Strong(One Piece x Reader)[EDITING IN PROGRESS]

It's Time

One more day.  And you'll arrive to your planned destination.

Just one more, and you will get to see Ace. Afterwords, Luffy will probably coming barreling towards them with fists ready. Your plan is mostly a gamble. You're putting all your faith on a mere seventeen year old boy, who you've only seen three times. It was stupid. But, you see something in Luffy. Especially when you first met him in Alabasta. You saw how he would do anything for his Nakama, the will to protect, how carefree he was, but as well seeming to know what to say. It didn't take long for you to see the young pirate as a little brother. Luffy has that effect on people. That inconceivable power of having the people around him willing to do anything to save his life if it came to it.

Your stomach gave a loud growl once again. You haven't eaten the past three days, last thing you ate was in Sabaody and it was only a snack. You're starving. But you have pride. Like hell you're going to eat the food that's messily given to you through the tiny space of your cage. Some food going to the floor.

No.

You just drank water. Also...you glanced down with regretful eyes. You're punishing yourself for what you did to Smoker. It was necessary. What you said. You regret it though, wishing to take it back. Only yourself needs to know about your stupid gamble. Though, you're wondering if you've made the headlines yet...

The door opened, revealing Smoker with a tray in his hands. You glanced away.

"I've heard our prisoner hasn't been eating."

You said nothing but look down and hide your face with your cap. Smoker frowned. Then giving a blow of smoke out of his mouth from his cigars.

"You know what will happen once you arrive in Impel Down, right? You'll never see the light of day again. Only being fed scraps and being tortured constantly."

You continued to say nothing, already knowing all this.

"Silver Blood." Smoker called your title once again. When you finally glanced up at him, Smoker lifted the tray to reveal a (half eaten fav. meat/fav. food if vegetarian or vegan). Your favorite food.

Your stomach growled loudly once more, causing you to hold your hand to your stomach with a scowl. Smoker sighed and stood up. Appearing to leave the room. Your mouth opened.

"Smoker." Your voice called out, raspy from not talking the past two days to anyone. Smoker immediately halted, but did not turn. "Stay." You said, your eyes clenched shut.

"Please. Stay." You pleaded.

'Don't go. I'm sorry. We're still Nakama right?' You wanted to say.

You heard a shuffling of feet and then you felt something push against your foot. You opened them, the tray was in front of you. With Smoker sitting across from you on the other side of the jail cell. Your hands twitched. One going up to your cap and rub it fondly. It's not Smoker, but the feel and memory of this hat makes you feel warm. It was odd to eat in front of someone who wasn't, who would glance at you every few minutes when he wasn't too busy enjoying his cigars. When you were done, you contemplated on what to say. What can you say? Without giving yourself away? A thought, a memory, a promise then flashed through your head. But was interrupted by Smoker.

"Was it good? I would assume so from how you swallowed it whole instead of chewing and possibly choking." Smoker remarked casually. It made you flush in embarrassment.

"Hey! I didn't eat since like three days ago, which wasn't very filling if you ask me." You said indignantly. Smoker slid his gaze towards you. "It was your choice on not eating the food we gave you." You scoffed, amusement and nostalgia beginning to surface as a smirk slowly came to your lips.