Hello everyone! This is a story I thought of after reading some steamtalia~ Um. . The first chapter is kinda boring until the end, second chapter will be up pretty soon, but I'm starting Band camp for the next two weeks so it may be a while. ^^Plus school will be starting up. This is also my first story on this account. I had some Soul Eater fanfics on another account but I deleted it all. : / Sorrryyyyyyy. -

I Do Not own any of the characters or main appearances of these characters. The Idea is only mine. Enjoy~!

"Tinkers are considered tools to the world. They use their building ability to make things by the command of someone. They work in factories once caught and spend their whole lives there. hat happens when A certain Albino groups up with new friends to change this world order?"

Sand seemed to edge it's way through every crack it could find,as if someone controlled it's movements with ghostly hands through the large industrial city. People had abandoned the trash-filled streets and their small cart-shops to escape the sand. Already cracking and crumbling building seemed to have it worst with the storm, making people stayed huddled as close as possible or hide under what little furniture they had. The city of Pertili was another one of those corrupted cities'. Smog of the factory's all over the city kept the air thick of pollution, and dirt. It was a surprise people didn't die from it already. There was a total of four majorly large factories,and very many smaller ones across it, and the streets were always packed and crowded full of civilians that claimed this rat-hole of a city.

The sand storm was just another part of their daily life in the city of the desert. They had one at least once a week,so really, it was nothing new . . . Though even though everyone else had escaped the storm, one man hadn't been so lucky. He kept his head ducked low against the storm,despite the fact he wore a brown cloth tattered coat,the hood covering his head, and googles covering his eyes. He made sure to keep his mouth clamped shut ,so sand wouldn't fill his mouth and choke. He pushed his way against the storm,scowling mentally as sand particles stung his face when they hit, they were like little stones being thrown. He should have seen it coming. . the usual signs had been there. Large wisps of wind, the sun fairly low in the sky, animals in distress from outside of the polluted city. The man trudged on, glancing up every few seconds to see where he was going, but it wasn't too hard, he had this city mapped out in his head.

The man was Gilbert Beilschmidt. He was quite a . . .peculiar person with white hair and crimson red eyes that stood out against he pale complexion. He was an albino; easy to spot out in a crowd due to his hair color. It was like snow among the colors of brown,blonde, black etc. He was like a beacon, easy to recognize and remember with his cocky personality. He was quite muscular with an angular face and broad set shoulders. He wore a a long red scarf that was torn at both ends, the two excess parts behind him. a white tank top was with it with a sleeveless jacket that was the color of brown leather that had no zipper. It stopped just before his waist. The shirt was tucked into his matching pants that was held by a lighter leather brown belt. To go along wit his little. . matching outfit was matching long gauntlet leather had a watch over the right glove,which was his left. A small pouch that was connected to a shoulder strap contained nothing it it just yet.A black pair of old and rugged combat boots went with it that had 14 eyelet laced up that went to mid-calf. The googles was apart of his daily outfit as well as the cloak.

Gilbert slipped into an alleyway, trying to somehow escape the storm by going between two run-down buildings. God, why did he even choose this place to settle down in? It was a wreck, and his home wasn't even a house. It was just an old shop someone left to be destroyed. But, that was on the other side of town; He didn't have the time to go there, not with how bad the storm was. The storm barely reached her so Gilbert took the hood off along with his tinted goggles and looked around. Trash. Just trash everywhere.

"God. .. " He muttered,shaking his head and trudged through it all. Maybe he could find some spare parts though from old machines that were laying around. He pulled out some sort of coffee maker contraption and set it down as he sat down himself. He started to look at it curiously before taking it apart by breaking it. All types of metal parts came off, clattering to the cobblestone ground. The clatters was music to the mans' ears. He grinned and opened the small bag,starting to put the pieces into his bag quickly.

"OI, what are you doing? Scavenging in an alleyway during a storm.", a voice hissed from behind. Gil quickly scrambled to stand to see who it was. A broad man,taller then him. He had black hair that was tied into a pony tail and black gruff looking beard. From here,Gilbert could see he had dark brown eyes. Great. Just what he needed. Especially now. With a sigh he closed his eyes. "None of your concern. I'm just . . .looking." he tried to reason.

"For what exactly? Things to tinker with? You a tinkerer? " the man scoffed. "Pathetic. If you like to build,go build in a damn factory! That's where the tinkers belong!"

The beast paused. "Wait. . . .You look familiar. . . "

He slowly made small steps towards the albino who tried to back up in results, shuffling his feet back. The gruffy man gave an exasperated gasp and a low knowingly chuckle " My oh my. . Would you lookie here? the guy everyone has been lookin' for. Gilbert Beilschmidt the Albino, tinkering, thief. " His voice was low and menacing. Creepy almost.

Gil knew about he law. Of tinkers. Of thieves . anyone who tinkered was sent off to factories if caught, the factory owners used them to create the best of everything for everyday life, but signed their name on it, taking all the money. It was like any other business,but, the tinkers never got paid. No matter how much work or creativity you put into it, not a single coin is dropped into your palms.

Gilbert started to back up slightly, like hell he'd be sent off to some factory to be used! He did his work with

Meanwhile a thief. . well. . automatic death. You bring back the body, you get a damn reward. There was no fair justice here. Ever.

The other snickered and started to head towards him,developing a broken blade from somewhere. "Is the tinky-tinky scared? I would be too if I was about to be ganked by a big man like myself!" ,He cackled with a little bit too much pride, but froze as something whizzed past his ear, grazing it. He yowled and a hand flew up, he felt a bit of blood from the graze of the fast-paced bullet that had struck his ear. He froze once he saw that Gilbert had pulled out a bronze colored hand - gun. The crimson orbs of the albino were narrowed to slits as he hissed menacing words to his attacker, "Back off, Bub. I don't want any trouble. All I want is to come out here in peace with no problems. I suggest you do the same. " The man let out another booming laugh, one that would hurt someone's eardrums if it was thunder. "Oh right. Sure. I should just let my prize that I've been waiting for slip right outta my hands. You're a wanted man. You white - haired freak. " He went to stab Gilbert but only grunted as the shorter male kneed him in the gut then shifted to the side to dodge the blade that came his way. It ended up grazing his shoulder causing him to wince. Growling, Gil hit him in the back of the head with the butt of his gun to try to knock him out but failed, since he was distracted by a loud shout.

Suddenly another guy came hurtling out of the storm, screaming. "Martin! Lets go-." The second man paused as he saw the commotion and cursed, pulling out a blade of his own to help out Martin. Shit! Gil could take on one man but two?! Gil needed to make a run for it he realized. Or else he was dead meat. His attention drew back to this Martin guy as he lashed out an arm, and swiped Gilbert's feet from under him as he knocked the gun away when he fell. He came crashing to the ground with the air knocked out of him. Gil scrambled to sit up and grab his gun again but the second man that had shown up slammed a heavy boot onto his arm. Gilbert tried not to yelp out by biting his lip but didn't anyways. He moved his foot to his chest to hold him down.

Martin stood as he panted and gave out a breathless chuckle. "N-nice timing the franky, ol' boy. . "
Frank scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Yeah yeah whatever. Why are you attacking this wimp anyways? ?He ain't worth the time. " Frank was a light brown headed skinny, yet slightly toned body like Gil's. He wore googles so it was hard to see his eye color with the brown tinted lens.

Martin smirked. "But oh yes he is, Frank! This man here is the famous crook of a tinker, Gilbert!.If we turn this bastard in, we get our pockets full of gold! Tons 'n tons of gold! Dead or alive!", This made Frank grin brightly. "Just what we're looking for. . My, My the almighty God must be with us tonight!

But . .you know. . if we gie him to the factory. . . we could get shitloads more. You know. That big one just up yander" He started to laugh with a smug look.

Gil snarled. "N-no god would be with a couple of scums like you! Especially bandits!" he was cut short before he could finish by his face whipping to the to the side from the pack of a punch Martin gave his jaw. " Shut it, freak. You sure are the one to talk . . . .Frank, find something to gag him with, I'll knock this fucker out. "

Frank nodded and left Gil with Martin, who kept him down by kicking him once he tried to move. "You, my friend, are a lucky lucky man. You get to be with freaks like yourself! Aren't you just glad?", said Martin with a laugh. "Say nighty night! This'll be the last time you see any sky for the rest of your pathetic life!", and with that, Gil met the hands of darkness as Martin slammed the butt of his knife into his skull as hard as he could.

That's it for nooowww! Sorry for cliff hanger! But that was the only ending I could think of :/ _'
soo. . until next time!
-Illesine