Chains (Servant Nagito X Reader)

Chapter 10: Let The Mission Commence!

"Mom?"

"Yes, child?" The lady sat in front of the mirror with her back to the curious little girl in her silk slip and white knickers.

"Is dad coming home tonight?"

"I think so. He asked me to make dinner...why do you ask?" The lady placed a small round comb in the neat parting of her sleek, long hair and pulled it through strands of raven black.

"Well...I don't like it when dad takes me to the room with the machines...and surgeons who always wear masks around me, like I'm a disease..."

The lady froze for a second, the wooden comb clattered to the floor.
"Well, child..." She spoke after a while, staring at the comb.
"Since your dear old dad's not here...pray tell, what do they do to you in there?"

The child trembled as there was suddenly a huge crack of thunder;

"I don't understand at all. All they do is to take me to this huge green room with a bed and six surgeons, it's dark in there and they always give me candy, but as soon as I eat it I fall asleep and when I wake up again there's a lot of tubes attached all around here and here-"

she explained, touching her head and her chest.
"And my head hurts so awfully bad sometimes-"

The woman turned around and opened her arms to the kid on the bed.
"Come here, child."

She eagerly leapt off the bed and dashed across the room into the mother's bosom, who stroked her hair, a miniature copy of her own.
"If I tell you a secret like you told me one of yours just now, would you keep quiet about it?"

"Of course! I never tell secrets to anybody!"

"Good girl," the mom sniffled, pulling the toddler up onto her lap. "You know, out of all the three of you sisters..."
Her voice lowered into a whisper, it could've been the pattering of rain echoing throughout the house.

"Out of the three of you...you are my favourite child."

"M-Me? Really?" The latter stammered, bewildered. "But why...mom, I don't even have a Talent, I c-can't ever make you proud-"

"You were the only daughter after whose birth I smiled..." Mom explained, rocking back and forth.
"And cried, at the same time. My happiness held no bounds, my heart swelled with gratitude to the doctor, the fact that you were born...is worth more than an Ultimate for me."

"Gratitude...to the doctor? What about God?

The Mom caressed her plump, pudgy little arms, bearing the markings of tubes piercing and knives cutting, bandaids doing little to hide them.

"There is no god."
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"Good morning," Byakuya said, eating the piece of blueberry rhubarb as daintily as he could, being in the position of a man who spent all his time lying inside a prison starving.

"Good morning, Mister Byakuya. You'll be pleased to know, I have a lot to report."

"Carry on." He said expectantly, spraying crumbs all around. I suppose starvation eradicates the posh out of even the Ultimate Affluent Progeny.

"I managed to contact Toko and Komaru just a few days ago."

The blonde Ultimate didn't look up from his rhubarb, but seemed to be considering something quietly.