A/N ok this is my first fanfic so forgive me if it sucks but I have loved Zoro/Zolo sama since I read/watched him! I'm also a huge fan of one piece and if you have any questions at all please don't hesitate to ask :) ok now onto the story! No flames and only Oda-chan owns one piece.

I was walking down to the store in a hoodie jacket and sweat pants(my usual attire). I try not to let my face be seen because I knew that if I did the villagers would try to capture me.

You see, I'm not what people call "normal".

For starters I'm what you would call a freak. When I was three my baby brother was born and I, to be honest, hated the little things guts. But this wasn't a normal sibling rivalry. My parents always wanted a boy and were cruel towards me. That all got worse as soon as Takeo was born.

Before he was born my parents feed me enough to keep me alive, but barely. As soon as we got home with the new born child my parents told me that they couldn't have filth like me around him because they thought I would be a bad influence. So they locked me in my room and made a small doggie-door to slide my food through. When they did come in, it would be to whip or punch me for anything that went wrong, Enron if it was as small as a rainy day. Takeo was the only person in the world that truly cared about me, and would bring any left-over food to me. He would also sneak in my room when our parents weren't around and tried to talk to me and teach me how to read and write.

That same cycle lasted for ten years. But then one day my parents started screaming saying that a pirate ship was heading towards the island. I heard my door unlock and my ten year old brother run into the room I was kept in.

I knew my brother didn't want to hate me like my parents told him too, but he pretended to when my parents weren't around. He told me that he was going to run away with me because he couldn't stand to see our parents abuse me any more.

We ran into town and saw the pirate captain buggy the clown. My brother and I hid behind the bushes and watched as the pirate crew walked into the nearest bar.

We couldn't hear what was going on but we did see our parents, along with several other angry villagers go into the bar and tried to fight off buggy. They didn't stand a chance. The two of us watched helplessly as our parents were slaughtered in front of our mismatched eyes (my left eye was green, my right eye was blue and his left eye was blue while his right eye was green).

I could tell Takeo was sad but I didn't feel a thing as the blood of our parents showered the pirates in the bar. We sat there and waited for the pirates to leave the island but instead when the exited the bar they started walking towards our house.

I told Takeo we should make a run for it but he simply ran towards the pirates. He screamed in pain as the co-captain stabbed him mercilessly.

That all happened five years ago. Today was my eighteenth birthday and I didn't give a damn about it. The older I get the more I'm reminded about what happened the night of my fourteenth birthday.

The marines came to our village in search of the pirate captain buggy that walked through our town just a couple years before. The branch number was eight and I tried to stay away from them because the people in the village say they would do anything to get what they want, for their selfish reasons.

But of course with my luck I failed miserably and just so happened to run right into the commander of the branch.

He told me that he was experimenting a new kind of devil fruit and that I would be the perfect candidate to try the new substance. I told him no and was about to walk away, but I needle was injected into my arm and I blacked out.

When I woke up I was strapped onto a table with my hands and legs bonded in an empty room with medical equipment covering the walls. But most of the objects were used for torture. I'm not an idiot ok? I know the difference between a needle and a saw!

Some men in white lab coats walked in and told me that 374 people died because of the needle they were about to inject in me and told me it wouldn't hurt just make me pass out and not wake up.

Like hell it wouldn't hurt.

I was injected with the substance and screamed in pain as my skin literally started to boil. I screamed on the table for an hour before the pain finally stopped and I passed out.

When I awoke again I was back in my city in a dumpster on the street only a few blocks away from my house. My mind went blank for a moment before I realized what had happened. They probably thought I was dead and decided to get rid of the body. All I could think of was how I was abused all of my life. It didn't help when being kidnaped was added onto my long list of things to fuel my anger. I realized that something was off. I could hear things I knew I shouldn't be able to hear, like the voices of the villagers that seemed so far away. I also felt a stabbing pain in my butt. I turned around to see a wolfs tail. I reached my hands on top of my head in fear of more wolf-like body parts. My fear was acknowledged. I felt two animal ears on top of my head and almost screamed. I managed to stop myself realizing that I didn't need any more attention. It took me a second to collect my thoughts, and when I did I quietly got out of the dumpster and made my way towards my home. I remained in the shadows until I was sure that no one was looking and crept in.

And that's where my life turned for the worse I thought to myself wrapping up the flashbacks of the worst times of my life.

I pulled my hood even farther over my head to mask the pain and sorrow that lingered on my face as I continued to replay my brothers death in my head, unable to concentrate on anything else.

I got the food that I came for and went back to the forest where I have lived for two years, when I decided to burn down the house that I didn't need that only reminded me of the only person that would ever care about me.

I walked into the deepest part of the forest where my "bed" of leaves lay and plopped down. I started to ponder the question on rather I should leave the island or not as I drifted off in to a deep sleep.

In the morning an hour after I awoke I decided that I wasn't going to cry over spilled milk anymore. I was going to leave this island behind for good.

I snuck onto one of the supply boats and released the safety boat into the water. I made sure to pack clothes, food for at least a week, a journal, about three thousand beri, water and a nail file. I mean who else's claws grow three inches a week? I only want to hurt the people who deserve it. I left the island with two things in mind;

Leave the bad memories of my past behind and more importantly, revenge.

No matter what, I was going to get revenge on the pirate that do ruthlessly killed my one and only chance at a good life along with the only friend I had. My brother meant the world to me and not doing anything about his death is pathetic.

Three days later.

"Damn it's hot out here!" I said to myself, "If I just knew where the next island was..."

For the rest of the day I sat in silence and tried to tame my boredom.

Then, I saw land. Without a second thought I grabbed the ores and with all of my remaining strength I rowed towards the island. I noticed a pirate ship with a straw hat on it but I was to excited to care about it. I soon reached the big island and gathered up my belongings as I ran into the nearest restaurant.

A/N okie dokie so did ya like it? Don't worry more action comes later and there's gonna be some lemony goodness in later chappies! If you liked it I would really appreciate reviews. I also accept and take into account, constructive criticism as long as its not a full out flame. Bye for now!