Hey everyone. I am a novice, amateur writer. I know my grammar is rather poor and my ideas are often clichéd. However, I hope this story would be different from others I have tried to write. Perhaps you may find this story engaging or at least an Ok piece. Because of my carelessness and lack of ideas, I hope you can comment on what I should improve/work on. Hope you enjoy this.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters I use or any of the Gundam Seed attributes. This is my own plot and if I happened to have the same idea as you it is a mere coincidence. I mean not to plagiarize.
Pairing: I will most likely use Athrun and Cagalli, and if not some other Athrun pairing.
Summary: A runaway boy is wanted for his acts of felony, mostly of robbery. He lives a life alone until some fateful day where one action changes and flips his entire life around. He then returns to school in the neighborhood, concealing his sins from his peers. Will his previous life be exposed to his friends? Only time will tell.
Warning: For the time being, the characters will be out of character.
xox
Stolen
Chapter 1- An Ordinary Night
It was a cold silent night. The night sky was pitch black, and gusts of wind could be heard echoing against the grim gray stone buildings. The alleyway was completely empty; not a single person was insight. Like most other stories, it is here where the story begins.
A young man, perhaps to you considered a boy, rummaged through his bag taking out his "earnings" cautiously. He took out each piece gently and scattered them on the ground: a watch, an mp3 player, a couple of bucks here and there. The boy sighed, discontented with himself. He was displeased of his, as he would call it, findings.
The very nature of the boy would have disgusted most. How could he go on with a life like his? No one knew the answer; only he himself could tell. Had he ever had someone to go to, to turn to when he was down? Never. Could people blame him for his actions, after everything he has gone through? Sure, for he was misunderstood as most criminals were.
Back to the story. The midnight haired boy placed everything back into his ripped canvas back, slung it over his shoulder, and picked himself up. Again he sighed. It had certainly been a long day. He had hoped that he would have gotten a better profit for his actions, but today just wasn't his day. What was he to do with an mp3 player or even a watch? Sure he had some more money, but it was only enough to buy him a bag of chips and a soda.
How could life be so cruel to him? you might ask. This life seems hard, for an normal person living a normal life. But, if you had gone through what he has, he chose this life. Sure it might not be greatest, but the boy was satisfied with it for the most part.
Down the alley way, make a right at the cobblestone corner, cross the street. Directions to his "home" came naturally now. It was a mere instinct. So, it was yet another night where boy lethargically enter the park gates. For him it was an ordinary night.
Left. Right. Straight. Across. Again everything becomes natural, as if the boy had done this all his life. Eventually after about ten minutes of guiding himself to his "home" he reaches a small kiddie park. He went through the small playground to a small clearing in the woods. Pushing some bits of twigs and leaves aside, a small little opening came to view. It was his little haven.
Quickly as a routine, he went over to another bunch of foliage. Brushing away the contents, it there revealed a bunch of miscellaneous items ranging from petty pencils and pens to more valuable prizes like precious gold and silver accessories, wallets, and most importantly some ID's and credit cards. The boy sighed again, but this time with satisfaction. No one had stolen what he had tirelessly managed to scrounge for and eventually obtain.
A slight smile came over the boy's face. Although his hiding spot was clearly obvious and quite a nice place for younger kids looking for a good place to hide, everything remained untouched. He laughed under his breath. Every time his mind brought him to this topic of safe keeping, he couldn't help feel sarcasm and hatred fill him. I suppose they listen to their parents. "Don't touch things that aren't yours," he mocked aloud. Hah, they are ever so naive. Parents, what good are they? Do they ever help?
The boy spat, showing his disdain for those superior to others, namely parents or guardians, whatever you call them. Bothersome. He then sat on the cool earth ground. Mosquitoes and flies buzzed in his ear and the boy swat it with a flick of his wrist. However, his motions slowly stopped. What was the point?
Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong.
The church bells rang from the far distance. One ring, two, and some more. Time didn't mean a thing for the boy. What life did he lead? At one point in his life, he had always wanted to do well and help society. Teen angst got to him and now his life had no clear value.
Another sigh, one of the only things the boy said aloud. Where will I go from here? Can I move from my past? Am I always capable of getting away? It is around this time (late night or early morning) where the boy would question his life. No matter. Perhaps by miracle something would make me change.
He then slowly lay his head against a stump and took out the bag of chips he had earlier bought. Slowly opening it and savoring each moment, he took out one piece and ate it bit by bit. He ate a tiny morsel of chip, taking almost eternity to finish his bite. After eating several pieces, he put the bag aside, leaving most for later.
His head, still against the stump, began to ache. He shifted positions so that he lay on the ground, curled up in a tight ball. Slowly he drifted into light sleep. Every so often he'd wake up panting, scared if someone caught him or if someone was about to steal what he had worked so hard to obtain.
Life was complicated. The boy, a very talented student, longed to return to school, to a normal society. However, he could never bring himself to be labeled "orphan," nor had he wanted his parents to find him. And so, the boy had given up the very thought of having a normal life again, or to even live comfortably without the endless worrying. Luck and fortune was never in his favor.
For nights and nights, weeks and weeks, the boy kept up with the routine. Get up morning or midday, find a gullible and oblivious person, and manage to take something of their possession. You could call it a hobby for the boy, or you may call it a job. Either way, he did it for the heck of wasting his day and it was for advantage. On most days got his hands on money, something that he desperately needed to survive.
The boy, however, usually felt utterly hopeless and sinful. He knew he was wanted for his crimes. He knew that he wanted to live a normal life. He knew many things, but couldn't help himself. Perhaps someone out there would be there for him, to lend him a helping hand. Perhaps luck might favor him. It was only in due time that his call to fate was answered.
xox
Ok the first chapter is up. I hope you enjoyed reading this and it wasn't too boring.
Please review and I truly hope I can update soon. Exams are coming up so I cannot make any promises. Buhbai for now and thanks for reading.
(Sorry for any grammatical mistakes. Also, I tend to not write very long chapters. Perhaps I will later one, but I hope you are satisfied with how long they are now.)
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