Ninja Star
Hikaru Hitachiin
"What is this rich boy doing here?" She mumbled under her breath. She stood in the midnight shadow of a building, observing the son of a famous fashion designer. Flipping through Hikaru Hitachiin's wallet that she had pick-pocketed, she stole some money from it and slipped it into her pocket.
He's cute. I should go give this back to him. Empty, of course. She smirked. She walked quietly behind the boy under the street lamp. "Hikaru Hitachiin?" She tried to sound as sweet as possible. He turned at the sound of his name. "I found your wallet," and she held it out for him to take.
He stuffed it into his pants pocket. "How'd you manage to take it so silently?" he asked. His eyebrows rose in question. The girl was taken aback. There is no way he could have known!
"What are you talking about? I didn't steal anything!" She assured him, if not a bit too defensively.
"Sure you did, I saw you. I was just wondering how you were so silent in doing so. I didn't even feel you behind me." He looked at her mischievously. She just gaped at him.
"I–It's not my first time," she tried to sound aloof and failed, tripping over her words. This boy was breaking her. He knew how she worked. It was something she had never experienced from an outsider.
Hikaru laughed, and hearing this, the girl lightened up and laughed too. "You're pretty, so I figured I'd give it back."
"How much did you take?" He asked, pulling it out of his pocket and flipping it open. The girl shrugged.
"Some."
"I guess I'm not getting it back, am I?"
"Not a chance." She grinned devilishly. Her two-colored eyes glinted in the moonlight.
"Keep it. It's not like I need it."
"Surprise, surprise, a rich boy out here in rough country? Aren't you a little far from home?"
Hikaru kicked around a plastic bottle on the curb. "I've always had money. I'm just bored with it. Everything is so pristine it's sickening."
"Money, clean clothes, warm food, what a shame," she lamented sarcastically. "You don't know the half of it. If I were you, I'd run right home and climb right back into your Egyptian-cotton sheets, or whatever rich kids sleep on. Forget all about us."
Everyone else has.
"See? The way you said 'rich kid' like it was a bad thing! I hate that. Everyone does it!" The girl looked at Hikaru with false sympathy. He continued, "I'm just sick of it, you know? I want a change. I want to work for my food, to steal to survive. I want an adventure. I'm tired of everything being handed to me," he kicked the bottle hard making it clunk down the street.
"Wait right here, I'll be back!" The girl called. Before Hikaru knew it she was pulling herself onto the roof of the nearest building.
He did a double take. Did she just scale the wall? In sneakers?