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From the Pinnacle	By : SilencedDarling Category: +M to R > My Hero Academia Views: 595 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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On a regular day it is hard to process many of the things going on in the medical field. So, to have that day flipped and gutted was not an easy task to stomach. So, for Chie, her mind was left to race and wander. A slurry of questions intermingled in her anxious mind as she attempted to situate herself, legs now swung off of the side of the bed. The envelope had been pulled open, the papers scattered and strewn on the bed. Attempts to make heads or tails of what was going on flew through her mind as she gave off an audible, frustrated sigh.
Her life was going on pause for something that people in her family wanted her to train to begin with. “I guess it has to come full circle somehow,” she states, lifting a hand up toward her face. The heel of her hand wipes away the tears from her face, but more soon fall to replace them. “You were right, Dad. Congratulations.” It is a cryptic statement that she speaks into existence as she shifts over toward the supplies in the room.
Settling on the edge of the cabinet, she pulls out some gauze, bandage, and all the fun stuff. Taping a cotton ball down to her I.V. site, she slowly pulls the needle free as a whooshing little breath leaves her lips. It stings, but it will heal easily enough. Avoiding spurting blood all over the place is the main goal so that the hole can seal itself over. The pole itself is pushed away as she begins to carefully pry the monitors away from her skin.
The itch of remaining adhesive touches upon her senses, but she opts to ignore it for now. Hands begin to rummage through the drawers as she pulls out her scrubs that had been contaminated with various bodily fluids from her ordeal. Lifting it up to her face, she gives a sniff of the clothing, and a disgusted look crosses along her features.
“Ain’t so glamorous, is it? The smell sort of sticks with you for a bit.” A familiar gruff voice speaks out toward her from across the room– at her bed. She twists around to gaze at Dabi now looking over her suspension paperwork, and she holds the scrubs up against her chest.
“Haven’t you already caused me enough issues?” The words ooze out with a certain venom attached to them. “All of this is your god damned fault anyways.”
Silence lingers in the air between them for a few moments, and the man gives a grin soon afterwards. “...so, that’s what it takes for you to stand up to me, huh? A little bit of career ruining news?”
Before she even knows what comes over her, the soiled scrubs are thrown in the man’s direction as a frustrated cry leaves her lips. Admittedly, it is not the best move in this situation, but she most certainly acts on the impulses that thrive inside of her mind for the time being.
As the clothing comes toward him, they go up in brilliant blue flames by a look alone. The ashes begin to flutter down toward the ground. It is quite the mess that will have to be cleaned up. “...look at you, now you’re going to have to sneak out of here in a patient’s gown because of your rash– aha– decisions. Rash, ash. Get it?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“You know, aren’t you even going to ask me how I know about all of this?” He states, coming to sit on the edge of the bed. His arms cross over his chest, one leg coming over the other as he watches her intently. It is almost like he is sizing her up. “You’d think it wouldn’t be public knowledge, huh? What if it’s all over the news?”
For a moment, the fight seems to be suckered out of her like letting the air out of a balloon. Her features grow pale as she stiffens up like a board, and there’s no doubt that it looks like she may begin crying again– if it weren’t for the fact that this was the guy that put her in this situation, she likely would have sprung a leak by now. One could easily consider it hanging by a thread at this point. Though, for the time being, she draws in a breath to attempt to steady that anxiety building up within her core. “How do you know?” She states it in the most cold tone of voice that she could muster, but she sounds about as imposing as a mouse.
“Don’t get all water-worky on me. It isn’t on the news.”
Immediately, the tension in her shoulders releases, causing them to fall as she gives off a relieved sigh.
“I eavesdropped on your conversation. Guess they didn’t know that I’d be back to get some stuff out of this room.” He seems smug about it, that’s for sure. Though, he wasn’t going to let on the fact that it was something that stemmed from his father intimidating the board and threatening to cut off support. He knew that the old man had something in mind regarding it, but what it specifically was? It was beyond him at this point, so…
Why not throw his own kinks into the plan? Despite being a part of the agency dedicated to his father, it was always fun to mess with him and throw him for loops. By no stretch was he the ‘golden boy’ like his younger brother was, but he was all raw power– something that he knew his father wanted to keep under thumb, or… that’s what Endeavor liked to believe.
“Figures.” She spits it out as she moves over, making an attempt to collect the papers now. Before she could, though, the man would swipe them right up, holding them up. A pair of black rimmed glasses is pulled out as he begins to scan over the words written down, standing and moving as Chie attempts to snatch them from his grasp.
“Stop it.” He states, snickering all the while. “I already know. What do you think I’m going to get? Your personal information? If I wanted it, I could have it.” He chides, stopping abruptly. This causes her to run right into him, a hand lifting upwards to continue to attempt to snatch them away.
It appears that he is rather quite good at the game of ‘keep away’, unfortunately.
“Six months or you lose your residency.” He repeats it, and she freezes up, staring at him with those glassy eyes. “Six months to master a quirk. Something you’ve been denying all this time? Something you’re born with, huh?”
He was a rat. It burns her up inside to know that this man, this absolute shitshow, was a professional hero– and he was allowed to be here, to be rubbing salt further into her wounds. Shoving her form away from his, she brings her fists down by her sides as she squeezes them back into their white knuckled grip. The thread was beginning to snap. “Yeah. Born with it. That doesn’t mean it has to define me. Just like it defines ALL of you Todorokis, huh? All you people are are just thugs with the control of fire, and you don’t even do that right, do you? You came into the emergency room burnt to a fucking crisp because you backfired on yourself!”
A clear nerve is soon struck in the man as he scoffs audibly, and the papers soon go up in flame, scattering around her. The resources that had been lined out for her, all the paperwork that she needed to sign– gone. In an instant, the outline to the next six months was given to her and immediately snatched away. Who’d believe her when she told them that a professional hero had come into her room and burned it all up?
No one. So, perhaps that’s one of the reasons why her knees buckled beneath her. Dropping down to the ground, she touches the ashes left behind. Shaky breaths leave her lips as she stares at the blackened tips of her fingers. The tears soon come out to play again, streaming down along her cheeks.
The man comes to kneel down in front of her, leering in her direction: “So, are you going to keep spouting stupid shit that you know nothing about?” His tone has dropped into something dangerous as his fingers swipe along the ashes on the ground. “You know nothing about my family dynamic except for the eccentric shit they plaster on the news. Who would’ve thought a shitshow like you would have time to watch the news anyways. For a medical student, you’re not very smart, are you?”
Like a child playing with finger paint, he begins to mix the ashes, soot, and tears on her face. “Stop touching me–...” His fingers heat up like a warning shot, and the words hitch in her throat as she gives a miserable little hiccup. Those fingers of his brush beneath her eyes, above them on her eyelids. Continuing along, an amused smirk crosses along his features. It looks almost like the faded black of corpse face paint.
One hand comes to grasp at her chin, and the other comes to his mouth as he licks at his fingertips, swiping more of the ash mixture off of the ground. His four fingers come to swipe down along her lips, giving lines composed of his saliva and the ash.
A shudder of disgust leaves her, and he begins to move her chin around, examining her like some kind of piece of art.
“Sorry, I got engrossed in making you into what you really are— a dead woman walking. Unless you listen to me, and you listen to me very carefully, Chie Shuzenji.”
There’s a burning to her gaze as she shoots him a glare. Color hadn’t returned to her features besides the makeshift ‘face paint’ that he had made for her. She didn’t have it in her to process being embarrassed by his actions.
“For your six months, you’re going to come work with me at my father’s agency. Consider it… hmm, doing a service to someone that you put in danger with a lack of control of your quirk?” The taunting manner that he talks to her causes knots of anger to form in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t even know if that was an acceptable course of action, and in her mind? It absolutely was not. “It’ll be great, huh? Two people that can’t control what they got, ya know?”
He leans in closer, but there’s nothing inherently sweet about it. He’s blackmailing her, knowing the sheer desperation in her situation. His nose touches at the one that he had greyed out, invading what little personal space that she had left.
For a moment, she finds herself calculating how fast she could be if she rocked her head back, smashed her forehead into that nose, and then took the damage onto herself so he couldn’t blame her for it, but…
With all the ash that had fallen here, who’s to say she wouldn’t become the next charred set of remains? Who’d miss her besides her grandmother, anyways?
Then, it clicks after a moment: Her grandmother. She had to speak with her, but… As for this situation?
“Fine.” It is spat out in a bitter way. “...but you need to take me out of here undetected and I need to go to U.A.”
The man pulls back, a chiding sound of laughter leaving his chest as he watches her. “...Yeah. I’ll even get you a change of clothing so we don’t have to go into U.A. and people ask me why I’m toting around an ashy little corpse girl in a hospital gown, huh?”
There was no shortage of ire that she felt in the deep pit of her stomach for him. Forcing herself away from him, she comes upwards to a stand. “Okay.” Her response is cut from a short cloth as she looks around the area, and she moves to collect her bag, stuffing all of her necessary items inside of it.
“Someday soon, yeah? Before the nurses decide to do their next round?”
“...can you just shut up? For like, two seconds? Is it that hard? Do you have to make everyth–...”
A yelp leaves her as she suddenly finds his long jacket tossed over her head, and he wraps it around her. His arm shifts down and he tucks it around her, beginning to usher her along. It seems that the advice for silence is taken.
For now, at least.
Where the next step would take them was hard to tell, but so far? She hates it, but for Dabi? He’s absolutely reveling in her torment.
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