|The Secret Life of a Teenage Thief
Author: SensationHorror PM
I'm Sakura. I'm eighteen. I'm a trained thief and have been stealing for as long as I can remember and the rest you want to know is not up for discussion...Rated: Fiction T - English - Crime/Romance - Sakura H. & Gaara - Chapters: 16 - Words: 26,345 - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 09-14-12 - Published: 06-23-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8248360
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Hey guys im back with another fanfic . Only this time its not gonna be all creepy and what not. However, if you want be to do another one like just tell me know. Now I don't plan on finishing this as quickly as I did with And Then There Where None, so bear with me!
I DON'T OWN NARUTO OR STEALING HEAVEN THEME
The earliest memory I have as child is being outside a house that wasn't even mine to call home. In fact, I remember just staring through the window of the house. I'm sure was about the age of three or maybe four, but it was quiet that night. A hand was placed on my head when taps were placed on my ear. It was a signal. A very important signal at that. It meant I had to be super quiet and wait for further instructions. Unlike a normal toddler, I was quiet and I was also good at waiting. The window was opened. I could see the red carpet that ran along the room. It was almost like at a Hollywood premiere only without the flashing lights and celebrities. I just sat staring through the room. I suddenly hear a bag fall quietly next to me and I remember being suddenly being held by a pair of arms holding onto me tightly. The only sound I hear is the pair of feet running quickly.
My name is Sakura. I'm eighteen. Im a trained thief and have been stealing for as long as I can remember.
That house of the thieving operation belonged to family. I honestly can't remember the name of them, but everyone knew them. Through the years in didn't belong them anymore. In fact, it wasn't anyone's home anymore. It was turned into a museum. And my mom and I were gonna tour it today. It was really Mom's wanting to see what happened to the place. Since we had already done another operation she figured we had the time so off we went. So here, I am touring some old place that I barely remember while she is off making conversation with our guide. We stood in a room with was called "The Formal Dining Room" and the guide goes off on a story about a break-in that happened long ago. I don't listen. Not fun hearing about a story that you were part of from somebody else. The room had changed that much. It even still had the carpet, which now looked smaller.
"Savannah come look at this. Isn't it beautiful?" Mom's voice called out so innocently. She always found a sense of pleasure of being by things she was once near and could easily come back and see it again. I think it was more of her just revisiting the night of success rather than the actual object. She had a smile on her face and laughed at the beautiful collection that laid before her. "I remember the carpet; it's so much smaller than it was back then." I told her. "Well, you have grown, Savannah." After the tour was over, we went back to the car. The thing with mom is she never tells me what is going inside that mind of hers. "I swear, you have the worse tastes in names you know that?" I said, she knew it after the many times I have told her. "You know I do it to torture you. How about the next place you can be Sidney?" She laughs. I nod with agreement. I passed her soda as we headed to our next unknown target..
I stared out the window wondering what our next target suppose to be. I remember a time when mom and I easily targeted a house through a charity dinner they held. I conversed with one of the servers and she told who she didn't want to go home for the summer and her mom drove her nuts about a getting a job and also about her personal life as well. I laughed with her saying I completely understood. Im sure you can tell we only targeted wealthy houses. And no we don't worry about alarms. You see alarms only go off when there is an accident, malfunctioning going on, or someone fails to put in their code in on time. Therefore, the companies always call the house first and if no answer then the police are next. I haven't really ran into any fast acting officers. I mean, considering how it takes forever for them to even get to the scene. We have set off some in the past, but you know we were long gone by then. Oh and another thing, they were POS. The companies try make it all fancy, but in reality the most common thing that sets it off is a door left opened or motion sensors. Mom dated a guy who worked for an alarm company and pretty much got a lot of info about security systems.
Right now, it's another target and Im currently stuck at a kitchen window being watched by Henderson's family dogs. Yea, Henderson house is our current target. I honestly hate these situations. One false move and the dogs go off barking. I'm normally good with dogs except the four times when there were some. One time I got bitten a couple of years ago. The bite mark left a scar on my arm. And the other three times, well let's just say we didn't get anything and sure as hell weren't going to go back. These dogs looked okay though. Like the silent type of dogs. I watch them as they watch me pry open the window. It is not that hard considering the window isn't locked. I push myself through as the dogs come over to investigate me. I tell myself to calm down. Dogs have the ability to smell fear or worry and once they do, you know the rest. To them Im just something that crawled in from outside and I plan on staying that way.
"My, you are one pretty dog. " I tell the golden retriever wagging her tail. She was that friendly dog. The one that welcomed strangers into her own home. Way too easy, I thought. She gets her food dish and sets it in front of me. Well, if that isn't the universal sign of hungry I don't know what is. I looked at the other dog. She wasn't the accepting one. Sure, her tail was wagging, but not as crazy as the others. Her fur on her back was standing up. She lets out a low growl and then a staring contesting began. If I ever wanted to run through the house then this dog needs to chill. It didn't take long for her to get bored with me and flop herself on the floor yawning. "Good girl." I slowly stood up. The other dog again picked up her dish and dropped it. Talk about patience, I thought. "Were is your food?" I whispered. The other dog ears went up. I knew that the dog really wasn't gonna answer. She just continued wagging. I looked at my watch. Mom had a good ten minutes for me to keep them distracted.
I manage to find the food and fed her and the other ones. While they eat, I turn on the dishwasher and faucet so that way they cant hear the noises mom makes. Which im sure they wouldn't be able to hear with their loud eating. The ten minutes are up. I turn the dishwasher off and the faucet. I climb back out the window. One the dogs, notices this and gives me a sad looked. Me, being stupid waved bye. Times like these I wish I had a dog and a place to call my own. I get to the car and mom is already there. We drive a bit before she pulls over and shows me our new treasures. Nothing, but smiles are exchanged. "Let's go." She says. Its my turn to drive and so off we go.
Alrighty here is the end. Now since I don't plan on updating back to back I will try to have another chapter updated later today. Read and Review!