If you haven't read the first chapter then I suggest that you go and do that now before you contuine reading.
My birthday's on Saturday! YAY! I'll be fifteen:) Thanks for reading this chapter of King Writer, King Thief and Sidekick
If its short, I'm sorry. Just let me know and when I get home from school I'll add some to it.
Kioko stopped her bike when they reached the park.
She was laughing.
She always did that after they were safely away from the crime.
He didn't know why though. It was odd.
"Are you okay," he asked.
"I just love that feeling!" Kioko was holding her sides now, tears streaming down her cheeks. He chuckled. "That rush! It was so-so---OH!"
"Chill out, Kioko. It wasn't that much fun. I was hoping that'd he'd put up a fight," Shuichi said, getting off his bike and letting it fall to the ground.
"Yeah...lets go ahead and call, Boss," she said, pulling the blue flip cellphone from her backpocket.
The cool wind, brushed against him, sending chills down his spine. The trees rustled together and leaves danced across the sidewalk. It was a slient night, very little light in the park, setting a romantic feeling in its air. The air its self smelled of food and flowers. His purple eyes fell upon Kioko, looking at her fully, her long legs, small waist, average chest, clean face, except for the single Angel Kiss on her left cheek,rosy cheeks, glowing hazel eyes and firey red hair, perfectly straight. But...he didn't see her in the way that most guys would. From the first moment he had meet his Sidekick to this moment he had always thought of her like a sister. And he'd protect her forever. Even to death.
He was pulled from his thoughts by something wet going into his ear. Startedly he pulled back, putting his hand to his ear and watching Kioko cleaning her finger off on her jeans.
"That's just nasty, Kioko. Just nasty!"
"Let's get some ice cream."
Forgetting about the wet willy, he got back on his bike. "Sounds good. Did you talk to Boss?"
"Nope. Got Rai."
"Boss...we've never met him have we?"
Kioko looked over at him for a split second before turning her head back to the path they were peddling on. "Don't worry. Shu. We'll meet him. Sooner or later. I mean, he can't hid from us forever. Now...about that ice cream..."
"I'm not buying!"
"Why not?"
"I bought last time!"
"No you didn't!"
"Yes I did!"
Rai placed the black phone back on its hook, a full smile on his lips. Once again Shuichi and Kioko had come through for them.
He stood,straightened the blue tie around his neck, and licked his suddenly dry lips. He worked inside N-G Records for Adam James, whose job was to make sure that the bands got the place they had saved or whatever. He wasn't really sure but whatever it is had to be borning. Adam spent hours talking on the phone to only Gad knows who.
Rai picked up the notes he had taken down durning his conversation with Kioko and frowned. They had to knock out the guy that they were robbing because he came home too soon. That was never good. There would always be a chance of the person seeing them so most skilled robbers just run, unless the person their robbing his an athletic past... Adam wasn't going to too please with the two teenagers.
Sometimes he forgets that their just kids.
He gasped as his notebook was snatched from his hands. He looked into the deep brown eyes of Adam James and stood upright, letting Adam read the notes. All too soon, Adam sighed.
"I told them to be carefull," was his only response to the teens report. Adam was tall, some say he was mostly legs,his strength coming from his uper body. His hair was jet black and brown eyes were always glaring down on you. His skin was tanned and flawless.
"Um, Sir?"
"What is it, Rai?"
"Their still kids and they have something."
"They have paperwork! That's not of value to me if it doesn't hurt Eiri Yuki's stats!"
"But, Sir, its Eiri Yuki's story."
"What?"
"Its his story, Sir."
"Arigatou, Rai."
Rai smiled and sat back down at his desk while Adam went through the double doors to his office.
Eiri Yuki...he's going to turn your life upside down. Are you able to handle that?
