Hey everyone! So this story takes place right after the anime ends - I hope you all enjoy and please feel free to review!
The figure was cloaked in darkness. It was probably around 3 a.m. How bothersome, he thought, ducking back behind the wall. It wasn't so much that he was worried about the figure, rather, he was annoyed that they were even there at all. How could they have possibly gotten past security? He wondered and pushed his glasses further up his nose. Guess it was up to him to take care of the situation. How bothersome.
He strode quickly and silently from behind the wall and crept to the side of a bookcase. A faint moon cast just enough light for him to watch as the figure picked something up. It was a candle. A simple, white candle that had been set, unlit on a side table. Curious, he thought, still watching the figure closely. The figure took the candle and stuck it in a side pocket. They then placed something small where the candle had been. With a closer look he saw it was a little paper flower. The figure prepared to leave. Very, very curious, he thought again. Time to make his move.
Sliding out from the shadows, he reached out and grabbed the figure, arm around the neck and hand covering the mouth. Simple, easy, and quiet. He knew he could easily have called the guard, but this was too intriguing. A thief that takes nothing more than a mere candle. Curious.
The thief froze in his arms. He was surprised with how small the thief was. Shorter than him and very slender. He didn't loosen his hold. Time to solve the mystery. For some reason he got a certain amount of joy from uncovering this filthy thief who'd dared enter his home. It was satisfying to ruin their plans.
"Now, you can tell me who you are and what you're doing," he said calmly, voice at a whisper, "Or, I can call security and have you dispatched within five seconds… which shall it be?" He ended with a chuckle and saw just the tiniest twitch of the thief's hand. He waited, contemplating a forceful removal of the thief's face mask. He hadn't seen their eyes yet, but knew that this person was an annoying lowlife. Bothersome.
He sighed and went to turn the thief around so he could see their face. In an instant, the thief had twisted from his grasp, bent his arm painfully and shoved him backwards into the bookcase. Something in his shoulder hurt and he sat dazed. Before the thief could escape, he struck his leg out, ungraceful, but effective.
As the thief fell, he regained his composure, and held the fallen thief down with his foot. Now he was angry. Fury glinted in his eyes and he fought to swallow the rage. Time to end this annoyance, he thought, bending down to remove the black mask.
Two glistening eyes glared up at him, the sharpness to them struck him, but he had no time to analyze it. Just as he'd grasped hold of the mask, the figure had leapt up and pulled him over and down. He landed hard on his back, the wind knocked out of him.
He heard footsteps and then nothing. He winced and sat up, looking at the retreating figure. Long, flowing hair had escaped and was trailing behind the disappearing thief. He looked down at his hand, startled. The black cloth mask was in his hand. Those eyes. Of course, he thought, annoyed at his uncharacteristically slow realization. The thief was a girl.
So what do you think? Who is this strange girl? Please review and let me know what you think - Thanks :)