I've never actually written a fanfiction before, I always just dream about it and say I'll do it one day. Well the day is today, my passion cannot be contained!

He had bludgeoned a boy his age nearly to death when he felt the hands grab him from behind.

At 13 Hisoka was considered fairly frightening to the rest of the orphans that roamed the city where no one really existed. When you have to fight for your precious trash food, one had to develop a certain amount of fighting ability. However, some noticed that it wasn't necessarily the food Hisoka seemed to be after, but the people themselves.

Strong as he was he was still a normal child, apart from his bloodlust, and the five children that were now attacking him were at the least a challenge. All of them were so filthy it was impossible to tell who was a boy or a girl, and none of them spoke to each other enough to find out if the other identified as one or the other.

He'd managed to get free and kick the closest one to him in the groin. The kid quickly fell with a squeal of pain, too injured to muster a proper yell. Hisoka felt himself be shoved to the ground from behind, causing him to fall on his face. A hand laced through his orange hair, pulling him up then slamming his face back into the dirt. He tasted the blooding running down into his mouth from his nose, he smiled as his head was brought up once again, this time to be kicked in the face by another kid.

His head was brought up once more but this time he pulled out of their grip, a chunk of hair and a small amount of scalp was what the captor was rewarded with. Hisoka grabbed a piece of greenish glass that was in a trash pile beside them then shoved it into the leg of the child straddling him. The kid fell off him and Hisoka was up in a second, blood running down his morbidly amused face, glass in hand.

"Shit, run," one of them yelled in a shrill voice. The three still standing scattered.

Hisoka's smile grew as he looked down at the one he had stabbed in the leg. He brought his foot, covered in a sneaker with a hole in it, to stomp on his opponent's face. His foot never reached their skull as he felt a hard hit to the back of his head. His vision went blurry for a second and he fell to his knees, his hands holding where he was struck. When he started to turn to see what had happened, it hit him once more. Than it continued and continued. He wouldn't allow himself to pass out but he knew.

Hisoka knew this was surely the end to him. He'd always thought it'd be a little more glamerous of a fight, perhaps with a beautiful lady or a handsome man. Or someone who identified as neither. In any case the sexual tension surely would allow him to die happy.

Then it stopped. A woman yelled out something he could in no way focus on. Whatever the identity of the woman, she picked him up. He refused to pass out, forcing his eyes open. She had black hair to her shoulders and stared back at him with utter and complete disdain. He expected concern.

He still clutched the glass in his hand, bringing it up to her throat with more than one would expect from someone in his shape. She grabbed his hand before he could complete the action, sneered at him then broke it. The glass fell on his body, then crashed to the ground beneath them from the walking motion.

"Could you fucking not?" she asked before Hisoka blacked out.

Anna had known the kid would probably do something a little annoying when she came to intervene but something about a kid thinking in any way shape or form that they would best her really got her mad. She did him a service! She knew talent when she saw it and she intended to make this kid something great. Ungrateful, decidedly dumb useless kid, Anna thought to herself. For a moment she considered him throwing him back into a pile of trash.

She looked down at his face. They had broken his nose and his eyes were swollen to the size of baseballs. Anna's face softened. She found something very endearing about someone getting the shit beat out of them for the hell of it. Anna hummed oldies songs all the way until they arrived at her apartment.

By no means was the apartment luxurious in anyway. The building probably stood there for a hundred years, made completely out of mix match wood from all over the word. All different manners of trash built this building, as well as a good amount of stones. Anna had no idea how it stayed up, but she paid cheap rent and found creative ways to hide the stench.

Once inside her apartment she threw the boy on her bed. The apartment was studio so she didn't have to walk much farther with him. Anna wondered what to do with him first. She could wash him up a bit or go straight to first on his injuries. He most definitely had a concussion, both from the kids slamming his head into the ground and Anna knocking him out when he tried to kill her.

Then she noticed the smell emitting from the boy. Since she had been outside by the trash she didn't realize the putrid scent coming from him before.

Anna made a noise of disgust. "Bathing then," she choked out. She quickly picked him up off the bed with one hand, holding him as far away as possible. " Now I'll have to do laundry, bastard street rat!" She let out a frustrated yell and walked to him to the corner of the room that was separated from the rest by a curtain. She stripped him of his shirt, shoes and socks, leaving him in his shorts. The last thing she wanted was to be charged for child molestation or something.

She turned the water on and set him in the relatively large bathtub. She took every different soap she had and poured them in with him. Anna tried to remember how hard she hit him to try and get some kind of estimation when he'd wake up but she really had no idea. The smell hit her nose once more and she remembered the clothes the boy had. She picked them up off the ground where she left them then proceeded to throw them out a window. He'll just have to wear her clothes. She walked back into the bathroom and turned off the water.

Still not awake, she thought. She took a bottle of shampooed and poured it all over his hair. She lathered it for a second before realize what was in his hair.

Anna screamed louder than Hisoka had heard any woman scream before. Hisoka saw her as blur, the concussion still effecting his body. The scream had pulled him out of his half sleep

"You have lice! Omigawd I touched them," she practically sobbed. "Why didn't I foresee this waaaah. Don't move from that spot! I will be right back." Implying Hisoka had any ability to move what so ever. His head hurt so badly, he could feel his pulse pounding in it. Then he felt hand on his head. He heard a buzzing noise and watched as blurs of orange fell in front of his face, realizing his head was being shaved.

"Who are you?" hisoka managed to get out.

From behind him she said "My name is Anna and I'm going to be your new master. A trainer so to speak. You did something pretty special back in that little tumble you were in. I'm taking pity upon your poor little orphan soul and I'm going to show you what it was!" She sounded so cheery. He wanted to kill her. He vaguely remembered trying. Despite all the will power he had, he passed out again.