Incognito (SingXReader//A Banana Fish Fanfic)

46: In Requiem

Y/ n, for a while now had been preparing her own gun.

The night had arrived that decides it all. That will end the unbelievable reign of monsieur. Tonight blood will come around again as the remaining members of the gang had loaded their own weapons. And to think that tonight might be her last... or someone else's.

She massaged the bridge of her nose, trying to remove the frustration filling up her entire being. Freedom was what she wanted, with Ash and everyone else. Dishevel the past that they had to serve the devil who have taken away important people in their lives. And once again, the gun in their hands will be the one to decide of its owner's journey, whether to see the light tomorrow or face the darkness of death in their own home country.

She sat by the empty box carrier where the guns had been emptied out. Gun laying on her lap while she peacefully closed her eyes, evident that she was nervous as everyone else despite being one of the most efficient fighter out there. Whether this is good or bad idea, she wouldn't know. They're facing a mafia don and a professional band of mercenary. She gripped the handle of the rifle shakily, hands already feeling numb while her cold knuckles beginning to turn white. One last night... she told herself determined. One last night. Everything will be new by tomorrow.

Afraid, she didn't want negative expectations get to her. Although her what ifs deemed to be the dumbest thing she could think about, it still feared that she'll see all the people here lying dead around her. she closed her eyes tighter, engulfed into the plain sight of darkness, sifting the thoughts she never wanted to have.

With warmth, she stiffens. Her fist was warm, making her open her eyes to meet the raven's dark orbs. Sing looked at her with a peaceful smile. It wouldn't be time to think about emotions tonight, but this little guy smiling at her looked like the angel of her own salvations. Her savior.

"Nervous?" he asked softly.

She sighed, overlapping her free palm on the hand that's holding hers. "Why would I be?" she asked back. "This has been what I was raised to do."

He shook his head lightly. "Once this is over, stop being an assassin, okay? And stop being such a fake miss, everyone will like you better that way." He told her.

"Wow Sing." She blew her cheeks unamused. "What's with the 'farewell advice' you got there. Not gonna die, okay?" she removed her hands off his' putting her hands on both side of his cheeks, squeezing it lightly. Sing simply chuckled and held her hands again while it leaned on his cheeks.

"You know, Y/n. Your dad doesn't approve of us yet." He said.

Now that made her laugh. "Of course, he doesn't. He's my dad, after all."

"And what does that mean?"

"Nothing in particular." She hummed a little. "And once this is over, you'll have to buy me sweets."

Sing was quiet.

"Hey, hamster?"

He didn't respond.

"Sing~"

Now the boy eyed her. Her e/c eyes full of life and expectations of him made him felt guilty. "Well, what would you want then?" he asked. A faint smile escaped his lips.

"How about we try strawberry sometimes." She replied happily.

"That sounds nice."

She didn't know the deal he made with Ash—in fact, nobody in the gang told her anything while she was sleeping. The challenge he asked after all this thing is over. A challenge to fight him to death.

"Hey Sing, once this is over, let's go to school together."

He paused and stared at her. Why the hell is she making things hard to let go. Now he's feeling the fear of dying... now that there's someone expecting him to be there with him after this. "School? I don't think so." he said back.

She pouted. "You're such a little thug."

"That's what I was raised to be." He grinned.

She smiled back. "But... you can change it. Because I'm here."

He hissed. "Tch. That's cheezy." He muttered.

Removing her cold hands from his cheeks, she held back to her rifle. "It's going to be a nice day tomorrow. Manhattan will be a new place for me again." she said.

"Same here." The boy replied. "But it would still remain as our home."

"Home..." she repeated, looking up the sky again.

The moon was full, appearing discretely atop the high buildings of their base, joining into the dim, blinking street lights. It was indeed beautiful. "Hey lovebirds!" a call made both Sing and Y/n turned towards Alex who was waving his gun in the air. "Time to go!" he said.

"Seriously? Just when I'm in the verge of sentiments over the moment towards the moon and stars?" she asked back annoyed.

"Well, you can view that again tomorrow!" Cain shouted too. He was already in the car, specifically on the driver's seat, leaning on the open window while the other hand held the stirring wheel.

She rolled her eyes. "The problem with you boys, is the fact that you don't understand how girls don't want the moment to be destroyed. This is really rude." She jumped off from the box she was sitting in to, walking towards the vehicle while Sing followed. "I'm going to really punish you guys once this is over." She said back.

"Whew. Li'l girl's the future boss of downtown or something?" Cain asked.

"Well, I am the strongest one here—If my father's not a part of it." The girl said back.

"That, I cannot argue." Alex agreed

Cain laughed. "Sing's probably lucky."

The young Chinese looked at the other gang boss in disbelief. "Seriously?" he asked back.

"I won't be running for the position of being the boss. I can't handle ruffians. With that said, I could only handle one." She hooked her arm around Sing's elbow.

The people on the van laughed. "Don't do that, you're making us older people looked single!" one complained.

"Well we all are single." She stuck out a tongue.

"Pretty much." Shorter laughed, rubbing his bald head when the engine started.