"If I die, so be it."
∆ Disclamers ∆
- SPOILERS
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- 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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Years ago : Awakening
The wind tangled through their hair, left messy by days of surviving in the jungle. They watched their skin knit itself back together after being torn open by a sort of giant dinosaur. Inside their other hand, they held a fruit, biting into it to regain the energy lost during the healing process.
It was strange, dying and falling into a world they had watched their entire life.
What were they supposed to do here? Was their world the original one? If they died here, would they wake up somewhere else? Could they even die at all? And what would happen if they couldn't eat while healing?
They were invincible, strong, immortal, but their flesh was as soft as anyone else's. And the monster they killed had still enjoyed itself while tearing into their skin.
A monster. In the end, weren't they one too? Definitely. But who was foolish enough to see monsters as something bad? The bad ones are usually disguised as sheep among the preys.
"It hurts." They prodded the wound absently and glanced at the corpse beside them. "What a waste."
Soon, they stood and disappeared back into the jungle to explore further, the wound already fading into a distant thought at the back of their mind.
Present
"Please, Vice Admiral. It's a gift from Sir Akainu, just put it on for one night." The girl begged, holding the long dress with trembling hands.
"Hell no. I have a sense of fashion, and it smells bad. Can't you bring me my usual clothes? Everyone else is going to be in uniform." You waved her off without a second thought. She sighed, defeated, and walked away to return the gift.
What a stupid idea, to arrange a ball. Marines weren't high nobles or anything. It was a complete waste of time for a ridiculous celebration. As if to say, we do our jobs so well that we can be lazy and dance. You flopped onto a couch near the window and waited for your clothes, trousers and a shirt, because you would never put on a dress.
"Y/n-sama!"
You turned your head toward the door, your chin resting comfortably in your palm.
"Godji, what is it?"
"Have you gotten your clothes yet? They called me for mine." He saluted and sat down across from you, tapping his fingers against his knees.
"Why can't we wear our own clothes?" you groaned, then ignored him afterward.
A bead of sweat rolled down Godji's temple as he glanced around, trying to fill the silence. What was justice, just another lie? This place held countless secrets. What forced people to obey rules, or worse, the judgment of complete strangers? Getting dressed for an event, killing for a belief, where was the line? Justice had no limits engraved into it. It was the ultimate power. And if holding it in the palm of your hand meant you could dress however you wanted at a ball, then damn right you would. Godji shot you worried looks as you smirked slyly and chuckled.
