Just Passing By (Soukoku)

II

The ginger pulled his hoodie up, to cover his face and most importantly, his iconic ginger hair. He has stole in this market multiple times.

If anyone managed to recognise him, he will be thrown into prison and face the punishment of a finger getting cutting off to prevent him from stealing again.

He glanced to the silver haired dealer who gave him a thumbs up and went ahead of him, looking out for a target they could most likely pick pocket their wallet.

Chuuya was mostly looking out for the same man from yesterday, since he found out he was most likely very rich. Who else would carry around a thousand dollars in their wallets?

However, Chuuya's eyes zoomed in on a brunette who had a black coat hung neatly on his shoulders. The ginger quickly scanned the taller and be didn't miss the slight bulge in the brunette's coat pocket.

"Easy target..." Chuuya mumbled as he stretched his elg slightly. He'll just have to use the same easy trick. It always works.

He exhaled out slowly as he started running at a normal speed. He aimed for the brunette who was walking and glancing through the pop up stores at the side of the pathway.

Just like he had planned out, the ginger bumped into the brunette, sneaking his hand into the other's pocket swiftly. Jumping in triumph as he felt the familiar feeling of a wallet.

The ginger quickly placed it into his own pocket as he quickly supported himself on his two feet.

"So sorry sir, I wasn't looking where I was going."

Chuuya watched the taller's face expression. He was taken aback when the brunette smiled at him, "No worries, watch where you're going next time."

The ginger bowed respectfully and was about to continue running away but the other stopped him.

"But sir, can I have my wallet back?"

The ginger's eyes widened as he turned around quickly, "Sorry, what are you talking about sir?"

The brunette pointed to the ginger's pocket, "You have my wallet. Can you please give it back, I need it for today."

Chuuya felt his heart drop but he tried to escape the situation, "Sorry but I think tou must've dropped your wallet somewhere. This is my wallet." He rested his hand on hisnpokcet as if signalling it was his. It wasn't though.

The smile on the brunettes face, as if fixed there, didn't disappear instead it became bigger which gave the ginger a shiver down his spine. A sense of guilt spread through his body as he sighed, thinking why he never ran. He fished out the wallet from.hsinpocket and reluctantly handed it to the brunette.

"Sorry, didn't mean to." The ginger mumbled, just audible enough for the other to hear.

Before the brunette could reply, the ginger was already running away.

A smirk appeared out the brunette's face.

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Chuuya didn't pay any heed to that incident and hoped he never met that brunette again. No one ever found out before he could run. He should've ran away with it.

The ginger sighed as he swiftly took another man's wallet who was looking engrossed at an object sold there.

At least he could fool other people. That brunette was just an exception.

The ginger arrived back to the building, his only 'home', it wasn't really home though.

It was more like a bank, just that you give money and nothing else.

Just then, someone bumbed into Chuuya roughly, causing the ginger to stumble and drop the wallet in his hand. He clicked his tongue in annoyance and turned around.

"Watch where you're going."

However, he stopped when he saw Shirace and Yuan. The silver haired man grabbed the wallet on the ground. But instead of giving it back to the ginger, he kept it in his own pocket.

Chuuya raised a brow, "Shirace, give me back the wallet. I can share with you if you want."

"I rather not starve tonight. You should try feeling it sometimes. Just because you're good ins telling doesn't mean you can push us around."

Chuuya stared in disbelief at the duo oppsoite of him.

"You- what are you saying. I always willingly shared with you. Give me back the wallet." Chuuya clenched his fists. He really doesn't want to get hated by Mori.

Shirace and Yuan just rolled their eyes and walked away. The ginger felt his heart drop. He's dead.

Just like always, everyone pushed and pulled their way into a neat lineas the raven haired came into the room.

The ginger didn't dare to look at the taller afraid he might see right through him. He stood at the back of the line.

He caught a glimpse of Shirace and Yuan in front of him, laughing with other teenagers.

The ginger bit his lower lip.

Did he do something wrong? Why did they leave him. He always...

Chuuya decided not to dwell in the negative thoughts, looking straight in front but as soon as he met the raven's glance, the ginger immediately looked away. It wasn't even his turn, but he was already scared.

It was only a matter of time, when the once long queue was reduced to the ginger.

Shirace, Yuan and their 'new' group of friends watched at the side in amusement, as if waiting for Chuuya to get a whole lecture and hopefully a hit.

Chuuya didn't dare look at the other's disappointed gaze.

"You usually bring back a wallet or two, Chuuya. Something must've happened right?"

Mori glanced at the handful of teenagers who were still snickering. However, once they noticed Mori's gaze was on them, they quickly quietened down. The raven haired eyes' narrowed as he sighed. He knew what happened. A smile propped back up on his face as his eyes softened slightly.

"It seems your friends weren't the best were they?"

The ginger only nodded hesitantly, still not looking at Mori's gaze.

"Well, that's a shame but you know there's always a second option if you want food."

Mori bend down slightly, reaching Chuuya's height as a pair of amethysts glanced up and down the ginger's body. A smirk appeared on the taller's face as he stood back up straight.

"So? I'll even let you skip a week of work if yo-"

Mori was cut off as the ginger stepped a few steps backwards. "I rather not. I'll go back to my room."

The other seemed reluctant and grabbed the ginger's arm tightly, "You sure? It's a privilege just for you."

Chuuya nodded hastily, "It's fine, I won't trouble you." He knew full well what that 'privilege' was and lets just say Chuuya just rather starve than use it.

He never really ate at all anyway, he always gave it to...Shirace and Yuan.

He clenched his hands. He'll be fine for the night. The ginger walked away as he bowed respectfully to the other and walked away.

The group of teenagers who was thinking of watching some action for the night didn't get what they wanted. Instead, they found out Mori was a very biased man. And sad for them, Chuuya was his favourite.

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A frown appeared on the brunette's face. He stepped away from the window and walked away.