S.O.S-Roronoa Zoro-(Under Construction)

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Romance Dawn
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The Beginning of a Novel Start
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Sixis Island

A woman sat, still and quiet, her legs scooped under her, as her hands set against her katanas that lay on the side of her thighs. Red hair blew softly in the wind, curls tangling as they soared away only to fall back onto her soft but chiseled chest.

Sharp and calculated forest eyes watched as the man beside her lit the candles that circled them. The man leaned back, away from the candles, matching the woman's seated position.

As he settled in his place, both their eyes fixated on the candles, their minds far from touching. Slowly, her green eyes were covered by her lids, as she exhaled a soft breath, the world falling quiet around her.

Crickets chirped in the distance, she could hear a rabbit rustle through the grass. Then she caught what she was looking for, a man's heartbeat, not the similar one beside her, but foreign to her ears.

It was quicker than a normal man's, he was nervous. He's right to be, she thought to herself, as she switched her hearing to his steps.

Stomp. Stomp. Snap!.. Stomp.

She heard his boot hit a stick, he paused before continuing closer, from behind the tree line.

He's here. She informed the man beside her, that they had yet to know who 'he' was, but they'd known for miles they were being followed.

The man beside her turned his head from the candles to gaze over her peaceful but concentrated expression, she always seemed at peace when using her powers.

He turned forward, staring at the flickering candle, his back to the tree line the man was yet to come out of.

"You can come out." 

Finally, the trees were pushed, and a man walked outwards, his hair bright red, much redder than the women's, his hair spiked up high in the middle of his head. His voice echoed through the forest.

"People often visit shrines to light candles for those they've lost. Who are yours for?"

"This is for someone we knew a long time ago." The woman opened her eyes, her abilities were no longer needed. The red-haired man spoke up again, not fully satisfied with the woman's companion's answer. "And the other?"

The man next to the woman didn't answer, but she did, her hands rounding her katanas, holding them.
"You have been following us for three days."

Like they had rehearsed it, the duo stood, their long blades tightly in their grasp. The man spoke up.

"What do you want?" He questioned, sharply.

"You may call me Mr. 7. I represent an organization known as the Baroque Works. We are interested in your unique set of skills, Pirate Hunters, Roronoa Zoro, and Valeriña Adelía Vursòs."

Zoro and Valeriña turned to Mr. Seven, a small paper card held out to them. "What are you?" Zoro asked, allowing Valeriña to finish his words. "Some band of assassins?" Their tones stayed on the point, but her words trickled towards the end.