Chains (Servant Nagito X Reader)

End of Part 1:Chapter 21: Chain

The heinous heir of Junko Enoshima had started to condemn in impatient profanities. The mechanical buzzing grew louder and louder and forced me out of the trance. The prisoners in the first of the Big Bang Monokuma had awoken and were screaming for me to flee.
The Trance was a beautiful place. The Mission did not exist in The Trance.
The Fire did not exist in The Trance.
The Second Bereavement did not exist in The Trance.
For in the Timeless Trance, there existed only the ever-golden bliss of This Moment.

The Servant, The Lucky Student, Subject 11A56, Nagito Komaeda, enclosed my entire body within his in a blur of a swift, graceful movement. I could feel the sweet scent of his hair; my face just brushing the side of his cheek-

And I was thrown off the Tower.
Then- within what I could calculate; a second afterwords-
The Tower burst into flames.

My hair fluttered as I fell through the sky above my face- as if they were desperately trying to break through the wind to soothe my fall.
Those long tresses of endearing inheritance my mother used to comb-

My eyes stung painfully. My core was too shocked to even feel pain.
I closed my eyes and resigned against the chaos of this world.
I'm going to perish...and so what?
Dying isn't the worst thing which could've happened to me. The worst thing that could have happened to me has already happened.
A chain fell through the ablaze remains of the tower- a silver, long leash which still had the shape of it's owner's neck carved into it.

I love you-

My fingers closed around the handle of the chain; I plummeted closer and closer to the ground as each miniscule fraction of second passed.

I love you...

I clutched the metal leash closer to my chest as my eyes shed excruciating tears for the first time in nine years-

I love you, the beautiful, Talented, You...

The Trance swallowed me whole as I lost vision, consciousness and pain one-by-one, a good few seconds before I'd hit the floor.

I love you.
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"But that's absolutely ridiculous! How the heck is Y/N a traitor?! She tried her best to carry out the mission, she might've not succeeded the whole way, but-"

"Silence," the man in the white suit said, shutting his book and placing it on the table.
"She fraternised with the very Subject she was supposed to capture alive. Not only that, she's fluttering between life and death by letting herself get fooled by a stupid move-"

"It wasn't a stupid move!" Makoto could feel a vein in his temple throbbing; but he tried his best to simmer down and hold his composure.
"The bombs might've exploded because of Nagito Komaeda, but everybody else was completely untouched! Toko-Komaru-Byakuya are all safe!"

"I don't care. She'll face consequences along with the other Remnants of Despair. I was already hesitant on you deciding to recruit her because of her bedevilled last name...Enoshima..."

"Munakata, you're being stupid! She didn't betray us! She's not a Remnant!"

"Well...we don't know that until she wakes up. If she wakes up."
He added, sneering.

"Munakata-!" Makoto had lunged forward at him, but he was physically consoled by Aoi.

"Hey, now..." She whispered sadly, after they walked out of his office.
"It'll be fine. He's absolutely livid right now, arguing with the guy isn't going to end well. While we're at this, tell us the whole story."

Kyoko, Yasahiro, Toko, Komaru, Byakuya were waiting for them in the common room.
He sighed and recollected the awful sequence of events, which quickened the pace of his heartbeat.

"So...what happened was...I'm guessing Komaeda set off a bomb on top of the tower to kill himself and Monaca Towa and save Y/N. Judging by the kind of explosion it looked like, it was the very Trumpcard she was carrying with her as a last resort if something went wrong. He might have stolen it from her...or something.

"To get her away from the bomb he ended up pushing her off. Our helicopter was just above them when that happened. Thankfully, our pilot could zoom in and we catch her as she hurtled through the air; last second."

"That bastard..." Hagakure snarled, smashing his fist into his palm.
"He could have ended up hurting her worse...what the hell-"

"No. I don't think he blindly pushed her off without thinking."

"What do you mean, Makoto? Kirigiri asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah...he knew we'd be coming to rescue them all the while. Komaeda is the second Lucky Student. He timed the moment that he'd push her off perfectly in sync to when he'd trigger the bombs- and our arrival. He had a plan. It's based off luck...but it was a fool-proof plan."

The seven of them sat there in silence. Nobody said a thing.
It kind of felt like being back in the dreadful quietude of a killing game.
The feeling was way to familiar than what Makoto would like to admit.

"So..." Yasahiro said all of a sudden.
"How's...she doing?"

"Y/N? Well, she-"

"There're minor burns all over her body," Kyoko took over. "I nursed her and connected her to the IV. She's getting saline injected into her arteries and is under an oxygen mask. She's been clutching on to a strange chain all this while. Even in a comatose state, she refuses to part with it. It's like that metal collar is her lifeline. So I just let her hold on to it. If it's the chain that'll pull her to life, so be it."

"A chain...?" Yasuhiro repeated in confusion.
"That sounds familiar..."

"We don't need to know why she's attached herself to it," Kyoko dismissed, averting her gaze to the floor.

"The traumas of the mind and the affinities of the heart are clandestine affairs that are best off left unbothered."
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A.N: a lot of people think this book ends here but it does not! Sorry for the confusion but I'm certainly not going to leave an ending like this. See you soon!