free hand, "there are times where I can't help but wonder what would've happened if a pro had come to my aid. I guess that's what started my obsession over All Might." I let out a small sigh. It was silent after that as Dabi took in the new information. After what felt like hours, which was only 15 minutes of silence, Dabi spoke.
"All Might isn't the one you want dead is it?"
I didn't say anything.
"All this time with you saying how much you hated All Might and wanted him dead, you still held back every time you met him in battle."
'How did he know?'
"I've seen the way you looked at those kids, I saw the way you would watch the sports festivals. You enjoyed watching them grow, not because you found it would be fun to fight them, but because you saw something in those kids that had you knowing they would grow into some of the greatest hero's out there ... something in your mind told you over and over that those kids would be helping people that are just like you."
A light smile tugged at the corners of my lips, only for split second.
"It was never All Might you wanted dead ..."
he lifted his head up and held my chin, forcing me to look up at him. Our eyes looked.
" ... it's All for One you want dead, isn't it?"
Silence. That's all that could be heard after after that one last question. I gave a gentle smile.
"Yeah ... you're right.

It's always been All for One."

(End Flashback)

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as I stared up at All Might. He was dead. All for One was finally dead ... but, so was my lover.
I felt the pad of a thumb wiping away streaks of water that had slipped away. I choked on, not just more blood that had made its way up my throat, but a sob as well. I was in so much pain, physically and mentally. I felt weak and tired. I just wanted to sleep.
"Hey, stay with me okay? We're getting you help. Just hang in there." All Might tried to keep me from slipping away. But it was so hard to keep my eyes open. That's when I heard rushed fleeting coming towards us and a female voice yell, "move it," as she made her way past, what I assumed, to be a crowd of people. Then I felt a light tap on the right side of my face, and I was met with the sight of Recovery Girl.
"Oh dear," she spoke, "you're gonna need a lot of rest after this."
She went to lean in to kiss my forehead, but I put up a weak shaky hand and stopped her from doing so. She looked at me confused and concerned. But it took her one look into my eyes before she understood.
She nodded her head and whispered to me, "bless your heart ... Tenko Shimura. May you rest well with your loved ones."
After that she backed away, tears in her eyes. Why is she so sad? I don't mean anything to anyone anymore, right? I was always just the bad guy.
"What are you doing?!" Hamiko screeched.
"He needs help! He's bleeding out, fucking dying!!! And you're n-"
"Hamiko." Recovery Girl spoke, making eye contact with the psychotic young adult. One look. It only took one look before she connected the dots, and her head shot in my direction fresh tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.
"It's his time."
With those words be spoken, she sat on her knees beside me and pet my head.
"No," she said her head shaking, "no please Tomu. I can loose you, not after I just lost Dabi. I can't take another heartbreak. Damnit I can't loose another big brother." She cried. I weakly wiped away her tears.
Twicer came up and gently held her in his arms as she broke into a sobbing mess.
"I'll take good care of her," he whispered to me his tone mellow, "I hope you rest among the stars beside Dabi."
I began to cry. Why do they care to much for me? I felt a rough pd if a thumb wipe away the tears.
"It's okay, I know it hurts but it'll be over soon."
It was All Might. Heh, he really does care for everyone. Even people like me. I guess I should be grateful. I looked up to him making eye contact, well sort of. My eyes were dilating and it was hard to focus and keep them open. I wanted to say something. I wanted to thank him. I wanted to apologize. I had so many things to tell him.
I choked as I tried to speak, "I-i *cough* I-I'm s ... s-sor *cough, cough*"
"Shh," he soothed, "I know, it's okay. I forgive you." He said.
"I forgave you a long time ago. When I found out how he found and raised you. What his intentions were with you. I forgave you then." The tears he was holding back broke through and he let out a sob. I felt a weight lift of my chest, and I knew then that it was okay for me to finally rest.
"I'm here." All Might spoke as he soothingly stroked my hair as my eyes grew heavy.
The last thing I heard before the world went dark was the voice of All Might one last time.
"I am here."
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"Dabi?"

"Hey Shiggy."

Fin