“I didn’t need the stupid job anyway,” you grumbled to yourself, work box in hand with all of your desk belongings in it.
You wobbled on your work issued heels as you stumbled down the sidewalk and cursed as you teetered sideways, almost falling into the gutter.
“Burn in hell the lot of you,” you mumbled drunkly.
Only 5 hours ago, you had been called to the bosses office. You had worked so hard on your KPI’s this month and you had gone above and beyond, aiming for that promotion.
As it usually goes, you thought this was the call! You were a sure in for that sweet bump up the corporate ladder but instead of being promoted, you got let go!
That younger worker, who had just been hired, was cheaper and, well, the company was conveniently were cutting costs… which meant that you were the first to go.
“I can get something much better!” you half yelled into the cool night air, your yell setting off a dog from behind a nearby fence.
As you swayed along the quiet back street, you could smell something burning. It did register in your brain- that something was wrong, but you didn’t really take too much notice of it- being half off your face and all
As you passed an alleyway, someone stepped out behind you and wrapped one gnarled hand around your mouth and another around your waist and dragged you backwards into the darkness.
Being drunk as heck, you thought you had reacted quickly but it was a good 6 seconds before you made any noise or attempt to free yourself, and by that time you were back first up against the brick wall with your assailant in front of you, hand still over your mouth.
You screamed into their palm, your drunken gaze trying to decipher them in the darkness.
“Want to react any slower?” Your captor asked sarcastically in a low sinister voice, “its a good think I like to do my burning slowly, otherwise I wouldn’t have got to hear your pretty voice screaming.”
As they spoke, you couldn’t feel their hand getting warmer… then hot… then hotter and you started to struggle to free yourself.
Suddenly they let you go and you gasped for air and reached a hand to your face.
“You’re so drunk it’s not even fun to burn you like this. My dead grandmother moves faster than you.”
“Kill me then. I don’t care,” you mumbled drunkly, “then they’ll see the headlines and believe they killed me and it will haunt them till their dying day.”
“Heh,” the dark figure chuckled, “the way you talk.. you sure you don’t want to become a villain?”
“Maybe?” you mumbled, staggering sideways and grabbing for the wall.
“Or do you really want to die?” the figure asked, grabbing you around your throat again and pinning you back against the wall, the heat in his hand starting to come on fast again.
You took a ragged breath in and looked into his eyes.
The pain from his searing heat was starting to sober you up real quick and your eyesight was getting better in the dark.
“Your eyes,” you whispered hoarsely, “turquoise…”
His hand tightened around your neck.
“What’s your name?” you choked out, unable to get your words out easily.
“Dabi,” he growled, “repeat it when you get to the gates of the afterlife. I want them to know how many lives I’ve taken.”
“Kiss me,” you rasped.
The pressure and heat against your skin increased and you thought for sure he was going to crush your windpipe but then he lessened it and suddenly his chapped lips were against yours.
That immediately second, you were completely sober and 300% aware of what was going on. His lips were extremely cold and thickened with heavy scarring but his mouth was hot and as his tongue met yours you could taste the lightest hint of ash.
The kiss deepened and the staples at the corners of his mouth rubbed against your supple lips and mouth, making you aware of something other than the overwhelming heat of his tongue.
You weren’t sure how long you kissed for but once he had pulled back- everything went black.
Late the next day, you rolled over, popping one eye open and seeing your dresser beside the bed.
Well… usually there was one dresser but in your very hungover state you saw two and groaned loudly as you shut your eyes again and shifted onto your back.
“What happened last night?” you thought, trying to remember the events from the bar to home.
You remembered getting fired.
Then walking back to your desk and getting your items.
You definitely remembered trying not to cry as you hopped onto the train with your small box of belongings and avoided eye contact with those around you- They all knew what had happened the second they saw your box of things.
You remembered getting off the train at your stop and walking straight to the local pub where you drank your sorrows away…
Then the next part all became a little hazy.
You had made it home. So that was good… but…
You reached to your neck and touched it then withdrew your hand with fright.
“Why does my neck sting?!”
Forgetting about your hangover, you jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom mirror to see what was there.
Your reflection, combined with the throbbing in your head, made you reel back from the mirror and fall on your knees as you grabbed for the toilet- throwing up heavily into the porcelain bowl
“What happened?! Why do I look like that?!”
You pulled back from the toilet after throwing up, and stood before the mirror again. Your cheeks, mouth, and front of your neck, were all burned really badly. Black, charred skin with clear fluid filled welts lined your flesh and you let out a small whimpering noise of disbelief.
“Who did this?!”
Stumbling back into your bedroom, you were about to fall back into bed when a small piece of paper on the nightstand caught your attention so you picked it up.
“Call 98xx xxxx. We have a job offer…”
“Who on earth?!”
You sat down on the side of the bed and squinted your eyes then closed them, wracking your brain to try and remember what had happened between the pub and home.
Small snippets of audio started to come back to you and a name popped into your head.
“Dabi.” You said out loud, looking up at your blank wall, “fire quirk. He…”
You touched your throat and lips again.
Then you remembered his lips on yours and your heart started racing.
Grabbing your mobile, you rang the number and waited.
The ringing tone buzzed away in your ear then finally the call connected but no one spoke.
“Hello?” you asked hesitantly.
“So you didn’t die then,” a cool voice said from the other end- the sound of the voice bringing everything back to you and suddenly you remembered every detail.
“Dabi,” you said, “your eyes. You…”
“So you do remember me then,” he said in a baritone voice, “I have a job offer for you but you need to meet me at a certain location. Come alone. And you just might get another kiss…”
He had disfigured you, those burn marks were from him. You remembered his seering hand around your throat… so explain WHY you were suddenly turned on by the prospect of seeing him again?!”
“O-Ok I’m coming,” you said, standing up, “give me the location…”
He said where to meet and you hung up and quickly changed clothes and put a heavy scarf on to hide your scars.
*6 months later*
“The villain duo, known as ‘the feared scars’ have, again, terrorized the east end of Tokyo. Witnesses say they hear giggling and deep laughter late at night when the stench of burning flesh is at its strongest,” the news caster said, “authorities have warned local residents to stay indoors after dark, until the duo can be caught.”
You grinned at Dabi as you snuggled into his side.
“They’ll never catch us,” you reassured him, “if they do… we’ll just burn them…”
“That’s my girl,” he crooned with a smirk, bending his head down to kiss the top of yours.
~ END ~