Hey there! This is my first fanfic that I've published online, so I apologize if it sucks.

Still working out how works, so if there's weird spacing or something, once again, I apologize.

Pairing: Zoro x OC

Rating: M for language, violence and possible sexual scenes (but that'll be later)

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any of the characters associated with it, nor do I make any profit from the writing of this story.

The character Hikari Oshiro, however, belongs to me, as I created her.


Cold steel pressed against her throat.

While any normal person would have probably started panicking at this point, she found herself oddly calm. Well, odd for most people. For her, this was normal. She supposed that her fight-or-flight instinct had been replaced by a just-fight instinct. Every time she was confronted with a situation like this, every time adrenaline coursed through her veins, that was only time she could truly think clearly, the only time she could detach herself from the world. Right now, for example, she was idly admiring the razor-sharp blade that was currently hovering a hairsbreadth from her jugular. It was obviously a very well-made sword, and a cursed sword at that. She could feel it humming in its master's hand, itching to spill her blood. But while the sword was yearning to kill, its master was not. The swordsman currently wielding the cursed sword was tense, threatening, but there was no killing intent in his emerald green eyes.

"So where is it?" the swordsman growled, pressing the tip of the sword ever so slightly against her neck.

She wondered how she had gotten into this situation…


Snow white hair streamed behind her as she sprinted down the dark alleyway. Sea-grey eyes scanned the street ahead, checking for any sign of danger. Her feet pounded against the pavement, the rhythmic beat echoing in the silent night. She glanced down once, to check the small parcel stuffed in her pack. Hikari Oshiro did not often steal from people, but her employer was paying her an ungodly amount of money for this one job, and it had been far too easy. The rowdy pirate crew had not even noticed when she had slipped over in the overcrowded bar and snatched it from right under their noses. When her employer had given her this job, she had thought she would never live to see the light of day. These pirates were notoriously lucky, or so she had thought. A small smile crept across her face, and she slowed her pace to a walk.

"That was far too easy," Hikari laughed quietly, giving one last glance over her shoulder. The job was done. She was in the clear.

"Oh, really?" Hikari froze at the sound of a voice issuing suddenly from the shadows.

The click of a lighter illuminated the face of a blonde haired man, casually leaning against the side of a building. Once he had lit his cigarette, he exhaled, blowing smoke casually up towards the twilight sky.

"Did you really think you could steal from Nami-swan and get away with it?" the man hissed, glancing calmly at her with one blue eye.

The hiss of steel behind her alerted her to a second presence. Spinning around, she saw the green haired man slowly walking toward her, a sword in his hand, and a deadly look in his emerald green eyes. Hikari mentally cursed herself. She had been overconfident. After all, she was dealing with the Mugiwara Pirates. She shouldn't have taken them so lightly.

The swordsman stopped a few feet from her. Tensing, Hikari slowly reached for her pack, and the knives that lay inside. With a flash, the tip of the sword was against her neck, pressing ever so gently against her pale skin.

"You aren't going anywhere," he growled in his low baritone voice.

Time seemed to slow. Hikari relaxed, letting the adrenaline wash over her. She slowly closed her eyes, heard her heartbeat slowing, felt the cold blade pressed against her throat. She heard the tap of feet as the blonde man walked up behind her, felt him grab her shoulder.

In a split second, she reacted.

Hikari batted the sword away with her forearm, ignoring the searing pain as the sword sliced her skin. She dropped into a crouch, sweeping one leg out and spinning like a top. Her foot hit home, knocking the blonde man off balance and throwing him into the surprised swordsman. Carrying her momentum, Hikari rolled, righting herself in a crouching position. With a quick burst of speed, she was off, sprinting down the alley.

"Dammit! After her!" the swordsman shouted. Hikari could hear the two men's bickering getting fainter and fainter as she sprinted on. Unfortunately for them, she knew this city like the back of her hand. She could easily lose them in the maze of alleys and streets. However…

Hikari glanced down at her bleeding arm, a cruel grin spreading across her face. Maybe these pirates could be useful after all…


"Do you have the package?"

Hikari snapped out of her daydream, glancing at the heavily guarded man before her with disinterest.

"Of course," she stated, in a matter-of-fact tone. "Do you really have that little faith in my abilities?"

The man blinked, then shook his head. "Of course not. I trust you more than any of my men, Oshiro-chan."

Hikari snorted. What bullshit, she though, her eyes narrowing as her employer turned his back to her and walked to the window.

"I was simply worried that… well… The Mugiwara Pirates have quite a reputation," the man continued, gazing out the window.

"That's an understatement," Hikari murmured, flexing her injured arm unconsciously.

"But I'm glad that you were able to finish the job," her employer spoke, turning to face his white haired employee. He accidentally met her gaze, her sea-grey eyes boring into his. He shivered, and quickly glanced away. "Now for the matter of your payment."

Hikari grinned. "Ah, about that," she began, clapping her hands together as she spoke. "I'll need a raise."

Her employer spluttered, a horrified expression forming on his face. "Wh-what?" he gasped. "I'm already paying you enough as it is!"

Hikari leveled her gaze at him, a cruel grin spreading across her face. "Hmm… I don't think so," she mused. Pulling a long knife from its sheath on her hip, she tossed it casually up and down, her gaze never leaving her employer's face. "You see, you never said how bad of a reputation the Mugiwara's had. I think leaving out such… critical… information is worth at least, oh, another 2 million."

If the laws of physics had suddenly lost all meaning, the man's jaw would have hit the floor. "2 MILLION? Are you SERIOUS? Just because you aren't good enough to beat them-" He was cut off as Hikari's knife came dangerously close to being embedded in his face.

"You honestly think that I'm not good enough?" Hikari growled, her eyes narrowed at the man. "Don't make me laugh. Those weaklings couldn't take me on in a thousand years." She stopped, trying to cool her head. She couldn't get carried away, not now. "As it is," she continued. "Those pirates probably followed me here."

"You…" her employer whispered, shaking in fear. "You bitch, you let them follow you?"

Hikari's grin widened. "Why, I wouldn't let them follow me," she cooed innocently. "How can I help it if they happen to be good trackers? At any rate, I want my pay before-"

At that moment, the wall behind her literally exploded. Spinning on her heels, she saw a raven haired boy, clutching a straw hat on his head, glaring daggers at her.

"HEY, YOU SHIRO WITCH!" The boy screamed, pointing at Hikari. "YOU BETTER GIVE US BACK OUR TREASURE!"

Hikari scowled, clicking her tongue in annoyance. "Tch, they got here too soon… I was just about to get my money too." Glancing behind her, she saw her employer sprinting for the door. Drawing a second knife, she threw it at the back of his head, where it embedded itself up to the hilt. Her former employer was dead before he hit the floor.

With a sigh, Hikari turned, ignoring the short boy and his screaming, and walked over to the briefcase that the man had left. She reached to pick it up – only to find that her arms were suddenly pinned behind her back. Struggling to free them from whatever was restraining her, she glanced down, only to see hands sprouting from the ground and restraining her legs as well. Hikari's head snapped up, her eyes scanning the room for the cause of this anomaly. Across the room, she saw a raven haired woman standing with her arms crossed in an odd fashion. The woman smiled slyly at her, and suddenly, Hikari began to panic. Thrashing to get loose, she almost didn't hear the woman's quiet voice.

"Seix Fleurs."

Two more hands suddenly sprung out of her shoulders. One hand clapped over her mouth, the other covered her nose. Hikari's lungs screamed from the lack of oxygen. Her vision blurred, and she felt herself begin to pass out. One last coherent thought sparked through her mind before everything went black.

Shit… I'm in such deep shit now…