well, it's not my fault that I don't have a scanner to uppload the pics XD
But my boredom made me try to write a fanfic. Its only the beginning and the first chap isnt finished, but still. If you don't have anything other to do, pleeease fix the grammar
<3
This is my first try to write something a little bit serious in english, lol i hate that language


He opened his the door to his aparment on the third floor. It wasn't much but it was his home. The apartment hadn't cost so much and for the price he got it it looked really good. Exept it could need a proper clean up, as his own life, the man in the door thought. He walked in, carefull not to step on the junk on the floor, you never knew what it could hide. The young man was quit happy about not having, even one person, dear to his heart. If he had, he would have to clean the apartment. Something he did not look forward to.
While making his way to the shower he tried to remember how the apartment looked like one year before when he just had moved in. He sighed loudly and shoke his head, it was compleatly impossible. The apartment had be this dirty as long as he could remember but he didn't feel like changing that now. He was used to the mess, the mess itself was his home.
The man stepped in to the bathroom and a slight grin came up on his face, never reaching the eyes. The bathroom was the only room were you could see the floor and even more important, you could walk at it without trip over his stuff laying throwed everywere. The room was small and white. Everything followed the white theme exept for the dust, unwashed clothes and the blue-grey curtains to the shower. He started to unbutton his Green shirt. The man usually didn't wear green but today haven't had an alternative. All of his clothes had the sunken smell of sweat. The green shirt was the only thing that he had found whose smell wasn't too bad. He made a quiet promise to himself that he would do the laundry tomorrow.
After taking of the rest of his clothes he looked into the mirror. He inspected the black eyes that looked back at him, whitout any sort of brightness. It was normal, he prefered to not show his emotion and thought it was better to show a blank face instead of his own sorrow. The man closed his eyes for a second and shoke his head lightly, refused to let the memories up to the surface. He let his eyes slide open again and continoued to explore the man in front of him. He took a firm grep around the zinks edge and layed himself forward to se his own face in close up. He wasn't ugly, no, that wasn't the reason that he hadn't found anyone yet. He knew that many of the girls in school had an eye for him, but he couldn't care less. His face was rough and his jaws strong. Looking even more close he figured out that he needed a shave.
three golden earrings dangled from his left ear. It was a mysterium why, som years ago he would have laughed at any guy wearing earrings, but now he felt himself attached to them. Not willing to take them of. The man himself thought it was a good contrast to the hair. The hair was quite a story itself. He loosened the grep of the zink with one of his hand and let it through the short green hair. In the beginning he hated his hair just as everyone else. His childhood had been hard because of the cursed green hair. The thought of dye it had came up in his mind more than once, but something was making it hard to take that step. The green was a part of himself and he didn't need to throw away more of him than he had already done in the past. On top of that his hair was the only thing left to remaind him of...The man shoke his head, this time furious. He laughed at the thought of getting a headache because all the shaking he had done the last minutes. The greenhaired man glared sceptical at himself one more time before he turned into the shower.
He let the warm water washing of every inch of dirt of his muscular body. He reached for the shampoo and started to massage his hair, soon to be lost in the heath of the water.
While standing in the shower the young man didn't noticed the knock on his door. To a normal man it could be just anyone. But for the younger man it was something that was new since he moved in. A letter slided under the door of Roronoa Zoro. To be left with the other junk on the floor, almost impossible to find.

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Zoro runned to the kitchen, it wasn't the most easy thing to do but he made it somehow. How could he forgott to put on the alarm. He blamed himself. He would be late, or maybe even skip work. School was more important. He needed to go to the library. The young man usually did his homelworks on time. But home economics was such a boring subject and he couldn't care about getting a good grade there. There was only one reason that he had picked the subject. Zoro did his best to convince himself that he hadn't picked it because he loved to eat but that he wanted to be able to take more responsability. It was useless, he knew himself and that reason would never make him want to take such a boring class. The homeworks he used to get in class was almost always to be answered mouthly, but the teacher had suddently changed his mind and they were now supposed to figure out their own special meal and cook it for the rest of the class tomorrow.
Zoro searched the refridgerator in hope to find something to eat, knewing there wasn't the slightest chance he closed the door again. He muttered frustrated, it was enough to do this impossible task, and now he needed to do it on an empty stomach too. It couldn't get any worse. The greenhaired mans anger raised. He couldn't cook at all! In class his cooking partner always did the cooking, afraid that Zoro would blow the whole school up. It sounded impossible for a normal person to do, but with Zoro's skills in the kitchen, it was more likely possible. He didn't complain though. It fitted him perfectly to take a nap, standing against the wall in the schoolkitchen and not drawing more attention than normally and then eat the food that his partner cooked. It wasn't superb but it was eatable.
Knowing the day at the library would be long, he grabbed some dirty, oldlooking, grey sweatpants and looked for money in the pockets. Happy with the results he pulled them on. He knew no one would dare to lay a comment about the smell. Most of the people that came near hade a glimt of fear in their eyes. Jumping over the junk on the floor he reached the bathroom and pulled on the green, wierdlooking, shirt from yesterday. Unhappy with his look, but unable to do anything abour it, he jumped over the junk once again and made his way to the small livingroom. He concidered the alternative of taking one of the librarys slow running computers. He knew that he didn't have the patient for it. After taking a deep breath the muscular man dived in the junk on the floor and began to search for his laptop. 30 minutes later he went out of the main entrance out on the parkinglot. Zoro looked up at the grey sky. The scent of rain was in the air. He felt pleased about the weather, sure he liked when the sun was shining, but he felt more comfortable in this weather. He took his eyes from the sky and began walking the streets. He didn't even care about trying to find the right way. The library was somewere in town and he was too, in other words; he was going to find it.
Zoro looked down on his feet. His before white sneakers had now more of a grey shade. He knew he shouldn't have bought the shoes in white, he knew this would happen, and still.. The young man felt the anger once again wrap around him. On top of that, he felt like he had walked around for hours. When he tried to suck in the enviroment around and he couldn't reconize were he was, not even a bit. The greenhaired man cursed his bad scence of location deeply and began to swear. When he thought it couldn't even get worse the sky opened up and the rain came. The water rushed as angry bee's down from the sky, attacking everything in their way. In hope of saving his laptop Zoro putted it under his shirt and began to run. The library couldn't be too far away. Luckily he made it to the library after only 30minutes.
He put his hand in his pocket and took out his cellphone. Not knowing what time it was made him nervous. He wondered if he could made it. He had given up on the thought of going to work today already, he was more concerned about the task.
Maybe it was for the best Zoro's cellphone had died in loose of battery. The man screamed out loudly but it would have been worse if the phone actually had worked and showed the time. He glared at the black screen while trying to keep the impuls of throwing it in the ground away.
It was warm inside of the library, Zoro could feel that. But it still didn't help. He was soking wet. In a try of showing respect he went to the bathroom and did his best of dry him self before entering the big hall. It was pointless. He looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was in a darker nyance of green, his shirt was more forestgreen than green and his grey pants was almost black because of the rain. The soking clothes was stuck as glue on his body and showed every inch of muscles that the greenhaired had. At least his computer was alright, or so he hoped.
He walked out of the bathroom and made his way to the tables and chairs.