Flashes of Shadow (Male reader X Akeno)

Where do we begin?

Y/n watched as his family died, he heard the gunshots and watched them fall. The crooks taking the jewelry off them, he had run behind a trashcan and hid, but as he leaned out he tripped and stumbled into the open alleyway. "Well well well, what do we have here? Empty out your pocket boy, or you'll end up like this lot." one of the crooks said holding out a .44 Caliber pistol, Y/n froze, he wanted to cry, he wanted to scream. The crooks started walking towards him. He turned and ran, the crook fired, the bullet grazed him.. he stumbled.. he crawled backward as the crooks approached, they stopped... afraid of something behind the young man. The boy crawled back, holding his leg and groaning. Three loud bangs split the silence of the night and the men fell forward. A single man approached. "Hello there! What's your name?" The man asked,in desperation and fear y/n reached out and grabbed the gun of the fallen crook, he pointed it at the man, who to his surprise. Began to laugh. "You're a fighter! I like you kid, where are your parents?" the man asked, y/n knew he should be wary (STRANGER DANGER) but he didn't care, he pointed to the alleyway and the man moved over and looked, his face grew grim and he pulled out a phone. "Hello Gorton, its Jack, we need some men over at 331 S 123 W Famine st." The man said into the phone. "Yes, please have medical as well, a small boy survived and is hurt, he is careful though, wouldn't let me get close to him... you think I could recruit him?" The man... who's name your 8-year-old mind thought had to be Jack asked. He looked to you and then spoke. "Dirty blonde hair sea green eyes, looks about 7 years old." Jack said. "Mister!" You called. Jack turned to you surprised. "He speaks, what is it son?" Jack asked. "Im 8 years old! My name Is Y/n L/n." You said standing up, you walked over and handed the gun to Jack, it was too large for you anyway. "How's your leg?" Jack asked looking to your leg, you showed him the small bleeding wound. "Huh? you might get your first battle scar!" Jack said laughing.

Soon after the police arrived and took care of the bodies, they looked to you holding Jacks hand and to your wound. A female approached and crouched down. "Hey, buddy! you want a band-aid for that?" She asked, you shook your head. "I'm gonna be strong! Like Jack!" you said pointing to Jack, the woman stood and looked Jack in the eyes. "Finally found an apprentice?" She asked Jack nodded. "I believe so, his spirit impressed me, for someone so young to hold a pistol that killed their parents isnt an easy thing, he grabbed it without hesitation." Jack said, the woman bent down and pulled a small red lollipop out of her pocket. "Here you go bud! Enjoy that!" She said, you took it greedily, unwrapped it and placed it in your mouth. Jack knelt down in front of you. "Y/n, you can go with her or you can come with me, which do you want to do?" Jack asked you looked between them, deciding, then, you smiled and squeezed Jacks hand. Jacked smiled and ruffled your hair, then stood up and led you away. "I'll see you soon y/n!" The woman called, you looked back as you rounded a corner and left.

Its funny... isnt it... how ten years can fly by like that? So quickly... and yet so painfully slow. Ten years since Mom and Dad died... I can hardly believe it.

I breathed slowly as I steadied my crosshairs on my target. "Verification, red headed male, mid thirties, black suit, purple  tie?" 

"Thats him... how many are with him?" Jack radioed back. 

"Four... five... one in the kitchen behind a fridge door, three sitting on the couch... one, im unsure of what he's doing... it looks like he's... oh... he's smoking a bong... enjoy that last hit moron..." I smirked, I turned my sights back to my target. 

"On your mark..." 

"Ill meet you by the vic... good luck." I smirked 

"Three... two... Firing." I pulled the trigger, and watched as the poor bastard fell back onto his white carpet, staining it with his own blood. A man entered the room, and four shots rang out, the fifith wasnt lucky, Jack turned and kicked the fridge door, snapping his neck, I saw the corpse fall to the ground and heard a fifth shot ring out.