Summary: I would love him in a heartbeat. I would do anything for him in a heartbeat. But when the one thing comes along that I can't do for him, I'm sitting here, listening to his heartbeat. Hoping there is one.

It's a normal day. I was walking along down the street, doing my usual business of stealing and pick-pocketing.

I was about to reach into a lady's purse while she was preoccupied with buying something when a hand reached out and grasped my wrist.

I didn't even have to think. I flung myself around and punched the sucker full in the face.

He reeled, stunned. "Wha- wha- what-" he stuttered.

"Whaddya want?" I snarled, certain that he had caught me trying to steal. If I could maybe convince him not to get the bulls-

"I-I'm lost. I-I just wanted directions."

I relented a little. "Sorry. I thought you were- never mind. Where're you trying to get to?"

"I-I don't need directions, thank you," he said, metamorphosing into a stiff and cold attitude. He turned away.

"Fine," I shrugged, "suit yourself."

I walked on.

The mental image of his shocked sea-blue eyes continued to linger in my mind. I shook it off; I had more important things to worry about.

A/N: *Cringes* I know it's a short chapter. I wanted to get this story up, because I just had so much inspiration for it. I know it's also a rather confusing beginning; but I assure you, all shall be revealed in the next installment.

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