Clever

                                    

                                          
~~Levi's Point of View~~
                          
I watched from a distance as the young girl lured the drunk I was going to rob, into an alley. The fat idiot was easily persuaded and soon enough, I heard a faint struggle from that ally. I smiled a little when the girl came out again in a black cape, walking calmly from the crime scene like it didn't happen. I could appreciate a lil' competition. I entered the ally and smirked to find the drunk passed out on the floor, robbed clean.
                          
I smirk, now thats a clever brat. I stare after her. I could use her on my team, I think. 
                          
We shall meet again, clever one.
                          
~~Readers Point Of View~~
                          
After trading the gold for money and buying bread and fish, I come home to a coughing father. I slowly set the food down and cross the living room to where my father's bed is, by the window.
                          
"Hey... I'm home dad." I force a smile and push his hair back to soothe him. While I'm really checking his temperature. He's gotten worse. I clutch his hand and whisper against it, "I'm gunna have to start saving the money I steal to get you medicine...ok?" 
                          
He instantly tries to sit up but I push him down. "No. Saving money means you have to go without something. I'll get better, don't worry! You don't have to worry--"
                          
"Dad!" I cough lowering my voice. "Dad please. I'll be fine. I can go without things as long as I know i'm helping you stay alive." I glare at him. "Now stay in bed and let me take care of you. You will not die on me. Promise me." I glare harder when I get no response. "Promise. Me." 
                          
"Even if I promise you, it won't change the fact that i'll die soon, kiddo." He whispers with regret etched in his voice. 
                          
How...could he? Is he giving up? He has to be kidding. A dark shadow passes over my eyes as I stare at him expressionless. I slowly get up and walk towards the kitchen. 
                          
"(Y/n), wait--"
                          
I stop walking and look slightly over my shoulder, "Get some rest dad. I'll wake you up when dinners ready."

                          
My (h/c) hair covered my eyes as I spoon fed my father. "You're getting better at cooking! This is delicious!" He forces, trying to brighten the gloomy atmosphere.
                          
"Yeah, thanks." I grumble sarcastically as I give him another spoonful of stew. He lets out a strained chuckle but then decides to shut up for both of our cases. 
                          
After finishing feeding him I silently put on my hood. "I'm going for a walk dad. Even though you've given up, don't try to die while i'm out." 
                          
"I haven't given up! I'm just facing reality--"
                          
I shut the door behind me.