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“Don’t worry, you’ll love Snezhnaya, it’s a bit cold, but you’ll get used to it,” He leaned down towards you, gripping your chin tighter as you flinched, trying to pull away. “I’ve told the Doctor plenty about you and he’s very excited to meet you.”

You paused for a moment, taking in what you had just been told. It didn't make any sense, isn't Il Dottore supposed to be 'the Doctor'? You were sure that was what he had introduced himself as before, though your memory was fuzzy, you weren't even sure how much time had passed since you had the misfortune of meeting him.

He cocked his head to the side, watching your reaction, seemingly amused with your confusion, yet not offering any clarification.

"What do you mean 'meet the Doctor'? Isn't that you?"

His smile only grew wider as he shook his head, looking as though he was disappointed in your question, yet still finding it amusing that you would ask.

"Hmm, an interesting question. I am indeed 'the Doctor', however 'the Doctor' is also currently wrapping things up in Sumeru."

Your confusion only grew with his strange answer, and seeing his amusement at your confusion, your annoyance also grew.

"That doesn't make sense, there's more than one Il Dottore?" You looked to 'the Doctor' for more clarification, but he only gave a non-committal hum, followed by a gesture for you to continue, so you did, trying to work it out. "But if there was more than one of you people would notice. Multiple people all calling themselves 'the Doctor' would raise questions. So you'd have to look at least somewhat alike."

His smile grew slightly, and he waved you on to continue.

"Are you twins?"

At that he let out a laugh. "No, no, nothing like that."

He stepped closer to you, placing a hand on your back. You tried to move away from him, but he simply stepped closer, caging you in and pulling you closer to him so he could lean down with his mouth right by your ear.

"You're close, but I'm afraid we'll have to take this conversation somewhere more... private." With that said he suddenly stepped away from you, using his hand on your back to spin you around in one fluid motion, then guiding you back to the room that you had woken up in previously.

It happened so quickly you weren't even able to properly try to escape his grasp, before you knew it the two of you were in a room, door closed behind you, with Dottore gesturing for you to take a seat at the desk.

Hesitantly you took a seat, keeping an eye on him, unsure of what was going on.

He took a spot near the bookshelf, casually browsing through the covers before one caught his eye and he pulled it from the shelf.

"We are not twins." He looked up from his book briefly, studying your face, smirking when he saw a look of confusion cross you. "You are going somewhat in the right direction. There are many of us, and we do look quite similar, and some of us even look exactly the same. But we are not twins, or siblings of any kind."

He quietly began to read and for a while the only sound was the soft flipping of pages as he read and the sounds of waves hitting the ship, dampened by the walls. You just sat there, confused, not sure what to make of what he had said.

"Continue working through your hypothesis, work through it out loud, it can assist your brain with making connections and organizing your thoughts."

With that he gave you another small wave for you to continue your previous line of thought.

"So there's more of you, and you all look the same, but you aren't siblings. I guess you could be robots, or clones," He looked ready to say something, but you quickly continued on. "But no one's been able to do things like that. Cloning people is a far off idea, and even the best scientists haven't been able to make robots that lifelike or small. I suppose you -"

Suddenly you were cut off by the sharp sounds of a book being shut. You looked over to Dottore to see him frowning at you. He set the book back on the shelf before walking towards you, placing a hand on the desk, before leaning into you, caging you in when his other hand settled on the desktop on your other side.

"Do you think me unintelligent?" His voice was low, nearly threatening, it was the most unsettling you'd ever heard his voice, for a moment you felt very afraid. "Do you think me to be an average scholar, bumbling my way through useless research, unable to move forward past the failings of others?"

The 'no' that escaped you was small, and you were surprised that you had found your voice at all, no matter how small and afraid you sounded.

"Good, you are a smart one aren't you, just too blinded by what you've been told is possible to consider the impossible." He brought a hand up, to toy with a piece of your hair, turning it in his fingers, examining it with a neutral expression. "I am neither a clone, nor a robot, but what I am is quite similar. What I am is a segment of the true Dottore, a part of him created to provide a diverse range of perspectives from different times in his life. I am the Omega segment, and you may refer to me as such, so long as no one else is around."

His answer left you with more questions, but you weren't sure if this was the best time to ask them, so you simply accepted what he told you.

With a sigh he let your hair drop from his grasp as he stood back up, walking back over to the book shelf, studying the selection once more. You continued sitting at the desk quietly mulling things over in your mind while he once again began reading. The silence was a welcome escape, you weren't sure if you wanted to continue speaking with Dottore, or Omega, or whoever he was. Speaking with him was exhausting, it seemed like he was judging and evaluating you every time you spoke, like there was some sort of test going on and only he knew the correct answers. Not to mention, certain things seemed to set him off and you didn't want to risk his wrath, not here on a boat where you were completely at his mercy.

"You will meet Prime Dottore soon," You jumped at his voice, not having expected him to break the silence. "He is on his way, his boat will depart Sumeru soon and we will wait for him at the next port city where we will disembark and board the ship that is waiting for us."

You simply hum in response, not quite sure what to say in response. Escaping at the port seems to be your best bet for freedom, who knows what will happen when you board the next boat.

"No more questions? With such an inquisitive mind I expected you to have more questions for me, but you've been surprisingly silent."

You thought long and hard before finally voicing the question that had been on your mind ever since you woke up on this boat.

"Can I go home?"

His eyes widened slightly, and he tilted his head ever so slightly to the side as he studied you. He seemed genuinely confused at your question. "Home? My dear, why would you ever want to go back to that small existence?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but he swiftly cut you off before you could speak.

"We are going to Snezhnaya, and you are going to continue being my assistant, which I can assure you is quite the honor. You will have power, prestige, and you'll have the freedom to question all those silly little things you were taught in Sumeru." He waited a moment, seemingly expecting you to agree with him and drop the subject, when you didn't immediately respond he frowned slightly, studying your face to determine what you were thinking.

"If I can't leave then it doesn't seem like I have that much freedom."

He was on you quicker than you could blink, grasping your chin in his bruising grip, forcing you to look at where his eyes must be underneath his mask. You were so close to him that the beak-like protrusion on his mask was brushing against your nose. You held your breath, fear settling in once more, this version of Dottore seemed to be rather volatile, and you couldn't help but wonder if the real Dottore was just as volatile.

"You're alive aren't you? I'd say that is quite the gift, and allows for a great deal of freedom. Plus the Akasha is no longer working, so you once again have your mind. You have the freedom of your thoughts and autonomy once more, is that not enough for you? Such a greedy little thing." He sneered at you, gripping your face tighter, as he studied your expression.

When you didn't immediately respond to him he loosened his grip, showing you away from him in disgust. "We'll fix that attitude of yours eventually, you'll come to appreciate the freedoms you are given."

Fear took hold of you once more, and you were suddenly gripped with the urge to flee, you felt as though you were a rabbit cowering before a wolf. Eyes darting around you noticed that there was no lock on the door to the room you were in, which meant, if you were fast enough you could escape.

Subtly shifting your body until you were facing the door more, you quickly pushed off from the bed and lunged for the door, getting it open and racing down the hall on unsteady legs as the boat shifted beneath you.

You were shocked when instead of footsteps thundering after you you merely heard laughter, bold, full bodied laughter, he was enjoying this.

"Where do you plan on going? Or have you forgotten you are on a ship, not too many places to escape to."

His voice echoed to you through the hallways, and suddenly you were struck with the truth of his words, you were on a ship, you had forgotten that piece of information in your fear. Where could you go? From your brief time on your deck you recalled that there wasn't any land around you, so you couldn't jump overboard and swim to safety. So what could you do?

Making another split second decision you spotted a door that was slightly ajar and raced for it, quickly shutting yourself inside, moving a few boxes to hopefully provide some degree of safety, and prevent the door from being opened.

You heard the footsteps of someone casually meandering down the hallway softly echoing off the ship. With every step they slowly grew louder and louder, and you knew they were gradually drawing closer, you could only hope that this door would look unassuming and he would pass by it giving you more precious time to figure out a plan.

You saw a shadow approach your door, and then, mercifully pass right by. You let out a breath you didn't know you had been holding in and slouched back against the wall in relief.

Very short-lived relief, as a moment later the door was unceremoniously shoved open, flinging the boxes against the far wall.

His mood was difficult to discern with the mask covering most of his face, but his posture as well as the slight upturn to his mouth seemed to say that he was enjoying himself, and indeed when he spoke his voice was laced with mirth.

"Hmm, seems like you didn't pick the best hiding spot," Kneeling down to match your height he reached out to grasp your shin once more, "Now are you going to stop being so childish and come back to our room, or am I going to have to lock you in here for the remainder of our 5 day voyage?"

You took a moment to mull over your options, being locked in a room for 5 days didn't sound fun, but at least you'd be away from this volatile man. On the other hand, while you would be sacrificing a bit of freedom if you went back to 'your' room, you would have more freedom than staying put.

Taking note of your hesitation he spoke again. "I should inform you that being locked in here means you don't leave for any reason, and no one is permitted to open this door for any reason until we make landfall, that means no food, no water, nothing."

With that new piece of information in mind you made your decision.

"I'll go with you"

His smile grew as he released your chin and stepped back, gesturing for you to follow him down the hallway.

"I knew you would be reasonable," He held a hand out to you, waiting for you to take it. "Now, let's go back to our room shall we?"

He waited a moment, gauging your reaction, frowning slightly at your hesitation, though his frown quickly shifted to a smirk once you reached out to take his hand. He silently led you back down through the halls until you reached the room that you had woke up in. He led you back to the bed, and sat you down, taking a seat himself at the desk, turning to face you.

"Now, I'm sure you have questions, so," He gave a small wave towards you, "Go ahead and ask anything you like."

You thought for a moment, unsure of how many questions you would be allowed to ask, or if he would really answer them. After a moment's hesitation you decided on the most important questions that you had to ask, you needed to know what had happened after your meeting at the Akademiya.

"After I met you at the Akademiya, everything just goes blank. That was the Akasha right?"

You looked up at him, trying to gauge his reaction, which was made difficult by the mask covering most of his face. But you could see the small smile playing at his lips, he was clearly amused by your question.

"An astute observation, it was indeed the Akasha's doing, I felt it would be easier if you were not aware of what was occurring, less chance of you attempting to rebel."

"So then, what happened during that time?"

"Ah, now that is the big question isn't it?" He smiled as he cocked his head to the side, studding your responses to him.

"So?" You looked at him, waiting for his answer.

"So..." he let the word trail off, waiting for you to elaborate and ask again.

"So," You huffed in annoyance, looking away from his smirking face. "What happened during that time that I don't remember."

He hummed in response, as though he was thinking over the answer, only speaking when you eventually brought your gaze back up to him, watching him once more.

"Now that is quite a valuable piece of information, and as a resident of Sumeru I'm sure you understand that all knowledge comes at a price." His smile grew as your face fell at his answer. "What will you give me in exchange for that information?"

You were taken aback at his response, he had told you to ask him any questions you had, and now he was refusing to answer them? That's just absurd.

"You said to ask you anything I wanted." You frowned, shifting on the bed to face away from him once more.

"Indeed I did, and you may ask any question you like, however whether I deign to answer them is a completely separate matter."

He stood from his desk, crossing the room in a few strides, opening a chest on the far side of the room. You remained silent as he pushed things around, looking for a specific item, eventually pulling out a box.

Walking back towards you he placed the box in your lap.

"Open it."

You weren't sure what you were expecting in the box when you opened it, but a knowledge capsule certainly wasn't high on your list of possible items.

"The offer is always open, once you decide what you are willing to trade me for that knowledge come and find me." He picked the capsule up from the box, studying how the light passed through it, turning it over in his hands. "This capsule contains all your memories from that time, while we may no longer have the Akasha system I'm sure I can make it work."

You remained silent, not sure how to respond to what he had just said, the answers you wanted were so close, but just out of reach. Who knows what you'll have to offer to get those memories back, and do you really want them? Who knows what happened, what you may have done.

You were startled out of your thoughts by a sudden knock at the door, jumping slightly from your spot on the bed. Omega simply sighed, moving from his spot to wrench open the door. 

“What?”

Looking around Omega you spotted a fatuus clutching a letter in his hand, fear at having possibly interrupted the Doctor etched on his face.

“Lord Harbinger sir, a letter has just arrived for you, it is from the Regrator.”

Omega didn’t answer, merely snatching the letter from his grasp and dismissing the man with a wave before he closed the door, making his way back to his desk.

Pulling his chair out and sitting down he began rifling through papers, pulling out anything that caught his eye. Reaching into one drawer he pulled out a letter opener, quickly using it to open the letter he carelessly tossed it to the side. 

You sat in silence as he scanned the letter, muttering to himself as he did. You didn’t listen too closely, but you could have sworn it almost sounded like he was having a conversation with himself.

You remained quiet, awkwardly sitting on the bed, unsure what to do with yourself. Escape wasn’t currently an option, as you had recently learned. Perhaps if you kept your head down you could make a break for it when you reached the next port, after all you’d have to leave the boat to board another, perhaps that could be your chance. 

“I will be right back, behave while I’m gone.”

Omega’s voice broke through your thoughts, startling you and causing you to slightly jump.

He got up and left, closing the door behind him as he left to take care of whatever work he needed to. You quickly sprung into action as soon as his footsteps began to fade, snatching up the letter opener, it may not be much but you'd rather have a weapon, no matter how small in your possession. 

You then began looking around for anything that might be of use to you. Most of the papers on his desk were complicated scientific research notes and papers on all manner of seemingly esoteric research that you weren’t able to make heads or tails of. You left them where they were, choosing instead to carefully open and search all the drawers and cupboards, unfortunately not finding anything of use. 

You then took a few moments to study your sparse surroundings, the room was large, but sparsely furnished, a bed took up a bit of the space, the largest piece of furniture in the room was the desk that was beside the bed and wrapped around the room. There was nothing that you could use, and nowhere to hide. 

You started hearing footsteps returning, so you quickly hid the letter opener in your pocket, careful to wrap it in a spare piece of fabric you had found so you didn’t cut yourself. You then returned to your spot on the bed where you had been before he left, trying your best to look like you hadn’t just been searching through all of his things.

When he returned he simply went back to his desk, pulling out more papers as well as an inkwell. Eventually the sounds of papers shuffling around and the scratching of pen on paper lulled you into a fitful rest, your body succumbing to the exhaustion of the day.

The rest of the voyage passed fairly uneventfully, though it was terribly boring. You were left without anything to do but sit on the bed and watch as Omega worked, you were forbidden from going anywhere on the ship unless Omega was with you, and he did not like being disturbed for anything, not even food or rest.

The first two days were oppressively quiet, by the third day you worked up your courage to make small talk with him. He didn’t speak much in response to anything you said or any questions you asked, too focused on his work to pay you much mind. But he did on occasion speak to you, which, as much as you hated to admit it, made the days a bit better. You never realised how much you craved interaction with people, no matter who they were until it was completely taken away from you.

The final day of the voyage started the same way as usual, and progressed in much the same way as well. It wasn’t until late at night that Omega broke his usual schedule, briefly leaving the room, only to return a short while later with a small plate of food and a pot of tea.

It was the first time he had ever eaten that you had seen. Eventually he noticed your gaze on him, and turned to you with a smirk.

“What is it? Do you want a treat?” He gestured to the plate he had brought in and you noticed that it didn’t contain the food you had expected, instead it had small cakes on it, who knew that he had a sweet tooth.

You ignored his jibe, knowing that if you addressed it he would get no end of enjoyment from your anger, instead choosing to focus on the cakes.

“What are they?” You asked as you moved closer, slowly perching yourself on the edge of the bed so you could get a better look. They were small rectangular shaped cakes, with what looked like layers of cream and chocolate, plus a layer of chocolate on top.

“A traditional Fontaine desert, I find them to be quite enjoyable.” He took his fork, and reached over to the plate, taking a small chink out of one of the cakes before taking a bite. 

You had to admit, it looked delicious and you weren’t sure how long it had been since you last had something sweet. When you worked at your bakery you would have sweets every now and again, when you were surrounded by them all day it was easy to take one and have a small snack. 

And you had never had any cakes or pastries from Fontaine, when would you ever get a chance again?

“Can I?”

He smiled when you spoke, taking his fork once again, and gathering up some of the cake for you, before holding out the fork for you to take a bite from.

You hesitantly leaned over, unsure of his intentions, but when he didn’t make any moves you took a bite from the fork, sitting back down as you did. You savored the bite, it was different from cakes that you had previously made and tried. It was soft and creamy, you could taste almond, and chocolate, but also a distinct coffee taste, there was also a bitter flavour that you couldn’t quite place, but you assumed that it was a spice or ingredient from Fontaine that you haven’t tried before.

“Well?”

He studied your expressions as you ate, smile widening when he saw your eyes drift to the second piece on his plate. 

“It’s good,” You hesitantly leaned back towards him. “Can I have more?”

He sat back in his chair, studying you for a moment before smiling again. 

“I suppose you can, after all you have been rather well behaved, aside from the incident, on your first day awake.” He pulled out another fork and placed the plate on the empty section of desk beside you, allowing you to finish the cake that had a few bites out of it while he ate the other.

The two of you ate in silence, savoring the delicious cakes, and all too soon they were gone. Omega took the forks and plate, leaving the room to return them to the kitchen. 

You began feeling tired, and let the gentle swaying motion of the ship rock you to sleep.

Your mind was fuzzy, tired with sleep as an unknown sensation slowly pulled you from your dreams. You began shifting around, feeling a pressure on your hips, almost pinning you down.

"Shhh, shh, shhh," A soft voice broke through the sleepy haze of your mind, you knew that voice, but couldn't quite place it. "Relax, bunny, just relax."

You made a soft noise of discomfort as you continued trying to move, something other than sleep was stopping you from being able to move as much as you wanted to.

You felt a hand trailing up your side, ghosting over your skin as it traced unknown patterns across your skin. Then you felt another strange sensation, a soft press against your neck, and then again, moving higher and higher.

You tried to squirm away again, when that was unsuccessful you focused on trying to focus your vision. Everything was so blurry you couldn't make out anything distinct. When you turned your head slightly you saw blue hair.

When you moved again, you were suddenly roughly pinned down, and a face came into view. Through your altered vision you couldn't make out much, just blue hair and red eyes.

"Stay still, stop fighting the sedative, just go back to sleep."

You thrashed, trying to get away from the unwanted touches, or at least you tried to. Whatever sedative he had dosed you with was having quite the effect, you were barely able to move.

He tutted as you continued trying to squirm away from him.

"You know, you were so much more compliant when you had the Akasha."

You stilled at that, a thousand thoughts running through your mind as your blood turned to ice. What had he done to you when you had been under the control of the Akasha?

He hummed when you stilled, pleased with your seeming compliance.

"That's it, just like that." His hands resumed their exploration of your body, leaving a burning trail of shame in you everywhere he touched. "I don't know how much time we have left together, so just lay still and let me commit your body to memory."

You were going through your nightly routine, shutting down your bakery, and making sure everything was in order. You were just starting to count the money from the day when you noticed something strange.

From your window you could see that your neighbors and people in Sumeru city were acting strange. They seemed to be excitedly talking amongst each other, and they were all heading in the same direction. They were all walking towards the Akademiya.

You noticed a friend of yours walking in the crowd and you went over to them, wanting to find out what was going on. Was there a celebration or meeting that you were unaware of?

You tried to speak to them but they weren’t responding, they just kept clapping and cheering, as they continued on their way. Whenever you got in front of them they just moved around you, their eyes unseeing, just looking past you.

You walked with them to the Akademiya where they eventually stopped and started excitedly talking with everyone else there, cheering and talking about some sort of hero that would be coming soon.

You didn’t understand what was going on, started going from person to person trying to find out what was happening. As you walked around you began noticing some things. Their Akasha terminals, which normally glowed a turquoise colour, seemed more green than you remembered them being. All of them seemed excited and happy, but their eyes were unseeing, looking right through you, as though you didn’t exist.

You kept going from person to person, trying to get someone to react, to speak, to move, anything. But nothing worked, they were all in their own world, and you didn’t seem to exist in it.

You were beginning to panic, what could you do? You needed help, you were right at the Akademiya, surely someone here would know what to do. With your plan in mind you began to head towards the Akademiya, determined to figure out what was happening. Then you hear someone from behind you speak

“Well now, isn’t this interesting, no Akasha?”

You freeze, the deep voice startling you, it's not a voice you had ever heard before.

You stayed frozen, just staring straight ahead into the eyes of the person in front of you, who was still excitedly chattering on about the hero of Teyvat, not even noticing what was happening in front of him.

“And who might you be?”

The voice was closer, and out of your periphery you noticed him moving, bringing his face closer to you. You flinched and turned away before you could get a look at him. He just let out a soft sound of annoyance, pulling back.

After what seemed like an eternity you found your voice.

“What is wrong with them? What’s going on? Who are you?”

“An excellent question, but I believe I asked one first, and it would be rude to just ignore someone now wouldn’t it?

You feel a hand come up to gently rest on your shoulder, a tiny amount of pressure being applied, trying to turn you around which you resisted. You let out a tiny yelp as the pressure increased and suddenly you were turned around to face the man.

He was dressed strangely to say the least, a long coat with all sorts of embellishments and feathers on the back, and a strange beak-like mask covering the top of his face.

He leaned in, the beak of his mask just inches away from your face, he tilted his head to the side, studying you, waiting for you to answer his question.

Your response was quiet, barely a whisper as you told him your name.

He nodded slightly acknowledging your answer, but seemed like he was waiting on more, after what seemed like an eternity he spoke again.

“And…” he trailed off, clearly wanting more information from you, though you weren’t sure what he wanted.

“And what?”

He smirked, straightening himself up to his full height. 

“And who are you, what are you doing here, why aren’t you wearing an Akasha, it’s quite strange for a resident of Sumeru city to not be wearing one.”

You took a moment to collect yourself before answering his questions, hoping that if you answered his, he’d tell you what was going on and then leave you alone.

“I’m no one really, I work at a bakery,” You were about to answer his other question when you paused. Why didn’t you wear the Akasha, everyone else did, and with it information was right there when you needed it, it was considered an indispensable part of Sumeru life. Before today there was nothing to indicate that there could be dangers to wearing one, other than… “The sages don’t wear them, if the people that control the Akashas don’t wear them why would I?”

You thought he might call you crazy, paranoid, delusional, or any of the great many other things people had called you when they found out you were hesitant to wear the Akasha. The last thing you had expected him to do was laugh, but that's what he did. 

You weren’t quite sure how to react to that, so you just waited for him to stop, a look of confusion on your face. Once he stopped he shook his head before speaking once again.

“My my, such a clever little thing. Only a baker, you have the makings of a proper scholar if you properly applied yourself.”

What do you say to that? You’ve spent your whole life hearing people say that you weren’t smart enough for the Akademiya, that you were paranoid for not trusting the Akasha, and now this strange man was telling you you were right the whole time. It was a bit too much to take in. Almost enough to make you forget about your questions, and why you were here.

So then, does that mean,” You stopped yourself, a bit hesitant to finish what you were about to say, but the man just gave you a not to continue, his smile steadily growing. “Does that mean the Akashas are doing this to them?”

“That is correct,” He smiled wider still, his pointed teeth showing, causing a shiver of fear to run down your spine. You hastily looked away from him as he leaned in closer, you could feel his breath on your face as he brought his mouth closer to your ear, practically whispering the rest to you. “It’s a little experiment of mine that the Sages were only too happy to assist me with, and it’s been a success, the Akashas can now deliver information directly into the subjects subconscious, allowing me to control them as I see fit.”

He stood up, taking a step back and gesturing to the cheering people around him. “Currently the people you see here are waiting for a pesky traveler to arrive, and when they do, why I imagine they won’t be able to hold back their adoration. I wonder, how do you think the traveler will react? Will they cut down the poor innocent people of Sumeru to escape, or will they simply flee like a common rat, unable to do anything.”

You had slowly been moving back as he spoke, inching back bit by bit, wanting to put as much space between you and the crazed scientist as possible. His mask covered his eyes, but you were sure if you could see them you’d see the manic gleam in them. There was clearly something wrong with him, he’s using the people of Sumeru as puppets, and the Sages are letting him. Only one thought ran through your mind as you turned to run through the crowd 

‘I need to get help’.

And with that you ran, darting between people, trying to get to the ramp to the lower level. So focused on your task to escape you didn’t even realise that the cheering had stopped, nor did you notice that many eyes were now trained on you. The hands you darted past so easily at first now sought to grab you. Gradually it became harder and harder to navigate the throngs of people, but you pushed forward, desperate to reach the ramp and flee this nightmare.

You were so close when a hand finally found purchase. Then another, and another, until many bodies were holding you in place, preventing your escape. You struggled against the hands but were ultimately unable to break free of their grasp. As you slowly ceased your struggles you heard footsteps slowly approaching you. You tried to control your breathing, willing yourself not to panic.

You kept your eyes trained on the ground as a pair of boots slowly came into view. The boots came to a gradual stop until they were directly in front of you.

“Well, what do you think? Perfect puppets, aren’t they?”

You didn’t respond, just kept your eyes trained on the ground, afraid to speak. When you didn’t respond you heard the rustling of clothes as he leaned down in front of you, bringing a hand out to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Hmm,” he smiled again as he pulled on your chin, lifting your head and forcing you to meet his gaze. It was painful, your neck twisting in an uncomfortable position because of how you were held. “Too stunned by the brilliance of my creation to speak. I understand.”

The hands holding you in place let go one by one, until he was the only one touching you. The cheering started back up again, everyone going back to what they had been doing prior to your escape attempt.

“I don’t believe I introduced myself earlier, I’m known as Il Dottore, a Harbringer from Snezhnaya. Now I can’t have you getting in the way of this very important meeting that I’m about to have, so I’m going to need you to be good and put this on for me.”

He held up an Akasha terminal, you immediately pulled back, struggling against his iron grip.

“You don’t want to? No matter, I’ll help you this one time.” He adjusted his grip and yanked your head to the side, placing the Akasha on your ear. You immediately felt it’s effect, your mind going fuzzy, all the fight leaving you. “Don’t worry though, you’re not going to play the part of the cheering crowd, you’re going to play the part of my perfect little assistant, who does everything they’re told.”

It felt strange and unnerving as the Akasha took over your mind. Your thoughts were disjointed and blurred, you could see Dottore speaking, but couldn’t hear anything. You were screaming at yourself to run but your body took the hand Dottore offered you and followed him up the steps to the Akademiya. He sat you down on a chair while he went back to what he was doing, waiting for his ‘guest of honor’.

You kept watching him until your vision gradually went black, the Akasha fully taking control.

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When you gradually came back to consciousness you had no idea where you were or how long the Akasha had been controlling you for. You stumbled to your feet, getting out of the small bed you were in. Once you were on your feet you started moving towards the door, the vertigo from finally being in control of your own body causing you to stumble as you walked.

You looked at your surroundings, confused, everything was made of wood, and it must’ve been your imagination, but you could’ve sworn that everything was moving, swaying back and forth. When you made it to the door that you could see light coming from you realised that something was very wrong.

You slowly opened it, your nose was quickly assaulted by the smell of salt, and all you could see around you was the blue sky and the ocean.

As you stumbled further out onto the deck of the ship, trying to figure out where you were, you spotted him, hunched over a table, reading over notes of some sort, surrounded by other people wearing masks.

He must’ve felt your gaze on him as he slowly looked over to you, a smirk growing on his face.

“It would appear that we have passed out of the reach of the Dendro archon, your Akasha terminal is no longer working,” He put down what he was looking over and started to walk over to you. “It’s too bad, I quite enjoyed you being my obedient little assistant. Without the Akasha it’s certainly going to be more difficult, but I’m sure we’ll figure out something.”

He stopped in front of you, gloved hand reaching out to hold your face, bringing your gaze back to his. You trembled in his hold, your fear growing as you realised you were completely at his mercy and had an unknown length of time missing from your memories.

Suna | Invisibility - watches you when you're showering/changing etc

Atsumu | Invisibility - sneaks around and gropes you, makes you wear tight fitting clothes so that he can fondle you in public without people noticing

Hanamaki | Telepathy - sends you horny thoughts 24/7, does it so often you have a hard time differentiating between his thoughts and yours

Gojo | Flight - takes you for a fly whether you want to or not, asks you questions about your love for him, answer wrong and he'll drop you (don't worry he does catch you)

Iwaizumi | Possession - takes over your body and touches yourself, you are aware of what's happening, but trapped in your head, has made you ride his unconscious body once

Nanami | X-ray vision - watches you all the time, there is no hiding from him. Also looks through your clothes quite often.

Oikawa | Air manipulation - loves literally taking your breath away, watching you gasp for air, willing to do anything to be able to breathe again.

Matsukawa | Electricity manipulation - loves shocking you, small ones to keep you on your toes, large ones when you've been bad. Loves mixing it in with sex, shocking your clit, or having his dick let out a pulse every time he bottoms out in you.

Osamu | Psychic (Remote viewing) - you think you’re alone, either having escaped, or on an outing that he has allowed, but he can watch you wherever he is.

There's just something about you when you're sleeping, you seem so peaceful, so relaxed. It's nothing like how you are when you're awake. When you're awake you fight them all the time, constantly arguing, saying you don't love them, that you don't want to be here. You constantly shy away from their touch, refusing even to look them in the eye.

Makki thinks you're the most beautiful when you're sleeping, your body so responsive to the slightest of touches, letting out soft mewls and sighs that had you been awake you would have muffled. You were so honest with him when you slept, unconsciously leaning into his touches.

That's why he was so excited when he got home from work and found you sleeping in the bedroom. He was quiet as he put down his bag and took off his shoes, tiptoeing over to your sleeping form. Once he reached the edge of the bed he took a moment to just enjoy the sight, with your peaceful face and your hair spread out around you like a halo you looked nothing short of angelic.

Taking out his phone he took a few photos, picking out his favourite he sent it to Mattsun along with a quick message: 'gonna have some fun, will you be home soon?'. He didn't bother waiting for a reply before tossing his phone to the side and beginning to climb up on the bed, hovering over you.

He brought a hand up, gently caressing your cheek before slowly moving his hand down further. He leaned down, laying a trail of soft kisses everywhere his hand caressed. Slowly he trailed down your body until he reached the hem of your shirt, dipping a hand underneath and sliding it back up, taking your shirt with it.

He sat up, taking in the sight of your half naked body, reaching a hand out to lightly caress your breast. Gently palming it before giving the nipple a quick pinch. He smiled turning his attention to your other breast, giving it the same attention.

He was about to keep going when his phone caught his attention, it was lit up and vibrating, a sure sign that he was getting a call.

Reaching over he picked it up, Mattsun's name and picture lit up his screen, swiping up he opened his phone, quickly accepting the call.

"Hey babe, how's work?" He heard Mattsun sigh on the other end of the phone, clearly not pleased that Makki was having fun with you while he was at work.

"It was fine, I'm on my way home now. Don't have too much fun without me."

"Oh? Heading home early? So naughty." Makki let out a soft laugh before switching the call to speakerphone and continuing his ministrations on you, returning his hands to your breasts, gently kneading them, causing you to let out a soft whimper that luckily, Mattsun was able to hear over the phone.

"It was a quiet evening, they didn't need me there, plus it sounds like you're having fun, I'd hate to miss out."

Makki hummed in agreement, continuing his treatment of your breasts. "How long till you get here?"

"Bout a half hour or so."

Makki shifted slightly, moving further down your body until his hand rests at the waistband to your sleep shorts, slightly dipping a finger under, smirking as you shifted in your sleep.

"-ro, Hiro, are you even listening to me?"

"Hmm? Sorry, got a bit distracted."

"I was asking if you wanted to make a bet." A bet? Makki perked up at the idea.

"A bet?"

"Yeah, a bet. If you can prep her enough by the time I get home without waking her up, then you can decide what we do for the next week."

Makki though it over, it always takes a lot of prep for them to be intimate with you, especially with Mattsun's size. "And if she wakes up?"

"Then you can't have the cream puffs I bought you today." Makki perked up at that, a week of calling the shots plus cream puffs, he could do it, no problem.

"Alright you're on, prep her without waking her up, done." Makki smiled, dipping his hands under your waistband again before slowly dragging your shorts down, he was going to need to get started right away if he only had half an hour.

"Both holes."

"What?"

"Prep both holes, unless you just want to watch." Well that complicated things.

"Alright fine, see you soon." And with that Makki hung up the phone, not waiting for Mattsun's reply, he didn't have any time to waste.

He carefully got up off the bed, careful not to jostle you too much. He then carefully removed your shorts, baring yourself to him. He carefully spread your legs, making sure not to wake you.

"Beautiful." The word came out as a sigh, he could spend the whole night just staring, but he had a bet to win.

Heading over to the closet he opened it up, taking a box down from the top shelf. Setting it down on the nightstand he rummaged around for a second before pulling out a few things, a few silk ties, a bottle of lube, and a few small butt plugs. He grabbed the ties first, taking each of your hands and securing them to the headboard, that way if you did wake up he wouldn't have to deal with you trying to stop him. Next he took the lube, popping open the cap he poured a generous amount of his index and middle fingers.

Setting right to work he moved to your lower hole, knowing it would take more time to properly stretch. He carefully inserted one finger, gently wiggling it around to loosen you up. Once he felt less resistance he started pushing in a second finger, pausing for a moment when you shifted in your sleep. Once you settled down again he resumed pushing his finger in until it fit snugly next to his other one.

Slowly he moved them in and out, getting your body used to the intrusion, wiggling and scissoring them slightly. Once he felt you were loose enough he reached over to grab the smallest plug, dousing it in a healthy amount of lube before carefully inserting it into your butt. He carefully wiggled it back and forth, pulling at it slightly before deciding it was good for now.

He took a quick look at his phone, 10 mins down, 20 to go, he'd need to pick up the pace.

He cleaned off his fingers before applying more lube. This time he reached for your clit, gently circling it, applying just enough pressure to have you softly cooing in your sleep, slightly arching up into his touch.

"Look at you, so greedy for my fingers, why can you be this honest all the time?"

Moving lower he parted your lower lips, dipping the tips of his fingers into your pussy, gently starting to probe and explore. One finger turned into two, turned into three, and he was about to work in a fourth when he realised he had been neglecting your other hole.

Quickly switching gears he gently removed the butt plug, stopping anytime you moved too much. Once it was out he lubed up one just a bit larger, just like the first he carefully inserted it, playing with it a bit, just to make sure it fit snug.

Happy with how preparations were going he took another look at his phone.

"Shit, is that really the time? Issei'll be here any minute."

He quickly went back to your pussy, diving in with three fingers, stretching you more and more. He rushed adding a fourth in, and it must've stretched a bit too much as he heard a soft whimper come from above him. Worried he whipped his head up before relaxing when he realised you were still asleep.

"That's it, good girl, just relax and let me take care of you." He leaned down, giving your clit a soft kiss before he began slowly pumping the four fingers in and out of you.

He brought his other hand down to play with the plug, slightly tugging at it, seeing how much you stretched around it. Letting it go he gave it a little slap, forcing it in deeper, causing you to let out a low moan which went straight to his dick. He'd been ignoring it this whole time, solely focused on prepping you, but the throbbing was getting to be too much, and he readjusted his position so that he could rut against the bed as he continued fingering you.

He was so caught up in the haze of pleasure that he didn't hear Mattsun enter the house, jumping when he felt a weight drape across his back. One hand going straight to his dick, squeezing and rubbing it through his pants. He recognized the low rumbling laugh from behind him.

"Shit man, you scared me."

"Not my fault you were too busy to notice me," he slid his hand up slightly until he reached the waistband of Makki's pants, dipping underneath immediately to grab his dick, stroking it quickly, "although if I was in the same position as you I doubt I'd fare any better."

Makki could do anything to reply other than moan out Mattsun's name, rutting into his hand, losing himself to the pleasure. He was rather shocked when the hand was abruptly taken away followed by the telltale sound of a belt being undone.

Turning around to watch Mattsun strip Makki palmed himself through his pants, enjoying the show. Mattsun was a glorious sight, toned body towering over him, and his thick dick slowly growing. Makki reached out, pumping him a bit, getting him to full hardness before standing up and stripping himself, then picking up the toys from the bed and putting them away. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Mattsun untie your hands, tossing the ties to the side.

He trailed his hands down your body, stopping once he reached the apex of your thighs. He dipped in one thick finger followed closely by another, scissoring them slightly to see just how much makki had prepped you. He took his fingers away, a satisfied look on his face.

"Not bad, looks like you didn't get her ass fully stretched though." He toyed with the plug, slightly pulling it out before pushing it back in, turning to Makki with a raised brow.

"It's stretched enough, I'll fit."

Mattsun gave a slight laugh at that, "will you? 20 bucks says you can't get your dick in there without waking her up with how little you've stretched her."

Makki's eyes gleamed at the challenge, "oh yeah? Step aside, I'll show you."

Mattsun did as Makki requested, moving to the side, allowing him access to your body. Makki quickly slicked himself up with lube before he carefully removed the plug. You stirred a bit, but stayed asleep so Makki continued, slowly pressing into you, groaning at the tightness.

“Fuck,” he choked out, “She always feels so good.”

Mattsun chuckled behind him, watching as Makki slowly sunk himself fully into you. “Looks like I owe you a 20, now get her turned around, you don’t get all the fun.”

And so the two of them carefully maneuvered you so that Makki was on his back, with you laying on top of him, legs spread, inviting Mattsun to plunge himself into your pussy, which he did, all at once, without any hesitation.

You clamped down on them, drawing moans from both of them as you woke with a scream from the stretch. You immediately thrashed around, trying to get out of their hold, but their grip was firm and you only pushed yourself down on them further.