sooooo this is my first fanfic...EVER...so yah sorry if it's bad

i don't own One Piece cuz if i did i would (beep...beep) and make (beep...beep...beep)

please please please be nice :3

-Topaz Eyed Bandit-

"Do you call?"

"Hell yah I call!"

"What about you uh Mister?"

The gamblers turned to a dark figure wearing a blue rimmed black beanie that covered the face with a few strands of silver hair. There was a few piercings along her ear and and wolf fang collar around her neck. Because of the jacket, they couldn't tell it was actually a female who grinned broadly at them revealing pointed canines.

"I call." She placed the cards down, revealing a royal flush. "I win again."

"Son of a bitch! You're cheating!"

The girl kept her smile, pulling all the money towards her way. "Why would I possibly want to cheat? I am a much better poker player than you lot."

Before she could take all the money away, a hand slammed down on the table stopping her. She looked up, her eyes calm. They were the color of dark gold with dark markings making it almost look like eyeliner and a red star tattoo under the right eye. There were a lot more people surrounding the table now. She was greatly outnumbered, yet she did not move. The one who slammed his fist down sat in the chair across from her, leaning close. Her sensitive nose picked up the scent of booze and cheap perfume of whores. It was quite repulsive.

"Listen kid, if you want to live any longer, you'll just hand over half of your winnings."

"I won fair and square. It's not my fault your boys can't play poker."

"Cheeky little bastard, ain't ya? This is my last warning. Hand over half of the money and we'll be on our way. Understand?"

No one saw the knife coming. The girl had stabbed the man's hand straight through, pinning him to the table. His howls of pain rang out through the bar and everyone tensed, but no one dared to interfere. She stood, gathering her money in her bag before it got bloody. The gamblers were desperately trying to pull the knife out with no luck. Everyone else stepped out of her way as she passed, but stopped before the door, turning towards the gamblers.

"I really enjoyed the game. You should came by again if you like. And you can keep the knife as a gift. See ya."

She walked out with a bow of her head and into the streets of the lawless spring island called Anchor's Point. People were throwing bottles, knives, and whatever else they could get their hands on. The girl casually walked down the street, dodging whatever object flew her way. She's been on this island for almost 3 months now after arriving from Water Seven and she does like the rowdiness of the place. That's really the only reason why she stayed and also because it's a safe place for her. She's always been around pirates and was raised by the world's most wanted man, Dragon, leader of the Revolutionary Army. She has already made a name for herself, mainly because of her affiliation with the Revolutionary Army and who her real father is. It doesn't bother her much and she doesn't advertise it. If everyone knew who she was, she wouldn't have anyone to play poker with.

"You didn't go easy on them did you, Ren?"

Noir Ren stopped, turning towards a young man a few years older than her 19 years of age, leaning against the side of a building. She took her beanie off and ran a hand through her short silver hair. Her bangs were longer that the back which stuck up like a boys. One odd thing about her hair besides it being silver, is on the right side was a black braid with two blue feathers tied in at the top. She pulled her beanie back on as the young man Delyon walked towards her, eying the bag clutched in her grasp and raised a brow. Ren looks up to Delyon as an older brother and was in a similar situation as her. His family was accidentally killed in a raid and Dragon took him in. She was about nine when she first meet him. She nursed him back to health and he became her family. When she left the Revolutionary Army at 17, Delyon went with her.

"You really are a scary person."

"I'll take that as a compliment, my dear brother."

"Don't flatter yourself."

Ren stuck her tongue out at him and walked off, heading towards the eastern side of town where a huge house stood at the end of the road. She won that in a game the day she arrived and the previous owners, nasty people, are still trying to get it back. Unfortunately for them, Ren is very dangerous with a knife or anything that has a blade and she has never missed her target. She's been training ever since her mother died 13 years ago, trying to better herself, trying to prove to the world that she's worthy. If she has to spill a little blood to do that, then she will. But there's a slight problem. Everyone wants her. It's not just the World Government. Bounty hunters, other pirates. Strangest of all, the ones that wants her the most is Dr. Vegapunk. She was one of his experiments that actually lived long enough to see the world. Though most of it, she's been running. There was a time when she was caught by the Marines and tortured. The gunshot wound on through her left shoulder still ached.

"I've been meaning to ask this, but what the hell are we going to do with all this money? I mean we've got plenty to travel the world several times possibly."

Ren shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe buy an island and call myself a god. Or maybe go back home."

"To the New World?"

The bandit stopped. It's the truth. Ren was born in the New World, but has very little memory of it. That's because her mother fled the New World when Ren was just six after the years of experiments. Not once did her mother ever tell her what happened or why she looks so different from other humans. A few months later, they were picked up by Dragon. Unfortunately, her mother had suddenly fallen ill and died, leaving Ren behind with almost nothing. Ren shook her head and kept walking.

"Probably not. I don't have a home anymore."

"What about your real dad's home?"

"Right. The whole world is going to follow me to wherever my father lives and annihilate the entire Noir family. Also, even though I look completely human, don't forget what I am!"

"Eh well speaking as a man, you are pretty hot for a weapon."

Ren punched him in the arm. Hard.

"Hey hey hey! I was being honest."

"Do not make me part of your fantasies."

"Like I'd ever."

The bandit huffed and walked into the empty house, greeted by the few servants there were. When she won the house, she had won everything in it, including the servants who have as much freedom as she does in the house. The steps of her combat boots echoed as she headed up the marble stairs towards one of the many master bedrooms. She took off her jacket and beanie, leaving her in a plain white tank top and her cargo pants which were tucked into her boots. Growing up around outlaws, she never cared for fancy feminine clothes. Most of the time they get bloody anyway.

It was quite the rare thing to have such a nice house in very good condition on such a rowdy island. The previous owners were rather rich and could afford to buy protection. But that all ended in a single game of poker against Ren.

"Um Master Noir?" The door creaked open and a young maid stepped in. "May I speak with you?"

"Sure. What's the matter Cinne?"

"Well, you've been very kind to us in short time you've been here. I was just wondering, are you going to stay?"

That was a good question. Ren's never really thought about it. But she made a promise to Dragon to go find the one he spoke of. She can't just sit here and expect to find him. Although she has a very good feeling she'll be meeting him soon from all the rumors she's heard.

"I'm not quite sure on how to answer that Cinne. Honestly, I really don't know."

"Oh I see. It was just a question. Excuse me."

The young maid bowed her head and left. After Ren had won the house, she let the servant's families stay in the mansion as well. Sure she may be a human that is driven by the scent of human blood and comes from a long line of assassins, but she believes that everyone deserves to be treated equally. No matter if you're human, giant, Fishman or some experiment. Although, humans tend to think they're better than everyone else and think they can use others to do their bidding. That's why Ren only trusts a small handful of humans.

The bandit stood from the bed and went into the bathroom that had a huge soaking tub. She stripped completely from the rest of her clothes and stood before a mirror, admiring her body. She's grown to be a bit of a narcissist. Her tan skin was flawless, except for a few scars from 13 years of training and the clan of Noir family symbol upon her right shoulder. It was a red wing black butterfly with white cross bones behind in and Noir printing in black lettering, one letter on each bone. There was also a white wolf tattoo with gleaming gold eyes covering her back. That's a reminder of what many use to call her. A pitiful excuse really.

Her body had been modified due to a Vegapunk experiment called the Animalis Project. She doesn't know exactly what it is. All she knows is that she was turned into a human weapon with animalistic qualities. She has an amazing amount of strength as well as speed. All of her senses are heighten a great amount. Her gaze traveled down to a set of three numbers, printed in black just below the hollow of her through.

"Project number 042 the She-Wolf."

"Island! Island! ISLAND!"

"Would you calm down?! It's not safe to go onto an island at night. We should wait until morning. Lower the anchor!"

"Right my dear!"

"You are such a dumbass."

"What was that?"

"You heard me or do I have to spell it out for you?"

"Knock it off! Lower the anchor now. We'll rest here until morning then go ashore. Understand?"

"Yes ma'am!"

soooo here be chapter 1

i hope it was okay and not too boring sorry if it's a bit complicated i'll explain in the future chapters

her last name Noir is French for black and her first name Ren is Japanese for water lily...black water lily

sounded kinda cool and i wanted a somewhat boyish name for her

ja ne minna!