A/N: So sorry, Flu and any other Minecrafters who read this story, For a Free Minecraftia won't be updated until next week. I've put all my energy into thinking up of something for this. I hate this theme. Especially because Brynn had only just met Hanso and vice versa at this point in the story.

Also, this chapter is a bit... I dunno... angst-y? It's my first time writing like this, and I don't think I got it quite right, but hey, it's Fanfiction. And yeah, another short chapter.

Love

"People love different things. He knew that"

Brynn shone like a star because she loved dedication and honour, which was what Brightvale Guards were known for. Every slash of her sword was precise and calculated, every criminal she caught was proudly shown to the dungeon keeper. She loved her job and the focus that was required for it. Everyone knew she was aiming to become Captain of the Guards one day, and everyone knew that she'd probably get what she wanted. Everyone could see her passion. She was born to be a knight in shining armour.

He'd remember her shouting out his name one day, when she'd spotted him stealing something or other from someone or other. It was an annoyed shout, like he'd been nothing but a thief. An annoying, pesky thief.

"Hanso!" she'd yelled over the loud noises of the city, her voice nearly lost over the metres it had to travel. He'd heard it, and he sure wasn't happy. A name, that was all he was. A name. Attached to a grubby criminal. He didn't mind. He was born for thieving as much as Brynn was born for guarding.

Hanso, that annoying, pesky thief. That was all he'd ever be, an annoyance. A grubby street urchin forced to steal to survive. And he loved it.

He loved the thrill of running at full speed, unweighted by anything, like he was able to fly. The feeling of weightlessness as he bounded over fences and soared over walls. He loved the job itself, even though he wouldn't even be known as himself, just as a face on a wanted poster. Brynn wouldn't understand. Nobody did, apart from his fellow thieves.

He was in an alleyway, staring at the cobblestones. It was a back alley, safe from guards. He didn't mind the stink from the garbage thrown around the walls. He probably smelled like that himself. He didn't mind. Nobody would check up on his appearance, no parent would force him to take a shower once a day. He didn't have parents. That was over with. He was Hanso, the thief. Nothing more.

A Mootix crawled up the wall. He loved Mootixes. Petpetpets, they are. Bugs to be squished or locked up in a glass dome with little pets staring at you each day. Little worms, creeping through cracks, like himself. Able to blend in with the fungus on the walls. Proud to be a nobody. Just a face. They loved it, so did he.

Candelight flickered from the window as a curtain was drawn. A broomstick poked him in the back, and he leapt away. "Thief," the lady hissed. Even though she was obviously from the lower class, she still hated thieves. That was the only sane thing about this world- everyone hated thieves. Thieves loved their job, stealing from the rich and giving to the poor like Robin Hood from the old stories. They didn't like anything else much apart from their job. And so the other people didn't like them. Didn't talk to thieves, they don't. Never will. They're just thieves, after all.

They love it, that's all that matters. Brynn liked being a guard, everyone acknowledges that. That blue Ixi thief on the wanted posters on the baker's window obviously likes stealing, even though nobody's ever bothered to find out. They acknowledge that. They don't like it, but they know it. They love knowledge, the gossip spreading around town as fast as the sandstorms from the Lost Desert.

Hanso however, knows nothing. Can't read, can't write, can't draw. Looks like a thief, is a thief. Lives on stolen food. Hasn't spoken to anyone besides Brynn and some thieves for weeks now. Only Brynn and possibly Desiree know what he's really like, that he actually has a personality. And even they forget that sometimes, when he becomes just another criminal. Far beneath his notice. That's all he is- a criminal. He doesn't know, he believes. He thinks. He relies on instincts. Other people will know, other people will love knowing. Love being in this vibrant city, one of the major cities of Neopia.

Hanso doesn't. He likes thieving, that's all he'll love. End of story. He's just a thief, and he loves it.

*winces* So yeah. That's all I managed to spew out after many hours of deliberation. Sorry... I just can't write long. Blame my short attention span...