meh...I have absolutely no idea what to title this... Anyways...this idea has been bugging my head for a little while. It came up when I was thinking about Oliver Twist and Sweeny Todd. (though there's no killing/blood/crazy barbers in this.)

Disclaimer: Anything related to KH doesn't belong to me.


It was gray times in 19th century London. Everyday seemed kind of dead and boring. Almost every "busy" person always walked along the same route talking to the same people, going to the same destination, everyday.

One dull day, a young man stepped outside of his house to go to the marketplace. The young man was quite short for a 20 year old. His lilac hair was short, except for his long bangs, which hung over his right eye. As he walked down the side of the dirty cobblestone roads, he pulled his cloak over himself. The cloudy day only supported the monotone feeling of the town.

When the young man arrived at the market place, the crowd already pushed him around. Too many people were moving about as everyone was trying to shop for food. The young man, with his form, failed to fight his way through, so he just went with the flow until he was thrown into the right vendor. "Can I have some eggs, please?" The young man asked politely, as he took out some of his money from his pocket.

Suddenly, the young man was bumped really hard from behind. He almost fell onto the merchant's stall.

"Oh, sorry, sir." A small voice squeaked.

The young man turned to see a boy, with a dark green cap, pass him and go in to the crowd. "Stupid kid."

"Uh sir…." The merchant pointed out. "You just got pickpocketed."

"What!?" The victim of the pickpocketer checked his pocket. Yup, his money was stolen.

The young man cursed and went in to the direction the boy ran off to. He saw the boy's cap through the crowd and tried to go after him. He saw the kid's head turn to look behind. Seeing his latest victim chasing after him, the kid started to run away.

"Get back here!" The young man yelled as he was running out of breath. He wasn't used to running.

He chased the boy out of the marketplace, when he almost caught up to the kid. The young man jumped forward and grabbed the boy's wrist, bringing the two of them to the ground.

Ignoring the scrapes and cuts, the young man stood back up with the boy struggling to get out of his grip.

"Please, sir!" the boy pleaded. His aquamarine eyes were full of fear. "I-I-I'll give your money back. J-j-just don't hurt me." The boy held the money out to the young man.

The young man took back his money and counted it to make sure it was all there. He then let go of the boy's wrist. "Don't steal anymore. You're lucky I am not going to report you to the authorities."

The boy looked to the ground and muttered quietly. "I wish I didn't have to." He then ran off.

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Afterwards, the young man went back to the marketplace and bought his groceries. By the time he was walking home, there wasn't anyone else outside due to the apparent chance of rain, shown by the dark clouds in the sky. Suddenly, the young man heard a yell coming from an alleyway he just passed.

"I said that you were to come back with some cash….NOT NOTHING!" It was followed with a slap and a child's whimpering.

The young man couldn't ignore his curiosity of what was going on and stepped back to peek in to the dim alleyway.

The child tried to apologize through his sobs. "I-I-I'm s-sor—" He was cut off as he was slapped again by the adult in front of him.

"Sorry won't cut it!" The man kicked the poor boy. The boy hit against the wall behind him and collapsed on to the filthy floor.

"Tell me, boy." The man rolled the boy's body with his foot. "Who was the one who got you off from the streets." The man paused for an answer, but only received whimpering for a reply. The was another kick and a yelp of pain. "I expect an answer!"

"Y-You, sir," the boy squeaked with tears streaming from his eyes.

"Right. ME! I was the one who took you in when you were wondering the streets. It was ME, who spends his time to teach you how to pickpocket." The man kicked the kid again. "You're my tool. AND if a tool doesn't work, it's just junk."

The child cringed for another hit, but instead heard his "caretaker" yell in surprise. The kid opened his eyes to see the man have something on his face. It looked like a combination of raw egg and eggshells. Suddenly, the boy felt someone's hand grab his wrist and pull him up.

"Come on."

The kid was still quite stunned as he followed the stranger away from his "caretaker." The stranger led him out of the alleyway then down the street.

The two stopped several blocks away from the alleyway to take a break. "So you ARE the boy from earlier." The young man could still recognize the boy, even though the boy was completely covered in cuts, swellings, tears, and filth. "And this is why you steal? To satisfy that ogre of a man?"

"Y-yes, sir." The boy replied, looking at the ground. "He invited me to live with him a month ago, after I ran away from the workhouse."

"and what about your parents?"

"I-I never knew my dad." The boy started to have a little difficulty talking loud enough due to his injuries. "M-me and my M-mum worked at the workhouse since I was small. She died when…." The boy was getting weaker by the second.

The young man caught the boy by the arm, as the boy was about to collapse. "I guess you can come home with me for the night. My house is not too far from here." The young man put the child on his back. The boy was amazingly light, maybe due to not eating enough. Grabbing his groceries with one hand and holding the boy up with his other hand, the young man trudged home.

"Sir…" The boy faintly whispered into the young man's ear. "Thank you for saving me….my name is Myde."

"And my name is Ienzo."


I'm thinking about adding one more chapter, but I'm not really sure. Should I? And reviews would be great. Thanks for reading