???: This all of them?

A middle-aged man sharply dressed in a black suit is seen standing in front of an open metal shipping container.

Inside, is a group of children in light clothing. All of them are in rough condition, looking like they haven't showered in weeks. The clothes they are wearing were in rough condition, and small rips and smudges of different kinds are seen.

They all are on the ground, trembling, shaking in fear and anxiety, some clutching their small dirty plush toys tightly, some just hugging their knees. None of them had a clue about what the man plans to do with them.

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A fanfiction by: Corrupted839

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???: Yes, sir. Twenty-seven children in total

Standing there beside the man is what looked like a soldier, fully geared in military equipment with no patches labelling them to any nation's military force. In his hands, he is holding an M4 carbine rifle with a flashlight attachment turned on.

???: Good. Load them onto the trucks

???: Yes sir. Everyone, load 'em up!

He ordered and several other men, also armed with rifles and body armour walk into the room and started to drag the children outside as they started to cry, trying to resist, but they were powerless against the group of fully grown men pulling them away under the darkness of the night.

???: I want that one. And her... Him as well

The suited man pointed to some of the kids, and the men followed the order, pulling away those who had been selected out of the container.

???: Remember to separate the boys and the girls. If you're unsure, you know what to do...

Cries of the children continued, screaming in panic, begging to be let go. However, the armed men ignored those cries and continued pulling the children away and putting them into the back of the black trucks parked nearby while the man wearing the black suit only watches with an unchanging expression.

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Based on the anime: Lycoris Recoil

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???: Separate the siblings. There's no place for unnecessary attachments here...

Suddenly, they heard a loud commotion happening and they saw one of the armed men got knocked over by one of the children, who then started to run away.

However, before the kid could get any further, he was grabbed from behind by another soldier who kept a firm hold no matter how much the child struggles and flails his arms and legs around

The man in the suit then walks over, seemingly having taken an interest.

???: He seems like quite the troublemaker

???: Should we kill this one as well, sir?

???: No. I think we should keep this one...

The man knelt down and was face to face with the boy who looked at him back with hatred in his eyes.

???: This is your home now

With the snap of his fingers, the boy was then dragged away, still struggling to escape from the men's grasp as he was thrown into the back of a truck.

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???: We've loaded them all, sir. The ones that are left are in pretty bad shape

The soldier gestures to the six remaining children on the ground, some either missing their arms or legs, some missing an eye.

???: Kill them all. No one wants broken things...

He ordered as he lit a cigarette before walking away without another word. The armed men trained their guns towards the kids, and they started to scream and shriek. However, their cries were cut short and silenced by the sounds of rapid gunshots...

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Corrupted839 presents...

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Lycoris Recoil:
Assimilation

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It was a quiet night at a city in Japan. People were seen in the streets, either going home from a long day at work, going out to eat at the many selections of restaurants offered, or even getting some late-night entertainment, among many other things.

The night was bustling yet calm, people could roam around the city without a worry of their safety. Such as the life in Tokyo, the capital city of the peaceful island nation of Japan.

However, only a few kilometres away, at a secluded old warehouse, the atmosphere wasn't as peaceful...

???: They're here! They're here!

A panicked shout was heard as a man slammed open a door and entered the room with ragged breath and covered with sweat, gaining the attention of the several armed men already in the room.

???: Already?! How many?

???: There's o-

*BANG!*

Before the panicked man could finish his answer, a shot rang out from outside the door, and a bullet went right through his head in an instant, blood splattered everywhere and his body collapsed to the floor to the shock of all the armed men watching.

???: Fire! Open fire!

One of the men shouted and they all aimed their AK-47 rifles and unleashed a volley of bullets blindly in front of them, only knowing the general direction of where the prior shot came from.

Everything in the general vicinity where they're firing was obliterated, the concrete walls were peppered with lead, and the wooden front door was filled with bullet holes.

They kept firing, spraying a full magazine worth of ammunition until each one of their rifles lets out a click, signalling that they're out of bullets and everything fell silent. The men waited in suspense as they went to reload their rifles. They were sure that they've incapacitated anyone that could have been outside the door, however, there is always a possibility otherwise.

???: I... I think we got him-

One of the men's words was cut short as the white fluorescent lights suddenly shuts off, enveloping the room in complete darkness, alarming them as they frantically train their guns all around in a panic.

???: Who the hell turned off the lights?!

???: I don't know! But one of you go and turn it back on, damn it!

All of them were in a frenzy as none of them had a clue where the light switch is, and they could only point their rifles around aimlessly.

*BANG!*

A gunshot suddenly rang out and a flash of light was seen only for a split second, followed by the thud of a body collapsing to the ground, causing the remaining men to open fire in a frenzy, blindly spraying bullets at where the single gunshot came from.

???: Where the fuck is he?!

???: Cease fire, you idiots! You're gonna hit the others!

???: Shit!

*BANG!* *BANG!*

To their horror, two more shots rang out in succession from an entirely different direction, killing two more of the men.

???: You bastard! Die!

One of the men started to fire sporadically, despite the orders not to do so. Bullets were shot all over the place, ricocheting off the walls and hitting other surfaces.

He kept shooting until he finally ran out and he quickly went to reload, however, before he could, he felt something push his rifle away, redirecting the muzzle to the side before a shot was fired, and he felt a stinging pain on his abdomen instantly. Another shot to the head confirms the kill.

???: Shit...

One of them started to run away, hearing several more gunshots behind him as he bolted in one direction, which only puts him more in a panic. However, he didn't get far as one last shot rang out from behind, this time, the bullet hits his back and pierces through his stomach. He lost his footing from the pain, causing him to fall to the floor.

The lights suddenly flickers to life, and the man recoiled briefly due to the intensity of the white fluorescent ceiling lights illuminating the room.

Standing in front of him, a single figure is standing silently, donning a full black military-grade suit and bullet-resistant vest with a night vision goggle covering his face. A single handgun is held in his right hand, the slide is locked in the rear position, indicating that it is empty as fresh smoke is still coming out of the barrel.

The figure stops just in front of him then removes his night vision goggles, and the man was completely shocked to see a young face underneath.

???: You're... You're just a kid...

The boy stayed silent as he drops an empty magazine out of his pistol, the slide locked in the rear position and he loaded the weapon with a fresh magazine before releasing the slide to the forwards position, all in one swift motion, as if he had done it hundreds, if not thousands of times before.

???: Those sick bastards would even go this far?!

The man on the ground shouted in an outrage, however, it didn't gain any reaction from the boy standing in front of him as he then pointed his pistol towards the man's head.

???: Wait! They're lying to you! We're smuggling those children out to save them!

He yelled out, still clutching the wound on his stomach where the bullet had exited, trying to avoid losing too much blood.

Boy: Save your breath. You think I'd believe anything you say?

The boy finally spoke, and he then stomps on the man's body as he knelt down and pressed the barrel of his gun against the man's head.

Boy: You kidnapped those orphans to be sold off to the black market. Scum like you doesn't belong in this world

???: Don't do this! If you take those children, their lives will be taken away! That's the truth about your organization!

Boy: Lies again...

The boy said as he lets out a sigh.

Boy: Once I retrieve them, those children will be protected. They'll be given a home and a better life

The man was filled with fear as from the corner of his eye, he saw the boy's finger slowly pulling on the trigger of his pistol.

???: No... Please!

...Was his last words as the boy had fully squeezed the trigger, sending a bullet straight into the man's skull as blood spews everywhere.

After that, was complete silence, save for the constant hum of the fluorescent tube lights on the ceiling.

The boy got up and engaged the safety on his gun before holstering it on his hip. He then moved a finger up to his left ear, where a tiny earpiece is placed on.

Boy: Mission complete. Requesting a cleaning crew to my location

???: Are the children okay?

A female voice spoke through the communication device in his ear.

Boy: All safe and accounted for

???: Good. Return to the safehouse. I'll brief you on your next assignment there

With that, the communication was cut, and the boy is once again left on his own.

He took a moment to look around and see the results of his work, several dead bodies left scattered around on the floor, lying on their own pools of blood.

He then turns around and walks away silently, leaving the scene behind as he vanishes into the night...

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