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Sigma was taken in by fyodor after he escaped the place he was being held captive. Their first conversation was mainly one sided, fyodor doing most of the talking and sigma can still remember it as if it was yesterday.
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"Well hello there, please do tell me what happened to you, I'm very curious."
Fyodor said looking at sigma, specifically at the handcuffs connected by a chain around his wrists and something metal feeling around his neck, sigma couldn't tell what it was since he hadn't seen himself before.
He had stayed silent, not saying anything, not even doing as much as nodding or shaking his head. He was panicked. Thoughts going back and forth in his head, he was confused and scared. It seems as though fyodor had noticed his panic and spoke up first
"Hm, it's quite alright, take a moment. But I do not have all day so please do not take more then an hour."
He finished and gave a smile, and for some reason it did not seem real. It felt like it was burning sigmas skin just by looking at it, so quickly after he looked away.
About 2 minutes passed and sigma was still trying to gather his thoughts, then out of no where there were footsteps not so far away from the 2 of them. Fyodor had obviously heard and sighed looking Almost disappointed.
"Ah, shame. I was hoping no one would disturb our time together."
And just as he had finished, 2 man came in, basically knocking the door down, obviously they were looking for sigma since he had escaped and were to be taken back.
"There you are, How dare you try to run away you slave! When we get back to the-"
One of the man were speaking but were interrupted by fyodor who stepped in front of them to get their attention.
"I apologize but you're mistaken, he is not going back to you. They is no room for discussion here I'm afraid, so I suggest you take your leave before things get messy."
Sigma could not see fyodors face but from the looks of the 2 man, it was obviously something you'd see in your nightmares. The other man spoke up
"And who do you think you are?! You have no business here what so ever! We will not listen to someone wh-"
He was interrupted yet again but not by words, but by his death. Fyodor grabbed his hand and then in a flash the man's blood was all over the place, and the he fell to the ground already not breathing. Screaming filled the room but it ended just as fast as it started. Both of the man were dead.
If sigma was scared, now he was absolutely horrified! What was happening! How could he kill them from a simple touch?! More thoughts were racing in his head but he was brought back by fyodor kneeling before him. Sigma hadn't even realized he fell to the ground most likely from shock.
The second he saw fyodor close to him, kneeling before him so they were on the same level, he immediately crawled backwards until he hit the wall (which wasn't the far). He was shaking, trembling, and couldn't catch his breathe.
Fyodor slowly moving his hand to towards sigmas head, and sigma let a few tears fall from his eyes before Squeezing then shut.
"See? It's alright, I cant hurt you unless I activate my ability, and I have no interest in killing you. Not yet at least."
His words were almost comforting until the last part.
"I know how you're here, what made you, and what your purpose is. So I suggest you come with me."
He said as he started to lightly pet sigmas head, it was the illusion of comfort. Sigma did not have much of a choice either way, he had to go with him or else he was as good as dead, that's for sure.
He stood up and brushed off some of the dirt the was on his legs from kneeling on the dirty floor, then started walking away, signaling for sigma to follow, and he did. He stood up and he followed fyodor like a lost puppy who had no one else to turn to, but thinking about it twice, that was close to the truth anyways.
They had walked for a long time until they came to a big building, this was their final destination it seems. Fyodor opened the door and held it open so sigma could walk in, and the moment he did, he was stunned.
The place looks so beautiful, like a huge castle from a fairytale. But maybe it only seemed that way because all sigma had in his short life was a room that could barely fit him.
"Now, shall we get these off of you? It surely can't be comforting. Follow me."
He did as he was told, he followed fyodor to a room full of Equipment, it looked almost scary but unsettling was a better word to describe it. Fyodor pointed at a chair and sigma quickly sat on it. A moment later fyodor took a tool and walked towards him signaling to put his hands out.
And with a fast snap he was free of those handcuffs and the metal collar around his neck. He felt free but still trapped at the same time, but one step at a time was all he could do for now, he'll figure it out later. Somehow.
"There we go, isn't that better?"
He said giving sigma a smile, another one of those smiles.
"Now lets go and give you a bath, I'm assuming they never let you have one, correct?"
He could only nod in response
He was right, he was never allowed to have a bath or shower. He definitely smelled horrible but it wasn't his fault. His hand was taken, and he was being led to another room.
[The next part is not to sexual sigma in any way, please keep that in mind]
It was the bathroom, it was nice and clean. Fyodor had probably guessed that sigma didn't know how to take a bath with the fact that he never had one. So he stayed with him, telling him to take off what he had on while he started the bath, warm water filling the tub. Eventually it was full and he was told to sit down in the tub, he did and it felt nice, really nice. This was the first time in his life that he was being treated with somewhat care.
"Now just remember how I do it, and the next time you take a bath or shower, you'll be doing it yourself."
Sigma nodded and started to observe closely to how fyodor would put shampoo on the loofah, and rub it on his body, he only did it for the upper half oh his body, the lower half he handed it to sigma and told him to try to do it himself.
The next part was his hair, it was horrible. It was tangled and dirty, there was a lot to be done. Fyodor started with brushing it at the ends then working his way up to the top, sometimes he would have no choice but to cut a bit off, because it was beyond saving, which ended in a rather...strange haircut. Sometimes sigma would let out a little whimper from the pain and everytime fyodor would hush him, but in a kind way, it made him understand how much patience fyodor had for him. Much more then anybody else ever had.
Finally after a solid 15 minutes of brushing, he put away the hair brush and told sigma close his nose and eyes then sink his head into the water, and he did just that and after 5 seconds he was pulled back out of the water, his hair being wet and dripping. Fyodor started to wash his hair, getting a little soap on his arms but he didn't seem to care or mind.
Soon after he was told to sink into the water again to get the soap off, After doing so the final touches were to shower some water onto sigma head to get the soap out and wipe his face with a towel, since he had water and soap all over it.
"And we're done, not get up and step out of tub."
Fyodor told him as he sat up and went to get a big towel that would cover his whole body, now Sigma was out of the tub now and fyodor helped rap the towel around him. A moment later another towel came into view, this one was for his hair, fyodor dried sigmas hair with it and then threw it away and let it fall on the ground.
"Give me a moment, don't go anywhere, understood?"
Sigma nodded, he sat on the edge of the tub and waited, still holding his towel so it won't fall. Around 3 minutes passed and fyodor came back and some clothes he thought sigma could wear.
It was a rather simple outfits really, a black turtle with a light purple sweater and tan pants. Still it was way better then what he had to wear before, Every day. Fyodor gave him the clothes and left the room, giving him some privacy to change. After he was done, he came out of the bathroom and handed the towel over to fyodor, he took it and placed it on a table.
"Thank you.."
It was quiet and it made sigma sound very unsure of what he was saying, like he had been participating it over and over in his head and still failed to make it come out properly. Well that was exactly what happened.
"Ah good, you can talk, I was starting to question if I had to specify that you can speak."
Fyodor chuckled to himself.
"huh?"
Was all sigma could say in return, he was confused on what did fyodor mean by 'specify if he can speak'.
"Oh nothing for you to worry about, just a small reference to a thing I did. It's alright I'm sure you'll understand with time."
Fyodor told him while giving yet another chuckle, he is so strange..
But he had no choice but to suck it up and live with him.
Sigma has been living with fyodor for a month, he has been teaching him many things, like how to speak properly, read, write, and the basics of other things like what to eat and when, and when to sleep and wake up. Ironic really coming from him because he doesn't follow these rules himself. Sometimeshe would even try to teach sigma Russian, but he was having a hard time with it, so fyodor Decided to teach it to him after he mastered one language. (Could be Japanese or English, you Decide, its not relevant to the plot)
Sigmas work only consisted of small chores, but he really starting doing them without being asked to, because everytime fyodor came back from whatever he was doing, he was tired. So sigma took it upon himself to clean up the place.
But his other part of work was less pleasant, it happened 13 times and each time he wished it was over very quickly.
Fyodor would bring someone to sigma and told him to use his ability on them. Most likely because he needed information out of them and they refused to speak. What always send a shiver down his spine is that they were always blindfolded and had a gag in their mouth, you could see that the blindfold was wet, they would always cry. And the gag was from stopping the blood from dripping. Everytime they wouldn't speak up, a part of their tounge would be cut off. Not enough to kill them but enough to send a message that they should of spoke when they had the chance.
Sigmas job was simply getting the information fyodor needed and telling it to him with absolute truth and no details left out. It sounds easy but it wasn't when the person on the other end was already half way to death, and crying from pain.
But sigma couldn't tell fyodor that it bothered him. He couldn't. Fyodor saved him, took him in, took care of him, gave him food to eat, and clothes to wear. He just can't tell him if something bothers him because he wouldn't want to sound ungrateful. But if you put aside that put, fyodor was nice to sigma, he would sometimes come into his room and brush sigmas hair. Fyodor liked his hair a lot, he had told him before that 'long hair is always beautiful, no matter who has it. But of course they need to take very good care of it'.
Then one day, something very strange happened, an unexpected visitor came. Quite literally unexpected. He appeared out of no where.
It was a late Friday night, and sigma made dinner for fyodor and him. He was getting the plates when out of nowhere, a guy who was tall and dressed like a clown appeared. Fyodor was a bit annoyed, but smiled anyways. While sigma was stunned and couldn't move.
"Господи, ты не поверишь, что случилось-"
[oh my God, you wont believe what happened]
He started talking but then turned around and saw sigma, scared out of his mind that a total stranger came- no, appeared in fyodors house.
"ой, кто это? фейда, ты не говорил мне, что у тебя здесь кто-то есть!"
[oh, whos this? feyda you didnt tell me you had someone here!]
He said turning to fyodor again, while sigma was still confused and scared.
"Коля, он не понимает по-русски. и будь нормальным, ты его пугаешь."
[Kolya, he doesn't understand Russian. and be normal, you're scaring him]
Fyodor paused for a moment then continued
"и я использовал его для наших планов."
[and i was using him for our plans]
He finished telling him and turned to sigma.
"It's alright, he's a..friend of mine, no need to be scared. And he got here by using his ability, so you can ask him about that if you wish to later."
Sigma was not so sure about this guy but..trusting fyodor was his only option.
"Hi there!! Oh oh!! Here's a quiz for you! What's my name!"
He said rather loudly to sigma.
"..."
"THATS RIGHT~! I'm Nikolai, Nikolai gogol! Now what's your name? A friend of dos-kuns is a friend of mine after all!"
Nikolai finished and waited for an answer.
"Sigma."
He told him, he had no last name. So it's not like he didn't want to introduce himself properly, it's just that he couldn't.
"Hm, you're a quiet one, but that's fine! I'm sure we'll be the best of friends Sigma!!"
Nikolai said as he grabbed both of sigmas hands into his own. Sigma was very uncomfortable, he didn't mind touch, but he was very unused to it. Fyodor wasn't exactly the touching type, and when he does do something that requires touching, like brushing his hair, he'll always tell him beforehand.
"dostoevsky-San."
Sigma said turning to fyodor, pleading for help. Nikolai doesn't seem to care about sigmas discomfort but surely he'll listen to fyodor, right?
"You'll be fine sigma, he won't do anything to harm you. Not as long as I'm here anyways. And in any case, touch is something you'll have to get used to eventually, not everyone will tell you what they'll do before doing it like I do."
He smiled at sigma but gave an strange expression probably directed at Nikolai because after he saw it, he let go of sigma.
Yup..both of them were strange.