Author's Note: This is a story that's going to have BL eventually. Though, it will be mostly plot based! The plot is a modern version of Eternal Sonata and it focuses on the rivalry of Allegretto (Allen Gretten) and Count Waltz (Walter Zenice). This will have Allegretto x Waltz themes.
I don't know how mature I'll make it, so please watch out.
Anyways, please enjoy the story! Get a snack or two and a drink, and have fun!
I made the icon too!

My name is Allen Gretten. Though, my friends call me Allegretto. I'm a teenager, about the age of 16. Though, I'm turning 17 soon. I gotta say I'm excited for that. You know, people will think highly of me because of that. Lots of my friends call me immature. Immature? Tch.

I hope they know they're talking to a thief with a recognized name in the underground.

There's no immaturity when you're a full-time criminal.

As soon as I turned 16, I dropped out of high school. I was constantly picked on. Ha, but I gotta say, I fought back hard. I hated those kids. All of them were so typical.

They shouldn't get so damn cocky.
I'm the best around these parts.

Anyway, as I said not too long ago (if you can remember things well), I'm a thief. Also pretty recognized in the underground where all the criminals are. My style of thievery is non-violent, but I take all of the riches I can stuff in my clothes and arms.
My companion is this poor 8 year old kid I found starving on the street. Who would do that to a kid...? I don't even know. I did feel sympathy somewhere in my heart, and I saved him.

I took him to my apartment that I rented with my riches after I ran away from home. I didn't try to persuade him into the life of a thief, because it's pretty dangerous. His name is Beau Terrence. Though, in our world of thieves, we all have music based names. We call him Beat.
Even though I told little Beau that he didn't have to join me, he constantly insisted. The kid's eight!

Though, behind my back, the little squirt leaned how to use a gun. Hot damn. I'm certainly impressed, because you don't see many child gunmen. Either way, I gave in to his pleas, and allowed him to join my one man band of robbers, and made it a duo.

The year's 2010, by the way. Some pretty cool stuff's bein' created lately. Some Japanese robots that teach kids like a teacher. I don't like to keep up with technology besides my lousy old laptop from 2006. I deal with it, though. I use my computer for keeping up with my old friends (who know nothing of my occupation, of course) and to look up some rad techniques in my job.

But hey, you're probably looking at me like a big jerk right now. I steal stuff, I got a spitfire mouth. You need to keep in mind I saved a kid. You know, I love kids. For all of the kids abandoned in these parts in the orphanage nearby, they depend on me to bring them fantastic meals and toys to have fun with. The smiles on their faces are the only only pieces of encouragement I need to risk my life.
Every hero (or anti-hero in my case) needs an antagonist, of course.

And mine is the big spoiled brat we all call The Count. He inherited his father's instrument making company at sixteen. He manages his business pretty well for a kid. His real name is Walter Zenice, but his codename in our organization of thieves is Waltz, 'cuz he's kind of a sleaze.
I hate his guts. We know him. We know him to the bone. He's the one who makes these kids suffer; living in riches and glutton as they all look at their visible rib cages.

You know what, though? I'm gonna fight hard against him, like I did my bullies. I'm gonna take him down, and he'll be the only person I'll ever kill.
I'll protect these kids for as long as I live, being their modern Robin Hood. I'll destroy The Count and make sure they gain all of his jewels and gold when he's dead and gone.
This is my story.

I woke up on a Friday. Thank God, I don't need to work today. A day where I don't need to risk my life.

Though, by Sunday, I begin to miss the danger. I can be excited to work tomorrow.

But for now, I'm thankful to relax. Maybe watch some television, go on the internet and watch some of my favorite shows, or hang with my favorite kid, Beau.
Speaking of Beau, I was wondering if he was awake. I wonder what he's dreaming of. What a little pipsqueak.

I sat up in bed, rolling my head and groaning as my neck cracked. I stretched and felt my body wake up further more. You know, I love coffee in the mornings. With a little of a hazelnut taste and lot of sugar. I can't stand it if it's close to black in the slightest. Sugar gives me quite the buzz.
Speaking of buzzes, my phone began to vibrate on the side of my bed. "Who needs me at seven in the morning? Ugh..." I immediately thought. Wiping my eyes and fumbling clumsily for my phone, swallowed my funny tasting morning spit, and sighed.

"Hello?" I spoke wearily, scratching an itch near my eyebrow.

"Allegretto? It's me, Lance Darcy."

A thief who's a bit of a lower rank below me.

"Yeah, Lance. What do you need? It's pretty god damn early. You're lucky it's a Friday." I scoffed. My associates are pretty used to my nature by now. Normally I'd be my pretty happy-go-lucky self, but right now, the sun's still risin' for that.

"Waltz is going to make an announcement at the Town Square this afternoon at 6 PM. I just thought I would let you know. Also, sorry I woke you up on the day your period started." he chuckled menacingly and disconnected the call.

Ugh.

Closing my old phone, I decided to go check on little Beau.

Walking over the dirty jungle of an apartment, the television was slightly blaring early morning shows. Wires everywhere and snack packages sprawled upon the floor. I should really feed that kid better.

When I got into his room of the apartment which is also the laundry room, he was all snuggled up and cozy in his sleeping bag. I felt bad giving him conditions like that, but I promise it won't be like that forever. He will eventually get a bed when I can afford it.
Nudging the little guy with my foot, I tried to wake up him up. No avail. I squatted down and shook his shoulder, seeing his soft breathing in his slumber.
"Wake up, Beau. It's a Friday. We still have some doughnuts from Wednesday for breakfast. Come on and get up." I tried to encourage him to get out of his comfy little bag.

"Nnn..." he mumbled softly in his high voice. He was definitely tired. Though we need to get ready for the assault I have planned on fiendish damn Waltz.
We're gonna arrive as normal citizens at his announcement. Watch him come up in his pretty little rich clothes with his nose in the air. We'll watch him as he spouts his lovely little words that hypnotize the simple minded. Knowing him, he'll probably be announcing instrument store somewhere in town, where all of the fellow musicians will clap and be joyous for a store to create music with.

Once he's finished with his speech, I'll appear as a father to Beat and ask him for an autograph. He'll absolutely love it and sign it with a thirty dollar pen and a snobby expression. Then, we'll grab him by the arm and take him away into one of our underground hide outs.

It's a flawless plan.

But first, Beat needs to wake the hell up.

My patience was running thin as I poked him profusively. "Doughnuts, Beat, doughnuts!" I taunted at him.
Then I heard him mumble again.
"Do we have the jelly filled ones...?" he softly whispered to me.
"Yep. Jelly filled. Your favorite." I chuckled at his innocence.
Sitting up almost immediately, he had a bright smile on his face. I could read his mind. He wanted that doughnut like bright-eyed kid in a candy store would want the biggest, most colorful lollipop.

"Give it to me!" he laughed happily in his green flannel and black pants, his coppery ginger hair messy from sleep. He stood up and rushed to our tiny kitchen where I had the doughnuts in a box near the sink.
Shaking my head with a smile, I stood up and went into the kitchen, where I saw Beau chewing away at the jelly filled doughnut, already having a cup of milk to accompany it into the perfect combo. I wanted to spoil him, but it was hard doing that while making sure he was healthy. We're gonna start a diet plan in this house soon.

"How is it?" I asked, tilting my head.
"As good as ever!" he smiled, then frowned almost immediately.
"What's wrong...?" I arched my eyebrows, trying to see what was wrong. Then I thought of what he was thinking right as he said it.
"I forgot to take a picture of it and put it on my blog." he grumbled. "I can't take a picture of a half-eaten doughnut!" Beau pouted like the child he was. I reached over and patted his messy hair, fixing it as I did so.
"You can Instagram it next time you get a doughnut. It'll probably taste even better when you have a memory of it, then."
We both laughed and ate our breakfast.

Several hours later, we had ate a healthy lunch of salads and greens to prep ourselves for our big mission to take down Waltz at once. We trained in our thief underground facility in the training room. My weapon is a pretty old fashioned sword, but it's the best thing I can wield. I get made fun of for it, but hey, you can't complain if I'm one of the best in the industry.
Beau had shot every target perfectly, as expected. The kid was a wonder. I watched as he did so, and my eyes go wide every time. I'm proud of him.
Then the time came. It was time to capture the brat and destroy him for good.

We left the facility with our weapons concealed in bags. Mine was rather large for my medium sized sword, but Beau was easily able to conceal his musket.
It was 5:50 PM. His Majesty would be here soon. We stood in the crowd of fancy musicians. We prepared for the occasion, and dressed up in our finest attire. I was wearing a dark blue tuxedo and black dress shoes. Under all of these fancy clothes, I had on my white feather necklace that I constantly wear for good luck. It was given to me by the girl I like, whom I left behind in my old life.
Her name is Pola Kleine. If I could ever give her a thief name, it would be Polka.
I miss her dearly. I still talk to her occasionally, and I want to hang out with her and confess how I feel. Though, I'm always busy. Once The Count is taken care of, I'll do just that.

In my daydreaming of that beautiful girl, the boy clad in a purple and gold blouse arrived.

His blonde hair shimmered and was lavished with hair product.

We met gazes for a split second.

He gave me the haughtiest smirk I've ever seen, then went up on his pedestal.

The competition has begun.