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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛 - 𝙸𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝?

Y/N lied restless on the top of a clean bed. Staring up at the ceiling through the dark of the room, only lit by faint city lights peering in from behind the closed curtain. Fyodor had a bit of fun touring Y/N throughout his temporary home, showing her a place to sleep and even offering a comfortable shirt of his to change into, as she had nothing else to wear. The change of clothes sat untouched upon the foot of her temporary bed. She didn't want to change, she didn't want to let go of anything from her original realm even if it were just clothes. She felt exhausted, but scared more than anything else. She was homesick, worried of what people back at home would think once they realised her sudden disappearance.

After hours of stressing over her own emotions, not sure whether she wants to stay or leave... She eventually falls into a light sleep, the night passing by in a flash.

"Y/N..."

A soft voice could be heard, disturbing her sleep... Y/N's eyes slowly fluttered open, squinting due to the light shining through the half-open curtain.

"Wake up, Y/N. We have things to do today."

She reaches up and rubs her eyes, making eye contact with a familiar Russian man. He gave her a soft smile, one that made her stomach flutter, even though she wished it didn't. 

He gave her some time to wake up before she'd come meet him in the living room. By the time she was met with a neat, organised living room, Fyodor sitting calmly on the sofa. Y/N groggily approached him, her arms folded over her chest. She obviously didn't have access to anything from home, no hairbrush, toothbrush or anything to neaten her appearance... So she was a bit messy-looking after a nights rest.

"You aren't wearing the change of clothes?"

Fyodor asked softly, looking up at her.

"I didn't want to..."

Y/N replied, Fyodor sighed after taking a sip from the cup of tea he held in his hand.

"You should change your clothes, you don't want to smell, do you?"

Y/N doesn't reply, Fyodor takes one more sip, finishing off his tea as he stands.

"Well then, you can use whatever necessities you need, bathroom is on the left, in the hallway..."

He explained, walking past her and entering what seemed to be the kitchen, to put his dirty teacup away.

After doing what was needed in the bathroom, tidying up her hair and brushing her teeth with a spare toothbrush, Y/N found herself back in the bedroom - staring at the open closet. Contemplating if she should just change, it was just clothes after all...

Soon enough she was wearing a white button up shirt, a black thin jacket and white pants... It wasn't exactly her style, but knowing Fyodor, this was probably the most basic clothing he owned.

"You look much more flattering when you're dressed.."

Fyodor spoke, standing in the doorway. Y/N almost jumped, she hadn't noticed his appearance at first. He chuckles softly.

"Are you ready to leave? I have... A few people I would like you to meet."

*

Fyodor had taken Y/N a bit down the street, before turning to a nearby alley. Y/N had a sneaking suspicion the people she was about to meet would be somewhat quite recognisable.

"Any minute now.."

Fyodor spoke, and as if on cue, an eccentric voice could be heard booming from behind the two of them.

"Well hello there! My lovely friend Fyodor and... A new face!"

A tall man, with white hair tied into a long braid. He wore a cape, and looked almost like a clown. Followed behind him was another man, slightly shorter. He had long hair and was parted into two separate colours, pink and white. Y/N already knew the difference between the two, as she recognised them instantly. Of course she would recognise them, they were characters from her most beloved anime after all.

"Now! Would you be honoured to participate in a small game by the title of.. 'Guess my name'?"

He exclaimed, Fyodor remained silent, watching with amusement. Y/N almost smiled, as she proudly went on to give the mans name.

"Nikolai Gogol, of course."

Nikolai's eyes lit up as he grins.

"Correct! Brilliant! You are the second one to ever succeed in my little game!"

"Second? Who was the first?"

"My best friend of course!"

Y/N turns to Fyodor, and he nods, proving he was the first to correctly guess Nikolai's name.

"Hey, uh... Are we just going to forget that I'm here?"

The boy with the multicoloured hair stepped forward, his arms crossed.

"Ah yes, of course! My co-worker, Sigma! I'm sure you'd be delighted to meet..."

"Y/N L/N"

Y/N told him of her name, why wouldn't she?

"Ah yes, Y/N! I'll be sure to remember that, after all, Fyodor told us you'd be our newest addition."

Y/N was caught off by that, addition? Would that mean she is to join the DOA? 

"What? Newest addition?"

Sigma sighed, he seemed to sympathise with how she felt... Nikolai leaned down to her height and frowned.

"Ohhh, hasn't he told you yet?"

Y/N by now was getting a bit worried, she wasn't ready to do something like this... She wasn't even that old yet, she really didn't think she should be getting into a terrorist organisation. Fyodor silently approached her from behind, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Y/N... You're going to be joining the Decay of Angels. I'm sure you are very aware of that by now."

She felt a shiver run down her spine, she wasn't ready for this... But there was something she wouldn't admit, Fyodor's antics were a bit attractive...

"What? No I'm not.."

Fyodor chuckled, he was standing a bit too close, she could almost feel it... He was standing a bit too close for comfort.

"Silly you are, you really think I'm doing this just from the kindness of my heart? No, Y/N... We need you, and you will join... Either that or... I can leave you to rot on the streets, after all, you're not from here, are you? No way you would survive out there all on your own.."

He spoke softly into her ear, it was quite intimidating... But also slightly arousing, he was probably doing it on purpose... Y/N caught Sigma giving her an empathetic look, she'd probably get along with him..

Y/N didn't bother to say anything, there was nothing she could do at this point. Fyodor smiled as he took her silence as an acceptance of the situation. He gave a sick smile as he stepped away from the poor girl.

"Now you've all met... I think it's about time we put you to good use, hm, Y/N?"