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"Look, Sebastian although your apparent concern is endearing, you really can't talk me out of it."
"But My Lady, you are the Phantomhive heir. . You don't need to steal anymore."
He put emphasis on the last sentence and looked at her with imploring eyes.
"I don't want to touch that brat's money Sebastian. You know that perfectly well. Besides, it's more a sense of pride."
"Pride, My Lady?"
She zipped her up her rucksack and looked him right in the eye as she stood up.
"To prove that I can steal from royalty; this is a matter of the Phantomhive pride. From the stories you tell me, Ciel was pretty much useless."
Sebastian really couldn't give any argument at that.
"That's what I thought."
She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and left the room silently, dragging a wide eyed Alan behind her.
"Now Alan, you hear me whistle you run. The last thing I need is for the Professor to see you. Don't worry, I know how this guy works, he's too trusting his things will be in a safe with his mother's birthday as the passcode. "
Alan nodded and swallowed audibly.
"Be careful sissy."
She kissed his cheek.
"I will."
She ran up to the window without even a blade of grass waking up. She looked back at Alan one last time, and then wiggled through the window.
Once inside Kip was surprised at how well her teacher lived, she risked herself a low whistle as she looked at the leather armchair and the golden statue of a many armed Goddess. Kip could feel her fingers twitching to take the statue but it was too big. She only took small things, that wouldn't be really noticed until the owner went intentionally looking for it. That way she could hit the same bee hive more than once.
Kip sprayed some unscented hairspray into the air around different cabinets, just to make sure there weren't any silent alarm trips. As she thought, there were none.
She bent down and looked at the safe, she had memorized every birthday, address, and age of every immediate family member. She twirled it and whizzed it side to side, but to no avail. She let out her breath sharply in agitation, when her eye caught the gold statue again, she got an idea. She went over and looked at the plaque that was at the base of the statue.
"Here we worship Kali, The destroyer of Evil."
Kip looked at the face of the Goddess more closely and saw that she was holding the head of a demon in her hand.
"Think you could do an old pal a favor?"
The statue remained motionless.
Kip sighed,
"You loss."
She went back to the safe and pulled out the cell phone she'd had since she was 13.
K-4-A-1-L-4-I-3
*Click*
"Jackpot."
Inside the safe was everything and a little more than Kip had imagined. Gold bracelets set with emeralds. Necklaces, cloth, toe rings, diamonds, even spices! She could barely think as she took in the massive wealth.
She shook herself out of the stupor and began looking for little insignificant things that wouldn't normally be noticed. She took a ruby the size of her pinky (which was abnormally small), a silver bracelet with sapphires, a porcelain jar painted with red and gold, and, she decided to indulge herself as she grabbed a golden wrist cuff that was carved with intricate designs and miniscule diamonds here and there.
Making sure to carefully wrap everything so it wouldn't make any noise, she shut the safe and set it back halfway between the 8 and 9 where it had been when she arrived. She went back to the window she had entered through.
Kip turned around and bowed in a very formal way to the Goddess. She held out a little black contraption that she had found mounted on the base next to the plaque.
It was a tiny little camera.
"You're good Professor,"
She set the camera down on the window sill.
"But I think you'll find I was better."
She slithered out of the window and landed silently on her feet. There she met Alan, gave him a big smile and ran all the way home to look at their new treasures.
The next day was Saturday so Kip and Alan decided to go To Mort's shop together. Alan had barely been able to go to sleep because he loved looking at the jewels so much.
As usual, the bell jingled merrily when they walked in. What they didn't expect was to see Professor Adani and some boy a little younger than him.
"Alan, remember. We're here to visit our dear uncle who owns this fine establishment."
He didn't ask any questions, but just went over to Mr. Mort and said,
"Uncle Morty! You don't mind of we look around for a bit do you? Oh hello!"
Alan turned his angelic blue eyes on the two Indians. They looked so dumbfounded at Alan's utter innocence, Kip had to giggle a bit.
"Of course not Dear boy, I assume you're sister is here with you?"
Mort turned his gaze toward Kip who had used Alan's distraction to hide her rucksack in an old dresser right by the door.
"Where else would I be Uncle? Oh and Professor, I never did thank you for stopping by last night. I really appreciate it."
Adani widened his eyes a bit but smiled at her.
"It was my pleasure. What a coincidence that this is your Uncle's shop."
Adani turned back to Mort, but the younger boy who hadn't spoken still stared at Kip. More like he stared at her eye patch.
"Where are my manners? Kip, this is my cousin, Sam. He's here visiting from India."
Kip only smiled and willed him to look away.
"It is a pleasure to meet such a lovely girl."
Alan giggled.
"Well, it was nice seeing all of you, but we have to run."
Adani and Sam went out of the shop, not even glancing at the old black dresser.
"Good God Mort! Couldn't you have warned me? It's going to look a bit suspicious if I walk in here with a backpack the night after they've been robbed!"
"Did you take anything they would have noticed?"
"Of course not, I'm just saying."
Kip set the backpack on the counter and took out all the treasures one by one. Watching Mr. Mort's smile get bigger and bigger as each one passed under his nose.
"I have other work to do, but if you could look these over, I'll come to pick up my share tomorrow."
Mort barely looked up.
"I trust you'll be as fair and just in our payment as you have in the past?"
Right next to the golden cuff, Kip laid her revolver that had been hidden in her sweatshirt pocket.
"Of course my dear, I wouldn't dream of being anything but."
"Good."
Mr. Mort didn't even look up when Kip and Alan left the shop.
"But Sissy. . . Won't he cheat us if we aren't there?"
"No Alan, Mort is a decent sort of bloke; he wouldn't cheat his best supplier."
"Oh. . . Well that's alright then."
Kip linked her arm through his as they were walking down the street towards the café that made Alan's and Kip's favorite waffles.
As they passed an empty alleyway, Kip's eye suddenly started itching. It wasn't the agonizing burn of before, but it was a hell of a nuisance.
She looked over into the alleyway and saw Sebastian standing there in a black leather jacket. His eyes were glowing that menacing red. He put his hand over his heart and bowed to her.
"You really are becoming somewhat of a bother, Sebastian."
"What?"
Alan looked at Kip in confusion.
"Nothing. . . just talking to myself."
"Ok. . . Hey Kip? YOU think we could ask for extra whipped cream this time? I think Jan is cooking today."
She ruffled her brother's hair.
"Of course, who could resist those eyes anyway?"
Alan giggled and Kip looked back at the alleyway. Sebastian was gone, but his message was clear.
"You can't run, you can't hide, because I will always be able to find you."
Kip put her hand over her eye, and for some reason, she wished she could gouge it out.
Hope you like this one. I know you all want to know what happens with Sebastian and Alan's kidnapper and I am working on it. It's one of those things I have to get perfect, so I'm putting in these little filler chapters, just so you get to know the other characters a little better.
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