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☆ Cops and Robbers 🎩 ☆

||A DitchxTre Short Story (ish)||

Requested by: Knuckesandshadowfan

Also just realized that the title is ship name for VinniexTre but i dun have the worth to change it :0

It was in the late afternoon.

The town was bustling with the rich, going about their usual errands.

Tre followed behind Maroon through the crowded streets, scribbling some words on a notepad every now and then.

As they walked, he kept a cautious eye out for any street hobos. He wasn't an official cop or anything- although he wanted to be, even though it was mostly to impress his father.

If he wasn't so jumpy most of the time.

Maroon made a sharp right, and Tre did the same. Maroon was his assigned bodyguard, courtesy of his father, her boss.

They entered a semi-busy coffee shop and made their way to the bar counter. Wanted posters decorated the walls.

A slender, tall, and fair lady was seated on one of the stools. A cane was rested against the side of the counter beside her. She smiled at the sight of them.

"Roony~!" She said gleefully. As Maroon approached, she picked up the cane and shambled over to give her a hug or a pat on the back, but Maroon raised her hand.

"Not on the job, Arv." Although there was a hint of a smile behind her guarded eyes. Arville only nodded, smiling, and slipped a small candy into Maroon's open palm.

Tre pocketed his notepad.

As Maroon ordered a coffee and an apple juice, Tre wandered to the window. The streets were still crowded. He was soon distracted by a nearby conversation:

"Have you heard about the recent scrap incidents?"

"No, but I heard they're still trying to catch the one."

"The one on the wanted posters?"

"Yeah, there were a couple freaky looking people the other day trying to take them down and scribble over them with their own wild theories and nonsense."

"Mhm. Oh, my tea is cold. WAITER!"

He turned his attention back to the window. Scrap incidents were getting more and more common. He wished he could be of some help. He sighed, resting his cheek into his palm on the window sill.

Then suddenly, a shrill scream sounded, paired with a bustling in the groups of people outside.

He raised his head, watching as a ragged teen sprinted across the street with a purse in hand. He ducked through the crowds, unnoticed by the police.

His eyes widened, and he spun around.

Maroon was still distracted with Arville.

In a split second decision he tugged up the collar of his trench coat and sped out of the shop.

Looking left then right, he chased after the thief.

He ran like his life depended on it, although his short legs didn't carry him as far as he would've liked. The-cop-in-training trailed them all the way into a dark alley.

Shivering a little, he took a deep breath and readjusted his hat. He continued cautiously, calling out:

"H-hey- you! Show yourself- in the name of the law-!" He ventured further into the alley, bending down to pick up a severed glass bottle.

He held it out as he got deeper, squinting to identify an even darker figure.

The figure turned, their eyes shining dimly through the shadows.

Tre's eyes widened again as they pounced onto him without warning and pinned his arms to the floor.

He blinked as his eyes focused on his captor.

A boy, probably the same age as himself, hunched over him.

He had a large, black top hat- his grey hair poking out from underneath the rim.

After he'd recovered from the shock, he tried to struggle against them, but his smaller frame was no match.

"Let me go- you filthy scrap, damn it-!!" His detainer slapped a hand over his mouth and sneered down at him.

Tre kicked at him again, his yelling now muffled.

Ditch shushed him.

"Be a good boy and shut up," Tre cursed at him from under the hand.

"What was that? Can't hear you~" Ditch teased playfully, laughing to himself.

Tre struck his boot hard into Ditch's shin, and this time Ditch was the one to curse.

"I'll rip you to pieces, snob!" He spat.

Tre only continued to glower.

Ditch huffed, taking his hand off Tre's mouth for a quick moment.

Tre was about to yell when the point of a knife hovered over his nose.

"That's what I thought." Ditch said when Tre stayed silent, grinning again to showcase two rows of shimmering yellow teeth.

"I'll tell you what," Ditch said, leaning down right beside Tre's ear. "We'll keep this our little secret, eh~? I'll let you free, and you won't tell anyone you saw me."

He said, his tone amused. His warm breath sent a shudder through Tre's body.

"Do we have a deal~?"

Tre's mind was racing, and he took a blank minute to process this.

"And as a reminder, if you decide not to follow through with it, I have certain ways to deal with it."

A bead of sweat ran down Tre's forehead.

"Alright." He managed. Ditch's lips curled up.

"Good." He slowly stood off of Tre, watching him carefully. Tre bolted up to his feet, if shakily.

Ditch then tipped his hat and backed away to let the shadows envelope him once more.

Tre stood there blinking in silence for a moment before a pair of firm hands gripped either of his shoulders.

"THERE you are-!" Tre recognized Maroon's voice immediately. He turned, his expression stressed yet relieved at the same time.

"Your father would've killed me if something happened to you, you can't just leave like that!" Maroon chastised him.

Tre lowered his head. Maroon sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Come on, let's go." She said, beckoning for him to follow.

Tre glanced back once, before nodding rigidly and accompanying her.

Idk duds I tried meh best

Peace out