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Okay, so I wanted to improve the first chapter of the story, so I updated this chapter with more stuff, and with 2 parts to the Prologue. PLEASE RE-READ THIS CHAPTER because I want to make this story a better one for you guys :D
And of course, I'm sorry for making you re-read it XD I couldn't think of any other way.. Once again, thank you to all those who reviewed, followed and favorited! (I love you guys! XD) Well, enough of my ramblings and enjoy this re-written chapter~ =w=
Prologue
~Zoro's POV~
My heart thumped loudly from the thrill of danger as I jumped easily from rooftop to rooftop. What was with these things now? I used to be able to have footholds everywhere, now it's just glass and chrome. The people around here must have no taste, I guess.
I could feel the sweat trickling down into my shirt, staining it a darker hue of white. The three swords hanging from my right hip made the smallest of noises as I moved. I took good care of them, after all. I was on a hunt. A hunt for a man with, I quote, "Golden locks and eyes the color of the summer ocean on a wintry day." What the hell did that even mean?
I knew I was almost there. I couldn't be lost because I had a GPS. I checked it and I realized that he should be in a room right in the next building. I stopped moving when I saw a man sleeping through his window. I saw shining blonde hair peeking out from covers. I knew it had to be him. I crept towards the window and peered in, observing his sleeping form.
The endless night stretched out below me, making me clueless as to how high this building was. A small shiver ran up my spine. Even though I wasn't afraid of heights, thinking about my guts splattered on the street wasn't exactly my favorite past time.
I focused on the task at hand and slowly slid the window off its hinges. These rich bastards should've known that staying on the 7th floor wasn't going to keep people like me away. I climbed in, making sure that the window didn't creak. I stepped in and felt the freezing air-conditioning cool down my heaty body, the sweat slowly disappearing. Just how wealthy were the people living in here? The air-conditioning alone should be worth a fortune… The room was pitch dark, save for the small strip of moonlight from the crack in the curtains.
I stood a distance from the bed, away from the window and in a dark corner of the room. I watched him until I knew every contour of his lean frame. He looked to have a slender build, but he could tell form years of experience that those lanky bones held lean muscle packed with power that could knock you out in seconds. He had a nice curve to his Adam's apple, and his shoulder blades weren't too shabby, if I had to say. He obviously had slim legs, which were sprawled over the bed under his sheets.
I could always tell a person's physical ability by looking at them. Even the slightest curve of their shoulders or neck made a huge difference when it came to strength. Though, people with powers were another story, for another day. This guy should be really good-looking, by standards. His features said so. Looking at his blonde hair, he probably side-parted it to cover his.. Left eye. He should be really good-looking.
I'm going to have a hell of a time sealing the deal with him. I smirked in the darkness that hid me from the man who I'd been waiting to meet for the past thirteen years.
~Sanji's POV~
I dreamt of my sweetheart, Nami-swan, as I lay in my wide bed. I dreamt of her shoulder-length, silky red locks and her beautiful chocolate eyes as I imagined myself noodle dancing towards her table and serving her a – strawberry? Blueberry? I couldn't recall – sundae.
I dreamt of being in the Baratie, the 7-star restaurant that the shitty old geezer owned, and having a heck of a time with Nami-swan. The old geezer was shouting at Patty and Carne to, "Oi! Get your asses moving! What are you, damn snails? Do you want me to serve you to the guests with salt?!" , as usual, the lady guests were complimenting me on my waiting (and cooking) skills, while I got to fill up hungry customers. I snuggled into the warmth of my comforter and loved the soft, gel pillow that enveloped my head in heaven.
All I could remember was that one moment I was noodle dancing for Nami-swan, and the next I was looking at a red-eyed man standing at the far corner of the room, staring me down with an unwavering gaze.
A man? In my room?! I stared at him blankly before the full force of what was happening hit me. My eye widened as I watched him, wondering how I hadn't been jolted out of my sleep earlier.
I have ultra-sensitive ears, don't I? When the hell did he sneak into this room? More importantly, how?! The window wasn't locked, but this was the freaking 7th floor! He had to have wings on his back to get up here! Not to mention that there's a lounge wedged between every floor in this building… That technically made me live on the 14th floor… Is this guy a ninja or something?!
Useless thoughts went through my head as I continued contemplating how this red-eyed man had gotten into his room. And why.
Chapter One
~Sanji's POV~
Ruby eyes were looking out at me from the darkness. They were cold and calculating, seemingly holding the answers to life itself. They watched me closely. I bet they could see the beading sweat on my face, hear my small, ragged, fear-ridden gasps escaping my lips every second. I bet they could feel the erratic thumping of my heart as I looked into the red eyes that mesmerized my very soul.
My blonde strands clung with sweat to my forehead, and my blue eye stared at the strange man who had entered my room (probably) not so long ago. He had a lean, muscled build that gave off a menacing and powerful prescence in the room. I could only see his appearance faintly with the soft glow cast by the midnight moon of the dark sky. He was wearing a form-fitting, white shirt, with black slacks and combat boots. Around his waist was a green haramaki, a Japanese belt of some sorts. Throwing shadows over his eyes was a black bandanna, tied firmly over his forehead, casting a dark appearance. I could make out three long shadows hanging from his right hip. They kinda looked like… Swords?! This man used swords? And why three? Were those even his to begin with? I took him in more closely. He had impressive features, ones that probably turned heads when he walked. Nice jawline, smooth, tanned skin, slim nose, sharp eyes, and… Green hair?!
What was this guy? Some sort of comedian ninja? I unconsciously began giggling at the red-eyed man, breaking his composure and earning a slight widening of the eyes from the strange man. I couldn't hold myself back and laughed full-out, letting the laughter wrack my body until couldn't breathe. I myself had no idea why I found his hair to be so fucking hilarious. The red eyes spoke to me from the darkness.
"Oi. Why are you laughing at me?" The moment I heard his voice my insides melted into jelly. It was so—Deep? Rich? No, that wasn't it… It was… Romantic. His voice was like water running over rocks, as smooth as cream. Not that I'd ever let him know that, though. A voice that was definitely not befitting of someone that looked like him.
I answered him by simply saying, "Because you have green hair, you marimo," I giggled and the man stiffened, probably with fury. I saw him vanish and suddenly above me, pinning me down onto my bed. "What do you mean by that, eh? You looking for a fight, swirly brows?" A vein popped in my head. "What do you people have against my eyebrows, ah?!" I yelled back at him.
He smirked down at me. He leaned down towards my ear and murmured, "What do you have against green hair then?" and I turned my face away, not having thought of such a comeback. I could feel myself blushing furiously at my stupidity.
My brain had to pick that exact moment to realize the closeness between our bodies. I mentally threatened my brain while trying to ignore the pounding of my heart. I could feel his waist brushing against mine, barely being held above by his arms. What the fuck was wrong with me today? I'm perfectly straight!
Before my brain could torment me further, the red-eyed man spoke, "Well, either way, you're going to be with me for quite awhile, so you'll have to get used to this green hair anyways. Now shut up and get off the damn bed, we're leaving." He released my wrists and gracefully climbed off the mattress.
Huh? "Leaving? What're you talking about? Who are you?" The swordsman looked over his shoulder, capturing me with those red eyes of his. "You're asking who I am? Haven't you heard of Ruby Heart?"
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