Disclaimer: I do not own Bart, even though I wish I did.









Chapter 2





I watched the two men run through the crowds, pushing people out of their way. It looked like they were carrying heavy bags, which had to be holding some rare items or gold. Thieves. I scowled. You can find thieves everywhere you go, not knowing that a nice place like Bledevik would house them. What a grusesome lot they were. Always stealing from people who usually don't have much and for a reason only a thief would know.

I reached down into my cloak and felt the hilt of my sword. It was a long weapon, but not that heavy. The sword was a gift from my grandfather when I defeated him in a sword match. He was a powerful sword handler and learned from his father. Swords were always a choice weapon in my family and the weapon that I carried with me now has been handed down from generation to generation.

"Stop! Thieves!" a man yelled. He ran after the two young men and more people joined in on the chase. Bledevik guards. They each held a small gun for protection if the thieves decided to fight back.

Then, the thieves stopped. It looked like they were searching for a place to hide. I smirked and thought to myself, 'They're not gonna be able to find a hiding place with those guards close behind them.'

I looked around and noticed that the street was almost devoid of people. Laying my eyes back on the thieves, I gasped.

They were staring right at me, a smirk on their faces. Then, the two men began walking towards me.

I took a step back.

They began to walk faster.

I looked all around me trying to find a place to run to. Why me? I thought. Just my luck. I don't wanna fight these guys.

They began to run. Whatever they had in mind for me wasn't going to be good.

"Thieves! Stop and surrender! You can't get away!"

I turned around and began to run. Don't look back. . . .

A gunshot. A man falling down. And then. . . .

Silence.

I stopped to catch my breath and cautiously turned around to see what happened. A blonde, haired man had intervened. He held a whip, which was wrapped around one of the thieves' legs. Two guards held the other thief from escaping.

The blond-haired man turned to look at me. I just then noticed he had a braid, which ran down below his shoulders. He walked up to me and asked, "Are you alright?"

I nodded, still trying to catch my breath from running.

He smiled. "I'm glad. It was a good thing I was in the nieghborhood."

"Thank you for saving me," I replied, after I had caught my breath. "I'm Kyoko. What's your name, mister?"

He smiled again. "Nice to meet you, Kyoko. I'm Bart. Bart Fatima."