Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Thief and The Swordsman ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

It was a cold and quiet summer night. The air was moist from the resent rain. A large warehouse sat in the midst of the silence. Not even a mouse hurried across the stony tile floors. The only sound that could be heard any where was the noise, of shuffling feet any time one of the three dozen guards passed by on patrol. It was true that the building was huge but it had little to no valuables in any of the rooms. So why did such a place need so many to protect it?

 

A young swordsman named Leighton hadn't a clue, but he paced threw the cargo room anyway, taking large steps in his boredom. It wasn't the most ideal job, but times were hard. It was either take what you get or get killed trying for something better. So he would accept whatever job was with in his morals… even if it was just babysitting an empty room.

 

Leighton was barely even twenty, and already he could best most full grown men with a sword. He was a bit taller than the locals around Arso'na, with a thin, but strong body which could have easily been mistaken for that of one of the lesser gods were he to ever chose to show it off. He had the kind of face which could go from fierce, determined, and sexy, too kind, gentle, and handsome in under two point five seconds. His eyes were a dazzling blue that seemed to see into a person's very soul. His hair was dusty blond, which was very uncommon to the area. At his hip was a beautiful long sword, which was obviously very precious to him. Other wise he was clad in a uniform that only regulation could make him wear.

 

Being the swordsman that he was the endless pacing was boring him to tears. He found himself counting the number of shipping boxes on each side of him, then how man steps he took. The job itself seemed to require him to take more steps during his watch that he did on a regular basis any given day. Leighton nearly tripped over his own feet when a sudden chill swept over his spine.

 

To say that another presence in the was surprising was an understatement. The swordsman was shocked! Not just because he had been assured numerous times that no one would be able to made it past the outer guards, but also because who ever it was had gotten far to close to him with out him realizing it. The presence was very close, but as he looked around, he could see nothing. An invisible enemy? This town certainly kept him on his toes. Faining ignorance, he went back to his pacing. If it was a thief, he was sure the person would come after him for the key hanging so obviously from his belt.

 

He didn't have to wait long. The presence drew closer as he started back down the room. What ever it was didn't make a single sound, but it didn't matter. Leighton didn't need noise. About half way to his next turn the presence was right behind him. Whatever it was lifted something over its head preparing to strike, but Leighton was faster. He spun around, using his sword (sheath and all) to knock the blackjack out of his attackers hand. The black-cloaked figure stumbled back startled, unable to defend himself before the blond had him pinned to the nearest crate, sword point at his throat. To be honest he was a bit disappointed. He'd hoped for at least a small fight. Something to save him from his boredom for a few minutes. However disappointed or not, he decided to dispatch the master of stealth only after he'd seen his face. “Remove your hood.” He ordered firmly.

 

There was hesitation, but knowing he was beaten, the thief lowered his hood. It was a child! Leighton stood paralyzed as he stared at the boys beautiful pale face. He was thin, obviously not eating more than he needed, and his sharp onyx eyes were far harder than any child's should be. His raven black hair was overly due for a cut.

 

Leighton was stuck. His orders were to kill any and all intruders, but… he couldn't kill a kid! It just wasn't something he could do! He lowered his sword a bit as he thought about what he could do. The boy scowled slightly closing his eyes tightly. “Just kill me and get it over with!” He yelled obvious fear in his voice. “O-Or do you get some kind of sick pleasure in tormenting people!?”

 

Taken aback Leighton had to think a bit for a comeback. “No. Do you enjoy knocking people out form behind?” He took a small step back so that he appeared less threatening. “I was actually thinking of letting you go…”

 

The boy's eyes opened hopefully, only to fall again. “Yeah right…” He hissed. “Your all the same… you'll either kill me here or torcher me until I wish I was dead.”

 

`Jeez… that's dark…' Leighton thought slightly disturbed. `This kid has no trust in human kindness at all? Hm…not that I can really blame him in this town…' Judging by the boy's actions he hadn't seen much kindness in quite some time. The blond sheathed his sword with a sigh. “Your wrong you know. I could also sell you at the market. A pretty face like your would fetch a pretty penny.” He grabbed the boy's arm before he could bolt. “…But I'm not that type of person. Now if you'll behave I'd like to escort you out side.”

 

The boy glared, then sighed and dropped his head submissively. The swordsman smiled and led him outside. It was the longer way too the entrance, since there was a large stonewall surrounding the building, but it was the less guarded. And that was exactly what Leighton wanted. The two of them walked along the wall quietly. Leighton heard the sound of talking and quickly pulled the boy behind a shipping box, clamping a hand over his mouth to insure silence. He might be willing to let the boy go, but he couldn't say the same about his co-workers.

 

Once the two chatting guards passed he let go of the boys mouth and stood up, pulling him too his feet. “I wouldn't have said anything.” He muttered annoyed. “Not to mention you're more noticeable in the dark that I am.”

 

Leighton looked around to make sure no one else was around then continued walking. “That might be true but if I was caught away from my post… with a thief no less… lets just say I wouldn't be able to work in this town any more.” He looked at him. “Hey. Put your hood back on… I have no idea how were going to get you passed the guards at the gate…” The boy pulled on the hood with a smirk. When they made it to the gate it was completely vacant. “…I pray they are alive somewhere…” Leighton sighed dramatically, referring to the guards that were supposed to be on watch.

 

“They will wake up with a nasty headache…” The raven admitted shrugging. “…But they will wake.” He shook his arm free of his captors grasp and pulled open the door. “I suppose… you aren't like every one else… thank you.” He turned to leave.

 

“Wait!” Leighton called, knowing he'd regret it if he never asked. “What's your name?”

 

There was a long pause as the boy looked at him. Finally he sighed. “My name is Darian.” He whispered. Then he was gone.

 

 

 

A yaoi inspired by the game Thief II. Rated M for sexual themes, among other things…

Thief II © not me.

This story © me.