Small shadows
Six years ago
Tsuki had never considered herself to be a bad person. Sure, she stole from people all the time, but she had never actually killed anyone or anything like that. Besides, she was on her own, she needed what she stole. She was sure nobody really needed that extra food in the cupboards, or those nice gold necklaces hidden away in the drawers… Compared to some people, Tsuki was a saint…
The 12 year old girl crouched behind a bush, peering at the little wooden hut with her odd purple eyes. Tsuki had trouble fitting in with those eyes. Even though they were undeniably very pretty eyes, they tended to make people a bit uncomfortable when she looked at them. The girl smiled, brushing a strand of silver hair out of her face. That was another disadvantage where fitting in was concerned; children often thought she was an old lady from behind. That had always annoyed Tsuki, who was not the sort of person to resort to violence just because of one taunt. Tsuki blended in well in the blackness of the night, dressed as she was in the dark, slim fitting outfit of hers. She stared at the hut as the last light went out in the window. The place was in the middle of a wood, far from civilisation, so it was unlikely that there would be any witnesses she didn't know about. Even though she had not seen anybody in the house, she already knew by the throbbing feeling in her chest that it contained a family of four; two adults and two children. That was Tsuki's trademark gift: she could sense heartbeats. It wasn't like hearing it; it was more of just an unusual sensation in her body, like the vibrations of a loud amplifier at a concert. She could simply feel inside her.
Feeling the heartbeats settle into the more gentle rhythm of sleep, Tsuki crept out of cover and approached the hut. She leant against the door, no need to listen for stirring; she already knew no one was awake. Silently, Tsuki turned the handle. She was happy to find the door open, as many rural homes often are. Without a sound, she crept through the house, lifting as many things of value as she could, placing them carefully into a small cloth sack she was carrying. Her job done, Tsuki left the home, leaving no trace of her presence. Satisfied with her catch, the young thief set off in the direction of the nearest settlement, hoping to sell the stolen goods on to an unsuspecting shopkeeper.