Romeo and Juliet +RoadLen+Romeo and Juliet +RoadLen+5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Don't you want to come inside?"
the voice of a young girl reached out to me. I gazed up to the balcony. Indeed, a petite female was staring down on me.
"e.....Excuse me?" I replied. currently, I was out on watch, since there had been a warning of akuma activity around a certain family, attending this party.
"Whatever you're doing, can't you do it inside? snooping around like this'll only make you suspicious." she leaned on her elbows, looking cheeky. "Besides, it's going to rain soon.
This girl, was she an aristocrat? she looked familiar... maybe I've seen her in the newspaper once?
"Come inside." She urged again.
I smiled and took her invitation. refusing might hurt her pride, I realized.
She left the balcony to meet me inside.
A little unusual, I walked in, surrounded by many people of high importance.
A little oddly, I was stared at. No wonder, it had rained outside and I was wearing a long black cape with a hood.
But among the crowd, I saw the petite girl. I made my way to her, un
Great kaitou Tsubame chap 1Great kaitou Tsubame chap 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
February 12th 1955, Lundy
Where should I begin with this story?
I, of all people, should know it best, no?
Fore this is my story. The story of a young reporter and an unforgettable meeting.
If I tell you the name of phantom thief the Swallow, I don't doubt some of you might remember that name. Though I will not be as vain as to believe that the real story will ring a bell immediately.
Actually, I believe that there are only few who know the truth. For instance, no one these days recalls that his true name was 'Tsubame'. For both he and I were Japanese. Something no longer very acceptable in the London of these days.
But I'm drifting off. Let's start at the start. It should be a little longer then 15 years ago.
The day where a young reporter met a phantom thief.
Meeting under the moonlight.
January 6th 1940, London
"Tezuka!" a heavy voice shrieked. Said person was sitting behind a desk, his pen in his mouth, staring at a halve full paper. His gaze moved to the door