Iduy + Jlmuy Extras/side stories

Azalea's backstory pt. 1

Azalea's pov

I met him when I was fourteen, I know, this is already a terrible start. I was at a party, full of high school students and a sprinkle of college students, an La party full of alcohol and loud music.

But I wasn't here to drink or party, my friends and I were low on cash, and a group like this was perfect for getting just that. Cash, jewelry, designer bags, you name it, anything of value was great as long as you could get your hands on it. The problem comes with actually getting away with it, sure, most of the people there are too drunk to notice but one night I had taken the wallet of a very much sober man.

And no, this is not where Arata comes into play.

"So, you're that little thief that's been fucking everybody over," the man said, catching my hand. "Where are your friends?"

"Um..."

This was the first time I'd ever been caught pickpocketing, to say that I was scared would be an understatement. It's not that my family was poor or anything, they just paid me little attention, so I got a small spending addiction.

"I'm by myself," I said. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again, honest I won't."

If I was gonna get in trouble, I wouldn't want to drag everybody else into it, I knew that they stole because they were all on their own.

"How much have you stolen tonight?" he questioned.

"N-not much," I stuttered.

"Liar," he scoffed pulling me away from the crowd and towards the door, I was too scared to even make another peep.

When we got outside, I saw a few other men following behind, and I recognized them all. All the people I had stolen from tonight, they were all open, I should've known that it wasn't just dumb luck.

"Empty your bag," he instructed.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, tears starting to well in the corner of my eyes.

"I said to empty your bag."

And so I did, with shaky hands I let every single wallet, watch, and cash I had taken. It felt as if I stood there emptying my bag for hours, in reality, it was just over a minute. Though I didn't make a sound, it was clear that I was crying, tears glossed over my cheeks and my poorly done makeup smudged.

"How much money have you stolen in the past two weeks?" the man asked as he crouched down to go through the wallets.

I really didn't get much, by the time most of the adults were drunk they carried little cash. And the jewelry was usually worth little to nothing.

"Two hundred and seventy," I chocked out. "I think."

"Did you even both to go through the goddam wallets!?" he yelled. "Are you that fucking stupid that you thought you were just taking some change from some drunks?"

"I-I I'm sorry," I sobbed.

"Thousands of dollars, that's what you've taken in the past two weeks!" he continued to yell at me, the other men standing by.

Though it didn't immediately click right then and there for me, I learned soon enough. I had been stealing the wallets of dealers, drug dealers. All with at least two grams of coke, along with other drugs inside. I stole on average fifteen wallets a night, three nights out of the week, I had easily stolen upwards of twenty grand within the last two weeks. All in the form of drugs.

"I... I didn't know, I'm sorry," I said scrubbing at my face. "I won't ever do it again, ever, I promise I won't."

Now, I wasn't just saying words to say them, I meant it. Because if stealing meant that I'd get into a position like this, there's no way I'd want to do that.

"Do you know what happens to people like you who fuck around?" he questioned. "They leave alleys like this in a body bag."

"I... I won't do it again, please, I'm so so sorry," I said.

"Don't worry, you're just a kid so a beating should do you just fine."

Yes, I was scared, but a beating was something I could handle. It was better than getting in huge trouble. But before I was able to feel any physical pain, a younger man came running over. Speaking English, though his accent was clear.

At the time, I was thankful for an unknowned man 'saving' me from getting hit, I really wish I would've taken that beating.

"Boss, can't you see that we've found the thief as you wanted?" the man said.

"Well if I knew she was a girl, I wouldn't have suggested a beating in the first place," the man known as Arata said. "Get her in the car."

Yes, I do spend too much time thinking of a backstory for all my side charcaters.

-Crouton