This is my first fan-fiction EVER okay?

I will gladly accept any critique, no matter how hurtful.

There are no intended pairings FOR NOW

Characters are from VOCALOID; some are given different names.

All VOCALOID characters belong to their rightful owners.

"YOU DAMNED SON OF A-GAAHH!" shouted the man with scurvy as he fell through a trap door. "THANK YOU~!" the boy shouted back at his daily resource for food. His umpteenth success in theft was celebrated with laughter, and the chirping of a Goldfinch.

The faster and further he went down the corridor, the more sound the creaky old wood made. Despite the same basic pattern the youthful brigand used, he was not once caught. He knew the complex of the docks, pier, town, and, marketplace like the back of his hand, thus having a back-up route in the case a pursuer actually had the chance of apprehending him. "Not like that would ever happen" he chuckled, taking a left turn towards the pier. He would only head towards the pier if he's certain there are no pursuers left; tonight, it was absolute. A quick check in his paper bag was all he needed to be perfectly at ease.

Okay... Five loafs of bread: will be rationed properly, grapes: protection from scurvy? , seeds: for James to eat, and knives: stolen for protection, and if I ever get my hand on some meat! "Yes, I appear to have everything..."

Looking at the side of the pier, there was a series of rocks that acted as uneven steps for the young lad. After the young lad hopped of the last small boulder, the Goldfinch perched on his shoulder. His feet that tended to be partially covered in bandages were now fully covered in sand. The area under the pier was overall dark, empty, and cold, but as you went further under it, there was what appeared to be a small cave. "Blocked perfectly with a man-made wooden door" one might add, but not one man, woman, or child ever bothered to search this place at night. A few quick knocks, slower ones, and a series of knocks at different sections of the door were followed by silence.

"Revilo" he said breaking said silence.

The door slowly opened; sounds of the wood scraping against the rocks were kept as hushed as possible by the one who slowly allowed entrance into this well concealed home. "Hey Ollie!" A girly voice whispered to him. "Did you bring the food?" a softer, younger voice asked in the background. "YAAAY~! Ollie's back!" an even younger and squeakier voice added.

"Well of course I'm back with food! Why else would I be chased by the same toothless geezer?" Oliver said matter-of-factly. I managed to get even more than usual this time! And that moron still hasn't got the slightest clue what I look like!" acting more triumphant with exaggerated steps, he went to the bird feeder (which was also stolen) and placed in the new bag of seeds. He added a small hole in it before his pet could feed itself. He then placed the bag down that contained the bread and grapes...and knives. "Olivia! Can't you wait for me to ration them out?" The girl nearly identical to him took her hands off one of the bread loaves.

There are five loaves, and four people here...so one loaf will be divided into four parts. "Hey Ollie! What's this?" The younger boy pulled out one of the stolen knives. "Noah! Don't touch those, you may hurt yourself...so give it to me, I do need it after all." Noah gave him his signature begging eyes, but in this scenario, they were rejected that instant. The boy, who appeared only five years of age, gave up the knife to Oliver, who then divided one of the loaves into four pieces. "Each of you take one. You can save it for later, or eat it now as dinner."

Olivia, Oliver's younger twin sister, was the first to take the bread. Will she always be like this? He remembered that at an earlier age, they looked perfectly identical: same blonde hair, yellow-brown eyes, small figure, and the same love for birds. They mutually hated being mistaken for one another. To make it worse, back then, they would often wear the same clothes. Did Mummy and Daddy have no creativity? He always used to think. Now, Oliver wore a mostly white cap with some blue in it, a darkish-blue jacket with some yellow, black shorts, a white buttoned shirt, and bandages on his feet instead of shoes. While she wore a hat in the same similar shape as one made of straw (but was not made of straw), her hair was slightly straighter and went down to her shoulders, and additionally she wore a skirt. If you still couldn't tell the difference between the two...Olivia was missing her right eye. It was not something that either of the two liked to talk about. They actually used to steal together, but there was one day when they were almost caught. A man chased them with a knife; he attacked Olivia, who was not running fast enough. Her eyelid was sliced, along with some of her right eye. It was rendered useless. That night, Olivia held in her tears trying to keep her pride in front of the brother that worried for her. The effort to hold in her tears and keep her pride failed as she extracted the burden from her right eye socket.

Ainsley, a friend about three years younger, was the second to take a ration. How she came to be here is a little confusing. In the back of his mind he remembered her saying something about her running away from home, mainly because she was neglected and abused by her parents. When she first came here she looked anything but that. The red hat, skirt, and vest she wore looked more expensive than everything they had stolen combined at the time (which was a lot). Her face was also very pale and clean, contradicted by her soft black hair that went down to her shoulders. Her brown eyes almost glowed under the moonlight of the night she joined them. Olivia's guess was that she was child of rich people and she stole a bunch of money before she ran away. Nowadays, Ainsley's role in this little hermitage was to use her cute looks and beg for items that can't be gained during night. Fresh water, a mirror, and toothbrushes were the most important contributions she provided. Some problems were that many of the women in town volunteered in adopting her. So many lies had to be made up to prevent that.

Thirdly and reluctantly, Noah has taken his ration of bread, showing no signs of hunger. His background is an even bigger mystery than Ainsley's. He appeared about two or three months after Ainsley. Oliver had found him while he was stealing dinner originally for just him, his sis, and Ainsley. Noah looked like a beaten, abandoned doll. The little sweater vest he wore: completely torn and barely on his body, pants: filthy, shoes: he had none, face and hair: so filthy that there was a complete layer covering them. The 'professional' thief took pity on Noah, and he carried the small child on his back to their dwelling. Everyone ate less that evening, so the poor child wouldn't starve to death. They also helped him take a bath, and did not realize his hair was green until afterwards. No one asks him where he came from, for he already seems to have trouble sleeping at night. He has the same role and issues as Ainsley, He manages to bring clothes to the dwelling, in the case anyone runs out of clothing that fits.

"I remember years ago this was a life-threatening adventure, but now it's like a routine". Oliver took a bite out of his ration. "For you! I don't get to do anything" Noah complained.

"You bring home the type of resources too difficult to steal, a great sidekick you are when we do so" Ainsley assured him, while wrapping her bread for later.

"If anyone, I act like a burden. I clean this place, but other than that..." Olivia stopped speaking

"Don't say another word like that. You're very helpful. No one wants to clean this place!" Oliver continued his attempt to cheer up his sister.

"You have the talent of theft, begging, and keeping this place in shape. The only reason you're not doing anything is because ever since... that...it's been too dangerous for you to go outside and steal." he went silent.

Olivia finished her bread silently. "Thanks for trying"

"I'm not hungry~" Noah said with a very sleepy sounding voice.

"You can wrap it" Ainsley suggested handing over some cloth.

"Or I can eat it if you really don't want it" offered the one-eyed girl.

"OH don't!" said Oliver "If you keep eating more than your ration you might become f-"

"WHAT'D YOU SAY?" she stood up glaring at her brother.

"Nothing at all~" he said in a sing-song voice.

"That was definitely NOT 'nothing' " she stormed towards him with a clenched fist.

"Whoa, chill..." Ainsley got between the two siblings. Do I have to play peace maker again? Just as the thought crossed her mind, Olivia shoved her out of the way. A few blows to his chest, arm, face, and a kick right in the kisser that knocked him to the floor. He couldn't react fast enough to block.

"Not again..."

Oliver got up and had his "bring it" face on. Despite the whole "don't hit girls" rule that many men followed, Oliver didn't seem to include Olivia in that. Whenever these two were at it, it appeared as if murder would happen. These two threw such violent blows, that Ainsley was left completely clueless how they ever got along when it was just the two of them. A few (dozen) scratches later, Noah was woken up by the violence; he started crying as usual. "Please, no fight~! It's not nice!" The two felt guilt, and the blows slowed down, concluded with Olivia kicking Oliver again.

"Jeez, will you two ever grow up and stop fighting?" Ainsley asked annoyed.

"Right after you stop sleeping with a teddy bear? That sounds like a deal" Oliver headed towards his corner to sleep.

"Don't start with me"

Olivia giggled.

A fire dimmed slightly; the light weakened on the four children, each surrounded by blankets. The nights were cold, but they had to adapt to it, whether it meant willpower or stealing more comforters... mainly both.

The moonless night reminded Oliver of how monotonous his days were: In the morning: eat the leftovers from last night, in the evening: develop some sort of conversation/plan that has something to with theft; at night: steal food to eat for dinner and the morning. Maybe there would be some free time to play games in the afternoon, but that time passed by too quickly.How boring...Will I have to live my whole life like this? A thief in a small place that's constantly worrying about food? I wanna be something different..."Hmmmm".

The sun was beginning to rise, and James' chirping had woken up the four youngsters. "Man...Morning already~?" Ainsley yawned. Noah remained silent, minus his small breaths that came out as he slept. Olivia reluctantly looked around the room, despite her strong desire to remain asleep. "Where's Oll-ie~?" she asked somewhat groggily. Ainsley's eyes shot open at the sound of those words."What do you mean where is he? She glanced in every direction around her, he was not in the corner he slept, nor was he in the food storage (a large box). The fire was out. James flew towards the door; it was cracked. "Oh... I think I might know where he is" the 9-year-old said now calming down. She put the blanket that covered her to the side and walked out. Letting out another small yawn, she shoved the wooden door to make the walking space less miniature.

"Ollie...What are you doing outside so early?" she said her statement too soon, for the boy was near the end of the pier, reflected by the slow swell of sunlight.

Ainsley walked closer to the end of the pier, slowly followed by Olivia and (even more slowly by) Noah.

She repeated her question, rubbing her eyes. The three only saw his back; he appeared to be looking up the sky, the wind slightly moving his hair and jacket. Oliver let out a content sigh as he turned to face his friends.

"Hey guys, I know this may be too much to ask, but..."

"What?" the three said in unison.

"I want to go to the town."