(A/N)-Hey y'all! Two things I wanna say: I've named our character for this story which you will see in a bit and I wanna apologize for not uploading a new chapter for so long. ~PJ~Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story except my own :)
Chapter 2:You started panicking. You couldn't breathe. That bar was your life. Sure it wasn't the best place on earth but it was the only thing keeping you from living on the streets. The only thing keeping you from feeding off of tiny scraps left by the rats. You started to run towards the local bar with the worst possible scenarios going through your head. You thought of another marine attack. You thought of a pirate attack or bandits or all three combined. Then you thought of the bar burning to the ground along with your only hope of surviving in the cruel world. As you got closer you started to see smoke rising from the building and you noticed broken chairs and bits of food thrown outside the doors. As you neared the entrance you noticed a lot of yelling from inside and you pushed past the doors wanting to see what was left of the place. As you walked in a couple of citizens bumped past you and exited out with haste.
Ignoring the fleeing customers you walked further into the bar and noticed several broken tables and chairs scattered through the room, a couple of them had caught fire. Broken bottles had created a maze of glass on the floor, but none of it mattered to you. Right now the only thing on your mind was finding the assholes that had done this and caused so much terror on the docks and beating the shit out of them. So much rage had engulfed you that you hadn't even noticed the small crowd of people watching you from the counter. You looked at each one of them, seeing bartenders and pirates standing next to each other, either bloody or bruised or both. You were about to yell about how stupid they were and how you were going to kick major ass until you looked at a particular pirate and every emotion left your body. You stood with shock and a bit of fear written on your face. The color drained from your body and you broke a sweat as you struggled to speak. In turn, the pirate was mildly shocked but tried to hide it the best he could. You couldn't believe it. The person standing in front of you was presumed dead. You thought you'd never see him again. Standing in front of you was none other than your older brother: Roronoa Zoro.
Again sorry for the late update! Hope y'all enjoy! ~PJ~