"It's been two days...Why did you choose this guy!?"
You exclaimed, looking at Frank. He just shrugs and says,
"I'm sorry, I expected him to be alone. I should've placed cameras..."
He starts to mutter on his own. The two of you were locked in a room, because you two weren't strong enough to kill this guy Frank had chosen. Two days had gone by... Two days.

I hope the kids aren't worrying about me right now...
You keep thinking of a way to escape, looking around to see if there are windows big enough to fit through. You look up, seeing a vent.
That vent might lead outside... I just need something to..!

Light bulb went off your head, you approach Frank and told him your plan.
"We're getting outta here! See that vent? I need you to push me up, I might be able to fit through."
He nods at you, bending his knees down so you're able to step onto his shoulders.
Climbing up, you push the vent carefully, trying not to make any noise...but failed.
You crawl through the vent, trying to see a way out.
Damn... No way out.

You come back to where Frank was,
You whispered for him to come and help you down.
"Hey! Help me down, it's too high!"
He extends his arms towards you, ready to catch you.
You fell into his arms, literally.
Hands around your hips, your hands around his neck. Your eyes lock for a moment.

You could feel your heart beat faster, your cheeks turning red. You let go of him quickly, as he let's you down on the ground.
You never noticed how tall he was, your feet weren't on the ground when you were in his arms.
You cleared your throat, explaining that there was no way out.
He starts looking around with you, trying to budge the door open, breaking and opening the window. But nothing is working, that is until someone unlocked the door.
The both of you look at eachother, confused and on guard.
The door opens slowly to reveal...
No one? Huh...

The two of you reluctantly go out quietly. Searching as to where your items where kept, still confused as to who opened the door.
Frank signaled that he had found something, you approach him and see your items on a table. Grabbing your phones, guns and knives, Frank grabs his briefcase while you wear your black mask.
Frank goes outside the room first, checking the area.
"I found him, he's in the main area. Let's take him out and get out of here."
You nod, he walks in front of you. Noticing he's limping,
He must've hurt himself awhile ago...
You think to yourself, the two of you were filled with cuts and bruises, bleeding very badly. One of your finger might also be broken from punching the guy's face.

Seeing the guy sitting down, facing away from you.
You whispered in Frank's ear.
"I'll go first, you come after."
He covers his ear, shyly and nods.
You slowly approached the man, pulling your knife on him. He reacted a bit too late as you stabbed him on his temple.
"Did he really lock us up and dies that quickly?"
Frank says in disbelief, you laugh.
"Hey, don't tease him bunny. He might come back alive!"
You snicker, getting a notification of you receiving the money. $25,000,000
Frank also grabs some files and an envelope.

The two of you get out, realizing it's a bit far from where either of you live.
"I guess taking the subway won't hurt? And it's pretty late, so there won't be any people I assume..."
"Yeah, I need to treat these wound of mine... And you need to get well too."
Frank says, covering the wound on his shoulder. The both of you make your way to the subway station, hoping there won't be anyone else. But your hopes wasn't fulfilled, eyes follow the both of you, covered in cuts, scars, clothes smudge with dirt. And bleeding out on the floor, you two got inside just as the doors were about to close.
You sit down across eachother. Looking around, noticing people's eyes on the both of you. Probably wondering what happened to you both..
You chuckle softly, looking at Frank, his briefcase close to his chest. He looks at you, as you begin to laugh quietly.
"You know, we really need to get better ways to go home looking like this..."
He chuckled. Nodding at your words, still covering the wound on shoulder, while you rip your sleeve off, tying it around you ankle.
I might have twisted it...

You notice that the next stop is near your apartment, you offered to let Frank stay the night.
"Bunny, why don't you stay at my place? You seem tired and we're almost there..."
"Alright, thank you..."
He gives you a thumbs up,
He has no strength left...
The doors open, the both of you standing up and walking with all your might.
People are still staring...

The two of you are limping, your fingers having no strength left, your knees shaking each step. Your ankle being a pain in the ass, and the small cuts hurts like hell. You look at Frank and he looks like he's ready to just fall down.
"We're here, let's just take the elevator..."
Entering the elevator, you and Frank immediately sat down on the floor.
"It's been awhile since I've been this badly bruised."
"I deal with this 8 times a week..."
You laugh weakly, as he stares at you, with concern.
"You shouldn't make it a habit."
"Dont worry about me, bunny... We're almost there."

The door opens, revealing a hallway. You lead him to your apartment and open the door for him.
"You can stay in my room, I still need somethings to do. You can go ahead and do whatever..."
You point at your bedroom door, he makes his way and closes it behind him.
I could just sleep on the couch...

You take your phone out, checking to see if you have any messages from the kids. And your phone was full of them, missed calls from each of them, hundred of messages. You decided to text them that you're alright, and just wasn't feeling well.
Opening the bathroom door, you take the first aid kit. Treating all your cuts and bruises, wincing in pain, putting bandaids on your knuckles and on your cheek, Bandages on both of your arms.
You walk as your ankle still hurts, you open the refrigerator, wrapping an ice pack on your ankle using a handkerchief.

You check on Frank in your room, you find him already fast asleep, closing the door. Finally setting yourself down on the couch, your eyes begin to feel heavy, as your body gives out and slumps down the couch, falling asleep.

You wake up to some quiet curses in the bathroom. You sit up, remembering that Frank had spent the night, you see him struggling to treat his wounds. You laugh,
"Need some help bunny?"
You ask in a teasing manner,
"Please..."
He says shyly, he gives you the bandages and scissors. You lead him to the kitchen counter,
"Sit."
He follows your command, and you start to treat his injuries. He hisses in pain everytime,
"Stop moving! Or else you might get another injury from me--!"
You look up and realize his face is close to yours. He takes a bandaid, turning around to you again. Carefully ripping the bandaid off your cheek, replacing it with a new one.
"T-Thanks..."
"No problem.."
The two of you back away, slowly. You could feel the heat on your cheeks, you avoid to meet his gaze. Focusing on his bruises on his shoulder, and knuckles.
He inhales sharply as you apply the ointment on his knuckles, his hand squeezing yours.
"I'm not used to this... Being injured and stuff."
"I can tell."
You sneer at him, continuing to apply ointment on his knuckles.
His hands are warm... And rough.
You thought to yourself as you held his hand in yours.

Silence surrounding the two of you, in peace, no disturbance. Just the two of you enjoying eachother's company. But like every good thing, it must come to an end. As you hear the doorknob jiggle, and the door opening wide soon after.

"Y/N! Where have you been?!"

"What happened to you!?"

"Why were you gone for two da--"

You all look at eachother. The kids looking at you and Frank, you and Frank looking back at the kids, with wide eyes.
"Hey... Kids... I just had uh, business and he was there to... Help..?"
You lied, looking at Frank for help.
He nodded, hiding the guns lying on the kitchen counter.
You quickly finish up with Frank's injuries and shove everything inside the first aid kit, including the guns.

Putting it back in the bathroom, you see Frank being bombarded with questions from the kids.

"How do you know Y/N?"

"Do you two work together?"

"Are you guys dating--!"

You cover Tricky's mouth, clearly annoyed,
"Enough questions out of you all! We know eachother from work, and it was different from what we had expected so we got a bit injured."
You push them towards the kitchen, not knowing Yutani stayed behind, looking at Frank and asking in a hushed tone.
"Do you kill people too?"
Taken aback, Frank frantically shakes his head no.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone..."
She runs towards the kitchen, joining you and her friends.

Smiling and laughing with them, Frank feels his heart bounce with joy. Seeing you happy with kids and smiling with them, you lock eyes with him and call him over.
He stands up and sits down by the kitchen island.
"Guys, this is a friend of mine."
"Frank."
He introduced himself, the kids staring at him in awe.
"No, this is not my real voice."
They laugh as he answered a question they were about to ask.
You make them some pancakes, as none of you had breakfast.
You and Frank were busy treating injuries, and the kids rushed over to your place first thing in the morning.

Jake opens his mouth,
"You know, even though none of us are related... You guys are like our parents!"

You started to choke harshly, and Frank had spat out some of his drink on the floor.
You calm down, the both of you looking at eachother.
You look down at your plate, as you were both very red.
The kids laughed, while Jake was confused.

"Why'd you guys react that way? Was it something I said?"
He asked, looking back and forth between you and Frank.

I swear to god... Damn kid almost killed me.