Tactical extraction

Reader pov


When we got back from F/R, Kiyoko unceremoniously dumped her jacket on the couch. She'd insisted we match outfits as much as possible, but I, being slightly more uncomfortable in the Shimizu home, folded mine and neatly placed it on the couch next to hers. Asiko guided me to the bathroom and told me to brush my teeth, which I did, but I soon heard muffled shouts from the living room. 


The family seemed the type to be pretty peaceful, but I didn't want to be too invasive. I just stayed put in the bathroom, then immediately headed for Kiyoko's bedroom. A moment after entering her room, I heard a knock from the window and a faint scream from the living room. I opened the curtain and with great shock, I saw Hawks hovering outside the window. I slid it open, but he grabbed me and flew off before I could say a word.


Hawks pov 


~~Three Minutes Earlier~~


I was just doing my night patrol as usual when I picked up voices on the feather I'd given Y/N. I tuned in and did not like what I heard. Someone who sounded like Asiko was shouting, "He knows! That damned bird knows! We need to get out of here!"


The girl, Kiyoko, protested, "No he doesn't! If he did, he wouldn't have let her stay here!"


There was a loud crash and Kiyoko squealed, then Asiko snarled, "You heard the bitch, he's only been on my case for a day or so and he's already tracked down my neighborhood! It's only a matter of time before he finds out who I am! Come on, say it! Who am I, Kiyoko!?"


Kiyoko sounded like she was struggling, then begrudgingly said, "You're the Cutter, mum, I know. But Y/N isn't like that! I'm sure she'd understand!"


Not even a second later, I was shooting towards Western Musutafu, hoping I got to the Shimizu house in time. Even as I flew, my feather picked up stomping and a grunt, "Let go of me! I need to take care of her right now!"


Kiyoko screamed, then something hit the ground hard, presumably Kiyoko, "W-wait! She's my only friend! MUM!!"


I quickly located the room Y/N was in and knocked on the window. When she opened the window, I was so relieved I almost fell out of the sky. Just as Asiko, with katanas already forming in her hands, opened the bedroom door, I grabbed Y/N and flew away with her.


Strangely enough, I heard some faint shuffling around my feather, then Kiyoko whispered, "I protected her for now, Hawks, but I won't be able to in the future. Please, I beg of you, let my mother go! She's done nothing wrong!"


Unfortunately for the Shimizu family, I couldn't do that. But I still made the feather bob up and down. Kiyoko, seeing it as a sign I'd agreed, burst into tears, "Thank goodness."


I heard a loud whistle from the feather, then lost connection. I groaned, the feather had been destroyed, cutting my audio from the Cutter's house. When I finally landed on my apartment's balcony and released Y/N, she started yelling at me, "Hey! What was that all about!? We were having fun!"


I explained the situation really quickly, then expressly told her never to talk to Kiyoko again. She begrudgingly agreed, but it seemed like she was only doing it to get me to shut up. Teenagers these days.


Reader pov


The next Monday, Kiyoko gave me the stuff I'd left at her house and I took it home. My father gave me a disapproving look, but I ignored it. Kiyoko's mum wasn't a villain and I'd just have to prove it to him! I happily made all sorts of plans to prove Hawks wrong, humming a merry tune as I did so. Hawks chuckled, "Well you're in a mighty fine mood, aren't you?"


I shrugged, "Of course I am! I'm just thinking about how I'll show my favorite cannibal that my best friend's mum isn't a villain!"


His face hardened, "Y/N, I thought we talked about this. You absolutely cannot get involved with them anymore!"


I rolled my eyes, "Sure sure."


He groaned, "Damn you, Y/N. Damn you and your stupidly big heart."


I stuck my tongue out and marched back to my room.


~~Timeskip~~


I had to be especially careful around Kiyoko, making sure Hawks didn't know that I was still her best friend. She appeared to be in a similar predicament with her mother and we often shared a laugh at how much our guardians didn't want us to be friends. However, one day, a serious expression came onto Kiyoko's face, "Y/N. What would you do if my mum was actually the Cutter?"


I laughed, "That's absurd, she-"


Kiyoko sharply cut me off, doing a full 180 from her usual demeanor, "I looked it up. The Cutter killed your parents."


I felt like I'd been punched in the stomach, "What?"


She glared at me coldly, "If my mum was the Cutter and she'd killed your parents, would you hate me?"


I shook my head, "It's just hypothetical though, right? Of course I wouldn't hate you! Even if she did, the sins of the mother aren't the sins of the daughter!"


She chuckled, "Yeah, I suppose you're right. Hey, wanna go shopping with me after school today?"


I readily agreed, wanting to mend the rift we'd opened up as soon as possible.


~~Timeskip~~


The end of school couldn't come fast enough and I was excited, yet nervous, to do something without my dad knowing. Kiyoko reassured me, "Don't worry, you'll be able to say you missed the first train and he'll believe that's why you're late!" 


Feeling much calmer, we walked towards the shipping hub. We had just passed by a closed convenience store set to open in an hour when my phone buzzed. I'd only seen that the message was from my dad when Kiyoko bumped into me. 


My phone flew out of my hands and landed right in front of the store's sliding doors. However, there was a ramp down right at the entrance and my phone slid right down it, passing under the bristles of the sliding door and stopping well out of reach. Kiyoko groaned, "Damnit, I'm so clumsy!" 


It'd fallen screen down, so I couldn't read the message anymore anyways. An idea came to me and I stuck my fingers under the door about to create a thread to my phone when Kiyoko stopped me, "Wait! I think I know the store owner! Let's go ask him!" 


Relieved to hear a slightly less illegal option, I agreed and followed Kiyoko deeper into the city. 

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