"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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"From day one, the red dog's eyes were drawn to them, to a being full of secrets and surprises who never failed to strike a nerve..."
6 months later
"Where..." a low, controlled voice began, "is..." followed by an even harsher growl from the man himself, "...she."
He wore a cap bearing the insignia of the Marines. The Vice Admiral paced his office, heavy footsteps echoing as impatience radiated from him. The Den Den Mushi rang again and again, yet no one ever answered.
"Y/n!" Akainu slammed his fist down on the desk, splintering it under the force.
He was furious.
That damn woman had done it again. She always managed to get under his skin, and no matter what he did to get her attention, it never worked.
If only she could submit to his authority. But no—even so, he couldn't have it.
Six months of waiting. Six damn months, and he had asked her to be his partner. He was still waiting, while she was still missing. All of his troops were under pressure because of her absence; Sakazuki had to release his frustration somehow.
The Marines were praying for the Reaper's return. They were ready to praise her.
Sunlight bathed the headquarters as it set over the vast sea. Marine ships came and went without pause, while personnel of every rank followed their routines. Training, serving, filing reports, nothing ever changed in Marine life.
While one of their most feared figures was still missing, they acted as if she didn't exist.
Because no one could see the Reaper in their shadow. No one could see the danger ahead, except the caretaker of lost souls. And this time, she would fight against God's will to bring chaos.
Sakazuki grabbed his cap and threw it to the floor, a low growl of annoyance escaping him as he hung up. His eyes darted to the window as he scanned the horizon. Days ago, the cruise ship she had stolen returned without her.
They used the miserable excuse that she had taken a detour and would come back shortly.
She wasn't under his orders, and she was lucky. Because he wouldn't have let it slide the first time.
Not when she ignored him the day they met. Not when she "accidentally" destroyed his office. And certainly not when she mocked him in front of the new recruits.
She was a thorn in his side, but she did her job well. That was why he endured it, swallowing his pride and trying to gain even a fraction of her interest, so he could use her later.
Soon, a small ship appeared on the open sea, bathed in the last rays of light like a glimmer of hope.
It marked the return of a true enigma, the one who held the world between her fingers, her hand idly playing with the pencil that altered fates.
The red dog had no reason to receive her, not now. He would hold it in and push it to the next day. All he needed was proof of her return.
At last, the light faded completely, and night took control of the story...
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⭐ A/N 🗨️
Hey everyone! Never thought a 500-word chapter would take me so long. I really hate Sakazuki, and I had to force myself to write it. I guess I was just being dramatic. I just moved out, and now I might be even poorer than before, so I don't know how I'm going to organize my time.
