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
Wow. I'm soooo sorry that it's taken this long to update one bloody chapter. xD Surprisingly enough, I had finished writing this chapter on Valentines day. However it's taken me THIS long to find the time to rewrite/revise/edit it to a suitable point. Even now I have the feeling that this chapter is hardly up to par, but I need to put it behind me so that I can continue on with this fic. If it's less enjoyable then the first chapter I apologize, and hope that the next chapter will be better. ^^;
Chapter Two - The Gods must be crazy

AKA � Escape artists
Noah felt quite content when he opened his eyes the next morning, a private heat source having been clutching to him since the previous night. As he moved to tighten his hold on his brother, Basch muttered something entirely unintelligible in his sleep, causing a smirk to tug gently at the corner of Noah's lips. Basch's ability to wake up early had slowly degraded throughout the years of comfortable living with his twin.
In a teasing manner Noah tickled a finger down his twin brother's spine, stroking until eventually Basch roused himself into wakefulness. "Good morning." Noah said politely, before he leaned down and pressed a light kiss to Basch's neck. The carefully placed kiss caused Basch to roll over a fraction.
"Would you know why it feels so early, perchance?" Basch grumbled, finally lifting his head just enough to spot the clock on the freshly-battered night stand. Finding it to be long past eleven, Basch barely felt guilty as he dropped his head back into the pillow. He could have sworn it felt like the wee hours of the morning.
"You don't recall the eventful night we had?" Noah chuckled, sitting up after gracing Basch's neck a final kiss. He barely noticed when Basch's hand snuck out to grab onto the pillow he had just been using, yanking it over his head to block out annoying beams of light.
"I hoped that to be a dream." Basch mumbled from in between the pillows, an arm dragging inwards so Basch could rub his eyes sleepily. As Noah left the bed in choice of selecting some clothes from the dresser, Basch subtly pulled the pillow back to watch from his comfortable position. Noah was lacking any form of attire, and Basch wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to let his gaze linger, no matter how exhausted he felt.
"Unfortunately, no." Noah remarked as he pulled a shirt from the drawer. "I took an opportunity to check on the boy while you were still sleeping. He's out like a light but still alive and well." He paused in the motion of pulling the shirt on when he felt his brother's gaze digging into his spine. He turned with a sigh to face a smirking Basch.
"I remember you saying that he was not apt to escape."
Noah cleared his throat, before and quickly pulled the fabric over his head. "Of course he cannot. I was simply making sure--" Basch raised an eyebrow.
"That he was sleeping well? Would it be a correct to assume that you were not as confident about him as you let on to be? Yet you wished to ease my mind while defiling my body?"
Noah once more cleared his throat, hurriedly tugging pants on. "Right, I'll start breakfast." He said while quickly evacuating the room to avoid any more gentle accusations.
Basch was grinning as he fell back into the bed, pulling blankets over top of himself as he did so.

~~~
Late morning had come and gone by the time Basch wandered into the kitchen, drawn by the smell of food. Noah had already served his own portion and was sitting comfortably in front of the island counter, leaning on an elbow and picking at whatever remnants were left. Sighing at the fact that he would have to serve his food himself, Basch took a plate and did so without any more complaining.
While picking the food off the pan, he realized that Noah had made enough for a third portion. "When were you planning on feeding him?" He asked thoughtfully while he glanced to Noah.
"I was waiting, as was the rest of the world, for you to grace consciousness with your presence. I believe you were in charge of the boy?"
With a sigh Basch nodded and sat down in front of Noah. "It's unlikely we'll be able to juggle both work and playing jail with him."
Noah looked intently at his orange juice for several long moments, before Basch cleared his throat. Taking the subtle hint to speak, Noah grunted. "So you're suggesting we phone Balthier? If that is the case then you can do it yourself. Personally I'd rather just fail to show up."
Basch shook his head, taking a bite of his eggs and chewing for a moment. "I'm sure you'll find the consequences of that far harder to handle then a simple phone call. Knowing Balthier he's likely to send a search party out for us, which could lead to some unnecessary complications."

"Careful, Basch. You're almost suggesting that I should do it. May I kindly remind you that while you were sound asleep in bed, I made breakfast. You ought to be the one to call him.�
"You make breakfast every morning anyways. Because if I made breakfast we'd probably perish from food poisoning."
"While that's true..." Noah grinned and Basch huffed into his hash browns, "You can't change the subject." Leaning backwards Noah grabbed the portable phone from its cradle, sliding it across the counter top to Basch.
"I thought that feeding the boy was my charge." Basch huffed, ready to grab any excuse to get out of the unpleasant task of calling Balthier.
"Report that I'm ill." Noah suggested.
"And if that fails?"
"Then I'm ill, and you're starting to come down with it too. He has a heart, I think." He said in a way that reflected just enough uncertainty that Basch was hardly comforted by the notion.
"There is evidence to the contrary. Recall when Vossler had strep throat, and Balthier refused to give him time off work. Nearly everyone got sick. You expect me to call in faking sick and succeed where someone who was actually sick couldn't?"
"You're exaggerating." Noah mumbled while taking a sip of his orange juice. Watching Basch over the edge of the glass, he suddenly grinned. "Was that the occasion we played that delightful game?"
Basch groaned, cheeks coloring at the memory.
"Where I was the doctor, and you were the nurse, and Balthier was the voyering patient?"
Basch who had just been about to drink from his own glace started to cough, setting the glass down firmly. It was quite impossible to forget that experience.
"Alright then, you're calling." Noah said, as if the case was closed.
Wondering when a suitable reason had been established, Basch gave up on arguing. Noah was not going to lose this argument, and fighting against that will power was pointless. Yet he couldn't help but glare at his twin while he grabbed the phone and started to dial the hated numbers.
Silence settled in the room as Basch listened to the phone ring, clutching the phone tightly. Noticing this, Noah chuckled, leaning back on the stool as he smirked. "Remember, I'm dreadfully ill."
Basch was just about to say something in response when the phone was answered and he was forced to turn his attention to it instead.
"This is Basch Ronsenburg speaking, could you please put me through to Balthier?" Noah gave his brother a venomous grin as he leaned against the counter in a relaxed position, as if to prove how happy he was that he wasn't the one holding the phone.
Basch ignored him as he started speaking again. "Hello, Balthier? It's me. No...Basch, not Noah." His twin smirked and Basch huffed. "Ah...I'm sure." Basch said in response to something or other, and then raised his eyebrow. "How much have you been drinking? Oh, only three?" Once again he fell silent, obviously stuck in one of Balthier's most self-centric run-ons. "I'm glad you enjoyed your time with her." Basch muttered after a long time, before grunting acknowledgement to a question.
"Actually, yes. I was calling to request some time off. About a week." He cast a glance at Noah, who nodded his head slowly. "It's because Noah became rather ill last night. ... Yes, it surprised me too actually." Another glare. "Uh, 106? Yes, it broke the thermometer." Noah scoffed and Basch gave a sheepish look. He was far too honest to be a good liar.
"Well, I have to uh, stay here and tend to his needs." Suddenly Basch's eyes darted to Noah, his cheeks flushing at something the other had said. "No...I don't think he's quite feeling up to that. Not even with the nurse outfit." Noah attempted to disguise his laughter with a fit of coughs, though Basch caught on immediately and shot the other a glare.
"Yes...I understand your situation, but he really is quite sick." Basch then gave his twin a desperate look, indicating to Noah that the plan was not working.
"Plan B." Noah mouthed, and Basch winced.
"I think it's quite contagious as well. As a matter of fact, I think I can feel myself coming down with something as we speak." A pause, and then Basch winced. "Starting to feel my temperature rising." But it was not from a fever.
There was a brief pause before Basch bit his lip. "No! Of course I'm not lying to you! I'm not hiding anything either!" He gave Noah a helpless look and his twin looked terse. "We are simply ill and need to take some time off to rest up and recover..." He was silenced again, and gave Noah a panicky look that made the other groan.
"Plan C, then."
Basch put his hand over the phone receiver. "There was no plan C!"
"Improvise!" Noah hissed, while rubbing the bridge of his nose nervously.
Basch spluttered a curse, without a clue of what to say while Balthier was giving him a lecture of why trying to mislead your employer and lover was wrong.
"Okay, so maybe we aren't sick?" Basch offered. "But something horrible happened and we have to miss work because of it."
Noah grumbled something under his breath and Basch wilted, knowing he was caving under the pressure. He had known this was a bad idea!
"What could be so horrible? ... Well...uh..." Between Noah watching him intently, and Balthier calling him at every bluff, Basch was starting to get rather flustered.
"Noah dismembered me!" He shouted, and immediately blanched when he realized what he had just said. "A blender...And chopsticks! Last night got a little crazy."
Noah's eyes widened and Basch slapped a hand to his forehead, looking so utterly helpless with a phone in his hand and no ability to convince someone of the simplest things. After a long silence, Basch had gotten rather sheepish. "I don't think he's feeling up to that..."
There was another long silence and Basch muttered something under his breath, glaring not only at Noah, but at every object within his line of sight. "I'll stop now, sir. Here he is." Basch snarled at Noah while handing him the phone.
"Next time you're calling."

~~~

"Hello?"
"Why Noah, it sounds as if you've made an exceptionally vast improvement! From what your brother told me I was determined you were on your death bed." Noah's sheepish cough only encouraged Balthier to continue. "Ah but of course, only you could ever convince Basch to lie so horribly. You failed to create enough back up plans, however. Remember Noah, that Basch excels in over-thinking things, not spontaneous action."
"A funny thing, that." Noah said while smirking into the phone.
"So, are you planning on explaining why you need time off? Be honest, you know I couldn't refuse you a little favor exchange."
"The last four of our vacations were wasted granting you such exchanges. I believe it would be in good blood if you granted us a vacation for ourselves, just this once."
There was a brief pause. "So is he cute?"
"Excuse me?"
"The person you're planning on spending the week running after, is he cute? I'll be offended if he isn't any sexier then I am."
Noah groaned. "I believe man-hunting is your way of spending vacations, not ours."
"But what other reason could you possibly have for missing work and ignoring me?" Balthier's voice had just enough trace of a wine to make Noah feel temporarily guilty.
"It's a family matter."
"Ha? You? Your only family matter is keeping Basch's libido well sated. If that is what you wish to concentrate on for a week then just say so."
Noah winced. "Nay, unfortunately that's not it."
"Then tell me what it is that you want time off for."
Finally Noah groaned. "You can't leave anything alone, can you? You can't just say "Okay Noah, thanks for the loyalty all these years, sure you can have some time off." Can you?"
Balthier's only response was a chuckle, and Noah finally gave in.
"A thief broke into our home last night, and was wounded in the following scuffle. We are going to heal him before we turn him in."
"So he is more attractive then I am?"
"It has nothing to do with that."
"So that's a yes? Planning on roughing him up a bit before you turn him in, is that it?" Balthier asked, with a rather suggestive tone to his voice.
"No! You know it's not like that."
"Are you sure?"
Noah twitched. "Have a nice day Balthier, we'll see you in a week." The man grunted, before he promptly hung up.
Basch sat in front of his now cold breakfast, poking at the eggs idly. "Well that was harsh."
"You held yourself well brother." Noah said sarcastically, earning a glare from Basch.
"Don't we have to feed the boy?" Basch muttered, intent on changing the conversation.

~~~
Vaan had completely lost his bearings when he woke up, thrown off balance by the strange room that he did not recognize. Worse yet was his surprise when he found he could not sit up without an intense pain shooting through his chest. A thoroughly disoriented Vaan spent the next few minutes afterwards trying to recall where he was and what on earth he was doing there.
Slowly things started to come back to him, causing the poor thief to wish that he hadn't remembered. Flashing memories of breaking into a house, falling ridiculously down the chimney, which lead to a chase scene that had ended with a vicious mauling which only concluded when he had passed out. Judging by the soot marks still gracing the blankets, Vaan decided that he had been deposited in the guest room. An intriguing fact, as he had thought he'd be in jail by now.
After a quick examination of himself, he was surprised to find bandages skillfully wrapped about his torso in a way that did not conflict with his breathing. The pain started to fog his senses after too much poking and prodding of his ribs, and he stopped shortly after.
It occurred to him that if he intended to escape he'd have to learn to deal with that pain, the thought alone enough to make him queasy. Despite that he steeled himself and started to push the blankets away from his body. Yet he barely had them pushed back when the door flew open, and Vaan froze into place much as if he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Both brothers filed into the room, with the first carrying a tray of streaming food, the other twin close behind as he shut the door. "You're awake." The first twin commented lightly. Vaan's eyebrows furrowed as he fought to recall a name, finally grasping "Basch" as the other's calling. The one with the long hair who had beat him up with a pool cue.
The thief decided that he had enough motives to ignore the other, and sat back against the headboard in response. He attempted to cross his arms, though once finding out how painful it was he settled to letting them fall at his sides as he did his best to look displeased. All the effort was in vain as the expression was lost on Basch, the man offering a concerned smile before he set the tray of food down across the smaller man's thighs. "Here's something for you to eat."
Raising an eyebrow as he examined the food, Vaan didn't take long to give in and pick up a fork, too tired to be properly suspicious. Carefully ignoring the twins he started to eat, working his way through the meal in silence.
Basch took a chair near the bed while Noah chose to lean against the wall, both sets of grey eyes watching the young man intently. Between the spasms of pain in his chest and the ongoing awkward silence, Vaan felt quite unhappy with his current situation.
Finishing with his food, Vaan lifted the tray from his lap and attempted to set it on the bed side table. Yet when he agitated a pained rib with his twisting he gasped in pain, the tray slipping from fingers and clattering to the floor. Basch lurched out of the chair, at Vaan's side in a moment as he attempted to coax Vaan back into the bed.
"Just lay back and relax." Vaan sneered at the words and attempted to hit Basch's determined hands away from his shoulders, though after a moment of struggling he realized Basch was trying to help. Sighing he followed the other's advice, leaning back into the pillows.
Any mess left by the fallen tray was minimal as no food had gone uneaten, so Basch made quick work of gathering up the spilled utensils and setting the tray on the night stand. Attention turning to Vaan, the other spoke. "Our wish is to ask a few questions, to get to know more about you perhaps?"
Vaan's only response was a blank expression, and Basch continued. "What is your name?"
After a long moment of silence, Vaan frowned. He knew better then to speak too much, knowing that they could use anything against him in future. Looking away he replied with a haughty sniff.
"Galdwilder."
Long suffering Basch chose not to say anything, yet Noah did not possess his tact. "No lies, child. We want your real name." Uncrossing strong arms he moved to the foot of the bed. Vaan quickly came to the conclusion that Noah was extremely intimidating. Had the man been wearing a fearsome helm or a suit of armor Vaan was sure he could easily strike fear into one's heart.
Bravely Vaan responded. "Are you suggesting a flaw in my name?" Admitting he had lied would probably provoke the second twin into beating him up, and Vaan was in enough pain. "Twenty questions is hardly my favorite game to play with strangers, especially if you are to mock me."
Noah was gritting his teeth when Basch intervened. "Very well, Galdwilder. Your age?"
What did his age have to do with the matter? Vaan was sure all the two needed to know was his name if they wished to report him. He had already stated he didn't feel up to playing twenty questions.
"Fifty." Was his cool response, though his posturing was disgraced when Noah growled and lurched forward, which caused Vaan to visibly jump and try to back further into the headboard. Basch was standing and had grabbed Noah's arm before the other could get anywhere, but he figured it might be wise to put something in between the two. Sitting on the foot of the bed, Basch made sure that Noah was behind him.
"What are your motives for lying to us? Answering our questions truthfully would enable us to help you."
"You don't need to know age or calling to help me." Vaan snapped, turning his head away and deciding to look at the wall instead. It really was far less intimidating then seeing Noah lurking angrily in the background. "I have no reason to cooperate with you, after all. You've already fed me."
"Aye, but your next meal is quite in jeopardy if you keep this up." Noah snarled.
Dragging his gaze from the wall back to Noah with a surprised gaze, Vaan blinked. "You are not intending to turn me in right away?" When neither brother responded to his inquiry, Vaan's expression drew coy. "My, would it not look bad for you if I was ill-treated before the police could get here?"
Basch could actually hear Noah's teeth grinding together, which caused the long suffering man to sigh. "End this, now. What is your name?"
Almost starting to enjoy this, Vaan smirked. By law they could not harm him or else they would be breaking the same law that Vaan himself was guilty of defying. "Frankenstein!" The dark expression that fell across Noah's face almost caused the thief to giggle, though well-hidden terror prevented that.
"How old are you?"
"Five!"
"Alright, that does it!" Noah snarled, lunging across Basch to strangle the life out of the boy. Vaan squeaked and tried to scramble out of the bed before Basch managed to get a grip on his brother's shirt to forcibly pull the other man back. "Noah." He hissed, attempting to be calm despite the fact that his twin was growling. "He's only of 5 years, remember?"
Vaan snickered despite his position of hiding behind a pillow strategically placed across his chest and aching ribs. (He assumed that would be the first place an enraged Noah would hit.)
Jerking back Noah gave his twin an incredulous look. Unspoken words made themselves known loudly through the twins expressions "you honestly believe him?" being one of the silent questions asked.
After the looks were exchanged, Noah's expression turned to that of a sneer-like grin, the situation then losing all humor to Vaan.
"Aye, you're right Basch. The mentality of a five year old."
When both of the twins turned their heads to grin at him with the same malicious expressions, Vaan huffed.
No damn fun at all.

~~~
It only took one look at Noah for Basch to decide that they had done all the interrogation that his twin could take. With a parting glare to Vaan, Basch took the empty tray and dragged his brother out of the guest room to leave Vaan to his sulky thoughts.
Now sitting in the living room, Noah mulled over Vaan's ability to get on his nerves, while Basch wondered how long it would take the boy to heal. "I sincerely doubt he has reached eighteen yet." Basch eventually said, breaking them both out of their separate thoughts. Turning on his side he cast a glance at Noah who was resting in the easy chair across from him.
"His voice is quite nasal." Noah said absently, staring at the floor. "Maybe sixteen years, but one cannot go by his appearance, which is thoroughly deceiving as we have learned." If they could not assume the correct gender for the lad at first, then guessing an age would be all the more impossible. "There are a lot of street rats in Bhujerba, no doubt he's just another pick-pocket trying to get by."
Thinking about it, Basch frowned. "Then what were his motives for upgrading to robbing houses?" After a few more moments of thinking, he sighed. "While he does not seem to know us at all, he seems familiar. Any grudge against us is merely for beating him up and locking him away."
Snorting Noah leaned his head back. "A great help it'd be if he'd cooperate and tell us a few things. I'd almost feel regret over sending a street kid to jail, we'd probably be breaking up an entire troupe or something. Yet I feel as if he's not as helpless as we're assuming him to be."
"Any other possibility would suggest he's just a kid seeking fun by breaking into houses..."
"In which case I'd be more then willing to send the churl to jail." Noah grinned.
With a sigh Basch rolled over onto his back. "We had best figure something out quickly, or I feel the next few days will drag on forever."
When Noah sat up from the easy chair with a smirk, Basch muttered something and let the other choose to sit on his legs instead. "It has been a while since we've had any alone time together, you know." Noah mumbled while touching a hand to Basch's stomach.
"Rushed nights here and there hardly count for much. A few days to ourselves, would be nice." Basch said with a small smile, letting his hand ghost down to touch Noah's. He leaned up, and was just about to find his brother's lips when he heard a loud crash from down the hall.
"What the hell?" Noah hissed, barely leaning away from lips that mirrored his own. Yet both twins jumped when they heard a second sound, this one resembling an object hitting a door.
Scrambling over themselves with a few muttered curses they ran towards the guest room, just in time to see the door burst open with a wood-splintering smash. The blond thief stumbled out quickly after, holding a free-standing lamp much like a quarter staff as he regained his senses.
Panting from exertion, Vaan's vision as foggy as pain shot throughout his body. He hadn't expected to manage to scramble out of his bed, but once he had gotten that far a simple door wasn't going to stop him. With the taste of freedom fresh on his lips, Vaan lurched towards the kitchen.
And came face to face with two stunned twins.
"Gods! Don't you two have to work or something?" Vaan shouted while backing away and pulling the lamp defensively across his body. The lamp-shade teetered dangerously from the light bulb, threatening to fall with any jerky movement. "Let me pass and nobody gets hurt." Vaan growled, with the threat lacing his words as he moved. His weapon of choice was hardly amazing, but it beat out a plunger by a long shot. With a room consisting of only a bed, night stand, chair and lamp...well, one could not be choosy.
Scoffing Noah stepped forward confidently, reaching out to snatch the lamp away from a supposedly helpless Vaan. He was surprised when the little blond smacked him soundly on the shoulder with the weighty object, making him lose his balance and side step into the wall.
Basch lunged in response, causing the boy to yelp and awkwardly push the lamp upwards. The light bulb connected with the side of his jaw, causing Basch to curse as it shattered and left a few cuts in return. Running his hand carefully to the wound he dislodged a few pieces of glass while his eyes remained intently fixed on Vaan. It was clear that the thief wouldn't be getting anywhere fast. Their attempts to apprehend him would just have to become more serious.
Both Basch and Noah stood shoulder to shoulder, moving in and closing the distance between themselves and Vaan. Much like the predators they were, they forced Vaan to take a few defensive steps back. Cursing when he realized he was being cornered, Vaan looked around for a way of escape, hardly feeling like running around the house again with his ribs in such an awful state. Foreseeing a losing battle on the horizon, he sighed. His plan of executing his awesomely daring escape attempt when the twins weren't home had been shattered, and Vaan was sure that whatever luck he had ever possessed had ran away after first catching sight of the intimidating twins.
Knowing that whining would be out of the question, Vaan chose to lunge instead, swinging the lamp downward at the twin's shoulders and attempting to force his way through. Yet the desperate maneuver was in vain as Noah caught the lamp easily mid-swing. Overpowering the smaller man, Noah wrenched it from Vaan's hands and promptly shoved it back against the thief's chest.
Cursing in pain, Vaan stumbled backwards into the wall, or at least, what he had expected to be a wall. His balance lost when he went through a doorway, he fell down into the bedroom he had worked so hard to escape from.
Yet his attempts to scramble back to his feet were severely hampered from his chest injuries, and he was very much a sitting duck when Basch grabbed him and yanked him to his feet. Struggling didn't accomplish anything as the larger man dragged Vaan to the bed, pushing him down onto it and pinning the other's hands on either side of his head.
"Brother, get me something to restrain him with." The blond grunted while Vaan attempted to worm his way out from underneath Basch. Yet as the larger man just sat on top of his stomach giving Vaan an odd look, the smaller boy huffed.
"Stop your staring and let me free!" Vaan shouted, though he couldn't shout anything more at Basch before Noah reappeared with a roll of duct tape.
Spotting the tape when he looked over his shoulder, Basch raised a curious eyebrow.
"It was the best I could find on such short notice." Noah explained, walking to the bed and promptly grabbing one of Vaan's wrists from Basch's hold.
Snarling Vaan tried to wrench his hand away, however he might as well have been trying to catch the wind as Noah dragged it to one of the upper bed posts, and within moments Vaan's hand was firmly attached to it.
Crying out in anger Vaan made efforts to free his other hand, only to have it taped to the opposite post shortly thereafter. Basch, released of his charge, got off the smaller blond and stepped back with his brother to admire their handy work.
"Are you positive the tape is going to hold?" Basch asked while watching amusedly as Vaan angrily jerked his hands back and forth against the tape. When Vaan came to the realization that it wasn't working, he gave up hope. Satisfied that their little thief wasn't going anywhere, Basch shook his head.
"First your lies, and now attacking us to escape..."
"With a light bulb of all things." Noah added, seething as he examined Basch's cheek with the silent promise of tending to it when they were alone.
"Then how do you propose I get out of here?" Vaan snapped, subtly trying to rip away from the tape yet again. "You're hardly being fair."
"You broke into our home." Basch sighed while slapping a hand to his forehead in frustration. "Have it your way then. There will be no supper for you tonight, as punishment for your behavior. Perhaps an empty stomach will encourage you to act better."
And with that, Basch dragged Noah out of the room.

~~~
"Ooh. You sent him to bed without any supper. Harsh." Noah grumbled.
It had been a good three hours later, after Basch's cheek had been disinfected and bandaged neatly after being properly kissed better. Now was Noah's chance to taunt Basch for his disciplinary skills.
"He's barely a teenager, never mind a man. I can't bring myself to do much else without feeling like a villain. Nor do I trust you to discipline anything."
Noah scoffed. "This coming from the man who broke the arm of a punk who called Balthier a fruit. You're being disgustingly soft on this kid." Basch examined Noah with a 'so what's your point?' expression.
"My point is," Noah had long since learned their silent language, "You like the kid."
"Where did that come from? You're being ridiculous." Basch choked.
"Aye, but you've already had him wiggling underneath you once. Had he been any less attractive the police would already have him. Yet here he is. Nay, there is no other reason possible: You like him."
"Your logic is highly flawed." Basch drawled as he pushed past Noah to move to the refrigerator. "Perhaps I feel guilty about breaking his ribs, nothing more though."
Noah waited until Basch looked up, before catching his gaze and smirking. "You're don't have to hide you're little crushes from me, brother."
A snort from Basch, followed by. "Grow up."

AN: Sorry this totally wasn't worth the wait. xD I pray to god that the next chapter comes and goes a lot easier then this one does. Either way, if you've made it this far: BLOODY REVIEW. Thank you. :D
- 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