SPY X FAMILY - OPERATION BIG BROTHER?!

Father.

Twilight found himself in an unfamiliar yet necessary position. Walking through the dingy alleyways of the city, he approached a series of run-down orphanages. The sky was overcast, casting long shadows across the broken streets. His mission wasn't to rescue a child from these depths of society; it was to find one who would serve a purpose. His hands were deep in the pockets of his neatly pressed coat, his face as unreadable as ever, despite the unpleasant task ahead.

The spy quickly approached the first orphanage on his list, a weathered sign that barely hung on the hinges read "St. Marcus' Home for Boys." The building was crumbling, a reflection of its neglect, but places like these were perfect for his purpose. Less scrutiny, fewer questions.

The door creaked as he stepped inside. The stench of damp wood and mildew filled the air, and the dim lighting barely illuminated the narrow hallway. A tall, skeletal figure appeared from a back room, wiping his hands on a dirty apron. The man's eyes were sunken, and his posture slouched, a mix of apathy and fatigue.

"Can I help you?" the man rasped, clearly unbothered by the state of the orphanage or the well-dressed man in front of him.

"I'm looking to adopt a boy," Loid said, keeping his tone flat, professional. How old's the Desmond boy? " Around 12 or 13, please."

The man raised an eyebrow, casting a suspicious glance. "Not many people come here looking to adopt. Specially not people like you. Why this place?"

Loid didn't falter. "I prefer discretion. I don't have time for paperwork and procedures. I need a boy quickly."

The caretaker shrugged, clearly not concerned with the reasons. "Fair enough. I've got a few. They aren't the best behaved, but if you're in a hurry, you'll find something."

A single nod and then they walked through a dingy corridor, its cracked walls covered in peeling paint, until they reached a small, dimly lit room. Inside, a handful of boys sat quietly, each one watching Loid with cautious, guarded eyes. These weren't ordinary children; they had likely seen their share of hardships. It was in their expressions, their posture—wary but calculating. They seemed like too much work.

Loid stepped forward, scanning the room with a practiced eye. He wasn't looking for just any child; he needed someone who could blend into his family seamlessly. His gaze settled on a boy sitting in the corner engrossed in a book, his demeanor seemingly more composed than the others, though his eyes flickered with caution when he met Loid's gaze. carnation coloured haired, slender, and he appeared to be obseravant. Perfect.

"You," Loid said, his tone firm but calm as he pointed to the boy. "Come here."

The boy rose from his seat with a quiet obedience that Loid appreciated. As the child approached, Loid noted his steady posture, his lack of fidgeting. This one had potential.

"What's your name?" Loid asked, his eyes meeting the boy's, searching for any sign of fear or defiance.

"Kaito," the boy replied without hesitation, his tone level, though a touch guarded.

"How old are you?" Loid asked, his voice neutral, as if this were a simple formality.

"Thirteen" unflinching eyes stared back at Loid, examining him almost..

Loid narrowed his eyes slightly, assessing the boy's response. He appreciated the professionalism in the child's demeanor. There was no unnecessary emotion, no desperation or pleading. This was someone who understood his situation and didn't need coddling. Good.

"Listen carefully," Loid began, his tone quiet but firm. "I'm not here to save you. I'm here because I need you for a specific reason. I require a boy who can follow orders, keep quiet, and not draw attention. If you can do that, you'll have a better life than you would staying here. Understand?"

Kaito didn't flinch, his expression unreadable. "Yes, sir."

Loid appreciated the directness. "Good. You'll be my son from now on but if anyone asks you have always been my son. You'll follow my lead and play your part in the family without causing any issues. I don't tolerate mistakes. If you can do that, things will go smoothly."

The boy nodded. "I understand."

Loid turned to the caretaker. "I'll take him."

The caretaker smirked, his eyes gleaming with the easy money he was about to make. "Figured you'd pick him. He's a quiet one, always does what he's told. No complaints."

Loid ignored the caretaker's comment, pulling out a small stack of bills and handing it over without a word. The man greedily pocketed the money and handed Loid a clipboard with hastily scribbled paperwork—just a formality, barely legal, but it served Loid's purposes. No one would trace this transaction. 

"No refunds Mister." 

Once the paperwork was done, the caretaker waved Kaito off. "Go pack your stuff, kid. You're leaving."

He nodded once and quickly disappeared into the back room. Loid watched him go, his mind already shifting gears. This child would need to be trained—briefed on the family history he'd fabricated and how to act around Yor and Anya. There was no room for error. Everything had to be seamless if they were to maintain the façade.

As he returned, carrying a small, worn-out bag, Loid gave him a firm nod. "We leave now. You'll be briefed on your role once we're home. Until then, don't speak unless spoken to."

Lucas simply nodded, his composure intact. Loid appreciated the professionalism in such a young boy. He could work with this.

They exited the orphanage together, walking silently through the dingy streets as the sky began to darken. The air was thick with the smell of grime and oil, but Loid's thoughts were elsewhere—already planning the next steps of the operation.

He'll need a detailed backstory, something Yor can easily believe. She's too naive to question it deeply, but I still need to cover all the angles. Loid's mind moved like clockwork, turning over the details, refining them into a cohesive narrative. The story about his relatives being unable to care for him anymore will hold. Yor's empathy will fill in the gaps. As long as he sticks to the script, it'll be fine.

Loid glanced down at Kaito, the young boy seemed to be fixated on the window, as if he had never seen the outside world.  "When we arrive, you'll meet your new family. You'll be introduced as my son who was staying with relatives after my wife's passing. Stick to the story, follow my lead, and everything will be fine."

"Yes, sir," Once again, piercing yellow eyes met Loid's, an intriguing sight to behold.

"You may address me as Father." The spy sighed, glancing at his new companion. 

"Yes, Father."