Aunty Clair smirked, trying back her red hair in a black rag she found into a messy red bun, and she placed her old mask on her face.

"Still fits." She said, smiling.

She slid her gloves on over her hands, and she couldn't help but make a pun.

"They still fit like a glove." She said, as she chuckled to herself.

The contents of her bags rattled as she laughed, her paint can shaking slightly, as she checked to see if she had her old tools still, and how rusty they were. She smiled when her hand ran over a metallic, smooth surface, no rust on the case at all.

"Ready?" She asked to herself, prepping herself to get as much money as she could fit in her bag.

She was going to hit the jackpot, the big one.
It's risky, it's dangerous.

It's thrilling.

She was ready.

She calmed her nerves that were firing like crazy as she climbed the wall, managing to get onto the roof.

She pulled out her lock pick and picked the lock on the sky roof, internally laughing at how rediculous it is to have a sky light for a bank. 'Well, it is a rich people bank.' She thought, realizing that the bank was decorated to be visually appealing.

She quickly moved the glass and looked for cameras, before spotting one and looking at it hard, staring at it.

The camera wasn't moving at all. It was a fake. It was mostly used for tricking robbers into thinking that there was a camera.

'Child's play.' She thought, grinning, as she threw the rope she had brought down and tied one end to a vent, making sure to do a double sailor, quadruple bypass knot.

She slid down the rope, her old black gloves fitting the groves of the old rope well, as she managed to get down on the floor with ease.

She looked around, smiling at the stillness of the night, as she quickly made her way to the back of the bank.

'Jackpot' She thought, as she saw the safe, before stopping in the shadows, seeing a active camera. She grabbed her spray paint, then put it away, pulling out the silly string, before shooting it at the camera, blocking it's view without being seen. She shot at the next camera, then the next.

Soon, all of the cameras were blocked as she strolled along down the hallway, semi sneakily, as she found the vault with tremendous ease.

The vault was password protected, as she grabbed her make-up kit and pulled out her blush, dusting for fingerprints. She got the code and she almost facepalmed.

1 2 3 5

'Very creative, guys' She thought sarcastically, as she wrote it down before going further down the hall to the control room.

She peeked in the door, seeing an officer asleep at his post. She opened the door smoothly, as she took out her shiny case. It had a knife, gloves, a gun, a towel, and duct tape.

She grabbed the duct tape, seeing no need to kill this man....yet.

She duct taped his legs and hands together around the chair, quietly. She taped his balding head to the back of the chair, and wrapped tape all around his vision body, making him unable to move.

She smirked, taking out the can if red paint, before drawing her symbol on the baren grey wall, a perfect backdrop.

All criminals have symbols, and Aunty Clair was no exceptions, making a red squibbles and a circle, before giving her signature sign off with the paint. A red curl of hair in the form of a scythe. The mark of the Red Haired Reaper.

She smiled, before deactivating the code memory and alarms in the building, before exiting the room, looking back at her work of art.

She looked enthralled as she approached the door, typing in the password as the safe door swung open quietly.

Inside the safe, was stacks and stacks and stacks of cash, as she grinned, grabbing as much as she could, stuffing stack after stack after stack into her bag, her smile spreading with every stack.

She had grabbed a good fortune of the stacks in the bank when she stopped, zipping up the bag and get jacket, which also had money.

She ran out, going as quick as she could to her rope as she started her accent up towards the midnight air.

'Almost out.' She thought, as she kept climbing, a bit more of a challenge than she remembers it to be. She managed to get all the way up to the skylight and she pulled herself up, grunting.

She flopped down on the roof, out of breath slightly, as the adrenaline rush was starting to wear off. She slowly stood up, her legs shaking as she untied the rope and recoiled it back up into her arms, as she sighed.

She looked down at the ground, as she cringed, not seeing a way down except for the way she came back up, which was impossible to do.

She decided to do something crazy.

She jumped off the roof down to the ground.

As she fell, she braced her legs, clutching her bag full of the jackpot to her chest.

She was going to make it.

Everything was going to be ok.

She could do...
*CRUNCH*

Aunty Clair bit down on the inside of her cheek, as she felt something break in her legs, feeling a sharp pain shoot up them, like fire, as she winced as she tried to take a step to balance herself.

She scrambled to balance, as she refused to scream and alert the cops. She tasted a metallic liquid in her mouth as she started her journey home.

As she limped home, a thought hit her hard.
'Shît, I have work tomorrow!' She said, as she shuffled home, wincing.

*The next day*

"The officers were perplexed. The bank had lost 96,000,000¥ last night, presumably from a strike from The Red Haired Reaper. Her symbol is on the crime scene to prove it, showing that the Red Haired Reaper is still at large. Is our money ever safe from her clutches? We'll see if the officers can catch the criminal at large or not." The radio announced, as Soshi, Miya, and the rest if the family listened in, worry on their faces.

"I wonder who that is?" Kika asked, not aware.

Everyone was filled with worry.

"Hibiki, come home soon." Sota mumbled, holding her sister close to him.

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End of chapter 41

I hoped you guys liked the filler chapter.

It will take a while to get the next chapter out, so please be patient.

Love, ducky!