An Easter egg. Of all things that anyone would want to steal, I wouldn't put an Easter egg very high on the list. Eggs are good and all, full of protein. But eggs are just eggs. Even with a pretty print on them, they are just eggs.

Or at least that's what I thought.

The life of a thief is fairly simple. Never get attached to anything you'll have to leave. Of course, most thieves don't have daughters, but when they do, the same rules apply. That meant either leave them behind or teach them to be the same.

I didn't want to be a thief. I guess I was born into it. It was considered the family business. If I didn't, I'd be alone and a disgrace. So I just went along with it. Instead of going to school, I went around the world, learning to speak in different languages and accents and pulling off cons.

And then we came here.

I was born in Japan, but as the years went by, I became used to being on the move and changing my name and personality. When I got back, I thought I'd melt back into my old self. Maybe I would go to school and make a few friends. Maybe I'd even develop a crush.

Sometimes things just don't work out that way.

I could have been anyone. I had a million fake identities. The only one I didn't have was… my own.

Stupid, I know. You think with my experience I would have discovered who I was by then, but no. The girl with a million different faces… didn't even know her own.

My father had gathered his crew over for a game of high-stakes poker. Knowing them, high stakes could mean anything from one thousand dollars to the Crown Jewels. Usually, I would play along, but most of his crew was awful cheats with severely misleading poker faces.

I decided to step out into the fresh air for a few moments. We lived in a shady run-down neighbor hood, so no one would be truly surprised about a girl sitting on top of her roof. Obviously there were more things to worry about than a fifteen year old girl. Unless, she had a gun, which I didn't at the time. Too messy and much too loud.

"Please, just please let me find myself. I know I'm not Rita Townsend or whoever I was supposed to be during the Bulgaria heist. I'm not a thief, so what am I?" I didn't believe in wishing on shooting star. A star is just a rock that's on fire, fully incapable of granting wishes. But this was desperate.

"Of course. I knew this was stupid. Why would a big ball of gas in space care about someone like me?" I spat. That wasn't me either. That was probably the Russian spy for the Moscow job.

"Meow?" I heard my cat, Ginji, mew.

"Do you know who I am?" I asked Ginji as I scooped him up.

"Mew." I assumed he said, of course I know who you are! You're the one that feeds me!

"Likewise." I snorted. Cats really knew how to sum it all up, didn't they?

Ginji gave me a look that said, well, you're the one who's asking advice from a cat! I sighed. Ginji was right. Asking advice from a cat was even lower than wishing on a star.

Ginji started purring and ran over to the ledge. He must have seen a bird or something. In this family, it would take something very unusual to catch our attention.

"What is it, Ginji?" I asked, stepping to the ledge.

"Mew!" Ginji purred excitedly. He started to paw at the edge like he did when Dad hid something in the sofa.

I peered over the edge. I didn't see anything really, but then I saw it. It looked like an Easter egg decorated with paw prints. I reached for it, but nearly fell of the roof. I grabbed onto the railing before I hit the ground.

"And this is where the training pays off, Ginji." I grunted as I pulled myself back up. I plucked the egg out of its hiding place and looked it over.

"An Easter egg? This is what I almost died over?" I said in surprise.

"Mew?" Ginji slightly shrugged. Shrugged? No, tilted his head was more like it.

I shook it slightly. "Do you think there's something inside? Maybe a diamond or a jewel? A jewel hidden inside an egg? That would be a good tactic if the mark was small enough…" I shook my head. "No thief strategies. Although that's probably a good one."

"Once a thief, always a thief." I heard a voice come out of nowhere.

"Who's there?" I shouted. "I'm armed!"

"Doesn't look like it."

I growled. Why did everyone underestimate me just because I was a girl? Couldn't a girl be holding a weapon too?

"How do you know? I might have something hidden." This was partially true. I had a knife hidden in my jacket. My other jacket.

A boy with midnight blue hair and matching cat ears and tail jumped down from another roof. Was he a cosplayer? And what was he doing over here, jumping off roofs?

He looked me up down and smirked. "No, you aren't." He came closer. "But not a bad bluff."

"My father would be proud." I retorted.

His eyes fell on the egg in my hand. "Where did you get that?"

"Why? I have at least three Faberge eggs just lying around in my basement." I argued.

"Just hold onto that." With that, he disappeared.

I looked suspiciously at the egg. An Easter egg worth more than three Faberge eggs? Interesting.

A/N: Sorry if any of the characters are OOC. I just barely got into this show!