A/N: Hey! Its the Kiwi... The bird not the fruit. This is my first fanfiction ever so it probably sucks... You can flame if you want but warning my temper is... special. (EVIL SMILE) Just kidding. I got this idea from nowhere and I just thought I would see where it takes me. Try it and if you hate it than stop reading.

A FACT ABOUT KIWI BIRDS:

They live in NEW ZEALAND!

DISCLAIMER: There shouldn't be any need for this yet but in honor of later chapters.

I THE NINJAKIWI (995) DO NOT, HAVE NOT, AND NEVER WILL OWN THE PJO, HOO OR ANY OTHER THINGS LIKE THAT THAT HAVE TO DO WITH THIS STORY. I ALSO DON'T OWN CENTRAL PARK BUT YOU GUYS ARE SMART AND PROBABLY KNOW THAT.

1

Aegis

Aegis evaluated his target. A middle aged woman; blonde with prism-like earrings that made tiny little rainbows spill over her trim, white, business suit. She talked into her state of the art cell phone, her faux alligator skin bag hung lazily off of her right shoulder. She strode toward a park-style bench located a few feet off the busy sidewalk. Aegis stealthily followed, always staying back off of the arm containing the purse. Her confident shoulders angled away from the bag. Her follower easily probed her purse as she walked to the bench, examining the contents and anticipating the next move.

When we reach the bench the target will sit on the left side so as to rest the arm holding the phone. As her conversation on the cell has gone on she has become more distracted and aggravated so the steal will be easy. As you sit on the bench she will notice you. Do not run. She will only turn away making it much easier to grab the cash and make a casual retreat.

As he predicted, his target sat on the left side of the bench. As Aegis sat on her right, the woman did notice him. She threw him a perfect-toothed sneer and turned away ignorantly, exposing her purse. With a touch as light as a feather, Aegis grabbed her expensive wallet. Using one hand he pried open the folds and taking $50. Out of this woman's purse, she probably wouldn't even notice it was gone.

Aegis was smart. He would never take more than he needed and never so much that the victim would notice. Ever since he was nine and had run away from home, Aegis had lived on the streets of New York as a pickpocket. Every day he would venture out into Manhattan and take only what he needed, use half of the money for necessary purchases, and the other half he would save hoping one day to buy an apartment in the city.

At least that was the plan. Being one of the most successful pickpockets in New York comes with a price. Every now and then he was bribed into giving his money to others. His attackers, (usually unsuccessful gangs), would take all the money he had on him and force him to go out every day of that week to get more money for them. When he had finally paid up, they would send him on his way. It was give them the money or die.

Even with all this trouble Aegis never minded his life. He had always been special, a misfit. He feels that, in his heart, he was born to be a thief. He loved the thrill of the chase, the adrenaline rush that came with every steal, and the uncertainty of what lay ahead. To you or I who come home to a nice bed every night may not think of these as good things, but Aegis liked to shape his own future.

Pocketing the cash from his most recent project, Aegis walked confidently toward Central Park. Rule one of being a thief is to never look suspicious.

Bored, he sat on a patch of lawn and emptied his pockets.

The pocket in the right front always holds his lighter, pocketknife, and key ring (exactly 47 but who's counting?). The left front pocket holds his twenty double A batteries, cell phone SIM cards, dog collar tags and a piece of modeling clay. His back right pocket only held a locket with the only photograph of his dead mother in it. She had died in a collision with a mail truck when Aegis was 8.

Finally his back left pocket and his pride and joy. In a sandwich bag was 396 postage stamps, his largest collection yet. Since his mom had died from the mail truck crash, he couldn't help but take any postage stamp in his sight. The pocket also held a tiny keychain shaped like a mini high top with wings. He didn't know why but it was one of his favorite things and he thought it was a good luck charm. The last thing in that pocket were two necklaces that had one of those charms that fit together when you put the two together. The charm was an owl. He had gotten it earlier that day and was planning on giving one half of it to his best friend.

Sure that everything was present and accounted for he collected all of his things up and dropped them back into their respective pockets.

Aegis continued his stroll through Central park scoring a watch, 82 cents, and a matchbook. As he reached the more wooded section of the Park, he broke off the path and headed for a tall oak tree. He scurried up into the branches and home. Home was basically a nice sized platform that was wedged in 5 feet above where the branches met the trunk. Half of the platform was covered in a tarp in case of rain. The other side was open to the sky. Under the tarp he kept a sleeping bag and pillow and a cash box.

The box held a gold bracelet, some baseball trading cards and, (including his money from today), $301 as well as some random spare change.

He lay on his sleeping bag for a while, fiddling with his pockets, and thinking. When he got hungry, he ate a dinner of a cold half meatball sub from a random pedestrian's lunch, and lay back down again. The afternoon sun was warm and made him drowsy. He lay there until the sun was set and the moon on its hike up the sky. His eyes started to close.

More than $300 he mused enough to leave and take a bus anywhere else… But Aegis knew he would never leave. Not while Arleigh lived here.

A/N: Ya that's it. You can favorite, or follow, or review. Please. I will try and post again in like the next week or so.

OH crap I forgot. There are weirdish names in this story. AEGIS is pronounced EEE-JIS. ARLEIGH is pronounced ARR-LEE.
Please stay tuned for more chapters... sometime in the near future.

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