Six Of Crows imagines

Accident-Kaz POV

Kaz looked up at the small Suli girl curled up on the ledge of his office window. She wasn't feeding the crows like her mother used to, instead she was reading, her eyes scanning the page faster than he had ever seen anyone before. He didn't know what she was reading but it must have been an emotional book because one minute she was laughing and the next she slammed it shut so hard and suddenly that it made Kaz jump. That was saying something. "I hate book people" she growled "one minute he's flirting with her and the next she'd dead and he's holding the knife." Kaz went back to his work. "So get another book"
"I can't, I'm hooked on this one"
"Trass, you threw it out the window yesterday"
"Yeah, because the book deserved it"
"You went and cried because you broke it"
"Cos I like this book"
Kaz shook his head, he didn't understand 13 year old girls.
She stood up and put the book on the window seal. "I'm going to the markets to get dinner. Any preference on what it is?" Kaz shook his head again. She raised her eyebrows "Suli food it is" he sighed. He'd been eating Suli food for the past week. Trass threw her satchel over her head and he heard the door open. "Don't go causing trouble, Trass" he said. "That is literally my name" she called closing the door. Kaz could feel her smirk. He almost regretted agreeing to take care of her while Inej her family were out of town. Trass was the youngest of three. Her two older brothers had Tolya's colouring and eye shape. They looked nothing like Inej. Trass, on the other hand, looked almost identical to her mother with a bronze complexion and big, dark, doe eyes. Kaz still felt the spark that had burned when he was told he got to name her. He had picked Trassel because it meant troublemaker. He found out later from Nina that Matthias had a wolf called Trassel but he didn't change it. He felt it was also a good sentiment to Matthias, he would have loved her. After a few moments he got up and looked out the window. He opened it and called "other way." Trass spun on her heal and began to walk in the other direction, her head held high like she wasn't just about to walk into Sweet Reef. Trass was a good fighter and she calculated every move but when it came to directions she may as well be four. When she was out of sight, he turned to go back to his desk, knocking the book off the ledge. He bent to pick it up and looked at the cover. Life line it was called, the cover brandishing a heart with a knife through it. He put it back on the ledge.

Hours he spent working, sorting through papers and tabs he had on people. His coat, vest and tie had been dumped on his bed hours ago along with the gloves he barely wore anymore. He had been overworking, and he looked it. His shirt hung loose on his body with the sleeves pushed up and his hair was messy. He raked a hand through it then looked up. The sun had set a long time ago. Where the hell was Trass? He knew she took forever to pick what to eat from a stall, and she usually took a long time just to spite him, but not this long. Never this long. Panic rushed through him like a raging wave. Before he became a godfather of three, he never felt panic like this. He stood up not bothering to get his cane or coat and dashed for the door. Once he started running he didn't stop. Kaz weaved his way though the people at the markets all the way to Trass' favourite stall. From there, he looked around, trying to catch his breath.

Even though he was in his early thirties, he looked the same, so the people who remembered him, took a step to the side. He couldn't really blame them, word had spread fast about the disappearance of Carl Whinnets and rumour said Kaz Brekker was back on the scene after having a daughter with an unknown woman. The 'daughter' was Trass, and the rumour had spread when he took her to the canal for the first time. It was completely ridiculous because Kaz had never stopped being the seventeen year old version of himself. He still planed schemes and took jobs, he even made a few now.

His eyes searched the crowds looking for the Suli girl. She most likely did get lost but she's bold and outgoing, she would have asked someone for directions or followed people until she found someone who was going to the Slat. Tulip Petals he thought. He dropped his gaze, now searching for the pink petals she carried. When Inej and Tolya dock The Wraith they make sure their kids have tulip petals in case someone gets taken. If they feel in danger they drop the petals making a trail. Kaz thought they should just learn how to fight but Inej insisted. Right now, he was glad he didn't argue with her because he spotted them, blowing sideways in the warm spring breeze. He followed them, pushing past people until they ended. He snapped his head up and it connected with a bent pole. He swore putting his hand to the back of his head. He pulled it away, no blood, he'd be fine. Kaz was no Wraith but he was good at sneaking, so he glided down the hallway of the strange shack the petals had lead him to, until he reached a door. He braced himself for anything, guns, knives, Grisha, anything. He pushed open the door and was greeted by a laugh from Trass. "They left a few minutes ago, but your fighting stance is really" she let out a small snort "good." Kaz looked at his goddaughter. She was hanging from the ceiling, rope tied her hands together and her toes were a good few centimetres off the ground. She had been stripped of her tunic and only wore her grey tank and trousers. Her arms, neck and face were covered in cuts, deep crimson blood trickling out of them. Despite all this she was smiling, he wasn't really surprised. He had seen her brothers beat her up and she had simply laughed, enjoying the fight. Kaz's gaze turned to the table in the corner. Trass' satchel was lying there, it's contents dumped and spread out, along with the knife that went in a strap she fitted on her right thigh. He walked over to the table picked up the knife and strolled over to where she hung. He cut the rope then dropped the knife to catch her. "Thanks" she said as he put her down. "What do you think your doing?" Someone asked, their voice low and menacing. Trass picked up the knife and turned to face the person. "Oh you know, escaping" she said casually. He dashed at her and she threw the knife, it hit him in the head, piercing the skin between his eyes. He dropped and Trass covered her mouth with her hand. When the man didn't move, she let out a small sob. Kaz turned her around and pulled her to him, her head ending at his chest. "I didn't mean to hit him there" she whispered, "I killed a man" he stroked her long dark curls. "He deserved it, he had to die." She looked up at him and swallowed, "Kaz, what do I do now" he thought then told her the same thing he had told Inej the night she made her first kill, nothing.

Kaz sat her on his desk and went to get bandages from Rotty. When he came back her head was hung and silent tears ran down her cheeks. He fixed her cuts and wiped the blood from her wounds then left her alone in his office.

"So what actually happened?" Jesper asked, handing Kaz his drink. Kaz ignored him, he knew what happened. Wylan spoke next, "she's clever, letting them hurt her until they loose interest." They went on like that for a good few hours until Kaz decided to get back to work. His body desperately wanted sleep but there was work to be done.

He opened the door and almost stepped on Trass. Why she was curled up on the floor was beyond him but he picked her up and took her to the room she was staying in. When he went to leave the room her hand fell into his, "don't tell Mama" she whispered "I don't know what she'd do." He squeezed her hand "I wouldn't dream of it." He left the room but returned a few moments later with his work and a small candle. He sat on the floor working away, back against the side of her bed. He didn't remember falling asleep.