"Here lies our wildest adventures!"
ᝰ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈, wakes up in a strange world full of pirates who are after the one piece. She meets a strange yet chaotic pirate crew called the 'Straw Hats'. Follow her and the straw hats o...
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༄Waking up in bed was a ritual everyone knew too well. The softness of blankets, the weight of a pillow beneath one's head, the familiar shadows of a room greeting you the moment your tired eyes blink open. Home. Safety. Normality.
But when Kamaki's eyelids fluttered apart that morning, there was no such comfort.
Her dark red eyes burned against the harsh sting of sunlight that poured mercilessly down on her face, as though the sky itself had chosen her as its target. She groaned, rolling onto her side, clutching at her temple when a sharp, piercing pain slammed through her skull—like a brick hurled without warning. Her breath trembled, her heart pounding with a disoriented rhythm.
This wasn't her bed. This wasn't even her world.
Blinking rapidly, Kamaki forced herself to sit up, her fingers digging into the soft soil beneath her. A forest. She was surrounded by towering trees whose leaves whispered with the wind, shafts of light breaking through the branches like shattered glass. There were no familiar streets, no playgrounds buzzing with children, no hum of people walking by. Only silence, broken by the distant chirp of birds and the rustle of wildlife.
What happened? Did she wander off too far, collapse, maybe hit her head against a rock? She shook the thought away, knowing deep down that wasn't it. This... this was something else.
Pushing herself onto her feet, Kamaki brushed the dirt from her black shorts and tugged at her white hoodie. Normally, she'd keep her grayish hair tucked away beneath her hood—hair that seemed to fade into nothing, like strands pulled straight from mist. It was always safer to keep it hidden. But here? Nobody was around. She was in the clear. For now.
The air sparkled strangely, bubbles drifting lazily as if born from the trees themselves, shimmering like tiny glass orbs. Butterflies flitted past her, their wings painted in hues of sunrise, while squirrels scurried across the roots. At first glance, it looked almost dreamlike, whimsical even—like she had stumbled into a fairytale.
But fairytales always had their monsters.
Her body stiffened when she caught sight of movement in the distance. A group of men—strange, oddly dressed—emerged from between the trees. They carried swords at their hips, rusty pistols strapped at their belts, their ragged clothes patched and torn but with a strange, menacing pride. Kamaki frowned, glancing down at her own hoodie and shorts. She suddenly felt out of place, as though her fashion had been stolen from another world entirely.
Did I miss something? Or am I just... completely lost?
Her chest tightened as she eased closer, ducking low behind a tree to hear them. The men stood in a loose circle, their voices rough and edged with greed.
"That 400 million berry bounty is mine!" one snarled, thrusting a weathered straw hat onto his head. His grin curled like smoke, sharp and unsettling.
"Straw Hat Luffy, the pirate!" another shouted, his laughter breaking into an unhinged cackle that made Kamaki's skin crawl.
Her blood ran cold. Luffy? She knew that name. Knew it in the way a child knows legends, the way a heart recognizes a story before a brain does. She leaned in, desperate to hear more. But in that instant, fate betrayed her.
SNAP.
The brittle crack of a branch beneath her shoe shattered the air.
Kamaki froze. Shit.
The men whipped their heads around, voices sharp.
"Oi! Someone's there!"
She could hear their boots crunching against the forest floor, footsteps drawing closer, hunting.
"Come out, little boy! We know you're there!" one of them barked, his voice dripping with mockery.
Kamaki clenched her jaw. Little boy? For a second, she debated staying hidden. But with pistols and swords pointed her way, there was no use. With a resigned sigh, she stepped out from behind the tree, hands raised in mock surrender.
"Okay, you caught me," she muttered, her crimson gaze sweeping over them. "So what? Are you guys criminals?" Her brow arched, her posture calm, though every nerve in her body buzzed with caution.
The man in the straw hat sneered. "Tch. Of course we are. Pirates! You've got money on you, don't ya?"
Another shoved a gun in her face, while a third yanked her by the arm, dragging her forward. Kamaki didn't resist—not yet. She needed answers.
"Say..." she spoke evenly, ignoring the cold steel aimed her way, "do you even know where I am?"
Her question drew a chorus of cruel laughter, the men sneering as though she were the dumbest creature alive. One with greasy, yellow-streaked hair spat near her shoes.
"You're on Sabaody, brat," he said, his teeth stained and crooked.
The man in the straw hat tugged roughly at her hoodie, jerking her forward until her hood fell back. Strands of silver-gray spilled into the sunlight, glowing faintly as though alive. Kamaki stiffened—no one was supposed to see that.
"Well, well," the man mocked, his eyes narrowing with greed. "Pretty little thing, aren't ya? Name's Monkey D. Luffy. Pirate. Hand over your money, and maybe I'll let you walk away."
Her gaze flicked to the bounty poster he waved around. The resemblance was nonexistent. The real Straw Hat Luffy was a boy of fire and freedom, not this liar with dead eyes and a voice dripping with malice.
Her lips curled. An imposter.
The laughter around her grated, the stink of their arrogance filling her lungs. Something inside her snapped—like the branch beneath her foot. Her crimson eyes glowed faintly, her glare sharp as a blade.
And then, without lifting a hand, without whispering a word, the men collapsed. One by one, they crumpled to the ground, weapons slipping from their fingers, their breaths stolen by a force they couldn't name.
Kamaki blinked, her chest rising and falling. No surprise touched her face—she thought it was merely her own infinite powers stirring. She had no idea that this was something else entirely, something ancient and primal coursing through her veins. Conqueror's Haki.
She stepped over their unconscious bodies, her expression unreadable.
Little did she know, this was only the prologue.
Because her path had crossed, unknowingly, with the legend himself. Her true adventure—the kind filled with friends, enemies, freedom, and love—was about to begin.
And it all started with a stolen straw hat.
— A/N: CHAPTER HAS BEEN REWRITTEN! STILL SHORT THOUGH!!
