Whelp, I am stuck in this cause I forgot a lot of the Conan past plots. As well as the fact that I can only think of future plot ideas and not...everything

Chapter 6

If I think about it, it feels like I'm Rapunzel mixed with Batman with the Batcave, except it is more of a villain's cave, when I think that I'm adopted by the B.O.

Anyways, after the success with me, the Organization started to hire some other kids.

But, they made sure they have competent orphans. They couldn't get kids with parents because that will make everything annoying with the legal society. But sometimes, there are parents who sold their children for quick cash...

Some of the Organization people were parents, so they brought their own kids into it, as well. A legacy, as they called it. But I called it brainwashing.

It might be annoying, but the Bossman would be the only one who would personally assign me missions. While Rum might be one of the top, right after the Boss, they were like me; someone who would have to hide their whole existence from the Organization from the potential moles in the Organization.

The Boss knew all the moles in the Organization, but since they were useful to him during missions, he decided to just keep them in the Organization until their usefulness runs out. Of course, most of the people thought that they were just caught and gotten rid of, but no. They were useful, so they were kept. But sometimes if they risk something going on, we immediately killed them off.

I sighed, too bad I can't just pick up and leave my way out of the B.O. Once you go black, you can never go back. I might not have any arrest records on my name, but I have done so much that I would end up in hell….or maybe, this was my hell.

I was one of the few they trusted to pick up the kids and drop off properly. I had to reassure most of the children under the age of 10 who were in hysterics and crying. I knew that, even if we get harsh training, we were still treated like children. We were scolded when we did wrong, we were praised when we did right, and compared to the other agents, we had more benefits as well as freedom compared to the other agents.

Those who were found to be inadequate was placed with a foster family that had ties to the BO. But the agents, they all were dead. So we had more freedom in away.

But the same thing applies to all of us. Betray the organization, and you'll die.

Thankfully, I was never placed as a caretaker. I was just sent to pick up. I didn't know what I was going to do should I become a caretaker like Cognac was.

I might not be able to stand training a child into a killer.

I tapped my fingertips together, a bit of a habit I've been getting because waiting gets a bit tedious.

Any other habit was quickly kicked to the curb by Cognac as it risks a chance of leaving DNA on the scene she so makes sure to slap my hands away every time I've thought to do that.

Aki was caught up in an accident and the police refused to release anyone until they caught a suspect. It was a murder case, and even if Aki never had to do anything about it, it was a bit risky if the police do a background check on him.

We were supposed to be on our mission an hour ago, but no, somebody just had to be killed not on our schedule when all I wanted to do was quickly get this done and go home. I really hate assignments, both papers, and murders because both are mind-sucking ...in different ways.

One is boring and the other makes or humanity/ morals disappear away in a poof.

Oh crap, Bossman is definitely going to scold me, us, for being late, more so to Aki who was the reason why we were late.

I stiffened and turned around when I sensed a presence behind me, only to pause when I saw a bouquet of flowers thrust at my face.

"Mizuki-chan, sorry that I was late." He said sheepishly, pretending that he wasn't caught up in a murder case.

I immediately pouted and huffed, turning around to not face him and crossed my arms together.

"Mou! You left me alone for an hour! I hate you!" I was laughing inwardly, trying to gag on how out of character the real me is being.

"Baby, don't hate me." He crooned, hands encircling my waist with the bouquet rustling noisily. But even if I was a bit annoyed by it, I didn't show it on my face.

"Only if you kiss me," I said boldly turning around in his arms, even if I wanted to puke at how fake and mushy this is. If there was anything like this in real life, I bet that they'll break it off almost immediately. Aki laughed huskily and kissed my forehead.

"Okay! I don't hate you anymore." I chirped before snuggling into him. I just wanted to puke.

We spend a bit more time being more lovey-dovey, doki-doki couples before we left. What? We had to keep up the performance.

And it was a good thing he didn't get me roses. I hate them, lavender and the smell of lilies. It was a bouquet of small but adorable flowers, adorned with Baby's breath that made the bouquet simple but in a cute way.

Both of us were still 'absorbed in the other's eyes', not bothering to care when a police car went past us, we were a few blocks away anyway.

The weapon was hidden once more into the bouquet. The blood was being well hidden within the midst of the red of the bouquet.

We had escaped and given each other an alibi, he kept on being the assassin part while I was just the cover, even if I was more than qualified. Well, I guess that someone needs me as another cover because it wouldn't do for me to be figured out, I suppose. '

I was just a cover for the other agents who needs a legitimate 'friend/cousin/relative/acquaintance' just in case because I had a legal life outside of the organization, even if most of them were forged.

And for Aki-kun, I was a cover for their disguise as he was of the Assassination division while I had my own category right next to Rum, even if I was mostly used as reconnaissance and as an assassin.

While I had never seen Bossman, he was on my speed dial, acting as my persona's grandfather who has a son that died on my mother when I was younger. So in the end, everything revolved around me.

I still remember that when I was younger, he sent me a doll that had a hidden trigger that acted as a gun in it and he sent Cognac and me on an assassination mission.

So even if I knew what was in it, I pretended to play with it, be happy because it was from my 'grandpa.

Damn was he nasty using a child's toy just to do what he wants.

END!

Does anyone have any suggestions on the really cliche lovey-dovey type of thing that makes you cringe? But isn't that a good thing as a spy? You may stand out, but because of the cringe, you don't want to see the people at all. Brilliant strategy. You stand out but you don't at the same time.