All right, so this fic was written by both of us. With the exception of this first chapter, that is. Be kind, people, this is our first joint fic/account. Savvy?
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
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"Late! I hate being late!"
Angrily, a young man with dark violet hair ran through the streets of Domino, his beat up tan backpack swinging heavily from one shoulder. His brown shoes clomped heavily as he made a mad dash through the sidewalk, skidding on parts where he had to turn corners. "Heh! I just might make it…"
"You there! Stop!"
"S-s-shi-i-i-i-t!" Pushing his legs harder, the man gripped his backpack tighter as he pushed over a trash can to slow his pursuers. Behind him, a bald salesman and a cop were hot in pursuit.
"Damn, that kid can run!"
"Well I should say so! This is the fifth time he's stolen something from my store! It's not like he hasn't had practice running from me!"
"Sir! Watch out for that trash-!"
CRASH
Gleefully, the man turned to look back as the salesman brushed a plastic coffee lid from his head. "Thanks for the merchandise, sir! It'll make me about sixty dollars or more depending on how many suckers like you I can find!"
Ignoring the menacing threats and curses from the two men behind him, the thief grinned as his bright blue eyes turned to the freedom ahead of him.
Nothing more to worry about now. You got what you came for and everything was going to be ok.
Finally able to stop and rest, the man let his backpack drag off his shoulder and onto the ground.
Now…let's see…what can I sell today?
"Angel Clothing! I've got clothing for your angel! Any type of occasion, marriage, school, or…whatever! I've got it!"
Grinning like a fool, the man held out a packet of clothing to a woman who was walking by. "Care to buy some Angel clothing for your daughter, ma'am?"
Displeased eyes glared back. "No thank you, sir-…"
"My name is Darren, ma'am."
A short pause for a look of disgust. "Darren. There is no way I would ever buy stolen merchandise from a thief like you. Get an honest job, why don't you? And it would interest you to know that I have a son."
Darren smiled, his expression undeterred by the harsh words. "Guys play Angelic Layer too, ma'am," he said, keeping his polite tone.
Desperately, the woman looked around for an answer that wasn't there. "Well…I don't want any! Leave me alone!"
Taking the exclamation as a farewell, Darren shrugged and waved goodbye. "Maybe next time, then!" he called to the lady, who had turned and walked briskly away. "Well, that makes thirty five dollars total today. Not bad for a days work if I do say so myself."
"Say yourself what?"
Turning at the new voice behind him, Darren smiled. "Hey! Sean! How's it going?"
A hiss sped its way out of the new mouth. "Shut up, Dark!" a man in his late teens snarled as he brushed shoulder length hair from his brown eyes. "It's almost night now. You're supposed to call me by my other name."
"What? Oh yeah. Sorry, Shadow," Darren whispered happily. "I knew that."
"No you didn't."
"Yes I did…infinity!"
Letting a heavy sigh escape him, Sean rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Did you at least make some cash?"
Darren smiled and held out the money in Sean's face. "Yeah, I made about-!"
"S-shut up!" Sean growled as he smacked Darren's hand down and covered him mouth with his own hand. "Do you wanna attract someone? Keep it down! Now come on…we're late."
"I know, I know." Dark sighed, grinning as he put the money in his pocket and followed his friend down a dark alley. "You know, this alley always makes me feel so mysterious. Into the dark alley the two heroes began their journey, never suspecting the danger that awaited them in the gloom of the night."
"…Are you quite done?"
"…NO. As they blah blah blah…"
"Good god…"
Traveling further into the darkness, the two paused in front of a rusting iron door. Knocking three times, Shadow stepped back from the door as a small opening slide in the top opened itself and a pair of hard cold eyes filled the gap.
"State the password."
"Sonia."
Instantly, the iron door opened and revealed a dark hallway with a heavy muscular guard, armed with an automatic rifle. Stepping inside, Shadow bent his head to avoid eye contact with the guard and quickly walked by him. Dark, on the other hand, happily smiled and waved before following his friend into the darkness.
After what seemed like miles of hallway, they finally reached a dimly lit room that only held a table with a lamp overhead, three dark figures hidden in the shadows, two beside one sitting in a very large fancy chair. Instantly a voice from the chair spoke, his voice hard and unforgiving.
"You're late."
Bowing his head, Shadow nodded. "Yes, sir, we're sorry. Dark was running a bit behind."
Dark grinned and waved.
The figure paid no heed to Dark as he turned his attention to Shadow. "Did you get the money?"
Instantly, Shadow nudged Dark, who put his thirty five dollars on the table followed by Shadow, who placed a hundred.
Staring at the money, the figure fell silent as Shadow glared at Dark. "That was all you could get?" he growled angrily at his friend who sighed and shook his head.
"People in this area are starting to get to know my…our line of business. It's getting harder to both steal and sell. What do you want from me?"
"How about more money so we won't have to be here any longer than we have to be?" Shadow hissed back.
Suddenly, the figure stood, his guards reaching for their sides. "Are you saying that you don't want to be in my presence anymore Shadow?" he asked a hiss in his voice.
Immediately, Shadow raised his hands in his defense and shook his head. "Ah…that's not what I meant at all! I just mean that …Dark's really hungry and we should get him some food before he starts to whine."
A sharp and sudden elbow jab gave Dark his cue as he whined softly for more emphasis.
Calmly, the figure sat down again and the guards relaxed. "I expect more next time. Since you two are the best thieves I currently have, I'll give you a second chance."
Dark blinked, confused.
"Two?" he echoed. "What happened to the other five?"
A flash of teeth could be seen from the shadows as the figure leaned on his arm and tilted his head. "Use your imagination. Now get me the money next time or else you'll find yourselves joining them."
No more words had to be said as Dark and Shadow were grabbed from behind and tossed out the door.
"Good grief," Dark said as Shadow helped him up. "You'd think he knew we could just walk out the door."
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R and R!
