"My name? It's a need to know basis, and I don't think you need to know. All you need to know is one, simple thing: Every action has its consequences. I'm yours."
"...exactly how long have you been practicing that in the mirror?"
"Wh-Minji!!"
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Na...
Narrowing my eyes, I straightened my mask, body tensing as I studied the large man in front of me.
"The Evil Sorcerer. Of course it was you," I muttered with the lowest voice I could muster, face scrunching up into a tight scowl. "Give me back my cape!"
"Why would I do that, when your cape is what gives you power?" The Evil Sorcerer smirked, holding the cape at torso level, which was at least foot taller than me. "Now that I've stripped you of your power, Masked Maiden, I am now free to do all of my evil deeds! It's a paradise!"
Back straightening, I began to laugh, shaking my head as the Evil Sorcerer looked at me with confusion. "My cape isn't what gives me power, idiot. I have the power." Holding out a strong fist, I glared at him. "Now, I shall defeat you once and for all! En guarde!!"
Then, with all of my might, I bolted at the man, pushing fiercely at the bottom of his torso and his legs. The Evil Sorcerer reached down with a battle cry and picked me up, lifting me into the air and throwing me up as I (threateningly, powerfully) giggled. He then made a whoosh with his mouth and ran over to the couch, dropping me on my back and attacking my stomach with tickles. Loud, boisterous laughter emerged from my mouth as his fingers ran across my stomach and up to my neck, and, in reflex, my head cocked to the side as I desperately tried to make the onslaught cease.
"Dad--I mean, Evil Sorcerer, stop!" I yelled through my giggled, squirming in his grasp.
"Never!" He roared, continuing to tickle me, and my laughter grew progressively louder. I could feel the blood rushing to my face from the effort, and my abs began to grow sore.
"Ple-hease! Ahahaha--ahh it hurts! Sto-op!"
The soft, methodic tap-tap of feet against the floor broke through the noise, and a woman entered into the room, arms crossed with a small, amused smile on her lips. The Evil Sorcerer paused in tickling as he looked up, mirroring the woman's smile as he gazed upon it.
"You heard the lady," she said, raising an eyebrow expectingly, and the Evil Sorcerer exhaled, sitting back on the couch.
"I guess you've won this time, Masked Maiden," he sneered, playfully glaring at me. "But I will defeat you next time! Just you wait!" Panting softly, I propped myself up on my elbows, my cardboard mask half-lifted off of my face from the constant squirming. I gave him a crooked smile, tilting my head.
"We shall see." Laughing softly, the Evil Sorcerer removed his own mask, revealing a dark, warm-skinned man underneath with brown eyes that matched his skin tone, and a loving smile that illuminated his face. My father looked over the couch as I fully sat up, meeting my mother's eyes.
"What's up, jagiya?" He asked, setting his mask on the couch beside him, lips curling up into a smirk. I rolled my eyes, and Mom shook her head, smile widening.
"Jagi-yah, Michael, jagi-yah," Mom corrected before walking over to the couch and giving him a wet peck.
"Bleeeh," I groaned, and my mother laughed, placing an equally obnoxious kiss to my forehead. She then straightened, resting her hands on the back of the couch.
"They found the man behind the trafficking. Watson wants us in," Mom said, her expression turning serious. The smile dropped from my father's face at the words, and he quickly stood up.
"Where?" He asked, beginning to make his way over to the stairs.
"Belmont. ETA's about fifteen minutes with traffic," Mom responded, following him to the stairs before turning around to face me. "Are you going to be alright on your own for a couple hours?"
I scoffed. "Uh, duh. I'm almost twelve Mom, I can handle it." Pausing, I bit my lip, looking off to the side for a moment before hesitantly adding, "But, um...do you think maybe I could tag along? Y'know, watch the action?"
"Baby, we've talked about this--"
"I know, but I wanna go too! It's not fair, you guys get to do all the fun and cool stuff and I'm stuck doing boring stuff!" I complained, my bottom lip jutting out in frustration. My parents shared a look, and my mother gave my father a small nod, and he mimicked the action before heading up the stairs. She then walked over to me, sitting down on the couch with a soft sigh.
"Sweetheart, being a part of the FBI really isn't all it's chalked up to be. My work is dangerous. I don't want you to see all that," she said gently, brushing a few strand of hair out of her face. "Trust me when I say you'll have much more fun staying here."
"But," I cut myself off, exhaling loudly. Then, after a small pause, I hesitantly continued, voice significantly softer, "b-but I want to be an agent when I'm older, like you and Dad." Suddenly, my mother froze, and I winced, immediately knowing I was about to be in a lot of trouble.
"Naomi," my mother whispered, and my eyes shot down to the fabric of the couch, suddenly finding the small threads very interesting to look at, and wow, was that a piece of dust?--
"Naomi."
Flinching softly, I slowly began to look up, timidly meeting my mother's dark eyes. Her expression was tightened, her eyes reflecting a deep, unimaginable depth of hurt that shocked me so much that I felt some air forcibly escape my lungs. I swallowed harshly, my throat becoming dry as my mom's clammy hand found its way to my shoulder.
"Promise me you won't ever do what we do," Mom muttered, her gaze piercing. "Promise."
"I-I promise," I voiced weakly, eyes widening slightly. The atmosphere was broken by the frantic sounds of my dad's footsteps making their way down the stairs. Breaking eye contact, I looked over, still shaken by the exchange, to see my father fully donned in his work uniform, holding my mother's. Mom turned back to look at him, and without a word she grabbed her uniform and slipped into the bathroom, door shutting tightly.
It wasn't even a moment later when they left.
That was the last time I saw my mother.
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