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Chapter 1

It was a day like any other for the green haired teenager: waking up; taking a shower; getting dressed; packing his bag; eating breakfast; realizing he's late; and hurrying to school. As usual, he woke up too late. He ran out of his apartment but stopped to look back when something caught his eye. All along the sidewalk a trail of blood splatters led right up to the neighbor's door. A new neighbor moved in last week and Zoro had not met the new person. Zoro had absolutely no idea what this neighbor would be like but the person that lived there came home late almost every night and the lights in the apartment were always shut off. Well, it's not like he cared anyways. Even if the neighbor turned out to be a dangerous criminal, he could probably defend himself pretty well. He knew his way around fighting quite well, after all. As far as he knew there was no one in school that could beat him in combat.

A sudden realization hit him as he realized that he only had 10 minutes left until school began. Zoro ran as fast as his legs could carry him and ended up arriving after the second period. He'd gotten lost three times. Sweat beaded on his forehead. Zoro looked through the class room. As expected, there was not a lot of change in the classroom. It was the first day of the second semester of Zoro's first year.

When he entered the room everyone looked up to see who had come this late, but they all lost interest since Zoro was late all the time. It was nothing special. As Zoro walked over to the only empty seat left in the room he noticed that one person was still staring at him.

She was a short busty person. She had short black hair and big obsidian eyes that radiated cheerfulness. The blouse she wore appeared to be a couple sizes too big and almost covered her entire skirt. Her tie was loose and the socks had fallen to her ankles.

He made eye contact for a couple seconds and felt like he was being pulled into her gaze. Her black eyes were like the darkness of the ocean. They were fascinating, gorgeous but something about it scared Zoro. He looked away and so did she, turning her attention back to the teacher.

Zoro sat down at his table, took whatever book he needed for this lesson and lost himself in thought.

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