꒰ .ೃ ࿐ ꒱ assassin
l/n y/n, age 16
The four siblings sat in a circle on the cold tiled floor. Y/N shifted around, trying to get comfortable. It had been hours since she first entered the room, and she assumed the nurses were starting to get concerned. One even knocked on the door a few minutes ago to check up on her. Luckily, it was locked.
"An... assassin?" Y/N murmured, trying to make sense of the information her siblings had just given her, "That... would explain everything. Did any of you see who it was?" Nira and Ashley shook their heads while Daisuke hesitated.
"I... saw a flash of black... but that's all. They had black hair, the same colour as Nira's." The brunette uttered, reaching over to hold up a lock of the said female's raven hair.
"Black. Not very helpful since it's common. But, the suspect would've had to know the hospital like the back of their hand. A few wires were unplugged, so it's clear they knew how to use the machines as well. Therefore, it's likely that they worked in the hospital. They wouldn't have gotten in so easy if they didn't." Y/N said, thinking out loud, "And, to drug Nira, they would've needed to know the compounds fairly well. They didn't want people to find any remains of the drugs used. That supports the theory that they work in the hospital." Nira, Ashley, and Jay exchanged glances, mildly surprised by how quickly Y/N had gathered up evidence.
"You don't think..." Ashley trailed off, nervously biting her lip.
"No," Nira shook her head, "It couldn't be... right?"
"The attacker also would've had to be close to us. Yuji wouldn't do it, nor would Tetta. Jay doesn't have black hair. Therefore, all indication points to..." Y/N gulped, her voice beginning to shake, "Hiro."
"He wouldn't!" Daisuke exclaimed, "He adopted us... why would he adopt us if he was planning to kill us all along?!"
"I'm not saying it is him," Ashley mumbled, "But Y/N does share similar features with him if you look closely. Plus, dad- I mean Hiro, faintly mentioned that he had another wife before Yuji."
"I believe that woman... was Y/N's mother." Nira piped up, "I found a picture of them together while I was cleaning the storage room. I didn't mean to peek but the photo just fell. The resemblance was too much to be considered a coincidence but I shrugged it off."
"So that means..." Daisuke whispered, eyebrows furrowed.
"Hiro is Y/N's biological dad." Ashley finished. All three teenagers peered at Y/N, awaiting her reaction. She had her elbows resting on her knees, hands clasped together, as she racked her brain for another answer, a much simpler one to understand.
"We can't be sure, though." Daisuke added, "Right now, he is only our prime suspect. We should investigate more before we conclude the case."
Ashley placed a hand on Y/N's shoulder, softly smiling.
"Don't worry. We'll get to the bottom of this. Just focus on your life, and we'll focus on the data." The blonde told her. Y/N nodded.
"I... need to find Kei... I'll see you guys later." She slowly stood up, still in a gaze. She was trying to piece everything together, and she already had so many questions. Why did Hiro give her up? Why did he adopt her after? Just what is his big scheme?
"Hey, Y/N," Daisuke called out, "Take my baseball bat with you. Just for protection, k?" He beamed, nodding over at his bat that sat in the corner of the room. Y/N blinked, surprised to see that it was still intact after all these years.
"Okay." She muttered. She grabbed the metal bat, sparing one last glance at her siblings, before exiting the room. She avoided all eye contact as she hurried through the hospital, keeping her head low. A sigh of relief slipped past her lips as she walked out of the building.
The atmosphere seemed to drop complete and she shivered. Her foot suddenly stepped in something cold, causing her to flinch. Y/N slowly looked down, eyes widening.
"... Snow." She murmured, "It's... snowing..." She smiled gently. The chill nipped at her red nose as she gazed around, eyes sparkling slightly. It had been so long since she last saw snow. She was starting to forget about it.
With a slight skip in her step, Y/N began to make her way towards her favourite park. The bright green blades of grass were already starting to frost over, and chunks of ice floated around in the small stream. It was a beautiful sight, nevertheless.
Walking towards a secluded area surrounded by trees, she began to make a small pile of snow with her bare hands. She ignored how they stung as her skin came in contact with the cold.
"I hope you find peace, Daisuke," She uttered as she grabbed the baseball bat, stabbing it into the pile of white, "Rest well." She bowed as a sign of respect before spinning around, silently walking away.
The snow crunched beneath her feet as she turned around a corner, unexpectedly bumping into a blonde-haired female.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Y/N apologized. She tried to brush past the girl but, before she could, a hand grabbed her arm.
"Y/N... is it really you?"The H/C-haired teenager mentally groaned. She didn't want to face Emma but, with Yokai and Toman now being teamed up, it was only a matter of time before they saw each other again. Plastering a fake and awkward smile on her face, Y/N turned around.
"Um... yes..." She trailed off, not knowing what to say next.
"... Y/N! It is you!" Emma wrapped her arms around the H/C-nette's neck, hugging her tightly. "You have no idea how worried I was! Mikey wouldn't even let me near you because he said you were still recovering!"
"Ah..." Y/N fidgeted with her fingers. "You're... not mad at me?" Emma stepped back, pouting.
"Why would I be mad at you?" She cutely tilted her head to the side, "Draken told me the whole story. Kisaki and Hanma blackmailed you into doing something you didn't want to. You were trying to protect Toman and that Hanma guy. Sometimes, we do the wrong things for the right reasons. It's just part of being human. And, besides, I would've forgiven you regardless." The young blonde pressed a chaste kiss to Y/N's cold cheek. Her lips curved upwards. "So, I hear you're running a gang now. Tell me about it." Emma linked arms with Y/N as she began walking. The latter had no choice but to follow.
"Oh... Well, it's called Yokai. We only have a few members currently, so that's why we've teamed up with Toman. I'm the president, as you can tell, and my vice-president is a girl called Aiya. You might've already met her." Y/N murmured. Emma nodded, signalling for her to continue. "Miko leads our attack division. They deal with the traitors and specialize in brute force. Therefore, the members there need to be good fighters. Haruka runs the elite guard. They act as bodyguards, protecting both the members of Yokai and innocent people who need our help. They also maintain order. Miku and Nino run our advisor division. They help make all the plans and give us advice. So far, that's all. Not as many divisions as Toman, but we'll get there one day." Emma's eyes brightened as she stared at Y/N in complete awe.
"Wow! Yokai sounds awesome!" She exclaimed, jumping around, "Do you guys have uniforms yet? I could design them then Mitsuya could stitch it all together! Wah, I've always wanted to design clothes, especially for you! You're the perfect model!" Y/N slightly blushed, which was strange considering Hanma was the only one who could fluster her. Even then, it rarely happened.
"I... am?" She muttered, "I didn't know that..."
"You are! Your features are so pretty that they provoke the ire of everybody!" Said Emma, grinning brightly. Y/N arched an eyebrow.
"Ire?" She inquired.
"It's like a synonym for anger," Emma mumbled.
"I know what it means. I'm just questioning your word choice. I would've expected you to use something much... simpler." Y/N peered at Emma through her thick lashes.
"Anyway, have you thought about my offer? I already have so many ideas on how your uniform could look. Of course, pants would be the best option. You can fight in a skirt, but the others might not feel comfortable. I recommend that the shirt sleeves aren't long or, if they are, the fabric should at least be breathable. Fighting makes you hot and sweaty. Perhaps some cargo pants with a cute crop top. That'll look good. Oh, and we can add a jacket!"Emma giggled, already getting ahead of herself. Slowly, Y/N stepped away from the blonde.
"Emma..." She still felt guilty. What she did was wrong, and she had only realized that after her betrayal. She thought Toman would be protected by when she left them behind. She was wrong, though; she knew that now. "I think we should stop... talking to each other again..." Classic Y/N, pushing away the people she cared about so that she could secure their safety.
"Y/N... look at me." Emma startlingly grabbed her face, cupping her cheeks, "I've forgiven you, remember? Therefore, you're never ever getting rid of me. Wherever you go, I won't be far to follow." The blonde's eyes flickered to Y/N's lips. "By the way, Y/N... do you like girls?"
"O-Oh." The H/C-nette's voice cracked slightly, "Um... yes." She was confused by Emma's question because, frankly, it didn't have any relation to their former topic.
"... Can I kiss you? I know I'm not Hanma... but all I need is one chance..."
A/N : TR SPOILERS !!
literally crying and throwing up over the fact that Emma's dream was to become a bride. I'm done, I'm so done. Anyway, 69 chaps posted, whoo !! <3 (in total. that means including the specials and cast and all that)