Lost Love (Love Letter From Thief X fanfic) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 2

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That was three years ago. Now I highly doubt any of my old friends or Riki would recognize me. Hell, Tasturo and Ranko probably wouldn't even recognize me and they've known me longer than any of the guys. Back then I was pretty girly. Into dresses and heels and makeup. Only weighed 100 maybe 120 pounds soaking wet and not a whole lot of muscle...or power....or confidence. I was pretty wimpy. But since I moved back to Florida, I've changed. A lot. My long brown straight hair is now jet-black with red and blue tips and I've got the attitude of a little old lady swinging her purse in church. I've also built up some muscle and even at 31, I sure as hell ain't afraid to buck up to somebody three times my size. The only thing that stayed the same really was my bright blue eyes and my voice. Now I mostly wear jeans and T-shirts and boots. Or flip-flops, a must wherever you are in Florida. I live on the outskirts of Tampa and work at the aquarium, mostly behind the desk and in the offices.

"Yo! Ono! You comin'?" A super active blonde bounces into my line of sight. That's Samantha Jameson, or Blondie, as I call her. She's an old friend I reconnected with when I came back to America. Blonde hair, blue eyes, killer smile. Talk about an all-American girl.

"Yea,yea sis. I'm comin'." I've known her long enough that I claim her and others as family out here.
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"Hola amigos! We have arrived!" Blondie squeaks as we walk through the front door of our friend's arcade. Kelly Smith, the owner, comes around from the counter to greet us. Long brown curly hair and bright green-hazel eyes that always seemed to be smiling greeted us.

"Hello you two, I'm on a run for food and drinks. You want something?" She asks as she stops by the door, grabbing her keys and coat. It may be Florida, but it still gets chilly in fall and winter, especially at nights.

"Yea get me a Mountain Dew and somethin' salty. Ooh, maybe a beer or wine or v-*muffled talking*" I had clamped my hand over Samantha's mouth. And while Kelly was laughing, I requested a Gatorade or a coke and some food. I really didn't care what kind. I had skipped lunch to catch up on some paperwork and was starving.

"Okay. I shall return. Oh and Alaina, I think you can let her go now." Kelly giggled as she walked out the door.

I released Blondie and headed towards the back door, after flipping the 'Open' sign to 'Closed'. After a pouty "hmph," she followed me there.

When I walked through to the back office I was greeted by the HQ. Yep the HQ of The Lost Kids. We may not exactly be 'Robin Hood' thieves but any money we make goes to a charity of some sort and we steal from black market situations and buyers/suppliers only.

As we entered, Enrique Hernandez,usually just called En, popped up from behind one of the computer screens. An intense and talented hacker, his dark complexion, messy unkempt dark brownish black hair, stupid grin and shimmering brown eyes screamed 'surfer boy'. "Hello ladies!" He winked and disappeared back behind the computer, presumably hacking, fixing it, or upgrading it.

Blondie works her way around the folding table to En. "Can I help?" She asks shyly. Before he can respond I let out an amused snort and she flips me off. I shake my head as I walk to the round table, where the last member of The Lost Kids sat. I sat down across from the petite amber-eyed redhead as she played solitaire. Kaylee Holmes. She doesn't talk. At all. To anyone. But I'm 99% certain the girl could hear a leaf fall from over mile away. "Sup Red." I say as I sit down and glance at the game to see how she was doing. Pretty good I'd say but I don't really play so.... She looks up and smiles and then shifts to look at Blondie 'helping' En. She looks back at me with a raised brow. I grin and nod as she snorts with silent laughter and shakes her head.

Kelly at 32 is the leader of the group, both in and out of the field, she is a smooth talker which can almost get her out of everything, En is the 30 year old hacker and engineer that all the ladies fall for and a huge flirt but is really a one women person at heart, Blondie at 30 also can change not only her appearances in under ten seconds but also her whole persona, and secretly has a crush in En that only he hasn't noticed, and I'm a pretty damn good shot as well as strong. I can hit the center of a dime from 100 yards away. Red at 29 (or so we believe, like I said she doesn't talk) is usually with me keeping an eye on things and her inhuman hearing has saved my ass too many times to count in the past two years.
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After about 15 minutes, Kelly arrives back with food and we all dig in. Afterwards she pulls out some blueprints and paperwork.

"Alright! Next on the agenda is stealing a Da Vinci off of the black market this weekend in Miami." I perked up at he mention of my Great-Grampa. "Yes, Ono, your Grampa." She grinned at me as I looked at her. "Sweet! A road trip!" We all laughed as Blondie squealed.

"Oh also, while I'm thinking about it, we will be working with another group." It goes dead silent at that. En and I look at each other in concern and back at Kelly. "Listen, I know we haven't worked with anybody before, but the five of them have a special interest in the Da Vinci painting and I think it is best to corroborate with them. They will be here Friday afternoon and we are headed down to Miami so make sure you all have this weekend off. This meeting has come to a close."

I'm already off and so is Blondie since she works with me. She may be a dolphin trainer but she does have weekends off. En immediately whips out his phone to contact his boss at the firm. En is also a lawyer which has come in handy in a few situations.

I tell them goodbye and start to walk home. Five of them with a special interest in Da Vinci, huh? I have to wonder if....if it's really...The Black Foxes. God this could make things so complicated and awkward. The team knows I was engaged to Riki and that it ended on bad terms and that's why I'm back in America but they know nothing of who they were, or what I was. Eh, whatever. I've got a day and a half before I have to cross that bridge. So I stick in my headphones and put my iPhone on shuffle. The first song to play is Gary Allen's Let it rain. Oh the irony. I laugh to myself bitterly as I walk to my apartment.

I make it home safely and drop my bag right at the door and flop down face-first on the couch. My parakeet, Rudey, after letting me rest for about 10 minute, starts squawking and singing and screaming for attention. "Alright, Rudey, alright." I open his cage and he hops on my arm and waddles up to my shoulder. He nestles down into my hair by my ear and settles. After that I get to work on quick dinner. Miso soup. Well one good thing was that not only could that asshole cook but he taught me too. Afterwards I wash up and curl up on bed and quickly drift off.
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Hey guys :) sorry that this was so long. I hadn't realized how descriptive I was until I looked back. Turns out this chapter needed (at least I thought so) a lot of details. After writing (and this was not on purpose) I realized a lot of similarities between The Lost Kids and The Black Foxes.
Oh and if you leave me story ideas in the comments I can try to attempt them. Well that's all ;) enjoy the story!
~Libra