"So, I'm 18 years old. I've been an orphan since I was 8 when my parents died. No one adopted me. I graduated high school last year. I work in a clothing factory. I live in an apartment alone that is no bigger than a rat's ass." I said and ran a hand through my dyed light blue hair. It was originally blonde, but blue was a prettier color and it went better with my jade eyes.

"You still haven't told us your name." Said the instructor of this tiny group therapy. I sighed up in to my short bangs.

"I prefer to be called Aoi." I said. No, it wasn't my real name. My real name was Kirayan. It's pronounced "Kai-REE-yan" but there was no way in hell I was telling these assholes that my name was Kirayan Ocean.

"Aoi?" Said the instructor, disappointment lacing his voice. I nodded.

"It's japanese for Blue." I said. I heard the girl with dyed pink hair next to me snort.

"Camille, please do not laugh. This is a safe, judgemental free zone." The instructor said. Camille rolled her eyes and I scoffed in to my short bangs.

"So, Aoi, why are you here?" Asked the instructor- John, I believe his name was.

I sat back in my chair and sighed. I glanced at my reflection in the mirrored wall next to me.

I guess I was kinda pretty. Not as in the pretty of I'll just modestly say kinda pretty when we all know I am drop dead gorgeous and every guy ever should love me for it but actually more of like the I'm not exactly a troll, but I'm not Marilyn Monroe either kinda pretty.

I don't know my weight. I'm probably around 155-160 pound range. I was about 5'3" so I wasn't exactly the tallest tree in the forest, but I wasn't exactly a sapling. My eyes were a pretty jade from a distance but if you got really close to me -by that I mean uncomfortably close- you would see my eyes were actually a mix of green, blue and brown with hints of grey beneath the green. As I said before, I had dyed my hair a light blue, though it was originally blonde and it was about at my shoulders. Speaking of my hair, it was time I went in for another dye job. Almost the whole top of my head was blonde again and I wanted that gone.

I guess I was kinda fit. I mean, when my parents were alive I did gymnastics and various martial arts lessons. Through out high school I took sword fighting lessons. And I still hit the gym daily as long as I wasn't in a stupid group therapy session my old orphanage signed me up for as soon as I had graduated high school and refused to go to until now.

"I don't know why I'm here. To get fucking Hilda off my back, I guess." I said.

"Hilda?" Asked John.

"The lady that runs the orphanage I went to and signed me up for this shit when I graduated." I said.

"This is your first time here, is it not?" Asked Caleb, the only other boy in the group aside from John.

"Yeah." I sighed and glanced at my reflection in the mirror again. I really wanted to get home and in to my flannel night gown and binge watch One Piece, the best anime ever. Well, along side with Naruto and Fairy Tail of course.

Okay, so the flannel night gown is actually just a flannel shirt that hangs down just a poker card's length from my knees. But it was still comfy enough to sleep in.

"You waited a year to join us? Were you and your hipster friends too busy getting drugs or something?" Camille asked. I glared at the girl.

"FYI, Princess Pink, I don't have any friends, let alone hipster friends." I snapped.

"Aoi, did you, by chance come here in search of companionship?" Asked John. Caleb uncomfortably cleared his throat.

"Uh, Jordan, I think that's a little too personal." Caleb said.

Oooooh, Jordan. That's the instructor's name!

"Nah, it's fine. I don't need friends. I have One Piece." I said.

"One piece of what?" Camille asked. I rolled my eyes at her ignorance.

"No, One Piece. It's an anime. Y'know, from Japan? It's actually really good and culturally diverse. It has hot guys, too." I said, smirking as I thought very specifically of Trafalgar Law, Roronoa Zoro and -swoon- Portgas D. Ace. Captain of the Hottie Pirates himself.

Yes, I know Ace is actually 2nd Division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, but I would let Ace captain my Pirate Ship any day...

Get your head out of the gutter, sicko. I'm just saying the dude is hotter than the fire he's made of.

"How hot?" Camille asked, her attention sparked. I smirked.

"There is one character that is an incredibly fit swordsman appropriately named Zoro." I said. Camille got a twinkle in her eye.

"Yeah?" She said.

"He's mine." I said. Her face dropped in dissapointment.

"There's also a doctor kinda guy they call the Surgeon of Death and he's pretty hot, too." I said. Camille smirked at the thought.

"Also mine." I said. She pouted at me.

"Any other hotties?" She asked. I put my finger to my chin in play thought.

"Well..." I started, Camille looked at me with curiosity twinkling in her eyes. I smirked. "There's one character so hot he is litterally made of fire." I said. She grinned happily.

"And he is so much mine that other fangirls don't even dare think about him while I'm around." I said. Camille gave me a look.

"Why?" She asked. I flashed her my crazy eyes.

"You wanna test out why?" I asked in the creepiest Yandere voice I could manage. I saw Camille shrink in fear.

Time skip

"Geeze, people can't take jokes anymore. Whatever. One Piece can't wait much longer." I thought as I walked in to my apartment.

"Someone call for back up? Straw Hats, have no fear! Aoi-chan is here!" I hummed to myself and opened my laptop. I frowned when I realized what episode I was on in my re-watch through. Ace's death episode. The one thing in the world that always made me cry.

"LUFFY! FIGHT BACK! KICK HIS ASS!" I screamed through my teeth at my laptop. I bit my lip as Ace jumped in the way of Akainu's attack that was meant for Luffy. I felt the tears build in my eyes and spill over as Ace died.

"Ace... No..." I cried silently. The episode ended and I closed out of the website. I went and took a calming shower and changed in to my flannel night shirt and set aside my clothing for tomorrow. Jeans, a tank top and a bandana I would wear to hide my blonde top.

I rolled in to bed and looked at my laptop screensaver as it turned dark. It was a really hot picture of Ace (A/N: book cover)

"I wish I could have done something to save you." I murmured and closed my eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

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RT_Ninja: Hey guys! So I spontaneously got the idea to write this story. I hope you guys like it and I'll see you next chapter!