"As you pass by me, I sigh silent
You never see me behind the others
But when you do, you will watch me
Like you had never seen anything"

That night it rained straight down from the clouds. It rained hard, loud on the ground, making it soak hard. The clouds had finally found their way to a small town of Yerriwhite. As the rainclouds poured down to the town's little streets and wet the few people walking outside, a young man stood on the roof of the only bank of Yerriwhite. He stood tall against the rain, enjoying watching the town. His body showed through the wet clothing, jeans and white T-shirt. Muscular, tan body shivered in the cold wind. He had his eyes closed, lips not far apart, short, black hair soaking.

He thought about all the things he had experienced and the things that would happen in a few years. He was starting his last year in college, he had a fiancé and they were supposed to get married. He would get a job at the bank, as an employee to his own father. He was happy. Or at least he thought that the feeling he had for everything, was happiness. The only passion in his life was fighting with swords, an old skill, but still impressive. Swords had his heart completely; they were might, strong weapons with a bite of old times. He didn't care if he had a fiancé or a job already, he just wanted to train his body and mind, focus on his swords. And the only way he could do that was doing as other people wanted. And by other people, he meant his father who wanted him to grow to be something alike he himself was in his opinion; a perfect man.

A sound of car woke him up from his thoughts. He looked down, seeing a bus. He looked only a little while, not knowing that something, or in this case, someone, in the bus would change his whole world upside down. He looked as the bus turned, and finally stopped. Slide-doors opened, and a young man stepped out of the bus with a tiny bag. He looked at the other man, as he walked toward the buildings on the other side of the road. The man stopped his way in the middle of road, standing there.

"Zoro", a soft, quiet voice called.

"Coming", he muttered back and turned toward the voice. Zoro walked to his fiancé, who took his hand and started walking to the little door on the roof.

Raining. If something he hated, it was the rain. Every single drop made the ground less trustworthy, more slippery. And if he trusted something, it was the ground. Everything he did was feet safely on the ground. He watched outside from the window of a crappy bus that had taken him far away from the big city filled with life. He was miserable, felt humiliated sitting in that bus. He fell back to the memory of his dear, his girl, who had stayed and watched him as he left. She was the only important, happy thing in his life. There still were smaller things, but they could never beat her, his girl, with shocking blue, long hair and magical, big round eyes. She had waved a long time after the bus, he was sure of it. Although he had some bad feelings about leaving her behind, he believed in her loyalty. Even if there was this other guy, who was way classier than him.

Interrupting his thoughts he watched quickly his own clothes. His shirt was clean and suited him just fine. Jeans were blue and fit perfectly. He knew he wasn't classy, but he was clean and behaved well... At least when it came to girls. And older women. Men could burn in hell. That was his opinion.

He looked outside again, feeling a little betrayed. He cursed at himself and at the other people around him, who decided his life and especially what place was the best for him to live in. 'Shitheads', he thought.

The bus made its way to the small town of Yerriwhite. He hated it for the first time he even heard the name of that crappy son-of-a-bitch town. "Bunch of asslickers!" That was what he had said. All stores and bank and post-office and all of that crap stood in the middle of the town, they were the heart, including smaller houses. The bad vibes came from the idea of town being surrounded by fields.

He stepped out from the bus and took only one little bag. It held all of his stuff. He started walking his way to the motel-restaurant called Baratie, which was hosted by his uncle Zeff. As he made his way, something, or in this case, someone caught his eye; a guy standing on the bank, even though it rained hard. He looked at the other guy, while he light up a cigarette.

"Sanji, you idiot", familiar voice shouted from the door of Baratie. He tilted his head to see Zeff, who sat in a wheel-chair and glared at him furiously.

"You haven't changed a bit."

"Heya bastard", Sanji shouted back, "Care to join me?"

"Get your sorry-ass inside", Zeff shouted and turned around, "I'll get you something to eat."

Sanji let his eyes wander back toward bank, but mysterious idiot, who had stupidly stood in the rain, was no longer in sight. Sanji continued his walk to the Baratie, breathing smoke deep into his lungs. He dropped his cigarette before entering inside.

Thanks for reading.

This is how the story starts. Short start, I know. But this was only made as an forewords, to be honest. I want to write it out for my head, since I have somewhat a clear imae about this story. But then again, it would be boring if it was too simple-minded, don't you agree?

So. Here it lays, the beginning of everything.

You can understand it in many ways.

Warning. This is going to be a pretty long story, even tought this is short beginning.

Enjoy the rest of the story.

/CarminaChan