June 1, 2014. Prompt from tumblr, not sure if I got it from a role-playing tumblr or not, although I think not. VERSION 2 one is a famously known thief the other is a new catburglar on the scene who keeps stealing loot out from under the famous one.
The third time and damn it, he was going to blow up who ever kept getting to his marks first. He left quickly, not wanting to be caught, jumping onto the clay bird he'd left at the window and taking off. He happened to look down and saw a figure jumping the fence, the glinting of jewelry that was barely hanging out of the back pouch alerting him that he had found his thief.
Tobi jumped down from the fence, hiding himself in the shadows. He cautiously made his way through the village, not taking a direct route and even circling a block or two to get back to his run down, cheap apartment. Once there, he breathed a little easier, hand coming up to take off his orange mask.
"So you're the little shit who keeps stealing from me."
He dropped his hand, reaching for a shuriken as he turned to face the voice. A man was in his window, casually leaning against it. "N-n-no, of course not, Tobi is a good boy and didn't steal anything!"
"Liar. I followed you all the way from the mansion you got that pretty little piece sitting in your back pocket from."
He laughed, rubbing the back of his head in a nervous gesture. "Tobi got to it first, Senpai. Finders, keepers."
"This is the third time Tobi has stolen from me and I've had a lot of time to think of how to deal with you."
"Don't be a sore loser, Senpai."
Deidara grinned. "Oh, I'm not, un. It won't hurt much, I promise, but you will get my message loud and clear. Stay out of my territory and go find your own to steal from." Deidara jumped out of the window, tossing some clay behind him.
Tobi bent down and picked it up, examining the intricately sculpted bird. "This is pretty, Senpai. Is Tobi supposed to keep it as a token of your affections?" It exploded, sending Tobi through the roof and into the night sky. On his long flight, he had time to reflect on just who he had run into and that he should indeed, find new territory. Or maybe not. The thief known near and far for his explosive signature was kind of cute.