Saviour

Chestnuts

  TW: Suicide, Mass Suicide, Self Harm (Kinda)

 The next day while on his morning walk to seek out some food, Hinata couldn't help but notice a crowd gathering in the middle of the street. His eyes moved along the crowd to where a large group of Monokuma Kids were holding up lights, illuminating two women standing on a stage. 

   Hinata frowns. What kind of performance was this to drive all of these people out of hiding?

   The first person on the poorly constructed stage is a girl with blue clothing and spiky, multicolored hair, guitar slung comfortably over her shoulder as she started playing for the crowd, producing some eerie noises. Next to her is a girl with a long yellow and red kimono and a pale-pink fan, hair pulled back in a high blonde ponytail. Said girl proceeded to move gracefully, moving her fan in what could only be professional movements. 

   He finds himself instantly captivated in their performance. It stirred something strange inside him, something that didn't quite feel right. It felt. . .awful, it felt. . .despairing. 

   He knows he should probably look away, to stop his racing thoughts that were now tinted with Despair, but he found that he couldn't, especially with bodies now dead by suicide dropping all around him. The sound of the music and the sight of the other girl's dancing somehow reminded him of every horrible event that occurred in his life and how awful it felt to experience it all. 

   He felt the sudden urge to do something destructive, to destroy himself like he deserves the second he locks eyes with the guitarist. The guitarist grins at him and begins to play louder, as if she's targeting him directly now.

   Hajime then begins glancing around for something he could hurt himself with, eyes landing on a dirtied, bloody knife someone else had used to slit his throat. He begins to bend down, reaching for it, but before his fingers can close around the handle, someone else's hand closes around his wrist, holding it firmly in place. 

   The person's other hand wraps around his waist and hauls him back, holding him against their body.

   "No, Hinata-kun." They murmur in his ear, like a parent scolding a child.

   The brunet squirms in their grip, blindly grabbing for the knife but coming up with nothing. 

   The girl in the kimono was scowling at them now as she strikes her final pose and the other plays their final note, both bowing before the pile of dead bodies.

   Now that the sounds and the dancing had ceased, Hinata found himself slowly returning to his senses. He squirms in the person's grip, wiggling out of his arms before turning to face his saviour. (wow) 

   Servant is glaring down at him with a slightly-peeved expression. "Why is it that every time I leave you alone you get yourself into some sort of trouble?"

   Hinata looks down at his feet. ". . .Sorry." He mumbles back sheepishly.

   "You should me. You've been getting very lucky recently, my luck must've been rubbing off on you."

   "Your luck?"

   He grins. "Of course. I was the Ultimate Lucky Student, after all," He sighs, looking away briefly, "I didn't even know Saionji-san and Mioda-san were in the city. . .Wonder why everyone is passing through here. Maybe their routes to Novoselic are through here, hmm?" He muses.

   "Anyways. . .what are you doing back here, Servant? Shouldn't you be with those loser kids?" He points out. 

   Servant sighs. "Yes about that. . .there's a lot going on back there. Kemuri-san has just headed out to battle against our favorite female average protagonist and her girlfri-ah, apologies, her friend. Utsugi-san on the other hand has requested I locate some peeled chestnuts for her. She wants me back with some by tomorrow morning," He explains, giggling, "If you come with me, we can spend the day together. Kind of like a date, huh?"