Steal One (Trinity's POV)

We stepped through the big iron door. The room was pitch black and abnormally cold. I shivered and my teeth clattered together.

"Shh..." Dark put a soft hand over my mouth. I stayed very close to him, almost stepping on his heels.

I started to whisper. "Dark, why didn't you tell me it was going to be cold?"

"Because, it will only take me a few minutes." he answered, whispering also. "Stay right here."

I hated it when someone told me to 'stay put'. I can't stay still for long periods of time and it makes it worse when someone tells me to do just that. It makes me want to move. How Dark could see in this blackened room, I'll never know. Disobeying him, by taking two steps forward, I bumped into something. 'Of course!' it was probably a table. I didn't want to know, all I wanted was to get out of this spooky place.

"Trinity!" Dark snapped.

We were in the air now. Dark stole another treasure today. The cops were usually dense. They knew he'd be here -thanks to the notes he leaves them- but they never catch him.

"I'm sorry." I apologized to him. Flying scares me, so I was practically clawing him in the stomach. I was on his back, with my arms wrapped around him, holding on for dear life.

"I know." he sighed.

"Hey Dark, why do you want me to come with you when you steal these pieces of junk anyway?" I asked him.

"You help with the adrenaline." he chuckled.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I snapped.

He laughed. "Watch..."

As soon as I knew it, he flung me off his back to watch me fall. He enjoyed this? Hearing me scream bloody murder? Was this 'funny' to him? "DARK!! AHHHH!!" I closed my eyes.

"Oof." he caught me. I was terrified. My body wouldn't stop shaking and I could barely breathe. As much as I wanted to slap him, I couldn't because I had clung to him, tightening my hold around him so much I thought my arms and legs would sink into his skin, or go numb, whichever.

"See?" he laughed.

"J-jerk! What was that supposed to prove? Me being a coward?!" I squeaked using the little breath I had in me.

"When I'm trying to be serious and stealthy, you always find a way to be clumsy and afraid. It's cute for one thing, and one of these days it's going to get me caught. So... my 'point' is you make the situation more... exhilarating. For example, if a burglar was robbing a jewelry store, he knows it's wrong, but the excitement is what he wants. Sure, it's terrifying but he enjoys it. If he brought his wife along and she was distracted by the sparkle in the jewelry, she'd want to touch it right?"

"Um, I guess." I answered, able to talk without sounding winded.

"Well, if she touches the wrong thing, it sets off the alarm, and it puts them in an even tighter position. They have to hurry and get out of there before time runs out, but he wants to steal what he came for in the first place, otherwise his purpose would be for nothing." Dark smiled. "Get it?"

"Sure, I get it but use a smaller analogy, it makes it less boring." I teased him.

"Ha. Don't make me drop you again." he replied, making me cling to him tighter -if that was even possible. I was surprised he could breathe.

"You better not Dark Mousy! Not unless you don't want your bait anymore." I said, referring the 'bait' part to me.

He laughed. "I don't think of you as bait Trinity."

We landed on the ground in front of my house. "Okay With, time to change back." Dark's jet black wings slowly disappeared and on his shoulder, crawled a small white bunny.

"Aw. Hey With!" the bunny jumped into my arms. "Well, I guess this is goodbye." I looked at Dark, setting With back down on his shoulders.

"For now. Goodnight Trinity." he kissed my forehead.

"Goodnight." I said, then he was gone.

The Next Day

I stood in front of the mirror in my bathroom. I ran my fingers through my long red hair, it stopped at the middle of my back. I wanted something different. I ran to the kitchen and opened up a drawer, pulling out a pair of black- handled scissors. I cut my hair, then took a shower and blow dried it to make sure I washed out all of the loose ends and cut off strands. It barely touched my shoulders now.

As soon as I was finished with my hair, I put on a pair of old gray jogging pants and a navy blue, v-neck, long sleeved shirt. It was a little thin, so I put a white tank top on underneath it. I heard a thud, it wasn't loud but it was noticeable. I walked out of the bathroom and my heart nearly stopped beating. I let out a gasp and clutched my shirt. "Dark, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you." he smiled.

"... You couldn't use a phone to let me know you were coming?" I scoffed.

"That takes the fun out of surprising you." he replied, sprawling out on my bed.

I sighed and sat down beside him. He threw his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. "This is how I first met you."

"I know." I smiled. "I remember."

There was a television broadcast on channel 2 that night. "Phantom Dark strikes tonight. He's making his first appearance near Tambora Village, at the old Mason Warehouse. He plans to steal the golden statue of Alexis tonight." the news reporter claimed. I remember going to the kitchen to get a glass of water and coming back to find my window wide open. I went to close it, and then two strong arms were around me. One hand on my waist and the other over my mouth. "Shh..." a deep, sexy, unfamiliar voice whispered in my ear. "Don't be afraid, I need to stay here for a few minutes."

The person spun me around and there he was. Phantom Dark, or as I knew him now, Dark Mousy. His purple hair, purple eyes, and jet black wings... he was sexy and mysterious.

"I asked you on a date and we've been partners ever since." Dark said, smiling with his eyes still closed.

"Mm-hm." I stared at him.

He opened his eyes, catching me. "What?" he asked.

"I don't know. I'm just thinking. If I wouldn't have went on that date with you, then you might not be here right now. So, thanks. I'm glad that you snuck into my house. I'm friends with a thief..." I said.

"Yeah. I'm glad too." he took a second before speaking again. "So, why did you cut your hair?" he asked me, then sat up, tugging lightly on a couple strands of my now-short, red hair.

I was surprised that he had even noticed. It seems like he never really takes the time to 'look at me' or, maybe I just thought that, because I wanted him to. "I don't know, I just felt like trying something different. Why do you care?" I answered, trying to sound a little snappy.

He looked at me, his eyebrows pulled together. "Why would I care? What are you talking about?" he sat up straight. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing. I just didn't think you'd notice." I laughed.

He looked away. "Well, I did notice, and I like it. Thank you very much."

He likes it? "Really? You think is looks okay?" I asked him. I leaned forward, getting closer to him. He looked my way and I brushed my hair back behind my ear.

Dark put a hand to the side of my face, rubbing my cheek with his thumb. "Yeah. It would look even cuter on you if you wore a purple ribbon in it."

"Why purple?" I asked, although I knew part of the answer. It had something to do with him.

"Because." he got up and walked over to the window. "It's my favorite color." he disappeared.

I shook my head. "Your favorite color."