The Girl With The Crimson Eyes

The Girl With the Crimson Eyes:Chapter 3 ; How?

I'm back ;-)

Well, a new day, a new chapter. I might even add more! 

And congrats to you if you noticed the change. Yes, my notes will be bold from now on. 

Almost forget to mention, this story might escalate into a time travel fic, so be ready to experience someones past.

Author's Note: Anyways, I really hope you like these chapter(s).Other than that, recommendations truly help. Enjoy!

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

Disclaimer: No, I don't own One Piece, or any of the characters in this story,(sadly)but my own. Also, its still my first fanfic

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The Girl With The Crimson Eyes;Chapter 3:How?

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                                               -Some place, some time before...-

Darkness is strange substance;like ice, it bears three elements: solid, liquid, and gas, but like many things in this world, its is considered a sort of...mystical material, unbound by the law of physics, only able to shift states at the will of the user. In solid form, its almost overwhelmingly black, aside from a faint sliver of sunlight;his ticket to freedom...if only he knew how to get there.

Like a lit candle uncovering the shadows of the dark, it taunted him, teasing him of the fact he was so close yet so far away...As long as he'd been here, he hadn't been too slow to take up the try, try again process. He'd learn so far, that to a touch, its almost like he instantly became winded, tired all of a sudden. A sharp point strikes, it will penetrate and quickly inflict the force upon the user-he learned this through many, many...many attempts.-

Smell it, observe it, and its thick; sticky, and has the pungent aroma of ink. It can pose as a sort of quicksand, or just play cloth and suffocate -he was sure never to try this.- 

As a gas, its quite strangely unique, its ability to pass through solid material with relative ease-it really freaked him out when he found darkness seemingly merged with his skin.-It felt like it practically was eat it away at it, like acid. 

As a whole, darkness was really and odd thing.

But there was only so much isolation someone could take...

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                                                                      -Minutes ago...-

Somewhere near, the form of a girl took place quickly, quietly;unnoticed by the rest of mother nature, but she didn't seem to mind as she strolled toward her destination.

In front of a grave is where she paused, the burial of a certain Whitebeard pirate, where flowers and a familiar, orange, drama themed hat, as well as three red sake cups, already occupied with the liquid, lied.

A particularly sad tale was embroidered within these item, along with the corpse sent to a afterlife of eternal peace-or at peaceful as a dark isolated room, apparently attached with unforeseen traps could get.-yet she smiled.

Why? She had always been that girl. The one that consistently looked happy when others were in pain. The one who was unable to truly look sad, when others have a trauma. The one that feels a inner surge pleasure when others suffer. She always found herself...liking it? No, liking wasn't the word, she loved it, craved it, feed off of it; all of it. What was wrong with her, she already knew.