Chains (Servant Nagito X Reader)

Chapter 15: New Friends

"If I could redeem my actions, you mean?" He scraped the vegetables into the sizzling pan off the chopping board.

"Yes. I would. Despair makes me quite miserable. I did say there needs to be a balance of hope and despair for a harmonious society, but seems like there hasn't been much of hope in my life at all.
"Other than you, of course."

I blushed darkly.
"Stop it...you're too cheesy."

"Hahaha!" He laughed pleasantly. It was the first time I had heard him laugh so heartily. It was beautiful.
His laugh...made my chest feel all warm and fuzzy.

"But yeah, seriously. I would repent if I could. What would it take, a few years of jail? Community service? Execution? Money? I guess none of it compares to what I lost, four years ago...I lost one of my dearest classmates and my teacher, I lost my sanity, my normalcy (if I had any to begin with, that is). I don't really have anything to lose."

"I see," I replied thoughtfully. "In that case...if the police came for you tomorrow to take you for judgement, would you willingly go?"

"Yeah," he shrugged. When the vegetables were cooked, he layed the fish down, scattering tiny drops of hot oil.
"I guess there would be no meaning to putting up a fight. I'll go with them."

"Why are you asking me all this, anyway? Are you the police?" He raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

"Uh-"

"Hahahaha! Don't worry, I'm only kidding. If you were the police then you would have already-"

The doorbell rang, interrupting him. He frowned.

"That's strange..." I said, switching off the stove. "The W.O.H shouldn't be back so early..."

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking...you don't think it's actually the police, do you?

Shaking my head incredulously I got out of the kitchen, my purple apron still tied around my waist; and opened the door-

"Heya!"

Seven very different looking people of all shapes and sizes stood at the other end of the door; all dressed in polychromatic outfits. But the one unsettling thing they had in common was...that all of their eyes were glowing bright red. The person who had spoken in a greeting had a large electric guitar hung off her back, her bedazzling clothes shocking my eyes-

"Who is it?" The Servant called out, approaching the door to see for himself.
"Is it the Warriors of- oh!"

"Hello! Everyone! Ibuki says hello!" The girl with the guitar spoke again.
"We were getting soooo bored back at Osaka, so we came back here where most of the action's happening!"

She walked inside and threw an arm around the bewildered chained man.

"How've you been doing, big guy?"

"Hush now," a woman with red hair said, smirking kindly. She wore a camera around her neck.
"We should introduce ourselves, since someone new is here," she winked at me.

"I'm Mahiru Koizumi. That's Ibuki. We're all his classmates!" She pointed at the Servant, who had now gone into a deep conversation with Ibuki.

"Like you must've guessed, we're all remnants of despair! We're the ones who made the world like this!"

"Where are Fuyuhiko, Peko, Sonia, Gundham, Akane and Nekomaru?" The Servant said, looking around.

"They were already having a blast where they were," A man with pink hair said, dressed in a mechanic's bright yellow suit.
"I begged Miss Sonia to come so I could present her a car made of human bones...but it wasn't to her taste..." He said grimly.