Chapter Text
So…
They had kidnapped a child.
A literal fucking child.
He had kidnapped a literal fucking child.
What was wrong with him?
Dabi shook his head, then sunk down deeper into the couch, flexing his arm a little to get rid of the sting the needle had left just moments ago. There was a small smile on his lips when he felt his brain slow down, together with the rest of his body. Hell, together with the rest of the fucking world.
A rush of calmness and pleasure went through his body, his limbs grew heavy and his eyes slid closed while he exhaled.
He really didn’t feel like dealing with his own twisted thoughts right now. He could still see those mismatched eyes staring at him. Filled with hatred. Disgust. Recognition? Probably not.
Dabi chuckled. Wouldn’t it be funny if his baby brother would find out he was still alive the same moment he kidnapped his friend?
He blinked, forcing his eyes open to stare at the ugly ceiling. There was mould there. Ugh.
“Oi, Dabi,” A voice distantly called from his left and Dabi’s head lolled over towards it, but his vision was too blurry, he couldn’t make out the person who was standing in the doorway. Was that a person? Huh probably. He smiled.
“What?”
The figure came closer and Dabi blinked, lifting his head a little when he felt his semi-consciousness beginning to slip further away from him. Green flashed through his line of sight. Oh, Spinner.
Dabi sighed and dropped his head again, not feeling like holding it up any longer and he directed his glance back up towards the mouldy ceiling. Spinner stepped in front of the couch and seemed to scan the floor with his eyes, then he sighed deeply.
“What’re you on?” He asked and Dabi shrugged. Did it matter?
“The good shit,” He mumbled and didn’t look towards his colleague to see his reaction. He heard Spinner shuffle awkwardly, then he cleared his throat.
“Right. Okay. Uh… I’ll get you a glass of water. Tomura wanted you at the bar in like… twenty minutes, but I guess I should better text him and say you can’t?”
Dabi blinked confused. “Why the fuck does he want me at the fucking bar?” He asked and Spinner shrugged.
“Well… I guess he wants you to watch the explosive kid. Also, none of us like you being here on your own while we’re at the bar. For… obvious reasons.” Rude.
Dabi groaned, then he ran a hand down his face and sighed deeply. Right. Yeah. The kid. Which he kidnapped. In front of his baby brother.
Fuuuuuck.
“Yeah. Sure. Uh… give me… ten minutes,” He slurred, slowly pushing himself off the couch, while Spinner awkwardly raised his hands to support him without touching him. He obviously had no idea what to do.
“Are… are you sure? Maybe… just sleep it off? And I’ll stay with you? Tomura won’t be happy, but…”
Dabi waved him off, swaying badly when he finally got both his feet below himself, then he gestured towards the bathroom. “I’m just gonna… ya know. Be right back.”
Spinner nodded hesitantly and even though Dabi made several rude gestures to get him to back the fuck off, he still accompanied him towards the bathroom door, his hands cautiously raised.
Well… it wouldn’t have been the first time he’d have to catch a passed out drugged up Dabi, who had overestimated his abilities.
But hey, this time he made it into the bathroom without incident and even promised to leave the door unlocked.
For a moment, or maybe even a few minutes, he just leaned against the door and stared blankly into the void inside his own brain. Silence. Was that too much to ask for? Silence all around. On the outside and on the inside.
He just needed to forget the angry look in those mismatched eyes, just forget the guilt eating away at him equally strong as the hunger, just forget the dead feeling inside of him. It was funny, feeling apathetic and guilty at the same time.
Dabi sighed, then he pushed himself off the door and stumbled towards the sink, brushing some of his hair out of his sweaty face before looking into the cracked mirror.
He looked utterly miserable.
And dead.
Not just dead on his feet (that too), but he could see it in his own eyes. The lack of life. The apathy.
He sighed, switching up the handle of the sink, waiting patiently until the water managed to force its way past the chalk clogging the tap. As quickly as possible, he threw a handful of water into his face, hoping it might wake him up enough so he wouldn’t look completely high and depressed.
He looked up into the mirror and pulled a grimace. Yeah now. Worse. Wow. He needed a shower, he decided, when he pulled at one of his hair strains which was sticking with ash.
Dabi sighed deeply and very carefully started to pull the dirty clothes off, trying his best and failing not to irritate his already loose staples in the meantime.
It took him about twenty minutes to take a shower, since he slipped once and dissociated twice, but in the end, he emerged from the bathroom with slightly wet hair, a violently red bruise on his shoulder and eyes that looked slightly more awake.
Well… who was he kidding. He still looked drugged out of his mind, but maybe he looked threatening enough to keep a fucking teenager quiet for a few hours. He could maybe just sit in a room with him and enjoy the silence. Maybe play some Angry Birds on his phone in the meantime…
*
“THE FUCK YOU GUYS WANT FROM ME!? HUH? YOU SO FUCKING STUPID YOU THINK YOU CAN TURN ME INTO ONE OF YOU CREEPS AND MAKE ME JOIN OR SORRY EXCUSE OF HOMELESS FUCK-UPS?!”
Dabi immediately wanted to turn around and leave the bar again.
His head hurt and wow that kid had a loud voice. And he didn’t seem to be finished. Oh, not at all.
“YOU FUCKING KNOW I’LL BLOW YOUR FACES OFF! JUST TAKE THESE OFF AND YOU’LL FIND OUT JUST HOW FRIENDLY I CAN BE! I DARE YOU! COME ON YOU FUCKING COWARDS!”
He rubbed his eyes and swayed over towards the counter, where Tomura had his head lying on the wood, Magne stared at the wall with a dead expression on her face, Twice looked like he was crying while holding his ears, Toga had her headphones in and her music up way too loud, and Kurogiri was hovering impartially next to them all.
“The fuck’s going on here?” Dabi asked as a greeting and Tomura’s head snapped up, looking towards him. He opened his mouth to respond, then he tilted his head slightly and narrowed his eyes to slits.
Dabi looked away, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“You’re high,” Tomura said. Not judging, just as a matter of fact.
Dabi still felt judged. In a way. He knew his leader didn’t approve. And he shouldn’t give a single fuck about his approval, but… ugh.
“And?” He asked defensively and out of the corner of his eyes he could see Tomura glancing past him towards Spinner, then back at him again.
“Can you keep it together to watch the kid for a few hours? We got business to handle.”
He shrugged. “Sure. Shouldn’t be too hard.”
“HEY I’M TALKING TO YOU FUCKERS! COME IN HERE AND LET’S HAVE A CHAT! I’LL BLOW THOSE FUCKING HANDS OFF YOUR LEADER’S FUCKING FACE!”
Tomura raised an eyebrow as if he was daring Dabi to repeat his statement. “Right,” He mumbled, then slid off his chair and gestured for Toga, Spinner and Magne to follow him. Dabi sighed, waving lazily, before turning towards the door leading to the back room. A hand on his arm however made him flinch back and stopped him from approaching though.
He blinked and looked up, tilting his head. Magne was lucky he liked her.
She smiled and pulled her hand back. “Sorry. You good?” She asked and for a moment Dabi was confused, then he remembered the drugs pumping through his system and made an “ah” sound of realisation.
“Yeah. Totally. Now fuck off to that job of yours.”
Magne chuckled. He was lucky she never took him too seriously. “You have fun too. Call me if things change though, alright?”
He just hummed and turned away again. He wouldn’t. But the sentiment was nice. He guessed.
“HEY!” The kid screamed again and Dabi kicked the door open.
“Fuck’s sake kid! Shut the fuck up or I’ll shut you up!” He grumbled back and the teenager actually had the decency to at least look confused at his sudden appearance. Or his appearance in general. Well… He was swaying, his clothes were still dirty and his spine hurt too badly to even attempt to walk straight today.
Wow he really must look intimidating, huh?
“See? Not that hard.”
Aaand the kid started again.
“Hey you fucker! Let me go! What do you even want from me? I’m not going to join your fucking stupid gang of high school drop-outs! How often do I have to repeat myself? I’m. Not. Going. To. FUCKING JOIN!” He yelled and Dabi pulled a grimace, rubbing his forehead with a deep sigh.
“I know,” He finally said, shrugging and sinking down onto the only other chair left in the room. It wasn’t a comfortable one. Maybe he could convince Kurogiri later to bring him an actual armchair or something.
The kid blinked. “Then why the fuck are you assholes keeping me here? Just go ahead and kill me or let me the fuck out of here.”
Dabi studied him. He sure had a fun vocabulary for a hero in training. He ran a hand down his face again. His arms and legs were so heavy. And wow, the world was getting slow again. He sighed, blinking. He reached towards the table and grabbed a half-finished water bottle which was still placed there from their last meeting and finished it in one go.
When was the last time he had water?
Uh… a few days? His brain helpfully supplied.
Right. Their water supply had run out, so they were living off the drain in the bar, but that tasted like fucking chalk and considering that all three, Spinner, Toga and Dabi had started to have some severe stomach age and throat issues, that water probably wasn’t the best idea. So they had just stopped for now.
Wasn’t a big deal. Their fridge was dead as well, so it just wasn’t an eating or drinking time at the moment.
Drugs helped. They took the edge off the burning hunger deep in his body.
“HEY ASSHOLE I’M TALKING TO YOU!”
The kid’s voice tore him out of his thoughts and Dabi blinked. When had he closed his eyes. And why was he staring at the ceiling now? Oh, his head had lolled backwards, even though that was fucking uncomfortable on a chair like this.
He sighed. “What? Right. Uh…”
The kid studied him, then he scoffed. “Are you fucking stoned right now?”
Dabi chuckled. “Better,” He mumbled and the kid frowned deeply, his anger still clear on his face, but mixed with something else now. “I hope you fucking overdose on that shit.”
Dabi hummed, nodding, a soft smile on his face now. “Same.”
The kid blinked. “W-what the fuck man?”
He laughed, then sighed deeply and titled his head, studying the kid. Baku-something if he remembered correctly.
“Wanna know why you’re still here?”
The kid raised an eyebrow and stared at him with angry eyes. “Obviously, asshole.”
Dabi leaned forwards as if he wanted to share a secret with him. Then he grinned. “Because we have no fucking clue what we’re doing.”