A small figure silently worked open the window to the house. Inch by inch, the window opened until he could work himself inside. Once inside the house, he crept to where he had seen the owner of the house hide it. He silently removed the painting and held an ear to the wall. He twisted the dial, listening for each click.
A young black haired girl heard a bit of creaking and clicking downstairs. It might've just been Manten again. But she decided to go down to check anyway.
The safe opened, and he cautiously reached inside of it.
Souten reached the bottom of the steps and walked into the dining room to see a boy about her age walking away from the safe behind the painting. "What they hell are you doing?" She asked raising an eyebrow. He jumped, then slowly turned around. His eyes were wide with fear. Of all the times he had done this, this was the first time he was caught. "What the hell are you doing?" She repeated.
"I…umm…." He managed to squeak out.
"Well…?" She snapped.
"H-here." he placed down what he took from the safe and edged back towards the window.
"Hey!" She called. "What's your name?"
"…Shippo."
"Shippo...." She repeated quietly. Then she smiled walking back to her room. "That's a chance meeting not soon forgotten."
Once outside, Shippo let out the breath he had been holding. All those times, in and out, not being caught. And yet, the one person to catch him was a young girl. "And she let me go." he said quietly, disappearing down an alleyway.
"Hello Shippo." A voice crooned. "If I hear correctly you were caught tonight...."
He shuddered and looked down. "You heard correctly." he muttered.
"Well...that's new isn't it?"
"So what if it is?" Shippo asked bitterly.
"Well if you keep getting caught you'll end up in jail. But living on the streets as you do you might just go to jail anyway."
"I've only been caught once. And it won't happen again." Shippo replied
"Here's your pay for what you got me last week punk. Now go." He shoved two one hundred-dollar bills into the boys' hand and walked off. Shippo looked down at the money in his hands, then scampered off the other way.
A young black haired girl heard a bit of creaking and clicking downstairs. It might've just been Manten again. But she decided to go down to check anyway.
The safe opened, and he cautiously reached inside of it.
Souten reached the bottom of the steps and walked into the dining room to see a boy about her age walking away from the safe behind the painting. "What they hell are you doing?" She asked raising an eyebrow. He jumped, then slowly turned around. His eyes were wide with fear. Of all the times he had done this, this was the first time he was caught. "What the hell are you doing?" She repeated.
"I…umm…." He managed to squeak out.
"Well…?" She snapped.
"H-here." he placed down what he took from the safe and edged back towards the window.
"Hey!" She called. "What's your name?"
"…Shippo."
"Shippo...." She repeated quietly. Then she smiled walking back to her room. "That's a chance meeting not soon forgotten."
Once outside, Shippo let out the breath he had been holding. All those times, in and out, not being caught. And yet, the one person to catch him was a young girl. "And she let me go." he said quietly, disappearing down an alleyway.
"Hello Shippo." A voice crooned. "If I hear correctly you were caught tonight...."
He shuddered and looked down. "You heard correctly." he muttered.
"Well...that's new isn't it?"
"So what if it is?" Shippo asked bitterly.
"Well if you keep getting caught you'll end up in jail. But living on the streets as you do you might just go to jail anyway."
"I've only been caught once. And it won't happen again." Shippo replied
"Here's your pay for what you got me last week punk. Now go." He shoved two one hundred-dollar bills into the boys' hand and walked off. Shippo looked down at the money in his hands, then scampered off the other way.