Chapter 55 - Fury Unleashed

The world around you spun as the throbbing pain from your broken wings and tail fin coursed through your body. Each breath was a struggle, and every movement sent waves of agony through your bones, but you pushed yourself to rise. The dimly lit landscape around you felt surreal, a nightmare you were trapped within. You had no time to dwell on the pain as you focused on the battle unfolding before you.

All Might and All For One clashed violently, their fight sending shockwaves through the area. Wind gusts howled around you as they traded blows, the sheer force of their power causing the ground beneath your claws to tremble. You tried to shake off the dizziness, trying to gather your senses amidst the chaos.

Shigaraki stood at the edge, watching the battle between his master and the Symbol of Peace unfold with an almost detached interest, his gaze fixed on his enemies. His expression, however, was dark and unreadable—he was waiting for the right moment to strike, to ensure the destruction of all who opposed him.

You struggled to bring your mind control power to bear, trying desperately to focus on Shigaraki and force him into submission. But you quickly realized that your energy reserves were all but depleted. Your connection to your abilities was weak—too weak to overcome the overwhelming exhaustion that gripped you. The last remnants of your strength were slipping away, and your power failed you just when you needed it most.

Bakugo was gone. You couldn't feel his presence anywhere. Your mind raced with frustration and sadness, but there was no time to wallow. You knew they had left, and you couldn't blame them. The mission was too dangerous, and they had been forced to make decisions for their own survival. You had told them to leave, to save themselves, and they had listened.

But it didn't make the sting any less sharp.

You limped, your broken wings dragging against the ground, trying to move forward, trying to stay relevant in a battle that had already shifted beyond your control. All For One and All Might were locked in a brutal fight, neither willing to give up ground. You were but a spectator in this clash of titans, powerless and broken.

Your mind spun, your pulse racing as you realized just how vulnerable you were now. The League of Villains had you cornered, and without your strength, you were nothing but a target.

But you weren't ready to give in. Not yet.

The quiet voice of your past self echoed in your mind: "Even when you are weak, when you are broken, you fight on. It's the only way."

You steadied yourself, trying to ignore the pain that screamed through your body, and focused on one thing—survival. You needed to find a way out of this nightmare. You needed to protect what little remained.

But as the battle raged on, it seemed as if hope was slipping through your fingers. Would you survive this ordeal? Could you even rise up to face the chaos once again? Time was running out, and your future was uncertain, but you wouldn't stop fighting. Not while you still had a breath left in your lungs.

Even if your wings were broken, your heart still burned with defiance.

Dabi's eyes locked onto yours, the intense blue hue softening with something unspoken, something unexpected. His usual fiery, brash demeanor had faded, replaced by a rare, almost vulnerable expression. His voice, usually filled with malice, was now uncharacteristically gentle as he spoke. "I'm sorry about all of this," he muttered, his gaze not leaving yours.

Toga, who had been focused on something else, spun around at the sound of Dabi's words, her usual mischievous expression faltering as she saw the concern on his face. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion and worry as she looked between you and Dabi, her hands fidgeting nervously.

"What's going on, Dabi?" Toga asked, her voice laced with uncertainty, something rare for her. She clearly wasn't used to seeing her usually stoic and cold comrade show this kind of regret, especially not in front of you.

You could feel the weight of Dabi's apology hanging in the air, a strange shift that made the tension feel heavier. His words were unexpected—an apology from him? From the man who had caused you so much pain, so much fear? The words didn't seem to fit with the man you had come to know as the fiery, relentless member of the League of Villains.

"Why... why are you apologizing now?" you managed to rasp, despite the exhaustion and the pain from your broken wings. Your voice shook with a mix of confusion and anger, but there was a sliver of something else beneath it all—doubt. You wanted to know the truth, wanted to understand what was happening.

Dabi hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering as if wrestling with something deep inside. The flames that usually burned so brightly in his gaze now looked dimmer, a shadow of something more human, more remorseful.

"I didn't want it to be like this," he said quietly, stepping forward slightly, though not close enough to make you feel cornered. "I didn't want you to be trapped in all this madness... in my mess." His words were heavy, sincere even, which only left you feeling more uncertain about what he meant. The last thing you expected from someone like Dabi was guilt.

Toga continued to watch with wide eyes, her usual glee replaced by a kind of anxiety she rarely ever showed. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other as if unsure of how to react to the situation. Dabi's apology had thrown her off balance, and she seemed almost... protective of him in that moment.

You couldn't decide if this was just some twisted game or if Dabi was genuinely showing remorse. The weight of his words felt strange, almost like a crack in the wall he had carefully built around himself. Did it mean anything? Would he change?

You took a shaky breath, steeling yourself against the overwhelming confusion. "I don't know if I can believe you, Dabi. After everything you've done, after everything we've been through..." Your words trailed off, the pain of it all rising again, a fresh wave of anger and frustration building up in your chest. "But... you're right about one thing. This—none of this—was supposed to happen."

Dabi's eyes shifted briefly to the ground, the apology still lingering in the silence between you two. Toga, sensing the shift, stepped forward, her voice quivering a bit, though her usual cheer returned somewhat.

"Well, whatever! We have to stick together, right? Dabi's Dabi, and Y/n's Y/n, and we all just gotta—" Her words faltered when she saw the look Dabi gave her.

"Dabi..." Toga said softly, her face searching his. It was a strange sight to see the usually carefree villain so caught up in his own thoughts.

For a moment, it seemed like the three of you were suspended in an odd, uneasy peace—until the cold reality of the situation returned. The weight of the broken wings, the League's intentions, the violence that lay just beyond this moment, and the uncertainty of what came next.

But for now, the only thing that mattered was the moment at hand.

Dabi's apology hung in the air, but the question remained: Could you trust him? Could you ever trust someone like him again?

You stared at Dabi, a new resolve building within you. "But I can't let it end like this either," you said, your voice filled with determination despite the pain coursing through your body. The broken wings, the injuries you had sustained—they didn't matter anymore. This was bigger than just surviving; it was about reclaiming your freedom, your agency, your fight.

With a sharp, painful hiss, you flared one of your wings—the one that wasn't broken—but the action sent a bolt of searing pain through you. Yet you refused to falter, standing tall in defiance, your will stronger than ever.

"But Y/n, you can't fly!" Kurogiri's voice cut through the tension as he approached, his eyes filled with concern. Twice, ever the pessimist, nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, your wings are broken. You can't fight like this," Twice added, his usual manic grin replaced with genuine worry.

But you didn't back down. You lifted your chin, eyes burning with a fierce fire. You weren't just a dragon, not anymore. You were more. "A dragon, maybe. Nothing without their wings, but I'm a Night Fury," you said, a dangerous smile curling on your lips. "I don't need wings to fight."

The words were a declaration, not just of your resilience but of your identity. A Night Fury didn't rely on flight alone to fight. It was your will, your rage, your strength that defined you.

With that, you took a step back, slowly distancing yourself from them. Your purple eyes gleamed with unrelenting determination, a storm building in their depths. "Go home, guys," you said quietly, your voice still strong but laced with a hint of sadness. You knew they were concerned for you, but this was your fight now.

It was time to face what lay ahead.

Turning toward All Might and All For One, you felt the air shift. The world around you seemed to tremble with anticipation. You could feel the clash of powers in the distance. You were no longer just a captive or a pawn in this fight. No. You were reclaiming your destiny.

With a sudden movement, you called upon the rage that surged through you—the same fury that had been brewing within you all this time. You let it flow through your body, igniting the very skies around you. Electricity crackled in the air, gathering at the tip of your wings, and your roar echoed through the landscape, shaking the very earth beneath you.

The skies darkened, a storm building around you. Lightning arced through the air, illuminating the chaos. You were no longer a broken creature. You were a force. And no one—not All For One, not anyone—could stop you now.

The fight had just begun.