Letters From You

by V-Marie-Ashes

The year is 2047, and the world of technology has seized to be trustworthy. The world has been united under a single ruling body – The World Government. Zoro, an assassin with a single purpose in life, suddenly receives a letter that might just change his life forever. What will he do? And what secrets and lost memories will he discover on his way?

1. Preface

Authors Note: Ok, so new story. Don't worry I haven't stopped working on Trust; it's just on hiatus while I wait for my writers block for that story to disappear.

A few key notes to this story:

- It's AU, set in this world in the year of 2047.

- The characters are older than in the Manga/Anime

- There will be major OOCness – Especially in Zoro's case.

- The rating will start as T, but I will probably change it to M later as the story progress.

- There will be little to no pairings, only hinting to them. It is originally a ZoSan, but there won't be much relationship stuff in it, as you will notice why in the next chapters.

As always: Disclaimer! I do NOT own One Piece or any of its characters; they all belong to the wonderful Eiichiro Oda. I do not earn any money on this story. I simply write for the fun of it.

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Letters From You

~~oOo~~ Preface: I will catch you ~~oOo~~

Zoro had been hunting that man for almost 5 years now, chasing rumours of his whereabouts all over the world. It was like chasing a ghost, but he would not give up, could not give up. It was the only thing he remembered from his past; that man, and what he had done. Zoro had promised to avenge his fallen ones, and would not stop before the man was dead before his feet.

This was the reason he was currently in the harbour city of Hendaye in France just on the border from Spain. He had originally gone to León in Spain because of a rumour about the man being sighted in the area there. When he came there however he had found the rumour to be false, again. He had then spent the next two weeks traveling on his stolen Harley through the Spanish country, avoiding the major roads and cities. When he had arrived in the small town of Zarautz he had overheard a conversation between some guys in a pub about a devilish man residing in Hendaye. With his spirit lifted once again, he had driven to Hendaye, and gotten across the border with the help of his fake ID. He had taken a quick tour of the city on his bike scouting for places to crash. He had found an abandoned house just on the outskirts, and taken up residence there for the last couple of days, hoping he would have luck with him this time.

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