Homeless ~Ereri

Chapter 1

(ALL WILL BE IN EREN'S POV UNLESS OTHERWISE STATED, K BYE.)

The town seems fairly busy today. It's busy days when I go out to get money. No I don't have a job, I pickpocket. Although I don't get much through pick pocketing, I get enough to keep me alive. Well, I can at least buy myself a bread roll and a small drink to last me each day. It's not much but it's the only thing keeping me from starving to death.

I made my way out to the overcrowded pedestrian crossing, there's no way I could be caught in this crowd. I reached my hands into a few pockets, trying to be quick and discrete so hopefully the person doesn't notice. But what does it matter if they do notice? They wont know it's me. I pull my hand out of today's second pocket after grabbing what felt like a few coins and a note. I make my way to the other side of the road and turn into a small corner to check what I have. When I open my hand, a few round objects roll off and fall into a nearby drain. Marbles. Who the fuck carries marbles around with them?

In my hand there is a few unfamiliar copper coins, a gold looking one and a useless piece of paper with a few scribbles on it. English money, great. This is going to get me nowhere. Pft, fucking tourists. Better luck next time I guess?

I dropped the coins and note on the ground and headed back into the  crowd. Infront of me walking there was a short, upper-class looking guy. I decided to follow him for a while to figure out the easiest way to enter his pockets. This guy sure looks like the kinda guy to have loose change on him, he seems fairly rich. However, short guys are often the hardest to get, you have to actually bend down. Especially this guy, he's tiny.

I examined the persons clothes for any signs of money in the pockets but I found myself rather attracted to this guys arse. The way it curves and- DAmmit Eren, don't lose focus! Okay, back to the pockets. I notice a small bulge lining the bottom of this mans jeans pocket however they were fairly tight. There's no way I could reach into there... I may have to do a runner. Slowly, I pick up my hand. I look around, there are many people here so I should just blend in easily, right? Going steady, I slipped my hand into the mans pocket and felt around (feeling a nice ass by the way), sure enough, there was money. I curled my fingers slightly, hoping to grab as much as possible. I had it. I closed my hand around the money and pulled it out. Letting out a breath that I didn't even know I was holding in, I tuned around and started to walk, holding the coins that I had just checked were real money.

Suddenly, I felt something soft but cold wrap around my wrist. It was a shock at first, I felt like my wrist was held my a dead person but it was so soft. I tried shaking it off, assuming it was someone who just brushed passed me while walking but the grip tightened. I turned around to see whoever had stopped me but I saw no one, am I imagining things?

"Ahem," I hear a cough coming from below. I look down and am greeted by a pair of stern, angry looking eyes. This person, they look scary yet how can a scary looking guy be so attractive? Also he's so short, it's kinda cute. It took me only a second to realize why the guy had grabbed my wrist, oh, it's the midget I just pick-pocketed.

While trying to act cool, I furrowed my eyebrows, giving the guy a confused look. At first I though the guy must've taken it and assumed he had the wrong guy because his grip loosened on my wrist. I was about to shake my hand away and turn but my wrist was grabbed again. I let out a yelp and nearly screamed as I felt myself being yanked to the side. Oh god, this small guy's fast but no too strong. I mean, I suppose if I could bother I could easily pull away and fight him but effort.

Before I could react to anything or at least take note of my surroundings, I was pushed into a corner.

"Give me the money back." The man said sternly. He held his hand out and his expression didn't change at all.

"What money?" I said bluntly while putting my hand around my back to slip the money into my own pocket. I may have a little faith that this could work but this man doesn't look like a fool.

"Why did you take it?" He asked, he glared at me while reaching into his coat pocket. He pulled out something clear, it sounded.. rubbery?

"I need it." I replied, not really caring that I just admitted to taking the money. I was more curious as to why this weird man had started putting latex gloves on. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"What, me?" He questioned. It's kinda creepy how his expression doesn't change but then again, it's highly attractive... "I'm teaching you a lesson. I just prefer not to get my hands dirty in the process."

I was about to question the guy again but instead I let out a pained groan as I was greeted by a fist to my cheek and a knee to my balls.