Chains (Servant Nagito X Reader)

Chapter 13: A Fire and a Garbage Bag

"What's up with you?" Kotoko muttered in annoyance as I carefully squirted icing into the cookies that had come right out of the oven.

"With me?"

"You're all...I dunno, serious," she complained disdainfully, playing with the ends of her long mauve ponytails.
"It's like you've completely changed overnight. You remind me a lot of that Kamakura guy now."

"Oh? Then I suppose I have yet to adapt those glaring crimson orbs and that long mass of hair."

"Very funny," she pouted. "Even the Servant's acting weird. Did the two of you have a break up?"

"I'm um...not sure what you mean by that, but again, you've got the wrong idea. Me and him were never dating in the first place, so..."

"I call bs!" She insisted. She said a lot of other things after that but I didn't hear them. I was thinking about something of more importance, hence was able to block out her voice completely.

It's very hard to function normally once your memories have been lost. Even if someone else narrates your life to you to make you remember orally, it won't be the same because of those little experiences which play the most role into carving your personality.

One tazer to the head made me lose myself.

Maybe another tazer to the head would help me find me?

Like a small electric switch. Like how Toko swapped between personalities. It probably wouldn't work so perfectly out for me, but I need to restore myself.

"I want sprinkles on top of this," she said, breaking me out of my train of thoughts.
"They're in the attic, so go get them."

"Sprinkles in the attic...?"

"Yeah. Problem?" She demanded, arms on her hips.

"None. I'll be back soon."

I obediently climbed the stairs up to the attic.
I creaked open the door sheepishly. Like your textbook attic, it was a disorganised, begrimmed room with cardboard boxes and odd pieces of furnishings scattered around.

I sighed. It would be a nightmare to find a tiny bottle of sprinkles here.

I had just barely turned my back to the door, when it shut itself with a soft clink.
I shook the door in its frame dejectedly after realising it was now locked.

"Shit-!" I cursed, ramming my shoulder against the door after taking a few steps back.

"HELLO?! CAN ANYBODY HEAR-!"

"Do quit your hollering," a familiar raspy voice sounded, from the back of the dimly lit attic; which nearly made me jump out of my skin in shock.

"Kamakura?!" I started, turning myself around.
"What are you doing here? We've been locked in..."

"It'll open if I just pick at the lock," he said lazily. He was perched upon a huge wooden dresser, occupying his usual posture of one leg bent and the other hanging free.

"Then why don't you open it?"
I enquired in a softer voice.

"Because I was expecting you. I can't tell which talent it is, but I have...premonitions."

"Why would you go out of your way to fulfill a premonition?"

"Of course it wasn't just for that. The only way I could confer and exchange information with you in utter confidentiality would be if we met by accident."

"O-Okay then...if we talk, then you'll get us out of here, right?"

I took a seat on top of a short cabinet.