Kiteria: Hey guys, it's me. Wanted to let you all know that I am rewriting Death's Little Songbird from the beginning. There will be some I leave the same, some additions, I might take things away. Who knows what this rewrite might do. I hope that when I post the first chapter that it will get as much love and attention as it did the first time I wrote it. I don't know when I'll post it, or when I'll be able to update it with everything that is going on right now. But when I do, I hope you all will give it a read.

Blue-green eyes hidden behind light brown hair scanned the crowd of people milling about the archipelago they were on, trying to find the best person to choose as their target. The brunette smirked when she found a rather plump man in expensive robes walking about, his change purse jingling as he walked. Two guards walked on either side of him, swords strapped to their waists and eyes scanning each face they passed for potential threats. If she had to guess, she would say he was some landlord or shop owner, not that it made any difference to her.

Standing up from her crouched position on top of one of the many buildings in Grove 23, she padded along the tiles on the roof before jumping down and landing lightly within the midst of people with only a soft thud as her bare feet touched the ground. She moved quickly, weaving in and out of the crowd while steadily moving in on her target. As someone called the plump man's attention, she pulled a dagger out of her belt, swiftly moved beside the man, cut the rope tying the change purse to his side, and disappeared within the shadows of an alleyway all before he even identified the person that had called his name. His guards and him none the wiser and she would be long gone before they noticed.

The pickpocket clamped the small pouch in her mouth before turning to the alleway to her left. Making quick mental calculations of the crates and boxes stacked on the ground, she scaled the walls of the alleyway, then hoisted herself onto the roof. Lowering herself down into a seated position, easily keeping her balance before opening her mouth and dropping the bag of money in the palm of her outstretched hand. Pouring it out, she counted it. 300,000 beli. A better haul than yesterday, but still nowhere near the amount she needed to pay off the debt she was left to deal with from her old pirate crew. At the thought of the people who had left her behind, the brunette's eyes narrowed and her hand clenched tightly around the bag of money she held.

'Traitorous bastards, the lot of them.'

Taking a deep breath to calm herself and an additional second to curse her ex-crew for the 300,000,000 beli bill she had been left to pay off she forced herself to focus on the present. There was nothing she could do about what had been done. The only upside was once she paid off the debt forced onto her, she would be free. The wind blowing her hair softly about her face, the brunette frowned as she saw the sun was slowly easing its way over the horizon. That meant she would only have a few more hours of daylight left before having to be back at the brothel. Jericho's orders. The mere thought of it made the girl's skin crawl, how her captain had just left her without a second thought like that after everything they'd been through together. Not only did it piss the brunette off to near maddening extremes, but it also made her feel betrayed and unwanted.

Smoothly getting to her feet and being sure the pouch of money was safely tucked away so as not to be lost the brunette was about to start the trek back to Grove 19 when she saw something out of the corner of her eye that made her freeze. She blinked a few times, trying to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her, and stared at the white polar bear in an orange jumpsuit standing in front of a variety of signs, looking completely lost. Now, the brown-haired girl had seen a lot of things in her time as a pirate, but never had she seen a polar bear in a jumpsuit. Curiosity getting the best of her and ignoring her mind screaming that she really didn't have time for this, she jumped down from the roof and landed a few feet away from the bear. She kept her distance and silently followed the creature as it waddled around. She saw it stop and try what she could only guess was talking to a few people, but they all ran upon seeing him start to speak. The brunette was honestly starting to feel rather bad for the bear after his sixth attempt of getting help and everyone screaming before running away from him. Each time the bear would bow its head and she swore she heard it say sorry before it moved on to try again. She couldn't bear to see him try again already knowing the outcome, so she approached slowly, hands raised.

"You lost, hun?"

She asked softly, not wanting to spook it and possibly deal with getting her face torn off. She saw it turn to stare at her in shock before looking down, an embarrassed look on its face.

"It's okay if you are, it happens to the best of us."

She chuckled reassuringly as she walked closer, dropping her hands when she realized she was in no danger from the creature.

"What's your name, hun? You can speak, right?"

The bear nodded and lifted its head to look at her.

"Bepo."

It replied in a surprisingly high pitched voice.

"Well, Bepo, my name's Katrina. If you tell me what it is you're tryin' to find, I can probably help you out."

Katrina offered with a warm smile, and noticed Bepo's body relax. She wasn't sure what he was trying to find or who, but the relief that seemed to be coming off of him in waves spoke volumes.

"I'm trying to find my captain. I was following him but..."

Bepo trailed off, embarrassed again and Katrina could only guess what had happened.

"Got distracted by everything goin' on?"

Katrina finished, and saw him nod. Those who had never been to the archipelago before were always distracted by the odd sights and shops. It was one of the reasons kidnapping and human trafficking was such an easy and profitable job.

"That's alright, hun, what's your captain look like?"

Bepo looked at her for a few seconds before pulling something out of his jumpsuit and holding it out in front of her.

Katrina blinked at the wanted poster held up for her to see. It proclaimed in large letters 'Trafalgar Law' and she guessed that he was the bear's captain. Taking in the man's furry hat, yellow and black hoodie, and the nodachi balanced on his shoulder, she nodded to Bepo to show him she had memorized the image plastered on the wanted poster.

"Wait here."

She told him before running the nearest building, and easily scaled it until she was standing on the roof. She didn't have to scan the crowd of people below her for long before she spotted the person she was looking for. To be honest, the canary-yellow-and-black hoodie was rather hard to miss. Carefully leaning over the side of the building to look at Bepo she offered him a reassuring smile.

"Found him!"

The bear looked up hopefully, and Katrina made a note of where the pirate captain was walking before dropping from the roof and landing lightly beside Bepo.

"Come on, we wouldn't want you to lose him again."

She said cheerfully, walking off with the bear right on her heels.

Katrina scanned the crowd of people once they got to the last place she had seen Bepo's captain, frowning slightly when she didn't spot the man until she saw him sitting on a crate by a fountain with his fingers laced together as he leaned forward on his knees. She could see numerous people in beige colored boiler suits standing around him and guessed that was the rest of his crew. She started slowing down the closer they got and hoped Bepo hadn't realized how uncomfortable she had become.

"There he is, Bepo."

Her companion immediately brightened up at the news and started walking towards him, but when Katrina didn't follow, he stopped and looked back at her with his head tilted questioningly.

"Wouldn't want to embarrass you by letting your crew know you got lost."

She answered his unspoken question, a small smile on her lips.

"I'll see you around, hun."

With that, she turned around and leapt onto a crate of fish, then grabbed onto the rim of a roof and hoisted herself up before continuing on, back to the brothel that was her prison for the foreseeable future.