A/N:: So I have decided to rewrite my story 'Guard Me'! YAY~! Well anyways, I apologize for any mistakes, this is hot off the press and I just couldn't wait to post, so I hope you enjoy this story!

I may even do the little chat thing for old times sake! Shishi~!

Onward!

Guard Me

The room echoed with voices as I laid on my bed staring up at the dark grey ceiling with a sigh. It has been a few nights here in this mysterious place I woke up and recollect nothing of what happened until that day. Thinking back I remembered waking up to a male watching me, which scared us both because I screamed and he did too from being startled. The guy explained that it was a prison where no one knows why they are here and just kind of have to get used to it.

It's hard to get used to the fact that I am roughly in my early twenties and don't know anything about myself. Though, I have come to accept it since it seemed a bit impossible to escape and it really wasn't that bad. We got three meals a day, two recess and a cell buddy.

As anyone would think; three walls were of concrete, maybe stone, and then the one had strong bars with the cell door locked tight. The sound of a ball smacking onto the wall and floor was from my friend as we did that on occasion to pass the time. We both didn't care much for books, him kind of liking them on occasion if they were more on the fantasy side.

Shifting to sit up since the talking was at full bloom, meaning everyone was up bustling before the signal for breakfast goes off. I moved to hang over the side to look down at the bottom bunk. The male below me had long curled brown hair that was tied back with a bandana. Murky hazel eyes watched attentively as he timed on when to catch the ball. His skin was a little darker than mine, as were mine looked like a tan his was more olive like. The most noticeable feature on him though was his nose. It wasn't like a big sign, but it hooked out a bit more than most. Unlike my clothes, he wore a quarter sleeve white shirt with black pants and black shoes.

I wore a short sleeve shirt with a pair of black shorts.

"Hey, Nine!" A startled yelp left him as the ball soon snapped up to hit his face. Another cry left him whilst grasping his face and I laughed out. "You're so funny!"

"Geez! You scared me, Four!" I moved to slide off the top and land next to him as he still sat with hands rubbing his face. Laughter left me again as I taunted him on how he needed to be more aware, which riled him since I startled him.

Dun-Dun.

The sound had mostly quiet down before more talks of food was in the air as that was the signal for breakfast. Ah, yeah, the name's four, or what I was given anyway, and my mark was placed into the middle of my collar bone like everyone else so you can clearly see who was who. The prison only held around fifty people and since it started from that number they must be running out of room. A finger found it subconsciously as it still throbbed lightly from it being a few days fresh. How I didn't feel it when I was knocked out amazes me.

"Oi, let's go." A grin was on me as I looked right over to our assigned guard. Every cell had an assigned guard, someone to keep tabs on you. This brutal looking guy is Zoro, with his short green hair and striking emerald eyes. A tan polo was on him with a pair of green pants and black boots strapped tight. Then on his hip was a single white katana that had gold lining making an extravagant pattern on the hilt. It was no wonder some of the prisoners feared him as he always had a scowl and would sneer at anyone who walked by. Some even traded another guard because they didn't care for him. Though this muscly guy didn't fool me, I knew deep down he just needed someone there for him.

"Zoro~!" I whined out as I walked over with a pout and arms waving around. "Nine's being mean!"

"Haaah? Am not! You were poking fun at my reflexes!" We were back at it as the door opened up and I stepped out with arms out.

"Knock it off you two!" A scared whimper left Nine as he cowered with shaky arms out as he was to be inspected in a quick pat through. Laughter left me as we began following behind Zoro with me nudging my cellmate before shifting forward more.

"Mah, mah, Zoro!" I was still slightly behind the man, but stood a bit to the side to see up at him. He gets very testy if I am right beside or in front of him.

"Huh?"

"Do you guys eat before us?" A shrug left him as I knew it was a 'yes' from just experiencing his reactions these past few days. "Do we eat the same? Do you guys live here too? It must be hard having to tend to us!" I whined out and this grumble left him as he tilted his head to the side. This had me imagine him roll eyes before I chuckled out at his reactions. "You're so cool, Zoro! I like that you're our guard! I hope you don't get reassigned! I like seeing your super cool hair! Then it's funny when you sneer at people even though your just like all happy—"

"Do you ever shut up?" Emerald eyes snapped to me as I noticed the familiar look, but it was softer and I stared up at him with a mouth wide open.

"Ah… Zoro likes my compliments!" A grin left me with a laugh as he turned away with grumbles and a hand rubbing his neck. The sound of the cafeteria was ahead as we entered and he stepped to the side to let us in. "See you later, Zoro!" I stated out with a grin before doing a light skip and moving my way to the lunch line. Nine followed after to be right behind me before the others could get between us.

"You are crazy for talking to him like that!" A questioning noise left me as he said that out and the line was steady pace.

"Why? He's super cool!" This laugh left me as he merely shook his head and we appeared to the window. "Ou! Thanks, Sanji!" I grinned to the cook who was serving trays and that blue eye looked to me with a flicker to my number.

"You better eat it all!" The man spoke out as blonde hair covered his other eye, but I wondered if it was curly like his other brow.

"Of course! It's so delicious!" This cup was tossed to me and I grasped it quickly before cheering out. "Thanks, Sanji!" I began laughing as I walked off whilst holding the extra cup of mashed potatoes.

"The guy hates everyone!" Nine was completely shocked as we moved to our table and I sat next to another friend of mine.

"Look, it's Four!" The person now across from me called out whilst an arm was over my shoulder and I was taken into a squeezing hug.

"Ah, Eleven!" I looked up into matching brown eyes as freckled cheeks rose with his grin. This man was like an older me with brown unkempt hair and same eyes, but I just didn't have those freckles. Eleven had a sleeveless shirt that was unbuttoned, which he got that choice for being here for a year where you can change a piece of clothing, and some black shorts like mine plus black boots.

"There's my little Four! You guys made the whole place crack up with your shouts!" A laugh left him before was complaining as a hand ruffled his hair. "Oi! Quit it, old man!"

"Ah? Old man? Where?" A man with brilliant red hair was using a hand to shade his eyes as he seemed to look out to search for something. A laugh left me at his humor before flicking his greyish-blue eyes at me. The three lined scar over his eye always left me wondering on how he got it, but no one remembers anything and he's been here for over two years. A white short sleeved polo was on him with some green tinted pants and black boots. According to him, a little confusion was made, but most knew him by now and by the number forty standing out between his collarbones.

"You're funny, Forty!" Another sputtered laugh left me before digging into the roast beef in front of me.

"Oh, you got an extra mashed potato!" Eleven commented before I heard a joyous laugh in front of me.

"Four seems to always be special! Yohohoho!" The pale man was waving a hand at his mouth with his laugh and it was amazing on how thin he was, but he also didn't eat a lot of food like Eleven and I did.

"Mah, Twenty-Two, don't you know? He's the new favorite!" Forty claimed out with a hand waving out to the mentioned male as he patted his black afro like hair to soon find a comb in it.

"Ah, I guess you are right. Yohoho!" The short laugh left him as he went through his hair a few times, maybe sensing a tangle somewhere? The table erupted in laughter and we began a discussion on certain things and filling me in on anything I needed to know since each friend of mine has been here a while, Nine has only been here four months, but still knew most things.

Dun-Dun.

"Finally! Fresh air!" Eleven exclaimed with a stretch and we began dumping our trays of any trash and headed outside. The sun blazed down at me with those warming rays and we went to sit at some low bleachers with only three benches. Of course, it only took a few minutes into our little recess to have Eleven engaging his guard, Marco, into a game of ball on the court.

The blonde tried to act uninterested, but Eleven was taunting him with a winning grin. Blue eyes had flickered with something before smirking and Eleven cheered up before they headed for the court. The guard didn't have a weapon on him like most, but on occasions he was seen with a baton or a wakizashi. Though, I think Marco knew that Eleven would come up to him for a game and usually places it somewhere during this time.

"Those two, I swear." Forty commented with a laugh as he stood with his back against a fence. Cheers left me for the two before Eleven waved me over and we both began teaming up. A while into the game a hand shot out to catch the ball and I looked to a smirk.

"Zoro!" I called out as the man began dribbling the ball before passing it to Marco and this challenging look was on him. We both took up that blazing feeling and was shoving each other as we played a rough game.

Prisoner versus Guard.

Dun-Dun.

The ball swooshed in the net from Eleven and I whined out at the sound. "Already?" I asked out with a pout as an arm was around my shoulder and a laugh in my ear.

"We still won, Four! Told you, Pineapple!" An accusing finger was at his guard who rolled his eyes with arms crossing.

"Let's go, Eleven. Don't dawdle." Marco began walking off as I noticed he followed with complaints of leaving in his victory.

"Come on, Four." I looked to see a hand tugging at the tan polo that stuck to his skin.

"Right, Zoro!"