Chapter 2 (1/2)
West blue, Ishiria island, roku town
As no name was walking down the full market he eyed the different street vendors with keen eyes, checking their age, height and if they seemed fit or not, after all it was easier to loose someone on a chase that was too fat to run. After a few minutes no name found his target. The man he had his eyes on was one of his favored targets. Not only was the man fat but he was an avid coniseur of the black markets slave trading, funtioning as a middle man, which only served to help no name make his decision quicker.
With no hesitation to his gait no name walked past the stall and as soon as the vendor turned towards a middle aged woman for a customer no name grabbed two pies from the stall and made a run for it. His quick actions earned him a side glance from the woman, which in turn made the fat vendor turn in his direction with realisation written all over his face.
”Oy brat, come back here!” the fat man yelled and dashed after no name, well more of a wheezing jog but you get the point.
After a minute of jogging the fat man stopped running and turned left and right, thinking of a way to finally get that brat since he remembered that this wasn't the first time the brat stole from him.
Turning to the left a menacing idea entered his mind.
'If it isn't the Rubbly brothers, what luck. They must be in town for the newest devilfruit shipments. Maybe I can persuade them to catch the brat for me.' With an evil grin on his face the fat man literally wobbled over to the two brothers who by now had seen him walking over to them.
”What do you want Charles?” the older looking brother asked the vendor with an obvious twitch to his right eyelid, since it wasn't the first time Charles came to them with some kind of demand or offer. But since it had always been profitable for them in the past the older brother swallowed down his annoyance and waited for Charles to finally catch his breath and spit out his need.
”Hehehe, good day to you too Jim. If you would lend me your ear for just a second I promise it won't be to your disadvantage if you do.”
”Alright, spit it out already, what do you want?”
”There is this ennoying brat that always steals from my stall and I want his head so I was thinking that if you two could bring him to me I could maybe forget to lock the door to the storage tonight so two fine gentlemen like yourselfs won't have to go hunting for some chemical entertainment tonight. What do you think, hmm?” Charles said with an allknowing grin to his face. After all, there is nothing more important to a junkie than his next shot.
”Fine, you got yourself a deal Charles. What does he look like?” Jim said with a slowly forming grin of anticipation on his face.
”He just ran past you two. He has dark grey, nearly black hair, deep blue eyes and is around 7 years old I think. Slightly ripped trousers and a grey shirt. Oh and two pies in his hands.” Charles grumbled the last information more to himself then to the two.