Those Beautiful Lies

Chapter II

-OIKAWA POV-
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(AMV of Oikawa)
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Oikawa was awoken by the light shining in his eyes from a tear in the tarp. His chocolatey brown eyes slowly blinked open in annoyance. It was probably just sunrise, way too early. He sat up, looking around the hut groggily. The twins, Mica and Mark, had fallen asleep together on Oikawa's legs. He winced, carefully moving his legs out from underneath them without waking either of them up. Reaching under his pillow, he pulled out the ragged, fringed, dirty white bandage and taped it carefully around his knee. Sighing at the relief, Oikawa stood up without a sound and stepped over his sleeping family's bodies to get to the cloth door. He might as well try to steal from the Market, since he was up so early.

He slipped on his shoes, which of course had holes in the bottoms and tops. Fluffing his soft brown hair, he made his way out of the hut.
He blinked a couple times, raising his hand to block his eyes from the bright sun. Glancing up and down the dirt street to check for guards, he quietly bounded forward like a deer on his way to the Market. Not a pebble seemed to crack under his feet; he had trained himself to be as quiet as possible, silent as a mouse, no matter the situation. On his way to the Market, he had to hide occasionally behind a hut from a couple random patrol guards. If they caught him awake and about this early...well, he probably wouldn't make it.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he finally had the Market in his sights. The Market was a place where people from the slums would come to trade or buy items. It was about the size of a small mall, an it was probably the best place pickpocket competition occurred. Oikawa, currently, was at the head of the game. He had defiantly awoken earlier then everyone else, so pick pocketing off some of the stuff would be easy as pie without other pickpocketers watching.

Oikawa snuck in through the back door, his ears already being filled with the sounds of early morning gamblers. He stood against the back wall, looking out at all of the tables filled with different trinkets of sorts. Food, clothing, hut repair, weapons, they had everything here. His face split into a devious little grin, looking down at his pockets. He defiantly had enough room to snatch a few good things off here.
Oikawa casually walked by some of the tables, his eyes scanning each and every item. No one paid him any attention, which was a plus for him. He walked over to his favorite table; it was full of different sorts of little expensive trinkets, but it also contained a few medical supplies. Needles, random pills that no one could identify. This was the only table that contained stuff like that. Glancing down at his knee, Oikawa sighed. He would have stolen knew bandages long ago, but there wasn't a trace of anything like that here in the slums.

Pushing his issues out of his mind, he decided to just focus on stealing right now. As the owner of the booth turned around, Oikawa's hand flashed out like a viper and snagged a small charm bracelet. He stuffed it in his pocket just as the owner turned back around. He gave the man the most innocent smile he could, then took off walking towards a couple more interesting booths.

Pickpocketing came as easy as breathing for him now. People these days were too simple to notice anything.

Oikawa pickpocketed a couple more things that might be worth something. The bracelet, a few coins, a pin, a few hair ties for mom and the girls, duck tape to repair the hut. He could only snatch the small things. Bigger things would get him noticed, and he couldn't afford to have anything happen to him. He usually never went after the food, because in the slums everyone noticed even if a crum of food was gone. Other things were not scarce, but food defiantly was. It was disappointing indeed.

All of a sudden, something caught Oikawa's eye. In the very corner, there was a booth all by itself. Oikawa had never seen it there before, so it was new. But it wasn't that it was new that shocked Oikawa. Along the table, there laid swords and daggers. Not just any little flimsy things like Oikawa usually spotted. But real swords. Expensive swords....they were swords that had once belonged to Flames. Gold hilts, blades sharpened to the point of where a regular sword looks like a child's toy.

Oikawa, for some reason, couldn't take his eyes off that table and the little old woman sitting at it. His feet seemed to move on his own, walking towards the abnormal booth. The old woman sitting there looked up at him with a kind, withered smile. But as she looked over him, her eyes sparked with curiosity and interest. "You like what is here, my boy?" She croaked, her eyes not leaving his face as she made her way around the side of the table.

Oikawa just nodded, not being able to speak. He looked over all of the swords and daggers; seven in total, six swords...and one dagger. The swords were great and all of course, but something about that dagger was different. It felt like his head was clearer as he looked at it. The blade looked sharper then the rest, the golden hilt with the silver designs shinier. There was writing down the sharpest part of the dagger in a language he didn't understand; it defiantly wasn't English. He forced his eyes to look away from the dagger and back to the old woman. "Where did you get these, ma'am?" He asked quietly, his eyes wide. The old woman just chuckled, waggling a finger at him. "Now now, don't get so nosy." She walked around him slowly, like an artist examining a piece of artwork. "What are you doing?" He asked suspiciously as she smelt the back of his shirt.

"Ita et vos...." She muttered in a strange language, pulling away and looking up at him. "That's it." She waddled to stand in front of him, looking up at him with suddenly challenging eyes. "It's rare I meet someone like you." She said, clasping her hands together in front of her. "I've only met one like you before and decided to give him one...." She said, half mumbling to herself. "Now listen to me, boy." She said suddenly, poking his chest. "It isn't often that I do this. But these weapons have owners. I know who they are when I meet them." She said.

Oikawa raised an eyebrow, very confused. "What are you talking about?" He asked, taking a step back. "The ambition is stronger in you. You have more will...more life in you. I can see in in your eyes. I can see...I can see that you will take good care of it for me." She waddled back to the table, walking over to the exact dagger Oikawa had been eying. She picked it up in her hands, then pulled out a matching sheath that was obviously for the dagger. She walked back over to him looking up at him. "He is now yours." She murmured.

Oikawa dazedly held out his hands, and the old woman placed the now sheathed dagger in his hands. "His name is Ignis. Take good care of him." She said, closing his hands over the sheath.

"Wait, wait, what?" Oikawa cried, looking down at the dagger then back at her. "This isn't right, who are you, why are you giving me this?" He asked franticly. This was probably worth...god knows how much. The lady just smiled up at him. "It chose you, I know from that look in your eyes. Ah, I see it now. I hope one day you will meet the other holder, the one who came to me before you." She told him softly.

Oikawa was just baffled, not knowing what to do or what to say. He was given this...this beautiful, beautiful dagger. It was impossible...but the lady had said now...it was his. His for the keeping. "Now, don't let anyone else see it." She said suddenly, breaking him out of his thoughts. "Run with it. Run, all the way home. But don't show your family." She said. He was about to protest, but she cut him off. "Use it only when the time is right, and until then, keep it close. Goodbye, Oikawa." She looked up at him, giving him a small pat on the cheek and one last smile. Then he ran, ran all the way back home with the dagger cradled in his arms, wondering how in the hell she knew his name.
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The next day, the woman and the booth was gone. When he asked other people if they remembered seeing her, they just looked at him and told him that guards had come in later that night to the Market...she hadn't made it out when they found the Flame daggers and swords. Oikawa felt a pang of sadness when he heard that. He obviously hadn't known her well, but she was the one who had given him the precious dagger. The dagger was hanging safely from one of the belt loops on his pants. Hidden, blended in. He had his mystery dagger, and that was enough for him to remember her by.
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Hello everyone, I hope you liked that chapter! I know, weird about the old lady and the dagger, right? Don't worry if you are confused now, the story of the old lady and the dagger will come together at some point.
Anywho, if you have any suggestions for me, please tell me in the comments if you would like!
Much love -Avianna