Hello everyone! I'm back with something new! I do intend for this to be a multi-chapter fic and I hope this AU is appealing to you all! Please enjoy this prologue and look forward to this series taking off very soon! This was inspired by freshia's fanfic called "In Hot Water," so please go read her story too! Thanks for reading!

Heavy droplets pounded against the pavement, rolling off the sides and into the streets. A thick light brown jacket turned into a black color with the raindrops falling from the sky, dousing it and the man who wore it. Quickly he ducked into an alley where people leaned against walls of nearby buildings, using plastic and other things as shields against mother nature. It was the fifth day of the week since it first started to rain in the middle of July, and a young teen had enough.

The man went along the alley hurriedly before ducking into a small nook on the outside of the building where a metal roof and cardboard walls kept a young girl hiding inside. He plopped down on the wet mattress, closing the plastic covering on the front of their lean-to. Water still slipped through the crevices of their makeshift home, and the green-eyed boy was done sitting in the rain.

"I'm tired of this, Mikasa!" He yelled out, crossing his arms over his chest in anger as he looked at his younger sister. She sat there, not moving a muscle. And she had a lot of them; well, that were visible and well-toned. She had on a small black top that was only big enough to cover her chest as well as black tight pants that barely covered her knees. She'd grown out of them for a few years now, but it was all she had, plus the red warm scarf she kept around her neck at all times.

"Calm down, Eren. We'll be fine." She reassured the stressed male, leaning to her right side to pull a loaf of bread from a plastic bag. "I won enough to buy us some bread. Have some." Mikasa held her brother's chin before stuffing the loaf into his mouth, partly to feed him and partly to get him to be quiet. It didn't work.

Eren took the loaf out of his mouth. "No, we're not fine! You're in the ring risking your life against those angry burly men and giving us enough money to eat a loaf of bread for a day, and I'm doing odd jobs that don't pay well at all! We need to do something!" He cried, taking a large bite off of the loaf in frustration. Swallowing it quickly, he then set it down in his lap before continuing. "I don't want you to fight anymore! I will get us out of this mess." He proclaimed before grabbing the bread and storming out of their home. He cursed as the water soaked him more, almost forgetting that it was raining outside.

The green eyed teen walked aimlessly through the brightly lit streets, not paying attention to where he was headed. He kept munching on the slightly stale bread, walking in an angry fit. Once he was finished, he stopped to absorb his surroundings. Bright and colorful neon signs flashed almost annoyingly, shining onto the streets. It was a much happier neighborhood than the one he lived it, but Eren didn't think he would want to live in a constantly happy place.

Wandering for a bit more, he noticed he was in the red-light district. Strippers and old horny men seemed to be the only people dotting the sidewalk, and Eren felt a bit out of place. He watched an exchange that happened right before his eyes. A tall blond woman wearing nothing but a thong, a tight top, and huge heels took a couple bills from an older man whose face was bright red and filled with content. A couple of thoughts about disgusting old men went through his mind until he noticed exactly how much the girl had.

Approaching her in a hurried rush, he grabbed her by the arm, looking at the green in her fist. She turned around a bit shocked and slapped the boy's hand away. Oh, she was a lot stronger than he thought.

"What are yo—"

Eren barely noticed that the voice coming from the scantily dressed woman actually belonged to that of a man.

"How much did you make just now?" His eyes were hard focused on the cash which she quickly slipped on the string of her…well, his thong. The cross dresser studied the boy a little, hoping he wasn't a thief.

"Um…400…kid are you okay?" His eyebrows were furrowed and sweat poured down his face. He looked determined…or constipated. He couldn't tell which. Eren then turned his ead to the building he came from. A man in a suit stood there, observing the situation with a cigar in his mouth. Walking right past the stripper, he went up to the man with a heavy gaze.

"You own this place, old man?"

"Yeah. Ya got a problem kiddo?"

Eren smirked.

"Let me work here." The man in the suit blinked, taking the cigar out of his mouth.

"Huh? Get out of here. We don't need kids working here."

"I'm not a kid, I'm 18! Let me work here!" Eren pleaded, grabbing the man's shirt and bringing him down to his eye level. His green hues were darkened, half with anger and half with excitement. After a bit of a stare down, the man sighed and plucked the boy off of his shirt.

"Fine. Come on in kid." The man brought him into the building and Eren couldn't help but be amazed. There were two dancers on the stage; one was a woman and the other was a man. They both wore long brunette wigs, thongs, and stilettos. The man was wearing gold nipple tassels and the woman was fully exposed. They were both taking multiple bills from the men in the audience. The clientele ranged from dirty fat old men to high rollers with money pouring out of their ears. A dark smirk spread across his face. He couldn't help but think about how much more well-off he and his sister would be if they had all of the money these pigs were throwing around.

Yeah, we'd be rich. Look at all of those green bills. Just one could give us a room in a hotel. Just think if I could take it all. Eren let out a chuckle. I'll fucking woo these assholes into giving me their money. I'm going to win them over.

"I'm going to win them all!"