Tired eyes glare forward, hands clenching the steering wheel as they drove down the dark road. It stretched forever beyond, trees reaching up far beyond sight and into the sky, leaves reaching over the dark path. Moonlight trickled down between the leaves, yet it was quickly fading as clouds rolled over the sky.
“I think we’re lost.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Dabi, we’re literally on a long ass, stretchy dark country road at 3 AM with spooky scary skeletons playing on the radio. And how does that fucking happen? Obviously, we’re in a horror movie.”
The tattooed male turned to the driver, raising a dark brow. “I mean, you’re the one driving.” Dabi shrugged, grinning crookedly.
“You’re the one with the directions.” Shigaraki hissed, scowling as he continued to drive down the so far straight road. It was a while before either of them spoke again, staring ahead quietly as the radio blared the same damn music over and over and over.
“Stop.” Dabi spoke up suddenly, eyes glistening. “Turn right.”
Shigaraki raised a brow, but turned right into the looming forest. “What the fuck? Why are we here?” He turned his glare onto Dabi, face screwed up in confusion. Dabi only smiled, and leaned back in the passenger seat as Shigaraki drove.
It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Dabi, he just was worried. He didn’t know what he was worried about either, deciding to shove the feeling aside and focus on the dark dusty road. As he looked closer, he could see small statues covered in moss dotting the sides, and in the corner of his eye he swore he saw one turn its head.
But that couldn’t be, no. He was just tired; so he opted to ignore that too and stop the car in the large clearing surrounded by trees. He had stopped a yard or two away from an old, beaten down wooden moss covered shrine. Soft lights flickered around it, which he quickly figured out were lanterns hanging from the giant, thick trees surrounding it.
He raised an eyebrow as Dabi got out of the car, gesturing for him to follow. Shigaraki slowly got out of the car. He left his keys in the ignition just in case he had to fucking run, but followed after Dabi.
He stopped next to his partner, and looked up at the old shrine. A large stone Kitsune stood on the left side of the path, on its hind legs and looming over everything as its five tails curled in the air. On the right, a large stone Nekomata sat, its split tail curled around it’s paws.
“What are we doing here?” He questioned again, eyes not leaving the two statues. He heard Dabi sigh, and he gave a cry as pain slammed into his back.
He looked down shakily, eyes widening as he stared down at the tip of the knife protruding in the middle of his stomach dripping blood. He looked up at Dabi as he cupped it, uttering a whisper of “Why?”
And as he fell to the shivering dew covered grass, Dabi turned and walked away. He heard his car pull out, and he gave a whimpered cry as agony washed over him. Did Dabi really just… stab him and leave him to die?
He felt cold. He didn’t believe it, but as black swarmed his eyesight he looked up to the shrine shakily, and the fire lanterns had gotten closer. As his eyes slipped closed, the two grinning faces of a pale furred Kitsune and a black furred Nekomata stared down at him.
And then the world turned black, and all he could hear were bells.