.hack//Legend Of Twilight Bracelet Fan Fiction ❯ Heist ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

Another fic, I know, but it wouldn't leave me either. Couldn't help it, sorry. This is added to list of fics I am going to focus on until Christmas probably.

 

Anime: .Hack//legend of the twilight bracelet

When: when Shugo and Rena are 20. Find the rest of the ages from there.

Where: Real World, not linked to any of my other stories except for the characters.

Pairings: I'll never tellRating: T or Y for language and mature themes (not sex though I might consider it)

 

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Strapping on my black, leather boots, I kept reminding myself that this would be the last job that I did for my father.

 

That right after I handed the same blue bag filled with what he wanted when I came back to this very mansion, after completing my job for the thousandth time, I would take off, no longer be his laskey. I didn't want any part of his theft-crime-vault cracking organization anymore.

 

Even as I barked out orders to the arrogant drivers, and unfortunately my associates, I rethought my decision over and over and over again. This had been my entire life, stealing for my father in order for his protection, food, housing, whatever. I didn't know of any other way to live.

 

Slamming the sliding door to a ridiculously large gray van, I mentally berated myself for letting my father pick who my drivers would be because I simply didn't feel like choosing. The regret for my choice increasing even more so when the van jerked to a start and the two in the front turned on the some rap music that I was sure could be heard a block away with all the windows shut.

 

When we reached the museum where my next target was, all I could do was stare at it - more specifically, my own guilty, untrustful, theiving reflected face. Why did the whole damned museum have to be composed entirely of glass? And, some thing I had been pondering my whole time as a theif since I was eleven, what the hell was I doing in the first place?

 

"Mr. Beyoneisu? We're on a schedule, so move it along, kid."

 

I ignored the driver, his inflated ego and his friend who was identical in the same way, a back-handed wave of dismissal from myself causing them to snort like I was some disobedient child they had to watch over.

 

Resting my hand on the door handle, I cursed almost loudly when the two turned their attention away from me to the radio, which had turned up even louder and began to play some foreign song I didn't know. If they kept it up, they were going to get us caught. Reaching into the front row, I turned down the volume and ripped out the knob, growling angrily, then got out of the van faster than they could process it.

 

Putting out the cigarrette I had held in my hand through-out the entire ride, I blew a final cloud of gray smoke through the now open front window. "Try not to draw attention to yourselves, you obnoxious barbarians. It's suspicious when two middle-aged men sit in a van outside a museum playing loud insane music that fucking curses every other word. People would start to wonder, wouldn't they?"

 

Chuckling at their offended faces, I ran toward the side of the building to do what I thought was my last mission. Slipping through a crack that had occured earlier that day by some 'rough-housing teenagers', I made a mental note to thank Orca and Sanjuro for their condolences to get me out of my father's rule, and slipped by the infra-red detection lasers.

 

The vault was one of the latest designs I had seen in awhile, the museum having been built only about a month before and I figured it was worthy of being the final vault I'd break. There were three systems; pin number, combination, and key. Only one of them worked, and that was what I had to find out except Orca had also given me the information that it was the combination. I owed him more than just a few hot chocolates and bread from Mr. Kirinata's Bread company.

 

Putting my hand on the handle of the safe for some reason I don't know, maybe it was habit, the door creaked open slowly, already open. Pulling open the rest of the way, deciding to take the risk that it was a trap, I barely held back a shout when a blur of black and yellow ran into me and took off to a short distance. On my feet in less than a second later, I saw it was a girl around nineteen-twenty years of age in an all black assortment with short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.

 

She was holding a black bag that was full.

 

"Who the fuck are you?" Her voice seemed to fit with her face. Strong, confident, independant, amateur almost. "Well, are you gonna act like some frozen zombie who's just seen a ghost or talk like a damned human being?"

 

And chatty as well.

 

"What's in the bag?" There was no way in hell this girl was going to get off with my last target to steal.

 

"Just money." She opened the bag and held it out with one hand, keeping the other drawn to her side cautiously. "Now... who the fuck are you?"

 

"Just another theif." Running inside the vault, carefully checking my back so she didn't attack me, I snatched three bags marked 5,000 on the front then the three Nagoya sapphires that my father wanted and was back out in less than 5 seconds. Surprisingly, the girl was already turning the corner at the end of the pointlessly long hallway that took me a little less than ten seconds to cross. Only one question crossed my mind though.

 

Who the hell was she?

 

(-)

 

Walking down the hall to my father's office, after I was driven to the mansion, I noticed absently that no light was penetrating the cracks of the closed door and hoped he wasn't in there, sulking or pondering or waiting in the dark to add some effect.

 

It would be the first time he did.

 

Opening the door, the golden brass doorknob ice cold in my hand, I gripped the bag tighter in my hand.

 

I didn't see anyone inside and sighed of relief. Looking around the room one last time, it contents imprinting in my mind, I tossed the bag onto the desk then turned around to leave, about five feet from the door when a voice stopped me in my tracks.

 

"Not so fast, my son," a scratchy, almost sandpaper like voice growled at me. "Aren't you going show me the contents of the bag or has the routine suddenly changed?"

 

Closing my eyes in almost a pained expression, I turned on my heel and walked back up to the desk, picking up the bag almost mechanically. "The fifteen-thousand dollars in cash and the three sapphires you wanted."

 

"Good. Anything peculiar, unusual this assignment?"

 

"No," I replied, my voice monotonous to hide the fact I was neglecting to tell him of the girl I saw. Something told me that she was doing the same that he was, working for someone or needing the money.

 

"Fine. I have another assignment I want you to do."

 

"I won't be doing anymore jobs. I quit."

 

Blinking my father looked up at me in surprise, then laughed like what I said was the most absurd thing he'd ever heard. "I don't think you have a choice."

 

"Try me. Try to stop me, the best out of everyone you've assembled on this... pathetic stealing company."

 

"Aren't you worried about the well-fare of your dear sister, Cecilia, who's only sixteen years old?" He opened the first bag of money, flipping through the bills, checking each for fakes, or blank papers. Setting down the money finally, after a few minutes of silence, of which I couldn't speak, he sent me one of his grins that sent a cold chill down my back. "One last job then I will let you leave if you want to so badly."

 

"With my sister."

 

"With your sister, yes." Standing up, he set a bracing hand on the desk as the other opened a drawer and pulled out a heavy, bulky tan folder filled with papers. "For this one last assignment, it will be more than enough for you to handle alone, so I am going to assign you a team to work with."

 

Watching him file through the folder, I stood in numb response. I didn't know whether to be relieved or alarmed of him saying one last job. One last job could mean it would take years, or it could be something that could wiegh on my conscience or be something I couldn't accomplish no matter how much time passed. But the feeling that I would be working with a group I'd gotten fairly close to, one I'd prefer to work with, I couldn't help but let a little smile curve in my mouth.

 

Seeing a large flat screen tv lower from the ceiling, I figured that he was going to give me a presentation about what I was going to be doing.

 

When a picture of a moderately short blonde, who looked like the girl I ran into at the museum, I realized I wasn't going to be working with the team I prefered. Not Mirelle, Ouka, Sanjuro, Hitaro. But some new group with a reputation that didn't even reach to the mansion, which was where nearly all of my father's father were. They were some underground group. Amateurs.

 

"This team, Balmung, is the best I've ever assembled. All I need is you added into the team and it will be unstoppable."

 

"How can they be the best when I've never heard of them? Look at them, they're some underground group not good enough to be known. What about team Hack? We got the last job we worked on together done in less than twenty-four hours!"

 

"They're underground because they are good enough to still be undiscovered. And half of Hack's members, Hitaro and Mirelle, are in prison, Ouka is in some forest in Siberia hiding and Sanjuro is laying low around here because they've all lost their identities because they messed up on an assignment I gave them. This team, Aeternum Vale, however, has been able to be so elusive, that they have police believing that its crooks from another country across the world stealing all the jewels and such. How does that strike you as best?"

 

"They're inexperienced and are having amazing beginners luck." Glaring at my father, the screen changed and five people were shown; three girls and two boys. One boy and girl were obvious twins and the other three looked like they were the farthest from family humanly possible.

 

"They've been working for me as a team for five years now. The two oldest-" the screen highlighted a girl with black hair and what seemed to me almost wise green eyes and a boy with brown hair and honey colored eyes, "-have been working for me for around seven years now. They others for 5 years."

 

"And? They're still inex-"

 

"The best of my organization. With this team, you will break into C.C. Corp enterprise and steal the original disk of their information and security blueprints. You have two months to complete this final mission."

 

Shoving the folder into my hands, he pushed me out of the room smiling, showing me to a window that looked down into an outside square that was surrounded by four walls of the mansion. On a bench, in the chilly air, was my sister, in her sleeping attire of blue stretch pants and a grey shirt, tied by the hands and feet. A gun was pressed to her forehead.

 

"I trust you don't want your sister to leave this world so soon. Complete your job, and she won't."

 

Glancing at my sister, then the file in my hands, I realized that there were going to be two very long months ahead.

 

Well, tis the prologue, so all of the action will begin in chapter one and Balmung will see that there is more to the team 'Aeternum Vale' than he thought.

 

-Arisa