Notes: I'm not how this would turn out but...
=D
"1998, 1999....2000!"
A clatter was heard when the weight made contact with the gravel. He wiped the sweat of his face with his arm, sat down on a nearby rock and brought a bottle of beer to his lips. the rewarding taste of alcohol refreshed him and he made his way to his house....if you would even call it one.
The ramshackle structure was made up of pieces of metal held together by aging rust. In the summer it was unbearably hot and in the winter the draughts made their way through the cracks in the roofs and walls. On the edge of the far right corner were the only things valuable to him, three katanas propped against each other. All in all, it wasnt a very comfortable place to live in but the young man still had it better than most people in the town, majority who were either homeless or had a large family to support.
He was by himself, with nothing to keep him company apart from his far-fetched dream of becoming the greatest swordsman in the world, the thought that kept him going for these long years.
His name was Roronoa Zoro.
" The poneglyphs were- un fleur!" her quiet reading was interrupted as a single hand she grew out of a nearby tree pushed a man in his middle thirties out of his hiding spot.
" P-p-please h-have mercy on me, I was-s forced to....I have children-n and-d a w-wife to look after, I-" The man stuttered nervously. Of course, who wouldn't be afraid of her, she was a demon after all.
" Seis Fleur,"
" N-no....please" he begged.
" Clutch."
The grotesque sound was heard and the lifeless body thumped to the ground. She carefully closed her book and left without even sparing as much as a glance at the man she had killed.
Some would have called her a cruel, emotionless doll as not even to have felt the slightest pain when killing someone but in reality she had just become used to killing off spies who had caught her studying the Rio Poneglyph, a dream left behind from her mother.
It was getting dark and she figured she had better return to the temporary place she called "home." As she approached the small residence, she saw the white uniform of World Government officials through the window and instantly knew she had been betrayed...again. She spun around and walked off to the direction in which she came from and started running not even bothering to feel the anger from her betrayal. She had always knew she could never belong anywhere so over time she learned to rely on no one but herself.
Her name was Nico Robin
And then one day, the boy meets the girl.
I hope that wasn't too confusing. Dx