second try [sxf x child! reader]

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Akira pounded on the hands that held him securely, legs kicking underneath him as he was lifted off the ground. One hand let go of his arm and clamped around his mouth, making sure all chances of help were gone. 

Anya, don't panic, Akira thought, shooting a glance at his friend who's eyes were wide with terror.

Anya nodded and the man with a shaved head holding her grumbled something inaudible. 

Akira reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pocket knife that he kept with him at all times every since his childhood trauma was born. He quickly flipped it into its knife stance and sliced at the hand holding him, drawing a line of blood. The long, dark haired man who'd been grabbing him let go with a yelp and leapt away.

"Stupid!" A sudden voice shouted. "Grab him! A lil' cut won't hurt ya!" 

Hands clamped around Akira again, one securing his wrist so he wouldn't be able to use his knife. "Yes, boss!"

Akira twisted and turned, fingers desperately holding onto the knife as it was pulled out of his grasp by strong hands.

"Got nerve messin' with us, I'll tell ya that," the one who'd yelled before grunted. "Now tell me, ya rat, where's Twilight?" 

Akira glared at the man who emerged from the shadows, a man with a bushy dark blond beard and hair. The hand that had covered his mouth let go cautiously and quickly, as if not wanting to be bitten.

"Who's Twilight?" Akira spat immediately.

"Ah, stop messin' round, kid. Wanna die fast or not?" 

Akira glowered, "Of course I don't want to die. Who's Twilight?"

"Not sure he knows, boss. Seems like he's telling the truth," said the one holding Anya captive.

"Got the signal from here," said blond. "Kid must've snuck in here. Twilight ain't have any kids."

Akira growled, "Who's Twilight?"

"Sir," Akira's captive hissed, "see him coming from the stairs. What'd we do?"

The blond haired one snapped to attention, "He's coming? Already?" He coughed and frowned. "Right, whatever. Anyway, ya'll pretend dead, gotcha? Baldy, you do what you always do and I'll keep these two rats company." He grinned, showing his mismatched teeth.

"I'm not spending a second with you," Akira snarled, his head around to glare at the other two.

"Enough of you," the blond-haired sneered. He reached into his pocket and pulled out two pieces of white tape and quickly patched them over the two's mouths so they couldn't speak.

Anya stared at Akira, her eyes wide and watery.

Don't cry, Akira tried to sound sympathetic, Loid - I mean, Father's coming. If you trust him that much, he'll get us outta here. But if he doesn't, I'll do it.

Anya's head bobbed up and down, her eyes still looking like they were about to tear up.

Blondy pulled both of them to the balcony of the apartment and looked down, muttering to himself. "Ain't too far up, eh? Easy jump."

Akira's eyes widened as Blondy dragged both of them to the balcony and dropped them into a pile of green leaves which was a bush in disguise. Akira let out a muffled yelp of pain as the sticks making up the bush scraped his arm and face. There was a thump and hands hauled him and Anya out of the greenery and into a warehouse that was just as dusty and run-down as out orphanage.

Anya stared at Akira and he could see that she was barely holding it together. Akira felt heat boil through his body as Blondy looked around the warehouse, making sure it was safe. He saw a few others emerge from behind their leader, all of them plain looking and wearing normal civilian clothes - to blend in.

Where was Loid?