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47 x teen reader: Learning-Part two

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Author's note...Hitman 2 by lnk110



Sorry about the late update, exams have been killing me…
This is the second part of learning and instead of you learning about 47, he’s gonna learn about you. Your back story basically. And I'm sorry if I got 47’s back story wrong. I'm just going off of the movie and half of Blood money but I had to change it so that it fit into the story anyways. I know the first few parts have been slow but we’ll get to the action soon enough.
Anyways, I'm done rambling, enjoy!

(Reader)

Bright light streamed in through the curtains, forcing you to bury yourself back into your warm blankets, “oh push off…” you mumbled before turning over in your bed.
 It was Monday; it’s officially been a week since you left D.C. And as much as you loved Conrad, did the sun have to rise so bloody early?! Couldn’t it stay down for just a little longer? Sometimes you felt like it’s mocking you, purposely teasing and annoying you.
You groaned and shifted on to your stomach, opening your eyes; you grabbed your phone and looked at the time, 10:07 AM, so it wasn’t that early….Stupid sun, giving you the wrong time.
“5 more minutes….” You mumbled sleepily and then something crawled under the sheets and started purring loudly, it was bloody Cole. “Get off…” He just purred louder and started tugging at your hair and began to knead your stomach, hard. Well let’s just say that really hurt.
“Okay! Okay! I'm up! I'm up! Happy?!” You yelled as you sat up in your bed. He just gave a satisfied meow and jumped off the bed. “Stupid cat…..”
You got out of bed and went through any morning routines before getting dressed. You were wearing a (F/C) color shirt that said “Frankie says relax” (If you get the reference, hats off to you!), a pair of (F/C) jeans (or tights, whichever you prefer) and black flats.
You went downstairs to get something to eat, Cole right at your heels. 47 was nowhere to be seen. You just shrugged and got yourself a bowl of cereal and filled Cole’s bowl with his cat food and began to eat your breakfast.

(47’s POV)

I woke up around 7, I decided to go for a morning and pick up a few groceries while I was out. I checked up on (Y/N), she was still fast asleep, curled up into a little ball with her cat asleep next to pillow. I silently left the house, in a white tank top and black track pants. It was pretty early so the town was quiet and peaceful. I started my run, going through the woods a few blocks behind the house.
2 hours later…
I finished my run, and was heading back towards Conrad. I’ve been growing more and more anxious as each day passes. The organization hasn’t contacted me in a week. Do they know?
I haven’t told (Y/N) anything yet. I don’t wanna scare her. I'm afraid that they will send one of their damn attack dogs after her if they catch wind of the news that I took her. Normally they give me one assignment right after the other, or they send me a contract two days at the latest, Diana hasn’t contacted m



e either.
Maybe I'm thinking into things too much?
I run down, silver street, nearing the supermarket. I stop briefly outside the market to catch my breath. It’s around 9 now. The sleepy town is just waking. I suddenly hear giggling coming from my right. I look up to see two young women sneakily looking at me or trying to at least and laughing excitedly. I sigh loudly this is one of the reasons I hate the main city. I swear if one of them tries to-
“Excuse me?” One those girls just walked up to me, the blonde one. “I just wanna say that you’ve got a nice package, can I unwrap it for you?” she put her hand on my chest and started to move it down but I grabbed it and gently pushed her off with a role of my eyes. Every damn time I go out, someone tries to hit on me.
Anyways, I went in and got whatever we needed and started to head back, keeping my pace to a steady and brisk. Women would stare at me and some made a move to come talk to me but I would just walk away. I even saw a few guys check me out. I never really focused on looks but I've got something that apparently makes me attractive.
30 minutes later…

(Y/N’s POV)

You were in the living room, flipping through the channels, just then 47 walked in looking irritated as hell, it kinda scared you. He looked like he wanted to kill someone. He walked into the kitchen and all but threw the groceries into the fridge. He walked back in and sat down in one of the chairs. You didn't know what was going on but something pissed him off and you didn't have the courage to ask. The guy looked as if he barely had any emotion and seeing him ticked off was pretty new, he was always calm!
You didn't say anything and handed him the remote, opting to play with Cole instead. Better to let him cool off on his own.

(Nobody’s POV)

The day dragged on, (Y/N) read, browsed on her phone or laptop played with Cole and went on a walk. 47 eventually cooled down and told her why he was mad, and (Y/N) just laughed at the situation lightening his mood as well. It was around 8 now. The two of them had had dinner, Chinese takeout (If you don’t like Chinese, change it to something else) and now they again, sat in the living room. (Y/N) was curled up in one of the chairs with a book, a cup of tea and Cole, who was sitting on the arm of the chair, giving himself a tongue bath. 47 was sprawled on the couch watching the news channel.

(Y/N POV)

You were reading, (Book name). it was really interesting and you were completely into it when out of the blue 47 spoke. “Tell me about yourself.”  Your head snapped up. You were caught completely off guard and the question almost frightened you.

(47’s POV)

“What do you wanna know?” I could tell she was nervous, but I honestly wanted to know more about her. “Anything. I just wanna get to know you better that’s all.”
 “Ummm…Well I'm really good with computers. I like cats, or any animal for that matter. My favorite author is (Author name). I was born in D.C, I lived there with my mum and dad until I was seven but then….” She went quiet. This was a touchy subject, I could tell but I prodded her to go on. “One day, I was staying at a friend’s house. It was summer vacation. That day my whole life changed.”
“My friend, (Friend’s name) and I were having a sleepover. I was really excited. You see my dad was cop, a detective, one of the best in D.C. My mum was a lawyer, (even if you're parents aren’t these things, pretend!) they were great. It was the perfect life. I was so grateful for everything. I thought that nothing could go wrong. I was stupid.”
She took a deep breath and I moved a little closer until I was next to her.
“It was around 6 or 7; we were playing in her backyard. She had a big backyard and we were playing hide and seek. It was a lot of fun until her mum came calling and asked me to come to the front door. I saw two officers standing there; I still remember the look on their faces. They were dreading what was gonna come. They asked me to come down to the station with them, said something was wrong. There I saw uncle Carmine. He looked…sad. He was my dad’s best friend and my godfather if anything happened to my parents. He broke the news to me and explained what was gonna happen. I don’t know if I cried all I know is that it was quiet…just…quiet. When I was around 11 or 12. Carmine told me why my parents had been killed. My father was tracking down a drug cartel. It was a big deal. But there were some corrupt cops working with the cartel and they were ordered to take my parents out. They did but Carmine caught them in the act when he went to visit. They were arrested and confessed, in hopes of getting a more lenient sentence. Gave up the cartel and everything. Bastards. I lived with Carmine after that until you came along.”
A few tears went loose. I reached out and grabbed her hand, it was the only comfort I could offer, I never knew my parents.
“That’s all.”
I squeezed her hand. “ they put murderers behind bars, there’s no other way they would have chosen to go.”
She smiled, “you're right, they wouldn’t have.”

(Nobody’s POV)

For the rest of the night, (Y/N) read and 47 watched T.V. (Y/N) felt a little calmer and almost lighter than before as if telling 47 about her parents had lifted a weight off her shoulders. But he understood. He understood what it felt like to be alone. And he would help the girl in any way he could. Because in his eyes, (Y/N) was just a little girl who was tired of being alone and putting on a brave face. He would help her in any way he could. No matter the circumstances. No matter the cost.
Let the ICA come, he would deal with them.
Take (Y/N) away?
Over his dead body.
part 4 of my hitman series. sorry about the late update. ill try to update more frequently. promise! Also i really appreciate the feedback this series is getting, so i just wanna say thank you!!!
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AWESOME!! You wrote amazing story:so original and funny, i'm waiting the third part.