Chains (Servant Nagito X Reader)

Part 1:Chapter 1: Origin

"May I be provided with the Remnant's physical characteristics for safe measure."

"You shall. Anything else?"

"...may I know...the subject's Talent? Since you're entrusting me with such a mission, I presume they are no commoner?"

"Oh, I don't know how special their Talent makes them... considering its something I don't believe in at all."

"And that is-?"

"Luck. The subject of the mission- must be confidential to even Mr Hagakure, Miss Asahina and Miss Fukawa. The subject of your mission- Nagito Komaeda. He has the least dangerous talent of all his ex-classmates- but he is somewhat guarded by a series of obstacles you'll have to assassinate. I trust you can accomplish this. I know Naegi didn't take you in for nothing."

The picture of the remnant lit the dark room with its silvery white light, scattering reformed rays of the wall just precisely to form the face of a notorious seeming- but polite individual. Subject 11A56.

"I'll do my very best."

Subject 11A56 stands before me once I enter the room- his face a little shocked before it softens into a graceful smile.

"Welcome! You must be the sister the children were talking about."
His innocent-looking face beheld silver eyes and even lighter colored hair, tracing a small pleasant mouth. He was almost six feet all, wore a black leather jacket over a long shirt underneath- and the most peculiar thing about all of his clothing: a mitten covered his left hand and a long metal leash trailed his abdomen. Is this really subject 11A56? I was expecting a much more vicious, foul-mouthed and obnoxious character.

"I was really quite shocked when I was told your relationship with her," he went on, his slightly petite and suggestive voice curling over the ends of his sentences, like he was trying to hide the excitement within.

"I really hope we can get along. Are you an Ultimate? It would be remarkable if-"

"What is your name?"

He stopped talking. He had been taking small steps towards me and his mouth closed in mid speech, twisting into a friendly smile again.
"My name? That's not important. I want to know your name. Your talent. Every...everything.
"Please just call me Servant! It would be strange if somebody were to start calling me by my name after all these months...years even of being called that."

I thought about it for a while and shook my head. I was provided his name. But I had paid so much attention to carrying out the plan with perfection, disguising myself, making sure the story was convincing, then infiltrating the enemy territory- that I had forgotten the name of my very goal. Over that, even if I did remember his name without him telling me, I would be busted immediately.

"I refuse."

"Wh- sorry?"

"Referring to someone using terms depicting slavery dehumanizes their entity," I replied, strolling by the window, watching the streets through the frosty glass.

"Even offenders aren't refered to as servants. If you're uncomfortable with telling me your name, I'll just call you Mister."

"Oh? It's um...bizarre you would put so much thought into this...but I really don't mind being dehumanized. Not by an Ultimate anyway," he says, his voice producing that dripping quality again. "Being objectified by the sister of the Greatest Despair...it's quite...nerve-wrecking and fanciful..."

"I never said I was an Ultimate," I said, looking back at him. Now Subject 11A56 was pulling out towels from a wardrobe and walked closer to hand it over.

"Really? You're not?" He enquired, his smile slipping for a brief moment. "Well that's disappointin-"

"I didn't say I wasn't one either. I'll tell you when I feel like it."

"Sounds good to me!" He says. "In that case, I'll tell you my name when you tell me your Talent. Deal?"

"Okay."

"For now, please freshen up. There's probably no hot water, but a nice cold bath will do you good!" Subject 11A56 left the room, his shoes clicking against the ground and his chain jangling softly.

Whilst I lay in the bathtub naked, I realised most of the plan was already in action. All I had to do was to now lure him out where Byakuya squad would seize him and take him back to headquarters through helicopter. But it wouldn't be easy. He's surrounded by the Warriors of Hope all the time. I'll have put up a distraction. But to do that I'll have to gain their trust and confidence.

I wipe off and slip into a checked black dress with purple lining, the one Subject had given me. I had barely clicked open the bathroom door, when a hideous monochrome creature stood at the other end, emitting monstrous mechanical growls, all its screws and parts had been twisted into the shape of a jagged sphere- only it was four times the size of the person who stood behind it, laughing gleefully at my heart missing a dozen beats in shock as I fell backwards- but the Subject pushed it aside and grabbed my wrist so my body just barely suspended above the floor.

His slightly shocked face reflected a small smile, his fingers clasped above my wrist in a last-minute save.

"Whatja do that for?!" Masaru scolded, flinging aside the creature in rage.
"I wanted to see her reaction!"

"And you got one," Subject smiled in a matter-of-fact tone, reaching his fingers upwards to help me up. My heart gradually calmed.
"She's quite surprised, as you can see. All I did was to catch her before she cracked her head on the bathroom floor,"

He moved a step closer to my face, teeth showing in a small smirk.
"If not for my timely arrival, things would have gotten messy!"

"Huh, whatever," Masaru sulked, scratching his spiky red hair. "Make sure she isn't up to any shinigans."

"He means shenanigans." Subject 11A56 explains.

"Hey, Mister?"

"Ah? Yes, what is it?"

"Would you like to show me around this place?"
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A.N: Welcome to my third fanfiction! I did make a Kokichi one but I felt people liked my Nagito content more. Feel free to send requests or suggestions or ideas! See you very soon :)