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

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As the first rays of dawn gently creep through the parted curtains, a soft, golden hue spills into Scarlet's cozy bedroom. The room was bathed in a warm, serene light, casting a tranquil atmosphere over the stillness of the Saturday morning.

Scarlet lays nestled beneath her fluffy, lavender-scented comforted, her chest rising and falling rhythmically in the throes of deep slumber. Her long, ebony hair splayed across the pillow like a river of darkness, contrasting with the pale ivory of her pillowcase.

Her bedroom was a sanctuary of calm, adorned with shelves of well-loved books, and an assortment of potted plants that thrive under her nurturing care. Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting delicate, shadowy patterns on the walls. A soft breeze whispers through the open window, carrying with it the fragrance of blooming flowers from the garden below.

As Scarlet basks in the tranquil embrace of the early morning, a sudden, thunderous knock echoes through her otherwise serene bedroom, shattering the fragile peace that had enveloped her. Her eyes shoot open, and her drowsy expression quickly turns to one of irritation.

"Who could that be?" she grumbles under her breath, fumbling to untangle herself from the comforting cocoon of her bed.

With each step toward the bedroom door, her mood darkens. She wore a scowl that could rival a brewing storm as she marched forward, her bare feet padding lightly on the cool wooden floor. The rhythmic pounding on the door continues, growing even more impatient.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming!" Scarlet mutters with annoyance, her voice a soft growl. Her disheveled hair cascades down her shoulders, and her pajamas cling to her frame as she approaches the intruding sound.

She reaches the front door of her small house and flings it open with an exasperated huff, ready to unleash her pent-up frustration on the uninvited intruder.

"Good morning, sweet cheeks!" Buggy's boisterous greeting rings out, breaking the morning's tranquillity. He doesn't wait for an invitation, his exuberance propelling him forward as he brushes past Scarlet and strolls into her house, his footsteps echoing on the hardwood floors as if he owned the place.

Scarlet, still in a state of half-dreamy disarray, rubs her eyes in disbelief. The sudden intrusion into her peaceful morning feels surreal as if she has been yanked from a dream into a rather unusual reality.

Her eyelids flutter open, and she stares at Buggy with a mix of confusion and curiosity. "Why are you here?" She questions, her voice tinged with both surprise and annoyance. As she stands in her doorway, focusing her attention solemnly on Buggy, she fails to notice the subtle but curious activity unfolding around her.

Unbeknownst to her, a few of her neighbors, drawn by the presence of the eccentric clown pirate, had pushed aside their curtains and blinds, their inquisitive gazes focused keenly on the unfolding scene.

These once-trusting members of the community, who had long held their beloved teacher in high regard, now harbor a growing sense of unease. They even maintain their windows and door slightly ajar, eager to catch every morsel of conversation drifting from the porch.

Yet, as Scarlet decisively closes her front door, she inadvertently shuts her neighbors out of the remaining private conversation between herself and the clown pirate. It leaves the neighbors to speculate and conjecture, piecing together fragments of what they had heard and seen.

Buggy, seemingly unfazed by the all commotion he causes, saunters further into Scarlet's living room. He inspects the framed photographs on the wall, skims through the titles of her books on the nearby shelf, and picks up a trinket from the mantel, examining it with a childlike wonder.