~Alright sorry this took so long! I had to figure out what was going to
happen!!! I promise the next one won't take forever; in fact, it'll be up
pretty soon. If you read my other fics (particularly L'homme de la mort)
then you will have a hint as to who the mysterious blonde at the end is . .
. I have a problem with overlapping characters, but there will be no Aimée
in this fic! She's been replaced by Olivier's big sister Juliette (who you
will see in chapter 3)
I think this will be one of those "just go with the flow" fics . . . I've never done that before . . .
once again this story isn't particularily normal! Okay!? Olivier has a fricken' fairy godmother, that should be yer 1st clue . . . I assure you there will be more weirdness. Whatever you do, don't mistake this for reality, lol!
And yes! FINALLY I FOUND A SWEAR WORD DATABASE!!! YEAH!!!!! Ahhaha, the Cajun version (French to!?) of "kiss my ass" makes its appearance in this chapter, Hahaha.
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Son of a Thief
Chapter 2.
Disobey
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"Can someone come up to the board and show me the quadratic formula? Anyone?" The young teacher frowned; she had come to Louisiana to teach. To learn about the Cajun culture, while immersing herself in its young people, and really connect with the citizens by the use of . . . Algebra. To bad it wasn't working out. She ran her hand across her face, sighed and called on a giggly girl with sandy brown hair. She smiled nervously and scuttled up to the board, casting one bright look at Olivier. The young thief rolled his eyes, he hated this class. Olivier shook his hair out of his eyes, and fixed the bright emeralds on the red head of the girl in front of him. Her name was Felicite Gaudet, Olivier's ex girlfriend. They had had rough breakup, she broke it off with him actually, which was a rarity for our young hero.
"Psst, Ol'!" Olivier felt a pencil stab into his lower back, he groaned and outstretched his hand ready to receive the note from Didier.
Oly- Rashin' party 2nite at Mat's u in? -Did He weighed his options, Mathieu's parties weren't the most notorious, but they usually were okay.
"Uh uh" Olivier flinched, Liv had just appeared beside him, her crystal blue eyes narrowed in a motherly way, "No parties tonight."
"What are ye'h doin' heh!?" He hissed under his breath, smirking off some strange glances from his classmates, "Someone will see you!" Olivia laughed, and shook her head from side to side, her glass earrings jangling.
"Watch this." Olivia giggled and jumped on top of Didier's desk, he didn't even notice.
"Stop it! Sit down!"
"Mr. LeBeau?" The teacher narrowed her brown eyes at him, and Olivier could feel a slight flush coming to his cheeks, "Something to share with the class?" His eyes widened as the class turned to stare.
"Jus' tellin' Didier here, how nice y'look t'day madam." The Algebra teacher rolled her eyes, and was about to open her mouth to respond when the bell rang. Every student popped up, as if controlled by some outside force, and bolted for the door.
"Remember! Review chapter 9 for the final!" But no one heard her, everyone was already gone. The teacher sighed, collapsing on her desk. Olivia smiled and jumped from her position atop the empty desk, she walked over to the woman and placed a shiny red apple the mahogany surface. Teachers really weren't paid enough.
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"Interestin' t'atrics in dere, homme, but next time leave me outta'h it."
"Yeah, yeah" Olivier grumbeled, shrugging off his snickering friend. He knelt down at his locker, and pulled out random books. He was halfway through looking for a working pen when he felt a finger graze lightly across his neck. A shiver went up Olivier's spine, and he mouthed her name, spinning around with a smirk.
"Fe' (faye)"
"Dat was a nice show back dere"
"Well she did look pretty in dat sweater set" Felicite raised and eyebrow and shook out her long red hair. Her eyes sparkled when she looked at him, a stormy shade of blue, covered by long thick lashes. Olivier could feel his heart rate quicken, no doubt telling him to run away from the girl who had broken it so many times before.
"Y'look good."
"Merci." She touched him lightly on the arm and smiled, before sauntering away, allowing Olivier to exhale. He was still staring after her when he felt a timid pat on his shoulder.
"Umm, Olivier?" He turned his head slightly, to meet the chocolate brown eyes of Ariel Castillion.
"Oh, hi Ariel." Her mouth dropped at the fact that he knew her name, but she quickly recovered with a cheery smile. Ariel shifted her books from one arm to the other and tucked part of her sandy bob behind her ears. She was from Oregon, but her dad was in the military and bounced all over the country. Ariel wasn't very tall, about 5'4, Olivier guessed, with an athletic body. Her hair was fair and cut short, thick bangs sat a slightly above a pair of large brown eyes. Freckles dusted her nose. She was attractive, but to Olivier, she didn't exist.
"Hey, I was wonderin', um, since you, uh, seemed confused in class, that maybe, uh, you would like me to tutor you? Uh, uh, in Triganometry, that is." He wasn't listening, and her constant stuttering was getting on his nerves, but he got the main gist of what she was saying. Olivier wasn't a cruel guy, and neither was he stupid. He could tell that she was interested in him, very interested, so he was nice.
"Uh, well I don't really want-"
"right! Okay! Yeah, no biggie, that's cool. I didn't, I mean, I did, but uh, yeah. That's fine." Her eyes were glassy, and Olivier cursed his conscience.
"Wait!"
"Yeah?"
"What I meant was, I don't really need help in Trig."
"oh."
"But I'm totally lost in Science." Her smile was exuberant.
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Remy sighed shaking his longish brown hair out of his face; his eyes were glued to a pamphlet in his hand. "De X-"
"What y'readin' papa?" He blinked twice, and smiled down at a young boy. He had big blue eyes, Remy's auburn hair, and freckles dusting his nose.
"Julien, what are ye'h doin' here?" Julien was Remy's youngest child, he and Belle's first, and most likely their last. They weren't getting any younger. Named for Belladonna's deceased brother, Julien was 6 and a half, had the stubbornness of his father, and his mother's distaste for authority (what a fun baby, eh?). "Where's Noni?"
"We're playin' hide an' go seek." Remy shook his head and laughed, stuffing the pamphlet into his back pocket he steered his son out of the living room, and into the main hall.
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"Never made it as a wise man,
Couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing."
"What the hell are you listening too?" Olivia asked, materializing next to the young thief in the limo. Olivier now had to be chauffeured to and from school as part of his punishment.
"Nickelback."
"More like Nickel-Crap."
Olivier rolled his eyes as she changed the station.
"Okay so that was lame."
"What are y'doin' he'h?"
She almost looked hurt, and narrowing her blue eyes at him responded angrily.
"Am I not allowed to visit you?"
"Not in de middle of algebra!"
There was an uncomfortable silence, and Olivier listened to the soft rain that began to sound outside as they pulled up in front of the mansion.
"I'm sorry, but I wanted to warn you."
"About what?"
"I can't say, just be careful Olivier. I don't want you going out tonight."
"Why not?"
Liv planted a kiss on his cheek, and disappeared. He rose two fingers to the spot where she had kissed him, and waited for the driver to come and open his door. Why had she warned him? What was so wrong about going out?
"Papa! ah'm home!" He tossed his bag into an open chaise and walked aimlessly down the hall. Remy appeared from the kitchen, a bowl of soup in his hand.
"Olivier, ah wanted t'speak t'ye'h."
"'bout what?"
"I wanted t'see if ye'h would come wit us t'night." Remy smiled slightly, but tried to seem casual. Olivier was oblivious.
"Come where?" He asked, pouring himself a glass of icewater.
"we got a job t' do." Remy laughed out loud when Olivier choked on his ice.
"r-really papa?"
"If you t'ink ye'h can handle it." Olivier had been on a few "jobs" before, but nothing really major, but he could tell by his father's tone that this was a big one, "Tonight, we leave at 1am. Don't wake yo' brother."
"Anton's not coming?"
"Jus' you, me, Pierre et Jean" He couldn't ignore the feeling he got, looking at his son's smiling face. Remy had to forgive him, because when the boy smiled . . . he looked just like his mother.
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"Okay, non we weren't goin' anywhere, Okay maman. Bonne Nuit, Ah love you too."
Didier pushed hard on the girl's back, driving her closer too him. His other had was busy fumbling with the tricky latch on her bra, and his tongue was lost in her mouth. He felt the kiss slowly come to an end as the girl pushed him away, a coy smile playing across her pink lips. "Yummy" She cooed, pulling on a lock of his hair. Anton swung the closet door open, rolling his eyes at his buddy's disheveled look.
"Y'can come out now."
"Oh an' we were jus' beginnin' t'have some fun." Didier rolled out of the closet, his brunette friend giggling as he comically tried to play innocent, "Where's Olly?"
"He's not comin', y'ready t'go?"
"Not comin?"
"Nope," The blonde guy replied nonchalantly, reaching for his jacket.
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Belladonna sighed as she heard her son's window slide open, she had gotten accustomed to every sound in the mansion . . . and that was one she particularly didn't like. He was going out again. She was concerned for her son. Anton had a wild temper, and never really fit in with the other kids his age. Belladonna was so happy when he and Olivier found friendship, Olivier being the more sociable type. Pretty soon Anton was going to parties with girls, and staying out all hours of the night. She was happy for him, but couldn't help but miss those nights where they would stay in and play Scrabble. Belladonna sighed again as Remy tossed and turned beside her, his face twisted up into an unreadable expression. Belle ran her fingers gently across his cheek, which seemed to soothe him slightly.
"Hush baby," She whispered, letting her fingers glide down his arm to his strong, important hands. Leaning down, she kissed his fingertips, and lightly massaged his palms, letting her soft hands soothe the aches and burns.
"Buzz buzz buzz" The alarm clock startled them both. Remy's eyes flashed open, and he set his gaze on Belladonna, who only flinched slightly. She was used to the unusual pair by then, but was still far from fond of them. He reached for her hand and kissed the back, before rolling out of the large bed. "Where are y'goin'?"
"Out, we got a job t'do." He replied quietly, pulling on a pair of pants.
"Who y'takin'?"
"Olivier."
"Be careful," Belladonna smiled wide, and stepped out of the bed, "Y'got a baby t'come home to"
"Ah wonder when ah'll start bringin' Jul-what!?" It didn't register at first, "A Baby?"
"A Baby! Ah'm pregnant Remy!"
"Belle!" He pulled her into a hug, and then tossed her in the air, delighted at his wife's glowing face, "Oh ah-"
"Non, shh, we can talk about dis when ye'h get home."
"Alright, I love you." Remy whispered, before leaving the room, and trotting down the hall, a big fat smile glued to his face. Another baby . . . jeez.
"Olivier, open up. Olivier!"
"Come back in an hour." A throaty voice replied, muffled by what sounded like a pillow. The older thief smiled and clicked his tongue, popping the lock with his master key. With a quick flash of his wrist he had every light on, and Olivier's sheets thrown clear across the room.
"Y'comin'?
"Grasse ma tcheue" He mumbled just quite enough so that his father couldn't hear.
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Anton sipped his drink nonchalantly, trying to look cool when all he really wanted to do was go home. Didier was gone, lost amidst the crowd of sweaty sex crazed teenagers, and Anton was left to fend for himself. He didn't even know why he came without Olivier.
"Pretty awesome, eh?" A pretty redhead suddenly appeared next to him, a can of beer looking unnatural in her French-manicured hand. She wore a deep purple top that hung in all the right places and a trendy short black skirt paired with wild Gucci boots. Her vibrant hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, with carefully placed wisps flying out, and her funky yet simple silver earrings almost reached her bare, freckled shoulder. The girl was beautiful, with eyes like the sea, and she was talking to Anton (On-Ton, if you say it with an absurd French accent it sounds better.). She also happened to be Olivier's ex girlfriend.
"I'm Fe'!"
"I kno' who y'are."
"Oh that's right? Y'Olivier's brother aren't ya'h?"
Anton nodded his head an took another sip of his drink, it was a desperate attempt to calm his nerves.
"So what are y'doin' over here all alone?" She asked, her deep navy eyes twinkling.
"I haven't foun' anyone t'entertain me yet."
"Dat could be arranged." Felicite raised one of her delicate eyebrows and tossed her half-full beer can into the bushes, "Wanna' buy me a drink?"
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Olivier tugged on the thin wire, right then it was the only thing dangling between him and death. Hopefully it would hold. He was at least 20 feet above the ground, glass cases holding precious relics blocking his fall, and had been that way-dangling up there on his tether-for at least 10 minutes while Jean and Pierre slowly lowered he and Remy to as safe distance. "Ol' y'okay?" Remy asked, lingering only 10 feet away
"ah'm fine."
"Ready?"
"Ready." Both of the men released their hold at the same time, and were shot down towards the ground at a rapid speed.
"CRACK!" They landed painfully when the tether ran out of slack, and dangled helplessly from the harnesses.
"Merde."
"Papa?"
"Dammit, ah'm stuck. Dey didn't break dese in. Y'go ahead."
Olivier nodded and unclipped his harness, he landed on the ground and walked slowly towards a vase on the far left of the room. It was beautiful, a stunning blue with gold art, and in fabulous condition for something so old. He approached it slowly, holding his breath.
"HAI!" Olivier landed on the ground with a smack, totally unaware of what had just happened. He looked up just in time to be kicked again. Whoever was fighting him was moving at a ridiculously fast pace. He ducked the third kick, and reached for the skilled fighter's ankle, twisting it the opposite direction. The fighter yelped in pain, but didn't fall before swiping out their other leg to jab Olivier in the gut. They collapsed at the same time, but Olivier was back up just a second before the mystery fighter. "AH!" He placed his foot on their neck, and applied a firm pressure, "Any harder an' ye'd be dead." Bright blue eyes stared up at him angrily from behind the ski-mask, "I'll give y'two seconds t'tell me'h who y'are." "I don't think so buddy!" pushing all of it's weight onto it's shoulders, the masked fighter was able to kick up both legs, and shift the position to their advantage. Olivier was soon the one on the floor with a nasty gash to his head. They were smart, and ran for the vase, escaping down the hall.
"Olivier! Get 'em!"
Using nothing but pure adrenaline, Olivier raced after the thief. It was fast, but their mask got caught on the fence. Both of them froze, staring each other down. Olivier smiled, and so did the person in black. In a flash Olivier was less than a foot away from his prey, but it seemed he or she had a few tricks of his own. With one quick movement the mystery rider ripped off her mask, letting her bright blonde hair tumble down her lower back. Icy blue eyes met his, and a snarl formed on the beautiful woman's lips. She blew him a kiss before flipping over the fence, leaving our thief in a daze. With a flash of blonde hair, the woman was gone into the night. Olivier stood still for a moment, until he heard his fellow Theives running up behind him. He turned, instinctively putting his hands in his pockets, his fingers brushed against a paper. Olivier pulled the strip of paper out, it was a bar napkin for a place he had never head of, and in scratchy handwriting someone had written . . . Tomorrow 3:45
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~WHATS GONNA HAPPEN NEXT!??!
-Foo
I think this will be one of those "just go with the flow" fics . . . I've never done that before . . .
once again this story isn't particularily normal! Okay!? Olivier has a fricken' fairy godmother, that should be yer 1st clue . . . I assure you there will be more weirdness. Whatever you do, don't mistake this for reality, lol!
And yes! FINALLY I FOUND A SWEAR WORD DATABASE!!! YEAH!!!!! Ahhaha, the Cajun version (French to!?) of "kiss my ass" makes its appearance in this chapter, Hahaha.
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Son of a Thief
Chapter 2.
Disobey
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"Can someone come up to the board and show me the quadratic formula? Anyone?" The young teacher frowned; she had come to Louisiana to teach. To learn about the Cajun culture, while immersing herself in its young people, and really connect with the citizens by the use of . . . Algebra. To bad it wasn't working out. She ran her hand across her face, sighed and called on a giggly girl with sandy brown hair. She smiled nervously and scuttled up to the board, casting one bright look at Olivier. The young thief rolled his eyes, he hated this class. Olivier shook his hair out of his eyes, and fixed the bright emeralds on the red head of the girl in front of him. Her name was Felicite Gaudet, Olivier's ex girlfriend. They had had rough breakup, she broke it off with him actually, which was a rarity for our young hero.
"Psst, Ol'!" Olivier felt a pencil stab into his lower back, he groaned and outstretched his hand ready to receive the note from Didier.
Oly- Rashin' party 2nite at Mat's u in? -Did He weighed his options, Mathieu's parties weren't the most notorious, but they usually were okay.
"Uh uh" Olivier flinched, Liv had just appeared beside him, her crystal blue eyes narrowed in a motherly way, "No parties tonight."
"What are ye'h doin' heh!?" He hissed under his breath, smirking off some strange glances from his classmates, "Someone will see you!" Olivia laughed, and shook her head from side to side, her glass earrings jangling.
"Watch this." Olivia giggled and jumped on top of Didier's desk, he didn't even notice.
"Stop it! Sit down!"
"Mr. LeBeau?" The teacher narrowed her brown eyes at him, and Olivier could feel a slight flush coming to his cheeks, "Something to share with the class?" His eyes widened as the class turned to stare.
"Jus' tellin' Didier here, how nice y'look t'day madam." The Algebra teacher rolled her eyes, and was about to open her mouth to respond when the bell rang. Every student popped up, as if controlled by some outside force, and bolted for the door.
"Remember! Review chapter 9 for the final!" But no one heard her, everyone was already gone. The teacher sighed, collapsing on her desk. Olivia smiled and jumped from her position atop the empty desk, she walked over to the woman and placed a shiny red apple the mahogany surface. Teachers really weren't paid enough.
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"Interestin' t'atrics in dere, homme, but next time leave me outta'h it."
"Yeah, yeah" Olivier grumbeled, shrugging off his snickering friend. He knelt down at his locker, and pulled out random books. He was halfway through looking for a working pen when he felt a finger graze lightly across his neck. A shiver went up Olivier's spine, and he mouthed her name, spinning around with a smirk.
"Fe' (faye)"
"Dat was a nice show back dere"
"Well she did look pretty in dat sweater set" Felicite raised and eyebrow and shook out her long red hair. Her eyes sparkled when she looked at him, a stormy shade of blue, covered by long thick lashes. Olivier could feel his heart rate quicken, no doubt telling him to run away from the girl who had broken it so many times before.
"Y'look good."
"Merci." She touched him lightly on the arm and smiled, before sauntering away, allowing Olivier to exhale. He was still staring after her when he felt a timid pat on his shoulder.
"Umm, Olivier?" He turned his head slightly, to meet the chocolate brown eyes of Ariel Castillion.
"Oh, hi Ariel." Her mouth dropped at the fact that he knew her name, but she quickly recovered with a cheery smile. Ariel shifted her books from one arm to the other and tucked part of her sandy bob behind her ears. She was from Oregon, but her dad was in the military and bounced all over the country. Ariel wasn't very tall, about 5'4, Olivier guessed, with an athletic body. Her hair was fair and cut short, thick bangs sat a slightly above a pair of large brown eyes. Freckles dusted her nose. She was attractive, but to Olivier, she didn't exist.
"Hey, I was wonderin', um, since you, uh, seemed confused in class, that maybe, uh, you would like me to tutor you? Uh, uh, in Triganometry, that is." He wasn't listening, and her constant stuttering was getting on his nerves, but he got the main gist of what she was saying. Olivier wasn't a cruel guy, and neither was he stupid. He could tell that she was interested in him, very interested, so he was nice.
"Uh, well I don't really want-"
"right! Okay! Yeah, no biggie, that's cool. I didn't, I mean, I did, but uh, yeah. That's fine." Her eyes were glassy, and Olivier cursed his conscience.
"Wait!"
"Yeah?"
"What I meant was, I don't really need help in Trig."
"oh."
"But I'm totally lost in Science." Her smile was exuberant.
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Remy sighed shaking his longish brown hair out of his face; his eyes were glued to a pamphlet in his hand. "De X-"
"What y'readin' papa?" He blinked twice, and smiled down at a young boy. He had big blue eyes, Remy's auburn hair, and freckles dusting his nose.
"Julien, what are ye'h doin' here?" Julien was Remy's youngest child, he and Belle's first, and most likely their last. They weren't getting any younger. Named for Belladonna's deceased brother, Julien was 6 and a half, had the stubbornness of his father, and his mother's distaste for authority (what a fun baby, eh?). "Where's Noni?"
"We're playin' hide an' go seek." Remy shook his head and laughed, stuffing the pamphlet into his back pocket he steered his son out of the living room, and into the main hall.
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"Never made it as a wise man,
Couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing."
"What the hell are you listening too?" Olivia asked, materializing next to the young thief in the limo. Olivier now had to be chauffeured to and from school as part of his punishment.
"Nickelback."
"More like Nickel-Crap."
Olivier rolled his eyes as she changed the station.
"Okay so that was lame."
"What are y'doin' he'h?"
She almost looked hurt, and narrowing her blue eyes at him responded angrily.
"Am I not allowed to visit you?"
"Not in de middle of algebra!"
There was an uncomfortable silence, and Olivier listened to the soft rain that began to sound outside as they pulled up in front of the mansion.
"I'm sorry, but I wanted to warn you."
"About what?"
"I can't say, just be careful Olivier. I don't want you going out tonight."
"Why not?"
Liv planted a kiss on his cheek, and disappeared. He rose two fingers to the spot where she had kissed him, and waited for the driver to come and open his door. Why had she warned him? What was so wrong about going out?
"Papa! ah'm home!" He tossed his bag into an open chaise and walked aimlessly down the hall. Remy appeared from the kitchen, a bowl of soup in his hand.
"Olivier, ah wanted t'speak t'ye'h."
"'bout what?"
"I wanted t'see if ye'h would come wit us t'night." Remy smiled slightly, but tried to seem casual. Olivier was oblivious.
"Come where?" He asked, pouring himself a glass of icewater.
"we got a job t' do." Remy laughed out loud when Olivier choked on his ice.
"r-really papa?"
"If you t'ink ye'h can handle it." Olivier had been on a few "jobs" before, but nothing really major, but he could tell by his father's tone that this was a big one, "Tonight, we leave at 1am. Don't wake yo' brother."
"Anton's not coming?"
"Jus' you, me, Pierre et Jean" He couldn't ignore the feeling he got, looking at his son's smiling face. Remy had to forgive him, because when the boy smiled . . . he looked just like his mother.
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"Okay, non we weren't goin' anywhere, Okay maman. Bonne Nuit, Ah love you too."
Didier pushed hard on the girl's back, driving her closer too him. His other had was busy fumbling with the tricky latch on her bra, and his tongue was lost in her mouth. He felt the kiss slowly come to an end as the girl pushed him away, a coy smile playing across her pink lips. "Yummy" She cooed, pulling on a lock of his hair. Anton swung the closet door open, rolling his eyes at his buddy's disheveled look.
"Y'can come out now."
"Oh an' we were jus' beginnin' t'have some fun." Didier rolled out of the closet, his brunette friend giggling as he comically tried to play innocent, "Where's Olly?"
"He's not comin', y'ready t'go?"
"Not comin?"
"Nope," The blonde guy replied nonchalantly, reaching for his jacket.
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Belladonna sighed as she heard her son's window slide open, she had gotten accustomed to every sound in the mansion . . . and that was one she particularly didn't like. He was going out again. She was concerned for her son. Anton had a wild temper, and never really fit in with the other kids his age. Belladonna was so happy when he and Olivier found friendship, Olivier being the more sociable type. Pretty soon Anton was going to parties with girls, and staying out all hours of the night. She was happy for him, but couldn't help but miss those nights where they would stay in and play Scrabble. Belladonna sighed again as Remy tossed and turned beside her, his face twisted up into an unreadable expression. Belle ran her fingers gently across his cheek, which seemed to soothe him slightly.
"Hush baby," She whispered, letting her fingers glide down his arm to his strong, important hands. Leaning down, she kissed his fingertips, and lightly massaged his palms, letting her soft hands soothe the aches and burns.
"Buzz buzz buzz" The alarm clock startled them both. Remy's eyes flashed open, and he set his gaze on Belladonna, who only flinched slightly. She was used to the unusual pair by then, but was still far from fond of them. He reached for her hand and kissed the back, before rolling out of the large bed. "Where are y'goin'?"
"Out, we got a job t'do." He replied quietly, pulling on a pair of pants.
"Who y'takin'?"
"Olivier."
"Be careful," Belladonna smiled wide, and stepped out of the bed, "Y'got a baby t'come home to"
"Ah wonder when ah'll start bringin' Jul-what!?" It didn't register at first, "A Baby?"
"A Baby! Ah'm pregnant Remy!"
"Belle!" He pulled her into a hug, and then tossed her in the air, delighted at his wife's glowing face, "Oh ah-"
"Non, shh, we can talk about dis when ye'h get home."
"Alright, I love you." Remy whispered, before leaving the room, and trotting down the hall, a big fat smile glued to his face. Another baby . . . jeez.
"Olivier, open up. Olivier!"
"Come back in an hour." A throaty voice replied, muffled by what sounded like a pillow. The older thief smiled and clicked his tongue, popping the lock with his master key. With a quick flash of his wrist he had every light on, and Olivier's sheets thrown clear across the room.
"Y'comin'?
"Grasse ma tcheue" He mumbled just quite enough so that his father couldn't hear.
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Anton sipped his drink nonchalantly, trying to look cool when all he really wanted to do was go home. Didier was gone, lost amidst the crowd of sweaty sex crazed teenagers, and Anton was left to fend for himself. He didn't even know why he came without Olivier.
"Pretty awesome, eh?" A pretty redhead suddenly appeared next to him, a can of beer looking unnatural in her French-manicured hand. She wore a deep purple top that hung in all the right places and a trendy short black skirt paired with wild Gucci boots. Her vibrant hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, with carefully placed wisps flying out, and her funky yet simple silver earrings almost reached her bare, freckled shoulder. The girl was beautiful, with eyes like the sea, and she was talking to Anton (On-Ton, if you say it with an absurd French accent it sounds better.). She also happened to be Olivier's ex girlfriend.
"I'm Fe'!"
"I kno' who y'are."
"Oh that's right? Y'Olivier's brother aren't ya'h?"
Anton nodded his head an took another sip of his drink, it was a desperate attempt to calm his nerves.
"So what are y'doin' over here all alone?" She asked, her deep navy eyes twinkling.
"I haven't foun' anyone t'entertain me yet."
"Dat could be arranged." Felicite raised one of her delicate eyebrows and tossed her half-full beer can into the bushes, "Wanna' buy me a drink?"
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Olivier tugged on the thin wire, right then it was the only thing dangling between him and death. Hopefully it would hold. He was at least 20 feet above the ground, glass cases holding precious relics blocking his fall, and had been that way-dangling up there on his tether-for at least 10 minutes while Jean and Pierre slowly lowered he and Remy to as safe distance. "Ol' y'okay?" Remy asked, lingering only 10 feet away
"ah'm fine."
"Ready?"
"Ready." Both of the men released their hold at the same time, and were shot down towards the ground at a rapid speed.
"CRACK!" They landed painfully when the tether ran out of slack, and dangled helplessly from the harnesses.
"Merde."
"Papa?"
"Dammit, ah'm stuck. Dey didn't break dese in. Y'go ahead."
Olivier nodded and unclipped his harness, he landed on the ground and walked slowly towards a vase on the far left of the room. It was beautiful, a stunning blue with gold art, and in fabulous condition for something so old. He approached it slowly, holding his breath.
"HAI!" Olivier landed on the ground with a smack, totally unaware of what had just happened. He looked up just in time to be kicked again. Whoever was fighting him was moving at a ridiculously fast pace. He ducked the third kick, and reached for the skilled fighter's ankle, twisting it the opposite direction. The fighter yelped in pain, but didn't fall before swiping out their other leg to jab Olivier in the gut. They collapsed at the same time, but Olivier was back up just a second before the mystery fighter. "AH!" He placed his foot on their neck, and applied a firm pressure, "Any harder an' ye'd be dead." Bright blue eyes stared up at him angrily from behind the ski-mask, "I'll give y'two seconds t'tell me'h who y'are." "I don't think so buddy!" pushing all of it's weight onto it's shoulders, the masked fighter was able to kick up both legs, and shift the position to their advantage. Olivier was soon the one on the floor with a nasty gash to his head. They were smart, and ran for the vase, escaping down the hall.
"Olivier! Get 'em!"
Using nothing but pure adrenaline, Olivier raced after the thief. It was fast, but their mask got caught on the fence. Both of them froze, staring each other down. Olivier smiled, and so did the person in black. In a flash Olivier was less than a foot away from his prey, but it seemed he or she had a few tricks of his own. With one quick movement the mystery rider ripped off her mask, letting her bright blonde hair tumble down her lower back. Icy blue eyes met his, and a snarl formed on the beautiful woman's lips. She blew him a kiss before flipping over the fence, leaving our thief in a daze. With a flash of blonde hair, the woman was gone into the night. Olivier stood still for a moment, until he heard his fellow Theives running up behind him. He turned, instinctively putting his hands in his pockets, his fingers brushed against a paper. Olivier pulled the strip of paper out, it was a bar napkin for a place he had never head of, and in scratchy handwriting someone had written . . . Tomorrow 3:45
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~WHATS GONNA HAPPEN NEXT!??!
-Foo