Zoro and his Assassin

My First Day

Anya's POV:

It all started with a vague memory. The day after I joined the Straw Hats crew a huge feast was thrown for my welcome. We drank for 3 whole days and nights. On the 4th morning I was sick as a dog and too hungover to be considered human. I remember standing near the railing and puking my guts. Then falling face first on the deck and rolling like a piece of cannon ball.  

I also remember dark boots that stop my miserable broken body. Strong hands picking me up like I weighed nothing. A soft bed and cool hands on my forehead. When I awoke, finally able to discern reality from dreams, I was by myself, dehydrated and stinky.

I had cleaned myself and forced my poor tired body for day 5 of revelries. Thankfully, the crew was busy running away from Marines and I was put to work immediately to manage the sails.

I got to witness the power of the Straw Hats crew, the cunning of Nami, the aim of Ussop, Robin's disinterest but subtle help. the cook's strong kicks and the captain's raw power. Chopper's transformation, Franky's SSuper, Brooke's swords skills and Jinbe's calm but effective evasive manoeuvre

And then there was him... that man, or monster, he stood in the middle of the ship. Arms crossed, almost relaxed. His one eye staring at the Marine ship as if daring them to attack. His three sword's hilts were flashing in the sunlight even though they all were still sheathed. His three earrings dangling. He looked like a God. No, not a God, like a demon from Hell. So much power, so much control. 

I knew then, deep in my heart I knew that the marines ship was no match for us, that this man was just standing there casually resting while his crew fought, because it was beneath him to exert any energy for such a trivial fight.

I hated how self assured he was, hated the way his scar looked on his face, hated the pretty earring on his head. Then there was his body and my God what a piece of art that was, even in my abhorrence for him, I could appreciate his body. With his broad shoulders and strong chest his rippling abs and a penchant for roaming shirtless. Well if I had a body like that I might have roamed shirtless as well but wait, I digress - I hated him with a passion I did not know was possible, for one who was just a 5 day stranger to me. My heart sped up whenever I looked at him. I knew it was only in anger and disgust. No man should have such power, no man should look like this. It was just not fair. 

I try not to think about his hair at all, even when I am secretly admiring his body or openly loathing on his face. Because every time I look at his green hair I for some strange inexplicable reason blush like an idiot....ok fine I know why I blush but Im getting that under control. I blush because ...well Nami (that meddlesome moron) told me that the green hair was natural to him. Natural...NATURAL. His hair was green....everywhere....ALL OVER. My heart sped up and I flushed from head to toe imagining all the places he might be green. Damn it. This is why I don't think about his stupid hair.

Notes:

|| Anya is a new addition to the crew. She is 27 years old and an assassin to a secret tribe.

She joined the crew at Luffy's insistence but she hasn't shared her story with the other members.

Her past is a complete mystery in the starting - this is a story line I am still working on.

She uses a whip as her primary weapon that she carries around her waist coiled like a snake.

She is short, barely 5'2'', however she possesses immense speed and a supernatural killing ability.

She is not a devil fruit eater .... yet

I think that's enough background information to start the series. Let me know if there are any questions or confusions. Would love to hear comments and feedback as well. ||