His name is Twilight. The man. The myth. The legend. The most elite and skilled spy agent employed by Westalis Intelligence Services. Tasked with the most difficult and important mission in his spy career. "Operation Strix." A mission labeled as the key to ending the long-running Cold War between Westalis and Ostania. With Donovan Desmond as the head of the opposing nation's unity party. This Desmond figure threatens to undermine the peace talks between the two nations of Westalis and Ostania. Twilight is tasked with investigating this threatening character through Operation Strix.
In the months following the initial commencement of Operation Strix, Twilight has donned the role and disguise of Loid Forger, father of one Anya Forger and the husband of one Yor Briar. All under a forged bond. Each for their own personal reasons and benefits. Twilight or really Loid, has made contact with Donovan Desmond once so far on his journey carrying out Operation Strix. While also carrying out other tasks within the operation to keep the peace sustained wherever and however he could.
Tonight was a prime example of such tasks. So much so, that Loid once again is making his late return home completely exhausted. But tonight something felt different to him.
"Home…why does such a phrase suddenly feel so nostalgic and familiar? Why does it make me feel…comforted?" Loid pondered as he took hold of the apartment door handle and into the space he knew whom three others occupied.
He found his answer as he made his way through the door and took the view of those three. Those three as they rushed him. Those three as they rushed him with big smiles and happy expressions.
As Anya rushed into his left leg hugging it tight after having shouted "Papa!" On her way to him. Bond at her side as usual also with a happy expression and a wagging tail.
Then came Yor not far behind. In her usual home apparel just like Anya, except for her hair which was currently let loose. It wasn't often she did. But Loid had to admit it suited her well.
As Yor approached Loid she wore also wore a happy expression. However, years of experience told Loid there was something more behind those ruby-red eyes.
Was it relief? Loid asked himself in thought.
The rest of the thought however melted away along with the rest of him when Yor gave her greeting.
"Welcome home Loid-San." She couldn't have said it any softer or sweeter. Her greeting combined with her sincere and warm smile, allowed Loid to finally understand why he'd been feeling a particular way tonight.
Just as the realization came so did a heaviness inside of his head. Followed by lightheadedness, and the slow decline of balance and stability in his body.
Twilight knew this feeling. The feeling of being on the verge of passing out. The feeling of relaxing. Similar to when Anya had passed her entrance exam.
"I allowed myself to relax again?!" Loid angrily questioned himself. But this was no time to be using up unnecessary energy. He knew he had to catch himself and quickly. Therefore he attempted to reach for the wall at his right. However to no avail, instead his hand had slipped downward off the wall and so followed his body.
Loid had expected to fall headfirst onto a hardwood floor. Not into whatever softness he had just fallen into. Followed by a firm hold on his back which held him up despite lacking sufficient consciousness to do so on his own.
The darkness had practically consumed his vision. All that was available was his feint hearing. Which captured a synchronized yelp of "Loid-San!, Papa!" The rest was lost in black.
Meanwhile, the one who had quickly taken action to catch the fatigued man, Yor, was entering a state of panic.
"Loid-San! Loid-San!" With no answer from the man, Yor took further action and lifted her husband and carried him bridal style to their bedroom. There she placed Loid onto the bed facing up.
Not a second after she zoomed in and out of the bedroom a total of 3 times, and within each of those times she returned with supplies to Loid's aid. Which included damp towels and blankets.
Little Anya could only stand bewildered by the sheer speed at which her mother was moving. After said mother had stopped moving in and out of the room at light speed, Anya finally made her way into the room she usually wouldn't be allowed into. Her parent's bedroom. There she watched as Yor remained ever worried and frantic. Even after Yor had placed damp towels under Loid's neck and on his forehead, as well as a few blankets on him. Yor's experience with taking care of her younger brother was proving useful.
Anya's mother, however, continued to watch intensely at her father for any sign of movement. Then finally after running out of patience said mother sat on the bed to the left of Loid and lowered her head onto his chest to listen to his heartbeat as it would seem.
Anya watched as she could visibly see the relief and calm expression that replaced her mother's previous worried expression. As well as the noticeable relaxation in her shoulders.
Yor had fully laid herself on the bed next to Loid with her head still on his chest. Still listening to her husband's heartbeat.
Such a compromising position would not have been called for by her or Loid probably. But tonight Yor had been feeling strange, different to begin with. Right now, however, everything felt almost right to her. She couldn't quite pinpoint it but, as she listened to the slow breathing and heartbeat of the man who brought much color into her life she felt a sense of bliss. She couldn't help giving a small smile at that.
"Color?" Yor pondered. "Well… I have been much happier since I met Loid. Camille did say I seemed different. And I sincerely meant it when I told Loid I was happy I married him. I guess my life did take on color. Hmm, thank you Loid-San. But please be okay." After those thoughts were filtered through, Yor felt sleepy and with the warmth emanating from Loid, it wouldn't be long until she would share in the soft snores now coming from Loid as well.
"Mama?" Said a small voice from across the room. Causing Yor to look over in Anya's direction through heavy eyelids. Yor, now feeling somewhat bad for forgetting about Anya what with all the chaos that had ensued only moments ago. Instead of apologizing this time, however, she gave a request.
"Anya-San, come, lay with us. Everything is okay now." Said Anya's mother in a sleepy whisper of a voice.
Anya after giving it some thought, made her way onto the bed and used her father as a pillow following her mother's example.
Not long after, even Bond the wise, big, and fluffy white-haired dog of the Forger family took his resting place at the foot of the bed.
There lay the Forged Forger family all in one bed sound asleep. Peacefully drifting the night away. Together. As a family. A forged family. But an ever-real family.