Spy X Family Short Fan Stories

The Second Reveal (Telepath X Family)

Disclaimer: I suck at writing and this is way too dramatic for a comedy anime. I might edit it later. Enjoy as much as humanly possible. (:

Notice: In my AU, Anya is more intelligent. She is still a child, so she still has the EQ of a child, and her literal IQ is that of an unintelligent child (such as equations and literature) but she is extremely smart as in picking up what she's taught, solving problems and thinking deep, mature thoughts. Also, as she gets older, in my AU, her power evolves. In the beginning, she can only hear thoughts, but soon she'll be able to send her own thoughts out (talking through minds), and then she'll be able to influence one's decisions, etc.

 

Anya felt like throwing up.

The entire half of the country was about to be blown up. Including her mama, papa, Bond, her school, Becky, Damien, her teachers and friends, everyone and everything. Even her.

And she had gotten to the launch site of the bomb too. It was a very small, one-room apartment downtown, on the third floor of a really run-down building. 

The actual bomb would be elsewhere, but the only way to stop it was remotely putting in the password while simultaneously securing the bomb from enemy hands so they didn't try to launch it again at a different time or place. 

Her papa had been chosen to secure the bomb and already succeeded, but the spy that was sent to retrieve the code and input it, while he had cleared the room of enemies, had accidentally killed the boss and was now unable to get the code. He was contacting her papa right then, asking what to do. There were only 5 minutes left on the timer and Anya knew the code; she had read the boss's mind before he died. 

It was 24563. Easy enough to remember for a now 8-year-old and extremely studious almost-imperial scholar Anya. Numbers were still a little tricky for her, but this code was important and would ring in her mind for weeks after watching him die. They were his last thoughts, after all. 

If she could only get past the spy somehow, she could input the code and run away.

'Crap. I was too reckless,' the spy thought to himself. 'I could've knocked him out with gas, or even a blunt object, I could've stunned or paralyzed him. But I had to use my gun. What do I do now?' 

That gave Anya an idea! He was just using a stun gun! He dropped it by the door! Anya just had to get it, sneak up behind him, use it to stun him, then type in the code and leave. But if she got caught before she got to him with it, she would be in big trouble...

No time for that, act fast. She snuck as quietly as she could, over to the stun gun. The spy was busy paying attention to his phone. She picked it up and ran as fast as she could across the few yards between her and the spy. 

Little did she know, the reason the spy was so focused on his phone, was because Special Agent Twilight was going to try to collect clues and estimate the code via video call. It was a shabby plan, and probably wouldn't work, but he was not about to go down without a fight.

And just as the spy was turning his phone around so Twilight could see the control dashboard, the spy let out a cry and fell to the ground. 

All Twilight saw was a blur until the phone hit the floor, and miraculously landed propped up against something, by chance or on purpose he didn't know, but he had a full view of the room.

There were three minutes and thirty seconds left on the timer on the bomb, and the agent got knocked out! Twilight was about to book it over the address when he caught sight of a familiar figure dropping the stun gun. 

A little girl of about eight, wearing an Eden Academy uniform with four proud Stella stars and bearing adorable pink curls with two space bun-like horns on top, stood there shaking.

She looked like she was about to cry, then shook her head rapidly, and, still shaking, looked around the room for something. She ran out for a moment, then came back with what looked to be a small wooden crate. It was old and splintery, but she ignored that and put it in front of the control dashboard, climbed on top, with much difficulty, and punched in a few numbers. She stood there a little longer, shaking still, glancing between the spy she took down and the controls.

Behind Twilight, the bomb started powering down. Within half a minute, it had shut off and secured itself. It would take another 20 minutes to be ready for take-off again if directed by the controls. Twilight hurriedly packed it up, ready to bring it to his organization, but kept an eye on the footage of the little girl, still standing there, shaking, on the wooden box.

Just as he finished and turned his full attention back to the girl, she whipped a sticky note out of nowhere, grabbed a pen off the dashboard, scribbled something on it, and smacked it onto the dashboard, next to the controls. She then hopped down, turned to the spy she had knocked out and bowed in apology, then ran, stumbling as she left the room. 

When she turned to the spy on the floor, Twilight got a full glimpse of her face, and it filled him with dread. He was almost sure of it before, but now he was completely sure. There was no mistaking it. 

His beloved, darling daughter was the little girl that somehow knew the code to a national-grade threat bomb. She had turned it off, but she knew the code. And where the controls were located. And although she was obviously scared and took him by surprise, she had taken down a trained spy too.

He rushed, dropping off the bomb and making it to the control site in record time, just in time to look out the window and see a little girl riding a dog turn the corner. Anya riding Bond. In the direction of their house. He stared at the corner they disappeared around, not sure how to feel.

Then he walked over to the controls and saw the sticky note. In very shaky handwriting, obviously Anya's though, were the numbers, "24563".

The code... 

He got home late that night, after covering up Anya's appearance and wrapping up the case, but also because his mind had been in a fuddle, unsure how to feel about Anya and not quite ready to face her.

Yor greeted him at the door.

"My, my, Loid. You're sure home late. Trouble at work?" She asked, feigning innocence. That is, until she saw his face.

She tried to say something, but he held up his hand to silence her.

"Is Anya asleep?" He asked. She nodded. "Good. Meet me in the living room."

He went to the office, Yor's old converted room for both of their work needs, and put away his work things, then went and changed in his and Yor's shared room, what used to be only his.

When he came into the living room, Yor was waiting there with tea and refreshments. She had studied hard for the last two years of their living together and could now make moderate tea by herself. Nothing else.

He sat down next to her and tried to compose his thoughts.

"Loid? Is this about work?" She asked, worried.

He nodded. "Work... and our family."

He saw a flicker of fear in her eyes before she steeled herself. "Tell me."