A Thief In The Night
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, if I did, this would be an
episode of
the
show, not a fan fic. All Characters not from the original show are
owned by me
unless I specify otherwise. This story has romantic mush type deal,
might
not be in
this chapter but it will appear, so you've been warned. last bit of
info, all
city's that
appear in this may not actually appear in Japan, e-mail all comment,
flames,
free
doughnut coupons to Vulpix171@aol.com
The slamming of the jail gate echoed in his ears. "This is
your
fault,
Slug! If you hadn't been flirtin' with those skirt sniffers,
we'd of pulled
that robbery
off!" he yelled, grabbing a smaller boy by the collar. "Ok, Bug,
just
chill out, and
we'll call the thief lord with our one phone call." This statement
earned
the smaller
boy a hard smack on the head. "How you gonna call him? There are no
phones
down there!" They lived down in the Subway systems. "Oh, well
what the
worst
that can happen, they'll hold us here a couple of hours, the judge
will see
us and
we'll be released." "No Slug, you will. I've been caught one
to many
times now,
they'll send me off somewhere like the docks, and that'll be the
end of me."
He
was just about the beat the little boy senseless, but he decided to
skip it
and lie
down on one of the cots. This was the end for him, the life of a kid
on the
street
was short, but he had hoped for a little more time.
For a few moments there was silence. Bug began to reflect on
his
life.
He couldn't remember much of the younger years. Just that he'd
been on his
own
since five, after his parents had been shot and killed. That infact
was
about all he
could remember of his parents. After that he'd lived on the streets,
working
for the
thief lord, picking pockets, mugging bags that lived well, and doing
buglary
jobs.
Finally a cop came to take them to the court room. They waited
in
silence while the judge passed judgment on other cases. Slug was the
first
of the
two to get called up. The judge didn't even look at his face, just
his
hands. no
markings. "Crime?" The judge asked the bailiff as if he really
didn't
care.
"Attempted buglary." The bailiff answered. "Tattoo his right
hand and get
him out
of here." He was taken away, Bug was next. Again the judge only
looked at
the
hands. This boy had been caught many times, for he had the tattoo's
all over
both
his hands. One on each of his knuckles and in between each of his
fingers.
"Send
him to the docks." She told the cop awaiting his orders. the cop
began to
lead him
away when a whispered conversation at the bench started and the judge
called
the
officer, "Bring the boy back." Facing the boy, the judge began a
speech that
sounded practiced so many times that the judge was board of it. "You
have
been
given an alternative, you can spend your time at the docks, or you can
choose to
live in the Shinto temple in Tokyo and work towards rehabilitation.
Make your
decision fast." He looked at what had brought this on. Sitting at
the bench
beside
the judge, was a short, old man, must have been the one who talked the
judge
into
this. "I'll take the temple." He said. Just because he'd
never been to
school didn't
mean he was stupid. "Bailiff, make out the proper papers." Your
honor, I
can't
send a bug to a Shinto Temple!" The bailiff remarked. The old man
looked at
Bug,
"Well then young man, what shall we call you instead?" He thought
fast.
"Brian."
He answered. It was simple enough, for all he new, it might have been
his
real
name. "You need a last name to." The bailiff growled.
"Mossly" He
snapped
back to the bailiff. The old man nodded and with that, the boy was on
a
train to
Tokyo. the only thought in his head was, *how did this happen?*
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, if I did, this would be an
episode of
the
show, not a fan fic. All Characters not from the original show are
owned by me
unless I specify otherwise. This story has romantic mush type deal,
might
not be in
this chapter but it will appear, so you've been warned. last bit of
info, all
city's that
appear in this may not actually appear in Japan, e-mail all comment,
flames,
free
doughnut coupons to Vulpix171@aol.com
The slamming of the jail gate echoed in his ears. "This is
your
fault,
Slug! If you hadn't been flirtin' with those skirt sniffers,
we'd of pulled
that robbery
off!" he yelled, grabbing a smaller boy by the collar. "Ok, Bug,
just
chill out, and
we'll call the thief lord with our one phone call." This statement
earned
the smaller
boy a hard smack on the head. "How you gonna call him? There are no
phones
down there!" They lived down in the Subway systems. "Oh, well
what the
worst
that can happen, they'll hold us here a couple of hours, the judge
will see
us and
we'll be released." "No Slug, you will. I've been caught one
to many
times now,
they'll send me off somewhere like the docks, and that'll be the
end of me."
He
was just about the beat the little boy senseless, but he decided to
skip it
and lie
down on one of the cots. This was the end for him, the life of a kid
on the
street
was short, but he had hoped for a little more time.
For a few moments there was silence. Bug began to reflect on
his
life.
He couldn't remember much of the younger years. Just that he'd
been on his
own
since five, after his parents had been shot and killed. That infact
was
about all he
could remember of his parents. After that he'd lived on the streets,
working
for the
thief lord, picking pockets, mugging bags that lived well, and doing
buglary
jobs.
Finally a cop came to take them to the court room. They waited
in
silence while the judge passed judgment on other cases. Slug was the
first
of the
two to get called up. The judge didn't even look at his face, just
his
hands. no
markings. "Crime?" The judge asked the bailiff as if he really
didn't
care.
"Attempted buglary." The bailiff answered. "Tattoo his right
hand and get
him out
of here." He was taken away, Bug was next. Again the judge only
looked at
the
hands. This boy had been caught many times, for he had the tattoo's
all over
both
his hands. One on each of his knuckles and in between each of his
fingers.
"Send
him to the docks." She told the cop awaiting his orders. the cop
began to
lead him
away when a whispered conversation at the bench started and the judge
called
the
officer, "Bring the boy back." Facing the boy, the judge began a
speech that
sounded practiced so many times that the judge was board of it. "You
have
been
given an alternative, you can spend your time at the docks, or you can
choose to
live in the Shinto temple in Tokyo and work towards rehabilitation.
Make your
decision fast." He looked at what had brought this on. Sitting at
the bench
beside
the judge, was a short, old man, must have been the one who talked the
judge
into
this. "I'll take the temple." He said. Just because he'd
never been to
school didn't
mean he was stupid. "Bailiff, make out the proper papers." Your
honor, I
can't
send a bug to a Shinto Temple!" The bailiff remarked. The old man
looked at
Bug,
"Well then young man, what shall we call you instead?" He thought
fast.
"Brian."
He answered. It was simple enough, for all he new, it might have been
his
real
name. "You need a last name to." The bailiff growled.
"Mossly" He
snapped
back to the bailiff. The old man nodded and with that, the boy was on
a
train to
Tokyo. the only thought in his head was, *how did this happen?*