Summary:

A.U. Shuichi is a thief that most mistaken for a girl. Yuki is a reporter looking for the biggest story of his career which happens to be about Shuichi. When Yuki goes to a night club following a lead, he finds himself attracted to Shuichi, not realizing the girl he has been searching for is the man who is slowing making his way into his heart. Will Yuki get his man or will gravitation take its toll causing him to fall in love instead?

Shadows of the Heart

Chapter One

There was a full moon out, the city seemed to be at rest, and there was only a slight chill in the air. A gentle breeze blew at the pink hair of a violet-eyed man. He stood, gazing over the bridge, dressed in solid black. A small jewelry store was below him. This was his next target, where the actual Diamond of Mystery was held. He gave a bright smile. They actually thought they could fool him! Okay... So they did, but lucky for him he had Suguru and Hiro to help out. They had figured out the gem held in the huge museum in the center of Tokyo was a fake. The real one was held in the storeroom of the jewelry store. "Alright, it is insight," Shuichi stated out loud in a serious voice. Hiro was already down there waiting for him while Suguru directed them from their base.

"Good, I'm zooming in on the coordinates. You know it just would be easier if you just went inside the building with Hiro." Suguru pointed out, slightly annoyed.

"I know, but where is the fun in that?"

"Baka,"

"What! I am not idiot,"

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Don't you two get started! We got a job to done. Shuichi! Get your little cute ass over here."

"Hey, quit hitting on me on a job." The pink thief teased right back.

"Don't you two start either," Suguru retorted, "Now, I think it will be safe for you to zip down."

"Good," Shuichi replied. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah, come on down." Hiro replied into his earpiece. Shuichi grabbed on to the handle then took a step back before leaping in the air, then he held tightly on the handle, letting himself glide downwards.

"Whew!" he exclaimed as he zoomed down the wire.

"Be quiet," the green-headed man scolded. The little pink thief didn't hear him and proceeded to squeal. Hiro down below, just shook his head at his best friend. Shuichi let go of the handle, letting himself land on the taller man.

"Baka!"

"Sorry," the pink-headed man replied as he pulled himself off his best friend. He gave him a sincere smile. "Well! Let's go." He held out a hand, pulling him up. For such a small young man, who many mistaken for a woman, he was pretty strong.

"Yeah," the long haired man agreed. "Anyhow, Suguru what is the best place to enter?"

The man behind the scenes was staring at his computer screens. He zoomed in all over the building. Several screens appeared showing different angles of the building. He searched for people in the building, security devices, and anything else that could hinder their entrance.

"Okay, left side, the first window is partly opened. You should be able to get in without any problems. Then exit that room should take you down the hall. The security is lacking there, it really doesn't pick up until you get closer to the diamond."

"Of course," Hiro replied, annoyed.

Hiro slid in first without any problems. He waited for his best friend, who put his legs inside then pulled the rest of himself him in the room. Shuichi had graceful moments that amazed everyone. He looked so beautiful as he stood up from the window, the glow of the moon outlining his slender body. Hiro shook his head. It was so disturbing for a man to be so gorgeous.

"Okay, you there?" Suguru asked.

"Yeah," Hiro replied. "What's next?"

"Okay just jump down over the rail. You should land perfectly in between a couple of the lasers, then I'll guide you through the rest."

"Good. Shuichi?" looking over his shoulder. Shuichi nodded his head in response. "Okay, follow me."

"Alright," he agreed, watching Hiro jump off the balcony onto the first floor. Stepping back, he waited for Shuichi to do the same.

The pink-headed man ran back then jumped over the banister landing exactly where his partner had been two seconds before.

"Perfect!" he cried out in excitement.

"Shush, they are still security guards here, baka."

"Oh yeah," Shuichi blushed, "Well, then what's next?"

"Follow my instructions to the smallest detail, understand?" The green head man on the keyboard ordered.

"Hai," the two thieves replied.

The tapping of keys could be heard that night in Tokyo Post's main office. Yuki Eiri had been trying furiously to reach a deadline for the last two hours. He was almost done. There it was, another headliner flowing from his fingertips. This would be in all the papers in the next morning as well as online. "Two Murder after Affair Discovered" giving a proud smirk, Yuki pressed send to his editor. It would no doubt sell. "Sex and Murder" always sold in this cold cruel world.

He didn't mind that fact. It paid the bills and he didn't have any troubles sleeping at night. He reported the truth. That was it. Perhaps, he ruined an innocent now and then, like the little girl who would suffer from such a mess, but he couldn't live his life in guilt. Somebody had to report the story. If he didn't, it might come out worse, especially if that bastard Taki got hold of it.

Aizawa didn't give a damn about the truth, just as long as it sold papers. He was always trying to steal Yuki's stories. Though, that didn't bother him often. He was used to bastards trying to beat him to the next headliner. It was part of the business. Plus, most of them couldn't keep up with him. None of them had his charms and exotic looks. He had no problems getting the information he wanted, especially from women. He usually could give a wink, a smile, and few well chosen words. If that didn't work, there was always money. It all came pretty easy to him even if a story was stolen it wouldn't bother him that much. He would just find a bigger one later, anyhow.

There was only one story he wanted to get a hold of more than anything, which Taki was trying to steal. The bastard needed to back off, before he pissed the other reporter off. The golden-eyed man had felt himself being followed whenever he got a good lead on the thief. Yes a thief, but not any thief. The thief known as the Pink Devil was the biggest thief in all of Japan. The other thing was many speculated the brat donated the money to charitable causes. Many orphanages, poor homes, and things like that would testify to a large sum of money appearing at their doors the day after a theft. This intrigued everyone and just writing about the thief sold papers. If he could reveal the true identity, he would have the biggest story in history.

The blonde inhaled a cigarette as he thought about his obsession. He often found himself thinking about her. He was pretty sure it was a girl, so was most of Japan. The slender body, pink hair, and graceful movements gave it away. Though, nobody got close enough to her to know for sure. He often wondered what she looked under those tight black clothes and black face mask. He was sure she was cute. He often wondered what would happen if he saw her face. He thought about it from time to time. Did he really want to know? Once he did it would be over. What would he do? He spent most of his free time trying to hunt her down. What else would there be? He ran a hand through his blonde hair. "This is ridiculous!" he muttered to himself

He realized. Yes, he did. He wanted to stop thinking about her late nights. He wanted to find out she wasn't that attractive, all the donations were just coincidentally, and he couldn't possibly fall in love with her. He reflected back when his obsession began.He had been chasing the Pink Devil for five years, now.

It started at the beginning of his career, fresh from college. He just came back from America. Back then, he was just another kid suffering from harsh reality. Before he took off for America, he was Eiri, a nobody, just a mail boy. Mizuki, his editor, saw talent in him and had him sent to college. He met Yuki Kitazawa, a senior reporter in the states. Things had not ended well. Eiri, or now Yuki survived as he always would. Even if it appeared to others his life was nothing but reporting, beer, cigarettes, and sex.

The day he saw the Pink Devil was the day his life had gain a sense of meaning. He was doing research at a museum to write a small article about some artifact or something. Nothing that intriguing, just something to get him started in his career. He didn't remember much about what was in the museum or what the tour guide said. No, the only thing most people remember was the appearance of the young thief. Everyone was looking down at swords, floor plans, and various things in the museum. Then the next moment the lights went out, causing screams of terror and mass confusion. When the emergency lights kicked in, everyone looked up to see a figure on the second floor holding a bag. Yuki had instantly found his eyes wondering over the body. He tried to memorize every detail he saw. She had stood there for a moment as everyone looked up at her. She appeared to be talking to herself, but Yuki suspected she was wearing an earpiece. The thief was dressed in black with a mask that only covered her face, showing off all her short pink hair. After a moment of people watching in complete awe at her and the guards rushing up the stairs, she spoke, "Bye, bye, thanks," while waving her hand in the air. Yuki clearly remembered that voice clearly. The lights went out again and she vanished. At first, nobody realized what had happened until somebody screamed that some precious rare sword had been stolen.

Yuki leaned back in his chair and ran a hand over his face. He really wanted to stop this. There wasn't a day he didn't think about the Pink Devil. Damn it! He would be glad when he finally got her. Yes, he would get this girl. He was getting closer: he had a reliable source telling him she worked somewhere in the shady side of the town, most likely a night-club. Rumors circulated around that she was a singer in a band. He was sure her hair color was different, because nobody was stupid enough to keep their hair color the same after committing a crime, especially pink. He would visit every night-club in the city if he had to. He hated clubs. The crowds and the annoying music always drove him nuts, but he would do it. He had to. Then he would be able to sleep without her invading his dreams.