That Time I Was Adopted By An Assassin | SpyxFamily

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The telephone rang inside the Briar residence, alerting the ladies who lived there. The older lady stood up from the couch and answered the phone, " Hello, Briar residence" 

A male voice answered from the other line, " Hey, nee-san. How have you been?"

" Oh, Yuri" 

" How's work going?"

" Don't worry, I'm still employed" Yor smiled, reassuring her brother as she glanced down at the pictures that sat beside the telephone.

" I'm worried about you. You're kinda unusual, y'know."

" How rude. I'm completely normal" Yor pouted, twirling her finger around the wire. 

" How's Clara doing by the way? Can I speak to her?"

Yor smiled and gestured her hand over to the child peeking over the couch. " She's doing fine. She just woke up from her nap. Clara, Yuri wants to talk to you"

Clara Briar, the six year old child of Yor Briar. Clara had an eye catching appearance compared to the kids her age. Her light blue hair tied into two braids reaching her hips with chin length side fringes framing her face, long and thick lashes that made older women envious, and a pair of cloudy pale blue eyes that could be mistaken for white.

Her clothes consisted of a sailor boy's outfit paired with a pair of white thigh socks and black doll shoes. Behind her head was a blue bow she was always seen in.

Clara got off the couch and rushed over to her mom, who handed the phone to her. " Moshi Yuri-oji"

" Hello, Clara. How are you doing?" 

" I'm fine. Clara finished the book you gave" 

" Heh? Is that so? Would you like another book?" 

" Hmm" 

" What kind of book?" 

" Homicide" 

" Ah I see okay- WHAT?!"

"Mama here" Clara ignored her uncle and went back to the living room, before her hot choco cools down.

" W-wait! What do you mean a book about Homicide!?"

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After ending the call with Yuri, Yor walked back to the living and sat beside Clara. What should I do? I need to find someone by the time of the party. If he finds out I'm lying, he'll think I'm a weirdo and a pathological liar, and he'll lose even more trust in me. I need to find someone for the sake of my little brother's promotion and-

' Clara must be happy to have a father, huh?' 

' I'm looking forward to see Clara's daddy~'

" Mama, I'm done" Clara said putting her cup down, snapping Yor out of her thoughts. " Did you finish everything?" She grabbed a cloth and wiped the girl's mouth as she nodded in response.

Yor stared at Clara, who played with a blue stuffed toy with long limbs with yellow hands and feet, and had a creepy wide smile and its beady black eyes staring at nothing. 

As creepy as it was, Yor found its fake sharp teeth adorable so she gifted it to Clara as her first birthday gift. Yuri freaked out about gifting it to a one year old, but Clara seemed to grow attached to it. She named it Huggy Wuggy.

Since she would sometimes leave it on the floor, Yuri's screams would occasionally resonate throughout their house. 

Yor thought about her brothers words, and wondered if Clara would really be happy about having a father. Clara wasn't really like the other kids her age. She was mostly quiet and sometimes keeps to herself so it wasn't that hard for Yor to raise her. 

However, Clara was easily influenced so she picked up some things from her mother. A lot actually. Thus, Yor raised a mini-her. 

Clara was often mistaken for a rich person's child and she was prone to kidnapping, so Yor took it upon herself to teach her self defense, but she ended up training Clara a bit too much. Not that Clara was complaining, she actually enjoyed training with her mama.

As Yor was once again lost in thought, Clara glanced at her from the corner of her eye. Yuri-Oji wants mama to marry so I can have a papa..... I don't want to have a papa. Why have a boring papa when you have a cool assassin mama?! Besides! Papa will just leave anyways....

The telephone rang again, snapping both girls from their thoughts. Yor stood up once again to answer. Clara stayed in her spot, playing with Huggy Wuggy. Her ears slightly twitched when she heard a familiar alias, " Ibara Hime" translation- Thorn Princess. 

Mama has a mission! Where?!- Royal Hotel!!? Room 1307?! Hurry, Huggy Wuggy! write it down!!

Clara turned to her stuffed toy, that began to stand up on it own and jumped down the couch, grabbing the small notebook made for him and began writing. Yes, Yor had somehow made it in a shady ass 'toy' shop and bought Huggy Wuggy.

And yes he's alive, and he moves.