(Y/n) Cunningham: UA Ninja

Chapter 74: Hey, Mr. No-Name Kid~

~Saturday Night~

After dropping off Shinso at the hotel and then Carrot at his house, (Y/n) was walking back to their house... For the last time.

It was... very bittersweet, but it was what it was. Nomi needed (Y/n) in Japan and they should be thankful that Nomi even allowed this vacation and has said nothing so far.

(Y/n) felt... watched, but weirdly safe. It was probably the stalker tailing them, but... wouldn't Nomi say something if they were in danger?

Back when Aoyama was trying to follow them home, they could feel it too but they felt uneasy and anxious. This time they felt...serene.

A car pulled up next to them after skidding to a stop next to them.

On instinct (Y/n) jumped back into someone's lawn, they tilted their head to look at the plate... an unmarked car.

The passenger side door and both of the back doors opened in sync and men started stepping out of the van.

(Y/n) started to subtly reach for the mask under their jacket.

As the man in the passenger seat stepped out he was immediately shot in the foot.

(Y/n) immediately dropped to the floor and balled up covering their vital points as more shots rang out and rained into the car.

"I'm hit!" A woman shouted.

The car doors slammed close and the car started speeding off.

Slowly (Y/n) started to uncover themselves and sit up though they were shaky. All the adrenaline and fear couldn't be good for them.

The door of the house behind them opened harshly.

"Alright hooligans! You messed with the wrong- (Y/n)?" A voice called out.

(Y/n) turned their head towards the voice, it was Mr. Smith with a shotgun in hand.

Tobias, Toby, Smith. Eli's grandpa. A seasoned war vet, yet also the sweetest and most badass old man (Y/n) has ever met.

(Y/n) shakily stood up, "Good evening Mr. Smith! Crazy night, huh?" They slightly joked.

Mr. Smith walked over and started looking frantically over (Y/n), "Goddammit child. What are you doing out so late? And where did those shots come from?"

"Some unmarked car. I'm fine though. I'm fine." (Y/n) assured.

Mr. Smith sighed, "Unmarked? I'll tell the boys in blue to check the cameras tomorrow. You better be heading home."

"I am, I am." (Y/n) assured with a chuckle "One more block to go!"

"I'll drive ya'." Mr. Smith said.

"Oh! No, no! That's ok, Mr. Smith." (Y/n) insisted.

"I wasn't asking, child. Now come over here. Let ol' Monique do all the walking for us." Mr. Smith said as he started up his bike.

"... Coolest old man ever..." (Y/n) mumbled.

~

(Y/n) waved Mr. Smith goodbye yelling a loud goodnight and thanks as he drove off, with a sigh they turned towards their house and walked up to the front porch.

(Y/n) looked down at the carpet... a small bouquet of wildflowers held together with what looked to be a hair tie and a napkin.

(Y/n) picked up the bouquet with one hand and the napkin with the other.