Adopted Criminal

1. Blue Metallic Eyes

"Why are you laughing miss? I assure you that this is a serious matter."

"What the hell? Wait, are you serious?"

"I fail to see why you think I'm not serious miss."

"Dude, you barely know me, I have no parents, no money, I'm fucking homeless, and not to mention you already know I'm a goddamn criminal. Now why the hell do you want to adopt me?"

"He...my master, he knows your secret, and I believe that he wants to help you miss."

"My...Hm, help me? Why are you adopting me then?"

"I'm not the one adopting you miss, I'm just the messenger."

"That's so not suspicious, who is this high and mighty guy anyway?"

"My master, miss, is Mr. Alexander Kingsbury."

"The internationally famous one?"

"Yes miss."

"With the hot sons?"

"Er...yes miss."

"And filthy rich?"

"Well, yes."

"..."

"Miss?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you consent to this?"

"Well shit, why not?"

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Prologue

A four year old is crying. Her knee is scraped and she's crying, obviously hurt. But no one goes to help her, they all see her, but no one cares. She tries to stand up, but her knee is bleeding profusely. Trying to wrap the knee with a ripped piece of her dress she manages to limp back to a ratty looking building. She knocks. The door opens. A lady comes out, sees the girl and promptly glares at her before roughly pulling her in and making her stumble. The wound is not so carefully dealt with, and the girl gets a mean lecture and scolding from her caretaker. That night the girl falls asleep curled up and crying to herself. finally she drifts off after sobbing quietly and dreams of a better place.

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A five year old is standing in front of a simple building with multiple windows and a big door in the front. she hesitantly knocks on the big door of the building hoping it would open. It opens, and a man comes out smoking a cigar and wearing a permanent scowl. The girl holds tightly onto her backpack straps, and tries to smile. The man's scowl deepens and he mutters curses. She doesn't know what it means, but she knows it bad since it's been said to her before. She doesn't know what to do. Finally she is let in after some more curses and mumbling from the fat man. Inside there are other people, but they still glare at her. She feels insecure, lost, and lonely. A month later, she is kicked out. The food ran out. There's no more money. She has to go. The girl stands outside the door of the third one, once more, turns around and leaves.

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A six year old is running down the street with a cap on her head, hiding her hair and part of her face. She smirks. The police are so slow. In her hands she holds a brown bag and she had the same black bag on her back from years ago. The police are shouting. She doesn't care. The police eventually run out of energy. The girl heads straight for the forest where she comes to a little hut. An old woman beckons her in with a hint of panic in her eyes. after a long while the girl comes out again. this time no longer holding the brown package but rather a fruit basket. She grins to herself and takes an apple out. Inside the woman is smiling happily while reading a note left behind by the girl, whom she thinks is a boy. she show this to the old man laying on a bed next to her chair an he smiles as well. 'J-Black at your service' The little girl is running down the street again, but this time she's happily munching on a apple, and letting the sweetness run through her mouth.