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Nami

What now? Where will life take me? It was winter and the snow outside felt so good on

my skin. How long has it been since my parents died. 3, 4 months maybe less. I

honestly do not know. Why? because I blocked those memories. I came to the park just

to be here on the swings. The good thing about winter is that normally no one will come.

I could stare at the cold dark sky forever. Best of all having the forest around.

"Nami" I heard someone call my name (well my nickname) and I knew who it was

instantly. My friends started to call me Nami ever since they saw me as their navigator. I

would help them out threw anything. From the dumbest to the dangers situation. If I was

not their, my "sister" would.

"Nami...lets take you home."I turned around and looked at his face. Luffy, also his

nickname, I bet you are now wondering what is up with this nicknames. One word.

Anime.

I stared at him for a bit. Looking at his black fluffy long hair with his brown eyes and his

lip curved to a unique smile that I only got to see. I loved that smile. It even made me

want to smile back, but I simply could not. I turned back around. I did not feel like

leaving. It was so comfortable just feeling my body numb while the cold air hit every part

of my body and the snowflakes slowly touching my skin. I felt something warm and it

was my black jacket. I guess he saw it back at home where I had left it.Luffy came in

front of me. I noticed he had on his skillet shirt. The symbol of the shirt was barely

showing from his jacket. As usually he was wearing black.

"You will get sick. It's 20 degrees. Come let's take you back to the house and get you

warm up. I'm pretty sure everyone else is waiting at my house." He spoke softly.

He grabbed my hands and pulled me off the swing. I started to stare at the floor. I did

not want to look at him. I just wanted to keep looking at the sky, but that was hard

because if I look up I would be staring into his eyes. He was taller than me. About one

foot. He grabbed my chin and raised my face to look at him. His expression hit me hard.

It was empty but his eyes were digging into my. I could not bare it. I tired to look away

but his fingers were still formerly on my chin. His look was the same one when he was hurting. He let go and started to pull me with him. We started to walk to his house and right

now it was my house too. I moved in their after a few weeks my parents died. I still had

the other house but since no one could trust me to be alone they made me move in. It

was completely quiet on the way back. After 10 minutes, we were two streets away from

the house. He had stopped and turned to me.

“Hey, what do you say if we go out later? Like to the movies the comic store or

something to eat later?” He asked me with a smile on his face