"If I die, so be it."
∆ Disclamers ∆
- SPOILERS
- GORE (Minors out of here)
- FAULTS (I'm rewriting all chapters)
I don't own One Piece's characteres but I own all of your earthien friends along with Panom, Godji, Kanda and Benkei : the rights are m...
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May 6th XXXX
Like usual, the thick forest surrounded their frail frame, still sore from the beating delivered by their comrade. Such a shame to stain their soft (s/c) flesh with red and purple. They weren't moving, lying on the fresh ground between wet leaves and crushed grass, the sky looming above their blurred vision. With drenched eyes, they stayed silent, breathing with the wind, creating memories that never happened. After a moment spent contemplating their fate, they stood up, ready to go back to hell.
It wasn't their first time in this forest. They knew it too well. They also knew what hid among those trees—what the orphanage concealed, or at least what the adults in charge did. Actually, this was no orphanage. Some establishments are merely excuses to conduct illegal activities. This one handed children over to the mafia and gangs that would shape them through violence. The orphanage received the money, using it for personal gain.
They walked forward, wandering along the way back without a care in the world, clinging to the emotions that threatened to spill out and make them seem weak. Little by little, those feelings faded as years flew by—forgetting emotions, never knowing what love or joy were.
The sun burned the grass as the trees lost their greenery. Summer was approaching. And the same figure stood in the middle of it. No burns, no wounds were visible anymore.
"That's unfortunate." Y/n stood before a shadow hidden behind a bush. "I didn't want you to find out." They didn't budge, remaining where they were.
"And?" They stared back, unaffected by the previous threats the unknown had thrown their way.
"I can't let you go." They shrugged. The shadow was still indistinguishable—but did it matter?
"I wasn't going anywhere." They leaned against a tree behind them. "But I'm certainly not going with you."
"Indeed, that's unfortunate." The bush rustled as the shadow stepped forward. A man—more like a young adult—towered over the younger being. Side by side, they could have been siblings; now, they were complete strangers. "You shouldn't be here," he paused. "You shouldn't know."
A long silence followed—simple words that carried far more weight than they seemed to.
"But here I am..."
"And here it ends." Y/n chuckled, finally showing a semblance of emotion—one born of disbelief.
"What a waste of your time, man. You came all the way here just to take me with you." Another minute passed without either of them speaking. "Funny thing is, you know you don't give a damn about your little sacrifice mission. You just want to end your miserable life." They clasped their hands together, as if to play it down.
"You're not a waste of time. I care. I do care." As if trying to convince himself, he repeated it like a broken record.
"You do?" There was no resentment in the question—only genuine curiosity, from a soul stripped of malice. "Is that what caring is? If I go with you, the first thing you'll do is shut me up. I don't care about you." They stepped closer to the man. "And I know I don't care, because if something happened to you, I'd feel that thing—the thing that makes me want to kill."
