The dying light of the sun shone across the city, lighting up with beautiful hues of orange- the sky shining in a multi-colored rainbow. Sparse clouds floated across the sky, the sun's light reflecting off of them- making the scene look more ethereal.

A man exhaled softly, one eye closed against the glare of the sun reflecting off of the street signs, cars, and buildings. Breathing once again, he savored the clean air of the city. Making his way from the sidewalk of the highway, he entered the shade of the buildings. Continuing on a path he had walked several times before, he made his way to a store- From Dust Till Dawn.

Opening the door, making the bell above it ring, he called out, "I'm here Shopkeeper Thomas."

"Good, good! There's a list on the main counter of what I want you to do before closing up," Thomas, the owner of From Dust Till Dawn, called out from somewhere in the back.

The man moved into the counter box, and picked up a sheet of paper, "Still like doing thing the old-fashioned way, eh, Tom?"

Thomas, a balding and greying old man, came back out from the shelves behind the counter, "Oh shut up, you and I both know it's easier than opening up a document on these ol' things," he said, waving his hand at the hologram-cashier that he pulled up.

The man laughed, "Too true, too true." Focusing onto the list, he read it off, "Okay, so I need to take inventory of that, that, and those- restock that, and that."

"Oh! You can mark out green dust for inventory and restocking- I just did that," Tom said, looking over the man's shoulder.

Grabbing a pen, the man did just that. The older man set down a scroll on the counter, it was the one they used for inventory, "Here's the scroll- you know what to do."

"Yup, I'll close up at twelve, then head on home."

"Alright, I'll leave you to take care here, Silver." The Shopkeeper moved towards the door.

The man, Silver, replied waving, "Yup, I'll get them listed down and restocked before tomorrow."

"Oh, and before I forget, a new shipment of Dust came in today. We should have enough to stock up and more."

"Right. Good thing Dust doesn't expire, eh?" Silver replied.

Tom laughed, "Yup! Well I'll leave you to lock up."

"See ya, Thomas!" Silver called out.

Thomas closed the door, walking into the semi-busy streets. Sighing, Silver flicked open the scroll, looking at what Thomas already had put in there. "Alright, time to get to work," he muttered.

~Two hours later~

Hearing the doorbell ring, Silver called out, "I'll be with you in a moment!" He finished up counting the Blue Dust and, after putting the number in the list, he walked to the front, "Hello and welcome to From Dust Till Dawn, open from Dawn until Dusk- what can I do for you?"

Pausing to take in the gothic little girl with a red hood, he shrugged and moved into the counter area. Looking at her, he gave a gentle smile. The girl was rubbing the edge of her cloak between two fingers nervously, "D-do you know where the magazines are?"

Silver nodded, "Yup, they're in the back- we got the newest editions of The Truth, Hello, Ashes, and the newest issue of the Schnee weapons magazine came in today- Issue two-hundred twenty-eight."

The Gothic-styled clothed girl visibly perked up at this- spewing out a quick, "Thanks!" she nearly sped off towards the back.

Chuckling, Silver muttered under his breath, "Didn't think it was that close yet." Creasing his eyebrows, he searched his mind, "Then again, it has been two years since then." Shaking his head, he got back to work.

~Oh hey, another two hours of working- but that's part of a job you jobless idiots~

Hearing the doorbell ring for the second time that night, Silver called out, "I'll be with you in a moment!" Finishing up counting the specially made Dust mixing bowls- a thing he will never understand why they needed that- he walked up into the front counter, "Hello and welcome to From Dust Till Dawn, open from dawn until dusk- what can I help you with?"

Blinking at the gun barrel that was shoved in his face, he heard the well-dressed man speak, "Do you know how hard it is to find a Dust shop open this late?"

Ignoring the gun, Silver answered, "Pretty hard, sir. From Dust Till Dawn is the only Dust shop I know of that is open until twelve on this side of town."

"Hmm. . ." He motioned to one of the well-dressed goons, "I'll take the Dust you have here."

The goon he motioned to set down a box. "You sure? Not money, not Lien?"

"I'm sure." He motioned towards the other goons, they nodded and took a container from the box on the counter.

"Burn Crystals. Uncut," the goon who had set the box down commanded.

Sighing, Silver reached under the glass counter and grabbed the specified Dust crystals. He handed them over to the goon, who handed one to the leader and put the rest in another box.

Grabbing the forgotten scroll, Silver moved to put it away, when the well-dressed man spoke again, "What are you doing?"

"Working," Silver replied, setting the scroll down into its charger port, "Even during a robbery I'm still going to work. I need the money."

"Hmm. You're quite bold for someone who's being robbed."

"Yeah, I mostly don't care- that and little red riding hood over there."

"Little red what?" as soon as the man muttered the words, a goon came flying from the back of the store. The man looked at the goon on the floor, then at another goon who came up to him. With a befuddled look on his face, the well-dressed man motioned for the goon to find out what was happening.

Seconds later, the little girl in the red hood rode said goon out the window.

Still befuddled, the man walked over to the broken window, his goons rising up around him. Meanwhile, Silver was mourning his luck. Silver picked up his scroll, while the man's goons ran outside, him following them, and dialed Thomas.

Third ring in, Thomas picked up, "Huh? What is it, Silver?"

"Store's getting robbed. Roman Torchwick showed up- but it seemed like a young huntress-in-training showed up and is now currently beating up his goons." Thomas heard a thump come from the other side of the call, "Oop, and she just beat down the last one." An explosion. "Did she-? Nope, she's fine." A pause, "Yeah, I'm fine- talking to my boss right now. Aaand there she goes."

"Did they take anything?" Thomas asked, worried.

"Hmm, no. They were about to take off, but then little red hood decided to punch a man, then rode another through window. Sorry about that, by the way."

"It's fine, you said that they were about to take off with some?"

"Yeah- Roman Torchwick was holding a burn Dust crystal when red hood- the huntress in training- so I'm assuming that he took that." Thomas heard the sound of things moving, "Yeah- they only took off with that. Quite inept, if you ask me."

Thomas sighed in relief, "Good thing they were, though."

Silver nodded, "Yeah. Well, I guess I'll clean up here and probably call the police, if they're not already on their way."

Thomas yawned, "Well, I'm off to sleep if that's it."

"Wait, wait- you're just, leaving me with it?"

"Yeah, it seems that you've got everything covered there, by the sound of things. I trust you enough."

Silver gave a long-suffering sigh, "Fine. See ya tomorrow, Tom."

Tom gave something unintelligible through a yawn, then hung up. Silver ran a hand through his hair, sighing again. Moving to the store's main scroll, he dialed the police and gave his location and what had happened. Getting a confirmation that they were coming, Silver hung up and switched over to the world's equivalent to a spreadsheet.

"No matter what happens, work never stops," He muttered, looking through what he needed to take stock of.

Minutes later, the police arrived, and after they got the goons, evidence, and the hooded reaper, he finished up with the inventory and locked up.

Okay, so apparently my muse is annoying and is demanding that I post this. I must submit to its demands. Anyway- yeah. Things happened. Hope you like it. Review if you want. Like and Follow if you want. I don't care.

Additionally- this is not the story I was talking about in trash files, it's a completely different story from this- I only created this in a couple of days because I haven't found a story where the MC/OC/SI is trying to stay a civilian, no matter what.

Well, this outta be fun.

-FreohrWK