One Piece is owned by Oda Eichiro, not me.
Treestar, DigitalDreamer, Wishing-for-a-Zoro-Plushie, and Clarrobell inspired me, so here you are XD
Chapter 1: Finding a stray
"This is just great." A man muttered grudgingly. He was a rather intimidating looking fellow. He had dark tanned skin, a muscular looking body, green-gray eyes, and not to mention the three katana strapped to his waste. Though oddly enough, he had light green sea foam hair. He was wearing a pair of black boots, black pants, and a heavy black winter coat. Probably because it was winter, and where he lived, winters and summers could be brutal. Right now he was on the way home from work, or, at least what he thought to be the way home just moments before. Then he realized he was heading even farther out of town then he was before he left his job of cutting down tree, boulders, and anything else for construction and what-not. He was just about to turn around and try remembering the way home when he stepped on something and it felt very strange. Solid yet squishy.
'The hell?' He spontaneous decided to investigate, being in an out-of-character non-grouchy mood for some reason. Maybe because Nami gave him grog money the other day? When he looked down, he saw nothing but snow, but being in a good mood, he bent down to brush some of the snow off, said action led to this; "What the hell!? A body!?" He yelled, pretty shocked.
A bit of panic ensuing was to be expected.
Quickly pulling whoever was stupid enough to wear sandals, red knee-length red shorts, a teal t-shirt, a straw hat, and some sort of pale purple-gray blanket thing worn like some make-shift cloak in below 60 degree weather.
'Kid's practically blue…' he thought, still a bit too shocked to use his voice. Once he got a good look at the smurf, he saw he was no more than 15 or so, had black short hair, a childish looking face, and a scar under his left eye. He also looked thin to the point of looking a bit unhealthy, "How long have you been out here?" He quietly asked the teen. Though he knew there would be no response, he couldn't help but feel like he was being ignored.
Putting his coat on him and picking the teen up bridal style, who he felt like referring to as smurf for the time being. He didn't know why, but he just felt like it.
'Damnit, how light can a person get?' He thought as he began to make him way home.
About half-way home, or so he hoped. He heard a small, weak groan, looking down; he saw the boy was trying to wake up.
"Oi, you okay?" he asked, but the boy seemed to barely register it. Opening his eyes, the first words out of the smurf's mouth were, "You hair is…green?" He half-stated, half-asked, not quite trusting his vision yet. Said green haired man felt like replying to that with a somewhat rude remark. Deciding against it, since he could get some booze later and the kid was practically half-dead. But then he looked down at eyes that made him stop in his tracks. They were… stunning, to say the least. At first glance they looked black. But if you looked at them like the man was doing now, you'd notice there were a variety of colours in there; blue, red, orange, pink, gray, green, and yellow. And it seemed as if all those colours were locked away in a dark, glassy cage. 'Unlike any eyes I've ever seen, that's for damn sure.' He thought to himself.
"-re we?"
"Huh?" The man replied intelligently, having snapped out of the hypnotizing allure the boys eyes seemed to have given off "Where are we?" He asked again.
"Uh, we're on one of the Everglade Islands…" The other said. 'Wonder why he wants to know that?'
"Everglades, huh? That's good." The teen said smiling before he slipped back into unconsciousness. But not before thoroughly confusing the green haired man first.
Here you have it, hope you enjoyed!