Our Alpha (One Piece Fanfic)

1. Foosha Village

    The wind blew strongly in the mountainside. The air chilly but not cold enough to cause snow. Clouds of hot air escape your lips. Your (s/c) right hand hold onto your tacky brown cowboy hat as to keep it from being blown away while your left hand hold onto the straps of your small but packed travelling bag swung over your left shoulder. Your (f/c) cowboy boots walk at a steady pace towards the gateway to the small village.

   You past by an old and worn sign, Foosha Village, it says, just as another gust of cold wind swept your (h/l) (h/c) hair. Despite the cold atmosphere, you're only wearing a thin sleeveless (f/c) shirt and torn jeans that only reach below your knees.

   Under the rim of your cowboy hat, your (e/c) irises scan the small town in the middle of nowhere. In front of you is a large rusty metal gate which you guess was always open. On top of it is a carved wolf howling inside a round wooden frame. The road you're walking on leads to a wide tarred road big enough for two cars to past without difficulty and two small paths for pedestrians on each side of the road. In either side along the road lies a row of buildings. They seem old but strong enough to last a few more generations. Beyond the small secluded town is a thick forest connected to the mountain behind.

   Your eyes glance at the happy town folks chatting to each other. They seem friendly. The lack of tall poles with connecting wires tells you that the small town barely has any communications with the outside world. Perfect.

   A small secluded town, barely any technology, no connection to the outside world and friendly townspeople. Hope you could stay here for a few years before having to move again.

   You stop at the gate, wondering if you could stay here for ten years before getting caught before footsteps caught your attention. You turn your head slightly towards the silver-haired man headed towards you. White smoke surrounds him due to him smoking two cigars. The smell almost make you cough.

   But you didn't, because there is something else with his scent. A scent you haven't smell for decades. And it has nothing to do with him smoking two cigars. Your eyes widen slightly but your face remains neutral. Unconsciously, your hand grab the hidden necklace under your shirt.

   "And who might you be?" Your voice is soft but held authority as you ask him. The man halt, watching you with calculating eyes before answering.

   "Don't you know it's good manners to give your name first before asking someone for theirs?" The man counters. You smirk.

   "Well, I'm not one for manners." You turn fully towards the silver-headed man, extending your hand.

   "(Y/n). Nice to meet you." He shakes your hand.

   "Smoker, chief police of Foosha Village. I take it you're the one who owns the mansion at the end of the village?" You give a small nod.

   "The town's not that big. Want a tour?" Smoker said, pointing a thumb towards a police car behind him.

   "Sounds nice. Thank you." You agree, opening the passenger side before getting in. Smoker was already waiting for you inside.

   Overall the town wasn't that small. It has a big hospital, few schools and a huge famous university.

   "You've enrolled?" Smoker suddenly asks after passing by One Piece University.

   "You mean the university? Yeah. I'm surprised a small town like this has a very famous university." You answered.

   "Which reminds me. Why does a young woman such as yourself, would move into a secluded town all the way in the middle of nowhere, where there's hardly any modern technology and no connection to the outside world?" Smoker asks, curious.