|| DEVILS PARASITE || SPY FAMILY X READER

|| CHAPTER 10 : THE MEETING ||

The day was dreary, the kind that tempted you to blissfully sleep away the hours or gently nap beneath a tree. Drowsiness had settled on every creature, from the poppies in the park to the robins perched in the trees. All, that is, except for one white-haired girl. Y/N Forger, an undercover detective for O.P.I.D, the Ostanian intelligence agency, was on a mission to prevent the looming war between Ostania and Westalis, ensuring the safety of civilians worldwide. She was well aware of her responsibilities and duties, enough to put her plan into action.

"Today's the day my life changes, for better or worse," she mused, feigning a dramatic demise. Her mark, Demetrius Desmond, a thirteen-year-old with raven hair and striking features, is the eldest son of the influential Desmond family of Ostania. Unbeknownst to them, their patriarch's actions could ignite a war between nations. Y/N's mission was to ensure this knowledge remained secret, as her duty was also to shield civilians from any form of harm. She rose from her bed energetically, beginning her day with cleaning, preparing breakfast, and studying for an hour before stepping outside. To the world, it was her usual routine; for Y/N, it was all a part of her strategy.

"Hey, Y/N, have you seen the cereal? Did you spill it again?" asked a blonde man from across the kitchen counter. He was Loid Forger, an undercover spy from Westalis, the neighboring adversary nation.

A petite girl with pink hair spoke up, "Onēsan placed it in the second cabinet from the top on the left." This girl was Anya Forger, the biological sister of Y/N Forger, who was also a telepath. This fact was known only to three individuals: herself, Y/N, and Dealer, Y/N's manager.

"When did you start talking like that? It must be Y/N finally teaching you something useful," the blonde said, astonished. The man knew only that Y/N worked in foreign intelligence. He was oblivious to the fact that he was sharing the room with a woman whose power had claimed more lives than he could imagine. Y/N wasn't just a top-notch detective; she was also a born telepath, exploited throughout her childhood as a genetically enhanced assassin.

All of that was in the past, she reflected grimly as she ate her cereal. Unbeknownst to her, her younger sister Ana had quietly wrapped her small hands around her waist in a tight hug, silently recognizing her sister's emotions.

The young girl was conscious of her sister's emotional issues and understood her silent struggle. She wasn't going to share her feelings freely, not even with family, and it saddened her to think of her sister's plight. "Anya will make onēsan happy!" she resolved, her face beaming.

The girl with white hair smiled at her sister and asked, "Is this for giving you the bag of peanuts last night? I need to do some work now, Anya, but I'll play with you later, okay?" This promise delighted Anya. She nodded in agreement and continued with her breakfast, occasionally nodding off.

"Oh, how adorable," the girl mused, allowing a small grin to form. She harbored a deep desire to ensure her younger sister's well-being and was determined to provide it. "At least until she can fend for herself," she contemplated, then promptly dismissed these thoughts and settled down for a strenuous hour of study.

While the Forger family was preoccupied, Desmond planned to visit his favorite park within the hour, accompanied by his friends. He cherished that particular park because it evoked the feeling of being a free bird, unconfined and not commanded by owners. The boy with raven hair adored freedom, even if he hadn't realized it yet. Lost in thought for some time, he suddenly wondered about the time. Surprised by his own curiosity, he turned to the brunette seated next to him in the limousine and inquired, "How much longer until we reach the park, Daryl?"

"I guess it will take about five minutes. We should prepare to get down soon. You mentioned you had plans in the park this time, correct, Demetrius?"

"Yes, I did say that... you'll understand later. For now, have Jeeves give you your clothes and shoes, and take Max out while I handle this," Demetrius instructed Daryl. Daryl, ever the naive friend, responded with a simple 'yes' and added, "You seem preoccupied with thoughts... is it about the war your father is orchestrating? Or the upcoming semester? If it's the latter, I'm certain you'll excel as you did previously, and the times before that, and the time before that, and the time before—

Yes, yes, you've made your point," Damian said, his expression nonchalant as he attempted to conceal a grin. At his core, he was a thirteen-year-old like any other, and despite his efforts to hide it, he enjoyed having fun just like any normal kid, whether they be a villager's son or a king's child. Daryl, for all his social irresponsibility, was aware of Demetrius and his family's tough love.

No, it can't even be called love. His father is... something else, something that the world shouldn't witness. His mother is kind, all things considered, though it's heartbreaking to see his little brother. The young boy admires him greatly, yet he receives no acknowledgment of his existence, not even a conversation, Daryl reflected sadly, maintaining a facade of indifference. He genuinely cared for his friend, despite struggling to express it. After all, Demetrius was the first to extend a hand of friendship, fully aware of Daryl's autism. Memories of the incident that brightened his life a bit more flashed through Daryl's mind.

"Hey, you're Daryl Actona, aren't you? I'm Demetrius Desmond. I think you'd prefer to be friends with me rather than stoop to the level of playing with these kids," said Demetrius, a hint of red tinting his cheeks as he extended his hand towards Daryl. Daryl glanced up with an indifferent expression and responded, "There's a reason nobody wants to be friends with me. You probably wouldn't want to be friends either if you knew why... because I have autism."

"I know, it just seemed to me that you were somewhat lonely for someone of our status, right?"

That single sentence forever altered my life; for the first time, I felt seen, more than just an overlooked, autistic child of affluence. Since befriending him, my popularity has soared, and people have begun to admire me, saying, "Hey, that kid is quite cool, autism and all!" Those words transformed my day, all thanks to Demetrius. I'm content, yet he's not. Does he realize the extent of his family's dysfunction? Who else would inflict such trauma on their wife that she nearly ends her son's life on several occasions? And I don't know anyone with a father whose ambition is to ignite a global conflict, Daryl mused with a look of revulsion at the mention of Donovan Desmond, his best friend's father. He wished for Demetrius to break free from being a pawn to his father, even if it meant abandoning it all. To him, the family ties seemed synthetic. They appeared fake, repulsive, and superfluous, and he was convinced that was the reality. 

"Are you coming? Jeeves also needs to drive Father somewhere, so we can't afford to waste time", said Demetrius, who was now sporting designer sportswear and carrying a green-colored packet.

"Wonder what's inside?" Daryl pondered, guiding Max from the limousine, the lavish leash fitting snugly around his collar. "The Desmonds really have taste," he reflected, admiring the leash with a mix of respect and envy. Meanwhile, Demetrius made his way to a solitary tree at the park's heart. He studied the tree, then gently caressed its bark, considering it a hero among many for providing shelter, oxygen, and life. To be as magnificent as this tree, he thought, scattering seeds beneath the vibrant green canopy of the English oak.

"My, my, what a wonderful day to meet someone of your status here, Demetrius Desmond"

AUTHOR NOTE :

HEY EVERYONE! I WAS A BIT BUSY WITH EXAMS SO I PAUSED WRITING FOR A WHILE. CHECK OUT MY LATEST NOVEL "THE CHRONICLES OF MINECRAFT GODS" IF YOU'RE INTERESTED IN MINECRAFT AND YOUTUBERS AND COMMENT DOWN BELOW WHAT YOU THINK OF MY WRITING STYLE! HAVE A GREAT DAY AND HAVE FUN!