Moonlight (Minuet x reader)

Plans

The two made it home. Then they began formulating a plan, too pressed for time for more kisses. (Although they both secretly wanted them.) As they cleaned the house, they went over the plan.

"We need to escape this place. There are too many of them here." Y/n said as she swept some broken glass from one of the windows.

"Well, I hear Japan is good around this time of year..."

"We can't fly. He's already caught us at that once."

"You sound like a prison escapee." He didn't seem very interested in the conversation.

"That's kinda what we both are, isn't it?"

"You have a point there... Maybe we could sail? I think we could ship ourselves."

"Like, in a crate? No way. No-o way."

Minuet looked up at her from where he was on his knees, scrubbing a bloodstain off of the floor. "We don't have money for tickets, Y/n."

"What?"

"Your savings were barely enough to get plane tickets." He paused and shook his head slightly. "And then we didn't even get to use them..."

"How much do we have left...?"

"Maybe 150 USD."

She sighed. "I suppose... We'll have to ship ourselves. In a crate..."

"Don't worry. I've heard of lots of people doing it."

"Where do they go?" Y/n wasn't sure they'd make the trip to Japan, but if these other people had made it...

"I don't know... I never hear from them again."

She looked at him incredulously. "And you think it's a good idea?!"

"Better than staying here and waiting for-"

There was a soft thud on the floor above them, nearly silent. Obviously a trained professional. She hadn't heard it,  and if Minuet hadn't stopped speaking, he would have missed it, too. He pressed a finger to his lips, silencing whatever reply Y/n had been about to make. Her eyes found his, and she could tell he was frightened. But his next words belied that fear. "I think we should try another plane to South America." 

Not knowing what was going on, Y/n was about to denounce this idea, but Minuet made a sideways glance toward the stairs and mouthed, "Illion". She immediately realized what he was doing. 

"Yeah. Or maybe a little undiscovered island someplace." 

He smiled, although he was still very afraid. "Indeed. I think your plan is better. Let's go to the airport and see what flights are boarding." He turned, and as casually as humanly (or inhumanly) possible under the circumstances, he strolled outside.

She followed, trying not to look as terrified as she was. He hailed one of the midnight taxis, and they climbed in and headed off to the docks.

***

Illion stood before her master, who was sitting at his desk. "I don't know where they're going."

"Why did you let them escape?!"

"I couldn't capture them without harm." She maintained her respectful, placid surface. Even if she was a ruthless killing machine, she was still his butler of sorts.

Paris sighed and rested his elbows on the table,folding his hands in front of his mouth, looking more like his father than ever before to Illion. "Where did they say?"

"South America. By plane."

"Who said it?"

"The demon-cat."

"Hm. Tricky devil. I think that's the last place they'd go."

Illion was already on her phone, booking plane tickets. "Of course. Where would you like to go, sir?" 

A/n: SO. I came back to 700+ reads! How? I didn't even expect 100, honestly! As a reward for being so... many..(?) I'm going to try to speed up my update schedule for this book. And... The Paris' father thing is going to have a fairly big part in the plot, so keep him in mind, I guess.

I still can't believe you guys like this. :D Bye for now!