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"What kind of 'help' would you be giving me, if by some miracle I say yes to you?" Alfred asked his arms folded across his chest, still eyeing Gilbert with suspicion. At this Gilbert stopped playing with the coin in his hand and pocketed it in his patched-up coat, but the grin still remained on his face.

"Just some protection, food, clothes, and a place to sleep," Gilbert replied, shoving his hand in his jean pockets. "All you have to give me in return for zis is your services."

Alfred raised his eyebrow and said, "What do you mean by 'services'?"

"Services that will allow you to keep your place to sleep and the food on your plate," Gilbert responded in a matter-of-fact tone. "In other words, high risked trading."

The young honey blonde then furrowed his brows and said, "You mean stealing?"

Gilbert shrugged and leaned up against the building. "It's how you survive out here on ze streets kid," he responded smirking slightly. "You take vhat you need to survive. Especially here in New York. I've learned zhat ze hard vay vhen barely five."

Alfred still didn't this guy for all he was worth. "How do I know you aren't sick creep?" he asked, still eyeing Gilbert with apprehension.

Gilbert frowned and sighed. "Look kid, I'm not some sick pedophile if zhat's vhat you zhinking," he said, very straight forward. "I'm fifteen, zhat's probably five years older zhan you are. And even if I did like you in zhat vay, vhich I don't, I vould vait until you'll vere legal to say all zhat shit."

Alfred relaxed a little but not fully. "So you swear that you'll help if I give you my 'services'?"

Gilbert smiled and raised his left hand and put his right hand over his heart. "I give you my vord zhat I vill help you kid," he pledged, grinning down at the blonde.

Alfred sighed in defeat and said, "Fine, but my name is Alfred. So stop calling me 'kid' okay?"

The albino teen put his hands up in surrender. "Okay okay fine," he said chuckling. "But you have to prove to me zhat you have ze skills zhat high risked trading requires." Gilbert grinned toothily at Alfred and extended a hand to him. "You game?"

Alfred eyed his hand as though it might bite him then sighed and took it, shaking it in agreement. "I'm game," he said.

Gilbert smiled and put hand on Alfred's shoulder. "Great, now ve have to find ze proper place to see vhat you're made of ki- I mean, Alfred," he said, steering Alfred out of the alleyway. "Come on I'll zhink of a place as ve're valking. Vhy don't you tell me if you have experience vhile ve're at it?"

Alfred thought as they passed multiple stores and apartment buildings as they walked, also noticing that they were earning weird glances from fellow pedestrians. Then he said, "Well, at the orphanage, when we were really hungry, I would still money out of Mr. Simmons pocket while he wasn't looks so I could get something to eat for us. Other time I would just steal food from stores. I wouldn't get caught though."

Gilbert smirked knowingly and said, "Pick-pocketter huh? Vell you can never have more zhan vune of zhose. Alright Alfred I've decided vhere I vant to train you." He added this as they stopped at an intersection waiting for the light to say 'walk'.

Alfred looked at him curiously as a multitude of cars rushed by them. "Where?" he asked as the light turned to 'walk'.

"Grand Central Station," Gilbert answered, as they walked with the crowd, briskly across the street.

A/N: There we are! ;w; Review please!

~Ellie~