"A thousand zeni?" the girl looked wide-eyed at the man behind the counter of a small pawn shop. "You can't be serious!" she slammed her small fist on the counter, making it shake.

"I'm sorry, kid, I'm trying to be nice. It's not even worth half that," the man said calmly. She was a regular, coming in almost daily to try and sell old items. She looked about 15, short in stature, still having that innocent glow to her. He felt bad for her, always offering more than he should.

Her blue eyes, filled with shock just moments ago, faded quickly to pain. Her high posture slumped in defeat, knowing she couldn't fight the offer any further. "A thousand zeni," she accepted.

The man grabbed the old chain she brought in, placing it on a table behind him. He opened the register and handed her the zeni, "I don't mean to pry, but you come in often. Do your parents know what you do?" she looked at him with grey eyes, her mind sifting through different things to say.

She snatched the money and ran out of the store, almost bumping into someone on her way. She ran until she couldn't any longer, falling to the ground with tears in her eyes. Her short brown hair stuck to her cheeks as she cradled herself.

She sat there for about a minute, pushing all bad thoughts to the back of her mind. She had to stay strong or she'd never make it through this rough time. If ever given the chance.

She let out a heavy breath, standing up and fixing herself. She looked at the money in her hand and shoved it in her pocket. "A thousand zeni," she shook her head in disbelief. "What a rip off."

The air was cool, growing colder as the sun set. The faint moon was already in the sky, which was a dull blue. It was full tonight, one of her favorite sights. She often spoke to the moon, for it was her only friend. She could tell all her worries and fears without being judged.

"Thousand zeni, do you believe it?" she scoffed, walking through the dark woods to the abandon house she used to sleep in. "There's always tom-" she stopped at the sound of footsteps behind her. Turning, she saw two figures not too far in the distance. She quickened her pace, looking back every few steps until the figures were gone.

She continued on her path to the house, feeling a little anxious, making her perception of everything foggy.

"Hey little girl," she nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard a guy's voice to the right of her.

"Whatta you want?" she stood her ground for the moment.

"We want your money, that's all. Give it to us, and you can go back to whatever it was that you were doing," the other said with a smirk.

"And if I don't?" she glared back and forth at the guys. They weren't too much older than her, maybe 20-21. Average trouble makers.

"Then we'll just have to forcefully take it from you."

"Good luck with that," she took off like lightening, running into the overgrown areas of the woods. They were close behind, but she had no plans of stopping.

"Get over here!" one got hold of the hood of her jacket, pulling her back. She flailed her body, trying to get out of his grip. She got a punch in, angering the guy more.

"You little- hold her down!" he ordered the other guy. She waited patiently for the chance to slip away when the guy let go of her hood before the other could grab her. She darted away, eventually making it to an open field, where she saw a man sitting on a rock.

"Hey! hey, green man!" she yelled, hoping he wasn't just another bad guy. His eyes opened in frustration, observing the situation. He didn't rush to help, but instead watched as the two chased her. He slowly rose from his sitting position and snarled.

Her chest tightened and she couldn't run any longer, once again falling to the ground. She looked back and noticed no one was chasing her. "Uh- what?" she panted, grasping at her chest. The green man and two guys were gone, like they just disappeared from the face of the Earth.

She looked around more frantically, until her eyes stopped at the green man who appeared back at the rock. She stood up, still out of breath, and walked over to him. He wore a white turban and purple Gi with weighted gear that a white cape draped over. His shoes were kind of funny, but looked comfortable.

"Hey, guy. What happened?" she questioned.

"You should go," he suggested, his voice deep and emotionless. He stood up and began to walk away.

"You're one of those fighter people, aren't you? You have powers, right?" she followed behind him. "Y- you're...some kind of alien."

"Get lost, kid." It was clear that he didn't want to be bothered, but she was interested in him.

"But I didn't get to thank you. For helping me out," she smiled, walking to his side. He stopped abruptly, turning to face her. "I didn't do it to help you. They were messing with my peace, as you are now."

"Well, whatever the reason, you still helped me."

He continued to walk, leaving her standing there. She sighed, catching up again.

"Hey, can you show me some moves?" he ignored her further.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" she lightly jogged to catch up. "Hey, green man, I asked you a question." His lip curled, showing off his sharp teeth as he let out a low growl.

"You look annoyed, but with that teleport thing you could have just left me here. Are you lonely?" she really knew how to dig into someone's skin.

"I'm not lonel-" he stopped to look at her "kid- Don't you have somewhere to go? I'm busy."

"You didn't look busy when you were sitting by that rock," she mentioned. His face went from serious to face-palm in an instant. "I was training, working on focusing my energy."

She let out a small laugh, "last time I checked, that was called sleeping."

"Aren't your parents worried about you? It's almost dark." She looked down, biting the inside of her cheek. "Yeah, you're right.." she kicked the dirt under her feet and began walking away. "Sorry for bothering you, mister."