A/N: Hey! Sorry it took a while to update, been hitting constant writer's block! LIt's the absolute worst! But something finally came to me! For this story at least. Anyways, there are gonna be characters in here that I totally made up! At least I'm pretty sure their totally made up, if you've heard of them or they sound familiar please tell me! Enjoy my lovelies!

Cravings

xxChapter 2xx

Jaque flew straight home after the showdown; if she was gonna spill her secret she would want it to be in her home.

"Jaquebots! Is there anything left?"

Three jaquebots hovered over to her. They looked at each other before two pushed the middle one forward. It tapped its claw like fingers together, looking down.

"N-no Mistress Jaque. Your personal food supply is empty."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! WELL FIND ME SOMETHING!"

She stormed off to the living room. Just as she sat down her phone started to ring. Frustrated she looked at the caller id. She blinked at it before she picked it up and answered.

"What?"

"Hello Miss Spicer." A digitally altered voice sounds on the other end. Jaque just rolled her eyes.

"Why are you calling?"

"It has come to my attention that one of our transactions was less than satisfactory."

"'Less than satisfying'? You said they would last for several weeks but I ran out on day three!"

"Allow me to make it up to you, Miss Spicer. You are after all our most prestigious client. Losing your business would be devastating. We just got a new shipment in and I would like it if you would come and have the first pick."

"…"

"I can understand your hesitation. I'll tell you what, if you come you can have three for the price of one."

"What about delivery?"

"No charge."

Jaque thought for a moment. It did seem like a good deal, and she really needed to stock up.

"The docks right?"

"Correct."

"Alright. I'll be there soon."

~*Time skip*~

A large shipping dock, filled with containers rests quietly in Shanghai. The only sounds are that of the ocean, and heavy machinery. A group of six men are gathered in front of an old, blue shipping container, guarded by two men, closest to the water. Two of them were clothed in designer suits and coats, adorned with multiple items of jewelry ranging from watches to rings to piercings.

The taller of the two was roughly 6'1" in height, of African descent, his blue eyes were covered by his orange sunglasses. His naturally bright orange hair was covered by a white and silver pinstriped fedora, matching his Armani three piece suit. On his wrist was a silver, diamond encrusted Rolex, a complement to his silver, diamond encrusted medallion that has the zodiac sign of the lion Leo. His ears had several diamond studded earrings pierced along with a silver piercing on his right eyebrow. He had a white, fox fur draped over his shoulders, having his hands clasped in front of him.

The smaller man was just under 5'9", Hispanic, with deep brown eyes. His black hair was slicked back and greased. His outfit consisted of a gold, pinstriped zoot suit, on his feet were black and white oxfords. He also had a gold pocket watch along with several gold rings on his fingers. When he smiles or scowls, his several golden teeth are shown. He has his trusty cane tipped with a gold eagle head in hands. The other four men were the body guards of the finer dressed two.

The Hispanic was growing irritable from waiting. His scowl showing off three of his gold crowns.

"Señors, I'm sure we can get started now."

One of the three guards spoke up. "Very sorry, but we have strict orders that Miss Spicer is the first one to look and choose."

"And just who is this Miss Spicer?" That man in silver was the one to ask. A different guard answered him.

"She's a very important client that got a bad sale. The boss is tryin' to make amends and promised her first dibs on this shipment along with a discount."

"What's so special of the señorita?"

The third guard finally spoke up. "Don't know and I honestly don't care. Boss man gave me an order and I'm following it."

By this time the group heard propellers whirring in the air. They all looked up to see a teenage girl in black heading towards them with a few robots trailing behind her. The third guard spoke again.

"Speak of the devil and she'll come."

"You mean to tell me we been waitin' all this time for a little girlie?"

"And just who are you calling a little girlie?" Jaque landed on the ground with a soft thud. She was currently glaring daggers at the man in silver. The third guard addressed her.

"Miss Spicer, it's good to see you once more."

The redhead looked over to the man and smiled. "Hey Erick! So can I see what all you got today?"

Erick nodded and motioned for the other two guards to open the container.

A/N: I know I'm mean for leaving it at a cliff hanger but blame the dreaded writer's block that is currently plaguing my brain! DX I hate this just as much as you do. I'll try to get out of this funk soon and update not only this story but my others as well! Later my lovelies!