to feel is to love, on all accounts ⊹ ‧₊˚
┊ 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵, solider 001 gets adopted by a spy to create a fake family for the sake of world peace. in this, she begins to learn how to feel and love once again.
☆彡 spy x family x...
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━ chap 2. become a father (2)! ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
LOID WALKS UP THE STEPS of his apartment complex with a sigh, hearing the taxi he rode drive away.
"those girls better not have trashed the place." he mumbles, walking inside as he puts a hand in his pocket.
when he reaches his apartment door, he sighs in annoyance. "right. i've got to move the barricade."
but before he can do so, he notices the marks on the floor. he narrows his arctic blue eyes in suspicion.
SOMEONE MOVED THE BARRICADE.
⨳ 𓏲˖ 💭 ˖ ࣪ 🥜 ָ࣪ 𓏲⋆.
AFTER MOVING THE barricade himself, loid pops up his collars and lowers his hat. doing as much to cover his face.
he opens the door wide open, stepping inside. the room was dark and quiet.
'so i was right...'
suddenly, a guy behind the door come around and swings a metal pipe at the man. loid quickly ducks and hits the man's face with a palm strike, effectively knocking him out.
then another man, from behind the couch begins to shoot at the spy. using the grocery bag, he blocks the bullets being shot at him.
then running around the kitchen table, loid throws a tin at the man's face. causing him to drop his gun. grabbing a wooden chair, the blonde man hits the thug with it. putting him out of commission.
throwing the chair to the side, loid looks around at the two guys he just beat. "who the hell are these guys?"
his blue eyes then catch something on the floor, in the corner of the room.
SPLATTERS OF BLOOD.
seeing it, the spy begins to panic as he starts to go through the rooms. looking for two specific girls.
"ANYA!? [Y/N]?!"
he opens the door to his room, finding it trashed and he sees the pink haired girl's favorite stuffed animal on the floor.
'both of them have been kidnapped?' he thinks, furrowing his eyebrows. 'then, the blood on the floor must of be [y/n]'s, meaning she put up a fight.'
he glances back to the unconscious man that was on the floor. 'but why?'
