𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 |Karma Akabane x Reader|

Chapter 7~|𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓸𝓯𝓯|

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❝【𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓸𝓯𝓯】❞

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❛ I'm just the

pilot.❜

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𝓣—he airport was a revolting place to be in honestly speaking. The loud noises, the sickly airport air, and worst of all the clusters of people. The thought of waiting in an environment like that for hours on end just to hop on a filthy plane and get squished in with a hundred other people didn't really sit well with the girl at all.

Which is why [Y/n] always made certain to call her private pilot in advance. When she became an assassin she had to make many different ties with people so she'd be able to get her job done with no hiccups, and a personal pilot was just something that most of them had. Well the good ones at-least.

Unfortunately for her, today was definitely not been her lucky day. Everything that could possibly go wrong, did just that. She was running an hour late because she couldn't get her car to start. On top of that she had overslept, and her housekeeper wasn't in town this week so she had to call her friends and ask them if they wouldn't mind looking after it in her absence. Which only caused her to loose even more time.

That isn't even the worst of it. Her pilot had called her during her Uber ride to the runway and told her that some urgent family matters came up and he had to leave.

She was pissed.

All this preparation for her trip just for it to go terribly wrong in every single way. [Y/n] was praying to the gods that everything would work out somehow, someway. It just had to.

It was too late to call in backup, she needed to be in Paris by this afternoon and she didn't want to be one of those people who'd up and make a big fuss. But this was definitely something to make a big fuss about!

The woman on the phone was trying her best to accommodate you with some public flying options but that wouldn't do. Smuggling weapons through a public plane was basically impossible.

The private options were much more easier since they didn't mind what you did as long as you had the cash.

If I got caught on a public plane I'd be lucky to even get a life sentence.

"Wait one second ma'am. There's another man here." the line momentarily went silent. "He said that he and his pilot were heading in that direction and they'd be happy to take you," the clerk from the private airport notified you over the phone. "Only if you want to that is."

[Y/n]'s prayers had been answered. It was a fucking miracle! Obviously you didn't think twice before accepting the offer and hanging up your phone. You were just pulling up on the runway.

Quickly you hopped out of your Uber and began unloading your stuff.

"Thank you so much!" you reached in your pocket and pulled out some cash not even bothering to check how much and handed it to them. "Have a good day!" you were having trouble lifting both your suitcase and box. You couldn't tell which of the two were heavier.

The driver looked surprised upon receiving the was of cash and nodded profusely. "You too ma'am!" They were about to ask you if you needed any help with your luggage but shut up once they watched a scary looking man approach you. His face held many scars and overall he just had a murderous aura to him and they wanted absolutely no part in it.

The man offered to carry [Y/n]'s luggage for her, the same as the driver was about to. "Yeah, I'd appreciate it." [Y/n] didn't seem one bit fazed by his appearance.

After that the driver drove off. Their job here was completed, so no need to meddle in affairs they didn't belong.

"You're [L/n] right?" he didn't sound all too interested in talking to you. He also towered over you by nearly half a foot which you found pretty comforting.

"Yeah that's me. Are you the man from the phone?" She figured it was him.

"That was the boss," he stopped in front of a voluminous white plane with red and black streaks along both the wings and center part of the body. "I'm just the pilot."

[Y/n] began to momentarily panic.

Her pilot drove a helicopter, not an actual fucking airplane. She didn't have money to waste on this shit.

Surely this was one of the commercial airplanes and his aircraft was just somewhere behind it. She looked around for the other people boarding but saw no one.

Slowly a flight of stairs came down, and the man titled his head to the side signaling for you to get on board since apparently you weren't getting the hint.

"Sir...I don't have the money to pay you guys for this." you came clean.

Yes you technically did have the money. But spending it on a fucking airplane? Come on. You'd rather swim to Paris.

"Boss said don't worry about it." He was just the private pilot, and his client insisted on him flying their aircraft and not his own since it was more spacious.

He was only getting payed for his skills so he could give less of a shit about how many people there were on board.

With that being said [Y/n] went up the stairs and into the aircraft. The man following suite behind.

There were a good amount of steps to climb since the aircraft was so high up off the ground so she was especially glad that she no longer had the burden of her luggage to carry with her.

Once inside she was even more distraught. It looked even more overpriced on the inside than it did out.

Eggshell cushioned walls, and a matching white carpet. Soft cushions on all the seatings, and hints of golden decor. A bookshelf, a fruit bowl on one of the little tables, shit, it even had a flatscreen.

By the looks of it, there were even more sections in the back. Whoever took the time out to make such a foolish purchase such as this, ought to be ashamed of themselves.

The stairs [Y/n] had previously climbed to get on the aircraft hauled back up and all the other exits were closed off. It was most likely almost time to take off.

From this line of work, you had learned to never ask questions, but this was all just too much. Who in their right mind would offer the fly a stranger to Paris?

Yet again...who in their right mind would accept?

She knew it was kind of safe since any aircrafts here had to go through security, and what not. But still...something felt like it was off.

"You can take a seat. We're leaving now." He began making his way over to the front of the aircraft where the flight deck was.

Curiousity began to get the best of you, and you called after him before he got the chance to leave. "This boss person you keep speaking of. Is he in here...?" you wanted to speak to him.

The pilot didn't bother turning around and continued making his way upfront. His job here was done, and it was a good thing he was getting payed extra for this.

You were ticked off by his rudeness and about to call after him again when the sound of footsteps coming from the back of the aircraft made you freeze.

The aura coming from the pilot was definitely something, sure. But not anything like this one. It was one in which you instantly recognized...it was familiar even.

Their footsteps came to a hault, and they watched as you hesitantly turned around so your eyes could meet with theirs.

"Where else would I be?" Akabane grinned.