The Phantom Thief   von Lluvia
                         (The story of a strange love)
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                                 Chapter seven
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As Alan opened his eyes the next time, at first he was afraid of what he would
see. The last thing he remembered was struggling against one of his kidnappers
before losing his consciousness as he had inhaled too much chloroform.
But then he was just surprised. Because he didn’t see one of the kidnappers.
He saw the Sapphire Phantom. And not only that, said Phantom actually had the
nerve to smile as they made eye contact.
“You all right?”, he asked, even sounding slightly concerned. But Alan
ignored the question as he finally took in his surroundings. He was at home in
his bed, while the master thief he was out to catch calmly sat next to him and
asked him if he was alright?!
“What the hell is going on? Where did you come from and how do you know where
I live?”
The Phantom didn’t stop smiling, even though Alan could catch something else
in his eyes... another emotion, but he didn’t know the guy good enough to tell
what it was. At least he got his answer. “Well, if you want to hear the story
from the beginning: I wondered where you were tonight, as I missed your
interesting sixth sense, asked one of your colleagues about it, found out your
address and went looking for you after I saw that you weren’t home. And as I
found you they were about to... you know...” He shrugged, looking slightly
helpless - not that it was easy to tell with that mask on - before going on.
“Anyway, so I saved you and brought you home. And the only thing I get is a
‘What do you want’? No ‘thank you’ or something?”
They were silent for a moment. Sadly, the Phantom was right. It looked like he
did save him, so Alan probably owed him one now... “Thanks...”, he grumbled
quietly, but it was loud enough for the other man to hear. And it made him grin,
which in turn annoyed the policeman, but they both knew that right now, their
meeting was under some kind of truce. 
“So... why are you still here? You know that I can arrest you right now,
don’t you?”, he then asked as he sat up in his bed.
“Well... not really as you don’t have any evidence that I did anything,
right? I think you need a proof to arrest me, meaning you'd have to catch me
red-handed. Also, it wouldn’t be very nice of you to imprison the one who just
saved your virginity, would it?”
The blue haired man smiled and Alan blushed slightly. “What makes you think
I’m still a virgin?!” “Easy. You just blushed and you didn’t deny
it.”
That shut him up, even if he did it only grudgingly. But the Phantom wasn’t
finished yet. “Anyway, as to why I’m still here: I thought it would be nice
for you to have some company. It doesn’t look like that’s happening often,
you know?
“How would you know?” Alan narrowed his eyes and his opponent sighed. “Oh
come on.  You’re the typical loner, right? You’re clever and have a nice job
and everything, but not many social contacts except for your colleagues.
Aren’t I right?” Silence. The Thief was dead on. “See? So shut up and be
happy for once, okay? You can try catching me again when I send my next
note.”, he continued but the policeman still stayed silent.
“Oh whatever... I have to go now anyway, it’s getting late. But you should
tell other policemen that you were kidnapped. Don’t worry, they’ve already
caught the two guys and there is evidence against them so it shouldn’t be a
problem. And don’t think you can continue being a loner afterwards, I’ll
visit. Though you can be relieved, I won’t be doing anything illegal before
I’m coming over, okay?”
“What the-? No!”
“Oh, got your voice back? Nice. But why shouldn’t I? It’s not as if there
is someone else who lives here. But maybe I’ll watch out for visitors.
Goodbye!”
The Phantom ruffled Alans hair and before the latter could say something - or
react at all - he turned around and left the bedroom and probably the apartment
too. 
“What the hell...?” Alan shook his head, unsure if he should believe what he
had just experienced. But whatever, at least that blue haired guy had been right
with one thing: it really was late now, just a few hours left until morning. So
he did the only thing that seemed more or less logical now: He went to sleep,
hoping that when he awoke everything would be back to normal again, that
everything had been just some wicked dream.

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