Within the next few days, Satoshi and I became inseparable. He was my big brother and my best friend. He would take me to fields and let me play soccer with his school mates. They were all really nice as well. I often used my Bloom Bloom devil fruit to switch the game around completely, sprouting legs from thin air to kick the ball away from the opponent. Rather than yelling at me for cheating, the boys would roll on the ground laughing at the face of the startled goal keeper. I really did care for Satoshi. He was everything a big brother could be. Kind, funny, brave and of corse a lot of fun.
I got sent off to school about a week after my arrival. Satoshi was in a different class from me but he would come say "hi" to me at break and walk me home afterwards. He said he wanted to be a Marine when he grew up. He knew about the buster call. He said his aim was to wipe out all of the wicked Marines and to fill it up with strong people who want justice. He wanted to take out all the evil and make it a truly good system, rather one that is built on lies and money. He started his path to become a marine by looking at wanted posters. He got the, from the post office and filled a box of posters of people he wanted to later defeat once he became a Marine. I felt truly proud to have a brother like him.
{Present Day}
After I had eaten my afternoon tea, I started on my homework. Usually people in my year didn't have any homework however, Satoshi always brought an extra copy of what he had, so I did that and then showed it to his teacher for marking. My teacher said I might change classes soon. Not to Satoshi's because he's a lot older, but to class 6 where the 10 year olds were.
Suddenly, Satoshi busts through the door. He looks scared and angry and confused.
"Oi, Satoshi! What was that all about? I nearly jumped out of my skin!" I say, "Hey weren't you going to get wanted posters? Who have you got now? Has he got a high bounty?" His face is red and he's panting.
"Ran...back" he splutters. He threw some papers on the table.
Mika entered the room. "Why on earth did you run back?" She laughs. He just points at the paper on the table.We peer over an there under the Marine logo is a name.
The name is Nico Robin.
There's a picture too.
It's a picture of me.
There's a bounty too.
It is 80,000 belli.
I stare. I stare and stare and no one says anything.
Where hear keys jangling outside Katashi throws open the door, "Hello family! What's for dinner hun?".
Eyes not leaving the table, Mika points at the poster. He looks confused and walks to where we are grouped. Staring. I hear him gasp. Then swear. Then apologise. Then swear again.I finally speak.
"Shit."
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Hi, it's SashaI was wondering if I should keep going. I promise it will get more interesting but should I just make up another story? Let me know in the comments. Thanks!

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Demon Child
FanfictionAfter Ohara was blown up and no one survived but her, and a bounty is placed on her head, eight year old Nico Robin is forced to live alone, always running, trusting no one. This is the story of how she survived, in search of true friends to truly...