Evening and Winter (夕方と冬)

Alabaster

It was very late at night, yet a young man was running on the rooftop of houses. His hooded white Victorian cloak blown by the wind as he sprints, his speed and parkour giving him the upper-hand from the police hurtling behind him from the road despite carrying a large sack over his shoulder.

"Stop right there!!" one of the two police officers yelled and the boy looked down with his deep-ocean blue eyes, but the teenager playfully taunts the police officers by throwing a small bar of gold, that the officers panicked to catch immediately.

"So long, suckers!" the young man had his two fingers above his eyes, the wind blowing both his Alabaster coloured cloak and his short ruffled black hair. A big arrogant grin was on his striking appearance, despite disguised by a white and black patterned Venetian half mask, before disappearing from the polices' sight.

"Tch! He got away again!" the police were frustrated, stomping his feet to the ground. "You have to stop breaking into people's houses, you bastard!!" the police man shouted.

"The Alabaster is no ordinary delinquent; he's got brains and guts more than normal bastards." The other was ruffling his hair in the same frustration.

The teenager stopped to stand on the rooftop of a tall empty building, gazing down to the bright street lights of Paris reflected on his blue eyes. The wind continued to blow his cloak and hair as he placed down the sack he was carrying, then stepping to the edge as he played with his pocket knife with his right hand, his silver chain earring attached to his left earlobe making a light rustle from the breeze.

"Maybe I could go for another," he smiled as he folded his pocket knife with a flick of his wrist, showing his mischievous nature. He jumped down to run on the roofs of houses, jumping from one to another until a somewhat big residence caught his interest. He leaped to the casing of the big window, then almost effortlessly unlocked the window from outside and opened it. "Hm, I guess nobody's here." He mumbled as he observed the room he stepped into. From its appearance, it was a bedroom owned by a daughter of a fine family.

"Good night, Dad." A voice of a girl was heard from outside the bedroom door.

"Oh, crap." The boy was not expecting someone about to enter, and he was too far from the window to escape in time. A beautiful teenage girl with straight light blonde hair entered the room, then closing the door behind her before her emerald eyes caught sight of her opened window.

"Why is my window opened? I thought I locked it," the young girl approached her window to look out, then decided to sit down on the carpet in front of the fireplace at the corner of the room. Loneliness was all she felt as she looked up to the ceiling, then freezing his shock when she saw the Alabaster at the upper corner of the room, keeping himself above the floor with his limbs.

"Shit..." was the thought in his head when he was discovered.

"What the-?!" the girl was surprised, her voice caught the Alabaster off guard and his hand slipped, causing him to fall down to the floor. The next moment, he was on top of the young girl, and from that close distance, the young girl was able to notice his attractive appearance through his mask. "A-Are you the Alabaster...?" she recognized the colour of his cloak, and the boy slightly flinched from her question.

"Eve? Is everything okay?!" a man was running up the stairs.

"Crap!" the boy was trying to get up and escape, but the blonde girl wrapped her arms around his head and squeezed him in her arms. "W-What are you?!" the boy was trying to free himself, but the young lady kept her grasp.

"Eve!" a middle-aged man opened the door to see the scene. In a rapid motion, the Alabaster hits the young girl's waist to weaken her and hold her in his arm as he sat down and pointed his pocket knife at the girl's cheek.