It was a cold windy night, but festive lights were lit underneath the dark sky. There was never a day where the city wouldn't be lively. No, actually, the city gets more crowded just by each day.

The number of buyers and the number of sellers had increased drastically this past few months, from customers like mafia bosses, CEO's of huge companies, Idols, they would all come here to either loosen up, buy or have fun.

Ehem... now continuing to the main storyline. A figure stood on a ramen's shop rooftop, located at the edge of city beside the kami river. The small business looked like it was abandoned several years ago, moss patches and short vines were growing on the shop's outer wall, the banner that would welcome customers was tattered and torn, meanwhile on the outside only stood one lonely street lamp with a flickering light bulb attached.

There only stood one small ramen shop and a river across it. It truly was a sad sight, the story behind this ramen shop... what could it be? behind the ramen shop was a busy city and infront was a peaceful river, it seemed like the shop was dividing the place into two dimensions.

The street lights continues to flicker, and the night still went on, but so were the people there.

A young woman who was dressed neatly in a pink blouse and a pair of blue jeans was walking from the corner of the side walk, her footsteps were heard aloud by the small creatures nearby and the figure on top of the roof. She looked around, as if she was trying to find someone. She approached the dim lamp post and stood underneath to perhaps keep it company and waited there.

Such a strange woman... is she perhaps the heroine of this story? Of course not, that won't be exciting at all. She kept on waiting as she began to grow impatient, her small hands cluthed onto her red purse and started to mumble words underneath her breath.

Now here's where the story starts! While the young lady stood there looking so innoncent, a thief was in waiting, hoping to get something good out of tonight. He was hiding beside the ramen shop and had scouted her all the way from where she originally had left, market city.

He waited a bit more... then BAM!!! He immidietaly sprinted towards the lady and snatched her purse, she was shocked that a thief was here. The purse snatcher than ran as fast as he could away from the place, the lady screamed but despite being on a quite street, will there be any help nearby?

- "Help!!! Somebody!!!"

The lady shouted without a second thought, but the person dressed in black kept on running. She had really important things in that bag, if she lost it, she wouldn't know what to do after that.

She continued to shout, that's when a figure landed infront of the thief to prevent him from running. It was the shadow from before, the one on the rooftop !!! The man stopped and held tighter onto the purse , he appeared to be shakened by the sudden appearance of a complete stranger.

??? - "hand over the bag" the figure stepped forward and slowly approached the robber, the man backed up slightly. Once the unknown person was under the light of the flickering street lamp, the lady who was shouting instead gasped immidietaly.

What will become of the ladie's purse and the robber's fate...

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the person who halted the robber was...

The rumoured street fighter that people kept talking about!!! No one knows of his name, the hero of this busy city, he hid his face under the hood of his olive jacket paired with black with red stripe sweatpants. he has solved thousands of cases, and at one time he singled handedly capture a whole gang of mafias along with their leader. His performance was truly remarkable, but question is... why was he here? shouldn't he be somewhere else, doing something more important rather than catching a robber who stole a purse from a woman who obviously walked into the wrong place at the wrong time?

-"Y-you think I'll handle this over so easily?!?!"

The stealer stuttered with his words making him look like an amateur thief. Shiku took a step forward towards the man and he, too, stepped bakwards.

-"is this perhaps... your first time trying to steal something-?" before finishing his sentence, shiku lowered his head and stared into the thief's eyes.

-"kid???"

The lady was utterly suprised when shiku said kid towards the short thief. this so called 'kid' tried to steal a innocent's lady purse, shiku could not allow this too happen, for such a bright future to be ruined with such little actions.

-"who are you calling kid?!?! I-I'm 20 years old!!!"

the short guy shouted, holding onto the purse tighter. Shiku towered upon his small, tiny figure, and sighed heavily as her bangs slowly shadowed her amber eyes.

-"look handover the purse, we can talk this through. I can help you with whatever problem that you're-"

-"No!!! you don't understand! I-"

Shiku's sentence was cutted off by the kid's sudden raise of voice. He sounded desperate, he looked desperate.

-"cutting someone off is a tad bit rude, don't ya think?..."

the street hero snatched the purse from the small guy's grasp, as if he were to take a candy from a baby, shiku grasped the kid by his collar and dragged him along to approach the lady from before.

-"ma'am, here you are... I believe this is yours?"

Shiku politely gave the woman her purse while still dragging the kid in one of his hands. The woman thanked him and was really grateful that the street hero had come here in time before the thief had ran off with her purse.

-"thank you so much!!! how can I ever repay you mr.shiku???"

-"no need for the formality, shiku is fine. and for the payment..."

he raised a finger towards his mouth and his eyeballs facing upwards, when he had an idea, he would snap his fingers and smile cheekishly.

-"never come back here ever again! got it?"

The lady was confused but nevertheless, accepted the task that shiku had given her. to never come back here ever again. Once the lady waved her goodbye and had dissapeared around the corner and out of sight.

Shizu dropped the kid making him fall onto the ground with a large thud, he dusted off his hands and squated down to meet his eye level.

-"You've got a lot of explaining to do, mr..."

-"Huh???"

such a shocking truth!!! The thief was just merely a youth who had no experience in stealing whatsoever !!!

What will shiku do now to make him pay for what he did?

To be continued...

Shizu looked at the thief.

Shizu - "So tell me... why would a kid like you try to steal, huh?"

Shizu wasn't able too see his eyes as they were overshadowed by his messy bangs. He held onto his sweater really tight, clenching it, making him look like as if he was getting severly punished by his own parents.

The child remained silent while Shizu kept staring into his eyes, as if trying to find an answer just by looking at him. Finally, the kid sighed deeply and held his head so he would be able to answer the hero's question.

Kid - "My friend... he's starving and he needs food... but I don't have money... so I thought.."

Shiku immidietaly flicked the child's forehead that resulted in a loud "kaplak!". The hero did not hesitate to do such things,

The kid wailed in pain when the sudden impact had reached his nerves. He covered his forehead with both hands trying to supress the pain while his eyes got teary.

Kid - "O-OW!!! What was that for?!..."

Suprisingly the kid did not cry nor was he that angered by Shiku's flick. The hero was amused by this and stood up, smiled and asked him.

Shiku - "what's your name?"

Kid - "Huh?... oh it's-...... bikyole"

Shiku - "Pretty unique name you got there, bikyole. And you already know that I'm the infamous rumored hero, Shiku naname!"

Shiku made drummings noises while he introduced himself even though little bikyole already know of his name and character.

Shiku - "Now Bikyole, I'd like to ask you something important... stealing, lying, killing... are these actions good or bad?"

Bikyole - "They're bad.."

Shiku - "and what were you doing just now... stealing, correct?"

Bikyole - "Yes.."

Shiku - "and is stealing good... or bad?"

Bikyole - "...bad..."

Bikyole's face was slowly turning to the one filled with guilt, but Shiku was happy that he admitted that what he did was bad. The hero still knew that it's not too late for Bikyole to follow the right path. Shiku rubbed Bikyole's head and cheered him up.

Shiku - "Don't feel so down... I stopped you from stealing didn't I? that means you didn't steal anything.."

Bikyole kept his mouth shut and looked like he was about to cry. Naname was flustered since he never knew how to deal with a kid, but once again, he snapped his fingers together to show that he had a great idea to turn this kid's frown... upside down!

Shiku - "so you said you needed food for you friend, right bikyole?"

Bikyole - "Yes... but I don't have money.."

Shiku - "you must be starving too right?"

Bikyole - "yeah.."

By acessing the situation, Shiku can guess that Bikyole and his "friend" parents were already gone or had left them two to be left on the streets.

Shiku - "How about this, I'll treat you and your friend to some food that I got back at my place?"

Bikyole's eyes lightned up slightly,

Bikyole - "R-Really???"

Shiku - "Yeah!"

The child wiped away the corner of his eyes and started to hop around in a circle, he really was a kid. To be forced to steal for the sake of survival was a cruel thing in the world,

Shiku - "Buuut, I'll give you food if only you and your friend won't do anymore bad things, got it?"

Bikyole - "Yes! I promise that me and my friend won't do anything bad anymore!!!"

The hero was happy that the once to be thief was now just an innoncent boy hoping around like a small bunny.

Shiku - "Alright my place is pretty near here"

Shiku turned around to the abandoned ramen building and bikyole was confused. Before the small child gets to say anything,

Shiku - "I know what your gonna say, and yes... this right here kid... is my "place"..."

Shiku pointed at the old looking building which had vines growing out of the cracks, the banner of tge shop all tattered and dirtied by years of dust, the lonely flickering light on top of the creaking wooden door of the small restaurant.

To be continued...