It took a few minutes for Teito to compose himself. He looked around, remembering his desperate run from the angry bakery man and his climb onto the roof. He meant to wait half an hour but it seems he fell asleep and it's been a couple hours instead. Oh well. He rubbed his still full belly and stood. He walked around the roof looking for another way down. He found the door that led from the inside of the building, but it was locked. That left him no choice but to leave the way he came. By now the man was long gone. Hopefully. Most likely.

Teito yawned as he climbed back down the fire escape and the ladder. Slower this time, and more careful. He gently dropped onto the dumpster, barely making and sound. He walked back out of the dead end and paused. He was horribly lost. Might as well just choose a direction and stick to it. Teito shrugged and turned the opposite way he heard the burly man going last. He glanced at the darkening sky and frowned. It was really bad to be out at night. He found that out the hard way a few towns back. He was sixteen but he was so small he looked even younger. That led drunks, druggies, or larger men to pick on him. Beat him up, look for money, or try to take him somewhere and do things he didn't even dare to think about.

Teito quickened his pace through the alleys and kept walking straight. He finally found a main street when the sun dipped below the horizon. Shit. He didn't recognize where he was. He had no idea how to get back to the abandoned building. He randomly chose a direction, keeping his head down, hands in his pockets, and shoulders hunched. He stuck to the shadows, walking as quietly and quickly as he could. If only he could find a place with a lot of people, or maybe another abandoned building that was safe (which is highly unlikely). Teito wandered from street to street, watching shops close. For shops to close at sunset could only mean one thing: that he was in a bad neighborhood. Teito swallowed nervously and was constantly glancing around looking for danger. I have to get out of here. He tried to take a calming breath and failed. I have to leave. Now. His heart started beating faster and his feet caught up to the frantic beat. Like, now. No… Like hours ago.

"Hoho, look at this wee little lad." Teito froze in his tracks, his heart hammering. He glanced behind him to the deep voice. It was a group of three large men in dirty clothes and ratty beards. The one who spoke, the tallest had a long scar on his face, and was grinning maliciously at Teito, revealing rotting teeth. Shit. Druggies ? "You lost little boy?" The other two thugs laughed behind the leader, muttering "little boy" "little boy". Teito swallowed and shook his head, backing up slowly.

"Nope. I'm not lost." Scarface grinned even more and took a step forwards.

"Oh, really? How come I've never seen a pretty face like yours before?" Shitshitshitshi-

"I'm taking a shortcut someone mentioned to me." Teito backed up more, the leader and his thugs keeping pace step by step. Scarface chuckled.

"Well then, that someone must not like you much. Strangers aren't welcomed here." He cocked his head, looking at Teito slowly from head to toe with a lewd gaze. Teito shivered in disgust. Scarface noticed and chuckled, inching closer. "But since you happened to run across me, I'll kindly make a deal with you, and you won't find anything better." He licked his lips, picking up his pace. Teito shivered again and backed up faster.Shit. I am so in deep shit. Oh god. There was absolutely no way he would ever agree to this man's bargain. Or any bargain of any sort. He took a fortifying breath and looked Scarface in the eye.

"You can take your deal and shove it up your rotting ass." The thugs gasped and Scarface frowned, his face darkening.

"That was a horrible mistake pretty boy." His voice dropped a couple octaves, "I was going to make it pleasant for both of us, but now I am the one who will have all the fun." His eyes were dark, almost black and the look on his face close to animalistic. He reached into his jacket and before Teito could see what it was he whirled around and took off running for his life. Again. The second time that day. "Get the fuck back here you little bitch!" He heard footsteps of all three take off in pursuit. His own feet pounded beneath him as he darted down the street. I need to get out, I need to get somewhere with people…

"Fuck!" He gasped, his lungs burning and legs weakening. Without proper nutrition and the run earlier that day he was slowing fast. Scarface seemed to realize this and started laughing, getting closer and closer.

"You should give up now, boy! I've almost got youuuuu!" His taunting voice spurred Teito to push himself harder and harder. And that's when he heard it.

Vroooooooom.

A car or something was up ahead. It's my only chance, even if I wind up in deeper shit. He forced cold air down his burning lungs and screamed,

"HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!" Scarface and his thugs laughed manically behind him.

"No one's gonna help you! Not here!" Teito shuddered, his voice. It was so close. He couldn't help it. He looked behind him. The last thing he saw was a hand with chipped nails and covered in dirt reaching for him, inches away. Then everything went black.

Frau's POV

"Woohooooo!" Frau spurred the motorcycle to go even faster down the road, leaving his two companions behind. Ahh I love speed, the wind in my face…

"Frau! Don't go so fast, you can crash!" Frau just laughed and went faster.

"Don't worry, Glasses! No one walks the streets in this shitty neighborhood!" Castor sighed and glanced over to the man riding next to him.

"Labrador, do something…" Labrador smiled and shook his head.

"They say arrogant people and idiots like speed." Labrador said it loud enough for Frau to hear.

"Oi! What did you-"

"HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!" What the hell?! Frau slowed a bit and looked around, Castor and Labrador shared a concerned glance. Frau turned his head to see a small boy looking over his shoulder and three large men with hideous grins. Frau was on a collision course with the boy. What the-

To avoid hitting the boy, Frau swerved his motorcycle at the last second, clipping the kid in the process, and skidding across the pavement. Frau jumped from his ride to let it crash and burn, hitting the pavement hard and rolling a few feet. There were bunch of shouts and cursing. He groaned and sat up, holding his head and letting out some swearing himself. What the fuck…. I hope I didn't kill the stupid brat.

He looked up to see Castor and Labrador standing between the fallen boy and the three thugs. The one in front, with a scar on his face, held a knife and looked ready to fight the two. Frau sighed and stood up, sauntering over to his companions. He glanced down at the boy when he passed. Thank god he's breathing. He glared at the thugs, crossing his arms and towering over them. The leader glanced over and blanched when he saw Frau. Frau was tall with a large build and very muscular. At the moment he was wearing black leather and a black choker to complete his "badass" biker look and to purposefully annoy Castor.

"Is there a problem here?" Frau said in a low voice, intensifying his glare. The leader swallowed and hid his hands with the knife behind his back.

"Nope. No problem." Then he turned tail and ran, with two confused thugs following him. Castor sighed and Labrador turned around to help the kid.

"Aw man…" Frau whined. "Why'd they have to run…" He winced as Castor whacked the back of his head. "Ow! What the hell was that for, shitty glasses?!" Castor snorted and glared at him, his glasses winking.

"No fighting, Frau. You know the rules. And yet you seem determined to break them every chance you get." Castor turned and joined Labrador, giving him one more warning look. Frau grumbled and rubbed his head.Fucking doll freak. He turned and looked at the unconscious boy. The boy was dirty and his clothes torn and practically falling off his body. Frau frowned when he noticed bruises on part of his stomach that was exposed as well as along his face and neck. Frau knelt next to him, across from Labrador. The boy was breathing deeply.

"He's scraped up a bit on his hands, arms, and legs. And some bruises, but these look old." Labrador said as he lifted the kids shirt a bit. "Poor dear. Looks like he's been through a lot."

"He looks half starved." Castor pointed at the boys' ribs. Frau followed Castor's arm and let out a quiet hiss. The kids ribs were nearly poking through the skin. He felt anger burn begin to burn through his veins. Who on earth did this to the poor brat? Fucking bastards. Frau leaned forwards and scooped the boy in his arms, lifting him as easy as lifting a fucking pillow. Labrador shot him a confused look and Castor sighed, crossing his arms. "And what one earth do you think you're doing with the boy?" He asked looking at Frau from the corner of his eyes. Frau glared back.

"What the fuck do you think I'm doing?" He growled, turning and making his way to a parked motorcycle. His was destroyed beyond repair and still burning. "I'm taking him to the church." He set the boy on the motorcycle.

"And why do you think you can do that? Has he said he wanted to go?" Castor walked over to Frau. "You know we can't take someone against their will, Frau." This kid obviously needs help you idiot. Frau gritted his teeth and turned to Castor.

"One," He held up a finger, "He called out for help, and two," He held up his second finger, "I almost hit him and knocked him unconscious, and three," He held up the final finger, glaring for emphasis, "If we leave him what do you think those three bastards are going to do? You know that's more than enough reason to bring him back." Castor glanced at the boy behind Frau, an odd look in his eyes. Then he shook his head.

"Fine then." He conceded, "You and the boy go on one motorcycle and I'll ride with Labrador." Castor turned away from Frau's triumphant grin and went over to the remaining motorcycle, Labrador close behind. "And drive slow, Frau." Frau snorted.

"Of course, Glasses." I'm not that stupid. I have another person with me this time. Frau hopped on with the boy tight against his chest and started the motorcycle. It came on with a loud roar and he took off. Castor drove with Labrador behind him, arms around his waist. They fell behind Frau. Castor turned his head slightly towards Labrador and spoke quietly,

"Something is wrong with that boy. Something strange." Labrador nodded against his back.

"The moment he called for help his fate was entwined with ours." Castor stiffened. "He will set off a chain of colossal events, whether the outcome be good or bad depends on what happens while he is at the church. " Labrador quieted and a grim silence followed. "Keep a close eye on him Castor. But try not to interfere too much." Castor nodded and sped up his motorcycle with Frau's, taking one last glance and the unconscious boy.