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The aftermath of your actions was felt globally. The symbol of peace dead. Not by illness or age or self sacrifice, but by the hands of a villain. A villain he had fallen to his knees to beg forgiveness from. Already your face was spread across every news station, every website, named after the pained shriek you'd created. Banshee. The most wanted criminal in Japan. How quickly fame was claimed.
The effects of your scream were quickly deciphered. It was a sonic burst that sent signals to the brain that effectively convinced it to stop making serotonin; a sound based hypnotic suggestion. This sudden withdrawal of an much needed chemical caused the brain to immediately led to deep depressive state which led to suicide. Only those with excellent mental health would be able to resist the effects, and it was no secret that many pros suffered. By the end of the day, they totaled your death count at two hundred and thirty four. The highest death rate in a such a small period of time.
And yourself? You were locked away in a fit. Feeling the agony of your actions rip through your body like it was a physical force. Threatening to tear you apart. You felt monster and hero in one breath, and their was no one to tell you what your actions meant. You had killed the innocent, the guilty, the heroic, and the evil alike. Heroes. Villains. None of that every truly existed. Simply those with power, and you had used yours to cause death.
Wandering through the streets, no one dared approached you. Most ran in terror, even the criminals. You just giggled, calling out for your lover, your brother, your mother, your father. Anyone. Anyone to break you out of this pain and madness. It was all consuming. The sonic scream that echoed in your mind. The people you had killed, Yagi's desperate eyes flashing past your face in every store window. What were you but a banshee? A monster.
You spun on your heel, the world spinning with you and you collapsed to the cement. Rocking back and forth. Maybe Dabi would find you. Maybe the heroes would. Whatever would end this ache. Grasping and yanking at your hair, unable to stop yourself from screaming and causing the buildings around you to shake. People fled, glass shattered, and you were alone. Alone until the most unexpected of hands clasped over your mouth.
"Shut up you crazy lady!" he yelled, tightening is grip more than you could have expected from a teenager. You whined into his hands and he let go before moving around to look into your eyes. The massive orbs red with crying, the mad giggle bursting from between his fingers as he tried to calm you. You could see a drop of blood fall from his ear. Bakugou was far braver than you had given him credit for. "Come on. You gotta get outta here. Pros will be on their way, you're not exactly quiet you idiot."
You made another loud whine, unable to get the words out. Scared that they would set off another scream that could kill him. You grabbed at his hands as he began to pull away, and clapped them tighter over your lips. Silently begging that he kept you quiet. Your throat burned from the overuse of your quirk. Like you'd swallowed snakes but you couldn't seem to stop. Every pained noise felt like it could echo for miles. He seemed to understand, his grimace turning into a barely acceptable frown. Without bothering to explain himself, he scooped you up into his arms and ran. Holding your form tight to his chest and into the alleyways. He couldn't understand why he was doing this. You were a villain. You'd killed All Might! And yet. Your words echoed in his mind. The pained tears in your eyes as you fought for those you cared of. We're left behind to protect them. How the world had never once been kind to you, and even the greatest hero left you to rot. What did it mean to be a hero if you ripped loved ones apart and let those you care about suffer for the sake of the law.
Time lacked any meaning to you, and before you came to realize it you were already at a hotel. Bakugou unlocking the door and dropping you on the bed. You clapped your own hands around your mouth, screaming weakly into them. Your voice dying and growing hoarse til nothing but a pained squeak came out. With that Bakugou sighed in relief, "I thought you'd never shut up."
He looked up, trying to make sense of the way you rocked yourself back and forth, whining mutely into the bed sheets. Fucking nuts if he'd ever seen it. He dropped back on the desk, crossing his arms with what could only be politely called a sneer. This was stupid. If anyone found out he had you here his life would be over and you'd be locked in another padded cell.. Had paid the desk guy ten times the cost of the room to keep his mouth shut so he had no intention of letting you go missing.
What the hell was he suppose to do with you?
The answer came when he saw you start mumbling. Whispering one name over and over in your hoarse, tired voice. "Dabi. Dabi. Dabi."
"Right. Burn victim. The one who grabbed me. Will he help?"
Course you didn't answer, you just whispered his name before bursting into tears. Clawing at your own throat as though that could fix what you'd done. Bakugou groaned, grabbing your hands away and holding them tight. "You're gonna stay here, and I'm gonna bring back this Dabi fucker. No screaming, no yelling, no...no clawing of any kind. Got it?"
He stormed out after that, not trusting you to give a coherent answer.
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"WHERE IS SHE?!"
The heroes screamed as their body caught aflame. The bright blue turning them to ash in seconds. Dabi yelled at the ashes too. Demanding that something give him an answer to where she was. Terrified. Lost. In pain. He needed to find her now, and he would burn the entire city to the ground if that's what it takes. He kicked an ash pile, yelling before hitting the wall. It was driving him nuts. Why did she matter so much? Why was being away from her, knowing she was suffering, one of the most painful feelings?
"Hey ugly. You looking for the banshee chick?" Bakugou yelled, and Dabi whirled on his heel; hands already bright with fire to burn him too. Bakugou grinned, holding up his hands as he walked over the ashes. "I found her hot head. Calm the fuck down."
Dabi grabbed his arm, hoisting him off his feet, "Where. Is. She." he hissed, flame dancing in his palms. He was about a second away from roasting the brat, but Bakugou was yelling right back. "Get the fuck off me! She's safe at a hotel."
"Take me to her. Now." he nearly threw Bakugou, the teen managing to keep his feet under him with a huff. The air was tense, near palpable (or maybe that was the ash), as the two walked. Dabi slouching into his coat to hide his feature as they moved from one street to the other. He spared the teen only a few words, "How'd you find me?"
"Followed the reports of blue flame and piles of ash. Wasn't hard. You started near the crash site, and I snuck away from the gang. I can't stay, she's in room 4." Bakugou tossed him key card and took off. Knowing that even the hour he'd been gone was far too long. If he got in trouble for this, he was gonna beat the shit out of both of them.
Dabi looked up to the hotel sign before moving in. It wasn't smart to dwell outside, not now. Not with every hero on the street, trying to find the crazy woman. Jogging over, he unlocked the door and stepped in. His eyes scanning the dark room quickly, ready for a trap when he saw the bathroom light on. "(Y/N)?"
He heard materials dropped, a soft ping, and he pushed the door in, feeling his breath catch in his throats as he took you in. Blood covered your throat and the white tile floor, dripping down your body and from your lips. Oh fuck, your lips. You were frozen as you looked up at him, a medical kit splayed out around you, and one hand held your lip taut while the other was pulling tight suture thread. Mouth half stitched shut.
Dabi dropped the key card, crossing the bathroom in one step and ripping the needle out of your hand and throwing it into the toilet. "No. Absolutely fucking not." he snarled, grabbing the corner knot and ripping it back. You whined weakly at the pained pull through your freshly torn skin; the black thread bloody and wet, clinging to the wall. Your hands quick to cover your mouth, blood seeping between your fingers and Dabi pulled you close to his chest with a heavy sigh. "Can't leave you alone for an hour can I? What were you thinking? I'd burn this place down if I didn't get to hear that pretty voice of yours."
You whined into his shoulder, burying your face into the smell of cinder on his skin. Then your eyes widened and you made a hoarse shrieking noise, pushing against his chest. Didn't he realize it was dangerous to be here? You were dangerous! He could get hurt, he could die, the heroes could show up! Nononononono. He had to go! "Not safe."you choked out and Dabi rolled his eyes. Shoving your face back into the crook of his neck, and pulling the rest of you into his lap. "Come on pretty thing, you're not gonna hurt me. Just breathe."
He sounded so soothing. So sure of himself. Hand skillfully running up and down your back, humming softly. You shuddered under his words, letting your broken mind slip into the palms of his hands. His words echoed with that familiar smirk, able to hear it over see it. "You did so well. My little Banshee. You did the right thing."
It was far from healing, far from fixing the leg numbing trauma, but it felt wonderful to have him agree with you. To justify your actions. You had done the right thing. You'd helped the world. Got rid of those filthy, disgusting heroes. Got rid of the worst of them all. It was...it had to be...the right thing. You whined as he picked you up, carrying you back to the bed and laying you down gently. His thumb running over the bloody holes on your lips, "Why?"
"I don't...I don't want to hurt you. Or our family. I can't control it." you whispered, even that broken and hoarse as your vocal chords threatened to collapse. Dabi hushed you, kissing the column of your throat and gently running his hands up and down it as though he could massage the pain away. He couldn't stop himself from feeling the way his heart pounded holding you. How beautiful you looked in this blood and fear and madness. Sitting on the verge of some great understanding, watching him carefully. "Oh pretty thing. You're not going to hurt me. Or the league. They're all safe."
"But I could!"
"But you won't." he snapped back, clapping a hand over your mouth. The glare in his eyes left no room for argument, and you nodded weakly. He smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "For what its worth, you're my hero."
You flinched at the words, curling closer into his chest and he chuckled. His arms wrapping tight around your waist and collapsed on the bed next to you. "What was it you said? There are no heroes or villains. Just those doing what they think is right? Is that what you think? That you did the right thing?"
It was a long pause before you could answer. Weighing your words before speaking. In the end, hadn't you done the world a favour. Got rid of pesky heroes, got rid of All Might, freed yourself of the torture that past had laid on you. At what point had your actions been wrong? Because society said so? Bullshit. You did what anyone else would have done in your place.
You we're in the right.
This was right.
Even if it wasn't, who was going to stop you?
"Yes."
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Yamada crushed the news paper in his hands. Two weeks of the same report. All Might killed by his sister. His sister still missing. No news except the raise in crime rates and the constant mourning of a hero. Only glimpses of her face in cameras. Not a hint. Not a clue. She'd vanished into the air after the most successful villain attack in history. He unfolded the newspaper again, running his hands over the hospital record picture of you, lips stitched shut. Had this been his fault? For letting them lock you away?
"You can't go after her." Aizawa said across the bedroom, his gaze to the window but he could still hear the pained breathing across the room. Hizashi chuckled, throwing the newspaper to the floor. "I know. Endeavour's on it. Don't get in the way of the new number one."
"You're gonna do it anyway?"
"Of course I am! She's my sister!" Hizashi yelled, thudding his head on the head board. Aizawa sighed but he nodded, "I don't know what you're talking about. You were here all weekend."
Hizashi looked up to him, grabbing his pants from the side of the bed and started to dress. "Thanks Shouta." he smiled softly, taking one last glance of the newspaper. He had to do better.
How in the hell was he going to fix what even All Might failed to do?