Saviour

Damn It Servant

   Hinata wakes up to a strange noise. 

   He frowns, tilting his head to the side as he listens to the weird rumbling noise, feeling a rush of panic shoot through him. He sucks in a sharp breath as he desperately tries to steady his now-shaking hands. 

   One of those. . .horrendous children have found him already?! What could be done, there has to be a way out of this. . .

   There is no way out of this. This is how he is fated to die, isn't it, so why wait any longer? His most-pathetic hacking gun will do nothing against whatever those children have planned for him. He should just resolve himself to his fate, correct?

   With a heavy sigh, he slowly staggers to his feet, hands held up in a gesture of surrender as he raises his head to meet the eyes of the intruder. Would it be the boy with the blue hair or the patchy mask? Or the girl with the long pink ponytails? How about the red-headed boy who keeps prancing around bragging about how he's the leader of the whole damn town? Or maybe it's even the girl in the wheelchair. . .yes, he could sense a lot of despair radiating off of her.

   But to his surprise, it's none of those children. Because Servant himself is staring back at him with an unimpressed look on his face. He has a collar and a chain dangling from his neck and his arms are neatly folded across his chest. 

   "Ah, Hinata-kun, how hopeless you are!" He exclaims, "Submitting yourself to despair without even a fight, how truly hopeless, no wonder you weren't an Ultimate-aside from your lack of talent of course. But if you want to survive in a world like this, you need to fight, Hinata-kun." 

   The brunet's eyes widen in surprise. Servant's back?! And he's okay?! What the hell happened to that guy? Why does he have a collar locked around his neck? It must hurt and probably makes it hard to breathe. 

   What Servant said truly pissed him off (not that he was entirely wrong of course) but for some reason he was glad to see that Servant is alive and well. 

   Hinata grits his teeth. "What the hell are you even talking about? Where have you even been all this time? Do you know how worried I've been?!"

   Servant blinks. "I see that anxiety has only fueled your rage and not your hope. . ," His eyes fall to the thick wristband around the former Reserve's wrist and he smiles, ". . .Ah. You thought I was one of the Warriors of Hope coming to hunt you? And you merely resolved yourself to your fate? How sad. I pity you."

   The brunet's gaze hardens. "How the hell do you know about all of that? And care to explain that collar and chain around your damn neck?"

   "Full of questions, aren't we? Why don't we sit down and we'll talk about it?"

   The fluffy-haired despair gently takes Hinata's arm and pulls him further back into the old coffee shop. He pulls him around behind the counter and seats them both on the ground.

   "I couldn't stand not knowing about the Warriors Of Hope and what they're capable of," He begins, grinning at the ground, "The best solution I came up with was to allow myself to be captured by them. Is it strange, Hinata-kun? I'm an actual servant now! I am free to wander about the city when I am not on duty and am permitted to visit you during my nightly patrols so I will never leave you again, I promise."

   "Are you even allowed to be here right now?"

   "Sure, why ever not? Besides if I step out of line I'll be killed on site. Otherwise the Monokumas can't touch me," He picks up his wrist, examining the band, ". . .Huh. I figured this would happen to you but I didn't expect it to happen so soon. . ."