-Chapter 1-
You ever have just one of those days where everything that can go wrong does? Well my name is Kotori Oikawa and I seem to be having one of those days.
"Cooperate and ya won't get hurt. Now hand it over." I stared at the man in front of me. Actually I stared more at his gun. It was shiny. Yes, shiny and pointing at me.
I clutched the object of concern tight to my body, scared stiff. Yes, I was having one of those days. I mean first Nami threatens me and then I get attacked by some strange mugger.
"B-but-" He pressed the gun tip to my forehead, silencing me.
"I thought I had put it clear enough." He hissed at me. I gulped. His bleached orange hair contrasted with my own raven colored locks. Why me? Oh, why me?
All of a sudden the mugger was jerked away from me and slammed into a brick wall bordering the alleyway the mugger had backed me into earlier. I whipped my bright blue eyes to the source of my eternal gratitude.
There stood a boy with mud brown hair in a ponytail. It was an American!
"Unless you want a bump to match that one, I suggest you leave," the mysterious American said. My mugger scowled at the boy but skulked away.
I sighed in relief and checked the bag's occupants to see if everything was all right.
"So what's so grand in there that you wouldn't give up to 'im" I felt a warmth rise to my cheeks as my eyes rose to meet the boy's. He was closer now and leaning down toward me. His green eyes were inspecting me. I blushed more and took a step back. He cocked a grin. "Don't worry I'm not gonna hurt you. I just wanted to see what you held so dearly." My eyes found their way to the ground.
"Justsomepaints'nstuff" I mumbled quickly to myself, embarrased. Surely a tough American like him would look down on my love of painting.
He blinked at me. "Wait, repeat that. What?"
"Just some paints 'n stuff," I said a little louder.
"Really? You're an artist?" He said surprised. I nodded blushing. "Heck, that's cool. Never knew a person that did that kind of shit."
"Thanks... I think.." I answered a bit confused. He smiled at me.
"Dammit Jonah! Where'd you go?" A female voice's yell echoed from farther away. The American turned his head and sighed.
"Well it seems I must be going now," he said turning back to me. He smiled. "Nice meetin' you Miss Artist." With that he ran off back to the street. I stared after him blinking.
How... interesting...
Authors Note: 'lo! I'm Yasu-chan! Also known as Kit-chan(which was taken) and Fox-kit(on fictionpress this was also taken sadly) Yasu is the name of my muse (yesh I named my muse shut up) so I thought it would be alright to call myself that -nods-. This is my first fanfiction that I've decided to share with the fanfiction community. A.K.A. I was finally convinced to get an account on here and this story was just written afterwards hehe.
This is also Zodiac P.I. fanfiction! I love Zodiac P.I.! I wish it would be made into an anime -sniff-. Well anyway hope ye like!
Love and Peace Yasu-chan!
P.S. Yah, I know this chapter so super short. That's why I've also uploaded chapter 2!
