Author's Note: Here's the first chapter up and at it. If it seems like this is written by another person, my bad, I kinda have a habit of jumping writing-styles(and some say personality too but haven't checked that one yet :P) but only sometimes. Also, I'm sorry if I took too long; I had to get some things done 'cuz school's starting next week! Nya, I'm excited but also nervous...But anyhow, I'm writing the next one now. The chapters are kinda short, but that's just to get to know the story and all. Chapter three will be longer, you can hold me to that! Oops I'm ranting, huh? Okay, I should just start then. Sankyou to MuffinLove92 for correcting me though, I did mean to put Ala Rubra instead of Ala Alba. I hadn't noticed that one. Also thanks to anyone everyone bothering with this, it's real helpful to know people are reading. =^_^=

Disclaimer: I, Lil' Tenshi-chan, DO NOT own Negima or any of its characters. (Ko-chan and Setsu-chan aren't mine either. Nya, but if they were, they'd be an actual couple.) They respectively belong to Ken Akamatsu.

In the midst of the city, the townspeople were going along their days as usual. The afternoon sun was sitting up in the sky. The merchants' calls could be heard, competing with each other in their prices. The children could be found running about, causing their own brand of self-indulging mischief. Several adults were working in stores, restaurants, buying things for themselves and others, and some even just lounging about. Another regular day in this part of town, of course, but even the most casual day can be interrupted by some sort of disturbance.

As if on cue, a basket of fruit was knocked out of the hands of a mother shopping for her family. As the produce fell to the floor, the one responsible for the mess called back embarrassed for having knock the basket down in the first place, "Ah! Gomen nasai, Oba-san!" and continued to flee as the woman was rudely shoved slightly to the side by two men.

The one in question was about tall enough to reach the sink counter of a kitchen, but her physique was quite lean. Her clothes were torn enough to be considered rags, just a simple almost white shirt that reached close to her knees and a pair of shorts that looked like they'd been worn out from too much play, though that was certainly not the case. Her ebony black hair was tied up in a ponytail to the left of her head with bangs on the right side of her forehead. She wore tear-stained cheeks and her eyes were dark, but slightly frightened.

"Get back here, you damn little hanyo!" one called towards a young girl. He and the other man had been after this particular child since morning when she escaped. I suppose you'd think that two adults would be capable in capturing a mere child, but that's apparently not so.

She ran through the city, zigzagging past the crowds. She ran as fast as she could, though her small body could only handle so much, away from the two chasing her. Soon, she began to feel tired and managed to duck into an alley way. She hid behind some boxes that had been thrown away to catch her breath. The six-year old crouched down to peek around the corner of the rubbish, but was plucked up by the scruff of her shirt like she was one of those cardboard containers in the alley.

The one who'd caught her held her up to his face, grinning with a certain menace to it "Finally caught you, damn brat. We paid good money for you so quit makin' us so much trouble. Got it?" He was obviously trying to intimidate the girl, who just as obviously decided he wasn't any real threat and glared back after a minute of fussing. "Why you--" he was interrupted by the other man.

"Quit screwing around, Terry. We already got her so you don't gotta act sour just 'cause she got lucky earlier. This'll fix that." He took the girl from him and forced a red collar on her and dropped her to the floor. She fidgeted and tried to pull it off but her attempt failed. The guy smirked. "Here, try it out" He threw a small remote with only one button in the center of it to his partner Terry.

Catching the remote, he asked a bit confused. "The heck is this supposed to do, Aaron?"

Pointing at the girl, who at this point had scrambled to her feet and was quickly escaping the alley, he replied apathetically, "Why don't you find out." At that, Terry proceeded to face the remote towards the very small fugitive and pressed the button. At first, nothing but a hardly audible beep came from the collar. But then, a current of shock ran through the girl and she fell to the floor.

The men just laughed as she once again managed to her feet, but was brought down again by the simple push of that button. She got up once more and ran for it, eyes brimming with tears. And yet, it was nothing but fluke that she even managed to get a few feet away before collapsing to the floor from the collar's shocks. After a few more times, the girl stayed down. It's not that she wanted to, that she was brimming with joy of the thought of going back with them, but that the shocks had nearly stunned her miniscule body.

Terry proceeded to pick up the child but the collar and dangle her above the ground, "Hah, this thing's a riot. I could watch this brat fall to pieces all day." As he spoke, he rested the remote against her collar, ready to shock the poor kid.

"Enough of that already, a couple more and she'll be dead. Not that I care, I just want to get going already..." Aaron spoke and snatched the remote from his hand and put it into his inner jacket pocket. He then took the barely conscious girl and threw her over his shoulder and walked off out of the alley way. "We've got to get our little gift ready for the royals, remember?"

"Right right, I'm comin'." Terry replied, following after.