Chains (Servant Nagito X Reader)

Chapter 2: Blundering Child

The snow-haired Servant was more than willing to show me around. I thought it would be advisable to know my way around in the massive castle so I could escape or request an ambush from the exterior force if I wanted to. And here I thought it would be hard for me to gain their trust. All it took were a few photos and the directions Mr. Hagakure and Kirigiri-San had given me on adjusting believable emotion on my face.

"When you convince them that you're Junko's sister, you need to look sad and confident, yer hear me?"

"Sad and confident? Sorry, but aren't they conflicting expressions?"

"Yeah, like sad because you've lost 'er and everything; confident because yer pretending to be 'er younger sis."

"I'll...try my best."

Mr. Hagakure's instructions were vivid but I'd be lying if I said they didn't help even just a little. The food here was a little hard getting accustomed to, because it was so sweet. Typical of what you'd expect in a children's lair with no grown up monitoring. Many a times I resisted the urge to dispose of all that candy.

"My, look at you grimace!"

The Servant exclaimed in my sixth meal here, tinkling his laughter. We usually ate together in the long wooden dining table. The kids were either in their rooms playing and preferred to break all household rules meant for children- like have a bedtime.
"In case you're scared of getting something like diabetes, I can make you some porridge for tonight, if you'd like?"

I looked up at once.
"Yes. That would be great."

Soon, he was stirring a pot of porridge at the stove while I stood by. I noticed he'd never hold anything in the hand covered with the mitten. In fact, it seemed lifeless.

"What kind of music do you listen to?" The Servant questioned, spooning Greek yogurt into the pot. He drizzled some honey onto it too, tucking some of his voluminous hair behind his ear.

"What?"

"Oh. You're always listening to something on your earphones. Or are they headphones? I know nothing about technology! Especially since the past few years, you know. I don't remember the last time I listened to something."

"Ah, I usually listen to music boxes." Feeling self conscious, I pushed it harder into my ear.

"Do you...would you-" The Servant seemed to be paying a lot of attention to the boiling pot, but yet his eyes kept darting back and forth in a manner of hesitance.
"Would you...mind letting me- you know-?"

"You want to listen too?"
He stops stirring and stares at me from across the kitchen, looking oddly shocked.

"Well...that's what I planned on asking but I understand if you don't- um..."

I placed one of the airpods on the counter. He slowly walked towards it and plugged it in. The music slowly sunk it into his ears. In that moment, the slightly crazed and forceful expression of peace his eyes always beheld narrowed. His eyelids fluttered in silence as he gave up to the melody entirely, and closed his eyes against the gentle warm bubbling of the sweet-salty porridge.
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"I WANT ANOTHER ONE RIGHT NOW!" Masaru bawled, stamping his feet on the floor.
"I HAD ONLY ONE AND JATARO BROKE IT! I WANT A NEW JUNK MONOKUMA RIGHT NOW!"

"You know that's not possible, Masaru." Kotoko said, looking irritated. "We'd need to go into the factory and get a new one made because they only make the standard fighter Monokumas right now-"

"If I might say-" Servant raised his voice over the screaming, "If you think you can hold off the urge by playing with some of your favourite remote control cars-"