Re: Zero x Sniper Chapter 2: An Unusual Confinement, a re:zero fanfic

A while later, the sniper sleeps soundly in bed while light seeps past the curtains of a nearby window and gently illuminated his sleeping face. The light causes his closed eyes mild discomfort which is enough to slowly stir him awake and with a dizzy feeling filling his head, he thinks to himself, "what happened to me?"

A vague picture of what he believes was the previous days events enter his mind but even everything that happened with the maids was murky and confusing to him. Deciding that this was all just a dream he decides to keep his eyes closed while saying to himself, "yeah, it was all just a bad dream. That weird pink haired maid was just a figment of my imagination."

"Unfortunately for you I am quite real."

His eyes immediately shoot wide open while saying, "it wasn't a dream."

The voice responds, "For what I assume is the first time in your life, you are correct."

His head slowly creaks over to where he was hearing the insults coming from and to his dread, he sees the same pink haired maid from before sitting on a chair next to the bed he finds himself now lying in with a book in hand. He looks around the unfamiliar room then back at her while asking, "where am I?"

She replies, "that is not important for you to know at the moment."

He attempts to get up while saying, "if you're not going to tell me then…."

He pauses however when he notices something attached to his wrists which hold him down. When he looks he's shocked to see an old looking shackle on each wrist attached to a chain which leads to the bed frame underneath him. Realizing the situation he's in is a very bad one, he starts to panic as he desperately tries to pull himself free while the maid casually sips a cup of tea and reads her book while saying, "there is no use trying. You aren't going to break free of those chains."

Realizing that she was right, he stops trying and looks back at her while asking, "why am I restrained?"

She casually replies, "I am surprised it is not obvious to you. You are our prisoner."

Shocked by what she said he asks, "Im a prisoner?"

She casually replies, "you attempted to break into my masters manor, though I wanted to have you disposed of immediately my master thought it would be better to keep you alive for questioning."

Realizing that he was in a real bad situation he says , "I wasn't trying to break into this place! I already tried telling you that before you attacked me!"

Remembering a very important detail from before he looks at her confused while asking, "what the hell did you hit me with?"

She takes a sip of her tea then replies, "it would be in my best interest not to tell you such information."

Annoyed by her unenthusiastic response, another thought comes to mind as he asks, "just who are you anyways?"

Seemingly too distracted to read, she closes her book and looks at him while replying, "all you need to know is that I've been tasked with guarding you. Unfortunately for me I am not allowed to leave your side for the time being."

Another thought comes to mind as he looks at himself, shocked at what he sees or more specifically a lack there of he asks, "where's my gear?"

She replies, "before you were shackled to the bed, I had the misfortune of having to remove your things from your sweaty and disgusting unconscious body."

Realizing something, he looks at her with a raised eyebrow while asking, "so your telling me that you stripped me of my gear and I am now handcuffed to a bed with no way of escaping with a maid that is not allowed to leave my side?"

She nods at him while replying, "you are correct."

He looks at her with a blanket stare then responds as she takes a sip of her tea, "sounds kinky."

The comment catches her off guard enough to cause her to spit her tea out directly into his face. He lies there annoyed with tea dripping off his chin while she starts to cough roughly . With both his hands chained to the bed, he is unable to wipe his face clean while a now angered maid snaps at him, "guarding you is already bad enough but I would appreciate you not making lewd comments."

He looks back at her annoyed while responding sarcastically, "well sorry for pointing out the obvious."

She puts her tea cup down then starts wiping the tea from her chin with a handkerchief as he asks while struggling to point at his face, "mind giving me a hand?"

She looks back at him with an annoyed look while putting away her handkerchief and saying, "my sister personally made this for me and I would rather not sully it with your grime."

A thought comes to mind as her eyebrow raises and she continues, "you should be thankful."

Now confused he asks, "why would I be thankful?"

She starts to slyly grin at him while replying, "since you seem to like kinky things, you should be thankful to have a beautiful girls spit all over your face."

He blinks at her a few times then bursts out laughing to the confusion of her but before she could ask he is able to calm down even to say, "aside from me not being into that kinda thing, the look on your face when saying that was just hilarious."

She starts to glare at him while crossing her arms and snapping, "you being rude is not helping you."

He stops laughing but continues to smile at her while saying, "sorry but I must admit, you are correct since you are pretty cute."

She continues to glare at him while saying, "lies will only make things worse for you."

He looks back at her with a confused look and says, "who says I'm lying?"

He grins while continuing, "if I wanted to lie to you then I'd say you look ugly."

She studies his expression thoroughly while taking mental notes of any possible tells he might have but gets caught off guard by him asking, "see anything you like?"

She snaps back to attention and with annoyance in her voice snaps, "since it is you I'm looking at, there is nothing."

He grins back at her while asking, "you sure? You been staring at me quite intently for a while now."

Her eye twitches at the mounting annoyance she was feeling until finally looking away and starts reading her book while saying, "I do wish you could be quiet like our other guest."

Surprised by her statement he asks, "other guest? Wait you have other prisoners?"

She sighs disheartedly then closes her book once more and looks back at him while replying, "no. There is someone that is considered a guest here unlike you."

Still confused but hoping it might lead to more answers he asks, "since I'm already restrained don't you think it would make more sense for you to guard them? Especially since you'd appreciate the quiet?"

Unfazed she replies, "unlike you he is currently unconscious therefore he does not need to be watched over."

Now suspicious of her he asks, "well from my previous experience with you, I'm guessing You knocked him out?"

Becoming annoyed with his questions but deciding to answer non the less she casually shakes her head then replies, "no. When Miss Emilia brought him here. He was already unconscious."

Mildly annoyed that someone else didn't get the same treatment he did but now curious he asks, "who's Emilia?"

Now fed up with his questioning, she opens her book once more and starts reading while saying, "I would appreciate some quiet right now so stop talking."

He starts to look at her with a mischievous grin while asking, "well that depends. Will you be the one silencing me if I don't?"

She continues to look at her book while saying, "you do not want me to silence you."

Still grinning he asks, "oh? And why's that?"

She continues to look at her book but glares at him through her peripheral but instead of saying anything, she raises her hand and flicks her wrist which in an instant sends a gust of wind flying over him. Now confused he looks back at her while asking, "was that…."

He pauses however when he notices flower heads bouncing off of his head and when he looks up he becomes frightened at the sight of the bouquet of flowers that sat on the window sill all cut perfectly at the stem. His head slowly creeks back to and sees her still facing her book but also looking at him through her peripheral while smiling slyly. Realizing that he should probably listen to her, he looks back at the ceiling and sighs disheartedly while thinking, "this just keeps getting worse."

A thought comes to mind which causes him to look over at her while asking, "can I ask you something?"

Without looking away from her book, she replies, "what did I say about talking?"

Undeterred he says, "your holding a member of the Canadian armed forces against his will and also stole my equipment and weapons. I think you can at the very least answer one question."

She continues to read her book silently while the sniper adds, "and you spat tea right in my face."

She continues to look at her book but finally sighs in annoyance while closing it then looks over at him with an annoyed look while asking, "what is your question?"

He asks, "where am I?"

She looks at him with a raised eyebrow while saying, "you do not know the place you were breaking into? I must say you are a terrific thief."

He looks back at her and bluntly replies, "I'm not a thief plus I feel from the sky, do you honestly think I know where I am?"

She looks at him suspiciously then replies, "you are currently on the estate and in the manor of lord Roswell L Mathers. He is also who you are currently being imprisoned by."

With a sneaking suspicion only growing he asks, "what country?"

Annoyed she responds, "you only got one question."

Unfazed he asks, "please?"

She looks away and starts reading her book once more while saying, "if you do not even know what country you currently reside in then I do feel sorry for you."

He looks at her suspiciously then lies back down while saying, "Well I'm guessing this isn't Canada."

Intrigued by what he said, she puts down her book while asking, "what is Canada?"

He chuckles a bit while continuing to look at the ceiling and saying, "who said you could ask me questions."

She becomes annoyed while saying, "you do not get a choice in the matter."

He looks back at her with a grin while asking, "you going to beat the info out of me?"

She responds, "though you are quite annoying and deserve a beating, I'd rather not have to touch you. Therefore I would be grateful if you would tell me willingly."

He chuckles a bit then responds, "yeah. I feel like your touch wouldn't exactly be enjoyable."

She casually cracks her knuckles while responding, "for you I would happily make it extra unpleasant."

Still grinning he says, "didn't realize you were so thoughtful."

Unamused she asks, "do you plan on telling me about this Canada place?"

He shakes his head while replying, "probably not."

She looks back at her book while saying, "then you can be silent."

He continues to grin then looks back at the ceiling while trying to make himself comfy in silence.

"I have to pee."

Unfazed she responds, "hold it."

With a look of discomfort coming over him, he says, "I don't think I can."

Still looking at her book she says, "you are not being unbound therefore you will hold it."

With his discomfort growing he responds, "if I don't go soon I'll piss myself."

Unfazed she says, "then I guess you will be wetting yourself."

Thinking of something he asks, "who does the laundry here?"

Not thinking anything of it she replies, "my sister does all the laundry in the manor."

He asks, "so your okay with her cleaning up these sheets covered in my piss?"

She continues to stare at her book more intently now but he is able to see her eye twitching until she finally rolls her eyes and sighs in annoyance.

Ram walks through the halls of the manor while holding a chain which leads to the shackles of a still bound Burchard who she guides like a dog on a leash to a door at the end of the hall. She opens the door and looks inside, seeing it is clear she locks the window then looks back at him while saying, "be quick."

He holds up his shackled hands while asking, "can you take these off?"

She looks back at him annoyed while saying, "you are still a prisoner therefore you will not be unshackled."

Still sporting a look of discomfort he responds, "but it'll make it harder to go."

She responds bluntly, "I do not care."

Still determined he says, "come on. You took all my equipment. I can't go anywhere."

Again she bluntly but more forcibly responds, "I. Do. Not. Care."

His shoulders fall in defeat as he walks past her into the bathroom while saying, "fine."

He closes and locks the door behind him but as he does, he hears her say, "just so you know I have a key to this door."

He grins while responding, "you'd better not peep on me."

A very stern voice says back, "keep your perverted thoughts to yourself."

He chuckles a bit while undoing his belt and saying, "just wanted to make sure."

He pulls his belt off and starts fiddling with the buckle while thinking, "sorry but I lied…."

The buckle clicks causing a secret compartment to open and reveals a few picks while he continues his thought, "you didn't take everything."