Toris's feet pounded down the stone paved road. "Stop! You theif! Someone help! My money!" a woman cried. She waved her arms frantically and pointed at Toris's now reatreating figure.
Toris laughed. He was never caught. Ever. He took a sharp turn into an ally and pressed his back againts the wall. He was breathing hard, but despite that, he grinned. He didn't like stealing, but he had to. He was poor, and had to take care of his younger brothers.
Speaking of younger brothers, he had to get home! He quickly shoved the money into his coat, and yanked his coat coller over his face. He left the ally and walked speedily home.
Thank God that home is only two blocks away. Toris thought as he walked up to a older looking house, he hurried up the steps and yanked open the door.
Eduard and Ravis looked up from their homework. Eduard narrowed his eyes at Toris, and his eyes fell to the lump in his coat pocket. "What's that?" he asked.
"Nothing." Toris said stiffly. Eduard didn't say anything, and went back to his work. Ravis smiled at him. "Hello brother." he greeted, but his eyes held no freindly greeting.
"Hello Ravis." Toris replied, smiling back. Before anyone said anything else, Toris slipped his coat off and slid into a chair. "How was school?" Toris asked, trying to strike up conversation.
Eduard just snorted in reply. Ravis shrugged. "It was alright." he said.
Toris nodded, "Good. What kind of homewrok do you have?" He asked Ravis, but it was also directed at Eduard. "Math," Ravis said at once, and stuck out his toung. "It's the worst subject ever."
Eduard hesitated, then finally muttered out, "Health."
Toris nodded, understanding that Eduard didn't want to talk to him. "Well, I'll be in my room if you need me." he told them, and slipped into his room.
He sat on his bed. He needed to quit stealing, but, how could he? He'd been doing it for so long it's like a sixth sense. He buried his face in his hands, what was worse he liked the exitement of it. That he could steal and not get caught.
Toris always felt guilty after he stole something, but, he got used to it. He let himself fall on his back and stare at the celing.
Then he heard a knock on his door. "Brother?" Ravis's voice replied shakily. "There are men here that need to see you. Immediatly."
Toris muttered something under his breath, but got up and opened the door. Ravis stood there, shaking. He hadn't seen him shake in a long time. "What's wrong?" He asked sharply. Ravis didn't answer, but pointed at the door.
Toris walked over to the door, and yanked it open. "Ye-?" he didn't even get to finish his question before a loaded gun was pointed at his head, the muzzle of the gun rubbing into his forehead. "Toris Laurinaitis, you are coming with us." one barked in a thick British accent.
Toris smiled a bit. So, I'm finally caught. he thought. "Well?" the first man growled. "Are you coming peacefully? Or do we have to use force?"
Toris held up his hands to prove he was coming peacefully. "Good. Francis, hand me those handcuffs, will you?" the man growled. The second man, Francis, pulled out the handcuffs. As the first man tried to grab them, Francis held them from his grasp. "Aucun Arthur. Let me put the handcuffs on him." Francis said, and grinned pervertedly.
Arthur slapped Francis upside the head. "Shut up. You idiot, I have no idea why Cheif made us partners." he growled, and snatched the handcuffs from Francis's grasp. He quickly took Toris by the collar of the shirt, and shoved him onto the roof of his car.
"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and...How does it go again Fancis?" Arthur asked Francis as he handcuffed Toris.
"Can and will be held againts you in the court of law," Francis finished. "Honestley Arthur, I don't know how you got this job if you don't even know the American saying." he said, and rolled his eyes.
"Shut up Francis." was all Arthur grumbled. Francis opened the backseat door and Arthur shoved Toris in.
Toris looked helplessly at Eduard and Ravis, who were standing in the doorway. Eduard was glared at Toris through the window, his gaze saying It's your fault. What's wrong with you?
Ravis on the other hand was crying. He stared at Toris as tears rolled down his face. Toris hung his head. Eduard's right. It's all my fault. What is wrong with me?
Only then did he notice the car was moving. Arthur and Francis were bickering about something up in front. Toris smiled a bit, despite the situation. They must fight a lot. Toris thought to himself.
Ivan twirled his pencil between his fingers. There was absoulutley nothing to do when other detectives took the feild jobs. The latest one, a minor case, of theivery, was reported by a woman. Arthur and Francis immediatly snatched up the case before anoyone else could.
Ivan looked at the stacks of paper work on his desk and sighed. Well, gives me enough time to finish...some of this cursed paper work.
Ivan sat upright in his chair, and when he was just about to read the first paper, Alfred shouted. "Heeey Iggy! Frannie! I see you caught the guy. Doesn't look like a theif, I see why he got away with so many things."
Ivan let his curiostiy get the better of him and looked at Arthur shoving in a young man. His eyes widened a little, he was...cute.
"Shut up Alfred! My name is not Iggy! It's Arthur. Honestly you brute, where do you come up with these ridiculos nick names?" Arthur shouted at Alfred.
Toris just looked around, he glared at everyone, but when his eyes rested on Ivan, his eyes widened in alarm and anger. Ivan raised his eyebrows, what did he do?
"You! You almost killed me! YOU MURDERER! You BASTARD! You fucking peice of shit!" Toris howled, and struggled to be free from Arthur's grasp.
Arthur's face lit up with alarm. "H-help!" Arthur shouted, and struggled to keep the man in his grasp.
"Whoa buddy! Calm down, what did Ivan do?" Alfred asked.
The Lithuanian didn't answer. "You and my father, with whips. Scars on my back, Why?" Toris muttered, and stopped struggling.
Ivan just stared at him. You and my father, with whips. Scars on my back, Why? the words rang in his head. He didn't even know him. How could he have almost whipped him to death? Then, he remembered something, his father, he went somewhere for a trip, and when he came back, he over heard him talking how he had helped a friend 'take care of a pest'. Was that it?
Arthur and Francis hurried Toris away, and everyone went to their normal buisness, as if nothing happened. Only Ivan stood where he was, shocked. Had his father caused a hatred between him and a man he doesn't even know?