3rd June, Year 2005, 10:30 pm

Blinding lights lit the busy streets of Shibuya, loud with noises of hundreds of people, night buskers, cars and the loudest, motorbikes.

This was the time of the day when gangs were most active.

A GXS400F roared with a wide-open throttle, surpassing many vehicles on this dark, slippery concrete, heading to an undefined destination.

Wearing a pitch-dark helmet with an all black attire and riding gloves,

Y/n was feeling thrilled and proud over their successful theft.

With a smug smile stretching on their face, they turned their head back and stuck out their tongue.

Y/n was being chased by a gang for their crime which they had just committed.

At least six dudes were after them on their bikes, cursing and threatening them to stop.

"You ain't going anywhere fucker, we'll murder you if you don't stop at once!"

"Sure!"

And Y/n suddenly pressed the brakes.

With a screeching noise and a little jump from their rear tyre, they came at an immediate halt.

"Murder me!" Y/n mocked loudly.

With a great speed the punks moved past them and slipped messily on the road.

Y/n chuckled and immediately went off in another direction taking a sharp turn leaving them behind.

Y/n rode quite far away from them. But they still had one leech behind them which was speeding up and almost caught up to them. They took this as a challenge and pulled back the throttle just to further accelerate; and immediately turned to see him falling behind.

But as soon as they diverted their attention ahead, a loud crashing sound rang in their ears.

Their eyes widened.

In slow motion, they felt themselves fall down the motorcycle. They felt an unrecognisable feeling in their head as if they were beyond time, their chest felt tight but also fully opened like never before. They couldn't even process the feeling.

All of it in a split second, and they were back to their consciousness, feeling a sharp pain in their right shoulder and wrist.

Y/n gasped sharply, utterly shocked at this happening. They were lying on the hard concrete on their side, with the motorcycle fallen next to them.

But they were too focused on the guy who was chasing them so

they quickly supported themselves up and immediately turned back only to find that the punk had completely vanished.

They sighed in relief, but felt someone grab their left shoulder and turn them around.

Y/n came out of their trance and realised the whole situation, they had crashed with someone and the guy who was chasing them was nowhere in sight anymore.

They looked at the person who they had crashed with, he was a delinquent, they judged from his attire. The guy wore a worried and angered expression. He had some scratches on his arms and cheek as well but seemed in a good condition. He had blonde hair and looked like a teen.

"Don't you see the red light?" He mocked, annoyed.

They did not respond.

He kept watching them as they just stared at him blankly as if zoning out.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yes." They replied firm.

He then diverted his eyes to their right shoulder which they were subconsciously supporting with their other hand.

"You don't seem so." He said to which they replied,

"I am good." He looked at them not believing their words at all.

"If you say so. But I could really help you with that shoulder."

"Thanks for the concern, but I am good."

"Don't be so cocky." They paid no attention to the comment and

headed to their fallen motorcycle to pick it up and leave.

"Man's in so much hurry.." the guy commented under his breath and looked at them amusingly, but stayed quiet till they eventually left with their injured shoulder.

The delinquent watched their carelessness with a smug look and left with his motorcycle as well.

With a paining shoulder, they parked their motorcycle outside a pharmacy. They hastily got off, went inside and asked for a pain killer.

"Not again.." the familiar pharmacist said disappointedly and passed them the tablets along with an ointment.

"Thanks." Y/n said immediately after placing the charge on the counter and leaving with their meds.

The pharmacist watched their back with a worrisome face as they left.

They rode themselves to an abandoned small house in an empty area with no lights. They parked their motorcycle in the small porch it had and got off.

'had an annoying day..'

Thought Y/n as they went inside with their bag of meds. The house was small, dusty and had a smell, but not a stinky one. It had one bulb of light for illumination. They turned on the switch and sat down on the ground, it had no carpets but they were used to it. They took out the ointment and applied it on their shoulder covering all the injured area; they also consumed the pain killer they were so used to.

Y/n did not really care much about this small space as long as they knew it was safe and away from the eyes of others. Because, it was their personal hideout where they stored all their stolen things. Afterall, they were a thief. And being one, at this age, one would obviously need a place to hide their stuff. And this small house, was their place for that purpose.

They came here oftentimes as they not only stole and stored but also spent alone time with themselves. Y/n were not only a thief but also a fight strategist who often worked for different gangs in planning their attacks for money. Of course they charged them a lot since they only dealt with big and legit gangs who took their matters seriously to consult Y/n.

But as a fight strategist, not only did they risk becoming targets themselves from those gangs but also being used to commit serious crimes like abduction.

Many times they have been used and framed for minor crimes their clients have committed. So they always stay low-key with their clients about their personal information and hide here for their safety.

Being a fight strategist requires connections, information, intelligence, slyness, and of course they do have combat skills in themselves a load as well. Combining all that, Y/n was a very influential person among gangs who sought their expertise in planning their fights, whether it be with other gangs, or inside their own. Y/n got a lot of money from them but sure, not always could they stay loaded, right? And since they had an obsession of wanting the things which they liked, they did everything they could to get them. Yes, they were selfish and very thirsty for expensive items, and they absolutely did not care. If they wanted it, they bought it, if not, they stole. Sure, morality mattered to them, but their desires overpowered it.

Y/n had their own aesthetics, they liked to collect things which were expensive and alluring to them, such as pretty, shiny, dashing motorcycles.

Y/n had a couple of them in this small hideout of theirs. Their love for motorcycles started because of their dad; who taught them how to ride at the age of 13. Y/n was not a small kid in physique, they were always a bold and strong kid in matters of physical strength. Tall, muscular, intelligent, all of them were their qualities inherited by them from their great family. Their grandfather was a military officer and their grandmother was a doctor. So obviously, great strength and intelligence was inherited. Y/n's parents were no exceptions, their dad being a great businessman and mother being a university professor.

Since their grandfather was in the military, he had taught Y/n combat, and later had them join a karate academy in which they excelled.

Y/n's family was rich, but to their dismay, they restricted them from spending on unnecessary items just because they liked them and wanted them. And this restriction resulted in them being a thief and a fight strategist for gangs just for money. They had never been caught by their family doing these jobs though, since they would always do their shady work at nights. And even if they were caught a couple of times before, their sibling was there to back them up.

Y/n knew a lot of gangs and their leaders, they had become an important asset to them that they almost always relied on Y/n for their plannings. Many of them offered Y/n high positions and even money to join their gang but they never accepted any of those because they were a neutral person; they worked with many gangs and did not bound themselves with any specific one. Sure they had some favouritism towards some gangs with which they would be at an advantage but they never showed their favouritism openly, if they wanted to favour someone extra, they would do it indirectly to keep their image as a neutral one among the other gangs.

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Word count : 1500

A/n : So I made you a thief (don't hate me lol), it's an important part of the plot. Also, who was the guy you crashed with? And what did you steal that night that you got into an accident?

Find out in the next chapter!

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