The Guardian —One Piece— 1 —

Writer's comment: Hello.. this is my first time writing a long story and is very looking forward to input. i written other short stories but this is my first time posting on fanfic. i also go by the name Kyurue on so if you like my stories check them out there. i will try to move my stories from quizilla to this site. Please review and tell me what i can do to make my story better. The Story of One Piece and Trafalgar Law goes to Eiichiro Oda and my Character or Oc: Abigale Leroy de Lourie et Astelle belongs to me :D

A short girl with blonde waist length hair walked down the snow covered streets of the shopping districts. Not soon after she had arrived on this icy cold island located in North Blue, a heavy blizzard had hit the town. The girl had been locked at the inn, which she had checked in earlier upon her arrival. Her green eyes wandered around, engulfing her surroundings as the busy people at the shopping district tried to sell their products to the consumers who were looking to buy goods.

Her brown duffle jacket that went a bit passed her waist, covering most of the skirt she was wearing under her sweater, which kept her warm from the icy winds that had turned her cheeks red. Making every breath that she took burned, as her body temperature warmed up the oxygen that was in taken. Soft crunching sounds, as the petite girl stepped on the freshly fallen snow with her brown boots, knee high socks wrapped around her legs about an inch above the boot.

The girl stopped in her footsteps, the stall on the right that was a few meters away had caught her eyes. There wasn't anything particular that she had wanted to buy, there also wasn't anything special about the stall either. In any case, it was rather small and plain compared to the ones that was located in the area of out-door stalls. It was the goods that were being sold there that had caught the curiosity of this little one. She slowly approached the stall, making soft crunching sounds on the now stepped on snow.

She looked around at the stall to see what it had to offer. From afar you can only notice the winter wear; gloves, hats, scarves, and whatever people used to keep warm. The closer she got, she noticed that the stall had accessories. Noticing a necklace on a stand, standing up on an 80 degree angle, on the side that was parallel to where she was standing.

The necklace, if worn would hang down all the way to the stomach of the petite girl. The chains were silver with a flower similar to a blue rose but is about the size of 5 grains of rice was in a capsule attached to the chain. The flower was preserved in a clear solution.

Recalling the moment when she had a chat with the inn-keeper during the blizzard. He had told her that this island was named after a famous flower only to be found on this island. Deep in the forest, you would find a flower much similar to a blue rose but is about 20 times smaller called Chishima, which would only blossom once a year, at random times, in the middle of the night of a blizzard. Since the flower is extremely rare due to the fact of how hard it is to obtain this flower, it would often be preserved and would be turned into accessories. It would be used often as gifts to those that are of great importance or is given to beloved ones. As a meaning of a loyalty or eternal love, since no flower is the same and preserved meaning eternal.

Reaching out her hand to take to necklace for a closer look, a tanned tattooed hand appeared from the corner of the young girl's eyes and had taken the necklace before she did. She turned her head to her right, noticing the man that also had his attention caught by the necklace. He was holding the necklace with his left hand and on his right was a very long nodachi sword that rested over his shoulder. The man was rather tall compared to the blonde haired girl, he was at least a good 2 feet taller than her, and rested on his had was a fuzzy hat, with side burns and a goatee on this chin. He wore a thick long black jacket with a picture of a symbol on the left shoulder with spotted jeans.

The girl expressionlessly stared at the man that had taken the necklace out of her sight; she wouldn't have minded if that was not the only necklace that stall had. As the male had paid for the necklace, he noticed the girl who had been staring at him for quite some time causing the situation to turn awkward.

"My apologies" said the male. "I hadn't noticed that the necklace had also caught your attention", at the girl, looking down to make eye contact with her through his stormy grey eyes. The girl in return made eye contact but said nothing.

"It's very pretty", said the soft girl in a soft voice. Scaring the poor male with the fuzzy hat, that wasn't expecting a reply. "It reminds me of where I'm from."

The male had noticed the look of the girl after he had heard her speak. She seemed a bit sad after she had spoken and continued to stare at the necklace and decided not to persuade in asking about herself.

Deep in thought, trying to figure out her emotions but was struggling since her face barely showed any expression.

"If it's alright with you...I mean if it's only alright... with you..." stumbling with her words, "Is it any way possible... that I could buy the necklace off you?"

"You know, this necklace is very rare..." as he was about to reject her offer, he paused for a good minute looking at the girl but then quickly changed his mind, handing the necklace of to her as she took it and said "Here."

"..." shocked, the girl didn't know what to say, to the fact that he handed it over so easily, "How much do you want?"

"Keep it"

The man with the fuzzy hat turned around as he slowly walked away, leaving behind a stunned short girl, with her bangs that was right above her eyes, now standing up as the wind started to pick up. He didn't know what had gotten into him, he didn't normally hand things over so easily, as he thought to himself. He was a pirate, he be the one that should be taking things instead of giving it away. He wasn't a charity or anything and, was definitely not a person that would give in to anyone. But she was small, and definitely cute. Thinking that if he had denied her offer she would cry, and along with being so small, any shock would break her fragile body.

"WAIT!" said the girl, as she ran after him. The male turned around, after recognizing the voice, and waited for the girl to catch up. After she had caught up to him, it took her a while for her to catch her breath. She was breathing heavily.

"Thank... you..." she said softly between her breaths, while trying to catch her breath.

"You're welcome"

The girl, still looking down, while still trying to catch her breath said "May I ask you for your name?" still trying to catch her breath, "I want to thank you properly."

"Trafalgar Law" he said smoothly, "and yours?"

The girl look up suddenly and made eye contact, meeting her green eyes with his stormy grey ones and said "Mine's Abigale Leroy de Lourie et Astelle... or just... Abigale... is fine."