Alias [Yuri Briar x Reader]

Mission 7: the interview

The day finally arrived.

Phase two: The family interview.

Due to nerves, you could hardly sleep the previous night. You could only hope that as you got ready that your appearance didn't appear too tired and the dark circles underneath your eyes weren't too noticeable.

"I can do this," you tell yourself. "Our mission will not fail."

You meet Loid, Yor, and Anya in the living room. Everyone does one last check to make sure everything is in order and ready. You nervously smooth out the fabric of your dress. The tailor had made you a slightly more mature piece with three-fourth's ruffled sleeves that had a bow around the neck. The high-wasted black skirt flared out and draped nicely around your knees.

"Belongings check?"

"All in order," Yor confirms.

"Appearance check?"

"All in order," you say.

"Final vocabulary check?"

"All in order! We'll do our bestest!" Anya exclaims, standing stiffy.

Swallowing down your nerves, the Forger family leaves for Eden.

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There are many families already present when your family finally arrives. Everyone is dressed to perfection, in fancy dresses and suits that may cost more than your entire artillery. There is a sense of uneasiness amongst the tense atmosphere. Parents chatter amongst themselves, giving last words of encouragement to their children.

"It's huge," Yor gasps once you walk through the entryway.

"It is the most prestigious school after all," Loid says.

You place a gentle hand on Anya's shoulder, noticing that her stiff posture hadn't changed since you left the house. "Will you be alright with the crowds?"

"All in order," she assures.

"Then, let's go."

As soon as you officially step on to the campus, you feel yourself freeze. Clearly, your brother noticed it too. Amongst the hundreds of eyes from the various competitors, a strong gaze specifically felt focused on you.

With all the people, you couldn't specifically pinpoint where it came from. But, you knew for a fact, you were being watched.

You scan your surroundings. The buildings. The towers. The overpass. Though subtly hidden, you could still see the various test administrators with notebooks and pens. Watching all the aspirants below. Watching every movement and watching every mistake.

"The test has already begun," you tell your family.

"Focus," your brother says. "The examiners are watching us. Stay calm and act just like we practiced."

Holding your head up and keeping your shoulder's back, you walk with a false sense of confidence while cautiously scanning your environment. It was almost laughable in a sense. Now, you were the prey being watched instead of the other way around. All that was missing was the sense of danger and someone with a gun.

As you all walked deeper into the school, you feel an even more intense stare.

Being a sniper, that was one of the skills you've sorta developed. You've in a sense been able to distinguish various gazes. The kind from the malicious. The gentle from the harsh. It's how you manage to pick out your enemies from the rest. So whomever was looking at you now, was someone very important. No regular administrator would have such a piercing look.