You can't help but frown as you pick the lock for Mihawk's house; it's apparently where Perona resides these days so sadly, if you get caught here, you may face certain death.

Although according to Killer, Mihawk should be away travelling so you shouldn't have to run into him at all.

So, the reason you're frowning? Because your mind keeps wandering back to Kid, how he rejected your kiss last night but then has the nerve to lick your...substances from your fingers the very next day? It just makes no sense.

What is wrong with him? Is he making fun of me?

Of course, your distraction only leads to the lockpick breaking, a disgruntled grumble of the word; 'Shit!' escaping your throat as you pick the bobby pin out of the lock before trying this task again, with a new pin.

Stupid Eustass! Messing with my damn head like this!

A long-awaited click finally sounds as you get the door open, a relieved sigh drifting from your lips before you sneak inside and beeline straight toward the staircase, already on your way to the master bedroom. 

Killer had been mapping out the house for you last night, which is why he wasn't present nor able to complain about your overly loud singing whilst you were drunk in the dead of night.

Kid said it's important to pull off the job this week since Mihawk is absent until Saturday evening and his daughter often stays with her lover, then there's Perona herself who works on the market during the daytime so this is the best time to strike.

2:00pm.

Plucking a folded piece of paper from your pocket, you unfold it to reveal the map that Killer had drawn out for you, silently creeping your way along the corridor at the top of the stairs and toward the very last room, the bedroom fit for a king...and his queen, apparently.

Taking a firm grasp on the door handle, you attempt to open it - only to find that it's locked, drawing a fed up (yet still quiet) groan from your very core.

Of course, rich people feel the need to lock their bedroom doors too! Great!

Though you partly feel a twinge of envy toward them as you kneel down in front of the door, beginning to work your magic on this lock also; when you think about it, if you had a lock like this on your bedroom door, then Bonney wouldn't have been able to interrupt your dirty dream and Kid wouldn't have been able to disturb you whilst you were...relieving your frustrations.

"Dracule Mihawk, you lucky bastard..." You essentially sigh under your breath, a click sounding as you successfully trick the lock, opening the grand double doors and finding yourself inside a huge bedroom.

The bed itself must take up a least half of the space; it's massive and looks super comfortable. Then there's a couple of wardrobes side-by-side and many bookshelves across the other side of the room stood proudly beside a large desk that's filled with books and seemingly important documents. 

If you didn't think the owner of this room was lucky enough, you find that off to your left is a marble fireplace...in the bedroom. It also has a small couch sat just beside it so on particularly cold days and nights, Mihawk (and Perona) can sit by the relaxing fire.

Must be so fucking nice for some people!

Slowly making your way around the room, your eyes scan your surroundings, quickly trying to work out where one might keep the jewellery.

Of course, it only takes mere seconds for you to spot the necklace in question; it's proudly decorating a black neck bust sat on top of the marble fireplace, making the beautifully old-fashioned trinket stand out a mile.

Well, this is what you get for flaunting your goods.

With a smug smile, you carefully approach the fireplace and reach out for the piece of jewellery, your fingertips barely brushing against the accessory when a sudden tug on your hair pulls your head back and forces a yelp from your lips.

The air behind you has suddenly turned cold as the grip on your hair tightens ever so slightly but as you attempt to glance over your shoulder to peek at your attacker, you only find yourself being frozen in place by the realisation that a blade is currently being pressed against your throat but not quite hard enough to draw blood. 

You can practically sense the shadowy figure staring a hole through the back of your head as they calmly hum to themselves before simply asking; 

"And who might you be?"

The creepily casual question only causes a mad shiver to rack up your spine as your soul essentially leaps from your body. 

I'm so screwed!

"IS THAT A KNIFE?!" 

No, you do not know exactly why you're asking such a thing when the answer is all too obvious.

"I believe I asked you a question first..."

"IS THAT A KNIFE?!"

"Would you like to find out?"

Jesus! WHAT KIND OF JOB HAVE YOU SENT ME ON, EUSTASS KID?!

With a harsh tug of your hair, the figure pulls your head back before looming over your face from behind; you notice the crimson red hair above everything else, the fact that she's a female, then her dark make-up, and finally, her brown eyes. 

"Oh, it's you again." She casually murmurs, pulling the knife away from your throat, much to your relief but her grip on your hair never loosens, her eyes still seemingly scanning your features curiously.

"Huh?! We've never met before!"

And why are you staring at me like that, you little freak?!

"Perhaps not formally."

"Who are you?! What's your name?!"

"You're bold. You break into my home and have the audacity to ask who I am."

Despite her slightly annoyed reply, she still releases your hair, making her way around to face you properly and leaning against the fireplace with the knife still very much within her hand.

Does this rich asshole have a bodyguard too or something?!

"What do you want from here?" The girl nonchalantly questions, her orbs still glued to you and quite frankly, starting to make you feel a little uncomfortable as you shift awkwardly and attempt to avert your gaze.

"A...necklace." 

Whatever you tell her, don't rat out the rest of the guild! 

"Hm? You mean that thing?" Her pale finger already pointing toward the necklace you were trying to swipe, the way the girl speaks about it though, makes you feel like you're risking your life to steal a piece of trash.

"Yes...that thing...." 

What's wrong with it? I'm confused!

"Just that?"

"Yes...?"

The redhead stares at you blankly for a moment, as if she's looking at an injured animal or something of the sort, her expression somewhat unreadable before she finally shrugs.

"Fine, take it."

EH?!

"What?!"

What kind of sorcery is this?!

"I said; take the necklace."

"But--No!" Your stubborn reaction actually causes the girl's expression to change at least, her brow raising as bewilderment fills her features, her fingers gently beginning to swing the knife back and forth leisurely. "I don't trust you!"

That weird little bitch is gonna stab me the second I step foot near that necklace, I know she will!

"And why is that?"

MAYBE BECAUSE YOU JUST HELD A FUCKING KNIFE TO MY THROAT?!

"B-Because you're weird!"

Yep, great reasoning indeed. 

The girl simply just stares at you, her face slowly morphing into a slight grimace as her orbs scan you up and down, seemingly trying to read your face and body language but apparently; you puzzle her just as much as she puzzles you.

"Okay...then let me put this into words that even somebody like you could understand."

"Eh?! The hell is that supposed to mean, you snob?!"

"I care about my things and I care about my father's things," She softly begins to explain, completely ignoring your outburst all whilst still toying with the knife in her hand. "If you were taking something that belonged to myself or my pa, then we'd have a problem, but that necklace belongs to Perona. So, to put it mildly; I don't care what happens to it."

I...? Is this...a family issue that I've just stumbled upon?

"Riiight..." You slowly whisper, hesitantly approaching the neck decoration once again and reaching for the jewellery but not for one second taking your eyes off of the dagger-wielding girl. 

Shockingly though, she does nothing as you grab the entire neck bust, dragging it into your chest defensively, about ready to use it as a weapon if you have to but the girl doesn't move an inch. She doesn't even flinch.

"Are you quite finished?" She calmly asks, only earning herself some sort of disgruntled squeak in return. 

You had intended to call her a weirdo, a freak, a creepy bitch all at the same time but apparently your brain couldn't quite process such words.

You both just stand and stare at each other for a solid minute.

Then finally, the redheaded girl sighs.

"You can leave now." 

And with the permission that you never knew you needed, you're out of there; hot-footing your way out of that damn house and onwards throughout the bustling streets and back to the sanctuary. 

You were in such a state of shock that you didn't even think to put the bust away or at least take the necklace off, the bloody thing is in plain view as you scurry on back to the hideout with it.

That was weird! That was weird! THAT WAS SO FUCKING WEIRD!

This sadly isn't ever going to be your most proudest robbery.

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