The Clown's Kiss (Buggy Fanfiction) [One Piece]

The Invite (Prologue)

Life in Orange Town has been far from tranquil in recent times. Over the past few months, the residents of this once peaceful community have found themselves plunged into a state of constant fear, all thanks to the menacing presence of a notorious pirate known as Buggy.

Nevertheless, Scarlet Moore firmly claims that the pain and suffering endured by many families weigh more heavily on her than on most others.

As a dedicated teacher, she stands at the heart of this community, guiding the young minds of children aged 6 to 10 as they sit at their desks, exhibiting remarkable poise and discipline – a stark attribute that has developed in repose to the harrowing presence of the pirates.

Therefore, Scarlet's role as an educator has cast her in the unique position of witnessing firsthand the transformation that has occurred among the town's youngest members. The pirate's menacing influence has compelled even the most tender of these children to quickly adapt to a life of restraint, silence, and inconspicuousness.

Day by day, she strives to foster a nurturing environment within her classroom, attempting to shield her students from the pervasive fear that grips their town. Scarlet becomes not only their teacher but also their confidant, offering a safe space where they can momentarily shed the burdens of their troubled reality.

With a gentle smile, Scarlet tenderly closes the book, the satisfying thud echoing through the classroom as she concludes the tale. Taking a moment, she perched herself partially on the edge of her desk, her gaze affectionately sweeping over the diverse array of faces that stare back at her.

The room is a tapestry of emotions – some children wear expressions of pure joy, having been thoroughly enchanted by the story, while others appear utterly flabbergasted by its unexpected ending.

Clearing her throat, Scarlet addresses her young audience, her voice warm and inviting. "So, my lovely students," she begins, her eyes twinkling with the spark of a dedicated teacher, "today's lesson has come to an end, unfortunately."

A collective sigh filled the room, a testament to the spellbinding journey they had all just shared.

"As your homework for tonight," she continues, her tone taking on a playful note, "I want each of you to take a moment to reflect on the story's ending. I could see the different emotions on your faces, and I'm curious to hear your thoughts and feelings about it."

Scarlet knows that fostering a love for literature goes beyond just reading it; it is about encouraging critical thinking and the expression of one's own perspective.

A hand suddenly shoots up, belonging to Sarah, one of the more eager students. "Yes, Sarah?" Scarlet encourages her to speak in front of everybody.

Sarah beams, her enthusiasm contagious. "I love the ending, Miss Moore! It was so unexpected, but it made me think about the whole story in a different way."

Scarlet nods approvingly. "That's wonderful, Sarah. A good ending can indeed cast a new light on the entire narrative. Who else would like to share their thoughts?"

A few more hands timidly make their way into the air, and Scarlet leads her class into a lively discussion about the book's conclusion. As the children voice their interpretations and debate the merits of the ending, Scarlet can't help but feel a profound sense of fulfillment. These moments of engagement and curiosity are precisely why she cherishes her role as a teacher, guiding young minds toward a deeper appreciation of the written word.

As the final bell rings, a lively chorus of chatter erupts among the children in the classroom. They swiftly begin to pack up their belongings, the room filling with the sounds of zippers zipping and notebooks sliding into backpacks. Some exchange quick words and laughter as they prepare to head home for the day.

Scarlet follows suit, neatly arranging her belongings on her desk. As she reaches for her pencil case to tuck it away into her bag, a gentle knock resounds at her classroom door, drawing her attention. She pauses, her hand hovering over the bag, and then looks towards the source of the interruption.

A fellow teacher, Mrs. Anderson, stands at the doorway, her expression a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. "Miss Moore?"

Scarlet, a touch surprised by the unexpected visit, shifts her focus to her colleague. "Yes, Mrs. Anderson?" she responds, her tone warm and inquisitive.

The older woman, her hair adorned with glistening silver strands, enters the classroom with a warm and welcoming smile. As the last of the children exits the classroom, the door is left slightly ajar, allowing a soft stream of natural light to filter in. The two teachers now find themselves alone, their surroundings bathed in the hush that follows the departure of the students.

Anderson begins the conversation as she leans casually against the classroom wall. "We were discussing plans for next week," she says, her tone carrying a sense of purpose. "You see, the clown pirates have 'invited' everyone to their show on Monday." She raises her eyebrows, emphasizing the word 'invited' with a wry smile, knowing full well the unusual nature of such invitations.

"We thought it would be a nice gesture to attend with the children, offering the parents a much-needed break," adds Mrs. Anderson, "Many of them have evening or night shifts and can't afford to miss work just to appease the pirates yet again."

Scarlet listens attentively, her thoughtful expression conveying her understanding of the situation. "That's a thoughtful idea," she remarks, her voice filled with appreciation. "I can see how it would ease the burden on the parents and provide a welcome diversion for the children. I'll certainly be there on Mondy to accompany my class to the show in the evening."

Anderson's smile widens, relieved by Scarlet's willingness to participate. "Thank you, Miss Moore. Suddenly, her eyes fill with concern. It seems that she remembers something. "However, Miss Moore," she warns in a low, measured tone, "please be extra careful not to get too involved with the acts. The children sometimes forget that this is not an actual circus but pirates playing their games."

Scarlet appreciates the guidance and nods in acknowledgment. "Of course," she replies, her commitment to the safety of her students unwavering. "I'll make sure to keep a watchful eye to ensure no one's getting hurt or caught up in any mischief. We want this to be an enjoyable experience for everyone."

As they conclude their discussion, Scarlet finishes packing her bag. A medley of emotions churns within her stomach – a curious blend of both fear and excitement. Scarlet has never accepted an invitation from the clown pirates before, secure in the knowledge that there will be plenty of other attendees, and her absence won't be noticed. Yet, as she contemplates the impending event, she can't help but wonder what this peculiar show will entail.