Chains (Servant Nagito X Reader)

Chapter 12: Inner Voices

The winter breeze developed an unsettling chill to it as the days flew past. It got colder and colder, whenever I held my fingertips under the tap water I could feel it. Summer dresses were shed, fleece and polyester; worn.
The awkwardness between me and Servant had never succumbed. He found a way to flee from every room I stayed in. As for sleeping, he never came to the bedroom at all.

Maybe it's best this way. Betrayal wouldn't hurt as much if we started growing apart.

Byakuya was also growing more and more restless. I could tell the bags under his eyes worsened because he was too excited to sleep. He repeated instructions over and over.

An unexplainable sadness had started to possess me, and the less I tried to think about it, the more it hurt.

The kitchen had been restored. I was sitting on a rocking chair, reading a book while the soup boiled on the stove. It was cosy.
Until Kamakura walked in. He looked around the place for a few minutes, paying no mind to me.

Then, he started staring at me. I looked at him.

"Can I help you with something?" I suggested flatly.

"It was you who set the fire, wasn't it?"

There was a very long, pregnant pause. Ever since that day, I've been able to feel ten times less of emotions. Which is a good thing. The old me would've been hyperventilating.

"How did you know?"

"Any person with a brain would. Reading between the lines, I'd say you set the fire because you wanted to distract the Towa girl out of her room. You stole something, didn't you?"

"Yeah. I did."

"What was-"

"I stole a key. There's a prisoner in the dungeons, a little far away underground. I need to get him out of there. That's I why I stole it."

To be honest, the reason I said all this was to see Kamakura's facial expression actually change. Because at this point, I was certain he was a robot.
It didn't change much. He only scrowled.

"Who are you?" He walked closer to my rocking chair so I could not divert my gaze.

"I'm from the Future Foundation. I was given a mission- to capture Subject 11A56. Subject 11A56 is the Servant. I'm undercover, of course. Does that answer your question?"

"I expected you...to lie." He said blankly. His red eyes focused on the pages of the book that fluttered between my fingers.
"You are extraordinary...you revealed everything inconsiderate of whether I would tell someone...tell me, do you trust me, by any chance?"

"No, Kamakura. I don't trust anyone. I only believe in your will to be a witness of the unpredictable. There are two other people who are involved in this plan. If you tell on me, I'll be stuck here forever. Or worse, executed. But murder isn't intriguing to you anymore. Death is pretty repetitive, hm?"

He said nothing. But he seemed to be thinking. His long strands of curtain-like hair were drifting in and out of his face dreamily.

"This plan of yours...when are you planning to implement it?"

"On the 14th of December. I will flee at midnight."

Again, he responded with silence. He lingered by the doorway for a while and left, mane flowing.
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"Why did you do it?"

The afternoon light crept past the gaps in the leaves like a Tyndall effect, bathing both sisters in rainbow-dust like luminance. One was very beautiful and dolled up, her lovely strawberry blonde hair falling past her shoulders in silky soft waves; the other, grim, quiet, silently furious, her arms covered in bandages and red bruises.