A/N: 'ello(: Yes I updated, amazing isn't it? Argh well I've been dead for a year, completely giving up on fanfiction but I've started again. I'm sorry TT I hope you guys can forgive me and I'll start updating and writing a whole lot more xD

Yeah so...let's go!

Disclaimer: Psh I don't own One Piece. If I did it'd never get past the eleventh episode xD

Luffy groaned with effort as he dragged the young girl along with him. My god, how could someone who looked so skinny weigh so much? He had carried Nami out of the old pub and was walking down the busy street. Some passersby gave him odd looks before continuing on their way. Oblivious to it all Luffy stopped at a bus bench heaving Nami onto it and plopping down beside her.

He looked at the girl lying down next to him. Why did she faint again? Was it because he was rubber? But—he'd always been rubber.

Well…not always…

Luffy's eyes narrowed slightly; a strange look on the normally cheerful boy's face. Lots of things had happened in the past, strange and evil things. Over the past ten years though, things had become slightly calmer. It was more…peaceful. The people involved were able to form and shape their lives. Luffy had been able to as well, living these last years in a carefree manner.

But he had a strange feeling that everything was going to change…things were going to change soon.

Frowning, he looked at the girl again. Why'd he go through all this trouble in lifting her and taking her with him? It didn't matter did it? That broken down pub had seemed to be her home, even though it was a weird place to live. And if she woke up she might hit him again. Luffy inwardly winced at the thought. That girl had quite an arm. Okay—even more reason to stay away from her.

And—worse of all—she broke his hat. His treasure. His frown deepened when he looked at his straw-hat. It now had a huge gaping hole through it. So why…?

But, Luffy being Luffy did not dwindle on this thought for much longer because thinking too much made his head hurt. Besides…

His stomach growled loudly.

"I'm hungry!" he declared to no one in particular. He pouted slightly and started swinging his legs in a bored manner.

"I'm hu-nn-gr-y" he said in a sing-song tone but immediately stopped his swinging and singing when he heard a soft whimpering. Luffy blinked confused before turning his head to Nami next to him. Instead of lying lazily as he had left her, she was now curled up in a small ball and rocking slightly, tears running down her face.

Luffy, eyes wide jumped to his feet and kneeled in front of the girl wondering what he could possibly do to comfort her. After looking closely at her tear-streaked face he realized that the girl was still sleeping. He blinked again. A nightmare maybe? That was probably it.

Now she was muttering in her sleep. Luffy leaned closer straining his ears catching glimpses of what she was saying.

"Bellemere-san—Nojiko—no!—I can't--Gen-san, help me—Nojiko where are you?—Bellemere-san, no!—please stop—stop!—you monsters—!" Her slight whimpering had turned into more audible sobbing. Fists were clenched and teeth were gritted and she sobbed quietly into the cold wood of the bus bench.

Luffy stared at the girl expressionless. Nojiko? Bellemere-san? From the sounds of it, this girl—whoever she was—was calling out for her friends, her nakama. He looked at her. She reminded him of himself when he was younger. Except there had been someone to comfort him…

Not thinking twice Luffy sat beside the girl again and pulled her into a tight embrace. The girl sobbed louder and clutched at his red T-shirt. Luffy rubbed her back in what he thought was a soothing manner and waited as Nami's sobs subsided and soon she was sleeping peacefully.

Luffy inwardly groaned. Great. More lifting. And he had no idea where to go…

Except…

A huge grin planted on his face as he lifted Nami up again and started walking cheerfully. He knew exactly who could help them now.

On the busy highway; bumbling with traffic of various cars and trucks, a lone motorcycle sped on through the entire busy bustle, tires screeching as it turned. The rider, clad in a black leather jacket and helmet, had no intention of slowing down and seemed to be driving in a lot of different directions…as if it wasn't sure where it was supposed to be going.

It was an odd sight really. The motorcycle speeding in one direction, stopping suddenly, and then turning the other way, stopping again, and then going in the direction it started in.

It seemed that the driver had no sense of direction whatsoever.

Drivers honked their horns, clearly annoyed with the motorcyclist. The driver seemed to ignore them lifting up his helmeted head and looking both ways, seemingly deciding where he would drive next.

Hearing police sirens approaching he swore. He couldn't afford for the cops to catch him, especially since he was speeding and he didn't have a license to be driving a motorcycle in the first place. Hell, he probably figured he was underage. All thoughts of reaching his destination were erased from his mind and replaced with one thing—get the hell away from here.

Rearing up, he sped into the distance going as fast as he could. What the hell, they were chasing him for speeding anyways. So why not use the privilege to escape? He soon reached the downtown area which was even more crowded that back on the highway. He inwardly smirked.

Perfect. The police couldn't possibly hope to catch him here, though he should still keep his guard up. On the negative side, he was even further from his desired destination than before. Adding to his "wonderful" direction skills, he doubted if he could get there before sunset. It would be dark soon.

He could still hear the sirens. Damn these guys were persistent. He supposed it had to do with the fact that he was the motorcyclist they all wanted to catch—he had been speeding all his life anyways. It was "dangerous". He could kill somebody. Well he probably could. But he was a skilled driver. He'd never hurt anyone. The police should be making more of their time than chasing a mere underage driver like him. Wait—they didn't know he was underage. Crap. Get him in even more trouble.

Well now that he knew the police wouldn't stop he turned into an alley and head out towards the suburban areas of the city, the quieter calmer region. He felt that he could slow down here—his bike needed a break anyways—when he saw something that took him aback.

A young boy dressed in a red vest and blue denim shorts—could barely be a teenager—was carrying a girl piggy-back style. The girl was unconscious and the boy was grimacing from the apparent weight.

The driver slowed down moving towards the sidewalk so that he was driving right next to the kids. The boy was completely oblivious to him and continued walking along, the girl threatening to slip from his grasp. The driver sighed. He couldn't leave these kids. It would be against his honor. Plus his conscience—or what he had left of it—would nag him about this FOREVER.

"Oi." He said it curtly and simply but it got the boy's attention nonetheless. He was met with black shining eyes and a wide grin. Damn. How could someone's smile be so wide?

"OI! Motorcycle-niichan!" The boy responded happily, stopping for a moment and putting the girl gently on the ground. The older boy grunted in reply stopping his bike as well.

"She's not going to like that she's on the floor," he said gesturing to the girl the younger boy had carelessly put on the sidewalk. "The female species doesn't like that very much," he added seriously.

The younger boy frowned. "Yeah you're right. She'll probably hit me if she wakes up. But she's heavy!" He waves his arms to emphasize his point. The motorcyclist chuckles. This kid is kinda interesting.

"So you've known her long?"

"Nope."

"Er, then when'd you meet?"

"Today."

"How?"

"She knocked me unconscious."

Okay…the motorcyclist thought his eyebrows going up. But you couldn't tell anyways since he still had his helmet on. "So where'd you headed?"

"Makino's restaurant and hotel. It's where I live!" he pointed to himself proudly as if that was the best thing in the world. "Makino is really really nice. She's like my mom—only she's really young and—" The boy continued ranted and the motorcyclist nodded at the appropriate times though he thought the boy should just—

"Shut up!"

"Ara? Mmkay."

"Where is Makino's place?"

"By the beach! Isn't that cool?"

"What the he—the beach is miles away. You'd never get there by tonight if you walk!"

"Ahh. That's true."

"Baka."

"Can you give us a lift?"

"Nani?!"

"Please? Motorcyclist-nichann—"

"Oi—Don't pull that puppy-eye thing on me!"

"D-Demo…."

The older boy finally pulled off his helmet revealing green hair, a scowled face, and three piercings in one ear. The younger boy immediately grinned.

"Marimo!"

"What the hell?"

"Marimo-niichan!"

"Shaddap brat!"

"So you can give us a ride?"

"ARGH!"

The green-haired boy scowled again, making his other scowl seem like a double scowl. It was quite funny actually.

"Fine."

"Really?!"

"Yes! Now shut up and get on before I change my mind!"

"Thank you!"

"Yeah yeah…put the girl in the middle so she doesn't fall off."

"Alright!"

"You on?"

"Yup!"

"Alright—let's go."

"Yosh!"

The green-haired boy looked up to the sky. I must be mad…why the hell am I helping two kids out? He sighed. He knew he couldn't leave him behind. Plus—there was something about this kid that he felt he could trust. Like he'd follow him to the ends of the Earth or something. Aww what the hell? He looked back at his passengers. The boy had squished the girl in the middle and was holding on to her shoulders. He gave him another bright smile. This time, the older boy couldn't help but smirk in reply.

"I'm Zoro. Roronoa Zoro."

"Luffy!"

"Luffy eh?"

"Yup! And now you're my nakama!"

Zoro chuckled before slamming the helmet back on his head. "Whatever you say kid. Whatever you say."

A/N: Meh, this was a really boring chapter--BUT! I introduced Zoro! YAY! Mmkay so I'll be bringing out a lot more characters and the real storyline will come into place...soon.

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