A/N: I hope you enjoy ^_^ *I have began editing the chapters a bit and have considered redoing chapter 6 completely*

~Monkey D. Luffy~

"Who are you?" The young boy asked as he stared up curiously at the young woman. He had never seen her in the village before and he was certain he would remember someone like her. She had black hair, tied up in a bun with chopsticks, pale skin and blue-grey eyes. She wore a purple furisode kimono with pink and white flowers and held a kiseru in her hand. He did wonder if she was someone Shanks knew and that that could be the reason she was in the village.

"It is not polite to ask for ones name without first giving your own." She said as she removed the kiseru from between her lips and blew out smoke.

"I'm Monkey D. Luffy."

"Monkey D.? I have heard that name before. Someone you are related to is a marine, correct?"

Luffy nodded, "My grandfather."

"Ah, I see. I hadn't realise so many year have passed by. I knew him when he was much younger with a boy your age. That must be your father. Well, I should tell you my name and please remember it. It's very important." She said, whispering the last sentence.

"I promise I'll remember." Luffy said.

"My name is Kira."

"Kira?" Luffy repeated back, making it sound like a question.

"Yes, now, never forget that name." Kira said, "It was a pleasure to meet you but I must leave now, until we meet again Monkey D. Luffy." And with that she began walking away.

~Roronoa Zoro~

Kira sat on the side of the road under an oil-paper umbrella, which protected her from the rain wish a kiseru at her lips as she watched a funeral procession walk by. She was curious as to who had passed away; death was something she was very use to. She had been alive for longer than she cared to remember and had lost more friends than she cared to count.

She noticed a young boy with green hair walking with the procession. He looked over at her and when their eyes locked he started walking towards her.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"It is not polite to ask for ones name without first giving your own." She said in reply as she pulled the kiseru away from her month and blew smoke up into the air. It lingered there for a moment before the boy finally gave his name.

"I'm Roronoa Zoro." He said.

Kira smiled, "Roronoa Zoro. I will remember it. Now, tell me, did you know the one who has passed well?"

Zoro looked away sadly, "I did."

"I am sorry for your lost young boy. I know what it is like to lose someone."

There was a moment of silence before Kira leaned forward, towards the boy and whispered, "Now listen carefully Zoro and please make sure to remember my name. I am known as Kira."

"Kira?" He repeated back as he looked back at her.

"Yes, now you should continue with the funeral procession. It was a pleasure to meet you, until we meet again Roronoa Zoro."

Zoro nodded before joining back up with the funeral procession. Kira watched until he was out of sight.

~Nami~

Kira sat on a cliff edge beside a grave. She didn't know who the grave belonged to but she had placed a cup with sake at the grave as an offering to the one who had passed. She had only brought along one cup, not originally knowing about the grave so she drank straight from the bottle, something she wasn't too proud about doing. Her kiseru at her side, untouched and cold.

"Who are you?" A voice asked from behind her.

"It is not polite to ask for ones name without first giving your own." She said, without bothering to look behind her.

"Who are you?" The voice asked again. Kira sighed and looked over her shoulder to find the owner of the voice. She saw a girl, somewhere close to her teens, if not already one with orange hair. She was holding a bunch of white flowers.

"Tell me your name and I will tell you mine. I promise." Kira said as she swiped a cross over her heart with her fingers.

"My name is Nami." The girl said reluctantly.

"Nami? Tell me, do you know the one whose cross that is for?"

"It's for my mother, Belemere."

Kira looked back out at sea, "I am sorry for your lose. I can only assume her death was the result of those fishmen who currently occupy your island."

The silence was enough of an answer to confirm her assumption.

"How is it that you are here?" Nami asked, "Arlong doesn't allow anyone to come near this island."

"I've known Arlong for a very long time, though that doesn't mean we're good friends. In fact, I'm pretty sure he hates me." Kira said with a chuckle. She finished off her sake and threw the bottle out to sea. She picked up her kiseru, stood up and turned to face Nami.

"My name is Kira. Please make sure to remember that as I am certain we will meet again Nami." She said before walking away.