In a world where heroes and villains are constantly at each others throats, seemingly minuscule crimes can often be overlooked.
Yet, if only someone knew what was going on behind those closed doors, if only someone looked just a little closer at th...
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"Get out of my dumpster you bastard!"
The shopkeeper chucked a piece of trash at the retreating hooded figure and huffed.
"Damn homeless people..." He spat.
The thief's sprint didn't let-up until they were sure they were out of harms way. Despite the maze of dull alley ways ahead of them, they continued jogging and winding around countless corners, as if they'd traveled the path many times before.
They kept a steady pace before emerging onto a busy street. People tramped like herds up and down the sidewalk. Cars of all shapes and sizes honked at each other despite knowing it wouldn't make the traffic flow any faster. The bustle of the city was maddening to some, but for others, they found the chaos to be the perfect cover.
The figure merged into the stampede with practiced grace and speed-walked with them at the same rythym. They walked for a few blocks, becoming increasingly peeved with the discordance around them, before expertly slipping into another alley way, well out of the public eye.
The only objects residing in the dirty, stained alley were countless pieces of trash, bottles, and other random items, as well as two large, faded green dumpsters with a bunched up cloth between them.
The figure trudged into the alley and up to the two dumpsters. They kneeled down and stared at the cloth laying on the ground. On closer inspection, it was riddled with holes and stains of all kinds, and it was... moving?
The tan cloth rose and fell steadily, occasionally stalling for a moment before rising again. The figure reached their hand out and pulled down one end of the cloth.
A dirty blonde haired boy lay underneath the blanket. He had dirt and scrapes littering his face with his eyebrows scrunched up, seemingly in discomfort. The figure nudged him a little and whispered a name.
"Shin... Shinjro. It's time to get up bud, I brought you some dinner." The little boy's eyes twitched, before easing open.
Electric blue eyes peered at the hooded figure before he quickly sat up, eyes now open and alert. "Who-who are..." A strand of bright white hair fell from the hood, and soft, golden eyes stared back at him.
The tension in Shin's body dissipated as he sighed in relief, and sat back against the wall. "Aya. I didn't know you already got up, I would've helped you get food you know." he said.
The worry in his eyes was plainly visible as he stared at the dark, purple circles under his sister's eyes. He knew he probably didn't look any better, but he had a feeling that she needed to rest a lot more than he did.
Unfazed by his worry, Ayaka smiled at him and pulled out the smushed half loaf of stale bread she had gotten out of the shopkeeper's dumpster.
"Sorry I couldn't get more," She sighed, "It was trash day yesterday, so all of the cans were practically empty out there." Shinjiro looked up at her and took the bread from her scuffed up hands.
