Chapitre 1: Prologue I
Amidst the icy mountains of Russia on a tranquil night, peace is a foreign concept for one man.
-TUTUTUTUTUTU!
A man wearing a mask and a wig is tearing through the streets in his sleek black 911 Porsche. But he's got some serious company - a convoy of beefy SUVs is hot on his tail, unleashing a hail of AK47 bullets at his ride. The good news? They suck at shooting.
"Goddamn, persistent bastards," he mutters.
With a swift flick of his fingers, he drops the car's gears and yanks the wheel hard, executing a mind-bending maneuver that sends his Porsche careening around a tight corner.
-Vroom! Vroom!
The throaty roar of his car's exhaust is music to his ears as he drifts along a narrow cliffside road. Yet, those SUVs are still doggedly chasing him.
Like a scene from a blockbuster flick, a small explosive device emerges from the emblem on his car's rims just as it skids around a turn.
-Kaboom!
The lead SUV flips in mid-air, an explosive spectacle of twisted metal and mayhem as it collides with its partner and takes a nosedive off the cliff.
Epic.
"Ain't that a sight," he mutters, calm as a cucumber, as he pops open a briefcase with one hand. That sleek box contains juicy tidbits of dirty laundry - bribes, murders, corruption, the works.
"These idiots couldn't even stash these papers in a safe. They're practically begging for trouble," he chuckles, shedding his disguise as he guns the engine.
"That guy's wife, though... Smoking hot milf. Missed out on some action there. Damn plot twist," he mutters, his foot jamming the pedal as the engine roars in response, gears shifting up.
In the rearview mirror, you catch a glimpse of a good-looking twenty-year-old guy.
He's decked out in a sharp suit, silver hair, piercing crimson eyes. His face, a mix of Russian and a few Asian features exudes dangerous air around him. Beneath that tailored exterior lies a well-muscled body marred by battle scars, a testament to a life less ordinary.
"Seventeen years of this shit. Can't believe I woke up in this mess. No chance to even meet my new mom, forced to play the villain in my own damn Bond movie," he grumbles, eyes narrowing into a dagger-like glare, his gaze fixated on an unjust past.
What's his deal, you ask? New mommy issues, that's what. Let's rewind, shall we?
Turns out, he's a reincarnated soul in this twisted world, denied even a glimpse of his parents' faces. He popped into existence as a three-year-old on a plane. Life seemed oddly generous at first until a baby-sized oxygen mask slapped onto his baby face as the pilot soothingly announced the catastrophic loss of both engines.
"Captain here. We've lost an engine or two. Please fasten your seatbelts. Leave the flying to us," he recalls with a frustrated sigh. Damn smooth-talker. The plane met a fiery end, as predicted.
Survival of the fittest kicked in. A criminal outfit scooped him up, a lucky find among the wreckage. And guess what? The world at large presumed him grizzly chow. Nobody gave a damn about his little ass.
This nameless man is renowned only by his underworld code name, 001.
A damn cool handle, sure, but his life's a mix of suave Bond and dumpster fire. He's got the looks to charm the pants off a nun, bedding chicks, and married dames left and right. But deep inside, he aches for normalcy.
-Ring! Ring!
[xx-xxx-xxx-xxx]
HUD blinks, displaying an unknown, encrypted number. He answers, nonchalantly.
"Sup?"
[Hey... um, is this Yanagi Minoru's line?] The voice? A high-pitched chirp, Japanese origins for sure.
Who the hell is Yanagi Minoru? He wracks his brain. Oh, right. One of his aliases, maybe? a favor for his flings, a secret hotline for cash requests.
"Sure thing."
[Long time, Minoru-kun. It's Hoshino Ai. Ring a bell? Your ex.]
Bam! Recognition slams into him.
He remembers her, alright.
Four years back in Japan, an idol on the rise.
He crossed paths with her backstage at some company event.
His target was a big-shot congressman, and once he was done with the mission, cue the classic run-in with a girl. So, just because she's cute, he decides to mess around with her, of course, the girl was totally up for it too.
They're both the same age, which makes it even better—a one-night stand kind of deal.
But he always had this feeling that her name and face were like echoes from a past life, though he couldn't grasp much of it because of his messed-up existence as a hitman, constantly hounded by shadows.
The memories flood back, and he grins.
"Long time indeed, Ai. How's life treatin' you?"
[I'm good, Minoru-kun. But why's it been a hassle to reach you? I couldn't dial your number all this time until I found this old flip phone with only one digit in its contacts.]
Naturally, he'd given her that phone for emergencies during his Japan stint. Can't just leave her hanging after a night of fun, right?
No runaway dick in his dictionary. Handled his business, and gave her reassurance. But being the ultimate control freak, he always kept a safety net; It's a condom.
"Of course. That phone number was my lifeline for a week when I visited Japan. Figured I'd pass a new one in case you needed something."
He's also curious about her persistent attempts to reach him.
[Haha~ I was so silly~ Here's the thing, Minoru-kun. I've got twins, and they're almost four. Yours too! Wanna meet them?]
-SQUEAK!!!!
He stomps on the brakes. The car screeches to a halt. Eyes like saucers, he processes her words.
What in the hell did she just say?
Twins?
His?
"Could you say that again?" he stammers.
[Sure thing~ Twins. I had 'em. Ours~! Are you up for a family reunion?]
He exhales, incredulous, and finally manages to muster a response.
"Alright. Hang tight! I'm on my way."
Looks like it's time for him to ditch the code name 001 and step up as a good daddy.
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Just jotting this down for fun, since I've hit a wall with ideas. By the way, what's your take on Hoshino Ai and the twins, with a 'Spy x Family' vibe?
MC's pic.
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