How about an author's note? This is not my first fanfiction. It is the first one I'm putting online.

In the likely event that Graverobber ends up getting his way, this is M for possible naughty scenarios in the future. ... and language, dead bodies, and Zydrate extracting. You know, the usual Repo fare.

Enjoy!

"Looks cold out," he said, his eyebrows jumping up and down, nodding pointedly to her chest. He stood next to her in the icy rain, waiting for traffic to clear.

Kid still wasn't wearing a bra. She looked at him, confused, and said, "Yeah, it's raining."

He chuckled and dipped his head to speak into her ear, breath hot on her neck. "You getting wet, kid?" he asked in a low rumble.

And, well... then she'd just looked up at him like an adorably pathetic drowned creature until he offered her his coat. It was huge on her, like a tent, and she pulled it over her head as he dragged her across the street, darting between cars because, fuck it, he wasn't waiting another minute. He had the Zydrate Support Network to crash.

No, it wasn't any fun to tease little Shilo. He didn't know if she even had a libido to speak of. In their brief acquaintance (what had it been, three days?) she'd consistently failed to notice his caresses... so it never went any further. And those tiny skirts she ran around in? Forget about it. That kid was hot and she didn't even know it.

Unfortunately for her, Graverobber wasn't the only one who'd noticed. It seemed like every straight male in the city wanted to get their hands on her. He wouldn't have to worry about it at the meeting. Probably.

"Wasn't this in an alley last time?" Shilo asked as they entered a building that looked a lot like a cafeteria. A tiny, sad cafeteria that served only coffee and donuts.

Addicts sat and stood around eating, brightly colored but strangely washed out. They all perked up when Graverobber entered their midst. He forgot about Shilo entirely, and she backed into a corner. Of course she was shy, but she had to learn to mingle sometime, so he couldn't go "rescuing her" from some perfectly harmless scalpel sluts.

A man with black and green hair panted and barked like a dog until he got shot in the neck; his tattooed girlfriend pulled him onto a table as he passed out, and when she got her dose in the forearm, she managed to stagger to her paramour and collapse beside him.

Graverobber helped himself to a donut while the sluts and addicts crowded around him. He waved them off and took a step toward the corner. Shilo was watching curiously. The blonde woman from Shilo's first time watching Zydrate in action cut between them. She was sober...-er than before.

"Hey, it's the kid. The one from TV." Hand on her hip, she looked the kid slowly up and down. "What've you got on under that tarp?"

Graverobber smirked, waited to see how the kid handled herself.

"Huh? Oh, this is- sorry, do you want this back?" Shilo mumbled, taking off the drenched coat and offering it to him. He took it and folded it over his arm. It was too wet to wear. Shilo looked like a cat out of the bath, and her microscopic black dress was clinging to her skin, showing off every girlish curve. He found something very interesting on the scalpel slut's outfit to stare at. Yeah, let's look at that.

The woman whistled. "Graverobber, you gotta do something about this girl. I'm not even a skirtchaser, and I want a bite of that."

Shilo's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

"She doesn't have any clothes," Graverobber said. He chuckled and corrected himself: "She doesn't have any age appropriate clothes."

"What's wrong with how I dress?" Shilo asked defensively.

Graverobber was trying to avert his leer, really, but she made it so difficult. He pushed through the junkies and looked her dead in the eyes as he simply stated, "Kid, as much as I love the view, your clothes don't fit. Look." He grabbed at her sleeve. It bunched tightly and looked uncomfortable. She gave him a fearful look and he threw his hands up, backing off.

"When's the last time you went shopping?" the woman drawled. She was making fuck-me eyes at Graverobber, who was having difficulties not making fuck-me eyes at Shilo. He fitted the Zydrate gun with another vial and beckoned the woman forward. She'd pay him later...

"Never. Dad brought me my clothes, whatever I asked for, but... that was years ago," she said. She had a far away look in her eyes that was absolutely depressing. He had to snap her out of it. The blonde Z addict was on her hands and knees; he quickly pushed her head back, shot the glow into her neck, and pushed her out of the way.

"I know just the place!" he said, dashing forward excitedly.