The Girl With The Crimson Eyes

The Girl With The Crimson Eyes;Chapter 2:Why?

 Heyyy guys!! ;-)

The second chapter is here! Well, I'm updating this chapter pretty early (I just finish my first chapter yesterday...although that does mean I'm on time...) -

Anyway- cause I'm a fellow Fanfic reader, and I hate when someone never finishes their story, or stops it all together.

Author's Note: That aside, like always, I really hope you like this chapter(s). And again, suggestions would really help. Enjoy! 

Summary: A strange girl, mystery dreams, and... someone's still alive? And what does this have to do with Luffy's past? 

Disclaimer: Of course, I don't own One Piece or any of the characters in this story, save for mine. Also, this still is my first fanfic. 

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                              The Girl With The Crimson Eyes;Chapter 2:Why? 

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                                                                   -Yesterday Night...- 

                            It was far from silent upon the Thousand Sunny that night. 

Soft waves slapped sloppily against the ship's hull followed by the faint hiss of sea foam evaporating at the contact. The wood's creak lilted out its own unique lullaby as it rocked atop the ocean in a gentle sway. Peaceful, but far from silent.

 Luffy enjoyed nights like this the most. The moon illuminated a devilish grin upon his circular face. He crept barefoot across the galley floor, shoes forsaken beside his bed in favor of preserving his stealth. 

Yes, on nights like these the ship masked any sound that might mistakenly escape him as he ventured further into the hallowed ground that was the galley.(Sound sort of familiar?) 

Sanji's traps lay discarded, vanquished behind him. And as Luffy stood before the Sunny's fridge in all its glory, his fingers twitched in anticipation. His stomach gave a low growl, its rumbling persuasion urged him on and he closed the gap as his hand took a firm grip around the handle. 

A soft squeak of the floorboards froze Luffy in place. His grin sobered to frown mixed with disappointment and the dangerous, silent anger reserved for his enemies. "Who's there?" he question. He didn't raise his voice, though he half turned to face the darkness that shrouded throughout the galley. Another time, if he wasn't steeling food from Sanji, he may have been curiously, playful with the stranger on his ship, but in the dead of night with his crew at rest (or so he thought) Luffy's instinct cried protect.

 He received no answer, and for a moment wondered if maybe he'd imagined it. Robin was on watch after all, and his archaeologist had eyes everywhere. He waited a moment more before the tension in his body visibly drained and he relaxed once more, lips curling in an anticipating smile. 

And time ceased to exist; screeching to halt when fear, pain and desperation permeated the atmosphere with thick unforgiving tension. Hopelessness stained the heart of an innocent in a deep crimson red; not even able to cry out the immense pain he felt because of a tight gripped hand that was stained with blood. His blood . 

It left Luffy reeling with the potency of the metallic smell. It was overwhelmingly dark and cold; not a single whisper of life to be heard by his strained ears. Fear - desperate and painful, it rushed through his veins; making his heart threaten to burst in his chest.