A young man around the age of fifteen strolled down the sidewalk with a cane, looking up to no good. One green eye that was visible (the other hidden by flaming orange bangs) scanned everything, as if he was searching for something but had no idea what it was just yet. He wore a black bowler hat with a red band and feather, along with a red-lined white suit with rounded sleeves, a small gray scarf, black gloves, long black pants, and black shoes. As the teenager continued walking, a small hand grabbed his white coat and tugged.
"Huh?" The boy looked back to see the most peculiar little girl he'd ever seen. The girl had multi-colored eyes, one brown and one pink, with her hair in a mixture of brown, pink, and white. The ten year-old wore a tattered pink dress and black shoes, and the puppy-dog eyes she was employing were phenomenal. The boy sighed, knowing what she wanted and not being able to stand those eyes... "Fine." The boy held out a few lien. "Here." The girl beamed and took the lien, nodding her head in thanks before skipping off. "Cute kid..." The boy continued, then performed a 180° spin when he noticed two cops on the street corner. Too late...
"STOP RIGHT THERE!" A policeman yelled, and the boy sighed. Fantastic. The young man began running, ducking into an alleyway as the policemen gave chase, none of them noticing the multi-colored eyes that observed... Finally cornered, the teen looked back at the two policemen, chuckling.
"Good evening, officers! How can I help you?"
"Roman Torchwick, you are under arrest for theft." A policeman stated, raising his gun. "Will you come quietly?" Roman considered it for a moment, then shrugged and smirked.
"Nah." Roman lifted his cane up and fired, revealing that the cane was a weapon. The policemen dodged the red blast, only for Roman to slam his cane down on one of their heads. As the first cop crumbled, the second fired at Roman, the thief dodging as the policeman pulled out his radio. Just before he could call for backup, a frying pan hit him over the head. Roman watched as the cop collapsed, the multicolored little girl from earlier standing behind him, seeming just as surprised as the wanted thief. She dropped the blunt, rusty weapon. "Hello, again." The girl smiled, then picked up the police radio and threw it to Roman. "Think it'll come in handy?" The girl nodded. "Well... I guess this is where we part ways." The little girl frowned slightly, sighing, then nodded. "Thanks, kid!" Roman began walking off, then paused and looked back. "Um... Want me to make sure you get home alright, kiddo?" The little girl gesture to the alleyway, then let her arms drop abruptly to her sides.
'What home?'
"Oh..." Roman realized. "And, your parents?" The girl looked down. Roman sighed, looking up with a small smile and shaking his head. "I'm SO gonna regret this... Come on, kid." The girl looked up, eyebrow raised. "You want to live a little or what?" The girl slowly smiled and skipped over, falling into step next to Roman. "The name's Roman, Roman Torchwick. How about you, kid?" The girl grabbed a stick from a dumpster and wrote a name in the dirt.
'Neopolitan.'
"Like the ice-cream?" Roman asked. The girl shrugged. "I'm gonna call you Neo for short, 'kay?" The girl nodded, smiling brightly. "This might just be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."