Adult-FanFiction.org : Final Fantasy

Cat Burglar	By : suixcausa Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy XII Views: 994 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy XII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-The Gods Entertainment
- 2-The Gods Must Be Crazy
- 1
- 2
Chapter Rating: PG-13 for mild cussing and hinting at sexuality between brothers.

Notes: Tentatively posting this, if you dislike twincest please don't read and don't flame.
Cat Burglar

Sui Causa
Chapter One

The Gods Entertainment

a.k.a the attack of the plunger
Street life was rumored to do a lot of things to a person, such as corrupt their morals and change their thinking. And despite how much he denied it to others, in the end Vaan would be forced to agree. Yet street life and its effects were not a bad thing, in fact they were necessary to get by, to pay the bills each month.
Odd jobs weren’t enough to live on, and in a town such as Bhujerba there were limited ways to make a living. Too young, save not hefty enough, to be a construction worker, too hateful to work at a one of the three main nightclubs, and being unqualified to do anything else meant that more questionable methods had to be used to pick up the slack.
Bhujerba— After a careful consideration, the Police department of Bhujerba would like to warn it's citizens to be careful to lock their doors and windows this holiday season. The Bhujerban cat burglar is set to strike again!
The news paper article had gone on for several more paragraphs. Dastardly patterns and harebrained schemes were mentioned repeatedly, which had caused Vaan to scoff when he had seen the morning paper. There were no patterns or schemes -- the bills came once a month and they had to be paid, even if it was with money made from selling stolen goods. However with publicity as strong as it was, he had all of Bhujerba waiting with baited breath for his next move.
Knowing the dangers in striking a place which he could be expected, Vaan had been careful when he chose his target for this month. He had picked a neighborhood of working class citizens, where most of the residents were either working, or partying at night. A house with a 'For Sale' sign stood across from his target, and Vaan had scaled the empty building to take up roost, hiding between two wide chimneys.
Most of the houses were built from the same design, standing side by side with only horticulture and paint distinguishing one from the other. Two story buildings, front door, back door, fire place in the living room leading up to a wide chimney on the roof.
Vaan had been carefully watching the house that he had chosen for several weeks now. A new paint job had been requested, the painters working on it for the past week. The house stood at the end of the street, the only occupied house near it being three houses down, and belonging to an old woman who couldn't walk without a cane. With only a deaf beldame in the vicinity, it was only burglar alarms and a little bit of elbow grease separating him from another bag of loot.
Waiting since mid-afternoon for the cover of night to fall over him, Vaan was starting to grow restless. Two brothers, twins in fact, lived in the targeted house. He had seen them before, and knew that they worked as overpaid security guards at one of the most popular night clubs in Bhujerba– The Strahl.
Both twins had left in the late afternoon, leaving their valuable belongings unattended. Since they both worked late shifts (this known from careful observation) Vaan had until the wee hours in the morning to pillage to his delight. He decided to strike at midnight, and when the quiet beep of his watch went off he knew that it was time to move.
Hoping that he had chosen men whose wallets were fat enough to have some worth-while valuables, yet lean enough prevent private investigators, Vaan slipped down from the roof of the house. A light thud onto the ground, and Vaan started to prepare. He slipped a sack off of his back, checking his supplies to make sure he hadn't foolishly forgotten something.
The first thing that Vaan pulled out was a pair of leather gloves, quickly slipping them over a slender set of hands. The cool December air was chilling, though it was not cold enough to permeate a simple pair of gloves. Best of all, gloves covered any possible fingerprints that could be left while Vaan picked out his loot. Rubbing his hands together for a moment to loosen up the stiff leather, Vaan pulled out a loop of rope from his sack. With only a flashlight and a few other odds and ends left inside, there was plenty of room left for the loot he hoped to find.
After carefully checking the windows of each house, he made a mad dash across the road, running on grass instead of taking a chance with the crunching gravel of driveways. After a lot of planning he had his route in mind. It was all rather convenient that the Ronsenburg's had been having their house painted; the last scout that Vaan had preformed discovered a ladder left leaning against the back of the house.
He had already been set up for his first let down by the time he made it to the back of the house, however. There was no ladder in sight, and the rest of the painters supplies had also been taken away. Shocked that he hadn't noticed that the painters had finished earlier that evening, Vaan quietly cursed his bad luck. He knew from the very beginning that all doors and windows were alarmed, and he knew better than to try and break something to get in.
Determined not to give up, Vaan quickly started scouting out new options. Catching sight of the house next door, Vaan grinned. He already knew that it was empty, as the retired couple that lived there had left for a more stable climate in Rabanastre during the colder seasons. Well kept, the yard was still manicured in such a way that suggested they had a hired gardener. Across the hedge he spotted a trellis, supporting vines of a wall-climbing rose. Looking up he gauged the distance between houses, before he made his decision.
He looped around the hedge, instead of forcing his way through and possibly leaving evidence. He found the trellis and scaled it quickly, and it was only with limited scuffling he made it to the roof. Ducking low he crawled to the edge of the roof closest the Ronsenburg home. Knowing that he could jump the gap, Vaan's gloved fingers gripped the edges of the roof as taking a few steadying breaths, praying that a childhood fear of heights wouldn't suddenly come back to haunt him.
After a few failed attempts to urge himself to take the leap, Vaan finally shut his eyes tightly. "One. Two..." He took a deep breath, fingers clenching tighter on the edge of the roof before he growled. "Three!" He hesitated a second before leaping, and as he had thought, he landed on the Ronsenburg's roof with a thump. Smirking he defied his vertigo as he scrambled on his hands and knees to the chimney of the house.
He had never been inside this house, or any of the other houses of such design, yet he had seen the wood pile against the back of the house. The chimney was connected to a fireplace that did in fact burn wood, and because it was wide enough...
"Santa is making an early delivery this year." Vaan said with a chuckle as he reached back to his sack again. It was a toque that he pulled out this time, pulling it over his head and tucking stray strands of hair back underneath it. After looping his rope and knotting it firmly, he tied it around the chimney and let the rest of it fall through, planning on repelling himself down it.
As a final step before he strapped the sack onto his back, and pulled a flashlight from it. After flicking it on he shone it down the chimney, checking for anything that could hinder his way down. He saw nothing that would stop him, and squinting he swore he could have seen a hearth at the very bottom. Proud of his plan, Vaan turned the flashlight off and set it back on the chimney's edge, before he slid up to the mouth of the chimney.
He had little problems slipping his lithe frame into the chimney, but after lowering himself further into it, he debated on leaving a note along the lines of "clean your chimney", followed by several strings of profanity. As alluring as the idea became as he lowered deeper into the filth, he knew that any incriminating evidence could be harmful when police were so urgent on catching him. At least he had remembered to wear black, or else Penelo would have been on his case about suspicious stains.
Half way down, Vaan decided to get out his flashlight again, but belatedly realized that it was still sitting on the mouth of the chimney's edge. Muttering curses, Vaan started to lift himself up the rope, looking up to see his flashlight still resting there. Continuing to grumble he climbed until he could reach his flashlight, releasing the rope with one hand long enough to grab it with his other.
He spluttered angrily when he instead bumped the flashlight and knocked it off the ledge it sat on. He only had long enough to close his eyes before it bounced off his head, drawing a whine of pain as the hard metal object fell down the chimney to clatter to the ground below.
Grumbling to himself, Vaan looked down to see if he could spot the flashlight, though it was thoroughly lost in the darkness and the gloom. Sighing he shifted his weight and started to lower himself back down the rope again. Craning his neck he looked down to spot his flashlight, the poor blond did not notice as his rope was starting to be worn thin from the rough edge of brick. He was once again half way down the chimney, when he heard a heart-wrenching snap of rope.
Three houses down, the deaf old beldame's head snapped up from her snooze when she heard a shrill shriek fill the air. After wondering for a long moment what the sound was, she giggled to herself as she leaned her head back down to her pillow. "Silly teenage girls..."
The sensation of falling filled Vaan for a mere second before he landed hard, smacking down onto something solid. Stars filled his vision which immediately began to dim, and Vaan's eyebrows creased as he tried to figure out what hit him. His eyes were unable to completely focus on the flashlight he had dropped, and whimpering he lifted his hand to grab it. However unconsciousness' clammy hands found him, and he passed out before he could reach it.
--
The oddly loud sound of crunching gravel was the first thing that registered in Vaan's mind as he awoke. He lifted his head abruptly and was greeted with an intense flash of pain for his efforts. A sense of urgency filled him, and he fought back the pain as he lifted his head up again, looking around to try and register where he was. Nothing was familiar; he was in a strange room and was remarkably sore. When he attempted to lift himself up, his hand hit a solid object and he blinked as he looked down at it. "My flashlight?"
Suddenly he realized what was happening, and that was the same split-second in which he heard a car door slam. Cursing he jumped to his feet, unable to think about the pain in his head knowing that the home owners would be walking in the front door any minute. His first instinct was to go back the way he came, but the rope had snapped and there was no way back up the chimney. His choices were narrowed to either a door, or a window.
He could hear their voices now, chatting good-naturedly with each other without a clue of the panic they were causing for Vaan inside. Deciding it was no good trying to go through the front door; Vaan grabbed his flashlight and made a sprint towards the back of the house. He knew there was a backdoor there somewhere.
He sighed in relief when he reached it, hand outstretched to grab the knob. He cursed rather loudly when the stupid thing came apart in his hand. Apparently someone had never gotten around to fixing it.
He heard the front door open, and with eyes wide he spun around. Vaan made a dash for the first room he could reach, pulling the door shut behind him, yet keeping it open a crack so he could peek out. Willing his breathing to even and his heart to stop pounding so hard, (as he was sure they would easily hear it), Vaan bit his lip as he listened to the conversation going on a mere room away.
"I must stress again, that Balthier is crazy. Whatever he says is not to be taken seriously." The voice was light hearted and obviously teasing, but on a subject that Vaan was entirely uninterested in. The last thing he needed to hear right now was small talk, when all he desperately wanted was a way out.
"Perhaps Nono will someday, get over the shock. Montablanc is convinced that the tank is thoroughly damaged, but I for my part assumed that..."
"I assure you that none of it was of my doing. Balthier was the one behind it, and just because I was in the same room gives no reason for me to take the blame." The voice trailed off and Vaan gulped, leaning his ear closer to the door as he tried to peek through the crack and find out what was going on.
"Basch, did you leave a rope in front of the fire place?"
Vaan cursed under his breath. How could he have forgotten that?
"No," a brief pause, "Why do you ask?"
"Because, my brother, there is a rope in front of the fire place." The voice was borderline exasperated, as if wordlessly wondering "Why else would I be asking?"
"That's odd..." Vaan's heart was starting to thump hard in his chest again, and he was now sure that they were on to him. There was a silence, followed by a low toned conversation that Vaan couldn't make out.
His ear to the door, Vaan was absolutely still, frozen in place. Maybe, just maybe they would go to bed, or even go outside long enough that he could take his leave. There were windows alongside the front of the house, which would be the...kitchen? If all else failed he could make a break for one of those.
He was broken out of his planning when he heard a distasteful click of a tongue, a lot closer than the voices had been previously. "Never should we have let those painters use our washroom. The trail they left is like a path of soot."
There was a groan followed by "You know I have to use the facilities, why do you choose now of all times to go?"
Vaan gulped as foot steps started to get louder and louder, one of the brothers was coming closer to the door. "Hold a bit longer, Basch. My back teeth are floating."
Wondering where the washroom was in terms of his location, Vaan turned his head to look back into the room he was in. He nearly screamed when he realized he was looking directly at a sink, a bath tub to his left and a toilet to his right. Why did I have to choose to hide here of all places? Vaan whined mentally. He realized that he had a very short period of time to do something before the door flew open and he was found.
While backing towards the bath tub, the blond thief reached out and grabbed the first things his fingers met, pulling it back into the tub with him as he pulled the shower curtain to hide himself. He looked down at what he had grabbed, and squinted when he made out the form of a plunger in the dark. There was some god out there that was toying with him, he was sure of it.
Suddenly the door opened, and with a flick of a switch light flooded the room. Vaan winced but forced himself to remain silent as his eyes adjusted; he tried to keep his breathing quiet, though he was unable to stop the racing of his heart.
While listening intently, Vaan examined the silhouette projected against the shower curtain. Immediate thoughts of jumping the other man were effectively dashed. He would be horribly outmatched by the larger man, even if he did have his pants down. Frustrated, Vaan pressed his lips together firmly, trying to ignore the sounds coming from a few feet away.
There was an odd hilarity to the situation, after Vaan thought about it a few moments. He had never expected to end up trapped in some stranger's bathroom that night. Never had he even considered the idea of listening to said stranger relieve himself a mere two feet away. At least the man made no unnecessary noises (groans), or else Vaan was sure he would die of mortification.
It seemed like ages before the sound of a zipper closing made Vaan relax a bit. As the facet started to run, the brother waiting outside the bathroom seemed to get impatient. "Would you hurry it up in there?" The other whined, and Vaan mentally agreed.
The facet turned off followed by the rustling of a towel, and then the lights switched off as the door was opened. Stifling a sigh of relief, Vaan leaned back against the shower wall. Finally...
As he leaned back he knocked a bar of soap from its ledge, and with a loud thump it fell to the shower floor. Vaan jumped in surprise, and in return knocked over a bottle of shampoo, and as it too clattered to the floor, Vaan groaned.
"What the hell was that?"
In no less than three seconds, the door flew open, the lights were back on, and a hand ripped back the shower curtain.
Vaan was stunned into frozen shock, and the man he was face to face with was in the same position. For some reason the Strahl's logo emblazed across the black dress shirt stuck out at Vaan, and this time he couldn't surpass the curses any longer. "Shit!"
Vaan wasn't thinking, which would be the only way to explain why he raised the toilet plunger in a swift arch through the air and brought the toiletry down hard across the stunned man's head.
It didn't do much to injure the man, as he only stumbled back a few steps, but it was all the chance Vaan needed to push his way from the bath-tub and make a bee-line to the door. Then all hell broke loose.
The stunned brother had been able to come to his senses fast enough to reach out and grab Vaan's arm. "Basch!" The brother yelled out and Vaan reacted with a thoughtless jab with the plunger, hitting the hand away. Thoroughly disoriented, Vaan sprung sideways but came to a screeching halt halfway down the hallway. The back door was useless he knew, the only escape route out the front, but at the moment he had no time to think about where he was.
Then the second brother, Basch, came onto the scene and ruined Vaan's concentration. "Who the hell is that?" Basch asked, seeming rather shocked about what he had walked in on –his brother scrambling after a smaller figure wielding a plunger with surprising grace. With a toque and most of their face covered in soot and ash, Basch couldn't make out anything more than a nose. Vaan paused to look at the second brother when brother number one tackled. With a high-pitched yelp Vaan was brought to the floor by a much larger body. Thoughts blurred as Vaan automatically started to employ a complex evasive maneuver –kicking, squirming, scratching and biting.
The brother on top of him attempted to disable Vaan's use of the plunger as the smaller figure thrashed, but Vaan was able to lift his hands in time to jab the butt of the plunger into the bigger man's shoulder. "Let go of me!" He yelled, managing to push the brother back enough to scramble free.
He had barely gotten to his feet before Basch, who had just gotten his bearings, lunged. Vaan ducked underneath an outstretched arm, making a mad sprint down the hallway. He wheeled around a corner and cursed loudly when he realized that he was going deeper into the house, nowhere near the kitchen that would provide sweet salvation. The brothers were barreling down the hallway after him and so Vaan took his only escape, swinging into a door and crashing into a small bedroom.
The plainness of the room suggested that it was merely an ill-used guest room, but it was not the lack of decorating skills that irked Vaan. Instead it was the lack of an exit besides the one that he had come through. Spinning on his heel to dart out the door, he was confronted by a menacing looking twin number one. Effectively barricaded, Vaan gulped and stepped back deeper into the room. He would stand a better chance drawing the man away from the door then if he charged him head on.
Basch joined his brother in the doorway, where they stood side to side, arms crossed and looking perfectly content just to stand there and stare at Vaan. The smaller blond lingered at the foot of the bed, looking around for some sort of exit, unsure of where to go. He tried not to focus on the brothers, both of them intimidating enough to make him even more nervous then he already was. He was running out of options, with only a small window left. He edged towards it, looking close enough to see the panes were rather thick. He would probably knock himself out again before he would break through...
Twin number one seemed to catch on to what Vaan was thinking, taking a step into the room to prevent any improvised escapes. Basch reached out to touch the others arm, causing the other to pause and look back.
"Noah..." So twin number one did have a name. "He's not going anywhere." Basch's voice was low and quiet. Vaan heard it however, and was rather insulted. Of course he was going somewhere; he was getting the hell out of this place and was never coming back. No amount of loot could pay for the mental and emotional damage he was sure that this encounter was causing. Wincing at his lack of plan Vaan decided to get a little more height on the two men, scrambling up onto the bed without taking his eyes off the two in the doorway.
Noah winced when Vaan's soot-covered boots found the creamy white tops of the blankets, a movement not lost on Vaan, who then decided to pat himself off, dislodging more amounts of filth to add insult to injury. As he did this, his grip on the plunger never loosened.
"So it's safe to assume that this is a thief." Noah said to his brother after a while, stepping away from the door to lean against the wall. Basch relaxed as well and leaned against the doorframe, his arms comfortably crossed.
"It would explain the rope."
"And the trail of grime to the bathroom."
"Well, with him holed up here, then we may as well contact the police and let them deal with this disturbance." Basch chuckled, pulling a cell phone out of a pant pocket, the actions causing Vaan to gulp. God...please don’t...
"Breaking and entering could just be the beginning." Noah said lazily while Basch dialed the number. "Perhaps this is the Bhujerban Cat Burglar that has been causing such a stir; I've heard there is a reward, brother."
Vaan growled and started to stomp his feet on the bed, smearing more soot as he did so. He was getting rather indignant that they were having such a calm conversation while he was standing right there.
Basch had gotten through to somebody, and lifted the phone to his ear. "Yes, we need police assistance..."
Vaan snapped. Lunging from the bed he swung the plunger, managing to connect with the phone (and the side of Basch's head), with his desperate swing. The plunger was caught by Noah's strong hand when Vaan raised it for a second hit, and then was efficiently wrenched from his grasp. The plunger, which was now wielded by the enemy, whirled around and connected with Vaan's side with enough force to throw the smaller boy to the ground, joining the cell phone that had skidded several feet away. Groaning Vaan scrambled to his feet, lurching forward underneath a tackling twin towards his freedom.
Out of the bedroom he fought his way around the corner, evading grabs from what seemed like every side. He had only gotten a few feet before he realized he was going the wrong way, facing a dead end that was nothing but a staircase leading up. However with two twins behind him, he opted for the stairs instead. Kicking at any attempt to drag him back down, Vaan raced up the stairs. Instead of finding the second floor a maze of hallways and rooms to potentially evade the twins, he was greeted with a single large room, apparently an over-adorned master bedroom.
He charged for the corner which housed a pool table, and without putting too much thought into it he snatched a couple of the pool balls off the table. Cursing when Noah charged him, he attempted to dodge, but Noah followed his movements with a speed Vaan hadn't expected, and before he knew what was happening he had his feet kicked out from under him.
He landed hard with a yell, and as he was scrambling to his feet Noah was upon him. At least, Vaan thought it was Noah, God knows he wasn't going to turn around and check. Using a pool ball he threw it hard at the body behind him, and made a victorious "Ha!" when he was released as the other howled in pain.
But when one twin was down, the other reacted with a ferocity Vaan's pool balls couldn't compare to. Basch had snatched the pool cue up, and advanced with a determined look in his eye. Vaan immediately started backing away, knowing that an (armed?) Basch would be a foolish battle to throw himself into. He started backing towards the stairs, but Noah was standing again and quickly blocked off the exit.
Option after option being stripped away, Vaan started backing further into the room, when the back of his legs hit the bed Vaan winced as Basch moved closer. The blonde man looked like quite the hunter, his prey cornered and now he only had to bring him down.
Basch lunged and Vaan yelped, grabbing the night stand beside him and knocking it over to put at least some form of obstacle between him and the blond, as he started to scramble to the side. The lamp on the night stand crashed to the floor, along with a phone and clock that had been perched on top of it. The drawers of the stand also flew open as the stand itself flew apart from impact, and....condoms? skidded out across the floor.
Vaan choked with surprise when more of the square and colorful packages then he had seen in one place were strewn across the floor in front of him. His surprise was taken advantage of as Basch spun around, pool cue in hand as he slammed it into Vaan's chest with a sudden burst of adrenaline. Gasping in pain Vaan fell back, winded as he was tackled by Noah. A knee connected with his chest, and Vaan whimpered in pain as he felt something give way. Pain started to sear through him, and he fought to keep a hold on his thoughts.
His shock was all Basch needed, and Vaan's arms were grabbed and he was thrown to the floor. The pain intensified, and he realized he wouldn't have been able to move, even if he could have.
"Noah?"
"I'm alright Basch." The man said, with a slight chuckle at his brother's concern. "What a fine mess all this is, though." A strong had hit the back of his head and Vaan hissed as his face was pushed into the carpet. Biting his tongue he forced back a stream of powerful insults that were starting to build up.
Yet he had no breath left in his lungs and couldn't get any with the twin on top of him. To add to his problems Vaan was sure he was being held down on something, perhaps the phone, which was digging harder into a few ribs that from the pain could be diagnosed as broken. Who knew that a pool cue could be deadly?
He struggled weakly to try and show his discomfort, though his struggles were answered with jab in his back with a knee, and he groaned in pain.
"You hit him pretty hard Basch. Perhaps a little bit overkill for someone so small?" Noah chuckled, yet didn't seem overly concerned as they continued to hold down Vaan without regard.
"He hurt you." Basch said after a few moments. "Your eyebrow is bleeding."
Vaan groaned loudly, trying to get attention that he was in much worse condition at the moment. He heard a clicking of a tongue and was suddenly released and turned over, yet the weight on his legs was enough to remind him that he was still being held down.
"He's also bleeding." Was a dry observation from Noah. The weight on his chest letting up, Vaan was able to gulp down sweet mouthfuls of air as he identified a sharp stinging from his cheek. Tentatively he removed a glove (neither pair of eyes straying from his movements) to touch a finger to his cheek. When he pulled it back he could see the red of blood mixed with the vast amounts of soot from his cheek.
"I believe she's even calmed down now." Noah chuckled as he moved about the room to a place where Vaan could not see him. It took a moment for Vaan to realize something. She!?
"A girl?" Basch was surprised as he gently leaned over Vaan to pull off his toque. Ash blond hair now freed from its confines quickly framed Vaan's face, making Basch chuckle. "Well what do you know."
Vaan spluttered when the other made a movement to wipe away some of the blood, before he could stop himself his fingers had darted out and jabbed Basch's eyes, the only weak point that he could reach easily. He gasped in pain at the same time Basch did though, as his torso protested loudly against the quick movements. "I'm a boy." He managed to grit out through the pain, but immediately fell back to clutch at his chest.
Basch's eyes were closed tight as he cursed quietly, and Noah stepped forward to put a foot on the smaller blond's shoulder, not overly hard – just to stop him from making anymore defensive movements.
"So you are." Basch finally muttered, before he stood, rubbing his hurting eyes.
Vaan didn't care much anymore, the pain in his chest starting to become too strong for him to focus on much else. He didn't understand why he deserved such rough treatment. He had attempted to steal something, but he hadn't actually managed to do succeed.
He was released for a moment but he didn't notice until he was unable to escape again, one of the brothers having grabbed his hands forcing him to sit up. Vaan groaned in pain as his torso's plight was ignored, and as his hands were being tied behind him he promptly passed out.
--
It had been much easier to deal with their attempted burglar once he had left consciousness. After Noah had done a quick examination of the other's body for broken bones, the source of the smaller boy's pain became obvious.
Deciding that calling the police with the boy in such a state would be a bad idea (as they would probably be accused of being the real felons); they had dragged him back down to the kitchen to clean him up. Stripping him of jacket and boots, they had re-tied his hands tied behind him as a suitable precaution. Basch chuckled to himself as he wet a cloth under the kitchen sink, casting a look at Noah who was inspecting their captive.
"It's easy for me to admit that I was not expecting this tonight." Basch said, as he returned to Vaan and wiped away the soot covering his face. With the other's features somewhat intelligible now, he no longer felt so bad for automatically assuming the other was female. He was rather feminine after all. When he was done Noah quickly treated the small wound on the boy's cheek bone. He finished by putting a bandage across it, and straightened. "The ribs will prove to be more difficult. Yet I do not believe that it's anything mortally serious since he was not coughing blood."
Basch nodded, knowing that a serious injury was the first thing his brother had checked for. Of course he had not meant to do any real damage with the pool cue, but the boy was rather enduring to all their other attempts to restrain him. He had to have taken some sort of action to get him to still.
"He's sturdier then he looks, I'm sure. Do not worry yourself, Basch." Noah said, noticing his twin's concerned expression. "I'll go get some bandages."
Noah left the room quietly, leaving Basch to watch the smaller boy in a blissful ignorance of what was going on around him. Basch was sure that the boy couldn't be more than a teenager; reasons as to why such a young child was resorting to thievery were beyond Basch. The features the smaller boy possessed were uncannily familiar, as if Basch had seen the other somewhere before. Yet he couldn't place any situation where he might have encountered the other, and so decided to brush it off for now.
When Noah returned with bandages, they made quick work of untying the other's hands and stripping off his top. Noah was rather efficient when it came to first aid, and so the three ribs that Noah identified as fractured were quickly wrapped up.
"Well, it's quite late and I wish to get some rest tonight. Let's lock him in the guest room for now, he probably won't be moving around much until he heals anyways." Basch nodded his grim agreement, and after folding up sooty clothes, he followed Noah who had picked the boy up. They deposited him in the bedroom, after wiping off (smearing around) some of the soot left behind on the bedspread.
They left him there, sure that he had passed from unconsciousness into sleep without incident. After locking the door, Noah turned to his brother, who was watching it with an uncertain expression.
"Sitting up or turning over will be painful for him. I'm sure that his injuries along with a locked door will prevent him from much evasive action. I would rather not resort to standing guard." A soft smile and a hand reaching for his arm made Basch nod slowly.
"Shall we call the police tomorrow?" Basch asked, while he allowed himself to be led towards the stairs to the bedroom. "Perhaps we should allow him to heal fully before we do."
"Afraid of being charged?" Noah looked over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow, though when he noted something different in his brother's expression, he chuckled. "Fine, you decide when to turn him in. Perhaps we can come to an understanding with him tomorrow, depending on if this was merely a one time thing. He seems familiar, for some odd reason. Perhaps this was simply a grudge against us?"
Basch paused, surprised that his brother found the other familiar as well. "Perhaps...yet I can remember no wrong committed towards another."
"Morning may bring answers." Noah said with a shrug, before he smiled at his brother in a way that was far too suggestive to be appropriate. "Until then, rest beckons."
Basch groaned as he was dragged up the stairs, sure that rest was not near his brother's mind.
AN: Reviews are lusted for. =3 Flames are not. x.x So if you've made it this far, then make my day and click "review."
- 1
- 2
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Cat Burglar