When a Lynx Meets a Leopard [Ash Lynx x fem reader]

~Chapter 6: Bar Fight~

Song: Hayloft
By: Mother Mother

(Y/n)'s POV

Apparently I slept all day as Ash violently shook me awake at 5pm on the dot. "That was pretty rude." I groaned, sitting up and groaning from pain. "Yeah yeah, whatever. C'mon we're going."
"Going where?" Ash didn't reply, just tossed me a hand gun. It was an identical one to his and fully loaded. "Nice, a classic." I hummed, twisting the revolver over in my hand and inspecting it. "Hey, do you have my knife?"
"Yeah, but that wont protect you in a gun fight."
"Fair, but can I still have it?" Ash sighed and walked over to a draw in the room we were in. He opened it, pulled my knife from the wooden draw and threw it at me. Why the hell he thought it would be a good idea to throw an unsheathed blade at someone, I don't know, but I was able to catch it by the handle. "That wasn't a great idea. Anyways, lead the way." 

After about 10 minutes of walking around New York, we ended up at the same bar as the other night. This time though, there were a lot more people gathered inside. Almost immediately, a young boy with black curly hair and dark skin ran to Ash's side. "Ash!" He said quite loudly, attracting the attention of many others in the bar. Ash simply chuckled and ruffled his curly hair. "Oh! I recognise you." The boy muttered, glancing at me with some suspicion. I sighed and met eyes with the child. "Yeah, I bet you do. Anyways, I'm (Y/n)." I introduced myself, squatting down to his height. "Skip!" He smiled, offering his hand to me. I took it before standing back up to see Ash had vanished.

"Hey, (Y/n), can I buy you a drink?" Skip grinned, leading me towards a bar and sitting me down. "I guess... what do you recommend?" I sighed, resting my head in my hand. "I'll have two rum cokes please." He hummed to the bartender. Rum and coke? Isn't this kid like... 13? Oh well, who am I to judge. "Rum and coke, huh? That's an interesting choice."
"Huh? Its my favourite." Y'know, I should be surprised but I'm not. This kid could be taking shots of straight vodka for all I'd care. 

"Oh sorry, i'll be back. Ash's Japanese visitors are here."
"Mhm." I sighed, finishing the drink in one go and spinning around in my seat. A young looking person, maybe about 14? 15? Came into the bar with an older man of about 34. Skip lead them straight towards Ash, who was at some pool tables. I watched the exchange from afar. The boy seemed nervous, only glancing up and shifting his weight subtly from one foot to another. They soon settled down to do whatever they came to do, not that it concerned me.

A couple of guys approached me, asking me things like, 'Who are you?' or 'How do you know Ash?'. I simply brushed off their questions. It was starting to get boring. All I had done for the past half an hour, was drink random drinks I saw other people order. I also spent my time paying very close attention to the room. Although, that might just be a habit from the whole assassin thing. It was this close attention that allowed me to notice Ash jump to his feet. Instinctively, I did the same, pushing myself out of the bar stool and grasp the cool handle of my knife.

Seconds later, masses of men burst through the doors. The entire place quickly became a free for all, people were flying and being knocked out left right and centre. The first man who thought it was a good idea to attack me was quite literally thrown over the bar, smashing into a shelf of bottles containing different alcoholic beverages. To be honest, knocking some one out with a bar stool is quite fun. I did that to multiple people before noticing that Skip and the Japanese boy were walking straight into a trap. 

Ash yelled, "Skip, get back here. Its a trap!" To which I responded with, "No shit sherlock." And following after them, Ash hot on my heels. "Skip! SKIPPER!?" He yelled, watching as Skip and the Japanese boy get pushed into a car. "ASH!" Skip cried back to him as he was forcefully shoved into the vehicle. 

"Fuck." Ash mutter, pulling the revolver from his waistband as the car pulled away. He aimed directly at someone in the back, breathed in deep and pulled the trigger. The bullet went straight through the window, and his targets head. I blinked at him, suddenly slightly more nervous about this man. 

A motorbike revved loudly as it approached. A tall boy got off, removing his helmet to reveal his purple side swept mohawk. "Shorter, I need to borrow this." Ash claimed, taking the helmet from Shorter's hands and mounting the bike. Without thinking I got on the back and wrapped my arms around Ash's waist. "What are you-"
"Don't ask, just go." Ash shot me a quizzical look but knew he couldn't waste anymore time, and sped out of the alley as fast as the bike would go. I buried my face in the back of his neck to protect my face, placing my trust in a boy who I only met yesterday. Oh well, he seemed skilled and intelligent enough not to crash. He had the same gentle aftershave scent, mixed with sweat and the bitter smell of beer. Again, not an unpleasant smell and slightly comforting. If we hadn't have been on a motorbike traveling down a highway at ridiculous speeds, I may have fallen asleep. I glanced up briefly at Ash. Through the tinted visor, I could make out his look of unwavering determination. Stopping him now would be hard... perhaps even impossible. I mustn't get in the way. I have no doubt that if I did, Ash wouldn't hesitate to shoot the revolver he has perfected using. 

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Have a great day/night,
~Author❤