One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda
Scarlet belongs to me
-Chapter One-
Scarlet leaned back against the window still, the room was dark as nothing but silence filled her ears. Between her lips was a lit cigarette that left a dim glow as her tired green eyes shinned through the darkness and looked out into the front yard. A cool breeze was being blown in from the open window; as the wind blew by, taking the smoke coming from the cigarette with it. Removing the cigarette from in between her lips, she smashed it against the window still, putting it out before flicking it out the window and onto the grass, joining the other cigarette buds that she would have to clean up sometime. Running a hand through her blood red locks she pushed herself to stand.
Her feet were light as they walked against the wooden floor, heading to the bedroom door she slowly pulled it open. The sound of the door creaking echoed through the quiet house, the nineteen year old took no notice to the sound as she walked out into the hallway. Making her way downstairs, she didn't care if the stairs creaked and groan under her weight, it wasn't until she reached the living room did she stop and stare. The TV was had nothing but static on it, but it seemed that the sound had been muted leaving nothing but an eerie white glow casting onto the items in the room. The room was a mess as there where beer bottles and clothes spewed about, some bottles sitting upright other tipped over, dripping out whatever was left inside them.
Her green eyes looked around the room before landing on the two figures that lay passed out on the couch. A woman in her late thirties maybe even older or younger, she didn't care. Like Scarlet her hair was pure red but instead of being long it was cut short. The woman wore a white tank top that was stained with beer and a skirt that was rode up a little showing her pale things that were lightly bruised. Around her ankle was her underwear and on her foot rested a black heel that was barely hanging on while its partner was on the floor.
Her arm that was hanging off the couch had an empty bottle in its hand while her other hand was resting on her forehead, making her look dramatic though she was passed out drunk. Bite marks were on her neck; next to this woman was a strange man one with nothing but his boxers on. His hair was pitch black with hints of gray spewed about, one of his arms were draped over the couch while the other was wrapped around the woman. Drool was leaving his mouth and dripping down his lightly stubble chin, he too was passed out. Scarlet looked at the two, her face showing no emotions as she sighed and walked over, shaking the man awake.
He awoke with a start, seeming dazed and confused before looking over at the nineteen year old. "What?" He asked, before taking notice of his surroundings. "Oh" he mumbled, his speech slightly slurred as he got off the couch, being mindful to the passed out woman. Standing up Scarlet looked away as the man fixed himself, gathering his clothes that were spewed about and putting them back on. Fixing the jacket he wore he reached for the coffee table and picked up a ring, putting it on his ring finger.
Scarlet didn't say a word as she led the man to the front door and opened it, she watched as he cast a glance at her for a minute before leaving. After the red head closed the door, she locked it firmly, giving a slow sigh of content knowing that no problems had occurred this time. Walking back to the living room she stood as she looked at a picture that hung on the wall. It was of a woman, a man with his face crossed out, and a child. The woman was dressed up in a beautiful summertime dress and had on red lipsticks as a bright smile was on her face, her hair was bright red and her eyes a clear blue.
The man with his face marked out wore a nice suit, none of his facial features could be made out from the black ink that stained the area were his head was. The child had red hair and green eyes; a bright smile was on the little girl's lips as she wore a summertime dress like the woman. Scarlet brought a hand up hesitantly as she rested her finger tips on the broken glass that encased the picture. Shaking her head she made her way into the kitchen, sighing as she saw the broken bottles and food splattered everywhere. "Why does she always want to cook when drunk?" She asked herself as she looked at the tomato stains on the wall, leading to the smashed ones on the floor.
On the ceiling was dough that was dripping down in large clumps onto the counter, while on the floor was a broken glass container that was filled with flour. 'At least they didn't use a bag' the red head thought as she set to work on getting the kitchen clean.
-Hours Later-
The time on the stove read 5:00am by the time Scarlet finished cleaning. She sat in the middle of the newly clean kitchen, her pajamas were stained and her hair was spewed about, she looked about ready to pass out but knew she had to get ready for the day. Having a few classes today, pushing herself to stand, she stumbled out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the bathroom. After a quick shower and slight trouble getting to her room without passing out, Scarlet was now ready for the day, looking to her clock she saw she had time to spare, but would rather get their early. Gathering what she needed, she quickly headed downstairs and to the front door, not bothering to wake the woman that was still passed out on the couch.
Walking out into the cool morning breeze, she made her way to the bus stop and sat down. The only other people there was an elderly woman and a young man that appeared to be three years younger than her. Somewhere else in the town an alarm went off, sounding out through the apartment and waking its residents. There were a few tired groans and 'turn it off' sounded through the walls of the apartment. A tan hand reached out from the covers and to the alarm clock, tattoos littered the tan skin, as the words 'DEATH' spelled out across the person's fingers.
Reaching over, it turned the alarm clock off with ease as a male with raven locks and steel gray eyes sat up; there were bags under his eyes as he rubbed them. Standing up fully he was clad only in pajama bottoms, grabbing some clothes, the man walked out into the hallway and as he walked past three doors he knocked on each one before entering the bathroom. In the first room was a man that wore a white beater and boxers with penguins on them, strangely enough there was a hat on his head, shielding his eyes from the world as on the hat the words 'Penguin' was written out. In the next room was another man this one was also clad in a white beater and plain old boxers, his red hair was long enough that it covered his eyes and on his bed stand was a hat. And in the last room was a very tall slim male with pale skin and white hair, his eyes appeared to be black in color and sparkled as he wore only boxers with polar bears on them.
All the men exited their rooms, yawning and stretching as they held their clothes and got into a line as they waited for their fellow roommate to exit the bathroom. Once the raven haired male exited the restroom, fully clothed and ready for the day, he chuckling slightly as the boys then fought over who went next. Shaking his head he ruffled his still wet hair a little, sending a few drops of water flying as he walked into the kitchen of the apartment. Looking in the fridge he sighed as he didn't see much in there, closing the door he soon checked the cabinets, slightly recoiling in disgust as he saw a pack of bread tightly sealed to keep ants out of it in one of the cabinets.
"I see you found the bread, Law" the male with the hat that had 'Penguin' on it said, as he entered the kitchen, fully dressed.
"Why do we have this in the apartment again?" Law asked, as he closed the cabinet door and looked back at his friend.
"Because Shachi, Bepo, and I don't mind eating bread like you do" the man said, laughing a little.
"Penguin, Law, Shachi's taking forever in the bathroom!" The male with white hat whined as he came into the kitchen, still wearing only his polar bear boxers.
"Am not, I just got in here!" Shachi exclaimed, as Penguin sighed and patted the white haired male's head as he looked down.
"He'll be out soon" Penguin said, as the taller male nodded his head. Out of everyone in the apartment he was the tallest, even slightly taller than Law.
"But then I'll have to rush so we won't be late!" Bepo exclaimed.
"Calm down, we won't be late, besides we live near the college remember? We'll get there on time" Law said, as he bit into an apple that he had decided to have for breakfast. He had a relaxed demur that calmed the taller male a little. Bepo nodded his head and went back to the bathroom door to await his turn. Penguin sighed as he smiled and searched for something to eat. Law sat on one of the stools near the counter and leaned against it as his tired eyes looked at the wooden surface.
A smirk soon pulled at his lips as a feeling deep in his bones told him that something was going to happen today. "What are you smirking about?" Penguin asked.
"Nothing" Law said, as his gray orbs held a mischief look in them.
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