Déjà Vu// bsd X Child!reader

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[Name] dragged Fukuzawa to the other side of Yokohama. If their assumptions were correct, they avoided the bloodstains which led to that alley.

Even if they went on an another route, quite far away from the original one, the kid was still paranoid. Hawthorne surely won't just try once. He wants to succeed, and if they don't do anything about it, he will.

Checking every corner, constantly looking back and bringing Fukuzawa to more and more complex routes were the only thing [Name] could do against it. And of course, praying that Hawthorne wouldn't find them, and that their foster father wouldn't raise any suspicion. Needless to say, they didn't try hard enough.

The feeling of being watched didn't decrease at all. When they were feeding the strays, when Fukuzawa and [Name] went to search for raccoons - which Fukuzawa wasn't really fond of, but he just wanted to let the kid have fun, so he agreed - and even when they were on the streets full of people, Hawthorne's gaze was always there. It never disappeared, even for a second.

However, the streets were empty when [Name] felt a rush of relief going through their body. Did he give up? Did he leave them alone? It seemed like it. But... why all of a sudden, when no one is there to witness his attack? It was weird. Did Fyodor change his plan in the middle?

"You seem paranoid." Fukuzawa raised an eyebrow. "Is everything alright?"

"Oh, yeah, everything's fine. I'm just feeling a little down, since I didn't see any raccoons..." the lies came out way smoother than [Name] expected it to. It surprised them. The kid almost believed it themselves, though they had to remind the mind why they are lying.

'Thank god we didn't....' thought the man on the other hand.

The kid was holding back the urge to check the behind one more time. The whole scenery seemed calm. Too calm for [Name].

"...and I have a feeling we are being watched." they added before looking back once more.

Fukuzawa raised his eyebrows.

"What do you mean by that...?" he asked as he followed [Name]'s gaze to a tall building...

...where Hawthorne stood. His cape was flowing behind his back as he faced the wind. The mask was still on his head, which meant, he didn't come across Akutagawa yet. If they remembered well, the mafioso broke the wooden - was it really wooden? - mask. It somehow reassured [Name], but they knew they shouldn't be calm at all. They grabbed Fukuzawa's hand, who understood the situation in a matter of seconds.

Both of them started running towards the other direction. Hawthorne didn't move, though.

'Why isn't he doing anything...?... Hold on. He wasn't the one who shot Fukuzawa before... So then...'

"Fukuzawa! We need to avoid all alleys! I don't know the city well like you, so you are in charge for the escape route! He is not alone!"

The man just nodded in acknowledgement with a firm expression.

Fukuzawa wanted to turn right into the main street. As he rotated his head, a bullet flew by his face, only missing by millimeters. The moon's and the street lamp's faint light shined on the metal pipe part of a shotgun, peeking out of an apartment's window. He recognized the weapon almost immediately: a well-made italian Benelli M3. Even if he noticed the gun in an instant, he couldn't see the person's face in the darkness of the room - or in other cases, because of the curtain covering the assassin's body, only leaving a tiny gap for the person to aim through. And even with this, it was really close to hit the targets. Professionals, he assumed.

They really are surrounded.

The kid took out their flip phone with their free hand and dialed Kunikida's number. They knew he would pick it up, even if the shift is over. That's just how he is, nothing can help it. It rang out once, then twice and on the third, the man picked it up.