This is a fanfiction for Teruul's One Piece OC story, Race for One Piece. If you haven't read that, you should do it before reading this, otherwise this will make no sense ;)

"Shuusun-kun, this will appear on the exams, so please pay attention!"

The blonde student sighed, but didn't move apart from a slight roll of his shoulders. His eyes were focused on the sky outside the classroom, letting him dream of anything and everything other than the boredom this school's classes provided him with.

"Shuusun-kun!"

He growled as he tore his eyes away from the window to glare at the teacher, who flinched as if electrified. Loya-sensei had always been on the jumpy side, and it didn't help that this student delinquent had evil eyes and a temper to go along with those.

"S-so, like I was saying, umm... Ah yes, you'll arrive at the solution to this function by derivating this, and..."

Shuusun Roa didn't even bother trying to pay attention to the teacher's words. He had arrived to the class only ten minutes earlier - late again - taken a seat in the far back and instantly shut out everything around him to sink into a state of daydreaming. He wasn't even too sure why he was attending these classes as he had next to zero interest in passing them.

Another frustrated sigh gusted past his lips when the student next to him poked his shoulder. "What?" he growled and sent a sideways glance at Atalaya, one of the only students he could stand to be around in the entire Raftell University.

"Wanna ditch next period and head to the dojo?" she asked quietly, her hands locked behind her head. She seemed to share his boredom. "I'll be happy to kick your ass in the ring again."

One of her friends' family owned a large chain of companies, and Studio Atlas Dojo was extremely famous in Grand Line. It was located near the edge of West Blue district, only a few blocks from where Roa lived. He'd visited the place often, only recently learning that Atalaya trained there as well. They had quickly fallen into a pattern of sparring against each other every now and then.

"You didn't kick my ass," he snapped and crossed his arms as he leaned back in his chair. "You stumbled over your own feet and happened to headbut me in an already cracked rib - thanks for that, by the way - so we had to interrupt the spar."

"Sounds like an asskicking to me."

Roa huffed and leaned his forehead against the window next to his desk. He always sat in this seat; furthest back and closest to the window. He was often asked why he attended university when he didn't seem to care about it in the least. He'd scowl at the ones who'd asked the question and simply state, "Because I'd be bored lying at home.", and in reality, the truth wasn't far from that.

His grandmother had asked him to attend university. Lyra had said Roa's parents always wanted him to do it, so she sent him here. She'd even said she didn't care what grades he got at all, as long as he attended. And since he hadn't gotten anything else to do with his days, he'd agreed to her request.

So here I am, he thought and snorted, the sound startling the students in front of him. Gathering dust at the back of a classroom, barely even aware of what's going on around me. He shook his head and reached inside his pocket, fished up his earphones and stuck them into his ears. He switched the music on from his phone and hummed in content as one of his favorite songs started playing, taking him even further away from reality.

Roa never went anywhere during lunch break. He stayed in the classroom, munching on whatever food he'd brought along for the day, the music in his ears blocking out every sound the other students made.

He arched an eyebrow when someone grabbed hold of the chair from the desk in front of him and turned it around so it would face him. A girl with dark green hair and yellow eyes plopped down into the seat and offered him a dazzling smile. Roa's only response was a nod. He didn't even bother taking out his earphones as he knew the girl wouldn't speak.

He and Fell had gone to the same school since fifth grade. Not once, during all these years, had Roa heard her speak. She'd said nothing when introduced to the class, she never answered the teachers' questions, and of course, it lead to severe bullying. Roa had watched from afar at first, but quickly decided to beat the crap out of one guy from the eight grade who had made fun of her hair.

Since then, Fell had followed him everywhere. She still never said a word, but Roa still understood everything she might've wanted to say. He considered her as a younger sister, so he accepted her company. He actually preferred the silence instead of if she'd been chattering non-stop.

A shade of irritation flashed over Fell's face as she focused her eyes on something behind Roa, and before he could question the expression, one of his earplugs were pulled out.

"Roa, I thought you had an... appointment this lunch?"

Somewhat surprised, he titled his head back to look up at Ruule, a guy he knew through Atalaya. He was one of the most clueless people Roa knew, with an ability to completely overlook the mood of the atmosphere. He could say anything at any time, somehow never seeming to be affected by others' words or actions.

The appointment he was referring to was another challenger. Roa was slightly unsure when it had all started, but only a few days after entering Raftel High, he'd gotten a reputation as a delinquent, and several others with similar reputations always sought him out with the hope to defeat him in a fistfight and take his reputation for themselves.

So far, the blonde demon had gone undefeated.

"Was that today?" Roa sighed as he stood up and headed for the door, noticing several faces had turned in his direction. "See you later, Ruule, Fell," he said and raised his right hand in a lazy goodbye gesture as he left the class.

Less then ten minutes later, Roa was making his way back towards the classroom. A few fresh bruises on his knuckles were the only signs of what he had just done. The fight had been quick, with some guy named Foxy who had decided to rely on his luck and challenge him, resulting in a devastating loss for the dark-haired student.

Roa had been trained in martial arts since the age of four. Apparently it was tradition in the Shuusun family to be adept in fighting, so when his turn had come, he'd found it an excellent way to blow off some steam every now and then. However, lately, he seemed to get into more and more fights. It wasn't like he sought them out, they sought him out. People he'd never seen before would show up out of nowhere and demand a fight. He silently wondered if he'd accidentally beat up a gang member or something.

"Oi, Roa!"

He exclaimed as an arm locked around his neck and tugged him forward. "Let go, Atalaya," he growled and tried to struggle free, but she only tightened her grip, a toothy grin on her lips.

"No way," she said and dragged him towards their classroom. "I won't release you until you agree to come to a karaoke party with me and some friends later today. You always refuse, so I'm gonna use force to get you along this time!"

"What party?"

"Dunno, really. This guy from class C, Luffy, invited me along and said I could bring my friends as well." Atalaya casually threw the door to their classroom open and pulled Roa inside, ignoring the shocked looks that instantly turned to them. "C'mon, say yes or you'll stay in this position for the rest of the day!" she chortled and used her free hand to tug at his long braid.

"That hurts, dammit!" Roa growled and struggled for a few more seconds before finally admitting defeat. "Fine, I'll come with you, just let me go, okay?"

Atalaya instantly released him and released a short laugh of triumph. "Awesome," she said and plopped down in her seat. "See, I wanted to bring a lot of people, and since Kitsune refused, I thought I'd finally reel you in."

"Kitsune?"

"Over there." Atalaya nodded towards the front of the class, where a guy with silver hair sat alone, a wide smirk on his lips as he spoke soundlessly into what looked like an expensive phone.

"Ahh, fox face," Roa said and tilted his head to the side as he observed the man. He had only exchanged a few words with him during their time together in school, and it had been more of a formal introduction than chit-chat. The man had always appeared slightly creepy in Roa's eyes, and for that, he'd kept his distance. Of course, he kept his distance from everybody.

Kitsune suddenly ended his call, and his smirk widened when he noticed Roa's stare. He offered the blonde a curt nod of the head before turning away, and somehow, that small gesture send cold shivers down Roa's spine. Creepy, he thought and sighed.

"Alright, let's get going!"

Roa flinched at the loud voice of the black-haired boy with the straw hat. "How can that volume erupt from such a small kid?" he muttered, rolling his shoulders as Atalaya chuckled next to him.

"Luffy's got a childish personality, but he's a great guy," she said and nudged him in the back to get him to move. "Come on, we're falling behind!"

It was a huge group moving towards the popular karaoke joint, Atlas Stages. Luffy alone had brought six of his friends, and what must've been his brother had an entire brigade of people following him. Fell and Ruule had also tagged along, and the corners of Roa's lips curled upwards as he tried to imagine Fell singing along to a karaoke.

"You're a really slow walker, you know."

He couldn't help but chuckle at Atalaya's accusing tone. "You don't have to wait for me," he said and nodded towards the rowdy crowd. "I'll catch up with you."

"Nah, I'm staying with you, slowpoke," Atalaya grinned. "I'll just go tell Luffy we'll be a little late."

She dashed forward, leaving Roa alone to curse at his bad luck. He hated loud noise and cramped spaces, so going to a karaoke joint was probably the worst idea for him. He tilted his head back to inhale the cool evening air, enjoying the silence while it lasted.

A sudden noise from an alley on the other side of the street stole his attention. He focused his eyes on the dark space, sucking on his teeth when he saw a group of heavy men dressed in dark clothes. Roa stopped walking to observe the men for a few seconds, and just as he was about to resume walking, he heard someone cry out, a voice that definitely didn't belong to one of the grown men.

Roa turned his attention back to the alley, and every single cell in his body froze when he saw a young man with dark blue hair, kneeling on the ground in the middle of the group of men. His arms were raised to shield his face, but they were of little assistance when one of the men fisted his hair and pulled his head back. The left side of the young man's face was completely covered with bruises and he was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, but despite his state, he was still wearing a feral scowl, his teeth bared as he attempted to struggle free from the grip.

A feeling he'd never felt before bubbled up inside Roa. As if the blood in his veins would've been replaced with liquid fire, his body suddenly burned with inexplicable rage, an anger so intense it felt like he would explode, and when the blue-haired man released another pained exclaim, Roa dropped his bag onto the ground and sprinted towards the alley, not even seeing nor hearing the several cars that were forced to brake to not hit him.

What am I doing? he thought as he lunged himself at the closest of the men. He braced his arm and smashed his elbow into the man's chest, not even waiting for him to drop before switching targets. I can't calm down. I feel like I'm boiling.

Roa planted his right heel into the face of the other man, pressing further even after he heard the nose break. The man fell backwards and slammed into the ground, and not before blood had started soiling his shoe did Roa step back. Someone grabbed hold of his arms from behind, and he growled as one of the men punched him in the face. He refused to even budge, and he emitted a feral snarl as he kicked off the ground and kneed his restrainer in the jaw, effectively freeing him from his prison.

Without letting the last man standing get away or even brace himself, Roa burst forward and fisted the hem of the man's hoodie. "Bastard," he growled and pushed the man backwards and against the brick wall. It was as if his anger blinded him, took complete control over his body, and what little rationality remained kept repeating the questions, Why am I doing this? Why am I so angry?

"I'll tear out your insides," Roa growled and drove his fist into the man's cheek, not faltering at all as he heard the jaw crack. Instead of retreating, he withdrew his arm to brace it for another blow. "I'll break every single bone in your body, you-"

"Wait!"

The voice made the fire in Roa's veins vanish as quickly as they had appeared. He blinked repeatedly as if he'd just woken up, and his eyes widened when he realized he was still practically choking the man who he'd pushed up against the wall. He quickly released his grip and stepped back, breathing heavily as if he'd been running.

The man instantly instantly escaped along with the three others, and Roa stood still for a few seconds, staring at the brick wall as if it showed him the correct explanation to the meaning of life. "I... I don't know what..." He swallowed thickly as the words seemed to betray him, refusing to leave his lips in full sentences.

A rustle behind him made him whirl around, and he found he could produce no more sounds when his blue eyes locked with dark grey. The blue-haired man was sitting on the ground, leaning against the opposite wall of the alley. His lips were parted as if he wanted to speak, but nothing seemed to come out. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, and several rushes of cold shivers trailed down Roa's spine at the piercing look the blue-haired man had.

Slowly, the realization that this man had had some sort of effect on him made Roa regain control over his numb limbs. He quickly averted his gaze, and his heart sank like a stone in his chest when he saw Atalaya standing at the edge of the alley, his bag in her arms, horror-mixed shock on her face. Next to her stood Fell, hands clamped down over her mouth, eyes wide as she stared at him.

"Roa—"

Without letting her finish, Roa darted over to her, tore his bag from Atalaya's hands and growled, "I'm not coming today.", and took off along the streets, guilt and confusion making him unable to look at either Fell, Atalaya or the blue-haired young man

Yo! Okay, so I've been working on this for a few months, trying to decide wether or not to post it, and now I did. It's kind of a late "happy one year anniversary" gift for Teruul :) I'm not sure how long this'll be, but I say at least 10 chapters :D I'll upload when I feel like it, but most likely one a week or every other.

Review if you like it! :D