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Stealthy Love
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A light fog crept over the city's sky, the white sheet casting away the natural glow of the stars. Though the city itself didn't need any help illuminating the sidewalks, for it was very much alive through out the entire night as beams of lights from neon signs casted light glows upon the ceament. Bustles of people still crowded the sidewalks and cars forced their way through backed up traffic despite the late hour of night. But unknown to the busy people from the city, the shadows held secrets to themselves and camouflaged silent dwellers from the city's lights.
A small form of a woman lurked in the shadows casted down between two large brick buildings. The tint of skin was hidden by thin layers of black clothing, accompanied by the same dark colored gloves and bandana wrapped securely over her nose so it hung loosely over the rest of her face, along with a well equiped and sealed back pack. Petit hands took a firm hold on a rusted latter which made itself up the side of the building towards the south. With a single heave she pulled herself upwards and all that was seen was a brush of silky black locks of hair.
She scurried up the latter with the grace of an experianced tiger, keeping her valuable prey in mind. Beneath the home made mask a small smirk pulled at the corner of her fine lips, but quickly retreated to the gray line it had formed from. She knew if she were to get too cocky her skills would fail her one day and she would be caught. As she approached the top of the building she began clearing her mind of all thoughts except her task at hand, which was to steal the scribes known as "The Legend of the Shikkon No Tama".
With an easy push off from the helping latter and a simple pull from her arms, she managed to easily situate herself ontop of the rather tall museum. After carefully observing her surroundings and making sure they were clear of security guards, she walked lightly but briskfully towards a large circular piece of glass engraved into the roof of the building. In one fluid motion she had dropped down to one knee, swung her backpack around to her side, and unzipped it, giving her a full view of the possible choices of tools. Her small hand slid into the opening, pulling out a rather small pen shapped object along with a suction cup and a piece of string. She easily strung the piece of string through a small hole in the back of the suction cup, slid her hand through the man made hoop, and suctioned the cup onto the center of the piece of glass. Then with her other hand she began fiddiling with the pen shapped object until a small red beam emitted from it's end. The red light pierced through the nights sky, striking the glass with full force and singed it's way through the material. In a matter of minutes a circle the size of a suage tank had been engraved into the glass and with a single heave with the suction cup, the shape pulled itself free from it's previous home. Once she placed the piece of free glass aside, it was onto phase two.
The mistress's hands scavaged freely through the knapsack, quickly pulling a large coil of wire and a harness from it's grasp, replacing the items with the lazer pen and string attached suction cup. She waisted no time in sliding her thin body through the harness and tightening it quickly. As her pace picked up, she uncoiled the wire and slid it through the metallic hooks on her harness. With a tug and a pull the wires were secure, now all that was left to do was find a steady place to use as a weight. She soon spotted a large hook on the side of the building used to secure helicopters to the roof during a large delivery. In an instant she had tied the other end of the rather long wire to the hoop and began descending through the man-sized hole in the glass, allowing her entire mission to depend on the sturdiness of the hook her wire was looped through.
Inch by inch she let the fine wire slide through her gloved hands, eyeing her target below. Beneath her, on a mounted alter was her prey. It's well tact pages casting a small glow from it's surrounding lights. She continued on, keeping her body in a horizontal position in order to avoid setting off any of the museum's alarms by triguring one of their sensors. Once she hovered above the scribes, her hand professionally slid down her body, keeping as close as possible to her skin tight suit, and delicately grasped ahold of the fine pages of the scribes. She easily rolled the pages into a tight cylander and slid them into a small hook on her harness. Once they were well secured, she lifted her mask, bent down and placed a chaste kiss on the white alter, leaving a deep rose print of the outline of her lips. After another flash of a smile, she quickly climbed back up the tight wire and slid through the large hole using only her upper body strength.
The bandit then untied the wires, slid off her harness, and returned to where the crime first took place. She pulled another pen like object from her bag with an oddly bent tip and fired the small toy up allowing a blue flame to admit from it's end. She shielded her eyes partly by squinting them just enough to where she could see what she was doing and proceeded to weld the piece of circular glass back into it's original place. Once finished she shuffled all her gadgets back into her black bag, swung it over her shoulder, and slid down the rusted latter with ease. Now it was onto her employer.
She proceeded to the park where he had agreed to make the exchangement. Chocolate eyes scanned the park for any sign of the man who hired her, but found none. Her brow furrowed with disgust and hatred at the thought of going through the entire job for nothing but a set of worn and out dated scribes. Her thoughts immidately vanished when a small flash of white was seen out of the corner of her eye. She turned on her heal and proceeded her fast pace towards the object she had seen and just as she had suspected, she was right. Before her stood a rather large figure, though she was sure the man was not nearly as large without his odd disguise. The disguise she spoke of was a strange pelt of white fur which covered his entire body and a baboon skull for a mask. The woman spoke for the first time in hours. "I've done as you've asked."
A head nodded approvingly underneath the babboon mask, only shaking it slightly. "Good. Let me see." The white pelt opened slightly down the middle as a human hand stuck itself out into the opened air, awaiting for the scribes to be placed in his grasp, but frowned when he felt nothing.
"My pay." Her soft voice carried through the night's air with such ease and determination it was bone chilling.
But her comment only recieved a small but deep chuckle muffled by the mask. "Yes, of course. Twenty five thousand, just as you asked." He slid a small silver briefcase across the ground in her direction. She knelt down quickly, keeping her eye on the man before her at all times while she unlatched the hooks and studied the money before her. It was indeed a lot of money for such a simple job, but when they made the agreement he told her to settle on a price and he would pay it. So she did, and she set her goals high believing he would try to nagotiate her down, but it didn't happen, so the price stuck. She then picked up a wad of money and thumbed through it with great satisfaction. In one motion the briefcase was off the ground and she began dumping the green pieces of paper into her backpack. Once finished she tossed the silver box to his feet and handed him the scribes. He returned her gesture with a simple, "Thank you." But before he had time to start a conversation with the lovely thief before him she was gone.
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An annoying buzzing shattered the silence as Kagome Higurashi's alarm clock went off at 7am on the dot. A petit hand shot out through a bundle of pink, yellow, and white covers to cease the horrid sound. The first try was a success when it slammed itself down on the retched piece of technology, but still left a very groggy woman half asleep. The figure beneath the covers sat up slowly, allowing the comforter to slide down their body. The morning sun beamed through the window, casting it's welcoming light on a half nude woman. She balled her left hand into a loose fist and brought it up to whipe away the sleep from her eyes as she absentmindedly tugged at the end of her tiny shirt with her other hand.
"Kagome!" A chearful female's voice echoed down the hallway of their nice sized apartment. The woman in the other room had heard her room mates alarm clock go off, knowing sure enough that her friend would be waking up hungry, she had prepared breakfast. "Breakfast is ready!"
The smell of fresh baccon and eggs reached her nostrils as the young woman stumbled half asleep to get out of bed. She easily ran her fingers through her silky black strands of hair while she made her way down the hallway and towards the welcoming smell of food, dressed in merely a white tank top that barely began to cover her stomach and a pair of fuzzy blue shorts. Her mouth began to water at the site of the plate her room mate had arranged especially for her. Once she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, she heaved over towards her place at the table. After tugging slightly at her shorts from riding up her butt, she easily plopped down onto the cushioned chair and began heaving fork fulls of food into her small mouth.
"Good morning." The woman before her chirpped happily. She sat cross legged in a recliner adjacent from Kagome's place at the table. The morning paper covered her face, but Kagome knew she was smiling.
Once she swallowed her mouth full of delicious food she greeted her friend back. "G'morning Sango. Thanks for breakfast." She then went back to eating, but slowed the process of getting the food from her plate to her mouth down just a bit.
Sango began talking, interrupting her friend's meal yet again, but not expecting her to stop eating. "It seems Miss Kiss has struck again." Her eyes continued trailing across the paper, reading on about more information.
"Is that so?" Kagome continued eating but listened closely to what Sango had to say.
"That's what it says here. Hold on, let me find it again." The elder room mate then licked her forefinger and thumb and began flipping back through the newspaper. "Ah. Here it is." She stopped a page before she reached the cover. "Miss Kiss strikes again!" She mocked the title with her not so famous newscaster voice which sounded deep and kind of creepy from Kagome's point of view, but she listened on any ways. "This morning, police discovered a set of very valuable scribes known as 'The Legend of the Shikkon No Tama' was missing from the local museum. After investigating the scene, it is said that a deep red kiss print was left in place of the scribes. How Miss Kiss entered and left the building without being noticed by the on duty security guards is a mystery even the best detective can not unravel." Sango continued reading the article aloud. "Inuyasha, the highest ranking detective in Tokyo, stated, 'We are trying our best to track down the thief known as Miss Kiss, but lip prints aren't exactly the easiest thing to go by.' And he's right. The local police station has conducted a search of over 500 women here in Tokyo, but not many are willing to participate in such an odd request." Once she had finished her eyes trailed up.
Kagome gazed at her, finishing off her last piece of baccon and washing it down with the rest of her bottled water. "What?" She lifted her hand, whiping her mouth with the bare skin on her wrist.
Sango let a small smile play across her lips as she pulled the news paper from her view. "So exactly how does Miss Kiss get in and out of these museums unnoticed Kagome?"
Her room mate blinked in awe as she asked such a question and soon a sheepish grin spread across her thin face. She lifted her hand absentmindedly and began scratching the back of her head. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
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Author's Note: All righty! Well there is Chapter 1. I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. Lol. Not sure if everything is spelled right though because I still don't have my Microsft Word downloaded yet and it probablly won't be for a while now. So sorry for the misspelled words. And remember to review about what you think because me continueing to write depends on your reviews! Lol. Hope you enjoyed!
Vocabulary:
Shikkon No Tama - The legendary jewel of the four souls, other wise known as the sacred jewel which Kagome shatters into hundreds of pieces in the series.
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