"Stop you little *sshole!", yelled a fat baker while running after a cloaked figure.

The figure, using it's size, dodged the bustling people along the underground city and come to a stop in a dark alleyway.

Panting the figure peeked behind a corner and released a sigh of relief as it saw the man walking away, waving angrily with his hand and shouting nonsense.

The figure opened it's cloak and took a loaf of bread from it's pouch and started tearing into the bread ravenously, so far gone into hunger, the figure didn't notice a shadow until the bread hit the ground whilst the small cloaked figure was whisked away.

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"So what's today's catch man?", a bearded man asked his accomplice sitting across from him.

"Got the best catch yet Brent", the accomplice boasted, leaning back into the chair and crossing his legs.

"Really Dante, what you got?", Brent, intrigued by his partner's confidence, leaned forward and rested his chin on his crossed fingers.

The man named Dante lit a cigar, took a drag, and slowly puffed smoke around himself, "Well I caught a real young one today, about 4 or 5 but a real looker she is."

"You sure she ain't no nobel or anythin'?", Brent asked a tinge of worry seeping into his voice, though his eyes spoke differently at the thought of having a new toy to play with.

"Pffft! Of course she ain't no nobel when I caught her stealin'.", Dante took another drag "Gotta have more fate in me, I've been doin' this for years since we were thrown in 'ere."

Brent muttered incoherently under his breath at his partners plight and gestured with his hand "Well show her to me."

"I ain't gonna drag her 'ere.", the man protested and propped his feet onto the table while gruffly stating, "She's in the back, go take a look."

Brent rolled his eyes at Dante's antics but stood up and walked to the backroom, opening the door, he saw a small cloaked figure on the ground, hands and legs tied.

'Tch, she can't be that good', Brent thought while walking towards the figure, standing over the small body, he ripped off the hood covering the face only to freeze in shock.

His eyes trailed from the girls long blood red hair over her almond shaped eyes, button nose, and pouted ruby red lips against her pale skin.

Further pulling off the cloak, confirmed his friends words that she was at least 4 or 5 years old, though being so young wasn't really a problem with the profession he was in.

Licking his lips at the girls unconscious figure, he grabbed a strand of her hair, brought it to his lips, and whispered hungrily, "You are certainly a prize."

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"Dante you are the man!", Brent slapped his friend hard on the back and sat back at his place, Dante smirked at his friend's approval and snuffed out his cigar.

"What do we do with her?", Dante leaned back and eyed his friend warily who was grinning maniacally.

Brent widened his grin even more and uttered the words that would send the girl to her cruel fate, "You and I both know what we'll use her for."

Dante grinned back at his friend and started laughing with his partner joining him, while the girl in the back was slowly waking up but would soon regret ever doing so.

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Hey reader!

Thak you for stumbling across this Attack On Titan fanfiction and I hope you will come to like it, though the updates won't be as frequent because I have another fanfiction that I need to update and edit but there will be times that I update this fanfiction more because I get often bored if I do one thing all the time.

Thank you for reading!

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