I have thought of this idea while I was chasing away boredom one day. It isn't completly like what I had started it out to be in my head, but I figured I would try it out as a fanfic. In all honesty, you don't have to like it. Whether it gets reviews or not I shall continue to write this story because I enjoy it. I also have time on my hands that I should probably do something with relating to school, but that probably won't be happening any time soon. So without further ado, the random story that I shall try as my first shōnen ai/yaoi bit. Please don't judge, the story was originally a love type of thing and, sadly, I'm not that big a fan of the girls in One Piece. Don't get me wrong I think they are great for those older/younger sister types, also best friend, but pairing, not so much. Any way, I don't own the characters and now please enjoy.

Luffy's POV

This isn't how it was supposed to be. Sure it was easy but there wasn't supposed to be any feelings attached. I'm a professional and this is the greatest disaster of my life. How could I have screwed up so badly? Sure he was hot, kind, a little bit forceful, and protective but I've dealt with guys like him all the time before. Why is he so different? Why do I want him to save me this nightmare so badly? When did this even start? Oh, right. It started when I was left on the streets to die, so long ago. I was then picked up by a strange man with a pigeon on his shoulder. He told he would save me but look at me now. I'm a prisoner. Forced into working with these no good criminals just because the big boss saved me. I'm nothing more than a caged bird to them. Fragile but able to con even the most… "innocent" of men and women. I am nothing more than a thief that uses lust to achieve my purpose and fool those poor saps who are too fucking stupid to know that I don't actually care about them.

That's right, this job was no different than the last. I was watching the crowd at Grand Line Station, well it was more observing the crowd but who cares. I had been there for well over four hours and both Kaku and Blueno looked sick of waiting. So I decided it was time to leave since it didn't look like today was my lucky day when the subway entered the station. I started to turn my head as the doors opened and my eyes were immediately attracted to a man with white hair. Judging from his face he didn't look to be past his thirties, though there was a scar that ran from his forehead, travels over his right eye, and ends at the side of his face, at least it looked like it ended. He wore a business suit, though it looked rather small and uncomfortable on him. I should have just walked away, I could tell that he was too flashy for any good to come out of - doing business with him.

I didn't listen.

I trailed my head over to my two "keepers" and brought it back to the white haired man. Without looking to see if they understood, I found myself walking over to him. I was halfway there when Kaku stopped me. I turned around and saw that look that said that Lucci, the man who "saved" me, wanted to see me. At that I panicked. Normally I would have resigned myself to go and see the man that I despised, but something just didn't sit right with me. I shoved Kaku away from me and ran. I almost ran right into Blueno but just barely managed to slip by him.

My eyes scanned the crowd, looking for the white hair I felt that I so desperately needed. When my eyes finally found it I ran with all my might to him. I grabbed onto his back just as another train entered the station. With a start, the man turned around and I looked straight into his silver eyes. I almost lost the words that I was going to say but the sound of Kaku and Blueno getting closer snapped me back to thinking. "Help me," it was barely a whisper. My voice shocked me. I could act, but not as well as I had just pleaded to this man.

The man did what, oddly, I didn't expect. He put his arm around my waist and pulled me into the train, doors shutting behind us. He held onto me tightly as the train left the station and I could feel that there was tension present around him. I tried to turn around only once, but that one time he had tightened his grip and I was forced to remain facing the door. Now that I wasn't panicking I noticed that this white haired man was well, and I mean well, toned. I found his muscles rather relaxing and ended up, unintentionally, dozing off. As my eyes slowly closed shut, I noticed that he was looking at me with analyzing eyes.

Smoker's POV

I had heard the rumors but in all honesty I didn't believe a word. A young male, onyx hair, amethyst eyes with a scar under the left eye and a straw hat either on his head or hanging on his back had been seen in Grand Line Station quite a few times in the past month. Now originally I just wanted to yell at my superiors that this "questionable" guy was one of thousands that frequented the station and that they could drop the shit act and just get on with their lives. After seeing said young man I had three thoughts come rushing into my head one after the other. The first thought was that this was the best shit act that I have ever had the pleasure of seeing. The second thought was that I needed to write a letter of apology to my superiors. The third thought was that the kid looked scared shitless.

He only confirmed my last thought when he slightly glanced back, a normal person would have missed it, and barely whispered, "Help me." I froze. I will admit it, though it pains me, that I didn't know how to respond to that. I heard a slight sound, of what I forgot, and I quickly wrapped my arm around his slender waist and pulled him aboard the train just as the doors shut. I barely noticed the two figures that looked like hell was going to rain down. I could only guess they were who I was saving the kid from.

We stayed in that position for a while, I looked into the window to analyze his reflection. He tried to turn so I tightened my grip and kept him facing away from me, I didn't need to fall victim to the stupid rumors that were floating around. He complied and I finally noticed how skinny he was. Yes, I fucked up for a second time within the span of thirty minutes. I was holding onto the boys waist, how could I have not have told that he was skinny sooner.

I felt the boy relax in my hold and I watched as he drifted from consciousness, eyes meeting through the reflection just before his closed. I supported his weight but the way I was holding him was awkward and uncomfortable. So I picked the boy up and ended up carrying him bridal style so that we didn't overload the crowded train car. He seemed to recognize this hold for he brought his hands to my stupid suit and grabbed on. He clutched it in his hand and looked to relax just a little bit more.

I sighed and thought about what to say to the people who waiting for me at work. I wasn't a fan of leaving Tashigi to run things on her own though I know she is more than capable of doing it. I sighed and waited for the train to get where it was going, seeing as how I no fucking clue where we were headed. That's what happens when you have no fucking clue what you're supposed to save a stupid as shit stranger from. I took almost all of it back when he nuzzled his head into my chest. What the hell did I do to deserve this.

Almost half-an-hour later I got off the train at East Blue Station and found myself thanking whoever decided that I deserved this. Luck, though I don't want to admit it, seemed to be somewhat on my side. I left the underground and hailed a cab so that I didn't have to walk around the small town carrying the boy. I had a good reputation and I knew people wouldn't really question it, but something told me to keep him hidden.

I didn't need to tell the driver where to take me, as I said it's a small town, everyone knows everyone and everything in that town. I brought out my phone however and flinched slightly as I saw that I had almost fifty messages from the people at work. I hit my least favorite number on my phone, its two in case you're. wondering, and brought the phone up to my ear.

"Where the hell are you?" the voice demanded at the other end as soon as the person answered.

"In a cab heading home," I gruffed out. He was not going to be happy.

"Shouldn't you be heading into work you dumbass bastard, fucking-" I stopped as I figured that the curses were just going to continue from there. Instead I found myself looking at the sleeping boy next to me. His head was resting on my leg while his body curled itself onto the seat. I kept looking at the boy but brought my attention back to my yelling co-worker, "-are you even listening you asshole?"

The boy once again nuzzled into me and I couldn't help but smirk, "I had a sudden change of plans."

"Oh, and who authorized this?"

"You did yesterday, don't you remember?"

I was answered by silence. The man seemed to understand what I was talking about but wasn't quite sure. "Are you saying that you believe in that- oh now how did you put it- shit ass story that I told you yesterday?" the voice answered both carefully and with a touch of pure poison in it.

"Yes sir, I certainly do. You'll have your letter of apology as I soon as I get around to writing it," I spoke with as much formality as I could, trying not to anger him further. I was slowly starting to fear for my subordinate's life.

He sighed then spoke. "Keep with you, try to have an eye on him at all times, do not trust a thing he says but try to get information out of him without letting on too much, do not under any circumstances tell him what you do, and I swear Smoker, if I don't have that letter by the end of the week I am going to make your life more of a living hell than it already is," at that the call was dropped.

"Great, just great. Thanks Marty and keep the change," I got out of the cab and gently brought the boy back up into a bridal carry. He was light enough, not to mention skinny enough, to carry in this pose with one hand. So I thankfully didn't need to ask Coby, the door man, for assistance. Making my way up to the top of Loguetown Apartment Complex, I happily opened my door and walked inside. Sick of the stupid suit that I was forced to wear I set the boy gently on the couch and went to my room to change. I only finished unbuttoning it when I heard the clatter of glass shattering and quickly moved into the room I had left the boy in. I don't know if it was a good or bad thing but the boy was up and he had the eyes of a beast trapped inside a cage with no way out.