Hello again...

Two new stories in one night?! You guy are so freaking lucky, but hey hey (funny voice? no? ok). Sooooos I'm going into surgery to to get a tumor removed on Wednesday...so these next couple of weeks my laptop will be by best friend. Sos I've decided to add this story along with the next because I will be on bed rest until they say I can go back to work.

Let me know what ya think

PS: I don't own Snk

Summary: 6 year old Eren Jaeger was ripped away from his mother a couple of weeks shy of his 7th birthday. He is introduced to the life of prostitution at said age and slowly begins to forget the face of his family - his mother Carla, her fiancee Erwin, and his two kids Armin and Hanji. Carla is a young new detective of Homicide at Shinganshia P.D. After solving her 1st major case her home is invaded, her son ripped from her grasps and she becomes a victim. Upon discovering who ordered her murder, her and her fiancee begin an organization, The Scouts. To catch a criminal one must become a criminal. She never lost hope in finding her son and her and her family follow every lead on the boys were abouts. Will they be reunited? Will he still be the same joyous, energetic little boy she birth? Follow Carla's and Eren's journey through life as they go through the universe horrifying tests.

Warning: Prostitution, underage sex, drugs, abuse, blood, and the hard task of everyday life.

Rating M for Mature (see what I did there? Me neither)

Chapter 1

He awoke to the sound of his mother's painful cries. He wasn't sure if he should have stayed in his room or go down stairs and help his mother.

"No…..don't touch him…." He heard his mother shout as heavy foot falls beat against the newly installed hard wood floor. Being only six years old at the time, he hid under his cover, acting as if he was fast asleep. His bedroom door was kicked open and he jumped off his bed in fright. Before him were three men – one said man had his mother by her hair dragging her down the hall. Being the only 'man' in the house at the moment, he went to her rescue only to be blocked off the two of the three men. He couldn't see their face just hear their labored breaths. His mother might have been average height with a very thin frame, but she was a cop so she's very well trained in self-defense.

"Let her go," he shouted balling his fist, ready for a fight.

"We ain't here for ya' motha, twerp," laughed one of the men before him.

"We're on a schedule," and the other grabbed a fist full of the boys hair and began dragging him to the exit. He clawed at the kidnappers arm, the carpet of the hall way was starting to burn his bare feet as he was being dragged to the staircase.

"Momma," shouts the boy, but his cries are muffled by a rag laced with chloroform, rendering him unconscious as his mother's 'no, don't, and stop' begin to escalate in volume.

When he comes too, he can tell his in a basement somewhere, but he's no longer wearing his Toy Story pajamas but an over-sized t-shirt – his hands and feet bound. To say he was cold was an understatement – it was the last freeze Shinganshia was going to receive before spring like weather was to begin. Very little light enters the area, thanks to a small window behind his head.

"Help," he shouted over and over, but no one ever came.

"Shud up, ya lil' shit, we tryin'a sleep," groaned the say exact voice from last night. No face was given just the back of his head, black poorly groomed hair.

"I want to go home," snapped the boy.

"Well, too fuckin' bad," said another voice, "your 'rents don't want ya' anymore," they laughed.

He's not sure how long he lived in that dirty basement but as the days went on, he slowly began to believe his kidnappers words. But the skeleton key he kept around this neck on a leather strap, the only thing they didn't take away, had something engraved in German – that made him keep a small glimpse of hope.

My saint, My Eren

-Love Mom

But that hope faded away that day. The day he didn't just loose hope but who he was.

His chocolate color hair was now past his ears, a hair band keep his now clean locks from covering his face, they didn't let him wear any clothes that night. The only thing on him was the key he kept around his neck.

He was taken to a vacant room upstairs and chained to the bed by his wrist.

"Listen here, you lil' shit, don't fuck this up, or you'll 'gret it," he didn't want to know what they were talking about. He stayed like that for what seemed like hours. The bed sheet were itchy against he usually well taken care of skin, a spring of the mattress was digging into his small back, the cuffs we digging into this tiny wrists, and the walls looked yellow, it was just filthy. He waited patiently, unsure of what they had planned for him.

When that door opened, he was flipped to his stomach, and a grown ass man's hand were touching him where they shouldn't – he tried to get free. He received a few bruises, but nothing equaled the pain he felt when the man used his private area to rip this defenseless child, that's still considered a toddler to some, apart. That was the first night, since his abduction, that he cried. Once the deed was done, the man forced this traumatized boy to clean him off, with none other than him mouth. Once he deemed it to be clean enough, he threw a wade of cash at the boy.

Said boy laid on the old mattress, curled into the fetal positions – eyes wide in horror as he felt the same warm, thick, substance the man put in him, leak out.

"You did good, kid," smiled one of his abductors, "if you keep being a good lil' shit, we might let you go," and they laughed – the boy silently cried.

From that day forward, many different men, as well as his abductors, did this to the boy, and as the time went by, he stopped fighting. Thus, his young life went from motel room to motel room to city to city. Different men paid to relief stress by having their way on this defenseless child. Once they saw the search for this boy had gone cold, one of his abductors began to take him out shopping, and if the boy behaved, they'd have their 'before bed-time' fun. By this time the boy was already suffering of Stockholm syndrome.

Then they reached Mitras, the city that never sleeps. A city where prostitution, drug dealing, anything illegal in general, was done at all hours of the day. He was now 12 years old. He followed his 'family' into a rundown bar, across the street a cheap motel. Even though he was a lowly child prostitute, his captures mostly pimped him out to business men and everything was done at a decent looking hotel, not a dump. He didn't like it here, most of the men here looked like drunks, but he still followed them.

"Ah, I wasn't expecting you till tomorrow," laughed a bald man, wrinkles on his forehead and around his eyes, told the boy this man was old. Said man pats something on his lap, and just like that a 'pop' is heard. A reddish-brown haired girl, no older than himself, stands up and whipped her mouth with the back of her hand, she looked frightened but did her best to avoid eye contact with anyone. "What brings you here this early?" asked the bald man.

"We're short on cash and we thought, what the hell, we have him ready already," shrugged the abductor that never liked him.

"So this is Eren, you know who's boy?" asked the bald man, the three men nodded. "Well," Eren didn't like the sound of that 'well' or the look in this mans' eyes. "I'm Dot Pixis and I'll be your new 'Daddy'" he purred. Eren gulped.

He's not sure how long or how many times Dot Pixis fucked him that night, and in between sessions he was beat until he began to call Pixis 'Daddy'. Once the torture was over, his belonging were taken away, from that day forward he would belong to Pixis, no questions asked. He'd wear what Pixis ordered, do what Pixis ordered, if you do not comply, you will be beaten until he thinks you are sorry enough. His once clean hair was matted by blood and sweat and his second-hand clothes were torn and barely covered his bruised and scared body.

He followed a gray haired woman with glasses to an isolated area of the motel, limping the whole way there. "This will be your room," the lady opens the door and Eren sees 2 twin sized beds. "Jean?!" calls out this woman.

""Y-yes, Ms. Rico," stutters a taller boy, he had an undercut, the top was ash-blonde while the bottom a dark brown, long face, but had strong features, broad shoulders, thin yet masculine frame. Eren felt embarrassed and covered his exposed body.

"Jean, this will be your new roommate, Eren, Eren this is Jean," said the lady, Eren now knows is named Rico.

"Yes, Ms. Rico," says the boy, "but shouldn't she be bunking with a girl?"

EREN'S POV

I know I should have been offended that he thought I was a girl, but I'm not, I'm always being confused for a girl because I have feminine features – my hair is a little past my ears, I don't have a strong jaw like him, mine's soft, I have small shoulders, thin arms, a thin body in general, no muscle, and I wear eyeliner to enhance the color of my eyes, plus they forced me wear a waist trainer since I was a kid so I can keep a feminine waist and I'm small in both height and weight thanks to malnutrition – so I understand why he thought I was a girl.

"Eren's a boy, Jean" said this lady named Rico. I think she doesn't like me, but her family didn't love her like they didn't love me. She seemed cold hearted but I can tell she has a thing for that old bastard.

"Oh, okay," he shrugged and I entered the room. Rico left without saying a word and I awkwardly stood by the door, nervously glancing around the room.

"You look like hell, water's still warm, take a shower. I'll lend you some clothes until Pixi's provides you yours," orders this Jean fellow.

"Where do I sleep?" I asked politely, turning around to hide my blush as he lets his towel fall to the floor. I'm into men but I'm honestly not sure if it's because I've only ever been with a man or if I'm genuinely gay.

"Here," he points and begins to walk around naked. I couldn't resist not looking at his cock moved around as he walked or how it bounced as he fell back onto his bed. "What?" he asked as he crooked his head, my blush clearly evident on my face.

"Nothing," I blurted out. The blush that has called my cheeks their home for a moment spread out and covered my face.

He scuffed, "I don't care anyways, I don't like girly looking guys. Especially when they are as ugly as you," he glared at me.

"And who the hell said you were a panty dropper, hum?" I asked annoyed. "You ain't even that cute," and I walked over to the free bed. I honestly was tired, that old bastard had me bent over his damn desk, chain, and he ruined my favorite pants. I remove my shirt and unzipped my pants letting them pull at my ankles. I'm not embarrassed to be naked in front of someone, I actually prefer to be naked than wear clothes someone probably died in.

I quickly shower and grab the towel that was available, I dry my hair then quickly dry myself off. Since I have no clothes to be in, I'll have to be in the presence of Jean, naked. When I get back out, I notice that Jean's gone. I'm not going to lie, I couldn't stop staring at him. And since I'm so used to Max, John, and Stan having me pinned against the shower wall with my legs in the air and pounding me into oblivion for every shower, I had to at least try and recreate that. As I tried to imagine that my fingers were their thick cock, I found myself thinking of this Jean fellow doing it to me.

If I haven't made it obvious, I found him attractive and his dick looks so yummy...

I must have fallen asleep because when I wake up to the sound of Jean's voice, the lights are off.

"Hey, um, Eren?" I hear Jean's voice by my head.

"Huh?" I groan, trying my best to sound annoyed.

"Can I sleep with you tonight? I can't sleep," he tells me and I scooch over on my small bed. Somehow I knew what he wanted to do. I wouldn't have stopped him, you know. I'm kinds of not used to not having someones dick up my ass at all times of day. Sad I know.

"Yeah," good thing I'm already naked. I smile at myself when I feel the bed fall under his weight.

"Can I,"

"Yea," I cut him off, knowing wants to spoon me. He pulls me closer and I feel his erect cock between my abused cheeks. I bit my lip, stopping a whimper of approval from escaping my mouth.

"How old are you?" he softly asks me and gently nips my pierced ear as his hand ghosts over my own area. I'm dying for him to touch my most intimate area. My body has never felt like this before, sure I've been with other men but not once have they made me feel like this. This was something new.

"12, you?" I reply as I lean in closer to him, I boldly grind my ass on him, I smile in satisfaction when I hear his breath hitch. I bring my arm back and run it threw his clean hair, I turn my face towards him, seductively biting my lip.

"13," he answers.

I knew exactly how this worked. I've had many sexual partners. I turn over to where I'm facing him and use the tip of my tongue to lick his thin lips. Call me what ever name you want but this is what my life has been since I can remember - sex.

"Your parents didn't want you either?" I asked softly, cupping his face. His arm that is draped over my waist was gently caressing my plump little ass and I couldn't help but try and create friction between us by rubbing my own area against his.

"Yea," he breaths, "and todays my birthday too," I felt bad, at least for my birthday John and Max bought me a cake, against Stan's wishes, of course.

"Happy Birthday, Jean" and I kissed him gently. I had a strict 'No kissing rule' but I had to broke it, for some reason I felt he would be my only exception.

We didn't have sex that night, but we did become close – too close for our age.

The following morning that I awoke, Jean and I were a tangled mess. I felt protected in his arm. As gently as I possibly can, I try to break free, but his arms and legs tighten their hold on me.

"Jean, let go, I have to get dressed," I whine, 'oh yea, I don't have any clothes', I say to myself.

"It's Monday," he answers sleepily, "Pixis doesn't allow us out until he says the school day is over," he kisses the top of my head. I don't remember ever going to school, but Max showed me how to read, write, do math, and some science. I hope I see him soon, he's really sweet and was always gentle with me.

"I need to go to the bathroom," I softly say, "I have morning breath," I hide my face in his chest. He chuckled and I felt it vibrate throughout his chest. This was nice you know.

That whole day we stayed locked up in the room, thank God Ms. Rico came and dropped off some clothes for me but they were different then what I normally wear. She brought me both boy and girl clothes – jeans, t-shirts, booty shorts, tanks, you name it.

"So," began Ms. Rico in a cold tone, "as you have noticed you are not allowed underwear, but Master Pixis has granted you the use of only boxer briefs." She looked down at me with disgust plastered all over her face. "Once you start making money, you'll be allowed out on Sundays to buy your essentials, such as, toiletries, clothes, accessories, food,"

"The basics, basically," huffs Jean from his bed and received a dirty look from Ms. Rico.

"You must generate $1000.00 a week, anything under $1000.00, well," she suppresses her laughter, "you already know what will happen."

Stupid bitch was there in Pixis' office when he was fucking me. She was disgusted by the fact that I have male parts. Jean say that she hates the male population but she follows Pixis around because of her daddy complex.

"Will I be able to get my waist trainer back?" I asked her, trying my hardest not to roll my eyes at her tone.

"It's in that bag of clothes I just brought you," she bitched. "You have this week off, since you are new, but starting Saturday, you'll begin work" that said, she left.

"Finally," and I tore open the bag. The tags on the clothes weren't like the ones they put on second-hand clothes – they were brand new. I grab my trainer, the underwear, a white t-shirt, and some black jeans.

That day, I learned that the girl that was in Pixi's office was Sasha and she was new to this, so Pixis thought that if he personally trained her she'd be ready in no time. She was kidnapped recently. Then there was Annie, born into this life, her mother was Ms. Rico's missing older sister. Jean, was born France, his parents sold him to the highest bidder when they arrived to Mitras and he's been with Pixis ever since.

Later that day, when Pixis allowed us to roam about the streets, Jean, Sasha, and Annie took me down to the some drug store that's down the street. They showed me how to shoplift, we did pay for some stuff, like the makeup and drinks - Jean bought us that. Then the girls went to get their nails done, Jean paid for me to get a haircut.

I think I'll be okay with these three.

Once I was allowed to work, it's wasn't difficult to make the $1000.00 Pixis requires from us. Apparently guy like the innocent sexy look I supposedly have going on. Many of these guys paid more than what we have to charge for a quick fuck, and I was glad too, more money to bring home – so come time to give the baldy the money after every lay, we'd only give him what he requires of us. That was something I learned from another girl, much older than me. She said Pixis is a really cheap, from the thousands he makes from everyone he only gives us at most $300.00 as our weekly 'allowance, so whatever extra the client gives us goes to our pocket. I, personally, don't like this old geezer but we are staying at the hotel he owns, we use the light and water, so I'm sure he's charging us rent and shit.

I know I'm only 12, I shouldn't be having sex, well, anything I'm doing right now, but this is the only life I know. My family didn't want me, so why the hell should I be worried? Even though our relationship started with him sorta dry humping me that first night I spent in the room, he knows this is my job, and his job too, he understands that he isn't the only one that's going to be fucking me into some dirty old mattress every night. He doesn't mind because at the end of the night, our clients are satisfied and we have the hardest boners when we get home. Pixi's is glad too, he was seeing more money at the end of the day, and if you were lucky, he'd give you a day or two off.

I don't know, I think that with Jean, Sasha, and Annie by my side, I'll be okay here.

What do ya think? Let me know, please and thank you.

Besos