Yoko leaned against the wall outside Mikey's room, arms crossed, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She could hear the faint sounds of rustling fabric and Mikey's muttering as the little girl decided on her outfit. Yoko knocked lightly on the door. "You can wear what you want, but it's going to get dirty," she said, her voice carrying a teasing warmth.
The door swung open, and Mikey emerged with a strut that belonged on a runway. She was dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit, complete with a crisp white shirt and a tiny pocket square. "That's what the laundress is for," Mikey replied matter-of-factly, smoothing down the lapels of her jacket as if daring Yoko to challenge her choice.
Yoko chuckled softly, shaking her head in amusement. "Fair enough," she said, gesturing for Mikey to follow as they made their way down the hallway.
As they passed the dining room, Faye's voice called out to them. "Heading down?"
Yoko turned her head to see Faye seated at the table, her laptop open and glowing softly in front of her. Nico sat across from her, leaning back in his chair with his usual air of casual indifference.
"We'll be back for lunch," Yoko replied, her tone light but professional.
Before leaving, Yoko made her way over to Faye. Her expression softened slightly, but her movements remained purposeful as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper. She placed it carefully on the table in front of Faye.
"You'll be needing this," Yoko said, her voice low enough that only Faye could hear. Her eyes briefly met Faye's, and something unspoken passed between them—trust, perhaps, or an understanding forged through shared ordeals.
Faye looked at the paper, then back at Yoko, her expression unreadable. "Let me know if there's anything else I can do," Yoko added, her tone perfectly composed, the slightest edge of warmth coloring her words before she turned to leave.
As Yoko walked away, she felt the weight of Faye's gaze following her. Her footsteps echoed softly in the hallway, and for a moment, she let herself glance back at Mikey, who was now chatting animatedly with one of the house staff about her plans for the day. A small smile crept across Yoko's face. At least she's excited, Yoko thought.
From the dining table, Faye watched Yoko's retreating form, her fingers brushing against the paper Yoko had left. There was something about the way Yoko carried herself—so composed, yet with a quiet intensity—that made Faye's mind linger longer than it should. She unfolded the paper slowly, glancing down at it with a mix of curiosity and intrigue.
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Nico leaned in over Faye's shoulder, his sharp eyes scanning the paper she had just unfolded. His brows raised slightly as he processed the information. "A location—" he began, his tone thoughtful.
"For Cassiel. From an hour ago," Faye completed, her voice calm but edged with intensity. Her eyes flicked over the map and coordinates that Yoko had marked. The precision and timeliness of the information didn't go unnoticed.
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The Nanny // Faye Yoko AU
FanfictionI used to think the world was magic. My life was one long party that seems to never end. My parents gave me everything. I adored my parents so much. They showered me with so much gift that I couldnt see who they really were. Until it was too late...
