Lost & Found || ♡Komahina/Hinakoma♡

Part 1

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Komaeda carefully took a sleepy Monaca onto his lap, her body in a sort of rock-a-bye position. She was dusty and marked up with bruises, dirt, mud, decree, and many other things that the cloudette couldn't even begin to list. And he was also the exact same himself, but probably two times so. He spent most of his time trying to protect the young girl from danger, and that only resulted in him receiving the danger's outcomes instead. Almost every inch of his exposed skin was covered in something, very few small patches of clear skin to be seen. He probably smelt, too; not that he could tell, everything smelt when you lived in a destroyed city like Towa City. "Da- I mean, Servant," Towa mumbled tiredly, grogginess filtering her tone, "do you think you'd still be able to make those smoothies? There must be something nearby, those adult monsters would be idiots if they weren't full on smoothie stuff." She huffed a little bit. Her stomach growled as her hunger became more apparent.

The albino shook his head, softly but sadly chuckling. "No, I don't think so." He sighed, looking off at one of the broken buildings. While he was glaring off, he noticed something moving; it seemed spiky and tall. It was odd and almost scary, because you could never quite guess what would be lying around in Towa City. Hell, maybe at this point they actually progressed into making mutants that kill solely for the feeling of despair. With the state that the world was in right now, that was a realistic sort of reality. "Damn it," the green haired girl swore, groaning and pouting, "I hated your smoothies but now I kind of miss them." The confession was bittersweet, but Servant still appreciated it. Even the most sour of comments that came out of the Lil' Ultimate's mouth felt at least somewhat kind to him. But he wasn't as focused on the comment right now as he was on the moving object. He decided to point it out.

"Monaca, do you see that?" He hummed, pointing towards the moving spiky thing. She sat up from his lap, her eyes squinting to get a better look. She made a "bleh" noise, though beyond that point she ignored it and went back to lying down. If she was in her non-tired state, she probably would be freaking out about it or deciding that it may be an evil adult. It was almost sad to see, really. "We might need to hide," the servant decided aloud, picking up the young one. But as soon as he did that, a sudden large flash of pain struck through his thighs. Ah, right. He'd just been recently scarred in that area, so of course he couldn't walk that well. Especially when the bandages that he used were already dirty and probably were further infecting his wounds. He collapsed back down to the floor, scratching his knees in the process. Ow. "Ah.. Haha. Nevermind," he laughed, his eyebrows stitched up to show that he was downright worried.

The spiky-seeming figure turned around at the edge of the building, now heading towards the two. Thanks to how dark it was out here, the only color being a bloody red, it seemed really shadowed. But now that its figure was more revealed, Nagito could tell that it was indeed a person. And the spiky part was just this person's hair. They didn't seem to be occupied with any weapons, so maybe they weren't dangerous, but they may just be strong like a trucker man. Nagito did have a particular encounter with a few trucker men during his early days of this despair era, and he had to admit that that was probably one of his worst encounters ever. He got most of his long-lasting bruises from that, so with the possibility in mind he almost trembled. Even if he knew that he deserved it, he didn't like pain. It was never a nice feeling. But he couldn't move, even if he wanted to try and crawl away it'd be a large struggle thanks to Monaca.

The person came closer to the two, starting to pick up a pace to get there sooner. Their features started to become more apparent to Nagito, and when he recognized them all his head weirdly throbbed. This individual's hair was colored chestnut brown, their skin a pleasingly soft tan, and their eyes an amber-green. What they were wearing seemed really weirdly clean, as if they weren't living in this world for the past, what, two years? There wasn't a single dirty mark on their clothes, nor was it ripped at any angle. They must be really lucky, luckier than Komaeda. But these features beamed something within his memory, but he didn't know what it exactly was and when that memory even took place. He felt as though he'd seen this person before though. "If you're here to kill us and use us as food, I must advise that as a bad idea. We're quite dirty and infected, probably wouldn't make as a good meal!" The cloudette panicked and spouted. That was a possible outcome, them being used as a source of food. Many survivors at this point have indeed resorted to cannibalism.