The Destiny of a Stolen Heart
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Naruto AU/AR › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Naruto AU/AR › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
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1,192
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1
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Two steps and a second too late
Visualize the want
Burn for the need
Hunger is present
The perfect future is greed
Like a drug, the urge to steal now itched at his core. Each person was like a challenge or an unspoken dare. His knack to break codes, unmatched patience and elite stealth were instinctual and untouchable. To him thievery was not just a criminal action it was an art form. His actions even if unnoticed by his victims were under close observation by particular group of people.
“Kisame.”
An utterance of a name and a nod sealed Kurama’s fate.
Kurama was in pristine form that night. His body swayed and moved as if the streets were a rudimentary parkour practice course and he was a three-time champion running through it, not a hint of hesitation. This was to be his downfall. Kurama knew his escape route like the back of his hand. He had walked it. He had run it. He had drawn it. He had played each step and hand hold in his mind many times over. This was his hunting grounds.
Kurama sat on the worn park bench, and admired all the beauty Mother Nature could offer, the explosive bloom of the Mimosa, and the soft allure of jasmine. His soul was clam. A glint of something caught the boy’s eye.
A watch, a Breguet’s pocket piece to be exact almost sparkled in the setting sun.
Options ran through his mind and without a second glance towards the quiet couple, a plan of action was decided. He got up and walked to the far side of the park. He shimmied out of his pants revealing a pair of green running shorts. Then, he put in his earphones and started stretching. After a slight warm up, he was off. He ran around the ½-mile trail circling the park.
Kurama noted the man was with his wife, they seem married but not newly weds because even though they were not looking at other people they were lost in each other’s company either. He wore khaki short with slide on boat shoes and button down cotton blend short sleeve shirt. The wife was in a simple white dress; her blue hair pinned up in a loose bun with a flower nestled in her royal locks.
“Excuse me, sir I really hate to bother you for the time but my grandmother would be in a complete uproar if I am late.” Kurama spewed feverously as he walked over to the relaxing couple. “Hello Ma‘am, I am suppose to be back home by 8 o’clock,” he said with wide eyed worry “Please tell me it‘s not quite eight.”
The man glanced at his wristwatch, “It’s 8.”
“Oh my god, It can’t be I just got here thirty minutes ago I ran 3 miles, I know I can run a mile in well under seven minutes,” he reasoned in a panic
“Ok, ok, “the man replied with raised hands. “Calm down, I’ll check my pocket watch it is never wrong.”
Almost unable to hid his excitement the red head waited patiently until the watch was in full display.
“Sorry, Hun but it is eight o’clock.”
“Let me see.” Kurama quickly said as he snatched the watch from the bewildered man’s hand. “Thank you.”
Kurama knew the state of shock never lasted long. Therefore, he ran full speed across the park. Just as he expected the man was quickly in hot pursuit. Kurama leapt over the two rows over black metal and wood benches facing the cobblestone path. The gentleman hopped over the same benches, nearly slipping as his oxford touched down on the grass. Kurama made a b-line to the main street. In his haste, he nearly collided into a strolling blonde-haired person, his pursuer was not as lucky and a misguided waltz interrupted his pursuit. Over flowing with confidence Kurama made a right turn into the third alley, he was now on his turf. The flower shop owner parked his car, in the same place, like always. He knew he would be home free in about seven steps.
Step one; he jumped on the trunk then hopped on the support bar for the convertible top. Step two; he reached for the bottom rung of the fire escape ladder. He came up empty handed.
The cocky fox fell and his world faded to black.
“Hn, not bad.” The “husband” said removing the watch from the boys hand, “but he needs to have second plan just in case his first one falls through” He twirled the sod off bar in his fingers. “Kisame, you can have him.”
The shark smiled from ear to ear and carried the unconscious boy home.
Misleading words whispered against the moon
Love is nothing more than a selfish creed
The is truth hidden within lies in full bloom
Whom do you believe, whom do you believe?,/i>
Burn for the need
Hunger is present
The perfect future is greed
Like a drug, the urge to steal now itched at his core. Each person was like a challenge or an unspoken dare. His knack to break codes, unmatched patience and elite stealth were instinctual and untouchable. To him thievery was not just a criminal action it was an art form. His actions even if unnoticed by his victims were under close observation by particular group of people.
“Kisame.”
An utterance of a name and a nod sealed Kurama’s fate.
Kurama was in pristine form that night. His body swayed and moved as if the streets were a rudimentary parkour practice course and he was a three-time champion running through it, not a hint of hesitation. This was to be his downfall. Kurama knew his escape route like the back of his hand. He had walked it. He had run it. He had drawn it. He had played each step and hand hold in his mind many times over. This was his hunting grounds.
Kurama sat on the worn park bench, and admired all the beauty Mother Nature could offer, the explosive bloom of the Mimosa, and the soft allure of jasmine. His soul was clam. A glint of something caught the boy’s eye.
A watch, a Breguet’s pocket piece to be exact almost sparkled in the setting sun.
Options ran through his mind and without a second glance towards the quiet couple, a plan of action was decided. He got up and walked to the far side of the park. He shimmied out of his pants revealing a pair of green running shorts. Then, he put in his earphones and started stretching. After a slight warm up, he was off. He ran around the ½-mile trail circling the park.
Kurama noted the man was with his wife, they seem married but not newly weds because even though they were not looking at other people they were lost in each other’s company either. He wore khaki short with slide on boat shoes and button down cotton blend short sleeve shirt. The wife was in a simple white dress; her blue hair pinned up in a loose bun with a flower nestled in her royal locks.
“Excuse me, sir I really hate to bother you for the time but my grandmother would be in a complete uproar if I am late.” Kurama spewed feverously as he walked over to the relaxing couple. “Hello Ma‘am, I am suppose to be back home by 8 o’clock,” he said with wide eyed worry “Please tell me it‘s not quite eight.”
The man glanced at his wristwatch, “It’s 8.”
“Oh my god, It can’t be I just got here thirty minutes ago I ran 3 miles, I know I can run a mile in well under seven minutes,” he reasoned in a panic
“Ok, ok, “the man replied with raised hands. “Calm down, I’ll check my pocket watch it is never wrong.”
Almost unable to hid his excitement the red head waited patiently until the watch was in full display.
“Sorry, Hun but it is eight o’clock.”
“Let me see.” Kurama quickly said as he snatched the watch from the bewildered man’s hand. “Thank you.”
Kurama knew the state of shock never lasted long. Therefore, he ran full speed across the park. Just as he expected the man was quickly in hot pursuit. Kurama leapt over the two rows over black metal and wood benches facing the cobblestone path. The gentleman hopped over the same benches, nearly slipping as his oxford touched down on the grass. Kurama made a b-line to the main street. In his haste, he nearly collided into a strolling blonde-haired person, his pursuer was not as lucky and a misguided waltz interrupted his pursuit. Over flowing with confidence Kurama made a right turn into the third alley, he was now on his turf. The flower shop owner parked his car, in the same place, like always. He knew he would be home free in about seven steps.
Step one; he jumped on the trunk then hopped on the support bar for the convertible top. Step two; he reached for the bottom rung of the fire escape ladder. He came up empty handed.
The cocky fox fell and his world faded to black.
“Hn, not bad.” The “husband” said removing the watch from the boys hand, “but he needs to have second plan just in case his first one falls through” He twirled the sod off bar in his fingers. “Kisame, you can have him.”
The shark smiled from ear to ear and carried the unconscious boy home.
Misleading words whispered against the moon
Love is nothing more than a selfish creed
The is truth hidden within lies in full bloom
Whom do you believe, whom do you believe?,/i>