52Hi everyone. I was trapped in a car for four hours with my parents and I tell you strange things can happen with my mind in such situations. So, I started to think about how the PG rating of the show makes living on the street seem like something fun we could all just do. We know reality is not always as pretty. So here is a mini series of one shorts where we explore times where Ezra's upbringing on the street really shows and chocks a least one of the crew members. Rated T for the same reason. Also the chapters will be dropped from time to time when I feel like it, it won't be my primary writing activity. One last things, since harsh issues is dealt with then this is not the place to go for happy feelings and stuff.
Ezra and Sabine were walking in the capital city send out for getting food for the credits they earned on their last job. For Ezra this was wonderful to for once by the food instead of stealing, even though several of the shop owners glared at him with disgust and mistrust. Every time he was near a shop he had to talk to the shop owners, showing him there credits and promise to stay within view, he had tried to hide it from Sabine but she glared confused at him for every shop they entered.
"What is wrong with these people? Why does people look at us this way?" Sabine said confused at the third shop they went to.
"Not you miss, HIM" the shop owner said and glared hard at Ezra.
Ezra tried to prevent a sound of irritation slipping, he did not need another reminder of how unwanted he was. Sabine looked confused at Ezra.
"What has he done?" Sabine asked confused.
Why don't you ask the little thief there miss?" the shop owner growled.
"I shown you the money, promised to pay and keep within your eyesight at all time. What more do you want from me?" Ezra growled.
"I want you out of the shop, your filthy little street rat" the shop owner sneered.
"I may be a street rat by at least I have better manners than to throw insults at people" Ezra said and grinned mockingly.
"That is enough you filthy little rat, get out of here and never come back again" the shop owner yelled, and grabbed him by the colour and threw him out of the door.
Sabine by seeing how ill Ezra was treated, threw the fruit she had wanted to buy right at the owner, which ended splatting out in the face of the rude man. Sabine rushed after Ezra before the owner could yell at her too, and found him walking back towards the Ghost.
"Ezra what was that about?" Sabina asked confused.
Ezra looked at her with a stared that asked her if she was seriously. Confused by his reaction she just looked at him for an answer and Ezra for once did not flirt with her, but took her serious and just talked to her.
"Sabine when you live on the street stealing is your basic form of how to provide food. So, when you shop on the rare occasions that you have money, you don't get trusted. People expect you to steal from them again tomorrow, even though you might have money today" Ezra said and looked to the ground.
"But that is not fair, you do have money" Sabine said.
"Yes, but in there mind I will always be a filthy little street rat, stealing from them, and people don't like street rats" Ezra said not wanting to meet her eyes.
"You are not a street rat" Sabine protested.
"In their eyes, I am. Just looking at them can make them angry. Sabine people don't like street rats, they only look at them if they think they have a bounty on their head, or if they think you make problems. People is not shy of giving you a good smack on the head if they think you deserve it or just for good measure" Ezra concluded.
"But …" Sabine began.
"Sabine there is nothing to it, this is just how it is can we get home? We have most of the food anyway" Ezra said.
Sabine wanted to discuss it further, but she could tell that Ezra was not in the mood to discuss it further. As they walked away Sabine noticed how Ezra waked. Lightly, looking down and trying to avoid attention of any sort, just like one living on the streets would. For the first time it hit Sabine just how much Ezra must have been denied by the society, just because he did not have other options than to steal to survive.
A/N Okay I really hope you like this more realistic approach to the life on street. I take request if you have wish or ideas to explore aspects as the life of a street rat. Also this is a series of on shorts so no big action nor a coherent story – for the most part.
