Voyage: 2p!America x Thief!Reader [TREASURE HUNTING AU]

CHAPTER 1: RENDEVOUS [2]

"Hello, Saint Vargis..." I said as I jumped over a century old brick wall, dirt had dusted my fingers and made its home between my nails. I felt the strain in my thighs as I landed on my feet on the roof, the impact made my knees bend as the thudding sound rang in my ears. The feeling of intimidation shot straight to my core, however swallowing my fear wasn't a choice to avoid. I caught glimpse of a bright instrument at the edge of my eyes - I ducked down and shuffled behind a parapet as a large circle of light passed by me. Getting caught was definitely a no go, unless I wanted to serve my million dollar head to a bunch of rats. And knowing Marivinc, he'd skin me alive and boil me in ravishing oil while he's at it.

The sound of the engine dying reached my ears as the illumination slowly died down. Finally! I took this chance to dash out and snuck into an open window. I lost my footing on the rails and tumbled into a library and consequently knocking a stack of books; I groaned as I stood with my hand on my head, rubbing my temples in a circular motion.

The click of a gun cocking had caught my attention, adrenaline guiding my pistol towards a buffed figure with his face hidden in the shadows, by the looks of it, he was shorter than me by a few centimetres. The figure slowly stalked into the moonlight, the rays of light first bounced off the end of his gun pointed straight at me, then his face, illuminating a man with a name that was renowned for his mischief. I could see that time had drawn lines on his face but the look of contentment and fury in his chocolate eyes whenever I'm in his presence had never changed. My fingers aligned with the trigger, I frowned as the man dryly chuckled. "Aren't you a force to be reckoned with... have you ever heard about tale of the curious cat."

"If you're going to be two-faced about this, at least make one of them pretty, Marivinc." I smirked at his displeasure. "How about we start this again. I don't think we've formally introduced. (Y/n) (L/n), helixophile and collector of bygones and whatnots."

"Oh... you. I've heard of you. Made quite the word for yourself in the underworld." His gun began to waver, " Not going to lie, I was really impressed on some of the rumours that bubbled up recently. But your accomplishments mean nothing to me. I'll have to give it to you, you've got guts. It's truly unfortunate that we're in opposite sides."

"If you're ever considering, my rates are pretty reasonable. After all, I don't think this is your line of work."

"I'd rather take my chances than work with a thief."

"Aww, what a shame- woah! Calm down, tiny!" I jumped at the sound of the gunshot and put my hands up, blinking involuntary. Opening my eyes, I realised that he openly fired at me by the smoke from the barrel of the gun - the bullet drilled a hole into the wall behind me, missing me by inches. "Getting a little too friendly there."

"Gun down!" He shouted before speaking in a different language into his radio. Top bet is that he's requesting for backup. "I said gun down!"

I hesitantly followed his demands, dropping the gun and kicking it away. "Anything else, tiny?"

"You're really are testing my patience, which is foolish for someone as skilled as you. You should stay away from things that doesn't belong to you..." My patience drowned with his words, filling the room as they rise and fall and I soon found himself within my own world - his voice, hoarse and deep as if he's been smoking 8 packets a day all of his life, not particularly healthy. The rumours about him was right, just his demeanour, I could smell blood as if it was worn of some sort of aftershave. I felt the floor shake a little as the distant pitter patter of foot steps became a cloud of thunderclaps in no more then seconds; bursting through every door was hired mercenaries equipped with the top notch battle armour and battle accessories, filling up the empty room and blocking every exit. He cupped his chin and slowly caressed it with a free hand. "You're making this hard for me, you know."

3...

My eyes darted around, carefully calculating an escape route, I smirk subtly.

2...

I inhaled and gave them a sharp look. Their guns cocked unpleasantly on different intervals and all pointed at me.

1...

"Shoot her, throw her body into the stream below." Marivinc says as he disappears behind the group of men.

He heard me remark 'Ill just have to see myself out! JASON!' as a flare bomb fell into the window, generating a large ball of gas before an argument whether to shoot or not broke out as well as a chorus of coughing fits bursting. I chuckled on the way of how they frail their air, trying to fan the chemicals away. But before the fog had calmed down, I already slipped away, gone and away from their sight.

--- 6 months earlier ---

"I'd like to introduce you to my sister," My brother said as he motioned to me. I stood up while leaning on one of my legs and sheepishly waved my hand.

"Aren't you the barbie." I could see that the sight of me in front of this so-called 'roommate' had tugged on the edges of his lips into a small half smirk. Flirty, half smirk. His red eyes had flashed down and reflectively, I put wrapped my arms around my chest.

"Hardly." I scoffed at the sudden remark, somewhere in between his words I had lost my complete interest.mumbling underneath my breath, "If you're into psychopaths..."

"I can do psychopaths~" He winked as his brunette hair subtly fell onto his cheeks and I rolled my eyes. "That is, if you want to have fun~"

"Trust me, your definition of fun is very much the polar opposite of what I think what fun is."

"Then show me..." Jason said in a deep voice and smirked as he tugged me closer to the point that our faces were inches away, my finger sticking up was the only thing other than thumb's width of space, and if my finger that if it was any closer, it would be up in his nose. Brother between faked coughs as he ran his hand in his hair, puts a reassuring hand on my shoulder, separated me from from the boy and tried to get rid of the obvious intimacy in the air with his usual bad puns and mumbled our names.

His cowlick flicked as he staggered backwards, he had a moment to reflect on his actions and soon became flustered about the moment, embarrassed of his first expression. I lost myself in the conversation with my brother, Teilo, before hearing a tiny, empathetic voice muttered behind me. "I'm sorry, doll. I can't help myself som-"

"It's (Y/n), actually."

"...what?"

"My name is (Y/n), not doll. Just for your information."

"Jason, Jason F Jones."