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petri808 · 8 months

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This might be a bit cliche, but #38 (helping a lost child find their parent) would go so well with Twiyor with one of them helping Anya find the other and meeting for the first time.

“You help a lost child find their parent together.”

There’s nothing cliche in fan fic lol and bet ya didn’t expect this plot lol

When the jingle, jingle bell sounds, the staff of P.I. Ohana Cafe instinctively look towards the door to see who’s arrived. The chef peering through the kitchen cut out window goes back to work, while the lone server, Yor Briar smiles at the customers. It’s a medium-sized diner, clean but a bit outdated, yet a homey and comfortable place that’s been in business for 44 years. There are a lot of regular customers thanks to popular meals of which the recipes have not changed over the years. They’re also used to serving many unfamiliar faces since they’re near the edge of the city. Often people passing through and stopping for a meal or getting a quick snack for the road. All the different faces make the job less mundane. Now, of the two dozen booths and tables only three are in use since it’s the slow period after the lunch rush and before dinner.

“Please, follow me,” Yor gestures and guides the tall male and young female child to an open booth, noting an odd feeling creeping along her skin. There’s something strange about the pair of newcomers that she can’t yet figure out, but the man’s grip on the girls hand looks unnecessarily tight. Yor starts to place the menus across from each other as most will sit in that configuration, but immediately stops mid-way when the male joins the child on the same side. How odd, she notes, but it is a young girl of maybe five or six, so perhaps it’s to keep her from playing around. With the menus provided, “I’ll be back in a couple minutes to take your order.” As she walks away, the man gruffly thanks her.

It’s her general practice to give the diners around 5 to 8 minutes before checking on their order, so Yor simply goes back behind the counter to wait. She tries not to stare but can’t help wondering who the pair are. The male is an inch taller than Yor, wearing jeans, a gray oversized sweatshirt with hoodie, and a baseball cap pulled low on his forehead. He has brown eyes, she can’t see hair color well, maybe a brown or dirty blonde based on the few left un-buzzed by his nape, and tanned skin as if he works outdoors. Just a normal looking male of maybe his late 30s. The problem for Yor is with his behavior. His expression the entire time has been negative, with a ‘don’t bother me’ scowl plastered on his face, and when he speaks it’s low and curt. If this is the child’s father, the poor girl…

Yor takes them glasses of water, providing the child a straw to make it easier to drink. She then moves through the dining room checking on the other tables, most of whom are almost done eating before returning to the counter. There are many little jobs to do during down times, so Yor works on restocking condiments and utensils, things to prepare for the dinner rush. It’s also helpful to distract her from the strange pair, because every so often the child will peer through the edge of her bangs straight at her, and each time their eyes meet, Yor’s heart sinks. Seeing her sit there with her head down most of the time, never smiling, with a dull, lifeless look in her eyes. The child’s green eyes are like emeralds that have lost their luster and her vibrant pink hair doesn’t match such a sullen expression.

“Have you decided?” Yor asks the man who just nods. “Then what’ll it be hun?”

“For me, a Salisbury steak with mash and potato salad instead of leafy greens, and for the girl, a child’s chicken nugget meal with fries.”

“Anything else to drink, or are you okay with just water?” Yor questions.

“I’ll take a coke and give the kid punch,” the man responds, “or pineapple juice if ya got it.”

Yor puts on a smile as she confirms their order. “Okay, so one Salisbury steak with mash and potato salad, one chicken nugget with fries, a coke, and a punch ‘cause we don’t have pineapple. Anything else?” When the man shakes his head no. She rips the order sheet from her book to give to the chef. “Coming right up, sir.” As she turns to leave, Yor notices that the child’s glass of water is already half empty. Hmm, guess she must be very thirsty she thinks.

When Yor returns with the coke and punch, she also refills the glass of water. The meal takes around 10 minutes to prepare. In the meantime, Yor putters around the counter, ringing up diners that have finished eating, then cleaning up the tables and resetting them for the next customers. Another couple comes in, so she seats them, then a woman comes up to the counter to order take out. In about another hour this place will be at least half full. A second server is scheduled to come in very soon.

When the chef calls out the orders, Yor picks them up and takes them to the strange pair. She places the corresponding plates in front of who ordered it, then adds a couple extra napkins to the table for the child. Just as she’s leaving, Yor’s brow twitches and slightly furrow in confusion at seeing the half-empty water glass again. Note to herself to bring the water pitcher back around in a few minutes.

Time slowly ticks by to the sounds of a restaurant. The radio is playing some country music CD the chef insists on listening to with the volume just loud enough to not restrict the diner’s conversations. Whooshing sounds of refrigeration units and the air conditioner mix with sharp clangs from utensils hitting ceramic plates or bangs from pots being dropped. The couple who recently arrived as well as the other diners are quietly conversing between each other. In fact, the only quiet ones are the strangers hunching over their plates with the man gobbling up his food at a medium pace.

Suddenly, with her back turned, Yor hears a hushed argument coming from the strangers table and turns to see what is going on. She can see the girl fidgeting in her seat and talking to the man who sounds annoyed with her, gesturing and pulling back his fist from hitting the child. The man then swipes his hand down his face in frustration, scoots out from the booth and yanks the girl out too. After quickly scanning around, he starts heading towards the restrooms.

Oh, no, no, no! Yor drops what she’s doing and races over, cutting him off as he’s about to walk into the men’s room. “Sir! You can’t take a girl into the men’s room, that is highly inappropriate!”

“But she’s gotta piss,” he growls low and pushes forward.

Yor holds her hands up and takes a solid stance with one leg slight behind the other. “I will not let you do that…” and just as his mouth opens to retort, she cuts him off. “Since I’m a woman, I can take her to the women’s restroom for you.” Her stare hardens, looking straight at him. “In fact, I insist.”

The man looks around nervously as he tries to decide what to do. At the same time the little girl’s squirming is getting worse and she’s begun whining too, gaining a few judgmental looks from the other diners. As much as he looks like he doesn’t want to let Yor take the girl, he also doesn’t want to attract any more attention. “Ugh, fine!” He grumbles his growl and lets Yor take the child’s hand. “I’ll be waiting right here, so hurry up!”

“Yes, sir,” Yor grits a smile and quickly hustles the girl through the doors.

First things first, Yor allows the girl to run to a stall and helps her to sit properly on the adult-height toilet. Once the child finishes, she takes the girl to a sink and turns on the water almost full blast but doesn’t help her wash her hands. Instead, she kneels and places her hands on the girl’s shoulders, whispering. “Are you okay?”

The child shakes her head no and whispers back. “The man took me from the store, wea I’s with my papa.”

“Oh, my!” Yor’s hand flies up to her mouth in shock, then quickly regains her composure. “Okay.” She again puts her hand back on the girl’s shoulder. “I’m going to go out, and as soon as the door closes behind me, lock it.” She points, “you see the lock? It should be easy for you to turn. Can you do that?” The girl nods her head as moisture has glazed over her vision. Yor hugs the girl tight. “Don’t be afraid, it’s gonna be alright now, you’re safe.”

Two loud knocking bangs sound from the door. “Hurry up!” A male voice yells.

“Finishing right now,” Yor responds to him as she turns off the water. She then questions the girl, “ready?”

“Ready,” the child nods.

After making sure the child can reach the lock, Yor leaves the room, immediately placing her back against the door, and her body between the restroom and the man. She sees the expression change on his face once he realizes something is wrong, and once they hear the quick shuffle and click of the lock inside, he snaps.

He makes a move forward. “What the fuck are you doing! Give me back my kid!”

But Yor stands her ground, taking a solid off-center stance with one foot slightly back as a brace if he rushes her. Her head lowers slightly, glaring through her lashes with piercing ruby eyes burning with malice. With her hands up in a boxer’s defense pose, “You kidnapped the child so no way in hell I’m letting you take her.” She also sees her coworker has arrived and yells for her to call the cops.

The few diners in the restaurant have gathered near the entrance as they watch to see what will unfold. Millie, the second server is on the phone and yells to Yor. “They’re on their way!”

Realizing that he better leave immediately, the man turns and runs for the front door.

“Oh, no you don’t!” Yor screams and grabs the back of the man’s hoodie to pull him back.

He growls and spins, throwing a straight punch as he turns, which Yor sidesteps just in time, but consequently loses her grip on his hoodie. The man takes advantage of her being off-balance, shoving her away into a booth where she hits her back on the edge of the table, then immediately sets off towards the door again.

Now Yor is furious! With a lioness’s roar, she lunges at the man and jumps onto his back, quickly cinching her legs around his waist and wrapping her arms around his neck attempting to do a choke hold. She has her left arm around his neck with his throat pressed into the crook of that arm, and her right hand grabbing onto the forearm of her right arm while that arm pulls backwards to tighten the left arm against his throat. He’s doing everything he can to break the hold she has, clawing at her hands, arms, face, and pulling her hair, he spins around, fumbling, and bumping into tables, chairs, and counters. It’s enough to keep Yor from making the choke hold tight enough.

By now, the fight has moved into the lobby of the restaurant. The diners have gone outside along with Millie and locked the front door. Matthew the chef has also called out to Yor that he’s found some twine if the kidnapper can be subdued.

Tired of dragging this out, Yor jumps off his back and takes a position between him and the front door. She squares up, smiling and gesturing at the man to come at her.

“Fucking bitch!” The kidnapper takes the bait and launches forward, throwing straight or overhand punches with all his strength. Yor starts on the defensive, jab, jab, sidestep, upper cut, jab, hook, moving and shifting to avoid his hits. With each round the man’s retaliations are growing sloppier and sloppier in anger as he tries to use his strength to counter his lack of skills. Jab, jab, sidestep, tap, and push, causing him to stagger briefly and roar, rushing back with another jab that’s easily avoided by Yor who lands another staggering punch to his jaw. Stunned for a second, the man is unsteady on his feet. This is exactly what Yor is waiting for. She sets up, staggering her right foot back and planting her left leg, then quickly pivots her left foot and swings her right leg, raising it up, and connecting the top of her foot to his cheek and jaw in a roundhouse kick. The amount of power Yor put into her pivot and snap kick sends the man flying backwards. The back of his head bounces off the carpet with a thud and knocks him out.

That’s when Matthew rushes over with some twine he’s pulled off a burlap sack in the fridge. It isn’t the strongest, but it’ll be enough to hold the man until the cops take over. They turn him over and tie his wrist together behind his back. “Whew, Yor,” the older Matthew uses the counter to help him stand back up. “I see you still remember your martial arts stuff.”

“It’s been a while,” Yor laughs a bit as she’s still catching her breath.

Now that the man is subdued, and she hears sirens in the distance, she leaves the unconscious man with Matthew to tend to the little girl. Yor knocks on the restroom door. “You can come out now. The bad man can’t harm you anymore.”

“You shuwa?” The girl questions.

“Cross my heart.” Yor responds.

At the click of the lock, the young girl peers around the door first, then upon seeing only Yor, runs out and hugs onto the waitress. Yor kneels and hugs the girl back. Tears finally burst free now that the weight of fear falls away in the arms of her savior. “Thank you, thank you,” the girl repeats. “I was so scared…” she mumbles into Yor’s chest. “So, scawaed I won’ see papa again.”

“Shhh,” Yor coos as she gently rubs the girls back and holds her tight. “You’ll be okay now. The bad man is going to jail where he can’t hurt anyone again.” She pulls away to give the child a once over. “Did he hurt you, do anything to you?” The child shakes her head no. “Thank goodness.” Yor breathes out a sigh of relief that the man hadn’t yet done anything to the child. “What is your name?”

“Anya.” The girl responds. “I’m fou,” she holds up her fingers accentuating her answer. “What yow name lady?”

She smiles. “I’m Yor, Yor Briar.” Hearing commotion, like sounds of the police having arrived, she picks Anya up and walks closer to the front of the restaurant. They stay at a distance just watching the officers as they wake the unconscious man up and move him so they can put the hand cuffs on.

“How come he’s sweeping?” Anya asks Yor.

“Um,” Yor thinks for a moment of an appropriate response. “He tried to get away, so I stopped him by knocking him out.”

Anya’s eyes widens as she exclaims with excitement. “Like a supahewo?!”

Yor laughs, “me, no, I just know martial arts.”

Anya looks confused for a second before it clicks. “Oh! Like Kung Fu Panda!” The child giggles. “Your Tigress!”

Heat blooms across Yor’s cheeks. “I-I don’t know about—” But her words cut off when Anya squeals and she follows the child’s gaze to the front door.

“Papa!” The child points excitedly at a man who just walked in. “Papa!” Once the blonde male is within six feet, Yor puts her down. She races over and jumps into his arms. “Papa!”

“Anya!” The man hugs her tightly as tears flow down his cheeks. “Anya, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry he took you! Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, papa! I sowee I didn’ lisen too.”

The man pulls back to look her in the face. “It’s not your fault,” he corrects her. “It’s mine. I should’ve paid more attention, so don’t think you didn’t anything wrong, okay?”

Anya sniffles and nods her head. “Okie.” She then turns her body in Yor’s direction, pointing as she speaks with enthusiasm. “The lady saves me from the bad man. She’s like Tigress,” Anya punches the air with both hands. “Made the man go sweep!”

During the father daughter reunion, Yor simply stood by quietly and relaxed with her hands clasped in front, smiling at the beautiful scene. Her own childhood had not been an easy one either, having lost her parents in an accident when she was twelve and having to help care for her younger brother who was only five at the time. They were eventually adopted by a nice family, but the whole event made her value family and life even more. So, to help save this little girl is the best feeling in the world. What an adorable family, Yor thinks as she watches father and daughter talk. Anya’s father is taller by a foot than Yor with blonde hair and eyes like the sky on a sunny day, wearing a beige suit and holding a fedora under one arm. Quite handsome, she notes as the thought makes her skin flush a little. Handsome father and his adorable daughter. She wonders if Anya got her hair color from her mother… ‘Made the man go to sleep.’ Yor suddenly hears and snaps out of her reverie, immediately realizing both father and daughter are staring in her direction. “Huh?”

“Wite Yow?” Anya asks excitedly.

“Oh… W-Well,” Yor blushes fiercely, waving her hands as if to wipe away the flattering comments. “Anya was the smart one by drinking so much water she had to go to the restroom. It gave me a chance to get her away from him safely.”

“Is that so,” the man asks his daughter, while still staring at Yor with a hopeful smile.

Anya nods her head with a satisfied umpf. “Yup, Yow kep lookin’ at me weiw’d and my head say get attencion, so I dwinks till i gotta pee.” She then suddenly states matter of fact. “Papa, can we keep her? She’s so kewl, can we?”

Now it’s his turn to grow flustered, rouge alighting his cheeks. “It’s not that simple,” he tries to explain. “We just met and don’t even know each other’s names.”

“Yes, it is. Papa, this is Yow Bwia,” she then turns to Yor, “Yow, this is my papa.” Anya confidently explains. “See?”

The man chuckles and puts Anya down to apologize to Yor. He takes out a business card, handing it to the woman as he introduces himself. “I’m Doctor Loid Forger, and you are Yor Briar, is that correct?”

“Oh, yes,” Yor smiles nervously as she’s still processing Anya’s statement. “That’s me. I-I hope your wife doesn’t get offended by such a remark?”

“She won’t,” he assures, “because she passed away when Anya was two from cancer.”

Yor’s hand flies up to cover her mouth in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay,” Loid assures, reaching up to take Yor’s hand away from her mouth to show she need not be embarrassed. He then turns it over and places a chaste kiss just over the knuckles. “It’s nice to meet you, Miss Briar.” Picking Anya back up, he turns to his daughter first. “It appears the restaurant will close for the evening, and they’ll interview you in the morning. You two must be hungry, shall we go get something to eat?” After his daughter nods yes enthusiastically, Loid turns to Yor. “I’d love to thank you for saving my daughter today and perhaps,” an amorous smile takes over his expression, “get to know you better.”

“Pweeze!” Anya squeals. “You can tell me more ‘bout how you stopped the bad guy!”

Oh, that’s a cunning blow! Now how can she say no and make Anya sad. They’d just gone through a traumatic experience and yet— this is truly an ending no one could’ve seen coming. Yor quietly smiles and nods despite a roiling excitement bubbling under the surface. “I’d love to join you too.”

#spy x family #twiyor #twiyor fic #modern au #not canon compliant #child abduction

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