//The Crown Thief//

//chapter two//

  It was now late afternoon and our young thief, Denki kaminari, has been tossed nonchalantly into a cramped carriage and carted through the bumpy stone streets to the grand palace that loomed over him. He closed his eyes, hands holding onto the wooden poles that barred him into the back of the carriage. He sighed at the same time that the carriage bounced on a stone, his teeth clamping down on his tongue. He groaned, grabbing his jaw and sliding down the side of his wooden prison. He ducked his head down as people in the streets hollered names and insults, but he just rolled his eyes.
   'Not a single person in this damn kingdom has the nerve to steal what I have.' He thought to himself, trying to get his spirits up in this gloomy situation. He looked up from his lap and down to the side of his carriage, noticing a certain white feather and hat in the street. He gasped and stuck his arm through the bar, his wrist just fitting so that he could grab his hat and slid it in with him. He dusted it off, stroking the plume before putting it sloppily on his head, laying back and pulling it over his eyes, crossing his arms and falling into a light sleep, shoulders crammed into a corner of the small carriage, his feet brought up to his chest. Meanwhile, the prince sat in his study, pacing back and forth as he anticipated the news he had been hoping for for several weeks now.
   He glanced up to the window once again, the sun hanging heavily in the afternoon sky. He growled in annoyance, storming over to his desk and throwing papers and documents off of it and banging his fists down on the wooden surface, the wood creaking underneath him. 'What is taking those bastards so fucking long!?' He thought, sitting down in the chair and picking up a book. A strangely small boy with purple balls for hair peeked around the corner, sweating with nervousness. "Y-your highness?" he flinched and ducked out of the way as the prince threw a book out the door, yelling at him.
    "what do you want? Can't you see I'm fucking busy?!" The small boy gulped and looked back through the door, his black butler uniform wrinkled. "W-well I just came to say t-that-" the prince pushed himself from his desk, walking over to the boy and looming over him. "Well? Spit it out already grapes!" The boy backed away. "The thief your highness- he's in the courtyard as we speak!" The prince's eyes widened and he shoved the small boy out of the way, storming down the stone halls, his loud stomps echoing through the wooden floors. While the hot-headed prince stormed down to the courtyard, Denki was grabbed by his shoulders and thrown from the carriage, sending his small body tumbling on the rocks, his hat flying from his head and landing 3 feet behind him.
   He scrambled for it, refusing to give up his position of captain just because he had been captured by some nobles. He reached his hands out for it, fingertips brushing the tip as he was pulled away from it by his legs. He looked back, staring daggers at the 3 guards that stood in the courtyard with him. He pulled his two flintlocks out and pointed them at two of the three weaponless guards, knowing they couldn't reach the spears on their back without him shooting. Why they hadn't taken his guns and other weapons was a mystery to him, but he stood slowly up, scooting back towards his hat as he pointed the guns to their heads.
   He shimmed his foot underneath the hat, kicking it up in the air, bending his head down and catching it on his head. He smiled at his hat and put his guns in his holsters, putting his arms infront of him. The guards raised their brows at each other, shrugging at the small blonde who grew impatient. "You can capture me now Y'know" the guard rushed up to him, two seizing his arms and one seizing all of his weapons. The prince huffed, skidding to a halt at the front palace doors. He looked around for a big muscly man, or a tall and lean man with a beard maybe. His eyes blazed through the courtyard, not paying attention to the other prisoner that was probably caught for petty theft.
    He crossed his arms, tapping his foot. "Well, where is the bastard!?" A small laugh was heard from the small blonde male being man-handled, and one of the guards cleared his throat. "R-right here your highness!" The prince looked their way, making eye contact with the small and lean thief, eyes widening slightly. "You mean that short ass kid was the mastermind? Why did it take you so long to capture him?!" The thief winked at him, looking him up and down. The prince just glared at him, paying no attention to his flirting, instead staring into those golden yellow eyes of his that seemed to dance with energy.
   "Well your highness- he's surprisingly fast for someone his size" they heard a revolver click, causing them all to turn around and point their spears that hung on their back at him. He pursed his lips at the one that made the comment, a small smile on his face as he tried to look serious. "What d'ya mean by 'someone his size?' You callin' me short?" one of the guards grabbed the revolver from his hands and they shoved him forward, causing him to bow at the princes feet.     
   "Oh, your highness you're just as marvelous from down here on the ground! Has anyone ever mentioned that?" Bakugo rolled his eyes, flicking his wrist and telling him to stand. He stood, taking his hat off and pulling it to his heart, bowing before putting his hat back on his head and looking into his red-ruby eyes. "Do you a want your mothers drawers back?" The princes eyes widened and he punched the other in his face, sending him stumbling back and grabbing his now bleeding nose. "Holy mother of the todoroki kingdom! I was joking you sick bitch!" He leaned forward, spitting on the others shoes. The prince looked appalled, glaring down at him with death in his eyes.        
    The thief glared back up, the same threat in his eyes, though his threat wasn't as deadly. He held up a medal, looking from the gold object and back to the prince. "Can I have this?" The prince looked down at his sash, noticing one of the many medals was gone. He scoffed, snatching it back. "Take him away. Get him out of my goddamned sight" the thief simply smirked and allowed himself to get dragged away, walking into the palace and marveling at all the expensive things. The prince let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, his calloused hand pressed against his beating heart. What the hell was happening with his stupid heart!?

1189 words this time! I'm kinda low-key proud of myself- hope y'all enjoy today's chapter. new updates everyday btw

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