Gundam Wing

Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing. I just borrowed some of the characters. Rated: NC-17

Ten Credits

"I'll give you ten now and twenty when it's weaned. I won't take it before then."

The old woman poked the bundle with one thin finger. It wriggled and mewled, the new born child inside already protesting it's hunger. One bright amethyst eye blinked out of an opening in the ragged covering.

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"A credit, Good Sir. Just one. The child is hungry. I'm an old woman and I can't feed my grandchild. For the love of god, for the child. Please." The practiced beggars whine slid easily through her wrinkled lips.

The old woman held out the thin baby cradled in her arms. It was thin, but not too thin. If she let it get really skinny the gag wouldn't work, the shills would know she wasn't feeding it. She took fairly good care of it. After all it was her livelihood, begging was how she got her money, luckily the child was small for its age so it was going to work longer than most.

The shill gave her two credits in pocket change, that made forty for the day, which was good. She wouldn't have to go out for several days and that meant that she wouldn't have to drug the child to keep him from trying to scramble all over her. It was annoying and put the shills off. A child that energetic couldn't be very hungry.

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The small boy tugged at the bundle of rags, brushing chestnut bangs from his eyes and called softly. 'Granny . . . Granny get up. The shills will . . . Granny?' realizing that 'granny' wasn't getting up again he just sat for a while, all big, bright eyes and trembling lips. Then he got to his feet, rummaged in the ragged clothing until he found the small pouch of money and, after scavenging in a nearby garbage can for edible 'leftovers', walked away to begin his life alone.

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Ok totaly weird and stuff. But you know how it is, the only way to get a plot monkey to go away is to write it.