Snake Eyes (mxm)

One

Thief. Pick-pocket. Criminal. Jin Xiao had heard all of these names before. He wasn't a stranger to them. Hell, those words were often used to describe him. That's just who he was--a petty thief.

Jin had even remembered where it all started.

When he was five, he took a pencil from his neighbor and never gave it back. Six--five yuan from his grandfather. Seven--ten yuan that time.

By eight, he was a porch-pirate, stealing any market item people got via milkman and delivery.

By ten, Jin's porch-pirate escapades furthered as what he stole he sold to others.

By eleven, Jin was practicing his skills in hopes to take more valuable things.

By thirteen, Jin Xiao had stole a priceless jewel from its display case and sold it to the highest bidder.

That's just how he was.

He was nineteen now.

Nobody knew what Jin did. He was sly. 

If people did know, they'd call him a klepto. And he'd be locked up in a short amount of time. 

It was better to sneak and not be known than to be a wanted man.

Jin paced through the streets of Shanghai as the moon shone brightly. He huffed his cigarette. 

He'd have to time this just right. 

Jin quietly slipped into the museum, heading to the more ancient section.

Fuck, he thought as he saw a couple of night-guards when he peered around the wall.

Jin took a deep breath before before using his lighter to set the complete cigarette on fire. Quickly, he chucked down the hallway.

The guards didn't seem to notice.

 I guess I have to do a little more, he thought. So long, cigarettes.

Using his lighter, Jin set the box on fire and chucked down the hallway.

Now all I have to do is wait, he thought.

The first guard tapped the other one on the shoulder. "Fire," he told her.

She gawked.

The two guards exchanged looks before racing down the hallway toward the smoke.

Then, Jin continued by.

He was able to sneak a sword from the Xia Dynasty out of the museum

It may go for as much as a million yuan.

Jin was able to hide under his heavy coat. 

"Now to sell this thing," He mumbled under his breath.

He'd take a different route to his destination. After all, that's what he did each time he stole from that museum.

Jin stopped dead in his tracks.