Thief's P.O.V

Everything around here was suddenly getting so interesting. Mikan was wrapped up in a world of love, Hate, desperation, yet not being able to feel any of them enough to understand anymore. It was just so odd.

I couldn't tell if I liked it or hated it.

It was enjoyable to see how Mikan would stare at Natsume as he walked away and automatically her eyes would now search for him in any room she stepped into. This was a side of her I didn't know, and I liked to see.

The bad thing was she couldn't be around me as much. Those hoe bags were taking away all my Mikan time. And that is something that should never, under any circumstances, be tampered with.

Mikan's life was sounding like something out of a soap opera. Seriously. Next thing you know she will have an evil twin that will take away Natsume, only to find out that Natsume is really just a robot while the real Natsume is locked away in some lab…. Ohhhh, lets hope that I didn't just give away the whole plot….

I laid down on the couch that Mikan had sat at only minutes before she was sent off on a mission with Hate. Things were just getting to complicated.

I didn't really realize how taxing being the wall flower of Mikan's life was until my head hit the pillow.

It wasn't long before I was taken back to my past.

Flashback

Thief was just a mere child of 5 as he ran around the grounds of the temple that his grandfather was taking care of. He was laughing and smiling brightly as he chased his small puppy, stick in hand.

"Timothy, come inside," said his grandfather. Yes, his real name was not Thief. He was born Timothy Clayton St. John, but he despised his name so much that he just went by Thief and it fit him best.

"Yes, Papa!" he yelled back as he ran towards the door.

"Now, what do you want for dinner. Steamed vegetables? Brussels sprouts? Cow tongue? Crab brain?" the old man asked.

Thief stuck out his tongue and made gagging noises.

"You mean you don't like those?" his grandfather asked, feigning shock.

"NO! Silly Papa! I want curry!" he yelled as he bounced up and down.

"Curry? No! We cant have you eating food that is good! The police might come if im too nice to you, and neither of us want that!" he says. Thief just giggled.

"Curry, curry, curry, curry, curry, curry," he said as he ran around in circles around the old man.

"Okay, okay, you win. We will have curry tonight!" he said as they marched to the kitchen together, going to make curry.

Flashback end

Thief didn't even bother to open his eyes, knowing movement would most likely make it impossible to go back to sleep. He just kept his eyes shut and, like predicted, he fell asleep soon.

Flashback

Thief was now an 8 year old. He was smart, athletic, and kind. He would kick a ball around the school grounds with his friends Silver- which his real name was Kaito. Greed- His real name was Saito and Hate- his real name was, shockingly enough, was James. Not that they ever called each other that. It was just a know, ignored fact.

Thief walked home with his friends, who were planning on staying for dinner. When they got there, Thief could tell something was definitely off. He cautiously opened the door to find his home a total wreck. Everything was torn apart and knocked over.

"Papa!" Thief called, stepping over things to make his way to the living room.

"PAPA!" he yelled, louder this time. He got no response. He walked into the kitchen and looked around. He almost missed it, but he didn't. he saw a foot hanging out from around the island in the middle of the kitchen.

With every step he took he got number and number. He looked around the island to see the dead body of the man he looked up too. The man that had taken care of him his whole life. He had just been shot in the head, and had never seen it coming.

"NO!" Thief yelled as he stood there, gaping at the horror in front of him.

"NOOO!" he yelled, this time releasing all his tears. He had no more family…or so he thought and would soon wish.

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His grandfathers funeral was held 3 day s after Thief had found his body. It was a small funeral, since Thief was his only family. Thief, Silver, Hate, and Greed all sat there silently, mourning the loss of such a big person in all of their lives.

Suddenly, a blonde women came in. She was severely skinny, most likely suffering from anorexia. Her cheeks were sunken in and her eyes looked hallow. There were huge bags under her eyes. She was scrating her arm and couldn't stop fidgeting. She just looked like she was only half of a person.

Thief didn't really even pay attention to her as she went over to the casket and did what was normal at a funeral. She kept sending him glances, but he simply ignored them.

Then she walked over to him.

"Umm…are you Timothy?" she asked him nervously as she looked at Thief. He nodded his head absent mindedly.

"Hi.. Im your mother…You can call me Mimi," she said. He looked up at her. This fragile looking thing that could be bent between your thumb and pointer finger was his mother?

"How is that relevant to me?" Thief asked.

"Your going home with me," she said.

"No, actually, im not," he said.

"But im your mother." she said.

"I don't give a shit who you are or what you do. You left me with him and who knows what the hell you have been doing for the last 8 years, but I don't care," Thief said. He had an attitude and a dirty mouth for an 8 year old.

"Don't talk to me like that… you have to go home with me…you go with me now, or I will get the cops to take you," she said. Thief looked at his friends.

"I think that you should go," says Greed. He is the sensible one.

"The cops aren't good to get involved with…" says Silver.

"Don't worry, we will visit you and talk to you. We are best buds," says Hate. Thief smiles lightly, grateful to have such good friends.

"Lets go then," Thief says to the lady.

Little did he know that was one of the biggest mistakes he made.

End of flashback

Flashback

Thief, in the first week at his mothers home, learned more then years of school taught him. He learned that his mother was a drug attic who lived with her boyfriend, who was a dealer. He learned that when people are just off a high or just starting one, they are extremely violent. His mother herself had an explosive temper.

And her boyfriend was Satan himself.

Thief went form being a fortunate child, to living in poverty, getting abused, and never being able to fight back.

It was awful.

"I Hate YOU! GO DIE IN A PIT! I DIDN'T WANT YOU! BUT NO! YOU HAD TO COME ALONG AFTER YOUR DUMB ASS FATHER WENT AND GOT HIMSELF KILLED!" said his mother as she beat him over and over again. Her face was red with rage. And it was all directed towards him.

He just wanted it all to go away. He needed it too. That's when his new resolution came along. No more talking. From that moment on he never talked to his mother or her boyfriend. Never talked to a teacher or couch. He didn't even talk to his best friends. He could talk, he just didn't want too.

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It was a regular day for 10 year old Thief. He woke up, cleaned the house, made breakfast, got yelled at, and maybe smacked around a little, and then he left for school. But today was different. While Mimi and her boyfriend ate and Thief got ready for school, a sudden knock came at the door. I looked over at Mimi and she nodded, thinking it was a client.

I opened the door to see three men clad in black suits. I motioned for them to come in.

"Who the hell are you?" asked Sling, Mimi's boyfriend.

"Im here from Gakuen Alice. Your son is very talented in a certain way, so we would like to pay you to take him away to a full scholarship boarding school!" said one of the men.

The contract was sighed not even 5 seconds after. They had just sold my Soul for money. Not that I really cared.

"Go get your things." said the middle man.

I went into my room and grabbed my duffle bag. I shoved my clothes, Ipod, and picture of my friends and grandpa in there. I walked out.

"Bye son! I will miss you and I love you!" said my mom as she tried to hug me, putting on a good mom act.

I pushed her away.

"There drug attics," I mouth to the men. They nod and call the police.

"You bastard!" yells Sling. I dodge his flying fist as the men lead me to a black limousine. I give them the finger as I look back one last time and I head away to a new life.

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At the academy I found out that all my friends were already there. I found out that I wasn't just a freak that had wired powers. My best friends, that I had never told about them, had them too. It was good to have them here.

We might be murderers and are constantly being used as weapons, but at least I got my brothers with me.

Flashback end

I smiled a bit in my sleep at the last part. Yeah, all I need is my family….and im happy that its grown a person…

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Short, sweet and about the past. Please review, thanks for reading!