I thought of this in a few minutes ago. I don't know if it'll be good, but who cares.

I guess they call it a dead end for a reason. Nico Robin turned into the alleyway to escape her pursuer, a bounty hunter, but found that it ended. No escape. She had been wanted every since she was eight years old. She could read a dead language that could be used to find weapons of mass destruction. Obviously this sounded appealing to many sadistic people, hoping to destroy the world. A good thing was that people needed her alive, but with the government, some say it would be better to die.

Anyway, back to the point. She was trapped. Around her were tall buildings, at least 25 feet high. She couldn't climb out. The alley wasn't very wide, and she couldn't fight her way out. The only thing she could do was give up. That is, until she head a voice. Somebody was screaming. She looked around the alley and saw no one, except an also confused bounty hunter. She didn't think to look up, and that's where that voice was coming from. The bearer of the voice collided with the bounty hunter, head on head, probably cracking both of their skulls.

Robin looked over and sure enough blood was pouring from the bounty hunters head. She looked over to the other one. He was fine, physically at least. He wasn't bleeding miraculously. She looked up. Above her were only the high roofs, no windows or holes in the walls. It was really amazing, surviving at least a twenty foot drop, headbutting someones skull on the way down, and not bleeding.

She realized she was being too optimistic. For all she knew, her mysterious savior could be dead. She walked over to the body. It was a boy with a muscular but lean. He had black hair, and a scar under his left eye. He was wearing a blue t-shirt and blue jeans. He had a straw hat, hanging off his neck by a string. He looked young, maybe around 18.

She checked his pulse, and was surprised to find out he was still alive. She didn't just want to leave him here, like she would do with anyone else. He did save her, even if by accident. She felt a strange obligation to help this boy, so she picked him up and slung him over her shoulder. She was strong, even though she was so skinny. She had gained strength and wisdom through doing odd jobs, joining gangs, and wandering the streets. She started running when she was eight, and she was thirty now. Most people would be driven insane from just wandering for so long.

She signaled a taxi. She got in and put the boy next to her and told the driver her address. It was odd, this boy looked familiar from somewhere, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She stole another glance at him. It annoyed her, but she just couldn't remember where she knew him from. The cab coasted to a stop as the driver announced that they reached their destination. Robin handed the driver some money, picked up the boy, and proceeded to walk up the path to her apartment.

Her apartment wasn't anything impressive. You had to walk down a path to get to it. It was pretty secluded, good for a criminal. It was just your average brick building. Three floors high. Six apartments on each floor. Robin walked through the lobby, past Viola, one of the other tenants.

She got into the elevator. She lived on the third floor, room 17. She got off the elevator and walked past a tenant who lived next to her, Trafalgar Law. He waved to her, which she replied to with a smile. After she walked by him, Law got to catch a glance at who Robin had slung over her shoulder, and when he saw who he was his jaw dropped, unknown to Robin.

Robin put her hand into her pocket took out her key and unlocked her door. Law got up to tell her about who she had thrown over her shoulder, but was too late, for Robin was already in her room. "Well..." Law thought "shes in for a surprise later".

Robin laid the boy down on her couch. She walked into her kitchen and opened the fridge. Chicken? No. Bacon? No. Steak? Why not. Robin didn't know why she had so much meat in her fridge. She guessed she liked to stock up so she wouldn't have to go to the store. She was a bit anti-social. She put on grill she had on her balcony, which connected to her kitchen by a sliding glass door. She sat down in her living room on a chair next to the boy. She had nothing else to do besides read the newspaper so that's what she did.

The headlines? Monkey D. Luffy strikes again. That's a name shes familiar with. Monkey D. Luffy was the leader of a gang that she couldn't quite remember the name of. All you'd see in the paper now was Monkey D. Luffy. He kept doing suicidal things for people he'd just met and managing to survive them. He interested Robin. Apparently, his gang had just pulled off a major bank heist. There had to be something else going on. The government censored what they didn't want to get out but, in the underground you hear the truth.

The Strawhats always have a reason for doing what there doing. She heard on multiple occasions, Monkey D. Luffy claimed to have only started a gang to be free, to not have to follow laws.

She read a bit more about the robbery. Apparently, Monkey D. Luffy had been separated from the rest of his gang while escaping. Monkey D. Luffy nor anyone from the rest of his gang had been caught yet. She looked down at a picture of Monkey D. Luffy holding a gun, charging into the bank. Then it hit her. She looked up. That man with a gun was now lying on her couch.

And that's that. Hope you liked it! I enjoyed writing this one. I will try to get another one out shortly.