Summary:Shuichi Shindou is the best thief around with some help from his sidekick, Kioko. Eiri Yuki is rich and has been attacked along with robbed. Shuichi and Kioko gotta be Yuki's bodygaurd's to keep him from finding out about the attack. With love in the air the most unlikely will happen.
The reason I'm rewriting this story is because it needed the work. Dont worry. I will stay true to the plot! I worked hard to make it larger with more details and of course a better flow. When Iwas re-reading my work I noticed that it didn't flow nor did the two teens act likebodygaurds so hopefully everyone willlike the new.Just to let you know I kept some of thelines the same and kinda added to it. Please enjoy! -bows-
This chapter of the new and improved King Writer, King Thief and Sidekick goes to my besty friend Mitsukai.
He stood outside of the apartment door that led into the home of the famous Eiri Yuki. But he didn't know that.
Get in, get out. Don't get caught. These thoughts ran through his mind like they had so many times before.
"Hurry up," the girl next to him hissed as she kept a look-out.
"Don't rush me! This isn't easy!" He heard a click and opened the door gently.
His name was Shuichi Shindou, his was the best damn thief in the world! His partner was Kioko, no one knew her last name.
"Who's great," he asked.
"Not you! Now get inside before someone sees us," Kioko snapped. He walked inside, only to trip over a pair of shoes.
He may be the best thief but he was also the clumsiest.
He scrambled to his feet and shut the door behind Kioko.
"What are we after," Kioko asked, tightening her ponytail which held her fiery red hair at bay.
Uh...? He was suppose to know this? Shuichi rubbed his pink hair, remembering that Boss had told him. Boss trusted him to remember...not Kioko even though it should be the other way around.
"Shuichi!" She hit him on his head, which he held in his hands, tears coming to his eyes.
"Y-your so mean...Kioko-kun," he whimpered out of his trembling mouth.
Her hazel eyes ignited with anger as she raised her fist once again. "I'll give you something to whimper about if you don't remember fast," she threatened the older teen.
Fearfull for what his furture held for him when the job was over Shuichi quickly tried to remember what Boss had told him three days before. Something about value.
"He said something with value," Shuichi answered happily.
"Baka! Why didn't you just say so? This is going to be a snap." Kioko's anger disappeared from her face as she smiled at Shuichi.
She's so weird.
Black leather gloves slid over his hands as he stepped into one of the rooms to the left. No finger prints. He pulled out his hat, that way none of his hair fell anywhere. His shoes had been left in the hall so he didn't leave his foot prints anywhere. He reached into his black jacket pocket and pulled out a mask that hid his face, only his mouth and eyes noticable. He looked around the room, checking for any hiden camera's in the room.
Thank you, Law & Order!
He grabbed the pillow that was laying on the leathersofa behind the desk, which held a laptop and several peices of paper resting on it, and tossed the pillow itself out, using the case to load the papers and the laptop.
He left the pillow case on the desk and went to start looking through the large bookcase, carelessly knocking the books from their spots. He knew that Kioko was doing the same thing in whatever room she had entered. There was nothing on the bookself and he moved quickly to the sofa, pullingit apart.
He searched the whole room and came up with just the small amount in the pillow case thathad already been here. He heard the sound of a car door shutting and normally he would brush it off but...he went over to the only window in the office and looked outside.
Somone tall with light hair dressed in all black was coming into the building.
Shuichi grabbed the pillow case tightly in his left hand and ran out of the room, leaving it in its disary.
"Kioko! We've gottarun! Where are you," he called through the empty house.
He watched his best friend exit the bedroom, a pillowcase in her own hand, and judging by thesize she had just as much luck as he did. She handedhim the case and he put it in his case before setting it down in the enterance hallway. She was dressed in a simalar fashion as he but instead of just a plain black mask she had put light blue designs on it, making it her own.
"He's early. Guess we have no choice. Grab that coat stand and get out of view."
Shuichi did as she asked and hid behind the coner while she grabbed the vase, dumping out the flowers and water, really the only color in the dull house. The door opened and they both waited. Footsteps then, "What the fuck? Damn it! Not again!"
No lights. The person contuined to walk in darkness
The footsteps quickened their pace and the sound of the vase shattering.
"YOU LITTLE BRAT!"
Shuichi jumped from his hiding place and hit the man on the back with all his strength. The man fell to the ground with a loud thud and Shuichi dropped his weapon to the ground.
"Great. Let's get out of here."
Kioko grabbed their loot and the two teenagers ran for the door and out of the apartment to the road, where their bikes(not a motorcycle, bikes!) were.
They climbed on, putting their masks, hat, and gloves into Shuichi's bright yellow backpack.
Their breathing quickened as they peddled as fast as they could up the large hill.
"Boss, better be happy with the loot," Kioko said, sweat sliding down the side her face.
He laughed as they stopped at the top of the hill, the streets below them filled with lights. He looked over at Kioko who was using the bottom of her shirt to clean the sweat off her face. Unlike most American girls he had meet, her small slender belly remained untouched by a piercing but her right ear held four holes while her left had only one. It bugged him to death but...she refused to get her left pierced.
She looked at him and a slight blush came to his cheeks. "What?"
"Nothing. Let's get out of here."
"Race you," she yelled starting to peddle down hell before letting gravity work its magic.
He blinked. Then blinked again. And just to be sure he was alive he blinked three more times.
Yuki put his hand to the back of his head, and groaning, slowly but steadily, stood. He could feel the sticky and warmth from his blood on his hand. He looked around, his vision slowly coming to him. Then as he looked around his once clean house, anger burned within him.
His house...was a wreck.
Those brats knew what they were doing. Attacking me like that. And I didn't get a good look at them either.
Yuki took off his jacket and let it fall to the floor. What he needed was to call the police, get them in and out then get a shower. Yeah, that was the plan.
He took one step and nearly fell, brusing his side on doorframe. Holding his side, he set off the call the police, knowing that Tohma wasn't going to be far behind.