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How It Started (1374)
Most women who have matured have about one week a month that most women like to call hell. It’s when the woman's uterus sheds because you aren't pregnant. Yes, a woman's body really punishes you for not being pregnant. It typically starts when you are a pre-teen or teen.
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A period. It makes you bleed, causes cramps to the unlucky, and leads to some… odd cravings when it comes to food.
It was very unfortunate Yosano had started hers at work. Thank god she had supplies in her office. Well most of it. She didn't have any pain medications in stock at the moment. She had used the rest on Dazai yesterday.
Dazai and Kunikida had gotten back from a pretty rough mission yesterday. Dazai had got caught in the shockwave of a military grade bomb, leaving him with some mild injuries. He had sat in Yosano’s office complaining about the pain for a good hour before Yosano had used the rest of her medications on Dazai to get him to shut up before she killed him.
She wouldn’t have any more in the office anymore till Friday, which was 3 days away. What was worse was Yosano walked to work, so she didn't exactly want to walk to her house in pain. So she decided to ask around the office for someone to go run to get her some meds.
She started with the people who were in the office early. That currently was Kunikida, Kenji, and Atsushi, who had just arrived.
She started with the ones most likely to be willing to do such a task. “Hey Atsushi could you do something for me?” Yosano asked the white haired boy who had just sat down at his desk to start working.
“Sorry, I can’t really do any task at the moment, Kunikida will kill me if I don’t get this report done and in his hands in an hour. Can you wait for whatever you need me to do till later?”
“You know what, never mind Atsushi, you get your work done love.”
Well, that was one out of 3. She really didn't want to ask Kenji as he was a kid and normally didn't walk to work on his own. He walked with Kunikida in the mornings and Dazai in the evenings as Kunikida stayed in the office till he was done with everything. Concerning even Yosano with how late he had stayed sometimes.
So next was Kunikida. Though, the moment Yosano saw Kunkida at his desk working looking half asleep; probably from staying in the office to fill out the mission report from last night. As much as Yosano would feel bad asking Kunikida to do something for her, she really needed pain medications before her cramps got to unbearable.
“Kunikida.”
Yosano spoke to get the tall man’s attention. He paid her no mind. Figures. Of course he wouldn’t be paying any attention to anything other than his work. If Dazai didn’t bother him so much he probably would pay attention.
Guess Kenji it was.
“Hey Kenji, could you go to my dorm and bring back some Tylenol?”
The sweet boy looked up at her confused “What’s that” he asked with that look children had filled with curiosity.
“It’s a medication that helps with pain.” Yosano explained softly, which made Kenji’s bright smile drop a little as he looked at her.
“Are you in pain!?” He panicked, looking ready to go get another adult if he needed one.
Yosano had no idea if she should lie to the sweet kid or not. Though you couldn’t lie to this kid who would take down an army to protect those he loved.
“I’m in just a little pain, that’s why I need you to go on the quick errand run for me.”
“What kind of pain?”
Well… maybe lying wouldn’t be so bad to do right now, it would be a little odd to explain to the young boy about period cramps. Or at least it's definitely not something she wanted to discuss at the moment.
“Girl pain.” That was bound to be a good enough answer, and it seemed to be as Kenji smiled and ran off on his errand Yosano had sent him on.
Dazai walked in drenched and complaining AGAIN. Could this get any worse?!
“I jumped in the river but it was way too cold, it’s so cruel Kunikida!” The brunette spoke before latching onto Kunikida picking and prodding at the other man’s outfit. It didn’t take long for the blond to shove Dazai off him and onto the ground before returning to his own work.
“Dazai…” Yosano hissed at the man who was shivering slightly on the ground. He was stupid to try drowning himself, especially in winter when it made recovery much worse.
Dazai grinned at the lady who grabbed him by the scruff of his coat and started dragging him to her office with much more force than she normally put. She was quick to toss Dazai some towels, and spare clothes before making him strip and sending him to the shower, and then proceeded to dry his clothes.
At this point it had been about 15 minutes since she had sent Kenji to go retrieve some meds, and the cramps started to not just be uncomfortable, but painful.
It was a miracle that when Kenji entered the office that Yosano could stand up. Her cramps were always hell. Without medications they could get so bad that moving was like trying to climb a mountain with a knife through your stomach area that went through several different organs yet you weren’t able to die.
She took the medicine that the younger boy had handed her quickly, thanking the boy before he skipped out of her office, carrying a grin on his face.
When Dazai finally emerged from the bathroom, he was right back to complaining about anything and everything. Like how the water pressure was way too soft, and how it took way too long for the water to warm up. Yosano was going to smack Dazai if he didn’t knock it off. She wasn’t in the mood for such a thing.
“Cut it out Dazai.” She spoke resting a heating pad on her lower stomach while she waited for the medicine to kick in.
The man looked at Yosano in confusion, normally she was less… murderous than what he was seeing.
“Your quiet boring today~” Dazai edged her on, trying to get some form of reaction from her different mood.
“Get out of my office.” She spoke harshly, trying not to frown at the man.
“Nah, I think I will hang around. Try to unwrap the mystery of why you’re so prissy today!” Dazai grinned and put his hands on his hips like he was declaring he had landed on the moon, proud and intrigued.
“I’m on my period, is that a good enough answer?”
“How does your period affect your mood so much? You look like you want to kill me!”
“You seem to lack any understanding of basic women’s anatomy.” Yosano replied before pointing to the door.
“Fine, though I still don’t see why you're so mad.” Dazai shrugged before turning away and grabbing his now dried clothes and walking out of the room.
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Obviously words got around of course, Dazai was a blabber mouth. So around partway though the day a tired Kunikida left some chocolates on her deck and a page apologizing for not paying attention. It’s not like he sighed his name or anything, but Kunikida was the only one who would leave a note about a page long.
However, she saw a sentence in Kunikida’s notes that stuck out to her.
“I’m sorry about the actions of others about the pain you are currently in. It’s impossible for us to be able to share the same pain you go through with this…”
Yosano took a moment to reread that section of the note. It is impossible for them to feel her pain… because they didn’t have uterus’s… though she had seen a machine that could replicate something close to period cramps…
What type of machine was she thinking about?
Well a Transcutaneous Electrical Stimulation of course!
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Yosano got the machine about 3 days after she ordered it. She knew she would have more fun with it after her period, so about a week later, several days after it all, she brought the machine in and sat the item on the table by the couch Dazai seemed to like so much.
Dazai was going to be her first victim.
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The Armed Detective Agency
“DAZAI YOU BANDAGE WASTING MACHINE!” Kunikida shouted while his hands were wrapped around Dazai’s throat, shaking the grinning man back and forth to try to get whatever point he was trying to make clear. Doing it, even while knowing it would be futile.
Dazai never cared enough, it would be bold to even say the shorter man even enjoyed such treatment from the blond.
The yelling that now filled the office was a clear sign of who entered the office. Who else made Kunikida scream his lungs out the moment he set foot in the office?
The moment Dazai was free from the taller man, he walked towards his favorite couch in the ADA, only to see Yosano sitting on that very same couch, savoring her tea peacefully, and an odd thing of bolts and metal, resting on the worn table.
“Hey Yosano-” there was a sudden sharp intake of air from the other side of the room. Dazai looked at the noise. It seemed it had been Ranpo. The man who had taken every and all precautions to keep his distance from the women who he always seemed to be talking to. He now instead was hovering by Kunikidas watching with eagle eyes.
Dazai was fucked.
“Good morning, Osamu.” Yep, Dazai did not want to stay anymore.
“Morning…” The tall man spoke before slowly attempting to take a few steps back.
“Ah, That won’t help you dear.” The woman smiled, the same smile Dazai shared with her when he was working in the mafia.
“Why don’t you come join me?” Yosano patted the area on the firm couch next to her, smiling into the void of her tea cup.
“That's alright, I think I have some paperwork to work on! Right Kunikida?”
“Like hell you will do it yourself.” Kunikida huffed a breath wrapping up whatever notes he was adding to the pile of files on his desk.
Dazai now realized he could no longer escape whatever Yosano had planned. The man joined Yosano on the couch stiff as a board with a masked grin, like he was not uncomfortable about the unknown of that odd metal box on the table. He didn’t like how it looked.
Yosano set her tea down with a slight clink on the surface, where she set her cup on the windowsill. “I have such a wonderful type of suicide here, would you like to try it?”
“I highly doubt that's what that device is for-”
“Wonderful!”
“Wait but I didn’t agree to this!” Dazai squeaked as his vest was removed, Yosano made quick work of unbuttoning the man's shirt. She set odd squared tape with wires onto his lower stomach.
“May I present to you my reason! Period Cramps!” The woman smiled, grabbing a remote in her hands.
“So that's what this is… Are you really still complaining about that? It can’t even be that bad, I’ve been through worse!”
Yosano smiled then pressed a button that made a small click.
“See-”
The pain hit Dazai suddenly. Holy hell. The man instinctively curled up on himself clutching his stomach, before rolling off the couch and squirming on the floor as the pain in his gut seemed to get worse the longer the pain vibrated through him.
“I’n dying, PLEASE HELP ME!” Dazai practically shrieked, which very much drew the attention of a very angry Kunikida. Who was staring at the folded begging Dazai on the ground by a very content Yosano hovering over the body.
“Dazai-” Atsushi spoke, worried. The younger boy had just entered the room, getting back from an errand he had been given an hour before this. He had just walked into his meteor screaming in pain, so it was no wonder the boy was suddenly at the older man's side, taking off the odd sticky items on Dazai’s stomach.
“Atsushi. Did you just ruin my fun?” she growled as Dazai went to crawl off, making a very pitiful show of getting to his feet and hiding behind Kunkida.
“Ah- Miss Yosano- I promise I'm very sorry!” Atsushi spoke, having his hands up in some mix of defence and submission. He didn’t want to get dragged into this.
“It sounds like you want a turn!” She hummed before shoving Atsushi on the couch behind him and giving him the same treatment as Dazai. Soon the younger boy was hooked up to this torture device. Yosano clicked the button which made Atsushi panic before calming down a little.
“It's not too bad…”
Kenji suddenly appeared offering his hand to Atsushi, though it was in an odd way as the blonde hand was in the other man's face.
“You ready?” Yosano asked, fiddling with the remote in her hand like a bored toddler.
Kenji interrupted.
“Want to hold my hand before it gets worse?”
“No, I think it's alright.” Atsushi speaks, though the younger boy keeps his hand out.
Not even a moment that Yosano boosted the power of the device did Atsushi yelp and went to take back his original statement about holding Kenji’s hand.
“WAIT HOLD MY HAND! HOLD IT PLEASE HOLD IT” Atsushi begs before squeezing the younger's hands before Yosano turns off the device.
“I will never disrespect a woman's duties again… I'm so sorry.” He had not ever even disrespected a woman but none of that mattered to the boy. Of course he found something that was ‘wrong’ whether he did something or not. Atsushi stares at Yosano like he had just been told Santa didn’t really exist. This was going to be a lesson he would never forget till the day he died.
“Yosano.” Kunikida approached slowly with a look of pure regret, even though he hadn't done anything, other than leave his desk.
“May I try?” The man asked as Yosano freed the shaking boy and hooked up Kunikida with much more kindness than the other two.
“I’m doing this merely for educational understanding, do you hear me?” Kunikida spoke nervously, leaning back and trying to get comfortable. Any comfort he had gotten didn’t last long. Yosano had started the man on level 3. The man was quick to double back in pain trying to yell but covering his mouth. Yosano was nice to the man, only leaving him hooked to the machine long enough to get a reaction, before it was turned off and he had never been more grateful.
He darted right back to his seat and was quick to probably note his understanding down in his notebook. Safe to say, any doubts that man may have had on the pain that women went through on their cycles, was now very much gone.
Suddenly, the door slammed open showing a man with a raccoon on his shoulder who jumped at his own action he had committed in slamming the door. He mumbled something to the door before walking over to where Ranpo had stationed himself.
“Hey Ranpo… Could you read my new manuscript?” The shy author asked the detective. He handed over a small stack of papers held together by a paperclip.
“Oooo~” Ranpo hummed excitedly before snatching the papers with a grin. “Thanks Poe!”
“Oh! Isn’t the one and only Edgar Allen Poe!” Yosano spoke with an odd growl in the back of her throat.
“Yes…?”
“Can you come help me?” She asked. At this point Karl had left Poe to go curl up on the detective's lap with a purr of contentment.
“Oh, sure?” The writer spoke nervously before sitting down. Helping out the Armed Detective Agency was the least he could do for being spared jail time and attempting to kill Ranpo and his dear friend who looked a little too… murderous.
With some convincing, she was able to have Poe take his top off long enough to hook him up.
“Not to sound rude… But what have you hooked me up to?”
“Oh! Did I not tell you? Silly me! This is a simulation for cramps!”
“What.” Poe stared. He knew exactly what this was now. They were quite popular for women to use on males in America. Poe would much rather get shot than go through with this ‘test’. No wonder half of the ADA was hiding by Kunikida as a shield, even Kunikida seemed shaken.
“I do believe I should be off now.” Poe couldn't help but panic slightly and he attempted to stand up before Yosano grabbed him by his shoulders and shoved him back onto the couch.
“You can spare some time!”
“Please no. Ranpo, write my eulogy for me before I perish-" Poe’s voice raises a full octave as he clutched his stomach, folding in on himself. Yosano had set this man on level 7, which is about the peak range of what is considered average cramp pain. Poe managed to get himself to breathe through it after way too much squirming.
Poe’s worry was not the pain, but the fact all eyes most definitely had gone to him due to his very clear show of noise and heavy breathing. The worst part of this whole thing is the embarrassment. All eyes on him, watching, judging his strength.
Even Ranpo, he must be sitting here watching him like he was prey to this metal box of torment. If Poe couldn’t handle pain such as this, how could he even consider himself worthy of being Ranpo’s rival?
Once Poe seemed to handle the pain well, Yosano lost her interest, Poe was handling this a little too well for her liking physically. Even as she bumped the levels higher, Poe managed to keep himself together from what she could see. So this game was definitely over due to the boredom.
When Poe was finally free from whatever the hell that was he darted, he almost made it out of the office before Ranpo had cornered the poor man. Poe was red, probably from straining his face to try to not make any noise after he had screamed earlier. It also didn't help how embarrassed he was, shaking slightly, Karl was suddenly climbing up Poe’s leg, pawing at the man's face.
Karl was a service animal, it warned him of intense anxiety and was meant to stop dangerous panic attacks. When he has a panic attack, let's just say, he is not the only one at risk of pain.
The trash panda continues to warn the man, pawing and now chittering in his ear.
“Poe, I was able to tell who the killer was after page 5. New record for you. Though it did not fool the Greatest Detective!”
The shorter man spoke with a grin handing the papers back to Poe. Had the detective not seen him? His pitiful behavior? Why was he acting like Poe was worth his time?
“Really…” Poe asked, staring at the shorter man with a look of suspicion.
“Have I ever lied to you?” Ranpo asked, tilting his head and a candy seemingly too magically formed in his hand before he shoved it into his mouth and sucking on it.
Suddenly Dazai approached with a wicked grin plastered on his face.
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“There is no way he would take you up on your offer Dazai!” Kunikida huffed air in Dazai's face. While Poe and Ranpo were conversing by the door. Dazai really believed he could convince Ranpo to try the machine, even though he had just watched most of the ADA lose their composure so quickly that it was disgraceful.
Dazai, not caring, walked right into their conversation, shoving Poe aside with a smile.
“Hey Ranpo~” The brunette spoke with a purr in his voice, waving several bags of chips just out of reach of the shorter man.
“These can be all yours if you give dear Miss Yosano a helping hand with trying what she brought in.”
“Im not stupid enough to be bribed by some chips Dazai-”
Dazai then grabbed a limited edition bag of lollipops from his back pocket. Damn! He had brought a very much irresistible back up plan.
“You know what, I do believe I would love to help!”
And just like that Ranpo sat in front of Yosano, candy in his mouth with a face of pure regret. Had the candy been really worth the pain he was about to experience? No. It absolutely was not.
Yosano had put him on level 1. Ranpo seemed to be unphased, his face that odd calm when he seemed to be in thought about something. Until he suddenly stood up and chucked the machine into the wall beside them, almost breaking the glass window in the process. Thank god that their windows had small ledges or that would have been bad..
The snack fiend proceeded to curl up under his desk taking his chips with him and didn't emerge for the rest of the day…
Well, until Kunikida made him leave so he could lock up the building.
Well safe to say, Yosano ended the day happy.
The rest of the staff was unaccounted for in that regard.
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The Port Mafia
“You have got to be shitting me.” Chuuya growled at the poorly placed box at his door. Dazai had sent him a package. That is never a good sign. Getting mail from Dazai ended up with him watching his new car explode in front of his eyes in the parking lot. It had ended up with glitter covering his house so bad that even years after he still seems to find glitter, after MOVING. It had led to betting on how long it would take their mentee’s to finally come clean about what they did after the mission together, spoiler alert, that bet was still going.
Now there sat a box, what could possibly be in such a box? A bomb? Maybe something stupid like a concerning amount of cheap whisky. Something that had driven him insane. When Dazai pulled that stunt. He didn’t like whiskey and it being that cheap shit had not helped him in the distaste of such alcohol. Chuuya hated wasting alcohol on top of all of that.
The box was covered in tape. Did Dazai somehow cook up some kind of weapons that would kill him if he so much as opened the box- okay yeah that was probably unlikely, even for Dazai.
He left the box outside, just in case. Grabbed the knife he always had on body and opened it. Chuuya couldn’t help but flinch at the item inside. It was something he remembered too well.
Kōyō Ozaki. The lady who had taught him the ways of the mafia. Taught him how to deal with Dazai without killing the man. How to deal with the crushing anxiety that came with his job.
She had brought in a device one time while teaching him about the basics of anatomy. Mostly it had started with finding weak points in the body, the ones that were very clear, and then what arteries to shoot to get someone to live long enough to talk. It had progressed to that one talk everyone gets at some point in puberty.
He couldn’t forget the day she had brought in several of the teens who had yet to get the talk into her office. It had been Chuuya, Atuagawa and his sister, and Michizō Tachihara. Let's just say that day was horrible. It definitely taught him to give more grace to some of the female members. He had been the unfortunate first to experience the contraption.
“Chuuya, are you sure you want to go first?” Atuagawa had asked that day. Chuuya’s ego couldn’t have been worse that day.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’m strong enough to handle some ridiculous pain simulations.”
Kōyō had not been amused at that. She had told him later that she had put the levels up to 10 for that comment while she had claimed it was one just because she had been mad at him for downplaying pain he had yet to actually experience.
She had turned it on, he remembered yelling. Lots and lots of yelling.
“WHAT THE HELL! WHAT IS THIS? TURN IT OFF RIGHT NOW!”
Chuuya had been moving so frantically that he hadn’t given anyone a chance to exactly help him. Kōyō had been laughing too hard to even have a moment to turn it off.
Chuuya had sat on level 10 for about 2 minutes before he had gotten pinned by someone who had removed the little squares that had caused him way too much pain. Chuuya had never been more upset in his life.
The yelling had drawn Mori, their boss, to see a short redhead kicking random furniture around the room. That had been a very humiliating experience.
Atuagawa reacted to the pain the most calmly.
He had not reacted to level one.
“It’s unpleasant… but tolerable.”
That comment had been made about level 3 which was deemed good enough for Kōyō to let the boy leave. Though Chuuya had found the man laying on the couch wide eyed an hour later like he had been told he was being sacrificed to the devil.
Chuuya looks at the box sitting open in front of his apartment. Yeah, no way he was going to keep it after that whole fiasco years back. He was just going to dump the thing.
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Decay Of Angles
The alley ways. They're great places to find information, drunk idiots, and even the occasional treasure that people scrap to the streets due to their laziness. This street was the one in which Fyodor rather liked. He has spilled Dazai’s blood here once.
When he had stolen his hat.
Though that didn't matter, he was out here looking for some mechanics for whatever Nikolai wanted. That man got bored with mind games, which was one of few things that could give any form of shock value to such a man like Fyodor. How could anyone find such a pleasing game of chess or cards boring.
Maybe it was because Fyodor always won with almost less than 10 moves. Maybe Nikolai can’t take losing. Though that sounds a lot like his own type of problem. Maybe he should actually try thinking for once. That clown never seemed to put too much thought into his actions.
Though here Fyodor was, going through the alley's trash for Nikolai. What had he turned into?
It wasn't long before he found something quite interesting. A device with levels? Looked like something Nikolai would find enjoyment in. Though what was it for. It didn’t seem to have any distinguishing features that could lead Fyodor to any clean idea of what this was.
Whatever it was, Nikolai could scrap it if it lacked any entertainment value.
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“Where are the goods?”
Nikolai the moment Fyodor had stepped into the room, was all up in his face, bouncing like an idiot. He had a bright smile on his face beaming bright while trying to reach for whatever box Fyodor had brought in. Though, the white haired boy was definitely losing whatever game of keep away the other man was playing.
“Can’t you be patient for once?”
“Who do you think I am? Obviously, I can’t be patient!”
“It shows.”
Fyordor hands the man the box finally. The box which he had found the device in is in his hands for less than a few seconds before it is destroyed. In that box was a small device.
Holy Shit. Nikolai has hit the jackpot!
This was a device that replicated women's period cramps. Nikolai had heard something like that excited, but having a painful device in his hands was exhilarating! He had to try it out! Who would be his test subject though? There were really only 2 possible people who could be such great subjects.
Nikolai’s best friend who had gifted him said device, and the 3 year old, who was definitely not 3 on a mental stand point! The man had owned and ran a whole underground casino for crying out loud!
Speaking of Sigma’s casino, it was about time Nikolai made a visit to the current powerhouse of the whole operation that the Decay of Angels were planning. Time to make his way to the Underground casino, but a trip wouldn’t be fun without taking his bestie along for the ride!
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“Sigma.”
Fyodor greeted the much younger man in a small office sigma had been provided while helping to run this illegal casino Nikolai was walking around playing with random items and loose paint scraps from the space.
“What brings you both to the casino?” Sigma had straightened up at his desk. At least from what they had seen before they had entered. It wasn't like they had warned the poor soul about their arrival or plan beforehand. Though that made everything that much more delightful for Nikolai.
The unexpected look on peoples faces was astonishing, seeing them panic and overthink about something they don't know, if only though, Nikolai could wish to see that face on everyone!
“Well were here because Nikolai-”
“I have a fun bonding activity of course!” Nikolai interrupted Fyodor shoving a device into the long haired man's face. He pretty much was not giving the man a moment to see it, not in his face before it was pulled away. Nikolai was cackling while staring at the device.
“He was bored. So I found him something to mess with.” Fyordor explained to the very confused casino worker. As much as Fyodor didn't care much about friends, Nikolai was quite valuable so keeping him happy for the meantime while he remained useful was necessary. Though as soon as his worth were to go through, it would probably be best to remove the childish man.
“Bestie! You’re first!” Nikolai spoke practically buzzing with excitement and grabbing a random chair from around the room and forcing the older man to sit.
“I don't understand in the slightest how you are so agog about this device, Nikolai.”
“Agog?” Sigma question before watching Nikolai press white sticky squares onto Fyodor's lower stomach. How did this man seem so unfazed about being touched like that? Sigma could barely graze his hand on the older man's shoulders without being given a death threat. That being said, Nikolai did have his ways…
“Alrighty! Are you ready? If not, too bad!” The clown smiled before pressing something about 8 times. With each click the man hooked up to whatever this was tensed up and was glaring daggered at the other man clicking and playing with the device.
Fyodor hand that had been resting on Sigma's working area was now clenched tightly on the edge of the desk, making the wood creak slightly from such pressure. He looked oddly calm aside from the glare all things considered.
All Fyodor can think of is asking why he agreed to this. He was smart enough to have known it would have been something like this. Why else would the manic have been so delighted over such a small thing.
After what felt like forever, it finally turned off, it was so sudden that it made Fyodor jolt at the unanticipated loss of the feeling. Not like he had liked it but it had been constant and left suddenly quickly.
“Soooooooo?”
“Hook me up to this every again, and you won’t be having any hands.” Fyodor threatened though he still let the white haired man remove the squares from him and then stared directly at Sigma.
“Your turn cinnamon bun!” Nikolai spoke before practically jumping the poor man behind the desk. Odd nickname, but Nikolai had a nickname from everyone.
“GET OFF ME! WHAT THE HELL EVEN IS THAT?!?”
“Come on! Please? It will help you understand women!”
“What.” Fyodor's voice cut in, now he knew completely what he had been forced to bear and it was worse now that he now knew what that device was. “What do you mean when you say it will help me understand women?” The man was currently partly slipping off his seat in the tussle to avoid the device's wrath.
“Well it simulates period cramps!” Nikolai grinned, poking Sigma's cheek with his gloved hand. Sigma cringed at that. He had done plenty of research on body anatomy for better human understanding for both men and women. Sigma already knew he wanted absolutely nothing to do with that machine in Nikolai’s hand.
“Don’t you want to understand women better? Might help to know~” The clown teased the very uncomfortable man, while Fyodor was still mentally recovering from whatever the hell that experience had been.
“I- fine. If this helps me understand other people more, I’ll do it.” The man spoke hesitantly sitting up and finally not fighting the taller man who seemed far too ecstatic to get him set up.
Nikolai having a kind heart set the man on level 5, much nicer than what he had done to the other man.
“WHA-UH-WHAT-HUH-WHA-WHY WOULD PEOPLE-UH” The instinct panic made Nikolai giggle. Seeing the half haired man squirm in his chair in pure pain for a sight to behold. The man in the chair looked like he was going to be sick. Well so much for the fun reaction.
Fyodor had reacted at the gagging and reacted accordingly. Sigma threw up right when Fyodor had gotten a bin underneath him, and once he did Nikolai gave the man relief from the pain. Luckily Sigma’s small office had a trash can. Sigma had never been one for pain, hell the man didn’t have much of a pain tolerance in general.
Once Sigma was done emptying his stomach into the trash he was quick to throw the cords at Nikolai. Anything to get those away from him. Never. Again. Would Sigma ever do that again.
“My turn!” Nikolai smiled while unbuttoning his shirt and sticking the cords where they needed to go. Nikolai cranked it up quickly.
“Holy Shit!” He yelped before laughing, posing as if to release the pain through energy. He had tears running down his face, he did this for about 10 minutes. In those 10 minutes, Sigma had sought shelter and safety wrapped in a blanket and in a corner of the room.
By the time Nikolai was done with his antics, he was shaking horribly, no doubt he was still in pain.
“Best gift ever! I'm keeping it!”
“I would see that as a great tool for torture. Maybe look into that.” Fyodor commented after seeing and experiencing the pain first hand.
“You have to be joking… right? You both are insane!”