𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂

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"Anya? Where are you-?" Loid called Anya's name and looked around. Bond was trying to sniff out Anya's scent—if she even had one. Where could she have gone? She couldn't have left the house, without my permission? I would've noticed that she was sneaking out anyways! Loid had checked every room of apartment, but it was like Anya hadn't left a trace. What am I going to tell Yor? Handler, even! They're going to get Fiona involved! Just then, soft knocking came from the kitchen. "Borf!" Loid turned his head both ways and dashed towards the kitchen. "Anya?" "Papa!" Loid followed the sound of Anya's voice, but it hadn't brought him anywhere. The hell! Is this some sick joke? Little kids trying to pull pranks on me-? "Papa!" The voice called louder and it was coming from the..pantry? Loid pulled on the door but it seemed to be stuck on its hinges. Dammit Anya, what are you doing! Loid yelled out for Anya's name. "Anya! Close your eyes!" "But Pa-" Loid pulled the door off and Anya ran toward's Loid with flour on her face. "Anya, what were you doing there?" "Papa! You need to push the door! Not pull!" Shit.. Loid felt embarrassment rise through himself and Anya looked at him confused. Does papa need to go take a shit in the shitter? She felt a bit bad for Loid, so she broke the tension with an excuse. "Anya..Anya wanted to make a pie for Mama and Papa!" Pie-? Seriously. Anya staggered back a bit. SHOCK! IS PAPA NOT PROUD OF ANYA'S DETERMINATION!? Her jaw dropped and Loid had noticed, so he let out a feigning chuckle. "I-uh, that's very thoughtful, Anya. Next time, just tell me. Do you want to go buy one or-" She immediately shook her head. "No! Anya wants to make it!" I-this isn't going to go so well.. "I mean..sure." She smiled and nodded her head. "First, let's get the flour off you."

Finally, it was done! Anya's sweat and tears went into that pie, it took a lot of hard work. But seriously, sweat and a bit of tears dripped into the pie. Loid had her stand back for multiple reasons. 1, the sweat and tears were gross. 2, it involved knives. 3, Anya's most likely not going to be a great cook like Yor. Probably better if Loid took control instead. Anya's great adventures today went great! Anya made a pie with her assistant, Agent Papa! She smiled widely at her creation, apple pie. It had looked great, and perhaps tasted great for that matter. "Papa! Do you think Mama will like it?" He nodded his head as he pat Anya on the head for her "great" work. "I'm pretty sure she will, Yor's not that much or a picky eater." Unlike this child. She jumped around and asked Loid if she could take a slice. "Sure, as long we save a piece of two for her." "Yay!" She ran over to the counter and picked up a knife, holding it with two hands. "Chop, chop!" She swung her knife in the air. Loid directed all his attention to her. "Anya!" Dammit, this child is something! He ran over and took it from her hands. "Don't use or touch knives without Yor or my permission!" You could split yourself in half! Then I'd have to go get a new child! SHOCK! "O-Okay..Papa.." Loid sliced a piece and quickly took a plate from the counter. "Here, grab a fork and you can start eating some." "Yay!" She took a seat and started to eat the pie, one bite at a time. Loid sat down as well, letting out sigh and had his elbow on the table. Anya felt somewhat of a burning sensation—dark eyes glaring onto her. Is Papa fine-? "Ah..Papa! Are you going to take some? Do you want some of Anya's?" He shook his head. "You just enjoy it, Anya." She nodded and bit down on her fork. Hopefully Papa is fine..

  It was raining outside, weather didn't look so great. Lucky for her, Yor had an umbrella on her. She walked back to the apartment complex, holding onto her purse too. How is Loid and Anya doing right now? She waited to cross the street, and an overwhelming shadow was upon Yor. She could feel the uneasiness building up inside of her. Without looking back, she thought to herself. The hell. That person's hand touched her shoulder. "Hey, beautiful. You dropped something~" She turned her head and he held a rose in front of her face. What the- He smiled charmingly and chuckled. "For a pretty lady like you, what are you doing here in the pouring rain, yourself?" Yor took the rose and gave him a small smile, uncomfortable, obviously. "Th-thank you. I'm just walking back home." "Oh, how nice! You work at City Hall?" She nodded and kept the smile on her face. "Wanna come home with me, baby?" What are his intentions.. "No, I-ah, I'm alright. Thank you, though." His smile faded into a mischievous grin. "Playing hard to get, I see? Say no more, I'll have your heart in seconds." The green light turned on and Yor tried crossing the streets with others, but he insisted on following her. She clutched onto her purse tighter and felt a higher rise of anxiety rushing through her body. "I'm sorry, I'm already married." Don't oversell it, Yor! He scoffed and laughed a bit more. "He doesn't have to know, you want a price?" He pulled out 50 dollars and Yor declined his offer, politely, of course. "I'm sorry, I don't think you understand. I'm not interested." "C'mon, honey, don't fight it. Can't you feel or at least see, our bodies colliding?" Was this guy drunk or what? Yor felt like she should've just pushed him into oncoming traffic and just enjoy the splatter of blood. But, she'd obviously get reported to the SSS. The awkward silence rose and he wrapped his hand around her shoulder. She pushed his hand off, but he held onto Yor's arm. "Let go of me." He just laughed and shook his head. "Just so you know, the name's Danny. Daniel Hetcherson." He smiled wider and laughed like the Cheshire Cat. "You know, you could also just called me Da-" His laughter slowly feigned. "Jerk, she told you to move. Fuck off." Oh shit! He staggered back as they both looked up to see Loid standing there. "Oh god, Loid-San! Don't get yourself sick!" She moved the umbrella above Loid and tiptoed up. "Heh, the hell are you, fuck boy?" "I'm her husband. Now get out of here." "What are you gonna do, fuck me-" Loid raised his fist and he flinched. "AE-AH! Ok, ok!" He speeded off and turned each corner.

"Yor-San, are you ok? Here." He took the umbrella out of her hand and held it for the both of them. "You won't get sick now, right?" He shook his head and laughed. "Don't worry, I won't. Let's just get back home, I didn't have Franky come watch her. I didn't think it would take too long to come find you." "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you or put Miss Anya in danger!" "Don't be scared, Yor. Let's just get home, safely." He caressed her cheek with one hand and blushed gently. Breathe Yor, breathe! She swallowed her fears and quickly put on a smile. "Alright, then let's get home."

Loid opened the door for Yor and Anya ran over. "Mama! Papa! Where were you guys? Was Mama and Papa flirting!" She mischievously grinned as Yor protested and waved her hands around. "No! No, we weren't!" Mama doesn't like Papa? "Mama doesn't like Papa?" She put her hands down and shook her head. "I'm sorry, Anya-San! I didn't mean to scare you!" "Yor-San, don't let Anya worry you." She shook her head and put her bag to the side. "Mama, you need to love Papa! Ok?" Yor nodded and Anya was back smiling again. Loid decided he'd start dinner and after they all ate, Anya and him would then show Yor the pie. Loid chopped up more potatoes and sliced the green onions as Anya took a crayon and drew on the paper. "Bondman!" She giggled as she looked back up to the television. "Anya, don't draw and watch the television. It's either you draw or watch the cartoons." "Can't Anya do both?" "No!" Ugh! Anya got up and turned the television off, the new episode wasn't coming until an hour, so she decided she'd just draw first. Around 30-40 minutes later, Loid called for Yor and Anya. "Dinner is ready!" "Yay!" Anya ran over and took a seat, eating everything Loid had plated. "Papa, the food is good!" Yor joined them at the table and took a seat next to Anya. "The food looks great, Loid-San!" "Thank you, Yor-San." "Mama and Papa are definitely flirting!" Loid turned off the stove and sat across from them. "Anya, what's with you? We aren't and it was clear from the beginning." She frowned as she chewed her food. "Becky just showed Anya romantic stuff, so now Anya is telling Mama and Papa!" Is she going through immense pain that's brought her to this state? Is she taking out her emotions on us? "Uh..it's funny!" She smiled awkwardly and he nodded. "It's nice you enjoy your time with Becky!" Anya's eyes twinkled. "Can Becky come over to Anya's house?" Yor shrugged her shoulders. "I wouldn't mind, but I don't know about Loid!" Anya stared at Loid. "Papa! Can Becky? Can she!" The possible outcomes from a friend coming over. Joy, happiness, grades, friendship, stability, wait, grades! "Sure. I wouldn't mind, you two just need to make sure to arrange time to study." "Yay! Thank you Papa, thank you Mama!" Becky's been known for her famous parents, but she does have pretty good grades, she's in the 80-100 percentile. Surely, she'll get Anya's grades up! "No problem, Anya."

Rain poured even more and Anya was distracted with the television. The new episode came out and she was more than elated! "Anya, did you want to show Yor-San?" "Wait what?" Yor looked over and Anya realized. "Yes, Papa!" She got up and ran over, looking for the pie dish. "Papa! Where is it? Anya can't find it!" He walked over and took it from the top shelf. "Yay!" She took her two hands and held it. "What is it?" Anya cheekily smiled and placed it on the table. "Pie for you, Mama!" Yor beamed with awe as they pushed it closer to her. "Thank you, Anya-San! Did you make this yourself?" She nodded proudly. Correction, I helped her with the pie. Anya smiled while glaring at Loid. Papa! Just let Anya have her moment! She ran over to the kitchen and took a fork and a plate. With an intimidating voice, she yelled and asked. "Papa! Can Anya take the knife?" "Yes, you can." Heh! "Cleaver, cleaver!" She giggled and brought to the table. Loid took the knife and started to slice a piece for her. "Thank you, Loid-San!" "No problem." He sliced and placed the piece on the plate for Yor. She slowly took a bite, and then started to eat it. "Is it good, Mama? Is it!" She nodded. "Yes! It's very good! Thank you for the treat!" I can taste something salty. I can't tell if it's tears or the small hint of cinnamon. Yor plastered on the fake smile and Anya felt joyful for a moment, but it started to fade. Mama doesn't like it? "Mama, you don't like it?" AH! I WAS WRONG! THIS CHILD IS CAPABLE OF UNSTABLE EMOTIONS. "No, Anya. Yor probably does like it. It isn't bad, I tried some." "No, no you didn't, Papa." I- "Anya-San, I do love it! I'll eat some tomorrow or some other time, alright? But thank you!" "Ok!" Heh, Anya's superpowers are coming! She rubbed her hands together mischievously and ran to her room. "Good night Mama, good night Papa!"

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A/N : hi guys! sorry for not writing yesterday (monday), I actually was planning to because I'd usually would, but I didn't. And for now on, I might not be writing on the weekends! Sorry if it disappoints you, but I'll still try my best to keep writing on the weekdays! Thank you for understanding and have a good day/night!