How we casually stole you

Summary: A 15-year-old reincarnated Sabazio Moscatelli finds himself highly disturbed to hear about how his parents had casually strolled in and stole him as a baby but the most shocking thing about this situation is that he found out, he wasn't at all surprised.

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The Hitachiin family as a whole, were in a buzz.

At long last, there would be an heir to the Hitachiin estate.

The family wasn't provided with only one or two heirs but three heirs to the estate!

This was truly a good fortune, to have triplets even though the third one did come as a surprise to all, as it turns out the third one was hidden behind the other two so he didn't show up in the scan.

But now, if something happened to one of them, then they had two more, the Hitachiin future was secure.

However, amongst all the joyous news, nobody saw the new house help, that had been employed a year ago exchanged looks with each other.

It was time.

They both of them were secretly robbers in disguise, who had set their sights on the Hitachiin family for quite some time now, having been drawn in by the family pure wealth and fortune.

But they didn't rush in, they waited for the time they could find a way into the babies, nursey because there was no doubt in their mind, that they would hit the jack pot in expensive toys and clothes littered in there.

The women of the two, was disguised as a middle aged maid, while in actually fact behind all that makeup, was the face of a young women who was still in her prime.

The man of the two, was dressed as an old and experienced butler, to help him with his disguise, he stuffed his shoes with cotton to change his height and even wore shoulder pads to increase his chest size, neither of them interacted with each other in one month.

Well not publicly.

And now that the mistress of the estate was tired and security would be low.

It was there moment to strike.

The women entered the nursey under the guise of cleaning the room and changing the sheets of the three, heir's mattress, her partner in crime had managed to get himself elected to be in charge of the security camera's for the afternoon and used this to turn the camera's in the room off.

His wife, practically drooled when she came across the hundreds of toys in the room, all looking very expensive in their own right.

She had an hour before someone would come across the room to check on the three heirs and began to grab anything she could get her hands on and place it her large bag.

Her and husband would be rich when the day was out with all the things they were stealing.

But then, as she looked in the direction of the three identical babies, a crazy idea came to her mind.

What would happen if she stole one of the babies?

Sure robbing a rich family was something anyone could do but how many could say that they had stolen an heir to a very important family?

The thought of stealing an Hitachiin heir, was too tempting to ignore, if she pulled it off than she and her husband would be legends amongst the criminal society.

She made a split decision and went to the cot that said 'Asai Hitachiin', while the baby was still a sleep she casually lifted the baby up from his very expensive cot and placed the sleeping baby in her bag before she zipped the bag almost all the way up.

After all she wasn't heartless, the baby needed a hole to breathe through to stay alive, before she walked casually out of the room and down the corridor, as if she hadn't just robbed the family blind along with one of their heirs, minutes ago.

Her duty was over for the day so she could go 'home' and took the chance to walk out of the large compound and to meet her husband publicly for the first time in month, he was waiting outside for her, his duty for the day was also done.

Several other's servant's duty had finished as well, as new one went to replace the old ones.

The women got into a car which had plate that was forged.

Her husband quickly started the car and began to drive it away, it wasn't until a couple of meters away from the large compound, was a scream heard from the very compound.

The missing toys and the missing Heir had been discovered and by the time a search party was called they would be long gone.

Both she and her husband high fived each other, on a job well done, as they drove away richer.

Later in the evening when their car plate had been switched out and they had thrown off their disguises, her husband would later discover the face of a sleeping baby in the bag.

"Anno…" her husband said.

"yes, Toyama" His wife said.

"What's that?" Her husband said, pointing at the sleeping baby who curled himself in their bag.

"That's obviously a baby, Toyama" Anno said, rolling her eyes. "He's one of the Heirs, I stole him because stealing objects and steal people are actually two different things. Nobody can boast that they've stolen a rich and powerful future Heir and gotten away with it"

"..True" Her husband said, still looking at the baby who was clothed in fabric that he would never be able to afford in his lifetime and asked. "So what do we do with it? Give it to an orphanage? Sell it on the black market? Or sell it as a slave?" wondering how to make money out of the baby.

Anno scooped it up in her arms and said. "Isn't it obviously? We're obviously going to raise it. One day we'll tell him, when he starts questioning his own identity."

"And what about if he calls the police on us?" Toyama said.

"And do you think anyone would believe him if he told them who he truly is?" Anno said, rolling her eyes. "By the time he even learns to talk, the family would have gone through so many fakes with children who they say is one of their Heirs. For someone to take him seriously, they would have to perform a blood test and that's very unlikely to happen"

"That's true" Her husband said, so they were going to be parents, huh?

"So Toyama, sweetie. Go, buy baby diapers" Anno said.

"Huh?" The man said.

# Now (15 years later) #

"And that's how we stole you" Toyama Moscatelli said, smiling, fifteen years later, they had edited the real story so their son was still in the dark of which family he belonged to along with his true name.

"You see, you're not really our son" Anno Moscatelli said, smiling beside her husband. "To hide your identity, we've been dying your hair black every forth night and that's not your real eye colour either"

And Sabazio Moscatelli could only stare at the people he thought were his parents for the past fifteen years, dressed in his school uniform, he had come to a sudden realisation last week that he didn't look anything like his so called parents.

He had been shocked to find himself in a giant room when he was sure he drowned in the sea, 15 years back.

He first thought that someone had pulled him out before the waves could get him.

But nope.

He had died on that day, and woke up in a tiny body that couldn't even control its own bladder, he had screamed for a full ten minutes before he was drugged asleep.

Yes, he was drugged!

A small needle punctured his skin making him fall asleep and when he regained coconsciousness and realised what had been done to him, he promptly shut up and sat quietly, knowing the people around him were dangerous.

The following weeks that followed had confirmed his reaction, as his own parents shamelessly used him to steal things from rich and unexpected people who were caught up in his 'cuteness'.

He had prayed within a month, that someone would come and save him from his new and much crazier parents who would hand him over to child services to be taken care by kind and less abusive people.

As the years flow by, he was sure he was drugged a couple of times, especially in his sleep, at times he would feel so sleepy that he wouldn't wake up for a full day.

But being exposed to so many drugged and so frequently, meant that his body build some kind of immunity to them and slowly he began to become aware of small things happening while he was being drugged.

Like the fact that his father put eye contacts on him, once every three weeks or the fact that his own mother always washed his hair but now he realised she was actually dying it.

It popped a whole lot of questions in his mind, like why on earth were his own parents dying his hair and changing his eye colour, like they were trying to hide his identity.

And if so, what did he really look like without it all?

He had looked in the mirror one day and had noted, that he looked nothing like either of his parents, he either looked like one of his parent's ancestors or he had been adopted but if so, why hadn't his parents told him yet?

He summoned his courage and confronted both of them about his appearance, fully prepared to be drugged again, he didn't think he would get an actually answer out of both of them.

And that how he found that his whole life was a lie.

That the people who he thought were his parent, were actually his kidnappers.

They had stolen him from a rich and wealthy family.

But the question was.

Which family had they stolen him from?

The fact that he was kidnapped didn't really concern him, he was just glad that he wasn't related to these sociopaths and that his real parents could have been decent people, that didn't drug their own kids whenever they felt like it.

His impulse was to call the police, after all he was kidnapped but how the hell would he call them to report his own kidnapping when he was registered on the family register? And these people, had the skills to fake a blood test when asked.

As a result, nobody would believe him.

However, they would be both mad, if they thought he was going to give up that easily, one way or another he would will find out who his family was and how to attract their attention.

His eye sight suddenly became hazy.

He looked down at his right hand to find a familiar kind of needle and beside him was his smiling mother.

"Good night, son" she said.

She just-

His body flopped on the table as he darkness took over him.

In the darkness he vowed to get free.

#The next morning#

Sabazio Moscatelli felt like shit this morning, as he was finally allowed to regained coconsciousness and the morning sun shone down on him, a signal for a beautiful day.

But for him, it was the signal for another day in his own prison which was his life.

His scheme brain was on full throttle, one day he would will be free and find his real parents.

But for now, he would play the good son and get up and shower before he dressed into a fresh school uniform and went to the kitchen for food.

He hid his disgust well at the sight of his so called mother smiling as she served him pancakes which were thankfully not leased with anything and if it was, he had already built up immunity to it, long ago.

"Bye Sabazio" His 'father' said, reading the morning newspaper.

"Bye dad" Sabazio said, keeping the distaste out of his mouth, as he shut the door behind him and cycled all the way to school.

His school was just like any other public school; it was only big to the first years while it looked tiny to the older students.

He made it to class before the bell rang and sat down, he didn't even spare his partner in mischief a glance and the guy noticed.

"What's got you so hung up?" Athos Como said, the guy face was undoubtable handsome but the guy's personality needed work.

Sabazio looked up and said. "My life is a prison in disguise"

"Huh?" Athos said, but before he could demand for more information.

"Now, everyone, settle down and be quiet" The teacher said, looking their way with a suspicious glance before saying. "Now let's take the register"

And the day pretty much flow by, without him even noticing he spent time looking out of the window wondering what his life should have been like and what's his real name was.

It was very worrying to the class who were used to his pranks and mischief to brighten up their day.

Before anyone know it, the school day was over and they were about to be dismissed when the teacher said.

"Oh and class, make sure you remind your parents about the trip to Japan, we'll be going next week on Monday and will spend a month there, learning about the wonderful Japanese culture."

Sabazio had no idea of the Chaos to come.

And scene!

Next chapter, Sabazio is allowed to set foot in Japan and decides to earn some money, he and his best friend go into full blown mischief mode in a local shopping mall, his actions catches the eyes of certain people linked to the Hitachiin family. Review/ Fav and follow!