mission 00

by vamer

don't read

Preface

Mission 00: Watching Spy x Family!
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at /works/40114308.

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SPY x FAMILY (Manga), SPY x FAMILY (Anime)
Relationship:
Loid Forger Twilight/Yor Briar Forger Thorn Princess, Damian Desmond/Anya Forger, Anya Forger & Loid Forger Twilight, Anya Forger & Yor Briar Forger Thorn Princess, Anya Forger & Loid Forger Twilight & Yor Briar Forger Thorn Princess, Bond & Anya Forger & Loid Forger Twilight & Yor Briar Forger Thorn Princess, Yuri Briar & Yor Briar Forger Thorn Princess, Yuri Briar & Anya Forger, Damian Desmond & Anya Forger, Becky Blackbell & Anya Forger
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Loid Forger Twilight, Yor Briar Forger Thorn Princess, Anya Forger, Bond (SPY x FAMILY), Damian Desmond, Emile Elman, Ewen Egeburg, Becky Blackbell, Henry Henderson, Yuri Briar, Fiona Frost Nightfall, Sylvia Sherwood Handler
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Published: 2022-07-06 Updated: 2022-11-18 Words: 39,195 Chapters: 5/15
Mission 00: Watching Spy x Family!

by Mumu (Danaeka)

Summary

"It has been decided that the secrets you all have been keeping are proven to be harmful towards your little fake family"

Also know as 'Spy x Family characters watch the first half of the first season!

Notes

This is a fun little story that is not meant to be taken seriously! This obviously will never happen in the show - I just wanted to know how they'd react to their own show.

The movie Theater.

Chapter Notes

So! I had been looking for a fic like this for *months* since I could not find one- I HAVE DECIDED TO WRITE IT. ENJOY.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

When Anya woke up, she was sitting in a theater, she was next to her mother, her father, that much she could tell. For the two figures seemed to be as tense as she had ever felt them. She frowned, their worry trespassing from their mind to her own- a few things seemed out of place. First… She was in a pajama (though she quickly remembered it had been 'Pajama day' at Eden for the fundraiser they had arranged. Anya had gone in her pink and white dragon onesie, which caused many of the attendees to flock over her since she 'looks adorable in that costume!' and- 'what a sweet little girl!'

Anya shivered whenever she remembered the old ladies pinching her cheeks.

She also noticed another thing, in front of her feet on the theater floor was Bond, her white and black huge dog was sitting at her feet, still groggy from what she could tell. Anya quickly placed her hands on the dog's head, trying to read his mind but quickly found nothing was being projected- when she was about to get out of her seat though, Anya was grabbed by none other than Yor, who had her eyes wide and alert, obviously scanning the area around her.

"Loid-san…" Yor asked, looking around a bit groggily, Loid blinked a couple of times, also getting used to the theater-like place they had woken up in. Right after Loid and Yor both felt comfortable and secure in their new surroundings (after all, there were a few blankets on the first seat of every row, with that type of comforting measures there was no way they would be in any sort of danger) they turned to Anya … Anya who had been carefully covered by both their arms the moment they were awake enough to attempt to protect her. "Where are we?"

"It seems like a theater-"

"Huh?! Where the hell are we!?" Anya turned around, finding she and her family were not alone- Anya saw the seats behind her- though not full by any means- had people in them. Right on her back was Damian (in an army green silky Pajama), who in turn was surrounded by Emile and Ewen (in matching blue satin pajamas), who was sitting, in turn, next to Beck (in a cute pink frizzly pajama)- who surprisingly was pretty chill about everything. Though that was to be expected from her, she never broke a sweat so far from what Anya had seen so far.

"We are in a theater, duh" Becky reacher over from Even to smack Damian in the forehead with the magazine she had been reading. Loid sweat dropped at the sight and turned to check on Anya.

"I know that well you dumb Blackbell girl!" Damian growled, both his friends squeaking a 'yes he does know!' right after the phrase was said and done by their boss. Anya rolled her eyes, sitting facing the front with Bond's head now testing on her lap with him sitting between her legs. "Hey! Forger! How come you get to have your damn dog in here?!" Damian asked, a blush and a frown obvious in his face.

"Ah, he's her service dog. She usually attends most places with him." Loid was quick to explain. Anya raised an eyebrow at Bond. Sure, she had seen in his mind service dog papers way before - but that did not mean she was going to assume it was for her and him- oh well. Guess she got spoiled for another mission yet again.

"How come she doesn't attend school with him then?" Ewen asked, Yor now chipped in.

"She wanted to try being independent. After all, her condition is not that severe. Stress induced faints for now." Anya smiled at her mama's explanation, that should cover it-

"Truly elegant Miss Forger!" Anya and her classmates turned, finding Mr. Henderson (in a pajama just like his class, it looked … Elegant) sat next to Uncle Scruffy, and Uncle Yuri who was in turn sitting next to Fiona… who was next to the Handler- and that seemed to be about everyone important. Loid frowned- what were they all doing here?

Anya was about to voice the question in her father's mind when the screen turned on. Anya gasped in surprise, missing the worried look Damian shot her when her sudden exclamation seemed to scare him slightly. Bond also turned to face the screen, both him and Anya finding it hard to see. "Chichi- " the pink haired girl whispered, Loid instinctively turned and nodded, Anya pointed to Bond, making both him and Yor get an idea. While the screen was still warming up, Yor stood up and grabbed Anya, carrying her on her hip while she pushed the armrest of her seat up, making a large bench so Bond could jump on eventually, she then made the front seats (which were surprisingly at the same level) bend backwards so Anya could have some room. Now it was Loid's turn, he stood up and grabbed the covers on their row, quickly making a makeshift cushion for Anya in the makeshift bed Yor had made. Surprisingly- or unsurprisingly- he also got one of Anya's blankets from the suitcase he had brought to pick her up that afternoon, placing the warm cozy pink and blue blanket over the bent seats, once they were both satisfied with the look Loid put the armrest of the seat next to him up so Bond could jump in and when he was comfortable Yor grabbed Anya from her hip and helped her lay against Bond, covering her up with the blanket now that the air conditioning in the room had started up. "See, I told you bringing this today would turn out helpful." He teased. Yor simply smiled and helped cover her up. Loud reached for Chimera out of pure instinct, Chimera who usually was next to Anya's left side- was not there. No plush in sight. He frowned.

"Yor, do you know if she has Chimera?" Loid asked, noticing the blue penguin he won for her up the front of the theater. He jogged to get it and, while at it, checked the doors to see if they were open. Obviously they were not. "He is not here with Agent Penguin." The spy called back, raising the penguin up in the air. Yor frowned and scratched her chin. Remembering she packed it for her as she had a particularly bad nosebleed that morning and she had that activity so she could bring Chimera along.

"I know I put him in her backpack today…" she answered, pulling Anya's bag from under her seat and checking it. Smiling when she found the turquoise and pink lion/bat hybrid. "I found him!"

"Good, I was getting worried…" Loid sighed and trotted up the stairs with the huge penguin. When he got there he stopped to gran another of Anya's things. Recently they had been stopping by his job so she could 'say bye-bye to Chichi's pretty secretary' so he had started to bring a bag of peanuts Anya could snack on the way back to the apartment. He grabbed the new bag out of his 'Anya suitcase', opened it and (stealing a few for himself) gave Anya the bag. Yor then grabbed her own lunch bag, knowing she had left one of the shakes she forgot to drink during Lunch time (it was banana and chocolate with oaths- nothing harmful), she took the bottle out, shook it up and gave it to Anya.

"Okay, here comes Chimera, Anya," the assassin smiled and placed Chimera in Anya's arms while Loid put the Penguin next to Anya on the floor to her right, being big enough that it would block her view if left on the makeshift bed yet the perfect size to stand next to her. Bond glared at the penguin… Anya glared at Bond-

Yor and Loid glared at the three of them.

However-

"Damn, I wish my parents would flock over me like that." Becky joked, making the four Forgers snap their heads back- forgetting they were not alone. A light pink blush covering them both.

"Ah-"

"You're lucky Tanuki," Emile muttered, looking at Damian who seemed to be pretty upset. Yor caught sight of unshed tears… Reminding her of her little brother Yuri-

"Anya, do you want someone in your … um… what should we call-"

"Anya's nest!" The little girl spoke up, Yor and Loid blinked, as if questioning her choice of words. "Chichi and Haha prepared this for Anya, like two married birds would for their baby bird…" Which- if they had been pink before from the attention- now they were red as tomatoes.

Anya looked back, completely ignoring the flustered mess she'd made of her parents. Becky seemed to be really intrigued but she also knew that she got hot easily, which she was the opposite of as she got cold with a simple breeze (which caused her chichi to carry a blanket for her at all times) Emile and Ewen were completely out of question - so… "Anya wants Sy-on boy…"

"M-me?!" He pointed to himself.

"Yes you." She frowned. He was red in the face as Yor held a smirk on her face hid behind a sweet smile.

"Alright then!" Yor sang, moving to reach for Damian, he scooted back yet she had absolutely no issues grabbing him and placing him next to Anya and on Bond's flank while Anya was on his chest/front leg. The dog woofed at him - which made him blink a couple of times. "There you go!" Yor said while handing him a green teddy bear blanket. He blushed even brighter than her parents had been before.

"W-why me?! You have Blackbell-"

"Becky gets hot easily."

"Oh-"

Behind them, Yuri was dumbfounded. He had seen them interact, though very strained back then, now that he had seen his sister and her husband handling Anya- he was sure no mistake was made. Anya was his sister's daughter, biological or not. She had mother henned that girl like she did him back then, he almost felt jealous.

Before any other comment could be made, the screen finally lit up. Showing text on the board.

"It has been decided that the secrets you all have been keeping are proven to be harmful towards your little fake family"

"Fake- fake family?" Becky asked, Loid, Yor, Anya and Bond all tensed up.

"Due to this decision we have brought you all into this theater so you can witness the struggles each one of the Forger Family Members has to endure in their day to day."

Loid sank in his seat. Yor following quickly after while Anya simply squeezed Chimera tighter. Bond licked her hand in a calming manner. She sighed… ' Guess I'll be going back to the orphanage…'

"F-fake family?! The Forgers?!" Mr. Henderson stood up.

"N-no way they're fake!" Becky screamed, looking at them. After seeing them prepare a bed for Anya- no way they were fake. Even if they started as fake- "or… That they are still fake."

"Sister…" Yuri whispered.

"The Spy, born out of war"

Loid covered his eyes, tightening his hold on the arm rest.

"The Assassin, born out of death"

Yor turned to look at the side, her eyes the only ones moving, though her legs were as tense as her shoulders.

"The Esper, born out of greed"

Anya tightened her hold on her blanket. Closing her eyes as tight as she could.

"The Seer, born out of cruelty"

Bond whined, lowering his ears flat to his scalp.

"You four have been keeping secrets from one another. It is time the blinds are lifted. So for now, enjoy the show."

The screen turned black again, the room silent for a few beats until the screen turned on again. Now showing a countdown.

3
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…2 …

…1

SPY x FAMILY


episode 1


"Operation Strix"

Chapter End Notes

tell me your opinion!
Depending on how this first chapter does I'll see if this takes off.

Mission 1: Operation Strix

Chapter Summary

The Spy x Family Cast watched the first episode.

"Operation Strix"

Chapter Notes

Well, damn me, who the hell told me it was a good idea to make a 'watching the show' fic. THIS IS SO MUCH WORK.

anyways.

Sorry this took so long. I had to watch the episode in... like 10 seconds every 5 minutes so I could turn it into a written version.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

The scene opens to a driveway, a black car driving through it.

"How much longer to the embassy?" a voice asked

"I believe it will be around 20 minutes, sir," another responded. "Huh?"

"Oh, I think I know when this is…" Loid whispered, looking at the screen with slightly closed eyes, "this is when one of the West's ministers died due to a faulty brake…"

"It must have been an accident," One of Yor's coworkers, Camille, said with an amused voice as she looked at him.

"In war times you can never be too sure." Loid sighed, not really understanding why he was even commenting out loud.

The scene then shows two men inside a car, the driver and an older looking man, the driver has a worried expresion on his face as he keeps on pressing the brakes.

"The brake's not working" The other man's expression changes, now into a mix between surprise and panic, he leans over the driver and pulls on his shoulder.

"Hey, you! Yo front! Look up front!" the man yells, right as he grabbed the man's shoulder the car goes through the bridge, crashing and breaking through the barrier, falling onto the street below with an explosion.

Though Loid had the instinct to cover Anya's eyes- he did kind of want to see how she reacted since she, if his assumptions were not wrong, would be seeing some of his messy work firsthand. Though when he turned to look at her- Damian had covered her eyes.

"Sy-on-"

"Don't-"

"Anya has seen worst things. A car crash won't phase Anya." She whispered, he sighed and moved his hand…

'One of our diplomats perished in a car accident in Ostania,' now another voice starts narrating, the scene changing to a closeup of an 'eye' looking sort of logo, a reunion is being held with a few gentlemen and a lady, the man speaking is darkened out. 'But we believe it to be an assassination by the East's far-right political party' after that phrase the scene changes to a cup of water over a map, showing the countries of Westalis and Ostania, 'They are plotting a war against our nation of Westalis' after the map, the scene changes once again to a closeup of the attendees, 'We must do everything we can to figure out their plan.'

'Let's let him take care of it, the best agent we have,' a male attendee with glasses says.

'Twilight'

"Chichi!" Anya said in a whisper with a very soft voice though undoubtedly excited, Loid turned harshly, causing Yor to grab the remote that had been in her seat and pause the episode. Not even a minute in- how did Anya know his code name!? He had never left his document anywhere near her, she did not attempt to go into his room since he scared her- which he now felt guilty for… But right now the involuntary reaction was so immediate he did even give Loid the time to stop Twilight from grabbing Anya from her shirt's back and lifting her to his face. A frown deep in stare.

"POPS!" Damian yelled, moving to reach Anya yet Loid's movements were so fast he barely had the chance to even reach for her.

"Anya-" Twilight snarled.

"No," she turned her head, a pout forming on her face. "No, Chichi will see why Anya knew in a short time…"

"All this time… You knew all this time?!" Loid and Twilight were fighting for dominance, the father wanted his daughter safe and sound while the spy wanted to know how his identity had been discovered. Anya did not answer and simply looked to the side-

"S-Sir. Forger- please- maybe put Anya down-" Becky stood up, Emile quickly grabbing her wrist. "She's scared!"

"No she is not!" He had seen her scared once before when he took her to the doctor's - if anything she was defiant at the moment. "How. did. you. know?" he made a threatening pause after every word in that phase- yet Anya had her lips sealed-

"Loid! You are being too harsh!" Yor yelled, finally standing up with a very serious look on her face, she was angry, and while he felt threatened- he did feel like he had a ground to stand on- if his cover had been blown over so quickly by a child who was not even seven years old yet- what kind of agent was he? "She is a kid! If we keep watching I am sure we will find out soon enough!"

Though he was not entirely convinced- he sighed, Loid finally managing to come through Twilight as he gently lowered Anya on the makeshift bed- Damian fussed over her for a brief few seconds before sighing.

Yor unpaused the episode.

With a scene change once more, the change is now to a car with a deal going on in the background, "Here's what I promised, proof that the foreign minister wears a toupee," the man saves the pictures in a manilla folder, showing a man with a wig out of place. 'I even have the negatives," the cloaked man throws the device and a hand catches it.

"What's so important about him wearing a wig?" Becky muttered, eyes confused. "It's not like he's taking funds from the country."

"Yeah, why would anyone be offended by that?" Emile agreed-

Damian rolled his eyes.

An old man now has the screen, with the manilla in his hand he says 'Well done. Now we can force him to resign, I look forward to doing business with you again," the man waves, gets in his car, and drives off. The dealer turns and is now faced with an identical-looking man holding his hand out, "Hey, How about you hand the goods over now"

The man panics, "Huh? Wha- But you just-" the man covers his face in a panic, "He tricked me!"

"What-" Yor looked at Loid, already piecing her pieces together.

The scene is now following the black car.

'Code name: Twilight.' The narrator says just as the man takes off a mask to reveal a handsome young man, 'A spy,'

'In an era in which the nations of the world were waging a fierce war, this man survived the battlefield bt being a master of disguise, a man with a hundred faces' the man was fixing his hair, putting on a pair of glasses, seemingly turning into someone else.

Yor paused the video-

"LOTTY!" Yuri yelled, standing up from his place with intention of trotting up to him. Yet the sooner he tried the sooner he felt frozen in place. He tried to move but the only movements he could make were back to his seat. "How dare you! Using my sister like that! What were you planning?! Did you want to start a stupid war again?!" Loid looked at the floor- after all… Yuri's job was to prevent Ostanian Citizens from selling information out…

"I am trying to prevent another war!" Loid answered, frowning and not wanting to stand up from his seat- Yuri stood up and was getting ready to apprehend Loid when he remembered that he was not the only one with a secret. "I am not here to kill anyone! If that were the case they would've sent an assassin! Not a spy!" Yor coughed.

She then turned to face Twilight and before she could even do anything- Anya spoke up. "HaHa! Don't harm ChiChi!" She tried to get up but Damian and Bond both held her back.

"He's a spy from the west!" Yor yelled, now she felt even stupider and more useless than she felt every day at his side (she did feel happy most of the time though). He was perfect in everything he did! And this was the reason?! Why was he in Ostania?! Why did he live as a family man now? In enemy territory?! She forgot how many spies from the West she had killed already- "he is probably trying to start a war!" She knew this wasn't true! It just wasn't! She lived with this man and with the amount of intelligence he possessed there was no way in the living world he had just chosen to 'not start a war.'

Yor's rational mind yelled at her that he was not a traitor- he was not looking to start problems and with the way he acted- it seemed like he was trying to prevent troubles-

Kind of like… Like spies from their side. Preventing war from Westalis War enthusiasts. She had killed many bombers and traitors. That was her work. She usually felt safe around him… Never had she felt the need to be on her guard around him or for him. Maybe yes if she felt like they were in danger but that sentiment of … That thrill that came with murder for her was never there for Loid...

"W-Why didn't you tell me…" Yor whispered, her legs giving out under her. She sat back down on her chair. "H-have I not- it all makes sense- the only escapades… The late work nights- the exhaustion-" she rubbed her face.

"Yor I- please understand that it was for…" Loid had absolutely no idea what else to say… Their marriage no longer felt fake- and he never had the chance to tell her that. "... For your safety-"

"I can take care of myself!" She grabbed his hands.

"You have no idea what people are willing to do to get to me! That's why I don't have any real name! Twilight is a code- Legally I don't even exist in Westalis!" he sighed, his records were 'lost' during the bombarding of his hometown- that blonde crying boy was dead. "Yor… I was trying to protect you two-"

"Was any of it real?" She asked, Twilight felt like a cold bucket of water had been dumped on him.

"What-"

"Our family- The marriage is obviously fake- but the family…"

"... Loid is real, Yor. I- I want it to be real." before she could answer, the whole theater started to either scream (for which reason none of them was sure- delayed reaction maybe?) or speak among themselves. Mr. Henderson seemed to be pondering.

"Now it makes sense, why you were so elegant…" was all he muttered, which was enough to cause the theater to quiet down. Damian had kept his comments to himself- unsure if he would even contribute to anything if he spoke up.

"L-Let's just keep watching-" Yor said-

"WAIT!" Becky finally reacted- scaring the hell out of Yuri who had been sitting next to her, even Fiona jumped a little. "HOW DID ANYA KNOW?!"

"Yeah- how did you know Chihuahua?" Yuri asked, leaning on his chair.

"... Anya won't spoil…" She muttered, turning to hide in Bond's fur, the big dog just glared at them all.

"Tanuki-" Emile began just to be silenced by Damian throwing him a peanut.

"She said we will see later." He sighed. Anya turned to look at him shocked-

"Don't waste them!" Damian rolled his eyes and also sank further into Bond's fur. Yor clicked play again, once it loaded Anya turned to face Damian. "T-Thank you…"

Damian blushed brightly and simply grabbed a handful of peanuts to stuff them in his face.

The scene changes to a restaurant, a blonde lady is speaking, "My dad has been in a foul mood lately, someone stole his toupee pictures, or something" she says and frowns, "What even? I'm so mad," Now it is focusing on Twilight, "Hello? Are you even listening, Robert?"

"You seem done with her, 'Robby'" Yuri teased, Fiona blinks at him.

"I was done with Robert" Loid explains.

Twilight hums and acknowledges her, she is back on screen with a crowd clapping behind, a proposal happening, it catches her attention, "So, Robert… Do you think one day we'll aslo-"

"Karen, Let's break up." the man says suddenly, the woman looks at him surprised.

"What?!"

"I'm afraid I can't sense any intelligence in your conversations" Twilight starts getting up, "Farewell, May you find happiness,"

"Hey! Robert! You can't just do that to me! Robert"

"That was… harsh- though I don't blame you, she seems like a nuisance." Yor whispered at him. Loid laughed and nodded. She was annoying during the best of days.

Now following Twilight "Sorry Karen, but I have no further use for your family." the man said, tossing the glasses and pictures over to the burning fire inside one of the trashcans. "As of tonight I am also done with the mask known as Robert. Marriage? Coventional happiness? I got rid of those aspirations, as well as my identity, the day I became a spy."

"B-But you have a family now. And you seem happy-" Becky whispered, Emile and Ewen sighed. "Anya loves you more than I can say and your wife is - she's amazing! Have you ever thought of staying with them?"

Loid thought about answering- he knew the answer. He knew he wanted to stay with Yor and raise Anya together- he no longer wanted to send Anya back to the orphanage. He wanted to make Loid Forger real- he stayed silent.

"Mr. Forger!" Becky called again, Yuri simply pulled her back.

The scene changed again, now in a Berlint train station, Twilight is walking down the boarding spaces as he is doing so he stops to rest at a bench where an old man trades news papers with him.

"Meow…"

"Must be Cipher C," there is an announcement of the train's departure. Twilight then gets on the train and once he is seated he starts reading the paper. The focus is now on the newspaper, Twilight deciphering the message written on it.

'Good day, or perhaps good evening, Twilight. Well done on your last mission. Thanks to you the minister lived another day, to the great benefit of our country. Now then, I have your next mission. Your target is the leader of the National Unity Party, Donovan Desmond. He is a great threat to the truce between the East and the West. Your mission is to get close to him and probe any seditious activities. In order to achieve this, you will get married and have a child.' Twilight spits his coffee, coughing while he reads the paper in disbelief.

"Sorry. What!?"

"M-My- My father?!" Damian stood up, scaring Anya as she had been playing with his hand for a while. "What do you want with my father?!" he turned to Loid.

"... Just rest easy. We don't plan on killing him. That would start a war and we don't want that." He said, looking at Damian. "Think of it as a negotiation."

"But- but-" Damian looked at Anya. "Since you knew…"

"Anya wanted to be your friend because of the mission, but recently Anya just enjoys Sy-on's company…" Anya whispered, Damian had conflicted emotions. He knew she was just following orders and- he would do everything in his power to please his dad. To gain his favor- Anya was probably the same. Yet he was still angry-

Angry enough to get out of the makeshift bed and back to his seat between Emile and Ewen.

"Damia-"

"Not now…" he said, as monotone as ever. Anya stared at her hands. Her secret wasn't even out yet and she already lost a friend.

' Desmond is an extremely cautious man who rarely appears in public. He only appears at social gatherings held at the elite private school his son attends. These events are informal get-togethers for the upper echelon of industrial and political leaders. You will have your child enroll in this school and infiltrate one of the social gatherings. The enrollment deadline is drawing near, meaning you have one week to pull this off.' Twilight calmly puts his cup next to him on the table- the rips the newspaper in half.

"You expect me to produce a child within seven days!?" multiple people are staring at him now, causing him to apologize and go back to his thinking.

"... Now that I think about it, we could've provided one of the spies in training" the Handler muttered, Loid turned and sighed.

"And you just now think about it?" He asked in a sarcastic tone, "You could have provided me a fake wife and a fake kid-" Yor laughed, understanding the joke. Anya on the other hand-

'ChiChi deserved a better kid, right Chimera?' Anya often forgot that she was the only one capable of reading minds. So she played with Chimera in a way that only she would hear- which ofter confused the other kids- so she always ended up playing alone. Eventually, she simply stopped trying to play and conformed with talking to Chimera.

'Operation Strix, This operation is the key to maintaining peace between East and West… and perhaps, the world. Hero who casts no shadow, the great deeds you and your fellow agents do shall never see the light of day. You will never earn any medals nor make it into the papers. Even so, never forget that everyone else's day-to-day lives are possible because of your blood, sweat, and tears.' Twilight puts down the paper, resigned.

"All right… I abandoned my identiry when I became Twilight, I will play the part of a father with a child if I must," the camera pans away into the view of the country side. "For the sake of a better world."

"That's- " Becky began…

"THAT'S SO ELEGANT MR. FORGER!" Mr. Henderson yelled all of the sudden. Giving Yuri his second scare of the Day- not to mention Fiona almost reached for her gun for a second there-

"I was going to say nice-" Becky whispered.

Loid suddenly felt embarrassed.

There is a new scene now, Twilight being shown around by a real estate agent, while the man talks about the perks and benefits of the apartment, Twilight is checking for escape routes and hidden microphones or cameras- which catches the attention of the man accompanying him.

"I'll take it!"
"Excellent Mr. Forger! Now, if you'd sign these documents…"

'Loid Forger. Occupation: Psychiatrist. That's my new life. With a family I love and a happy home life…'

"Why a psychiatrist, of all the things you could have chosen to make your life easier," Yuri said, leaning on his hand, he still did not like Lotty or whatever his damn name was, not to mention he was supposed to catch him- but he figured they did share the same goal in the end.

"Because I needed an excuse to leave for work for hours- not to mention it gave me a cover-up in case of bruises or cuts-" Loid explained.

as the camera pans out the real estate agent comments on the moving and how beautiful it is to move into one's own place, he then asks if Loid if he has a son or a daughter- to which he responds:

"Ah, about that… I have not decided yet." 'What an absolute burden for a spy.'

There was a collective round of chuckles.

The next scene is a door, the doorbell rings and a drunk-looking man opens the door. "Huh? You wanna adopt?"

"Indeed, I heard your orphanage was looking for candidates. You see, my wife and I-"

"Yeah, sure. Take whichever one you want." the man opens the door, a disinterested tone lacing his voice. "Come on in."

"Wait- is this what I think it is?" Yor paused it briefly, looking at Anya who had stopped watching the screen since they showed the building.

"It is-" Loid said, grabbing the remote from her to play it again.

'What a terrible environment, but the shadier the establishment the more likely these children have complicated pasts, so it'll be easier to alter their stories. I can make this mission work if I have a child. I would've preferred to handle it all on my own, but I can't exactly disguise myself as a child. No matter how skilled a spy I am.' while this is being thought by Twilight, the camera has been following him down the hall.

Now it focuses on a plushie with a little girl sitting next to it, her fingers flexing as she is pondering if she should grab the plush or not.

"I know that plush!" Becky yelled, pointing at Chimera on the screen, Anya shrunk even more on her bed. Bond woofed at her gently. It obviously did not appease her but she did look back up at the screen.

" Pardon me, if possible, I'd like a child who can read and write."

"Well, in that case… hey Anya!" The picture now shows the full image of the girl, pink hair and bright green eyes.

"Anya?! You-" Becky now stood up, leaning over her chair to look at her. Anya tightened her eyes. "You were an orphan? I-I figured before you were not his biological daughter but- I just thought you might be from his same- what happened?! Why were you in such a bad place?"

"Becky-" Emile sighed.

"No! Why are there even places like that? Shouldn't orphanages be - safe? With caring people? Mr. Henderson! Tell them!" The little girl turned to look at the older man, the man was in as much shock as she.

"That is supposed to be the case," Yor said, "But war can leave many kids parentless and- some just don't have older siblings or even relatives to care for them. Some lose their documents and the estate just doesn't know they are still alive to look for them." She looked at Anya, knowing her daughter was trying to appear strong, and with her experience with Yuri- she knew she had to let her process whatever it was she was feeling.

"She's the smartest one we got. She don't talk too much but she's a good kid." Though while he is saying that he is thinking 'She's a creepy, disgusting little brat. I'd be thrilled to get her outta my hair.'

"DISGUSTING?!" Becky interrupted, again.

Though no one noticed, Loid's eyes sharpened.

"Go on, say hello." he looks over at her and Anya stands up from her kneeling position on the floor.

"Er… Pardon me." now, a certain noise is heard while Loid is thinking. 'If I recall, the earliest age students can enter Eden is six, she definitely looks no older than four or five.'

"Six," Anya speaks up. Loid raises an eyebrow, "I'm six"

"You're six years old?" the man asks.

"What- Anya.." Loid turned to look at her, having already noticed the sparks around them whenever his thoughts were being heard by her. He was starting to piece stuff up- yet he needed more proof.

'But she's so small…' Loid thinks just as Anya stands on her tippy toes to appear taller. She runs to the desk to grab the newspaper, she shows it to him and sits down. 'Hm? The newspaper? A crossword puzzle? That's probably too difficult for a child, of course for myself, it's mere child's play.' As he is listing the answers in his mind, Anya is writing them down- she stops when he has listed them all and shows him, Loid is shocked. 'She completed it? Seriously? Such unbelievable intellect. She should have no trouble passing the entrance exam!'

"Can you read minds or something?" Emile joked, Ewen chuckled.

Loid pondered.

"I'll take her! As for the paperwork-" Anya pust the paper down and grabs the plushie.

"Don't worry about that, just take her already." Loid kneels down infront of Anya.

'Everything is going so well that it's making me nervous.' Twilight thinks. He then asks Anya, "Are you okay with this?" the camera pans up to Anya, her eyes are sparkling with excitement.

'A spy… mission… Waku Waku!' Anya thinks excitedly.

No way… absolutely no way-

'This little girl happened to be an Esper (telepath), Test subject 007. She possessed the ability to read people's minds. She was unintentionally created in an experiment by a certain organization, and she later fled their facility. She has been wandering around looking for someone to take care of her.' The camera now focuses on Loid and Anya leaving the orphanage, Anya excitedly walking behind Loid.

Now both Loid and Yor turned to pause at the same time.

"Experiment- Anya-" Damian whispered- now feeling absolutely stupid about getting angry with her. She probably got overwhelmed easily due to her 'powers'- not to mention she was constantly hearing everyone around her- which probably explained why she stayed away from everyone- and why she disliked Becky at first-

It explained why she punched him- because she could hear everything he thought it meant she heard him making fun of her apart from him actually making fun of her- it explained why she was helping him so much and why she was often found in situations that did not concern her- she could but help but listen in… "Anya I-"

"No! Anya doesn't want to speak to Damian!" Damn- not even Sy-on boy…

If anything- this revelation seemed to be even more shocking than Twilight's. Bond was now a bit more fluffed up than before, while his fur was the cutest and maybe more adorable looking aspect of the dog- this time he looked even bigger than he already was. He glared at both Loid and Yor.

"Bond- calm down boy, we just want to speak with Anya-" Loid whispered, reaching his hand, though Bon growled at him, he retreated. "Alright then, Anya- can you explain- how old are you really?"

True! She was indeed smaller and chubbier looking than the rest of the girls in her class- not to mention she seemed to struggle with concepts the other kids understood very easily- it was not that she was dumb or distracted- she was probably above average intelligence since she got passing scores at times in subjects she had absolutely no way of understanding with ease-

"No…"
"Anya-"

"No! Now that you all know about Anya's secret- Anya has to go fleeing again." She whispered, hiding her face in Bond's fur, the dog woofed at her softly but, after getting no response, he simply laid his head over her.

"What makes you- Anya … I won't- we won't send you away- a pair of very good earmuffs maybe but no sending you away-" Loid explained as gently as he could. Kneeling down in front of her. "I- I apologize for yelling at you earlier. It was not your fault you knew."

"Y-Yes! Loid is right! We are not mad at you… If anything we are mad at what was done to you…" Yor sat in front of her, grabbing her little hand in hers. "You knew about me from the very start, did you not?" She whispered and chuckled. Anya nodded through some very obvious tears now that she had lifted her face from Bond's fur.

"What are you talking about, Yor" Loid asked, kneeling next to her and also taking Anya's hand in his. When she was about to answer he shook his head, "I will find out soon enough, won't I?" the three of them laughed softly. Bond finally let go of Anya and Yor was able to lift her up.

"How old are you really?" Anya seemed to hesitate … she then lifted four fingers and, just like with the boy or girl question, gasps were heard around the room. "Wait- You escaped at-"

"I found a door open… and the doctors were gone … so I walked out and ran- I was taken to an orphanage after the police found me." All of that was said so softly it was a wonder how the pair even managed to hear her. Yor hugged her closer. "They put these things on me." She gestured to her horns- something Yor had noticed Anya even slept with. She gently tugged on one and found it to also pull her head. Yor sighed.

"I don't get it! If you can read minds- why aren't you like… The best in the whole school! Wouldn't your dad's mission be over by now?" Ewen asked, near him the Handler also nodded.

"I agree with the boy, Twilight- with this knowledge-"

"I am not letting you use her like this!" Twilight sighed, now understanding why Anya chose to keep this very crucial piece of information from him and Yor. If a kid and an adult had already thought of how to use Anya or how she should be using her powers to benefit herself and fight a war that wasn't hers….he now felt like an idiot. The times Anya had cried desperately due to her grades now were even heavier on his own ears. Anya truly had a hard time understanding. Not because she was dumb. But because she was way too young to even be taught those things. Kids between four and five should probably be taught to read and write but they wouldn't be able to grasp time correctly, much less math and science. Anya was not confused. She was frustrated most of the time she was made to study.

Not to mention everyone's thoughts surely made her dizzy.

"I must admit. After hearing this I think we will have to move Anya to a special needs class at Eden," Mr. Henderson whispered.

Damian (and Becky) immediately shook his head, "No! I can h-help her! But please-"

"Mr. Damian… I understand you like Miss. Forger-" he turned bright red, not realizing Mr. Henderson meant it as a friendship or companionship type of liking, "But for her own mental health and stability, not to mention her future. She has to be in a class for kids like her-"

"S-she's just smaller! She's four- She can keep up!" He stood up.

"Survival is not living and neither is scraping by or struggling to learn." Mr. Henderson sighed. "I will be discussing this later with the parents."

"Thank yo- wait… She's still allowed-" Loid's eyes widened.

"I have no reasons to expel Miss. Forger. She's a good kid and up until now, my only issues were her grades… Which are now explained." Mr. Henderson said, Loid and Yor sighed with relief.

"... So this explains why you never liked me much huh, Chihuahua." Yuri joked, "you knew what I was thinking half of the time." He offered his arms to carry Anya, seeing how she was living and the desperation she had to be adopted- the little girl was not so annoying after all.

Anya seemed to ponder for a bit before she accepted and also extended her arms. Yor passed her to Yuri, who while still being very much wary of Twilight- had chosen to lay low for the sake of the mental sanity of the present kids- and of his sister.

"So Anya is not being sold?" She whispered after a while of Yuri bouncing her a little.

And once again she made the whole room fall silent.

"I always wanted to ask you since you make this comment a lot…" She looked to the side, already knowing what he was going to ask- so she simply answered.

"The doctors said once I was big enough they would sell me to… To the estate, so they could make more like me." Both Yor and Loid gasped, even Yuri's hold tightened on her. Before any of the three of them had even a small chance of going rogue Bond barked with the control in his mouth.

"We should probably keep watching. So Bond says." Loid chuckled and Yor also agreed with a smile. Taking Anya from Yuri, her father placed her on the bed again, Damian looked at her and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Damia-"

"Can I… Can I go back to… Being next to you?" He asked, quickly looking away, "I-I got cold."

Anya, while she was still very much confused and slightly overwhelmed by everything, she did allow him to move in with her again. Bond was a bit hesitant yet decided to let it slide in order to give Anya some leeway.

"Now listen little girl," Loid says once they are in front of their house.

"Anya"

"Now, listen, Anya. Starting today you will be my daughter, but if anyone asks you've always been my daughter. Got it?"

"Yep."

"You must address me as 'father'"

"Chichi," Anya says with a warm smile and a light blush.

"I have always wondered that she never says anything more formal." Fiona looked at Twilight.

"She never got to it. I figured that sounded more natural."

"Very well."

The scene changes to the inside of the apartment complex now, a lady is fawning over Anya, "We are the Forgers, we just moved in here" Loid presents them.

"My name is Anya and I have always been Chichi's daughter." The lady looks slightly taken aback, Loid seems resigned.

"Damn Anya, really smooth." Becky joked, Anya blushed.

'That wasn't necessary,' he thinks- "Come on, let's go inside." Loid says once he opens the door. Anya walks inside very happily, turning to the TV and turning it on once she gets permission, Spy Wars is on.

"This is my favorite!" She sits down, Loid, once again visibly resigned as he thinks 'of all things.'

A collective set of giggles was heard.

Anya's eyes are wide in amazement, "Waku Waku!"

'First, I'll have to go gather everything we need.' Loid thinks, ' And I'll have to forge an ID for her.' Loid faces Anya who is busy watching TV, "I'll go out for a bit, just sit there and enjoy your show" he says, she turns aroun in excitement.

"An adventure! Anya wants to go!" She exclaims, jumping onto his leg and clinging on like a Koala.

"What adventure?! I am just going shopping!"

"You really did get the clingiest kid did you not? Twilight?" The Handler asked, Loid chuckled. "She did not seem like it at all."

"No, she seemed pretty reserved." He agreed.

The scene changes once again, they are now in a plaza as they walk along the street Anya walks excitedly infront of Loid, "Anya wants a pistol with a silencer!" she says, obviously not understanding what it is. Loid seems to acknowledge it is but a craving due to the show and agrees.

"If we see one on sale."

"Loid!" "Lotty!" Both Briar siblings yelled at the same sight at the sight of Loid promising a gun to a child.

"Do you guys really think I would find one on sale?!" He yelled back, "I only said that so she would remain calm!"

"Anya forgot after that." The little girl whispered. Damian chuckled.

'To be a good spy one must act normal and musn't attract attention to themselves,' the camera is now on his eyes, 'We must do everything we can to look like an ordinary family.'

"Chichi! Save me!" he hears her call and finds her spinning in the crowd getting off the Ferris. 'Must you draw attention to yourself?' A lady chuckles and offers to help by advising them that holding hands is better.

After staring at each other, Loid is now stuck holding hands with Anya.

"I like how we get to see the struggle of handling a kid as energetic as Anya." Becky elbowed Emile, "At Eden she is kind of smug but she behaves for the most part."

"Yeah! Except when her nose bleeds-"

"Which - yeah that is weird."

"I actually am already used to taking kids by hands-" she turned to face Yuri from her seat, "right Yuri?" Her brother quickly nodded. Yet Anya managed to catch a fleeting thought of 'except when you broke my hand-'

'Having a hand-tied will make it difficult to prepare for an enemy ambush, but no matter..."

'An enemy!?' Anya's eyes widen in amazement, she quickly lets go of his hand to run ahead look around, and then hide under a restaurant sign, her hands covering her little horns.

"What are you doing?"

"Hiding!"

"Twilight, pause it for a second, will you?" The Handler said, Loid nodded and paused it, much to the kid's dismay. Bond barked in annoyance as well. "Have you noticed Miss Anya is very- let's say perceptive?" She asked. Loid tilted his head to look at Anya.

"How so? Because of being an Es-"

"No, because you never wished she would hide, you just said- well, thought, you just thought it was an inconvenience that you were tied to her in a sense, she figured she needed to hide by herself. She also hid somewhere that covered her fully- unlike some trainees we have who hide behind a tree-" Becky chuckled, the Handler looked at Anya, the little girl tensed- which made Damian frown at the lady as well. "What would you have done if you had heard that? Damian-sama?"

Damian blinked a couple of times. Now being slightly unable to think properly due to seeing how Anya immediately reacted. Yet he figured "I would've probably just let go of his hand and walked closer to him or something." He muttered.

"... Now that you mention it. There have been instances where she helped me without throwing her secrets out." Loid looked at Anya with a fond, proud smile. Anya felt a slight blush creep up her cheeks.

"C-can we continue?" The pink-haired girl asked. Loid laughed and clicked play.

'Did I do anything to make her want to hide from me?' Loid thinks in confusion, 'Perhaps I held her hand too early. Does she hate me? This isn't good. I need to maintain a good relationship with her until the end of this mission.' Now the background is black, showing little sparkles over Anya's head and horns, showing she is focusing on reading his mind. 'I must know more about this creature. It's basic diplomacy. Understanding the other party is the first step toward peace.'

'Understanding me will lead to world peace?!' She gets out from under the sign, determination in her face as she stares at him. "I like peanuts. And I don't like carrots." Anya says.

"Uh-huh…" Loid, though confused, is paying attention.

"But I really like crispy bacon from bakenries!" She points to a sign behind them. Loid turns and seems unamused.

"That's a 'bakery.' They do not sell bacon." He explains, though by the time he is done she is away from his sight again trying to buy a poster of Spy wars.

"I'd like this, please." She hands the man a coin.

"That costs one dalc. You can't buy it with a ten-pent coin." he once again corrects, Anya is startled and looks at him 'Is this girl actually stupid? Was the crossword puzzle a fluke? Maybe I can still go back and get another child—' While he is thinking this he is snapped back to reality by Anya's crying.

"Pwease don't get rid of me!" Anya sobs loudly-

"What's gotten into you?!" He seems shocked and confused, Anya keeps on crying, people around him start whispering about his parenting.

"Pwease! I'm a good bargain!" Anya is now near hysterical, Loid is also desperate.

"Before you all yell at me I was still adapting to Loid! I wasn't thinking like a father completely!" He raised his hands in peace- Becky, who had been fangirling up until a certain point was looking at him with a half lidded stare. Eyes judging his treatment to her best friend in the beggining.

"ChiChi was mean, but he was nice," Anya said from her place laid in Bond's fur next to Damian, who was busy playing with her hand again.

'What do I do?' He was obviously panicking, with everyone looking at him like that he was unsure of what else he could do- until an idea popped into his mind. "I'll buy you some peanuts! Just stop crying!"

"Peanuts!" She got excited once again.

There was another scene change, Loid is walking down the street with groceries in one arm and Anya in the other hand. "Papa, I'm tired… Can't walk anymore…" the girl whispers. Loid gasps slightly.

"What?"

'This isn't working… I just don't understand this irrational behavior. I need some manuals to help me understand it.' Once again, there's another change in scenery, now with Loid carrying the groceries, Anya and a pile of books as he seemingly just excited a book store.

＂The key to raising a child is trust, Rather than scolding them, try to understand things from their perspective. Children are not very good at putting how they're feeling into words, so try to understand them more."

"So no interrogating them, then? Do the parents of the world normally carry out such difficult missions all the time?" He looked for another book, finishing 'Reading' the last one by skimming over the pages in a quick manner.

"Nurture their self-esteem to give them a better future. By giving them the ability to think for themselves, their future…"

"Mr. Forger, I want your reading skills," Emile said, if he had those for tests it would make his life way easier. Ewen nodded beside him.

"As soon as I'm done with this mission, I'm sending her back to the orphanage." The scene is now focusing on a sleeping Anya. "That's the extent of our relationship."

"I want to clarify," Loid paused the episode, "I do not plan on returning her now." He looked at the Handler. Fiona blinked in surprise. Yuri also blinked a couple of times and then turned to look at the woman. Franky chuckled and shook his head. Apparently, this was something that while surprising, all of them had been somewhat expecting.

"I was not expecting you to give her back, Twilight," the woman said, staring at Anya. "But you know the only way a spy can keep a child-"

"Yes, I know..." He sighed, looking at Fiona briefly.

"Are you-" the woman raised an eyebrow, "Okay with that option?"

"Anya is smart, she is resourceful and very strategic... I just want her to have a normal childhood before the training begins." He looked at the woman who held a scary resemblance to Anya, the little girl was something really if she had managed to get under Twilight's skin in such a short amount of time. She would have to think about it.

"Let me see what I can do." She sighed, Loid nodded and, while most were confused, Anya looked at her papa and then at Bond, now understanding one of his newer visions.

"Don't wanna!" Anya yelled, Loid standing in front of her. "I don't wanna study!"

"I need to know how smart you are for this exam," Loid said. Holding a stack of paper in his hands.

"I don't need to study to do any tests!" Anya answered, standing her ground with her hands made into little fists. "If I just read other people's…" she was about to reveal herself, yet she caught it just in time '...people's minds…'

"Are you planning on cheating? Listen, if you don't get into this school" Loid also caught himself right before revealing himself, '...my mission fails.' They stare at each other for a bit before Loid sighs and walks to the door. Grabbing his coat.

"I kind of want to know why you have such bad grades Raccoon," Emile asked, "You can read minds-"

"Because I hear all of you at once, that's why," Anya said curtly. Loid laughed.

"Fine, then. I'm heading out- You're not coming with me today. No matter what. You're staying home." Loid says as he is putting his suit jacket back on, Anya seemingly ready to follow him again. Once Loid leaves though, Anya starts to follow him:

"Hey! I told you, you're not coming!" first she followed him simply out the door.
"You there! Do you really think I don't see you?" behind a garbage bin.
"There!" under the stairs.
"There!" on the attic.

'Papa is so good at finding me.' Anya thinks with a fond chuckle and a cute smile. 't's so much fun!'
The scene pans out to the outside of the building, Loid sounding both desperate and triumphant. "Try and get out of that!"

"You know, Twilight," Franky chuckled, looking now at how and why he was late that day was amusing, "she is really cut out to be a spy, apart from the Esper thing, had you not barricaded her, she would have followed you more."

"What do you mean?" Yor raised an eyebrow.

"Look at how far she got, she managed to follow him longer each time," Yuri explained pointing at the screen. She was learning to hide from him. Which is tough since he is known as the best spy."

"Oh! Yes, I see now!" Yor turned to Anya, a proud smile on her face. Anya blushed.

"So that's why you're late?" Franky asked Loid, looking unamused and maybe a little annoyed at the things he had to do in order to keep up with the little kid.

"In the end, I put up a barricade in front of the door and trapped her inside," Loid explains, showing a memory of him with a bin in front of the door to make Anya stay inside the apartment.

"I'm praying that you don't get reported for child abuse," Franky said-

"Who knows what children are thinking?" Twilight takes his hat off. "Their method of always crying to get their way is truly annoying."

"Hate to tell you this, Twilight, but crying is their job." Franky replied in a joking manner, "More importantly, here's what you asked for. An application, a ticket for the exam, and exam questions. I went through hell getting these for you." He handed the brown envelope over.

"Thanks, Franky. I think we can make things work if we have her memorize everything." Loid said, tucking the thing inside his jacket's hidden pocket.

"Not elegant Mr. Forger," Mr. Henderson sighed, disappointed.

Becky also sighed, but for other reasons.

"Oh, yeah. About your daughter… I dug up some records on her past that the orphanage didn't have. I couldn't find anything about her birth." Franky hands him a slip of paper with Anya's information. "No info on her age or parents, either. I could only find information from the last year, but she's been adopted four times and returned each time. She's also been to two other orphanages."

"Anya Williams, Anya Levski, Anya Roche" Twilight read out loud. His voice was thoughtful instead of distant now.

"She changes names as much as you do." He joked, Twilight frowned. "You guys are perfect for each other. Hey, I'm kidding. This is for your mission, right?" Franky reinstated that fact, "She may be a kid, but no good's gonna come out of getting too attached."

"So... Anya, Where does your name come from?" Damian asked, noticing now that her name remained the same and that the last name was the only change- apart from that, Anya also spoke in the third person, which he supposed could be due to her being actually four years old, but Anya understood pronouns since she used them for absolutely everyone else.

"Oh, I made it up in the laboratory," she explained, playing with Chimera's tail. "I started talking in the third person and eventually some doctors started to call me that."

"I see... so, you did it to feel-" Becky began, Anya looked at her.

"To feel human."

"Thanks for the concern," Loid replies, once again sounding distant as he leaves the stand.

"Hello? Where's my money?! Damn it... Who knows what spies are thinking, either?"

"Did he pay you, Franky?" The Handler asked, he nodded.

'I'm so bored. Spies aren't like what I thought.' Now the scene is inside the apartment. Anya is laying over the couch, eyes bored as she looks around, staring at her Spy Wars poster. Her eyes then locks on Loid's room. 'I just want to get the bomb back.'

'I can't have her messing with my spy equipment, so I'll lock it up. The code is 6, 1…' a flashback of Loid locking the door is shown. Anya is sitting on the couch, looking back at at the adult with a certain smirk.

"...1, 0." Anya sang, rumaging through the bags, and throwing stuff around. " Bomby-bombs! Bomby-bombs! Bomby-bombs! Bomby-bombs!" She now pulls out a suitcase, a morsecode communicator. "Ooh! Secret messages! Secrets, secrets…"

"So that's what happened," Loid chuckled.

"Boss! We've intercepted a new message." A building is now being shown, inside there is an operating room. A man is sitting with a headset in place. He calls Edgar over as he is listening to the message.

"Is it using the West's cipher?" Edgar asked.

"No, it's just plain text." he explains, concentrating on the signal. "It says... 'Twilight here'... Twilight here! This is the frequency used by Western intelligence…. Oh, there's more. 'Catch me if you can'...

"Hurry up and pinpoint where it's coming from!"

"Who taught you to use that?!" Damian asked Anya, she turned to look at him in a very confused way.

"Chichi uses it all the time, I hear how he does it whether I want to or not... So I memorized it." Anya explained.

"Those things are pretty hard to use, they work with morse code and usually have a cipher... how did you know morse kid?" Fiona asked, leaning on her hand to look at Anya.

"Doctors made me learn it... I recognized the little tapper..." Anya said as she showed Chimera, "I got him for learning it!"

Yor and Loid looked at each other, Anya kept mentioning Doctors and a Lab-

"Whew…" Back in the apartment, Anya wipes her forehead in a playful manner, as she is doing that she seems to react to what she has done:

'Now that you've found out I'm a spy, you'll have to disappear.' Anya imagined a darker, angrier figure of Loid sending her away forever. She quickly packs his stuff while the camera focuses on her from behind Chimera.

"If he finds out I'm a telepath… I'll have to leave," Anya whispers. Her eyes watering and her voice thin. Another flashback ensues.

'Anya, you mustn't tell anyone about your power.'

'It's time to study now, Anya.' a group of adults, three of them, two male and one female, were standing where Anya had been sitting. Her hairstyle is different, still holding her signature horns and she looks slightly younger as she looks at the men. Behind them, a glass window with an iron fence is shown.
"But I wanna draw…" the little girl said, voice obviously teary.

"Don't bother with childish games." One of them says, "We must use your power for the sake of world peace." The other completed. Anya begins to tear up.

"There's no time for tears, either." The scene fades again, back to the apartment. Anya is sitting alone, sulking and drying her tears.

'Now, enough playing. Back to studying.'

Now Yor paused the video. standing up and heading over to scoop Anya in her arms. The sad stare she had during that scene was too much for the newly found motherly instincts she had reawakened around the time she started to take care of Anya again. Anya, while surprised at the gesture, clutched Yor's red sweater with strength. Resisting the urge to cry- in the end... when she became an assassin she did so by choice, no one forced her. She was around ten or nine when she began- not four and much less two- Anya should have been taking naps and playing...

"Yor?" Loid asked, standing up.

"Just... let me hold her for a little okay?" She whispered, walking down the stairs and standing under the exit, hidden from view she let her tears fall, 'I am so sorry baby- I- I could have-"

"You did not know me Haha..." Anya whispered.

"Still... I wish I had..." She carefully moved her face towards her, kissing the side of her face, tears now falling down her cheeks- before she could dry them, a second set of arms enveloped them. Both recognized them immediately- Yor rested her weight on Loid as he rubbed her back, letting some of his composure break. While he did not cry, he did make sure he was holding Anya. It was now that Anya began to cry, Loid and Yor simply hugging her a bit tighter.

Bond also got there after jumping from the seats, he pushed them with his nose- which cause the two adults to kneel so Bond could also join.

Up on the theater, Yuri was looking at the scene it had been paused on. He never liked Anya until a few months ago- now he understood her better and- he was angry. He has spent months tracking the underground labs and had failed on a few- this caused a sense of responsibility... maybe if he had put more effort.

After Yor's reaction, they all waited in silence.

About fifteen minutes later the Forgers returned to their places. Anya climbed back after Bond. Yor and Loid tucked her in once again.

"Forger-" Damian looked at her- Anya still had tear tracks. As when she had cried alone in the scene, she now had people who were willing to stand next to her as she cried- Damian was horrible with words, so he took her hand in his and hid them under the covers. Anya blushed, Damian was a worse shade of red.

"Sorry everyone," Yor whispered, pressing play.

'She'd better not have messed up the apartment.' Loid thinks as he is walking up the stairs and into the living space for him and Anya. 'Oh, right. I need to move this.' Just as he is about to do so, he noticed the marks on the floor- the bin had just been moved.

Twilight walks into the apartment and lingers at the door a couple of seconds, showing a guy behind the couch and another behind the door, the latter attacks first with a swing of a bat, Loid skillfully evades it and mamages to punch the guy just in time to also avoid the gunshots from the man behind the couch, 'Who the hell are these guys?!' Twilight throws the groceries at him and runs around the table. Knocking both men out.

"Ayo..." all the kids were looking with wide eyes.

"The chair made too much noise, Twilight," the Handler reprimanded.

"It was that or my gun-"

"Anya! Anya!" He starts to search around the apartment. Finding his room bandalized with Chimera on the floor. 'She's been kidnapped? By whoever sent these thugs? But why? I need to find her immediately. Calm down. From the looks of it, I've been compromised. I need to get to safety immediately. As for Anya… There are plenty of other children out there. I'll start things over from square one and—' Loid bends down to pick Chimera- just for the guy with the bat to come up behind him and prepare to strike.

The screen goes black with a 'smack' sound and a white figure to symbolize a hit.

"No! Did you die Mr. Forger?" Becky asked in a panic. Loid sweatdropped.

"Keep watching-"

"So who the hell is this kid?" The man from the beginning of the episode, Edgar, asked as he looked at Anya. "Could she be Twilight's?"

"No idea. She was in the room where the message came from," The goon started to explain, "so we snatched her just in case."

Anya was tied up inside a cart, eyes showing tears and obviously on the verge of crying. 'Because of the transmission?' Anya thought to herself. Looking between the men in the room.

"And that is why you stay away from my stuff and room," Loid sighed.

"She was holed up inside the apartment with a barricade out front."

"Why out front?" he was visibly confused.

"Beats me."

"Well, no matter. We might be able to use her as a hostage." Edgar said, looking at Anya. "In order to force Twilight to steal the toupee off of the foreign minister's
head personally."

"Boss, I think we should just give up on the toupee." One of the men suggested, Edgar grabbed a gun and shot the man in the forehead. The rest stared in shock.

"Transparency is essential in government. Toupees are a no-go." Edgar explained.

"I have to ask, why did you not kill him?" Ewen poked Loid on the shoulder. This man seemed like a nuisance, probably would be easier to just knock him dead.

"I am a spy, I gather information and retrieve stolen intel- Assassins deal with targets." He explained. Emile looked confused.

"But you killed- people?" The kid had, after all, seen Twilight knock a few of them out immediately. "How is that not-"

"I did not kill them, I knock them out for interrogation- Assassins do kill and if I somehow end up with a death- that's a causality, it's different"

"How so?" Becky also leaned in.

"One is a job, the other is an accident," Yor explained- then almost immediately stuffed her face with some of the snacks. She said too much-

"Yeah- that."

'A pistol with a silencer…' Anya thought, looking at the smoking gun.

"That's what you were interested in?!" Damian turned to look at her, Anya nodded embarrassed.

"Also, the minister's a traitor who's been secretly backing the West. Anyone who advocates for a traitor is also a traitor." Edgar explained, finally revealing that it was not just the toupee issue.

'A real bad guy…' Anya thought to herself. Staring at Edgar with wide eyes.

"Boss! Nguyen and his guys are back from the apartment!" another of the goons called, looking at the car pulling upfront.

"We captured him." The man that managed to hit Twilight over the head said, carrying Twilight on his shoulder while placing him on the floor.

"Huh?! So they did manage to capture You?!" Becky yelled again. Anya turned to look at her friend- wondering how could she be so smart yet dumb at the same time.

"Well done." Edgar praised.

"Those weren't the moves of an amateur. He's the real deal." Nguyen said, rubbing his chin in pain from the punch Twilight had scored.

"Go rest over there."

"Now then, Twilight…" Edgar began, Approaching the spy "Let's have you return the photographs you stole from me." Once the bag over his head is removed, it is showed that this is not Twilight but the man who had 'hit him'- "Nguyen!"

"So they didn't capture you?!"

"No!" Loid chuckled, "I am known as 'The Spy of Many Faces' for no one knows my real face- those who do- they are not here anymore."

"Assassin job!" Ewen and Emile said excitedly. Anya chuckled.

"Yes? That's something an assassin would usually take care of." Loid rubbed the back of his neck.

Everyone ignoring how red Yor had gotten in just a few seconds.

"What's going on?! He was just—"
"The kid's gone!"

"He got me again!"

"You'd think after many times of this he would start to pull the faces of his workers to check for a mask." Damian rolled his eyes.

"This was a mistake. I risked everything by waltzing right into enemy territory. I'm a failure as a spy." Twilight, now dressed as Nguyen says, carrying a crying Anya in his arms. He is running down the enemy base, looking for the best exit he can find to save himself and Anya.

"Papa… Pabwaaaaaah!" Anya cried, calling out for the only person she felt could save her, too overwhelmed by emotion to notice she is with said person at the moment.

"Look, you're okay. I won't do anything. You don't have to be scared" He tried to calm her down, but nothing worked... if anything- Anya cried harder and louder. 'This is exactly why kids suck… I see…. I think I figured out why I hate the sound of kids crying so much. Because I end up remembering my own childhood.' A flashback of a crying child Twilight is shown, between debris and destruction, wearing an army hat as he also gets more hysterical as the memory progresses- 'No one reached out their hand to save me. I felt alone, in despair, and so powerless that all I could do was cry. I thought I'd abandoned that past, but on a subconscious level, she was reminding me of me- No, actually...'

"Is there anyone here, like in the protagonist group that had a happy childhood?!" Because yelled, looking at Yor. "Master Yor! Please tell me you had a happy loving family!" She was essentially pleading now. No way everyone in the Forger family, one of the most (if not the most) perfect family she knew, was broken and tortured as a kid. "Bond?!"

"You will have to wait an see young Lady!" Anya teased Becky.

Becky sat down.

They are now outside, Anya is placed on the floor. "Listen up, little girl."

"Anya." She quickly corrects him- still not realizing this is Twilight.

"Listen up, Anya," The man said getting out a pen and paper. "Me and my friends are pro tag players. Whenever we spot someone with potential, we immediately challenge them to a game."

"Oh," Anya whispers, now noticing it. 'Papa is a liar.'

"Now, listen. If you go straight down this street and turn right, you'll find a police station. If you can get this to a police officer, you win the game." He said, showing her the way with the pen and handing her the paper, Anya looks at the paper and then at him. "Got it?'' 'If you show them this, they'll put you in a better orphanage. I'm not going to involve a kid in this mission. I'll figure something out and rework the plan.'

"Had you not realized it was your father baby?" Yor asked softly.

"Not that...Anya was slightly scared so I forgot to focus in my mind reading." Anya explained, Yor rubbed her head.

"Pa-" Anya slips, as she almost called him dad.

"All right, go! Hurry!" the man stands up and shooes Anya, she gasps and starts to run in the shown direction. 'I'm a failure as a spy? No. My mistake was putting that little girl in danger to begin with. How could I forget? To create a world where children won't have to cry...That's why I became a spy.' Twilight then rips the mask off and returns to the inside of the base. J ust as he is thinking this, Anya turns around, seemingly having heard his thoughts. Her eyes shine in fascination.

"So... You were gonna leave?" Loid asked Anya. Now recognizing her body language better than back then.

Anya nodded.

"Yeah... Anya was scared and I wanted to go back to the orphanage. But hearing your words papa- I knew I was safe with you. Even if I was scared." She explained. Loid smiled and ruffled her hair.

No praise for a Spy, that was a rule, his job and work was from the shadows- but to have his daughter's recognition... It made every sacrifice worth it. Even before Anya came into his life.

"Truly Elegant! Mr. Forger!"

"Don't let that bastard get away!" Edgar yells, and his men kick down the door. The whole group walks into the base area, showing it was full of flour, probably from an old bakery. "We're gonna drag him out here and expose his face to-" as they are walking, a string is shown crossing the door, when they step on it the flour drops, making a smoke screen for Twilight to move freely. "A trap? When did he-"

"What is this? Flour?" Multiple hit noises and grunts can be heard as Twilight takes the goons out one by one. "T-Twilight?!" the man takes aim.

"Don't shoot! This whole place will blow!"

"Wha-"

"You've gotta be shitting me." Edgar mutters, feeling Twilight press the gun to the back of his head.

"Turn around, and I'll kill you!" Twilight warns, a snarl obvious in his voice.

"Twilight..." Edgar whispers. Twilight takes the gun he sported out of his hand quickly, pressing his own barrel even more into his skull.

"Good day, or perhaps, good evening, Edgar." Twilight taunts, " How's Karen doing?" He asks, using information about his previous mission, Karen- the woman he dated in order to get intel for his target, the daughter of this man who he now had his gun pressed to, a woman who he knew more about than her father ever did. Now it was coming in handy. Edgar froze.

"How do you know my daughter's name?" He asked fearfully.

"Of course I know. That's what spies do-" he pressed the gun even more. "I know her height, weight, shoe size, her favorite foods, even how many moles are on her body. Though it's nothing compared to your record, I know of her criminal activity, too." He threw in a fact Edgar probably was in denial about.

"Absurd! My daughter would never—"

"Edgar." Twilight took control of the negotiation again, " I also know how much you care about your daughter. So listen carefully. If you wish for her to have any semblance of a normal life, you'll leave me the hell alone. If you understand, go home right now." The camera focuses on Twilight's eye for a second and then the scene changes.

"That was so cool!" Yor clapped. Finding Loid's spy more mesmerizing! She liked the danger factor in his eyes and the almost primal reaction of the growl under his voice.

"You have very... Bloody states Master Yor." Becky said.

As Twilight walks out, he notices Anya behind the Phone Booth, playing with a passing line of ants. " Anya!" He calls surprised, believing he had sent her away.

"Those could've stung you, you know?" Damian said in a forcefully disinterested voice. Anya chuckled.

"Papa! Papa!" Anya calls back, running up to him and hugging his legs.

"What are you—I mean, what are you doing outside the house? I, uh, just happened to come here to shop, but I guess they went out of business." He quickly tells her a coverup, Anya shakes her head into his pants.

'Papa is a huge liar.' Anya thinks " I was playing tag with some old guys." she mumbles into the fabric of his pants.

"Oh, I see. Did you have fun?" Loid asks, she shakes her head.

"It was a little scary... I wanna go home. To our home, Papa" She is practically begging him.

"Anya..." Damian whispered at the screen.

"Are you sure?" Loid asked. Camera focusing on his eyes.

Loid remember this... He wanted to make Sure Anya was truly able to stay with him... He was asking the question more to himself. 'Are you sure you want to keep this child who reminds you so much of your younger self?'

The answer was immediate.

"If you leave me behind, I'm going to cry." Anya makes a futile attempt at a threat, Loid, now looking at her with sad eyes, probably feeling identified with Anya's loneliness. The camera pans towards them, and as that is happening, Franky's voice can be heard explaining Anya's life during the last year.

Yes

'She's been adopted four times and returned each time. Anya Williams… Anya Levski… Anya Roche.'

"I see." Loid says, placing his hand over Anya's head, making her turn her head towards him, tears sparkling in her eyes as he agrees. Both of them now have found a home. " Well, let's go home, then."

He wanted to.

Now, another sound of crying interrupted the peace. Not from Anya but from Becky, who had decided to use Yuri's jacket as a tissue. He was tolerating it - barely.

"B-Becky?! What's wrong?!" Yor asked, worried. Loid also turned to look at her.

"T-This feels like Bambi!" Becky sobbed again. "Found family- like... You two had no home be-before! I-I doubt anyone would've gotten it had it n-not been for this!" She pointed to the screen. "To see you two suffer and ... Finally get a happy life its... I feel so happy!" She blowed her nose again. Yuri simply took his jacket off at that point and handed it to her.

"Breathe Becky," Loid chuckled.

"I just- like... You two were lonely! And even with secrets you have a better relationship than I do with my dad! He thinks money replaces him... Mr. Forger! You aren't even her real dad and you already love her and show it!" She blowed her nose again.

"C-Calm down Blackbell!" Damian called.

"Shut up Desmond! I can see tears from here!"

When Becky was calm enough- they resumed the episode.

"But that apartment is far too dangerous, so let's move." They are now on the train back home, Loid is talking to Anya as they ride it. " I spotted a poisonous snake there yesterday."

"I don't like snakes." she agrees. ' Papa is a huge liar… But he's such a cool liar.' She turns to face the road, Loid turns as well, seeming to have adapted into his new role as he innately looks where she is looking to keep an eye on her. The scene is now focusing on the moving train, with mundane conversation going on.

"I wanna live in a castle."
"We'll see if one's listed. Once we get to our new home, you've got to study."
"Gwak!"
"This time, you just have to memorize all the answers. It'll be easy."

"I really like rjia technique of.. 'On sale' or 'listed,'" Yor laughed. "I used to do it with Yuri all the time.

"N-n-nee-san?!" He called embarrassed.

"All right, begin!" The teacher called.

'I'm counting on you, Anya.' Loid thinks, sitting from outside the classroom the exams are being presented in. 'You can do it.'

'This is so hard!'
'I don't know any of these answers!'
'Um... eeny, meeny, miny, moe…'
'Mommy…'

"Please tell me none of them got it." Becky sighed.

Meanwhile, inside the room, Anya is reading the questions while simultaneously listening to all the other kids, pretty overwhelmed rather quickly at the number of thoughts, her mind begins to clog until a translucent hand shows up in her paper. It's a memory of Loid tutoring her through the exam in their new home. Anya swallows back her tears and begins to answer the exam.

"Wait- so you actually tried to solve them?" Loid looked at Anya.

"Yes... In between the panic of everyone I could not distinguish your voice or anything- so Anya tried to remember your teaching before and... That helped." She looked at him.

Before they could say anything else though-

"Miss. Forger! Truly elegant! Absolutely elegant!" Mr. Henderson clapped. "To come uo front a challenge and emergency victorious is beautiful! Bravo!"

A few days have passed and Loid and Anya are looking at the exam boards, there are a few families with crying kids. "K-212… K-212… It's there! You passed! You did it!" Loid exclaims happily, lifting Anya up in his arms.

"Did I do a good job?" the little girl asks also happily.

"You bet you did!" Loid praised, now twirling her around. "You—" he suddenly stopped, falling down onto the grass.

"Papa!"

'I relaxed for a second and all my pent-up exhaustion hit me at once.' Twilight thought, an empty expression on his face as Anya shakes him awake.

"Papa! Don't leave me!"

'I... relaxed?' Twilight thinks in disbelief.

"I promise to be a good girl! Just come back to me!"

'What the hell is going on with me?'

"That's called burnout Twilight!" Franky yelled, looking at Loid. "I told you they were exploding you!" Franky had warned his friend many times about that. How he needed to rest and make time for himself. How he needed some sense of normality or he would fall dead one day. Hell, even a nap would help! But he had to be completely alone to sleep-

Which was inconvenient.

"I have a job to fulfill," Twilight argued back.

"There's many other agents! If you die then- oh so help me. You have a daughter and a wife now-" Bond barked, Franky sighed "And dog."

"Maybe we have been piling too much work onto you, Twilight." The Handler whispered.

They returned to the series.

"Papa died." Anya looked at Loid who was deeply asleep on the couch, she hears a knock on the door and runs to answer.

"Don't open the door to strangers!" Both Damian and Loid yell.

"I've got some mail for you!" The delivery man says, Anya looks up at him. "Is this the Forger residence?" He asked, looking down at her now.

"I'm Anya Forger."

"Could you give this to your mommy or daddy?" The little girl nods and grabs the letter, though she just as quickly adds:

"My mama doesn't exist"

"Oh, really? I'm sorry…" the man sounded both careful and pitiful.

"Did he think mommy died papa?" Anya asked softly, he nodded and Anya went back to the show. Now understanding a confusion she had at the time.

"Papa! The mailman came." Anya said, running up to him and smacking him in the face with no real strength with the envelope, once she was sure he was not getting up, the scene starts to be shown from behind the couch, it is noticeable that Anya lifts Loid's arm up and crawls in between them, a happy smile resting on her lips.

"Okay, I just have to say this" Becky cleared her throat, "Anya you are so cute!"

"I have to admit you are really adorable during this whole thing..."

A while later Loid wakes up, startled and seemingly out of his comfort zone as he hurriedly gets up. "What do you think you're doing? Are you trying to kill me?!" He is obviously annoyed.

'I actually fell asleep in front of someone. Unacceptable. I need to get a grip.' He is thinking to himself, Anya also wakes up and hands him the letter she had recieved from the mailman earlier.

"Mail!" Anya chirps, Loid grabs it.

"Anya, it's illegal to be that cute." Becky teased.

"It is?!" Anya asked worriedly.

"No. No it is not dummy." Damian rolled his eyes.

"It's a letter from Eden College," he says starting to read it, though his expression sombers almost immediately.

"What's the matter, Papa?"

"The second phase of the admission process is a family interview," Loid explains, still reading the letter over and over again. "It is mandatory that the applicant attend with both parents. Absolutely no exceptions." He reads out loud.

"But Mama doesn't exist," Anya says looking at Loid.

"Does this mean we get to see Master Yor next?!" Becky looked at Yor now. She was blushing a deep shade of red again.

Chapter End Notes

I am actually going to be releasing the full chapters. I won't update frequently due to the amount of work this whole fic will take. Comments motivate me a lot and for this fic- I need them XD

What did you think?

Mission 2: Secure a Wife!

Chapter Notes

Note after posting: I confused Westania and Ostalis, I have no one to blame but my idiocy. I'll try to find the part but forgive me

NOTES:

Explanation: so, after some night sleep and some good break from social media- I realized I acted like a really, REALLY shitty person. For the ones who just arrived-

I posted a screenshot of a comment I got, questioning the realism of the story and giving me reasons why the fanfic wasn't logical- the never insulted me- but I did get petty about it pretty quickly.

My issue with the comment that kind of... Sparked this, was not the hate, because it wasn't hate really - it was more than less the fact that you are asking about all of these things: whether it makes sense or not, whether it is logical to expose the Forger's in that way- in a reaction fic? Like obviously it isn't working like that.

I even left it in the notes that this wasn't meant to be taken seriously- like a reaction Fic is a simple, fun story to read that's a headache to write and create, the comment irked me because of that specific reason, hell, so far I've gotten many mistakes, like continuously confusing Anya's terms, Chichi/Haha, Mama/Papa and Mom/Dad, I did that mistake in the first chapter because that one was completely translated by me- and while it did bother me, yes it is bothersome that I kept changing so I fixed it this chapter- and apparently I confused Westalis and Ostania... Help me

The problem wasn't the criticism itself, it was the fact that it was about the 'realism' of the fic in general. Which is a damn reaction fic... Obviously not gonna be realistic.

I apologize. My only excuse is that I was tired and pretty annoyed in general, no excuse, I won't be deleting comments, I did delete the ones pertaining to this particular situation before I even reasoned it. The person commented again and yes, I agree, I was petty on main and that was a very shitty move of me to pull, I don't just want positive criticism, I need negative as well- not that I particularly enjoy getting it but it helps in the long run.

Once again, the author apologizes and promises to do better.

On a happier note! This chapter has been brought quicker (because the last chapter took almost two months to write -when I posted the introduction it was about halfway done- between pausing and unpausing the episode, I wanna thank: CherieLebeau for giving me some links where the dialogs are already transcripted, that way I was able to simply add action after editing. so this only took about three weeks.

Still long- but less than almost two months still!

Once again I apologize and enjoy!

Edit: I THINK MOST OF THE MISTAKES ARE FIXED! LET ME KNOW IF YOU SPOT MORE

See the end of the chapter for more notes

"Yeah, no" The scene opened with a shot at Franky, face full with makeup and wearing a dress, Loid examines him briefly before declaring it's a no go.

Not even a second into the episode and the kids and adults alike were already snickering at the sight.

"You make a lovely woman Franky," the Handler compliments.

"What?!" Franky yelled, stomping his foot on the ground. Obviously pissed.

"Anya doesn't like this mama," the little girl said while pointing at Frank.

"Wow, beggars can't be choosers, you know Chihuahua?" Yuri asks, leaning on his elbow as he looks at her from his seat. Anya blinks a couple of times and turns her head to the side. "What?"

"No, Anya just wanted a pretty mama for a pretty papa," she explained, Bond barking in agreement next to her.

"I mean… Your mom is really pretty," Emile compliments, Ewen nodding next to him.

"Obviously! Master Yor is amazing! If I was a man I'd totally be taking her from Loid-sama!" Becky defends Yor, puffing her chest out. Yor snickers and smiles gently at them, a very bright blush on her cheeks.

"Thanks guys," she expresses. Camila scoffs, looking at Yor with anger. "What-"

"She's not even that pretty!"

"You're just jealous you had to get surgery to look remotely acceptable." Becky whispers, Camila gasps in shock and stares down at the child- what did this kid even know?!

"What did you say-"

"That you're a fake, Master Yor is a natural beauty and you're all fake." Becky points at her. Anya snickered and turned to watch the show, Damian also turned in his seat.

"Lady Becky!" Yor scolded, Becky shook her head.

"Brats these days have nice respect!" Camila lamented, Becky scoffed again and seemed to be about to jump on the woman had it not been for Fiona managing to grab her by the back of her pajama shirt.

"What- let me go!"

"You're just not going to cut it for the mother role, Franky," Loid explained, placing his hand on his cheek.

"You're literally a spy. Couldn't you have done my disguise better?" Franky asked, obviously peeved and angry Loud had somehow offended him after he took the time to offer to do this favor

"There's only so much I can do with your height and physique," Loid explained, having second thoughts about this whole operation.

"I can't believe I volunteered for this!" Franky exclaimed angrily while the camera showed a mirror and some makeup supplies.

"Have a peanut" Anya offered to attempt and make him feel better.

"I honestly have to say something here," Yor raised her hand, "why didn't you get a lady spy?"

"None were available…" He sighed, "and my only trusted option was in her own mission."

'Operation Strix, In order to stop a key figure in Ostania, Desmond, from trying to start a war, I was given this top-secret mission as a member of WISE' Twilight begins to recall, looking pensive, "We were able to pass the written exam to get into the prestigious Eden College, but who knew the interview process's next stage demanded the attendance of both parents?' The imagery had been showing flashes of eden college and entrance 'Very well, I guess I'll have to explore my options'

"Oh! Oh oh oh!!!" Becky, who had been transferred to sit between Fiona and Yuri, was now jumping in her seat as she noticed the screen. "We get to see Master Yor now?! Right!?" She looked around.

"I hope so, I want to see my sister." Yuri chuckled, Camila scoffed next to him.

How was a woman as simple and vulgar as Yor in a protagonist position?! She had such an indecent job before! Did that mean the spy had been so desperate he would've picked anyone that crosses his path? Why didn't she cross his path then?!

"Papa would've never picked you," Anya said from her seat, Camila choked on her own saliva. "He chose mama because she was his perfect match."

"What would a kid like you know-"

"Camila!" Dominic scolded, she shrunk on her seat.

"Did you hear? A thief might've entered our office" a female voice says, showing the City Hall building to then cut to a blonde woman. Camila, "Apparently, they only searched drawers with information regarding the girls. Like, what? What kind of creep does that?"

"Honestly, the section chief is way creepier," another woman, now with chestnut hair says, "He's always ogling me"

"That's because you're always wearing those short skirts" Now a third woman's voice joins, a black-haired woman with glasses, smoking a cigarette next to the window.

"Well, my boyfriend likes it when I wear them," the chestnut woman says, laughing sheepishly.

"I have always been of the opinion that men shouldn't stare when women wear short skirts…" The handler whispered, "then again… I would be staring for another reason."

"You've got a nice figure yourself, Sharon, so flaunt it more" one of them suggests, the woman doesn't seem to budge.

"You don't bother anymore once you have a kid" Sharon replies.

"Do you still stand by that?" Millie turned to her coworker.

"Yes, I am married, remember?" Sharon showed her ring, "as in not a fake marriage."

"So hey… What do you think about this, Yor? Isn't it creepy?" Milly asks, catching the attention of Yor, who seemed to have been distracted from the conversation as she was preparing coffee.

"Sorry?" Yor looks up from her task, confusion written on her face.

"Master Yor!"
"Sister!"
"Mama!"
"Miss Forger!"

Everyone seemed eager to see Yor in the screen, most of the kids who had been to Anya's house or had seen her in a school event agreed that she was a sweetheart and a nice lady, she had a maternal side to her that attracted most of the kids and even some of the adults as well…

"Is that the section chief's coffee? Let's put some boogers in it" Milly suggests as a joke, Yor seems to think.

"Huh? Do boogers somehow make it taste better?" She asks as she looks at the cup.

"As gullible as ever…" Yuri sighs into his hand.

"You know, Yor I've gotta say you're rather unique," Camila says, looking at Yor with a kind of pitying expression. It cuts to Yor's face.

"I know, right? She's so out there that I bet guys keep their distance" Milly jokes, Sharon frowns.

"Come on, now, Millie"

"..." Yuri turned to look at Yor's coworkers, Camila avoided his stare with intent, Millie looked everywhere except at him.

"You've got a nice face and body, Yor, curves in all the right places, You'd be a knockout if you just dressed up a little," Camila says.

"Uh-huh" Yor seems unsure.

"I'll give you the deets on some of my favorite cosmetics," Milly offers. The shot now turns to Yor and her coffee.

"I'm honestly content as long as I get to keep this job" she says, the others seem taken back.

"I wonder why you wanted that job so badly… These ladies seem like the type I would avoid like the plague," Fiona muttered, looking at the screen and then at the trio from the corner of her eye.

"I needed the job okay?" Yor sighs.

"Does this have to do with what Anya knows that I don't?" Loid asked, Yor nodded. He was starting to make assumptions in his head now, maybe he hadn't been wrong back then! Maybe Yor was indeed a part of the Secret Police- maybe she wasn't as innocent as they all made her to be… Should he have kept a better eye on her?

No no!

Whatever she was- he was never an objective… He never felt a shift in her emotions near him. She was always nice and kind…

It probably wasn't even serious.

"But aren't you, like, twenty seven? You need to be careful" Camila warns, a mischievous look on her face. "There seem to be a lot of spies around lately, you know? So people are apparently getting reported over the tiniest things" A close up of Camila's face as she's retelling the story, a memory of a woman being arrested by some officers is shown.

"The other day, a single woman in her late twenties got reported by her neighbors for being suspicious"

"Wait, what? That's hilarious!" Milly laughs, looking at Camila, "You know everything, Camila."

"True, it's unheard of to be single at that age, very suspicious" Sharon agrees as she looks at Yor. Yor nods.

"Ah… So it's because of snitches like you three I have to constantly get new female staff?" The Handler asked, looking down on the women from the down in front of her.

"What?! How would he have known you were trying to keep peace-"

"If we wanted to start a war- we wouldn't be doing things underwraps!" She said, "if anything… Terrorists are from within your own country."

"What do you-"

"Oh, I see Thank you for the warning" she says as she bows as a 'thank you' gesture towards her coworkers. The blonde one seems to remember something and opens her mouth to speak.

"Oh, yeah I'm having a party at my place this weekend" Camila starts, "You should totally come, Yor. Make sure you bring your partner with you," the three of them exit the room, chuckling as they do so.

The voices of her coworkers are heard, mocking and making fun of Yor due to her being single and kind of naive. Her reflection can be seen through the aluminum of the pot of coffee.

"Isn't that asking a bit much?"

"Maybe the creeper who snuck into this place will go with her"

"That's so mean!"

"... I am going to ask this once, and only once, sister…" Yuri stood up to look down onto the three women, "have they always been like this?"

"I-" Yor began, looking around in a bit of distress, "Yuri it's nothing! I swear it never bothered me!"

"That's not the issue!" He turned to look at her, "I called constantly to ask how you felt in that job so I could feel at peace that you finally had a nice, normal life… I know normality has and involves snakes like them-"

"Hey!" Camila protests, Yuri glares down on her, she quiets down again. The man had some scary eyes when he wanted to have them…

"But even then… I could've gotten you something better." Yuri sighed, "or even better, just have you stay at home… Relaxing? You worked enough as a kid-"

"Worked?" Becky asked, looking at Fiona, "but… Kids don't work."

"In an ideal world," Loid says, "but like I mentioned before, after the war many were left parentless, many big brothers and sisters worked odd jobs for hours to maintain their little siblings." He remembered it vividly, working at a young age after that bombing… playing soldier was one thing, and actually being one a completely different one.

"B-but…" Damian looked at them, "shouldn't commoners have it easy? They don't have a social image to maintain."

"But we have to maintain our life stability." Millie scoffs.

"Shut up, you talk bad about Master Yor, you don't get to talk at all," Becky frowned, Yuri nodded.

"Becky and Uncle Yuri get along." Anya looked at Loid, Loid chuckled and played the video again.

"Hello, Briar residence" it is now night, an apartment building is now in scene as a phone rings and Yor picks it up.

"Hey, Sis! How have you been?" A male asks into the line, Yor smiles.

"Oh- so I don't have privacy now either?" Yuri laughed nervously.

" Oh, Yuri," she greets.

"How's work going?" Her brother asks into the line.

"Don't worry I'm still employed" Yor answers sweetly, a tone of 'we've gone through this,' obvious in her voice.

"I'm worried about you, You're kinda unusual, y'know?" Yuri teases, Yor's voice then sounds a bit peeved but ultimately takes it as a joke.

"But even you call her weird!" Millie pointed at the screen. "Such a hypocrite!"

"She's my sister! I can make and poke fun of her because I do so with love! You three do so out of malice!" He huffed.

"I'll have my father fire you all…" Becky muttered. "He doesn't work there but I'm sure he can get you all fired."

"How rude, I'm completely normal!" She replies back. The camera is now on the table, focusing on a picture of Yor and a taller man at what seems to be a graduation, the phone strap covering the man's face.

"You know, I always wanted to know about that picture." Loid says, looking at Yor… "When you moved in I remember you brought that picture and only that picture."

"... That was his graduation," Yor began to tell with a smile on her lips, "back then he was maybe eighteen? Maybe twenty? He graduated with honors and I remember very vividly thinking 'wow… It was worth it.'" Yor retold the story, her eyes shining in a very warm hue, "wasting so much energy and getting so many different injuries- I remember seeing him shine in his own light - and being so happy."

"Master Yor…" Becky whispered-

"I know I'm his sister, but for me, Yuri was and will always be my first child. I raised him alone and seeing him there, reminded me that I did what I did for him."

Damian looked at the two Briar siblings, Yuri barely holding his tears in while Yor seemed to be shining like the sun as she spoke about her little brother…. And he felt jealous. Why couldn't he have that with Demitrius? Why couldn't his big brother care like that for him? Seeing a broken, obviously poor and struggling family happier than his rich and stable household so… So happy made him angry-

"Scy-on?" Anya whispered, looking at him with confused eyes. Damian shook his head.

"Isn't it about time you got married? Anyone you're interested in?" Yuri changed the subject again, the camera panning up to slowly get Yor's expression into view, she is now visibly uncomfortable and a little tense as she plays with the phone line strap. She sighs silently and listens to her brother talk. 'This again?' She thinks to herself…

"The thing is, there's a chance I might get promoted. Meaning I'll probably be even busier running around than before" Yuri starts to explain,

"I apologize, I have to interrupt!" Dominic looked at his friend, "what kind of promotion lets you hold it off?"

"My promotion Dom," Yuri said with a finality air to it. "My promotions let me hold them off."

The camera on the window and then a half-full focus on the room, slowly zooming on Yor, "But I can't leave you alone like this, so I'm not sure if I should take it… The whole reason I got this far is because of you, and I'm truly grateful. That's why I just want you to be happy." Yor blushes and smiles into the line, holding the phone closer to her.

"I know," she whispers lovingly into the phone, the gentle smile ever present as she does so. "Thank you, Yuri."

"That's so elegant! To worry about your family so much that you are willing to postpone your own life!" Mr. Henderson said, nodding approvingly. "Truly elegant and fit for a gentle man!"

"He has always wanted what's best for me.." Yor whispered, smiling.

"If you want, I can introduce you to someone" he offers.

"Huh? N-No, that's okay" she Quickly rejects, "O-Oh, yes I'm actually going to a party this weekend with my partner, of course" that seemed to come out of nowhere, signalized by a nervous tapping of her feet on the floor.

"So that's where the lie came from!" Camila scoffed, Becky was starting to get annoyed with that sound, "I knew you could never find such a handsome husband! You probably took advantage of a man trying to serve our country!"

"I never served Ostania! I serve Westalis," Loid had been doing his best to keep his opinions for himself, wanting to analyze the situation before making any precipitated comments about something he wasn't completely sure or aware about. Yet these ladies were truly something else, they were managing to get under his skin… And he had no idea why. Hearing them make and poke fun of Yor so often- "and if anything- I took advantage of Yor! I convinced her to get married after you three made her afraid of being single!"

"Papa-"

"Please refrain from insulting my wife…" was all he said before turning and playing the show again.

"Huh? You have a boyfriend?" Yuri sounded surprised.

"I do, actually, So don't worry about me!" Yor was visibly nervous, though he kept her voice straight and tight.

"I see! That's great. It'll be a party with coworkers, right?"

"Yup Camila's throwing it" Her mouth is twitching. Nervousness obviously taking over.

"Ah" Yuri sounds pondering, "Then I'll have to ask Dominic about this mystery man later" He concludes. Yor opens her eyes in shock.

"Ah… I see why you were so worried about your brother seeing you were in a good match," Dominic says, smiling softly, "Knowing him he would have rejected it had it not been for Loid showing up, huh?"

"Y-Yes! I was not trying to impress anyone. I was trying to save my little brother's career!" Yor said quickly, knowing now what was coming next.

"Huh?"

"I mean, I know how gullible you are, I'll have to chase him away if he's a loser" Yuri promises, the camera is showing Yor's back as she makes some nervous sounds. It then closes up on her neck. "I'll hold off on this promotion until I know he's a good guy"

"Oh, you don't need to do tha—"

"I look forward to meeting him, well! Nighty night!" The ring signaling the call is over resounded. Yor stares at the phone, unsure of what to do. She puts it down with both hands and starts to pace around in nervousness.

"I want to think you called him next to explain what happened?" Loid asks, turing to Yor, she did not answer. Having grown incredibly pale from a few moments ago to that specific tome, eyes glued to the screen.

Yor remembered the name, the date and the hour of each person she killed, she started to do it that way so she would at least give the person some dignity… that night she killed Vice Minister Brennan from the auditing department, at nineteen and a half hundred hours… and everyone would be seeing what she did…

"What should I do? I need to find someone by the time of the party. If he finds out I'm lying, he'll think I'm a weirdo and a pathological liar, and he'll lose even more trust in me, I need to find someone for the sake of my little brother's promotion" As she is pacing around, the phone rings again. Yor immediately rushes over to it as her eyes have turned into little swirls due to the stress and panic.

"Yuri, you've got the wrong idea! I was just joking earlier—" She had practically ran to the phone, flushed and panicked.

"Oh, dear Did you buddy-buddy siblings actually have a quarrel?" The voice on the other line is now different. Recognition rings clear on Yor's face.

"Oh, Shopkeeper? I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was you" there's a shift in Yor's body language, much more serious than before.

"What's going on?" Damian whispered, looking at Anya who was now sitting up, looking with wide eyes towards the screen. "Anya?"

"mama!" was all she said, Loid looked between Yor and his daughter, silently taking her hand in his- she had accepted his Spy side- whatever she was hiding, he saw no issue in it.

"It's fine, Good evening, however I do have a client needing your attention tonight, Thorn Princess" after that, the wide-eyed expression she held was replaced with a murderous gaze followed by an eerie sound. "The Royal Hotel, Room 1307" the scene is now said hotel, with the elevator signaling the room number.

"what- was th-" Before Yuri had a change to ask a better formulated answer, Camila's laugh resounded in the whole auditorium. Having mistaken her shaky and nervous attitude with being ashamed, she pointed at the black-haired woman with obvious malice.

"I knew you were a slut I knew it! You even had a stripper name!" Millie taunted, Yor sunk her head lower.

'That's not a stripper name-' Fiona thought to herself, making eye contact with Twilight, who seemed to be having the same train of thought as her.

"See! I knew you were a little whore!" Camila leaned on her seat "once a bitch, always a bitch, even with a stable job you can't stop opening your legs to anyone who would pay hight enough!"

"Camila!" Dominic tried to diffuse the situation-

"That is quite eno-" Both Loid and Yuri started, to be interrupted by Anya.

"Play it." She said, they looked at her with wide eyes, "mama is not a- a- mama is not a cheater! Play it! She can kick your ass any day!"

"Miss Anya!" Yor squeaked in surprise-

"It's true mama! Play it papa!" just as he was told- Loid pressed play.

"Apologies, my lady This whole floor has been reserved," one of the men says as he sees Yor exit the elevator once it rings signaling it had reached the designated floor.

Yor is now wearing golden roses on each side of her head with an elegant black dress that has straps on the back

"Did anyone call for this chick?" The other man asks, turning around.

"That doesn't seem like a-"

" Who knows?"

"Oh my, with all due respect…" Yor says, bending down out of frame, "I heard that a traitorous scumbag is staying here" worry flashes in the guys' eyes, Yor gets up again. Now a sharp, golden icepick like weapon twirling in her hand as she makes an elegant grab for it.

"What the-" Camila looked over at Yor-

"Don't tell me I-" Loid instead fixated his stare on the screen- Had he really married an- no… no way, what were the chances he married an assassin- no, that he married Ostania's deadliest assassin and adopted the only living child who can read minds? No way…

The next scene is immediately after, the men are thrown with a loud noise, cracking a door, the meeting pauses, panic flashing on the men's faces. "What in the world?!"

"It's an ambush! A lone woman—" one of them tries to explain, yet quickly gets quiet then falls forward to show the same weapon from before now stabbed deeply onto his back.

"Ain't no way…" Yuri mumbled…

"Excuse me" now, a black heel is visible, slowly revealing Yor's outfit to be a dress that has a long back and a short front, boots with leather straps and a red rose pattern for the inside of the dress. "Vice Minister Brennan from the auditing department, I presume? I am terribly sorry if I interrupted anything" The camera is now on her face, she is blushing as she holds one of the ice picks in front of her. "But may I have the honor of taking your life?"

"... At least you're nice about it," The handler snickers.

The lights turn off and soon, the sounds of bloodshed are heard around the room, showing blood spatters on the room near the chandelier.

"Holy shit…" Dominic covered his mouth, eyes shifting from his friends's sister to the screen, the noises heard from the screen were those of death-

"I married a-" Loid was shaking, his eyes quivering as he faced the screen… his sweet, innocent yet strong wife, the woman who was so gentle and kind she took to Anya almost immediately… The same woman who helped him find a better outlook on life and taught him about family along with his daughter…

that same woman-

'Code name: Thorn Princess," The narrator begins once again, " one of the world's deadliest assassins. She was taught the skills of her trade from a young age, and has done any dirty work her employer requested ever since.'

Loid pauses the screen, turning to face his wife-

"You're-" He stood up- He had had assassins behind his head before, it was a Spy's worst nightmare to have a human weapon from the estate behind one's tail and head. For as long as he could remember, he and his comrades often warned each other to stay hidden from Thorn Princess- She had taken out so many comrades as well as some targets as well- she often left nothing behind her wake, "beautiful as a rose… deadly as viper… that's what we call you among us spies…" Yor looked to the side, "was I ever a target?"

"No… not for me…" she sighs, "I never recieved order to kill or even hunt you down…" it seemed like he would need time to think, he has let a killer into his home, the deadliest woman that was heard of in the underworld, a woman with many kills under her belt- the same woman who greeted him with a smile every night… the same who helped cover Anya night after night, the same woman who would often sit and have late night conversations with him-

The woman who was always way too nervous to even return a public display of affection…

"I- I need a few minutes," Loid whispered, grabbing Anya from her place to now stand in one of the corners. Loid closed his eyes and took deep breaths in.

"I-I don't understand-" Yuri also stood up, looking at his sister, "Our parents died when I was maybe a year old… give or take- you were nine back then Yor…" he was suddenly in front of her, his hands over hers. "Were you-"

"The shopkeeper found me trying to steal some milk for you… He said he had a job for me and that he would pay me nicely. So I accepted- then he came again- and again- and again… and when I snapped out of it I was already addicted…" She chuckled, standing up, "I can still smell the blood days after I have washed it off- I know the taste of it- it doesn't even show up under a UV light after a few washes- and I can still feel it over my whole skin!"

"Sister-" Yuri tried to grab her hands again.

"It is not even there anymore! No matter how many times I wash it- I eventually started to think about ways I could make my problems dissapear- the people who killed our parents… that kid who bullied you during first year… I thought about death so often I just- I kept asking for more and more jobs!"

"Sister!"

"And then you have me killing all these people so the citizens can live a peaceful life- and those same citizens treat me like trash!" She covered her face with shaky hands, "I promised myself I would stop after you no longer needed me- and I tried. I really did try- but I just could not- I could no longer see anyone walking by without thinking about killing them… how would they react? What noises would they make? Would they fight?" She sat back down again. "It got so bad I started to play with my old weapons- I begged the Shopkeeper for another mission and he accepted-"

"Sister!" Yuri pulled her hands from her face, "I- I want you to know… I am what I am thanks to you… I was able to grow up because you worked… I don't care if you worked as a prostitute or an assassin- I am just sorry you had to do it due to me…"

"Yuri-"

"For me… you'll always be my sister." After which, she was pulled into his embrace. Yor started crying silently, a huge weight finally lifted from her shoulders.

"This is why our assassins are not trained under thirteen," The Handler says, "It messes a kid's brain up in horrible ways- they will never stop craving blood- it's an addiction worse than any drug."

"Master Yor…" Yuri turns, allowing his sister to see Becky and Damian next to her, Becky had her little handkerchief in her hands as she offered it to the woman, she took it gladly and wiped her eyes. "If it is of any consolation… I want to thank you for.. for making sure we are safe.."

"S-same here…" Damian muttered, giving her the teddy bear she had given him before the first episode. "You are a nice person… assassin or not."

Yor smiled through her tears- no longer seeming in the panic attack she had landed herself in a few minutes before.

"Mama!" Yor looked up again, Anya was now running up to her, having given her enough of a warning to steady herself to catch the little girl, "I think mama is awesome!"

"Papa thinks mama is awesome too," Twilight says as he walks up to her.

"B-but- Loid-sama-" She looked at her husband, he knelt next to her, pulling her into his arms as well. "Loid-"

"I was- I needed time." He explained, "I heard horror stories about you- and yet I somehow ended up with Ostania's deadliest assassin as a wife and a telepath as a daughter…" he chuckled, both girls giggled, "if I am honest though… I think you were pretty nice up there-"

"Did you now?" Yor asks, her cheeks turning a light shade of red.

"Yes… you were deadly…" Loid whispers back, a smirk shown on his face.

"Don't you say-"

"Papa and mama are flirting," Anya says, Bond barks in agreement from his seat.

"No we are not!"

Soft snickering is heard once again, the mostly cheerful and light ambience seemingly present once again, Yuri shakes his head and ruffles his sister's hair for a couple of seconds.

"No way!" Peace obviously was not to be kept for long, Camila had finally recovered from her shock and was now standing up. "I-I have… I have been…"

"You have been poking a bear in the ribs with a stick," Fiona whispers, looking as uninterested as ever.

"B-but I-"

"Yor- we truly never meant to hurt you-"

"Bunch of hypocrites…" Sharon muttered, "I spoke behind your back Yor, I apologize, but you are kind of weird."

"I know…" She chuckled slightly.

"Can we keep watching now?" Becky asked, pulling on Yor's sweater. "I wanna continue seeing you kill people."

"Miss Blackbell!" Mr. Henderson scolded. "That's not elegant!"

After a few more minutes everyone was back on their seats. Loid un paused the episode.

The scene now focuses on Yor, slowly closing up to show her washing her hands- though they're completely clean now. "It's not coming off" Yor whispers, flushed and a little ashamed.

"Is that what you meant before?" Loid whispered to her, she nodded.

"Sometimes I'll be able to smell blood for weeks … I have been smelling blood all morning…" Yor mumbled. Loid grabbed her hands and pulled one up to his nose. "What-"

"I just smell your usual soap…" He smiled gently. She blushed brightly.

She then looks down to herself, "Huh? Oh, no! Not my dress! What shall I do? This is the only nice dress I own! Now can't go to the party"

Yor turns to face the room, cadavers scattered all over the floor. She looks… Sad…

"So, do you have any prospects?"
"Being single at that age is suspicious."
"Bring a date and join in the fun."

As she watches her work, memories of things said to her that day resound. Yor looks incredibly sad once the camera pans close to her, "there's no way… I'll never be a homemaker, cleaning is the only thing I'm good at…" Her voice sounds different than before now, defeated and resigned…

"No! Mama is also good at being a mama!"

"And a wife… Even if you can't cook. You listen to me whenever I have issues." Loid smiled, lifting their joined hands to look at them.

"And a sister…" Yuri pipes in, bouncing Becky on his leg now, since she seemed to have gotten restless inside her seat.

"And a master!" Becky joins in.

"And a person in general…" Damian mutters, "yeah!" "Just like his highness said!" Emile and Ewen chipped in.

All those comments might or might not have brought Yor to tears again.

"I copied all the files of unmarried women from city hall" he declares as he looks at him.

"Great, thanks" Loid answers.

"You need one who won't care if you're divorced with a kid, refined enough for a prestigious school, and is willing to get married within hours?" Franky started listing the conditions Loid had, looking pretty smug, "If a goddess like that exists, I'd sure love to meet her. Meanwhile, I'm not picky at all, yet I can't even get a date" he says that last bit with saltiness.

"How unfortunate," Loid says monotonically.

"... Poor you," Yuri mocks, Becky chuckles.

"Don't pity me!" Franky calls from a back seat.

"Don't pity me, asshole!" Anya, who had been standing to the side, gets spooked by the loud noise and hides behind the couch's arm.

"You scared Anya!" Becky turns and frowns.

"Is having a kid bad? Am I in the way?" Anya asks, peeking from her hiding spot, Loid caresses her head.

"You're not in the way at all" he reassures her, rubbing and patting her head, "Don't worry Just go watch some TV"

"'Kay" she answers, immediately heading to turn the TV on while watching Spy Wars. Loid and Franky stay at the coffee table, Twilight looking through the sheets as Franky speaks with him.

"... I just noticed something. Anya, that's not a dress is it?" Damian asked, pointing at the screen. "It's an oversized shirt."

"I-"

"Anya…"

"... The orphanage refused to dress me up, so I was given some big shirts from other kids. I made them look like dresses." She explained, playing with Chimera in her lap as she did so. "But this episode is about mama!"

"But Anya-"

"No! Mama's episode!"

"Actually, why don't you just use a female agent from your work?" He asks, looking confused.

"A lot of them got caught in the recent spy hunts, so I couldn't find a good match" Loid replies, looking through sheets as the TV plays in the corner. "We don't have enough agents, so I got another mission on top of this. Eliminating a certain smuggling ring" he is looking between many sheets now, frowning and examining the possible matches.

"They're working you to the bone!" Franky says, bothered by the fact Twilight is so overworked, "Let's just get this over with. The quickest options would be women in bad circumstances who'd cooperate with you" he figured, "Finding dirt on them might help, too. If they don't have any, we can always make some up" he suggests, Loid shakes his head.

"That's not elegant…" Mr. Henderson sighed.

"You know, I think we aren't paying enough attention to how dedicated Twilight is as a Spy," Ewen said, "you put a lot of effort into your work sir!"

"Yeah! I mean! It is a given you're a great spy! But maybe we should make you feel more appreciated!" Yor said in agreement. Pausing the video and standing up, as much as Loid tried to refuse, Yor easily picked him up and placed him on her shoulders.

Anya and Damian were snickering from their makeshift bed as Bond barked in excitement.

"Three cheers for Agent Twilight!" Yor called, a blushing, embarrassed Twilight on her shoulders. "One…"

"Two…" Anya called.

"Three!" Becky yelled.

"Hip Hip Hurray! Hip Hip Hurray! Hip Hip Hurray!! You go Twilight!" Though mostly the kids were heard, some adults also cheered as some others clapped and laughed in place of the cheer. Yor was the loudest of them all as she looked up at her embarrassed mess of a husband.

"Papa and mama are the best!" Anya called, Damian laughing from his seat- as elegantly as he could.

"I'd like to avoid anything risky," he says. Franky scoffs.

"Oh, please She's plenty risky" He points at Anya. "She definitely doesn't look like any princess from a rich family." Loid also turns to find Anya jumping up and down along her spy show. Cheering Bondman on.

"Push! Push!"

"You've got a point" Loid sighs. "I need to at least do something about her appearance."

"Finally!" Damian calls, "thought… You'd look nice even in a trash bag…" He figured he might as well say it out loud if she could hear his thoughts."

The scene changes to a clothing shop, the one that makes uniforms for Eden as well.

"Now, young lady, I'm going to take your measurements Come with me" the shop owner says, gently pulling anya along with her, She turns to look at her dad.

"I'm being sold off somewhere!" She says in a panic, Loid walks to lean on the desk.

"You won't be if you behave" he calls, obvious parental teasing in his voice.

"Now that I know where you got that from… It makes it even more sad…" Loid sighed, Yor looked at Anya and smiled softly. She was safe now and it was all that mattered.

"Honestly, where does she learn to talk like that?" he quietly wonders to himself before closing his eyes briefly to then look at the women in the store. 'The seamstress is married. The proprietress was listed among the single women, but she's been arrested once over political activities, so she's too dangerous…' He quickly runs over the available options present in his mind, sighing with resignation. 'Finding the right person might take longer than—' An elegant shot of the rim of a pink coat is shown. Loid's eyes widen and he shifts his gaze to her.

"Pardon me" the woman calls, the shopkeeper immediately greets her.

"Oh, I haven't seen you in a while, Yor."

"Hello I was hoping I could get my dress fixed up. Could I get it done as quickly as possible?" She sounded sweet- nice even.

"But of course You're one of our regulars!"

"Watching you interact with such… Normality with everyone is now… Eerie in a way." Dominic chuckled, Yor acknowledged him with a bit of a small laugh.

"I know… Imagine walking around with knives up your sides." She replies.

"You what?" Millie laughs nervously.

"I walk with a gun on me as well as a knife…" Loid offers, the kids start gushing on about how 'cool' everything was and such- Yor blushed and Loid scratched his neck in embarrassment.

'She managed to slip behind me so easily. Who is she? Yor Yor- There we go!' A shot is shown of Loid's mind as he searches through his mental archive of the women's files, searching for the woman behind him. 'Yor Briar, 27 years old. She has no record of being married or divorced. Both of her parents are deceased, and she has one brother who's much younger than her. They're both civil servants whose records are pretty clean… Did I just let my guard down? I'm far too relaxed lately.' He scolds himself, looking at Yor from the corner of his eyes.

"Once again Sir Father of Anya!" Ewen looks at him, "I could really use your memory!"

"Just practice…" He smiles.

"I am scared for the time you have to steal the social security of someone - have you ever mixed it up?" Yuri asked.

"I once gave the social security of a victim to said victim… Good thing he didn't have time to react…" that last part was muttered.

" Excuse me" she calls, not lifting her gaze from the desk, "You've been staring at me ever since I walked in May I help you?"

"No less from Thorn Princess…" Fiona said.

'Impossible! She could even sense my gaze?' he quickly turns, shocked that someone was able to detect his subtle stare. "I was just admiring how pretty you are"

"Does that mean" She lights up, making a beeline towards him with a wide-eyed, hopeful-looking expression. "You have a favorable impression of my physical appearance?"

"Er, well Yes" He agrees, though a bit confused… Yor starts to remember all the comments from her coworkers:

'You've got a nice face and body, Yor. You'd be a knockout if you just dressed up.'

"It's sad to see such a beautiful woman so insecure…" The Handler whispers. Yor blushed brightly.

"Um—" She starts,

"Papa!" Anya yells, coming in a cute-looking run toward her father. "I now know how long I am!-Who's that?" she suddenly stops to look at Yor, the woman turns embarrassed.

"Another customer." He explains, gesturing towards Yor just as she turns around.

'He has a child! I almost pursued someone's husband.' She panics, covering her mouth with her hand, 'I've heard that women have been killed by wives for such things- I mean, if it happened to me, I'd just kill them first.' Yor's voice sounds a little nervous, though she immediately regrets having as she clutches her hands.

"... Miss Yor! Even if the fake dead wife was alive she would probably want to be with you instead of him!" Emile says.

"... I mean… It's not like the woman would've stood a chance either way," Fiona agrees, 'and I almost was that woman…'

"Huh?"

'No, I mustn't! If I think like this, someone will eventually figure out that I'm an assassin… I must learn to be more normal-' Anya's eyes widen even more, looking between her father and this new woman.

"Damian-"

"Yes?"

"Switch places with me?" Anya asks, though not waiting for an answer, she climbs over him to seat herself on the other side of the makeshift bed, putting as much space as she can between herself and her adoptive parents, Damian blushed brightly while he tries to look everywhere except at her.

"What's with you, Forger?!"

'A-An assassin?!- A spy! An assassin!' she lowers her head, seemingly trembling. 'I'm so excited!' she thinks loudly, eyes shining like starts at the motion of more entertainment.

'The little girl was starving for entertainment.' The narrator explains.

"... Don't tell me-" Loid whispers, irony laced his voice.

' Hmm I was considering her as a candidate to play my wife, but never mind…' Loid thinks…

'I was considering him to act as my boyfriend at the party, but I must avoid these so-called messy lovers' quarrels.' Yor thinks…

Anya immediately panics, thinking of a way for them to get together, then it clicks, Yor was acting retracted because she thought Loid had a wife, she runs a little to catch their attention and immediately embraces herself, moving from side to side in a little self dance. "Ah, I am oh so lonely because I do not have a mama!"

"You little tick!" Loid stands and grabs Anya by the back of her shirt, once again lifting her up to his face. "You set us up?! Because you were bored?"

"It worked out!" Loid couldn't refute that-

"Anya… You have been playing matchmaker but are still oblivious to someone's feelings?" Yor teased looking at poor Damian.

"Huh?" She seemed genuinely confused.

"I can't believe you can read minds yet still be this dense…" Loid laughed ironically, "a four-year-old kid with telepathy is the whole reason my mission is going according to plan!"

As Loid laughed in irony, the Handler wondered if she had, perhaps, worked the poor man to the point of dementia.

"What brought this on?" Loid questions. Anya continues.

"I long for a mama"

"Are you not with your wife?" Yor asks, turning back to him.

"Oh, er" Loid rubs the back of his head, "I actually lost my wife two years ago, so I'm raising her on my own now."

'So I won't be killed for asking him to the party!' Yor is now relieved. "Excuse me-"

"Damn girl… Straight to the point." Millie chuckles. Yuri shoots her a death glare.

"Pretend to be your boyfriend?" Loid questions, Yor nods.

"Yes I fibbed to my younger brother about having a boyfriend… If it's not too much trouble, I was hoping you'd accompany me to this party." She explains, quickly turning to face him with a slightly worried expression. "Um, I promise I don't have any ulterior motives! Of course, I'll thank you properly, too. I just want to put my brother's mind at ease."

"Very well" Loid nods, "I accept."

"Really?!" Even Yor herself seems surprised.

"But I would like something in return…you see" as he says that a family walks by in the screen, a father, a mother and a child being carried, it pans back to them "I'd like you to play the role of her mother during the interview." he explains, Yor seems surprised, it is a slightly weird request- probably even weirder than hers.

"Her mother?"

"With the future being so uncertain right now, my only wish is for my daughter to get into a good school. This was also the wish of my late wife" Loid tightens his fist, looking deeply convinced of his own words.

'Papa is a liar.'

'What a wonderful person.'

"Between everything… I think you two were the best option for a fake couple." Yuri sighed, chuckling in irony as well, "it's like - you two have motives to lie but because you're so busy hiding said lie, you don't see the very obvious plot holes in the other's story."

"It's like trying to teach a blind to play cards." Franky agreed.

'I'll have her accept something simple first,' Loid reasons. "It will only be one time, Would you be up for it?" He offers a typical bribing technique, get her to agree to something small and then something a lot bigger. 'but I'll get her to agree to a formal marriage in the end.'

"Lotty! Stop pretending my sweet sister will fall for your traps!"

"A-All right If you think I'm fit for the role," Even though she agreed to do it, she seemed more nervous about wether she is fit to play the role of a mother than anything else,

"Thank you Then let us reconvene at Saturday's party"

"Yes"

"I find it kind of sad she was more worried about what he thought of her than actually having to lie to a school like Eden." Sharon said, Millie and Camila nodded.

"I got a sitter for you on Saturday, so make sure you behave." They are now at DLID Supermarket, Loid is buying food as Anya happily skips about in front of the car.

"Stock up on them peanuts!" Was all Anya replied as she pointed to the bag of peanuts in the store, Loid audibly sighs and agrees in a resigned "Yeah, yeah.

"Anya, why do you like peanuts so much?" Becky asked, leaning over Yuri's knee.

"Oh, the doctors would give them to me when I did something right." Anya explained, showing one of the peanuts.

No one knew how to react to that.

After they are done shopping, Loid is paying for the groceries, the cashier hands him the change, "Ten pents is your change, ribbit" Loid seems to focus once again, as they are walking out the store he repeats the code, "Thanks, ribbit."

'Ribbit?' Anya turns, looking back at the man with a confused expression as she follows Loid outside the store.

"Honestly… That's weird from an outside perspective." Loid agrees.

'A 'T' no, an 'F' cipher-" Loid stares at the coin, and flips it, now back in their apartment, he pops the coin open using a needle, and looks at the paper inside with a small looking glass, 'Must be the details on the extra mission… Retrieving art pieces that were stolen from the West and eliminating this smuggling ring,' the camera zooms in on the paper, showing numbers that Twilight is immediately able to decode, 'I'm to carry out this mission Saturday at eighteen hundred hours when the target meets with the buyer' as he is reading, his eyes shrink and then widen again, obviously having realized something-

"Saturday?"

"How do you read that?!" Ewen asks, Emile smacks him with his straw, "what's your deal?!"

"He has a magnifying glass! Duh!" Emile answers.

"Oh no-" the Handler looks at Loid, "why didn't you just return the mission? If it was getting I'm the way of operation Strix-"

"I had already worked it out…" Loid sighs, remembering the headache actually making everything happen had been.

"And so" Loid's voice is heard as he looks from over a roof, the scenery is a port followed by storage facilities, probably where the art pieces are being kept. "We're going to take care of this quickly so I can make it to the party. You're helping." He orders, looking at Franky who was not aware of the change in plans.

"That's a beautiful port…" Yor says.

"Hang on a second! I'm just an informant! My fighting skills are literal trash!" he quickly tries to excuse himself, "Not to mention, you already pretty much capped your tab—"

"We're talking art pieces valued at a total of three million dalcs" Twilight explains, pulling a mask over the lower part of his face to avoid recognition, "I'm almost certain no one would notice if one or two happened to go missing."

"Leave it to me" Franky immediately agrees, giving Loid a thumbs up. "I just so happen to have invented some new spy gear just for days like this." The scene pulls away from them and into the port again, Loid's thoughts resonate through the scene.

'He's so useful'

"You know? Now that I think about everything with a different perspective- it does not make sense …" Yor chuckled, "the whole thing is ridiculous."

"Now that you know what will happen?" Her husband teases back.

"Yes exactly." She sticks her tongue at him.

"Mama and papa are-"

"We are not flirting!" They both answer at the same time. Though now Becky boos from her seat, which was Yuri's leg.

"No! You two better have kissed by the end of this! This is really romantic!"

"Loid is awfully late" the port transitions to the train station, Yor is waiting for Loid at their chosen spot, she checks her watch an looks to the side in worry. "I hope he wasn't in some terrible accident"

"You jinxed it." Loid chuckled.

"Hold it!"
"Who're you workin' for?!"

"You didn't tell me there'd be an army of them!" Franky yells after an explosion happens, running with the cart of remaining art pieces through the smoke as he leaves the thugs for Loid to count and handle. He covers himself behind a wall, analyzing the situation.

"Two, four, six … thirty-eight of them" he quickly assesses, running to the middle of them, taking them out as quickly as possible. 'I can't afford to waste even ten seconds on each one!' Just as he is finishing up, more yells are heard in the distance, 'Reinforcements! There's no end to them!' Twilight thinks, Franky calls him from the van as he just finished closing it. "I got 'em all in! Get in!"

"Mr. Twilight you're so cool!" Emile yells, making some fighting poses, "if I was only half as cool! Maybe my parents would pay me attention."

"Yeah! Maybe my mom will finally answer my letters!" Ewen compliments.

"... Come here kids." Dominic sighs, standing from his seat next to Camila to sit between the two boys. "What's up with your parents not paying attention to any of you? From now on- " he ruffles their hair. "I will be paying attention to you two. I may be no spy but I can certainly be fun."

"... Yes sir!" Both laugh in excitement.

"Whoo!" the informant celebrates, fixing his glasses as he checks the jewelry case he has on his lap, full of diamonds, golden jewelry some gems. "Let's see Which one's going to accidentally go missing?"

"I'm helping myself to this one." Loid says after catching sight of a diamond ring.

"Hey, that's a diamond! No fair taking the expensive-looking one!" Franky protests, trying to take it back, Loid holds it out of his reach.

"I'll use it as part of this whole charade." He argues back, Franky is having none of it.

"Shut up! Give that back!" just as he tried to take it again, another car pulls in front of them, Loid tries to evade it as the screen turns to black with gunshots and a crash resounding.

"Are you dead?!" Becky asked Loid, tears in her eyes.

"Becky-" Anya stared at her friend in disbelief.

"No but seriously, how are we not dead Twilight?" Franky questions, shaking from just the memory of the incident.

'I see, So this is what it means to have your heart toyed with,' Yor thinks as she waits in the cold, the time is now 6:40… she is running late to the party. Some snot drops from her nose due to the cold, she wipes it off with her handkerchief, 'I now know I need to focus on my dear brother,' Yor turns and begins to make her way to the party, 'must keep my work relationships favorable for my brother's sake, too. This means that even if I don't want to go… I must attend this party.'

"... sister" Yuri sighs… "I apologize… You still worry about me- and all these years have already passed."

"I'll always worry about you." Yor smiles. "How's the seat Becky?" Yor asked, noticing Becky had seemingly grown closer to Yuri in the span of the episode.

"So cool! Your brother is amazing! He's also amazed by you Master Yor!" The little girl claps, smiling widely as she does so.

"You're late, Yor!" Camila greets as soon as she opens the door, Yor walks inside and presents her with the wine she had brought.

"I do apologize Here's a gift" Yor closes the door behing her, now showing just the muffled voices from her cowerkers as they inquire the absence of the date Yor was supposed to bring.

"Oh? I thought you were coming with your boyfriend." Camila asks.

"Unfortunately, he had something suddenly come up." Yor explains, sounding tired and somewhat over it.

"Oh, what a shame I was so eager to meet him!"

"I swear if you start complaining about Master Yor again-"

"I swear if you start complaining about my dear sister again-"

"What a lame excuse" The scene is now showing the shoes of her coworkes as they badtalk Yor, they snicker and poke fun of her for the lack of a date. "How pathetic"

"I knew she was lying about having a guy."

"Should we report the liar?" Millie asks, now showing Yor in the background as she can very obviously hear them.

"We should!" Camila agrees, "I'm positive she's a spy who's been sent in to lower our country's birth rate." Millie chips in.

"Seriously? That's so petty." Sharon scolds "She's just unpopular with the guys. Just leave her be."

"You're meaner than both of us, Sharon."

"You're so hilarious!"

"Agh!" A sudden yell made them all turn, Loid moving to pause the screen to also turn just in time to witness Becky being caught in the air just in time to avoid jumping on the trio. Yuri seemed to be surprised himself as he did his absolute best to contain an angry and peeved six year old girl.

"Becky!" Anya and Yor called, the girl still struggled, "Becky calm down! They're just-"

"No! You don't get it!" Becky stopped struggling- "it's not about what they're saying… It's about what they made Master Yor think about herself…" The little girl now had tears in her eyes again, "why make someone so kind and gentle your punching bag? Even if she is a killer she is still a way better person than the three of you!"

"Lady Becky-"

"No! I can't! Let me get them! Master Yor never did anything to them!" Yuri sighed, "Master Yor- she plays with me… She didn't even get angry when I said I wanted to marry Mr. Forger-"

"Say what now…" He turned to face Yor.

"She listens to me and she's teaching me self defense! She's amazing and you three could only dream about being so awesome!" Yuri, figuring she was about done, pulled her up for a hug, "it's not fair!"

"You like my sister a lot don't you…" Yuri asked. Becky sniffled and nodded.

"She's… She's the closest thing I have ever felt to a mother." Becky confessed, "mom is always so busy with her company and dad is never home…" Yuri starts to bounce himself a bit, effectively calming Becky down after a while.

Dominic stares at Camila briefly.

"Aw, too bad! I wanted to meet your boyfriend! Yuri's always so worried about you." A man approaches Yor, he seems to be the guy Yuri mentioned asking about Yor's date, she takes a second to recognize him- probably having zoned out.

"D-Dominic" she stands up to greet him. "Um, could you possibly" Yor then places her hands in a pleading position, looking at Dominic with pleading eyes- "just tell my brother than I came to the party with a kind gentleman?"

"Yeah, not happening" Camila immediately interrupts, "Just how desperate are you to impress people, Yor?" she teases, Yor seems taken aback "It just makes you look even more pathetic"

"Lady, you're really annoying." Anya whispers, looking at the screen while fiddling with Damian's hand, "I wish I could punch you."

"Anya! Violence is never the answer!" Yor and Loid scold.

"You two are the ones to talk…" Damian sighs.

"Jeez, knock it off, Camila!" Dominic scolds her as she thinks, 'Stop talking to my man you freak,' in a possessive, jealous streak.

"I'll be sure to let your brother know that you came alone." She pulls on his arm, snickering.

"You know something Camila?" Dominic says, "the kid is right, you're horrible." The man says, Camila's eyes widen, "I don't think I want to be with someone who's that vindictive over some friendly chat."

"Dominic-"

"She's my friend's sister! And even if she wasn't- I've known her for years. She's family to me!" He rubs his face. "We're over."

"Dominic! You can't-"

"I can and I will… "

'What could she possibly gain by doing that? This is honestly becoming tiresome.' Yor wonders, her face getting somber really quickly, 'If all of the adults here just happened to perish, my brother would never find out.' just as quickly as the thought came, she shook her head to make it leave in time for Dominic to pull Camila away.

"Yor!" Loid scolds.

"I was going through withdrawal! It'd been over a week since my last mission and-"

"You're a workaholic… Just like your husband." Franky sighed.

Millie, Sharon and Camila were shaking in their boots from their place, having just now realized how close they were to snapping Yor's patience in half.

"I'm so sorry. Have fun!" he greets her goodbye, "Come on, Camila… Help me bake this gratin."

Yor looks around the room, having sat back down with her eyes open in a longing fashion, she examines the people inside… "And then that guy-" a man is telling a story, "Mommy!" a child calls for her mother, "My oldest here will be taking an entrance exam soon to Eden College!" Sharon explains, to then immediately recieve congratulations and claps, "At the prestigious Eden College?" "Wow, that's wonderful!" "He'll be a shoe-in with the elite"

"Wasn't that the kid who got eliminated due to picking his nose?" Emile, salty over their treatment of Yor, decided to poke fun at Sharon.

"Oh yeah! I remember now! Shoe-in with the elite! For sure!" Ewen chuckled. Damian and Anya laughed from their seats.

Yor hid her face in her hands in embarrassment.

'That must be what 'normal' looks like….' Melancholic music is playing, Yor is obviously longing for that type of life, a semblance of normal in her bloody existence, 'I'm sure that's how my brother wanted me to end up…' she thinks to herself, closing her eyes as she listens in to the rest of the conversation.

"... It's sad really, our only hope is work or die," Fiosa sighs, leaning on her hand, "never been an assassin, not my field… But in all honesty, it seems tough."

" Seriously? She's still here" Camila goes back to smack-talking Yor,

"She's tougher than she looks." Millie agrees,

"I'm honestly surprised she had the nerve to show up alone." Sharon completes.

Becky's pout was even bigger now, Yuri, for as much as he wanted to do something, also knew this was a normal work environment… this was part of the 'normal' he wanted for his sister.

' I get it now… I'm just not cut out for this...' Yor concludes, standing up slowly, "I do beg your pardon" she calls for attention, turning to leave, "I will have to take my leav—" the door slams open, revealing Loid in a slightly beat up state.

"Now I get why you showed up half dead." Yor jokes.

"I'm terribly sorry for arriving late" he greets, balancing a little on his feet, "I'm Yor's husband, Loid Forger!"

"Um" she calls his attention, placing a hand over her mouth towards his ear to whisper, "I just needed a boyfriend, not a husband"

'Shit!, I mixed up my mission with hers…' he seems tried, though he fixes himself up immediately.

"Oh, so that's when you got married." Yuri chuckled, looking at Becky with a smile, the little girl finally returning to the screen with some small sniffles still present.

"Um Mr Forger, was it? You're bleeding!" Dominic exclaims, Yor having already handed him a handkerchief to wipe the blood off.

"Oh, pardon me" he excuses, fixing himself up as much as he can, "One of my patients had a violent episode. It happens all the time to a psychiatrist." He explains himself, cleaning his face. "Have you been enjoying yourself, Yor?"

'You're joking, right?' Camila questions herself, "You're married, Yor?"

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"Um, I-" she begins, Loid steps in.

"It's embarrassing to say so, but this is my second marriage and I already have a child," he laughs nervously, "so it may have been hard to bring up."

"Even if that was the case… Why would she tell you guys?" Fiona asks again.

"Yeah! You have been so mean to mama!" Anya agrees.

' Don't give me that shit! There's absolutely no way Yor has a husband who's that handsome and hot! I'll embarrass her in front of everyone!' Camila panics, going to grab the Gratin from the table, it is scorching hot. "Yor, I just got this piping hot gratin right out of the oven!" She starts to head over, tripping very obviously with intention on her feet. "Oops , I seemed to have tripped!"

The camera follows the Gratin as it's in the air, Camila looks smug just as Yor reacts- she stops it with her leg and moves to hold it with her hand, some accidentally having fallen on Camila's nose. The blonde woman quickly covers her nose and hisses in pain.

"I can't say I'm regretful not that I get to watch it in the replay," Loid says, now aware of the circumstances he would've pushed the tray out of Yor's hands in hopes of burning Camila more.

"I admire your dedication to not wasting food," Loid says as he looks at her, "but it's a bit improper to use your feet, Yor."

"Oh, I'm so sorry" she apologizes, Camila frowns. "That got you?" Dominic wonders out loud.

"This is quite delicious" Loid compliments.

"Indeed" she agrees.

"Did you know, Mr Ranger" Camila begins, Loid tries to correct it, "It's Forger"

"That she was apparently doing some questionable work before working at city hall?" Yor looks at Camila as she starts teasing, "What did you do again?"

"Come on, stop it!" Dominic tries to pull her back, Yor's eyes widen.

"Men would call you to their hotel rooms so you could give them 'massages'?" She keeps taunting, "Oh, you little whore."

"I think we already cleared this up…" Camila whispers, "I … You're not a whore."

'That was… 'Massages' were a cover for occupational murders.' Yor thinks to herself, looking at Loid with

"Um, please don't get the wrong idea, Loid I—" as she begins to try and excuse herself, Loid laughs and smiles.

"How wonderful", he compliments.

"Huh?" Camila exclaims, shocked.

"Yor lost her parents at a very young age" Loid begins to explain, remembering what he had read on Yor's file, "She did all she could to care for her younger brother, even if it meant sacrificing herself, Be it for someone else or for a specific reason, having to endure a merciless job," as he is saying this, a flashback is shown of presumably one of Twilight's old mission, a shootout in a building, a dead man next to Twilight, a comrade fallen in battle as he finished she job for both… "requires an incredible amount of dedication. And that's something to be very proud of." Yor blushes, completely taken back by him having defended her job.

"Losing a comrade is the worst," Yuri says out loud, sharing an understanding look with Loid. "What was his code name?"

"Agent Storm… He had recently discovered he would be a father- his kid is fine. His wife … She hasn't recovered." Loid whispered. Anya leaned to grasp her hand in Loid's. "I can't imagine now…"

"That's why you need to take it easy Twilight…" Franky said, he nodded and played the video again.

"Let's go home, Yor" he expressed, Yor grabbed his hand and moved to follow him. "Er, yes Thank you for the lovely party, everyone."

Outside, the house is in view as Yor and Loid leave in the van, which now has a bullet hole on the passenger side. "I-I'm so sorry I said I was your husband" Loid apologizes as he drives.

"Oh, it's all right," she accepts the apology.

"I'm not sure what to tell your brother if he hears of this." Loid says, looking as if he's thinking of something they can excuse the language with.

"It is funny that even though you discussed telling me- I never actually got told." Yuri says between gritted teeth. Yor and Loid chuckle nervously.

"Um, Loid, I have a suggestion" Yor begins, just as she is about to make her suggestion, Twilight's eyes sharpen as he looks to the side just in time to catch a car, smashing into the side of the van. 'What? Remnants of the smuggling ring?!' He panics, maneuvering the car to the best of his abilities to avoid conflict. "Hang on, Yor!"

"Huh?" She questions.

'How did they know where I was? Did they leave a tracking device in the art pieces? You've definitely let your guard down, Twilight.' As he is running through the possibilities, he looks behind him and notices the art pieces, scolding himself for not having considered the tracking devices.

"That will actually be our fault, Agent Twilight…" The Handler says, "this is the result of exhaustion."

"Who are those people?" Yor asks.

"Um, uh" Thinking of a solution fast, Loid taps his fingers against the steering wheel. "I-It appears some of my patients still haven't recovered from their psychotic episodes."

"Being a doctor must be very taxing." Yor silently says, Loid looks shocked. 'She actually believed it!'

"In the meantime" he exclaims, "We're making a break for it!"

"Yeah! They believe each other because they have to reason their own lies!" Damian looks at Yor and Loid.

"I- I mean yeah…" Yor chuckles nervously.

The scene is now in the port again, some alleys behind it actually, the Van has been abandoned as noted by two of the criminals.

"They've abandoned the van"
"They're probably hiding nearby. Split up and find them" the group of men take their sides, following the fleeting couple.

"Yor, this way Hurry!" Loid calls, after finishing taking out two of the criminals by hitting them in the head, Twilight breaks one of the pipes and takes the metal stick with him, Yor following him closely though looking relatively confused.

"I love how… Unbothered you seem by everything." Millie says in an amazed voice.

"Um Are you sure it's all right for you to hit your patients like that?" She asks, intrigued and worried by his actions and unlike him, she seems to lack nerves.

"Um, well" he quickly thinks for an explanation, "The concussive recovery method is the latest in modern medical practices."

"I see," Yor, once again, quickly accepts his answer.

'I can't tell if she's actually bright or dumb.' He deadpans to himself, quickly distracted by an incoming threat. "Look out, Yor!" He warns before throwing the pipe at the man, making him fall backwards, another one jumps from the stairs above him, Twilight panics as he can't evade that one. 'Another one! I can't dodge it!-" Though, he didn't need to try as Yor sends him flying back with a high kick.

"Don't call my sister dumb!"

"That was such a good kick mama!" Anya cheers, Becky agrees.

"Oh, no!" Yor covers her face, ashamed of herself, in the other side of the screen, Loid's shocked face is now apparently glued to his face, "I'm so sorry an amateur like me helped with the recovery! I happen to be an expert in self-defense" Twilight slowly gets up, "My brother was kind enough to teach me."

"Really? I taught you?" Yuri laughed, "you taught me!"

"Thank you, Yor" he is snickering, she lowers her hands in apparent admiration. "That was quite impressive. Did you see how far he went?"

"I'm sorry I guess I did send him flying" she giggles and jokes with him. Behind them there are running steps, Loid turns and quickly helps Yor run away with him.

"There he is!"
"This way!"
"Do whatever you need to do! Make sure they're dead!"

"Um, Loid This may not be the best moment to ask," Yor begins, running behind him "but why don't we get married?" The question seemed to have taken the man in such a shock that he stopped running and fell to the ground.

"You knocked him off his feet mama," Anya teased, followed by a round of chuckles at Loid's reaction.

"Say yes! Say yes!" Emile and Ewen chanted, Dominic laughing between them.

"That's such a romantic proposal," Becky says with sarcasm, she would've hoped for something more… More impactful… maybe asking her to marry him in the middle of an explosion! With a diamond ring and roses! To honor her name of course.

"I'm sorry?!"

"Er, well, it would extend our agreement" she begins to explain, playing with her hands in a nervous fashion. "I mean Apparently, I'm considered suspicious just for being single, so it'd be nice camouflage" and then she quickly adds to herself 'For me to continue my job as an assassin, too!' The camera is once again panning up her, slowly showing the flushed expression she is holding as she explains their course of action."Um, basically, if it's alright with you, maybe we could just stay together, and not just for the interview, for both our sakes"

The scene is moving to focus both of them, a chorus singing in the background. 'He's probably the only person who could accept me for who I am right now!'

"Then let's stop by city hall on our way back to fill out the paperwork" Loid agrees, Yor is shocked.

"Huh? Right now?!" She squeaks.

"They do say no time like the present"

"I swear… You two got to be the healthiest, most rushed marriage in the history of the two counties." The Handler said, Anya snickered.

"Oh, that's right" Loid begins to look through his pocket- finding a bullet hole in his blazer- 'Where did I drop it?'

"You lost the fucking diamond!?" Franky yelled, Loid ignored him.

"You bastard!"
"We have 'em cornered!"
"Fill 'em full of lead!"

Loid turns, quickly taking refuge behind a box after he picks an untouched grenade from the floor, he starts to recite his vows as he detonates the weapon. "Yor, Even in sickness, or in sadness… No matter what hardships await us, let us be there for one another," he vows, placing the grenade ring on her finger and clasping his hands over hers, she blushes and nods. "All right"

"I take everything back! If I don't get asked to be someone's wife like that I don't want anything!" Becky started to jump up and down, Yuri a bit angry at the screen- it was such a perfect proposal for his sister too.

"Your highness, you have a huge expectation to cover," Ewen teases, "her parents got married in an explosion with a grenade as a ring- you better propose with a life supply of peanuts."

"Or you know… Not propose at all." Loid said with a smile, though with teeth really tight.

"Papa!" Anya giggled, Loid smiled softer though still dying Damian.

"... Wow…" Was all the little girl could say.

"Wow?"

"That was such a perfect proposal! Even better than the diamond would've been!" Anya cheered, starting to bounce in her seat. "Mama and papa! Such a perfect proposal!"

"It was pretty fitting for both of you…" The Handler agreed. Fiona nodded.

"If I don't get proposed like that I don't want it!" Becky yelled.

'Until my mission…' he thinks to himself…

'Until my killing…' she thinks to herself…

'do us part' they think in unison.

"Please make Operation Sticks Eternal…" Anya asked, looking towards the Handler with pleading eyes.

Chapter End Notes

That's all! I hope you all hope you like lt ;3

I have been reading the comments, they mean the world to me. I hope you enjoy this!

About the next chapter- y'all are waiting until September cause work just got hectic as crackers.

Opening: Mixed Nuts

Chapter Summary

Characters watch the first opening, Mixed Nuts

Chapter Notes

HELLO!
LONG TIME
Back to school was hectic, and as someone who works in children's transportation- it was so much work! However, everything has settled out so, all is good. :D

I promised an update in September and unfortunately, Chapter 3 might take some more time so I whipped a quick chapter with the opening, which some of you were asking for! The next chapter should be posted next week.

UPDATE:
OCT 23RD 2022
Hello, so... I know I promised an update but... that week my guinea pig died, she had a rough passing so I felt completely drained and I have not been able to write. I will post it soon, but I am quite behind in my schedule... I apologize guys.

Thanks

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"So, we have seen two episodes," Becky said from her place in Yuri's arms, who was currently getting both of them food for the next episode, she took a chip from his lips and placed it in her mouth before peeking behind him to look at both Emile and Ewen who were similarly clutched to Dominic's legs, "but… does this have an opening or something?"

"An opening?" Yuri questions her, serving her some vegetables as well- even if she does try to push them out of her plate.

"I imagine you're referring to a theme song," Yor asks and the little girl nods quickly.

"Yes! Like in Berlint in Love!" She cheers and Anya finally peeks from her place next to Damian, both kids had been previously given a fruit salad to share and had been busy eating away at it until the rest of the adults finished preparing the food. However, the talk about a theme song peaked both their interests.

"A song?!" Anya looked over at Damian who was looking at her with a raised eyebrow, "Second son! Do you think we have a song?"

"I mean, you guys are already like… a full-fledged TV show…" he scratched the back of his neck and rolled his eyes, "Might as well do a theme son-"

"Mama! Papa!" the little, pink-haired girl called. Both Yor and Loid were currently very busy with getting food for Damian, Anya, and themselves, however, Loid was quick to wince slightly and nod. "Can we watch the theme song?!"

"If there even is one- yes," he yelled back and finally finished gathering the food. He knew Anya practically ate everything he put on her plate and drank anything Yor made, so they had made a balanced meal of some steamed veggies, meat with potatoes, and some salad along with a glass of lemonade (pink for Anya) and some cookies for dessert. Once they were done they sat at the top of the theater stairs and called them both over. The six and four-year-old ran up with Bond following behind them, the kids made a beeline to where the rest were eating in a circle while most adults sat along the wall. They left some of the food they fed Bond near the stairs so he could go and eat whenever he liked. They had to admit it looked kind of gross- being raw meat (hearts, liver pieces and some frozen blood) with milk and some sprinkled vitamins… However, their dog seemed to like it and that was all that mattered.

Around ten minutes later, everyone was done preparing their food and as such, they proceeded to look for the opening song between the list of videos.

"Wait, Mixed Nuts?" Yuri chuckled at the title as it passed, "There's also one called Comedy-"

"Well… let's do Mixed Nuts first," Fiona said. Loid nodded and pressed click.

The song opens to a scene where a car is bursting out of a wall, a series of shots ensue as the car does a sharp u-turn and it is revealed the man driving is Loid. Right afterward, a screen with the three protagonists shows, Yor looking to the side, Anya looking at the camera, and Loid looking opposite of Yor, with colors blue, pink and yellow respectively.

"Mr. Forger is always looking so handsome!" Becky squealed, blushing brightly as Anya winced next to her.

"Squirt!" Damian chuckled, "You're so tiny you're just peeking from below the screen!" the boy said, referring to how Anya was just seen under the eyes while both Yor and Loid were a bust-up show. Anya frowned and playfully hit him with her horns by knocking her head on his shoulders a few times. "Ouch! Cut it off-"

"Sorry, Anya is too short to hit you with her arms," she mocked and stuck her tongue at him.

Afterward, the character's forms update to a silly, paper-looking animation style.

In this world like nuts packed in a bag,

"That looks-"

"It looks good" Sharon chuckled.

Loid and Yor cover Anya with an umbrella as she runs along the screen in a street, after the scene changes to an animation of Chimera flying and Anya running in a striped orange and beige background.

Everyone is snuggling up to someone they meet

Anya is still running, now across the school's entrance, and after in the school, carrying books while flashes of her classmates appear behind her, Damian and Becky in between those. Another scene changes to an animation of a chimera flying and Anya running in a striped pale and strong pink background.

We are mixed in there and smiling

"Wow!" the kids squeal and look at Anya, "Does this mean we will appear?" Ewen asked with a smile, Becky seemed to think for a bit before nodding.

"We have to appear, after all, the show follows the Forgers and it seems to focus on Anya a bit more, so maybe we will appear," she explained and took a reluctant bite from her veggies, wincing at the taste however still allowing herself to chew it and swallow it.

Anya is now running through the market in her normal clothing, passing by Franky and a building where the Handler is peaking from behind.

By pretending we are all nuts like peanut

Anya is now running through a rainbow and some water reflecting from the clouds as she holds an umbrella.

On the template of happiness,


Behind the surface which is literally picturesque


We can't be as we are,


Even when we put our hands together sitting around a table

"Miss Anya looks absolutely adorable!" Yor squeals and Loid chuckled, nodding.

During those lyrics, Anya ran with her umbrella to the bottom of the screen as multiple flashes of the Forgers in their family activities are shown, eventually, Anya peeks over a cake and then slides into a kitchen where both Yor and Loid are waiting for her, she does a twirl and Loid turns the lights off.

Home with full of secrets and patches, you know?

It might have been some normal and pretty images for the rest of the people present, however, for the small family, those fast images were proof that… even if they were Forged to be a family- they were still real. Their love was real and all the small details they did for each other: Anya's studying, Yor learning to cook, and Loid learning to be more empathetic- all those things made them a real family… They did not need blood to be called family. They had strong bonds…

"I like where this is going-" Damian whispered…
"Waku waku!"

As the screen is dark, a pair of eyes appear as they move quickly to the front to show Twilight in his spy clothing, the screen quickly splits and Thorn Princess joins with a pair of piercing red eyes that slowly take over the screen as she runs, jumps and does an elegant backflip in front of a stained window as some red drops flow along with her.

Even though I chew up the real emotions, they still don't disappear


They are still stuck in my teeth

"oh! Now I know why we did not see this before," Loid said with a slight yet amused smile, "It seems the theme song contained some spoilers and as such, we needed to get through all the reveals to see it with no issue," he explained, some of the adults nodded while Anya looked at her uncle with a raised eyebrow, Yuri gulped and looked to the side.

"haha… yes! All the reveals!" Yuri agreed, laughing nervously to then quickly bite onto a potato with intent, Dominic also caught on but was quickly distracted by Emile poking him in the leg to make him look at the screen.

After some 'official' notices, Twilight points a gun to the side of the screen while Thorn Princess throws a kick to the other side, both of their fighting faces split against each other to the show both in their civilian clothes with Anya in the middle as a red stamp of 'SECRET' is placed all over their photos.

My life is so insecure and drifting, and I know

A surveillance room is shown with the words STRIX across all the screens while a masked man turns and shadows those with a cape that also looks like strands of hair, Franky is then teased followed by a line of multiple Yor shots in her daily life.

Every day is so mediocre,

"I swear… Master Yor is so pretty," Becky whispered.

"Mediocre?! Day!?" Ewen looked at them, "Your life is everything except mediocre!"

Just as the song sings that the screen shows flashes of Loid looking out a window while scenes of previous fights flicker in the background, it then also shows Yor sitting at a balcony while looking at Loid in a train station.

but I'm here and so are you


Just by this truth, my stomach feels heavy

The screen then showed the Logo for the show, 'Spy Family' which made most of the kids chuckle. It was a nice little song and they all seemed to like it.

After they were done eating. They attempted playing the ending, 'COMEDY' however, the video attempted to load before a warning appear.

Warning:


T


he following content contains


spoiler for the show's final reveal,


it will be played after


episode 7.

While it left some of them bummed and one of them slightly pale, they quickly moved to the next topic.

"Why is it called 'Mixed Nuts' though?" Yuri looked at Becky as she asked the question, a question which, as most kid interrogatives tended to do, would leave most of the adults speechless and looking for some answers. It would surprisingly be Mr. Henderson who would answer the question.

"You see, Lady Blackbell," He began, "Peanuts aren't actually a true nut; they're a legume, in the same family as peas and lentils. But the proteins in peanuts are similar in structure to those in tree nuts." He stood up and grabbed one of the peanut shells from the table, showing it to her, "They are usually found in groups," to show, he cracked one open and showed the rest of them it contained four, "They are usually two, which is how the family started and can contain up till four, which are the-"

"The total members the Forger Family has!" Emile says, Mr. Henderson nods.

"They are not like the rest of the nuts, however people accept them as such so, why should we question it?" And with that nice analogy, he finished.

Chapter End Notes

Thanks for reading and sorry for the short chapter T-T
Mission 3 is coming soon!

UPDATE:
OCT 23RD 2022
Hello, so... I know I promised an update but... that week my guinea pig died, she had a rough passing so I felt completely drained and I have not been able to write. I will post it soon, but I am quite behind in my schedule... I apologize guys.

Thanks

Mission 3: Prepare for the Interview

Chapter Notes

Hello! I am alive!
I am sorry- I know I am really late, So much has happened and I did not want to rush this chapter.
Thank you all for being so patient!

Here is the chapter!

Update
Jan 18th, 2023

Hey everyone! I hope you all have had a great end of the year and new years!

I shall start next chapter this week. I have been feeling pretty tired and apparently my stomach disagreed either me eating at all for a couple of weeks so I had to be on a liquid diet once I got out of the hospital.

BUT I AM BACK.

Mostly.

It might take a few weeks again but I shall start it this weekend.

Sorry again.

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'Everyone has a side they don't show anyone else.' The narrator began, showing a shot of Loid with a nice, friendly smile , 'To their friends, their significant others, or even their families.' I t now changed to Anya, who was holding a cup of water looking between her parents 'They hide what they're truly feeling through fake smiles or bravado, and keep their true identities secret.' I t now cut to Yor who is looking over at Loid with blushed cheeks and a sweet smile as well , 'That is how the world keeps up the appearance of its temporary peace.' right after, the camera pans a bit, showing they are sitting at a table, bodies at the feet of the two adults.

"It still unerves me greatly," Millie says, "Knowing that there's people that work killing others-"

"It's a necessary bad," The Handler answers, "Most people who reach the point of going through with a terrorist act are too far gone to be helped most of the time."

"But- Would therapy not help?" Becky asked, peeking behind her seat to look at the woman, the Handler gave her a warm smile while reaching to pat her head.

"This is why I miss my daughter, kids have the purest soul there is…" She begins and then shakes her head, "No, therapy is offered to officers who have survives the war, people who fought for what it right. People who plan massacres and terrorists attacks for a simple ideals of being superior are not people worth saving." Becky looks visibly conflicted over this, so she turns to Fiona.

"... Most spies lost their parents in the war, most terrorists have heard demon stories of the opposite side from parents who have never been in a war." Fiona explained, "You will never see a person who knows the pain of war wanting one, however, you will see a person who glorifies the idea of victory asking for it." The explanation made sense, however, Becky was having conflicting thoughts.

"My father- he makes weapons-"

"That is different," Yuri intrudes, catching Becky's attention and flashing her another warm smile, "Your father helps his country defend itself."

"Oh," The Blackbell girl nods, sits down again and clutches Yuri's coat over herself again.

'In an era in which the nations of the world were waging a fierce war of information just out of sight, two countries were at odds with each other. Ostania, in the east, was secretly plotting to start a war.

"What?!" Damian turned to look at Loid, "no! Father would never plot a war!"

"That is the information we were give, it is not necessarily true to each letter," Loid offers, wanting to ease the boy's mind, "It can be a misunderstanding, or it could be true, either way we investigate."
"But- You would not kill… kill my father would you?" This time, Yor asnwered his question.

"Young master Damian," She addressed, "If a hit order was needed, they would not have sent an intelligence agent, they would've sent a weapon, like an assassin." Damian doesn't question it further, but he is visibly conflicted as well.

Westalis, in the west, wanted to put a stop to those plans. In order to keep an eye on the actions of a leading figure in Ostania's government, Westalis set Operation Strix in motion. The one tasked with this operation is the skilled agent, Twilight. The mission given to the master of disguise with a hundred faces was... to start a family.' Right at each sentence, multiple different scenes from previous episodes are shown, serving as a type of throwback in order to remind the audience on what had previously happened so far into the series .

"I like the small recap," Loid tells Yor in a whisper, the woman chuckled and nodded,

After the opening, the series opens up to a blue van driving away after having left Yor in front of the apartment complex Loid and Anya live at. She looks up and notices Loid has walked out and is looking at her. "Is this everything you own?" he asked, eyeing her boxes.

"Yes." she replies, she has a smile on her face and, as he looks to her side again it seems like he can't really help but think: 'It's not very much.'

"Lotty! Stop criticizing my sister" Yuri said from his seat, fist tightened and brow furrowed.

"It is a light packing," Yor defended Loid with a small laugh, "I barely spent time home between missions and work so why would I have had much more?"

Once inside the apartment, Yor is picking up her mattress and pillow out of a box while she blushes slightly and looks over at Loid, "Um, Loid... about the sleeping arrangements…" she began, hoping he would get the indirect.

"We'll be sleeping in separate rooms, of course." He answered, coming in as he carried another of her boxes "We'll share one for appearances anytime we have guests over." Loid then looks at her as if waiting for her answer.

"R-Right." She replies, a deep blush now adorning her whole face.

"I would've been disappointed too," Sharon commented on Yor's expression.

"Welcome to Anya's house!" Anya squeals as she comes running from what is presumed to be the hallway leading to the bedrooms. Yor looks at her with a warm smile.

"Thank you for the lovely welcome, Miss Anya." She responds with a lovely voice.

Becky couldn't help but chuckle, Anya was very different at school than what they were seeing here. So it was nice to see her act like that.

' This house is home to a rather unusual family.' The narrator begins, 'The father, Loid Forger, is a psychiatrist. His true identity: a spy, code name 'Twilight' The mother, Yor Forger, is a civil servant who works at city hall. Her true identity: an assassin. Code name 'Thorn Princess.' The daughter, Anya Forger. Her true identity: an Esper.' As he is explaining, pictures of the Forger family come up, Twilight's is him firing a gun, Thorn Princess' is her with her weapons, and Anya's has her sitting on the ground while looking at the camera with curious eyes.

"I have to ask," Emile raised his hand, Loid paused the screen and turned to look at him. Kind of already knowing what his question was going to be. "How did you get your names? I mean- how did that happen?"

"Yes! I want to know too!" Ewen agreed, "Twilight and Thorn Princess- e-even Esper, like … I thought it was called being a telepath?"

Both Loid and Yor looked at each other with a little bit of shock. No one had asked for their reasoning behind the names… In fact, most of the time they didn't even choose the names themselves. It was a given by what others chose to call them. So answering the question was going to be a little difficult. However… They'd do as best as they could.

"So, you don't exactly choose a name yourself," Loid begins explaining, "People give you one," he then turns to Yor, "Yor was named like that because of her deadliness, there was a rumor going around about a killer, it started around the time I became a spy too, an assassin as beautiful as a rose-"

"And deadly as a snake, people thought giving her such an animal's name would be disrespectful… Twilight came up with Thorn Princess, all roses have thorns- and yet their beauty is never compared, considered the crown among flowers, that's where her name comes from," The handler had finished the phrase "I don't think he intended it to become her name at all," she looked at him.

"No I did not!" he responded with a blush, "I just- look, we were discussing the new assassin and everyone started saying that- so I just thought 'all roses have thorns and she's pretty according to everyone so she must be like a princess I don't know how she got it after that!"

Yor on her side was blushing profusely at all the praise she was receiving left and right, she almost immediately sunk into her seat while Anya and Damian looked at her with curious expressions.

Now Emile turned to look at Loid, "Okay- Miss. Forger was named because of her beauty and deadliness- but what about you Mr. Forger?"

Loid himself thought his name was silly at times, very enchanting sounding and he might and might not have heard the same name on a pony show Anya watched during the afternoons, however, he was also aware that this was not his story to tell since he had not named himself. He turned to look at Yor who was not chuckling into her hand.

"Okay so, his name comes from us assassins actually," she started explaining, "My mentor said that the time of day no one could distinguish faces was twilight, so it was the best time to work…" she chuckled a little more and then looked at Loid, "So when I heard there was this spy no one could kill because no one knew his face, I thought his name was Twilight, so I asked the Shopkeeper if anyone had ever gotten Twilight for a target- he did not understand until I explained and well-"

"Oh no- don't tell me my name came from you," he shook his head slowly.

"Not entirely! I don't know how you heard it all the way to the west!"

"Again that is my fault," The Handler said, "Your Shopkeeper and I sometimes communicate and he mentioned his protege trainee had a name for our best spy- and that's how you were assigned your name."

Loid and Yor looked at each other- then laughed.

"W-we really named each other!" they were laughing while holding onto each other's arms with a different feeling in the air now. It was much lighter and almost calm, like an actual married couple who were remembering the good times. Loid and Yor looked absolutely content, wide smiles and closed eyes with wrinkles of happiness around them that accompanied by the faint blush was making the whole scene look so different.

No one really said anything about it because they looked so at ease with each other- at least that was until-

"Papa and mama are flirting," Anya said.

"No we're-" They both began and then looked at each other again- "... not…"

The air was slightly tense now, so Becky pulled on Anya's horn to catch her attention. The pink-haired girl blinked a couple of times until she turned and tilted her head at her friend.

"Becky?" she asked, "Don't do that again-"

"Why are you an Esper and not a telepath?"
"Oh, I am not exactly an Esper, I am a telepath," Anya explained, "But the doctors named my experiment the Esper Project- they got the idea from paranormal study done before… I wasn't supposed to have just telepathy, I should have had telekinesis and other abilities but they messed up." she pointed to her horns, "These go through my brain and my spine, I was smaller when I got them so I am still growing into them- they never got to connect them to other parts of my body because I was too old by the time I had healed from the surgery."

Loid and Yor looked at her- this had gotten dark quick.

"h-how old wer-"

"Around two," she turned back to her peanuts, everyone in the theater now held a different attitude to the one they had had before Becky asked Anya. Loid silently hit play again.

"I'm so happy to have a mama now!" She exclaims, holding her arms up.

"Mama…" Yor repeats with a blush crossing through her face, her eyes follow Anya's movements as she bends down to pick a box off of the floor.

"I'm gonna help." The child says with a sweet and soft yet excited voice.

"Oh, right. By the way…" Loid says, peeking through the kitchen door, "I had a friend of mine who's a judge make it so we got married a year ago." He explained as the camera now shows the certificate though almost just as quickly a picture of Franky giving a 'thumbs up!' look appears and Loid specifies: 'By that, I mean he forged the certificate.' We can figure out why we lived separately and what to tell your brother later." The camera is now showing Loid standing while also focusing on Yor and Anya, the family is now complete.

"All right." she quickly agrees.

"Not elegant," Mr. Henderson whispered shaking his head.

'It would make the school suspicious if we got married just before the interview.'
'I got permission from the Shopkeeper, so I feel much better'
'So exciting…'

The screen is now showing portraits. different thoughts while they all appear ' Father, mother, daughter… These three created this pretend family to further their own ends, and are living under the same roof as they hide their true identities from each other.' Just as the narrator finishes explaining, the screen shows, 'Mission 3: Prepare for the Interview'

"I wonder how this will play- considering the interview is so close to you three having completed the family," Damian told Anya. Anya smirked.

"Scy-on will be surprised by Anya's family power."

"I'm going to show Mama around!" Anya declares.

"Loid Forger Once we get settled in, we'll practice the interview." He calls back as he starts to carry some items to another room.

"This is the kitchen! Papa is good at cooking!" Anya says happily, Yor nods with "Oh, I see." Then, Anya takes her to a dark room, she turns on the light and, "This is the toilet. And that's the bathtub!" the little girl points out both objects, Yor nodded with an impressed, " Everything's so clean." Anya then walks up to the sink and pulls a small stool from under it, she stands on it and then says " I can wash my face all by myself!" Yor can be sensed to smile and compliments the little girl with: "You're such a big girl, Miss Anya." The next room is, "This is Anya's room! Welcome!" the room has a bed, a carpet, a desk, and some plushies, Yor walks in carefully.

"Thank you for inviting me in." She looks around briefly, " My, what an adorable room."

"I'll introduce you to Mr. Chimera." Anya says excitedly, walking a bit to reach for her plushie, " I am Chimera. It is a pweasure to meet your acquaintance." though she butchered the word 'pleasure' Yor makes no attempt to actually correct her instead does a respectful bow to Mr. Chimera "It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Chimera, I am Miss Anya's mama."

"Your patience with a kid is impeccable," Fiona told her, "I would not have been able to act so interestedly."

"I was not acting," Yor said, "Anya reminds me of Yuri a lot, and I am happy to provide her a mother- her life has not been-"

"Yes, I understand," Fiona agreed, giving a slow, approving nod.

"This is Papa's room!" Anya shows, though does not actually turn on the lights in favor of showing another room. "So this is Loid's room…" Yor whispers with intrigue, following Anya out of the door.

"This is your room, Mama. Come in, Mama." Anya opens the door and walks in, followed by Yor who looks the room up and down a little. It is almost as big as Loid's from the looks of it, the bed is spacious enough and it doesn't make it look as boring as her old apartment with the spacing.

"Why, thank you." Yor says, "So this is my… What a lovely room!"

"I'm glad you like it." He says from the door, "This should be everything. Is the furniture arranged to your liking? I also cleaned a bit." He explains as he kneels down to place the box he was carrying in his arms onto the floor.

"Yes, everything is wonderful!" She replies.

"I helped clean, too!" Anya says, lifting her arms in excitement.

"Really? Thank you so much."

"Am I a good girl?" Anya turns to look at Loid, he seems to be having some flashbacks and it is indeed confirmed when the scene changes to a memory of him moping the floor with Anya helping with the window, she then trips and falls over the bucket.

"All you did was tip over a bucket of water." He tells her matter-of-factly.

"Shock!!" Anya exclaims.

As Yor looked over the scene, she smiled softly and giggle before looking around again, "This is such a lovely room. I don't know what to do with myself." She whispers, Loid finally looks away from Anya (Who still had a shocked expression) and turns to face Yor instead with his own confused expression.

"That was your fault Twilight" The Handler chuckled, "Anya is obviously very clumsy- now we know that that is because of her age, but yet you still allowed her to be near a bucket."

Loid blushed in a certain amount of shame, Yor giggled next to him with some comforting pats on his back- after all, Anya was just trying to help him. What was the hurt in that?

"What do you mean? Please make yourself at home." He then realizes something, "Actually, this is your home now, so make yourself comfortable."

"Thank you." the scene changes to Loid walking out of the room with Anya following him, "I'll come to get your boxes once they're empty," he calls back and starts walking, Anya, on her side, continues to look back as Yor is unpacking stuff very quickly and putting the boxes away just as fast.

"Loid, I've got everything put away," she calls, Loid seems surprised, he turned and peeked his head inside the room.

"Sister, you need to get more things," Yuri chuckled.

"You're quite efficient." he complimented, Yor he then looked at her nightstand and at the lone picture there, "ah, this must be your younger brother," he says, Yor nods. "You said he's also a civil servant?"

"Yes. He seems quite busy lately," she agrees, looking at the picture and then back at Loid, "so I've only spoken to him on the phone."

"It seems you two are quite similar." he says, "I should properly introduce myself once Anya's entrance exam is over." Yor then seems to remember something just as Anya ventures into the room.

"Um, Loid. About that… I don't have anything suitable to wear to this interview…" Yor explains as she looks like she is ashamed, Loid instead does not take offense.

"Then let's go to the tailor today." He compromises.

"Wait- that dress you have is gorgeous though!" Camilla leaned over her chair, "You wore that dress to my party and it looked elegant enough!"

Yor nodded at that, she had thought about that dress as well but-

"I did not feel right," she said, "I would have been overdressed, and yes, Eden is a prestigious school, but not in a 'prestigious ball' sense, instead in a 'prestigious education center'. That dress is more- is more seductive than anything, yes, it is elegant, but not something Eden would consider appropriate." She explained turning around.

"But- You did not look like that at the party," she added confused, "You looked formal."

"Because of the scarf around my chest" She replied, "But even with that the dress is way too strong looking, it has red inside- which is a strong color for a school. Pastel and warm colors go better, along with neutral."

Loid could only nod in agreement. He always thought she was knowledgeable in what could be described as fashion- after all, in the tailor shop she had managed to surprise him with her elegance, and she still continued to amaze him.

'Papa is such a softy,' Anya thought as she looked at him.

" Thank you very much." She nods, as the two of them talk, Anya is seen checking out the room for any possible ways she might be able to help, eventually, she notices a small box labeled 'Bedroom 1' while muttering a soft yet happy, " Helping, helping…" Yor turns pretty panicked.

"M-Miss Anya, I'll take care of that!" she places her hands in front of her in a 'stop!' motion, some pretty anxious thoughts running through her mind: 'I have my work weapons and poison powerful enough to kill an elephant in there!' Anya, being an Esper, obviously understood and looked shocked at her mother.

"I don't think you should be having those in your room-" Yuri said, "At least not in the floor where she can reach them."

"I wasn't even expecting her to look for a box to help!" Yor excused herself, covering her face. "I traumatized you so much Anya-"

"No mama, you and papa are fun to watch," Anya reassured as she pat down Yor's hand. She uncovered her eyes and looked at her with a questioning glance. Anya pat her hand again.

"Can I get you something, Loid?" She asked once they were all in the kitchen, Anya seemed to be pulling out the cups and Yor seemed to be preparing the drinks. Loid pulling something out from the oven answers: "Some coffee, please. Black."

"I want hot cocoa!" Anya exclaims raising her little hands up, Loid looks over and quickly adds: "With sugar and milk."

"That's the stuff!" She agrees.

"Already acting like a dad," Franky joked.

"They look amazing. Are those cookies homemade?" The camera shows a plate of very good-looking cookies, which much have been the cookies Loid was getting out of the oven.

"It's actually my first time making cookies. I just followed a recipe from a cookbook, so they should be decent." He said as he grabbed one "I hope you like them."

"Thank you." She said, taking a bite out of the cookie, "They're wonderful! You really
are an amazing cook!" She praised, Loid blushed slightly.

"It's not that impressive, really." He replied with a chuckle. "I helped with the cookies, too!" Anya exclaimed, Yor smiled at her and sweetly replies: "Oh, I see."

Loid on his side has yet another flashback of Anya 'helping' she is stirring the flour, seems to breathe some in, and proceeds to sneeze right into the bowl, coating herself with flour.

"After you got covered in flour and got in my way," Loid whispers. "you just snacked on some peanuts." Anya once again exclaims 'Shock!' with a shocked expression.

"Again," The handler began, "Why do you let such a young kid help with flour of all things," she chuckled.

"Once we're settled in, let's begin."

"Eden College is one of the most prestigious schools in the country. During the interview, not only will the child be evaluated, but so will the parents. They will be evaluated on their social standing as well as how cultured they are. Understood? Now, let's start the questions." Loid is looking at at them both and seemed to have put on a different look for the interview, he looks much more serious and as he does so, it seems like both Anya and Yor get nervous. " First, please state your name and address."

"Why did you change?!" Franky asked a bit loudly, "You will make them get nervous!"

"Anya Fo...Fo...Horger. Address?" She looks at Loid confused, he looks back at her.

"The place we're at right now." He clarifies. Anya gets excited.

"This is Anya's house!"

"Honestly- she's right" Franky agreed.

"That's not what I meant." He mumbles, " Er, so, Miss Anya... How do you spend your days off?"

"Papa orders me to stay home, so I have to watch TV all alone." She replies honestly, Loid visibly retracts, 'Now, wait a second.'

"Again, she is not wrong" Franky chuckled.

"That makes a terrible impression. Madam?" He turns to look at Yor, she seems slightly startled but nods almost as quickly.

"Yes?" she asks.

"Why did you choose Eden College, and how do you plan to pass this exam?" he adds another question that might come to the interview, however, Yor seemed distracted by a particular word-

"How do people usually pass?" she asks to herself, "Um, pass, passing... Perhaps because of cardiac arrest, or excessive bleeding? Or compound fractures throughout the body? Oh! Maybe their skull was caved in." As she is listing all the possible ways of a person 'passing' (meaning their death)

"Not wrong again," Once again, Franky.

' Kill me now.' he thinks to himself, "Next question. Could you describe your parenting methods?"

"Huh? U-Um... Strike first to be victorious?" she looks like she answered a bit on automatic, Loid sighs.

'I'm amazed her brother turned out to be a decent human being.' he thinks to himself with sarcasm.

"Don't you dare question my sister's method Lotty! She was a great guardian and did her best to provide me for my studies!" Yuri said, Loid looked back.

"I had absolutely no idea back then," he defended himself, "To me, that phrase was associated with physical punishment." Yuri went to respond but held his tongue- yes, Yor could have definitely worded that statement better.

'I've been a spy for over a decade. I've completed countless missions, yet only now do I find myself losing heart. This is pointless. There's no way we'll survive the interview at this rate.' Loid thinks to himself as he stands up and faces the wall, a cloud of doubt coating the room. "Let's give up on getting her into that school," he says while ruffling his hair to un style it.

"I have to tell you failed here, Twilight" The Handler called, "They are not spies, up until that point, Anya had been telling the truth and as much as she can read minds she does not lie to you unless her powers are involved. You should have sat them down, explained the situation, and then done some family activities so they could answer with truthfulness." She looked at Anya, "Anya is an orphan, all she has known with you is a TV as a nanny and you recently changed houses again. Yor just moved in and has known Anya for about an hour, yes she set you two up but she only did that to entertain herself."

"Yes I know-" Loid said but Franky cut him off.

"You are the only one who knows the true importance of the mission, Anya knows you have a mission but she is a child so she does not understand the depth of it, Yor is an assassin bur she does not know about the mission." she explained, "they are not you."

"Yes I learned the lesson later that-"

"NO SPOILERS!" Anya yelled, throwing a peanut at Loid, he turned and raised an eyebrow.

"You already know-"

"Papa will take away the karate delopment!" She warned, Damian frowned slightly and thought for a few seconds.

"Character development?" He tried to correct it.

"Yes! That's what Anya said!"

"Loid! Please remember your late wife's wishes!" Yor says almost in a pleading way.

"Clearly, we weren't ready for this mock interview yet." he says as he rubs his hands massage his face a bit, he then turns and decides on what can be done, "All right, let's go out for a bit." The scene changes to a view of the city now, "Let's broaden our horizons, become versed in what is normal for an upper-class family, and make sure that we're all on the same page." Loud explains as the scene now shows the Forger Family in their first formal outing as a family.

Anya is walking infront of them in a cute little march as she exclaims "We're on an ooting, an ooting, la, la, la, lah!" in a singing fashion. Loid is walking behind her looking slightly bothered as he corrects with a "You mean ＂outing.＂" and then there is Yor who is just happy looking.

"Wanna hold hands, Mama?" Anya offers as she extends her hand towards Yor who blushes and nods as she replies with a happy: " I-If you don't mind-"

'Thank goodness Anya's taken a liking to her. The plan is set. After today, we'll seem like a normal... no. We'll be seen as an upper-crust family.' Loid thinks as he looks at the two together from his place slightly behind of them.

'Oh... This reminds me of when my little brother was still small and adorable. And that one time I hugged him too hard and ended up breaking two of his ribs… I must be careful.' Yor on her side is looking warmly at Anya who is happily walking next to her, though her thoughts start to drift away and Anya can't help but release a shocked expression and let go of Yor's hand to go hide behind some bushes. 'Wait... what? Maybe not…' Loid sighs.

"With that thought, I would have run too," Fiona said.

Yor has small tears in her eyes as she looks at Anya hiding, trying to cover her sadness she turns and asks "B-By the way, where are we headed?"

"Sorry I made mama cry," Anya whispered.

"Oh, please don't worry baby," she soothed. "My thoughts are not exactly safe for work, so I understand that you needed to feel safe. Back then you did not know me that well." Anya, while not that convinced, nods and leans further into Bond's fur.

"I've acquired a variety of tickets through my connections at work." He simply replies holding up two tickets. The scene is now on a theater where a man is singing in opera style in the middle of a stage, "Tradition and status are everything at Eden College. We'll have to experience and get accustomed to the best that life has to offer, and make sure we don't slip up if we let our guard down.' Though he seems to be having a good time, Anya has fallen asleep, and then there's Yor with a confused yet shocked expression with some smoke coming out of her head.

"W-was that smoke?"

"All right, next." The scene changes to a museum, "Anya, no yelling while we're here." he warns the little girl who replies with a simple yet happy "'Kay." They seem to be in the art section of the museum, many painting are hung on the wall and right behind Loid, there's one called: 'The Venus di Urbino' 'We've experienced first-class music, so now for some first-class art… And you know the rest.'

"Papa! I can see her boobies!" Anya exclaimed as she pointed to the painting and then started to walk around "Head's been choppy-chopped! Body's been choppy-chopped!" She starts as she points to different art pieces.

"What did you expect Loid?" Franky laughed, "She's a kid! She will laugh at bodily anatomy words!" Loid simply lowered his head in a silent laugh. Back then he might as well had called himself Loid 'for the mission' Forger, he did not look at all of the outings and activities as a family man, if anything, he looked at it under the eyes of a spy still, his character had yet to become fully merged with him and now that he looked back he almost wanted to cringe at himself…

"Yes, I know that now." He responded with a dry chuckle.

"What did I just say about yelling?" He mumbles, he then decides that Anya is Anya and turns to look for Yor, once he spots her she is admiring a painting, "Yor?" he calls, she does not react, once the camera focuses on here it is shown that she is deeply flushed while looking at the painting on the guillotine "Y-Yor…?"

"... Why does it look like you were loving that picture a little too much- sister mine?" Yuri asked with a tic in his eye as he looked at the scene.

"Oh c-come on Yuri! It's art!" She turned, "it's a - a nice painting!" Though they could argue they were there to admire art, and that that guillotine painting was to be considered art... They all knew she wasn't looking at the painting because of that reason.

The scene changes a little and they're now in the kid area of the museum, there is a tree in the middle with drawing boards around, Anya seems excited and quickly exclaims: " I wanna do that!" While trotting to the tree.

"Drawing? Sure." he grants her permission while he turns to Yor and gestures to the seats, "Yor, why don't we sit down for a bit?"

"All right." she quickly agrees.

On Anya's side, she is having an absolute blast, "Anya's house is a big castle. The boss of the secret organization is Director Chimera. Papa is a spy! Pew, pew! Mama is an assassin! Stabby, stabby, sploosh!" she excitedly draws on the board, seemingly detailing her life in an excited yet artistical way.

"We should probably get going." Loid says as he stands from one of the benches he and Yor were sitting on, Yor seemingly drinking from a cup, "Yes." she agrees while she stands up as well. They approach Anya to also take her home.

"Let the woman drink her coffee Loid," Dominic joked, Emile and Ewen chuckling along.

"All done!" The little girl looks proudly at her work and the panics once she hears the dreaded: "Anya, we're going to our next stop." from her father, she visibly gets worries and looks at her drawing with dread-

' If Papa and Mama see this, they'll find out about my powers!' she thinks, though futile, she attempts to cover the piece up with her arms. " Wow, that's quite a masterpiece!" Loid praises and looks at the board a little, "There seems to be a pig in a forest" he begins, Anya is quick to correct:

"That's Mr. Chimera, and he lives in a castle!"

"I see. I definitely see Bondman there, though. I'm right, aren't I?" Anya decides to go along and nods with a 'yep', Loid continues, "It's that spy cartoon you were watching last week. So this witch-looking one must be the princess… That part seems rather graphic." He points out, referring to Yor's part of the drawing. "Oh, but that cat is cute."

"That's a doggy!" Anya corrects again, "I see. Then I apologize." After she is able to grasp that she is not in danger at all, she relaxes and wipes the sweat off of her forehead. Loid smiles as does Yor and continues.

Damian and- almost everyone else in the room noticed something, Anya was actually pretty good at drawing. She was no protege and while her drawings would probably not be called any more than scribbles by some, for a four-year-old she was above average.

"Mr. Forger," Mr. Henderson called, "have you considered putting her in art classes?"

"I had- she likes drawing a lot but I felt like she already had too much on her plate," Loid explained, though now that he had a new perspective, he figured that some art classes might be good for her. After all, she did seem to enjoy it a lot, and getting better at something she liked would not hurt her.

"We're going to the tailor next."

"Sorry to have you do this on your day off." Yor apologizes as she looks over to where Anya is being fitted, "It's quite all right. This is something we need to do." Loid comforts as he is also looking over to where Anya was twirling around in her new clothes for the Tailor lady.

"My going-out clothes are so cute!" The little girl exclaimed, twirling around as she showed them off, "They fit perfectly! This shop is great! I love it!"

"Why, thank you." The older lady says, smiling softly at the little girl.

"This is my first ooting in my going-out clothes!" Anya explains and the shop lady listens attentively, the woman then replies: "Then it must be a day of celebration."

"A day to celebrate this ooting!"

Damian, who had been looking at the screen, had to turn away and seemed to blush slightly… Anya was being way too cute.

"In that case, we can stop by a photography studio next." The man caves in, Anya seems excited and goes to sit on the couch while it's Yor's turn to try the clothes on.

"Yor, dear. Right this way." She calls, Yor replies with a swift "Coming."

As Yor is approaching, an older lady seems to come out with a couple different fabric colors, she pulls a blue one and lays it on the table for Yor to look at. "If you're looking for a semi-formal dress, I think this color would do nicely. What do you think?" She offers, Yor touches the fabric in an almost lingering fashion but proceeds to shake her head.

"I'd honestly prefer a black or red dress." She finally says.

"I think this would look nice on you, Yor." The lady muses, "Then how about this?" As she moved to grab another fabric from the older woman, Loid turns to Yor with an almost surprised expression.

'Judging from her lack of luggage, I thought she had no interest in clothes.' He thinks to himself before actually speaking to her. "I see you're particular about matching colors."

"No... I wouldn't say that." She defends herself, 'this color's lovely, but I'm worried that blood splatters would be too noticeable.' Anya, who has been sitting behind her, listened to her reasoning and has a shocked expression on her face. She seemed to be wearing that face a lot during this episode.

"That is partially the reason spies wear black too," Loid added, "Easier to hide in and to hide stuff on," Both seemed to laugh over the bonded topic of conversation.

As they are leaving the store, the shot focuses in on the store clerk and the older lady, "Looks like Yor finally found someone nice." The older lady says while looking at her daughter.

"Hopefully they last." The woman says with a sigh "having a child already is an instant no for me, though." After that, she goes back into the store.

"I am not going to rest until I find who-" Yuri started, Fiona turned to look at him.

"Who what?" she asked.

"Asked her." he sighed, "She already has wrinkles and is has had issues with the law, yes age is not an issue in some cases but she can't go asking for these things when she herself is not in her 'prime' or able to maintain a clean record." He rolled his eyes.

"Is a man with a child bad?" Becky asked, Fiona looked at her curiously.

"No, but some women don't like the idea of raising another woman's child." she explained, "Which they are entitled to their opinion as well," she then placed her hand on her chin to try and appear like she was thinking, "an opinion is an opinion… she's not bad for not wanting a man with a child, she is in the wrong for having an entitled attitude on it."

Becky nodded and turned back to the screen.

Back with the Forgers, Loid turns to Yor as Anya walks next to them with her little march, "Looks like the outfits will be ready by the interview, too."

"I'm so sorry to have you get so many." She excuses herself with a seemingly ashamed blush crossing her face.

"Well, you look nice in colors besides red and black. We'll be going out more often, too." He excuses his choice of spending money with that, something which visibly uplifts Yor. Anya on her side caught the last part about going out more and simply exclaimed 'Ootings! Ootings!'

"You're a regular at that shop, aren't you?" He asked her as they walked down the road, she turns, effectively loosing her blush to nod at him, "I'm sure we'll continue to shop there, so next time, we should tell them we're married." he suggests.

"Oh, right." she agrees.

"They will be jealous." Becky says excitedly.

As they walk they reach a political reunion, a public appeal done by one of the parties, both Loid and Yor stand to see what is going on. While the place is quiet as teh spokes person yells: "We, the Nationalist Party, believe that there is a road to peace with the West." the air could be percieved as dense.

'Patriotism is also important within Eden.' Loid thinks, however- While Anya can read his thoughts- she can also read the minds of everyone else around her:
'You moron!' and 'Kill all the bastards in the West!' were some of them, the next thought is Loid's again, 'I'll need to make sure she's knowledgeable of politics and history, as well.' That is his last thought before all the others slam in.
'Piss off, traitor!'
'Gimme money, gimme money, gimme money…
'Those bastards killed my family!
'Get lost with the pleasantries!
'First I lost my job, then my home!
Anya visibly begins to get dizzy, she leans into Loid legs and clutched onto the fabric of his pants. He looks down and asks in a concerned tone: "What's the matter?" both him and Yor kneel down to check her over.

"I don't like places like this…" she whispers, Loid lifts her up and almos immediately another thought rams into her head… 'Kill all the shitheads in the West!' "Sorry. Maybe this was a little scary for you." Loid apologizes, unaware that what made her feel so sick was not the speech.

"Anya…?" Loid turned to look at her worriedly, "Does this always happen?"

Anya did not want to answer at first, yes, it had been happening for as long as she could remember. People's thoughts intensities varied depending on the emotions they were experiencing at the moment, so, in crowds like those, she was bombarded with feelings at the same time as the emotions of everyone else. It became overbearing because of that specific factors.

"No, most of the time Anya does not feel like that," she looked at the other side of the room. Damian almost wanted to scream, because not it all made even more sense, why Anya was so set apart from everyone else. Because he had refused to become her friend, the class had taken it as an 'okay' to bully her for her status and when she defended herself she gave them an excuse to think she was a danger to them-

All those emotions made it all the more obvious why she had trouble academically. She literally never had peace or quiet inside of her own head. He was unable to beat himself up any further because Loid spoke up.

"So here-"

"People were angry," was all she said. Loid figured he was not going to get more information out of her so he simply pressed play on the episode.

Yor simply looked at Anya, no one noticed the way she was gripping the seat.

"Let's go rest somewhere." Yor suggests.
'The East did nothing wrong!'
'Go back to your Western masters!'
'Damn it!'
'You pig!'
'You stupid baldy!'
'Your feet smell, too!'

Once they were away from the crowd, the mood of the little girl improved vastly until none of the previous sicknesses remained. "Papa, I'm hungry." Anya said suddenly, this caused Loid to look at her in shock, "Huh?" he asked, "Are you all right or not?"

'Oh, I get it,' he thought to himself, 'You feel the intensity of the emotions as well as the thoughts that come with them,' Anya, who had been looking at the screen, simply nodded at him, yes, he had figured it out.

However, it seemed like his resolve did not last long, because the next scene was of the Forger family inside the restaurant, specifically of Anya's plate as she picked the nuts from the plate, " No, Anya. Don't just pick the nuts off the top, and no eating with your hands." He scolded, turning to look at the other person at the table only to find Yor mesmerized over a table knife, "And Yor, uh... Hmm…

"As I mentioned before, training assassins at the age you were trained did that to you." The Handler said, Yor didn't do much other than blush slightly.

"It wasn't that bad- not usually! I was just really distracted that day!" Yor excused herself quickly. Though somewhat endearing... It still was worrying.

This whole outing seemed to have overwhelmed Loid, the responsibility of his mission is already showing, 'I've been a spy for over a decade. I've completed countless missions, yet once again I find myself losing heart.' Since Anya can read his mind, she quickly comforts him while holding her utensils "S'all good, Papa."

'What is?' he asks himself, 'Yeah, I definitely picked the wrong child.' Anya is seen to tense as he says that, 'No, this is all because I was expected to rely on others. I shouldn't have put the key to success in the hands of others, let alone civilians. Predicting every possible situation, preparing for it, and acting from a carefully laid-out plan. Those are the ironclad rules of being a spy. Which means that I need to list every possible question the interviewer can ask, then have these two memorize the perfect answers to go with them.' all this time, Loid has had his hand over the bridge of his nose as he tries to think of possible solutions for their current issues. "If all else fails, make sure I can back them up—" instead of focusing just on Loid, the camera now shows Yor as well.

"Um…" She begins, "Why don't we go get some fresh air?"

"Loid," The handler spoke, "You don't have to rush a mission, I know the pressure is on- but it is not good to rush things." She advised, he nodded with a smile.

He had lost many moments, he now knew it, teaching Anya how to use the correct utensils, and having a nice conversation with Yor as they ate- all because Twilight had a mission and Loid Forger was a character. He was changing that- but it was indeed a pity to watch.

The next shot begins with a pan of the city, slowly focusing back on the Forgers as they overlook the city from a park, Anya is sitting on the railing of the park, "The people look like bits of trash from up here." she says, Both Loid and Yor seem surprised.

"Where did you get that from?" Loid asked.

"My cartoons." she explains.

"Ah…" Loid sighs. "I had no idea there was a park like this on the outskirts of town." He says, looking at her which seems to make her blush.

"I don't come here that often either," She begins to explain, "but I wander over here when I'm exhausted from work. Thinking about how the work I do helps everyone in this city out encourages me to work harder." as she is talking, a slow pan of the street is shown, people talking and going on about their day to day life, "Oh, this place must be awfully boring! I'm terribly sorry!" Yor notices she rambled on and decides to apologize.

"Is that the park over the station Yor?" Sharon asked, Yor nodded. "I didn't remember that park existed."

"My mentor brought me there when I got too emotional over a mission, she would have me people watch and then told me we did what we did for them," she closed her eyes and smiled, "Children did not need to know the pain of war… and they do not need to turn to the options I had to turn," she opened her eyes and then looked back at the group of her coworkers. "Sometimes I would go there before a mission and it gave me the courage I needed to get it done… afterwards I came back and I ofter saw the same people, I would think: 'they can be happy and calm because of what I just did,' and then I'd go back home to Yuri," there was something about the way Yor described that park that added a new level of melancholy to it…

"So that's-"

"It's my safe place."

"I like this place better than crowded places!" She says, something that makes Yor happy, "Oh, that's wonderful!" the woman replies.

Loid though, as the conversation has been going on, is looking down into the city as well, it seems like Yor's words made an impact on him. There's people walking and kids laughing, all is calm… until it is not. There was a man who was doing a funny walk behind an elderly woman, the lady is pushing a cart and as she is walking the man runs ahead of her- snatching the purse and taking off. A purse snatcher.

"Thief! Someone help!" the old lady yelled as she laid on the floor, watching the thief get away. Everyone watched and no one moved to stop the man, it seemed like bystander syndrome had kicked in… everyone though someone else would do something. And that seemed to be the case with Loid as well.

"Why is no one helping!?" Becky yelled, "There's so many people! Literally, anyone could've tripped the muggler!"

'That old lady should've been more careful.' he thinks to himself as he observes, just to widen his eyes when his wife jumps over the border and gracefully goes over to where the thief was, "You won't get away with this! Hold it right there!"

"Go Master Yor!" Becky yells a little louder, her little hands in fists as she clenched them in her excitement. Yor sank in her seat a bit. So embarrassing.

- she calls as she rushes over, she goes into some alleys and seems to have completely lost track of the burglar. "Oh, damn it. I lost track of him." She curses. Yor then returns to where the old lady is and starts to check her over. "Are you all right, ma'am? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine. Just a few scratches." The woman says with a smile, Yor looks confused.

"I promise I'll catch him for you! And I'll take you to the hospital later!" she yells as she begins to look for the man again, the old lady can barely mutter a "Why, thank you!"

'I left Loid and Anya behind.' Yor thinks as she makes her way back to the ledge so she can have a better view of the street with all the people walking among them.

"You have even sharper instincts than Mr. Forger ma'am," Ewen whispered with an amazed tone in his voice. "You just jumped right on!"

"She's always been like that," Yuri chuckled, "She chased a man who tried to grab me once, she took a while but she did eventually came back," and he was not about to think about what could have possibly have happened to him.

While all of that is going on, Loid is running along the edge as he carries Anya, 'He blended in with the crowd.' he mutters, coming to a halt, 'I'm very sorry, Yor, but you probably won't be able to find him now.' When he says this, Anya looks bellow and focuses all her energy into the people bellow, almost immediately more thoughts start to come in:

'Man, I'm starving.'
'So expensive…'
'Aw, this is so cute.'
'Crap, I'm gonna piss my pants.'
'My feet hurt.'
'That shopworker is so cool.'
'I wonder if there's a million dalc lying around somewhere.'

"Me too," Franky agreed.

' Oh, I forgot to pay my rent.'
'Man, he's late.'
'Honestly, this child…'
'What am I going to do? I failed my test again.'
'That bastard. I'm gonna murder him.'
'Maybe I'll say hi…'

She doesn't measure her reach once again and is sooner rather than later fainted in the wake of her powers. Her nose actually starts to bleed this time and as soon as it does she slumps over against Lloyd's shoulder, "Hey, this again?" he asks as he gets his handkerchief out to wipe her nose with it. Right after he does it, Anya manages to catch one voice-

"wait- you got a nosebleed!" Damian looked at her, Anya opened her mouth to explain but he simply looked back at the screen, "Don't do that again! Nosebleeds are very dangerous dummy!"

"Anya only gets those when she tries too hard on large groups of people from too far away! I have never done that unless I have had too! She quickly excused herself, Damian did not look convinced at all but in the end, she did manage to calm him down.

So this time, Loid looked at Anya again, she had once more tried to help him and actually managed to succeed if he remembered correctly.

'Man, that old crone was loaded.'

"Papa!" Anya yells, already pointing over to the shops-

"Whoa, what?" He asked surprised, since she had been sick just moments ago.

"I wanna eat cake!" She says, pointing over to the cake shop.

Loid follows her finger though he seems to be shocked as well- "What?!" he exclaims, "We just left the restaurant…" He then stops himself, following a man in a suit and a hat. "He's…" he whispered, 'He changed his clothes, but it's not so easy to change the way you walk. Don't think you'll get away from me.' His eyes sharpened, his instincts activating…

"Oh-" Yor seemingly blushed at the sight, slightly fanning herself with her hand at the sight of Loid… "Oh my-"

"Loid!" Yor called as she approached, Anya turned, "Mama's here." The little girl said.

"Yor, look after Anya for me." The man says, putting Anya down with his hat on top of her head. He then runs over to a bridge, stays on the edge for a bit- "I'll be able to have plenty of fun for a while with this much. First, I'm gonna treat myself to the finest meal and—" and then pounces. The thief is pushed onto the ground as Loid lands on his back, swiftly taking the purse from his possession.

"A filthy swine like you deserves nothing more than the foulest meal." Loid says, standing up and fixing his suit.

"Language!" Mr. Henderson said.

"What a badass line!" Ewen agreed.

"Language Mr. Egeburg!"

" What's going on?
"A guy just dropped from the sky.
'A spy must not bring attention to himself.' Loid ironically thought, many people had gathered around due to the commotion.

"You don't say…" The handler chuckled.

"Did he fall?

"This fellow is a purse snatcher," Loid said, turning to leave, "so please call the police and hand him over." As soon as he says that, he takes off with the purse.

"A purse snatcher?

"He said as he escaped like he was the purse snatcher." Franky joked.

After a transition from the plaza to the hospital, the scene shows the older lady unharmed and thanking the Forger family, "Thank you for escorting me all the way here. I had money to get my grandchild a gift in my purse. Thank you so much. You were a big help." This whole time she has been shaking Yor's hand. Yor chuckles nervously and turns to point at Loid.

"I want a granny who can buy me gifts and love me," Anya looked at both Loid and Yor, both chuckled nervously and shook their heads, they did not think they would be adding a grandma into the family- they would have already found someone by this point.

"Oh, actually…" She begins, "The one who got it back was my, um, husband."

"No, if you weren't there, Yor, I wouldn't have even gone after him." he humbles himself, though the lady does not seem to care and takes Loid hand into hers. Shaking it the same way she was doing to Loid.

"Thank you so much. What a fine gentleman you are." The lady compliments.

"Er, again…" he begins, though a thought flashes through his mind:

'Hero who casts no shadow, the great deeds you and your fellow agents do shall never see the light of day.'

The figure who says it is sitting infront of a room with many surveillance cameras, Loid's life as a spy includes danger with no merit- this was the first time someone was genuinely thanking him.

"Thank you." The lady continues to say.

'I guess... receiving thanks every once in a while wouldn't hurt.' he thinks to himself.

'Papa is a softie.' Anya thinks as she look between him and her mother.

"... that is so unfair," Becky whispered, Fiona and Yuri both looked at her, "You two work harder than anyone, and yet no one had ever thanked you Mr. Forger?" She tilted her head, Loid shook his head, no.

"No, for the security of what we do we can't get public recognition." She did not like the explanation, nonetheless, she sat back down and angrily hid her face in Yuri's arm, he chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his head.

"she's got a temper," Fiona said.

"You tell me," Yuri agreed.

"Thank you, Yor." He says, "Today was a nice change of pace. Now I'll be able to work hard again." He admits, Yor smiles softly as she looks at him with a blush.

"You two are definitely flirting," The Handler joked, Anya chuckled because-

Anya stares for a bit until…

"Papa and Mama are flirting."

"We are not!"
"We are not!"

"You so are!" Almost everyone in the theater repeats back, causing the pair to blush profusely as they try to look everywhere except eachother. it was incredible how blind some people could be when it came to love, especially funny coming from people with as sharp instincts as these two.

"Like come on! I have seen romance novels with less chemistry!" Millie said as she slammed her fist on the back of a seat, "You two are practically undre-"

"Millie!" Sharon hushed, "there's children here!"

"It's true though!"

"I have to agree," Camilla said, looking at Dominic out of the corner of her eye, "Very few real couples have that chemistry, you two seem like lovebirds half of the time when you forget to act." Yor looked at them- she then looked back.

"Maybe we were… flirting a little…" she agrees, Loid bluffs.

"A little?" he raises an eyebrow.

"okay- maybe a lot," she chuckled again, Loid sighed and decided to not pay the matter any mind. However, when the noise died down he moved to grab her hand and hid them under the blanket over their legs.

"Does Anya get a thank you, too?" She asks innocently as she looks at them, Loid thinks it over a couple of seconds, but then he gives in in a joking manner.

"Well... I guess we did find the thief because you were hungry again." Loid says with a chuckle. "Good girl." All this time, the older lady is looking at them with a warm smile. "My, what a lovely family you are. Here's some candy for you, dear." The older lady says, she then gets some more candy from her bag and hands it to Anya.

"Candy!" The little girl says happily.

"Make sure you say, 'Thank you.'"

"Manners are important," Mr. Henderson said, "Truly elegant indeed."

As the scene changes, a streetlight is shown to have turned on, the Forger family is walking back home. "The ooting is over!" Anya said as she saw the apartment building come view. Loid was carrying her. The day was already coming to an end and the sun had long set.

"What a long day." He said with a sigh, Yor watched them from behind, a warm smile crossing her features as she does.

"Mama!" Anya calls as she peeks over Loid's shoulder."I want some hot cocoa, please!" Se asks, Yor smiles again.

"As you wish." She agrees.

"I have to admit- I felt like an outsider here for a small second, Anya called me mama and- I felt included again," Yor told Loid with a whisper.

"Really?" he asked with a whisper, she nodded.

They had not noticed, but a few were staring at them with warm smiles. Already married and in love yet they were just yet realizing it.

They go into the building and the camera pans onto their balcony, the light turns on, and we are then shown the inside of the apartment, Anya is looking at Yor as she prepares the drinks.

"Hey, more importantly, we need to retry this mock interview." He calls for Anya. "So, Miss Anya, how do you spend your days off?" Anya has now sat down and is looking intently at Loid.

"We go to the opera, and the museum, and eat at restaurants." She replies with a serious expression on her face.

"Yes! Exactly!" Loid says excitedly, "If you're asked this question, make sure you talk about today!" He looks back at the paper and asks the next one, "Okay, next question. You've seen your friend do something naughty. What will you do?"

"See? All you three needed were some quality family time," Franky said, "with- vigilante justice included because of course it would be," he rolled his eyes.

Loid had to agree again, during those first few days of pretending to be a family it took him a while to even get into the true feeling of what a family felt like. After all, he had spent many years alone at this point and he didn't trust others so easily - of course, he just had to end up with the weirdest family of all time, so far the only normal one in the family was Bond because of course he was! Why would a dog be hiding a secret?

He hated to admit that he actually needed some time off himself from being a spy full-time and having somewhere to set his roots to realize that he wasn't alone in the world and that he had people he could rely on.

This one seems to make Anya think a little more than the other one, "I'd jump on top of them, beat them up, and make them eat the foulest meal!" This catches Loid by surprise and he rubs his face, sits on the couch, and places the paper over his face…

"Hmm... Pretend you never saw that, okay?" he pleads, 'Yup, this is hopeless. I'm done.'

"Oh come on Twilight! She is a kid!" Franky called.

"I know that now Franky! Thank you!" It was such a sarcastic response that almost everyone in the rooms had to hold their laughs in because - it was very funny to see such a stoic-faced person get annoyed by someone.

"Papa, you were so cool!" Anya exclaims as she walks up to him with her hands in front of her.

"Yes, he was." Yor agrees.

"Ka-bam!" She yells as she walks around, "It's the foulest meal for you!" As she is walking and imitating him, Loid raises his head and blushes kind of violently.

"Hot cocoa is the best," Anya says with a pleased expression on her face, Loid is watching Yor and Anya interact, and his mind flashes back to the phrase the lady had said her goodbyes to them:

'My, what a lovely family you are.'

'I guess if she saw us that way…' he thinks as he reaches for a cup, 'About one percent of my preparations are complete.' the last shot is of all the plates, green, pink, and red, colors that represent each of the Forger's family members.

"That was such a pretty episode!" Becky said, now standing on her seat, something that caused both, Yuri and Fiona, to reach for her.

"It was fun- I wonder what the next one is?" Damian looked at Anya.

All the Forgers laughed nervously.

Chapter End Notes

Next Chapter!

Mission 4: The Prestigious School's Interview

Update
Jan 18th, 2023

Hey everyone! I hope you all have had a great end of the year and new years!

I shall start next chapter this week. I have been feeling pretty tired and apparently my stomach disagreed either me eating at all for a couple of weeks so I had to be on a liquid diet once I got out of the hospital.

BUT I AM BACK.

Mostly.

It might take a few weeks again but I shall start it this weekend.

Sorry again.

Update April 9th, 2023

Hello Everyone... Yes, I'm alive.

I apologize for the delay. I haven't been the healthiest as of lately. Remember I couldn't stomach solids? Yeah that's still the case. I'm in and out of hospital and unfortunately- I lost my job because of that. Good news is that I also lost weight-

Currently I can eat soups again. I uh- I'm tired of chicken soup... But it is what it is.

Good news is I have a new job too! One that's remote and It is only part time. So I was finally able to finish transcripti- transcribing? Uh- I finished writing out the episode now I'm just doing the reactions

I know you all are patiently waiting. But please don't go and comment on other stories about this one.

Btw. Comments are limited to only registered users because of that stupid ass AI comments things. I will return the settings to normal once I publish the reaction.

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