5-Mission Start

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         "This is your dump?" Franky questioned, looking at your shelter of a living place, door flooded over and barely visible from the other side of the stream. There was no point in getting a closer inspection, unless either one wanted to wade in the water that has yet to drain.

     Sometimes you regretted how your mind thought, lead you into this whole situation. Just a shelter of concrete walls, yet you still held an attachment for it, likely due to hardships you have mentally faced in it's borders.

     "Will my payment for the job be enough to cover?"

       "Likely not little lady." He responded with a clear answer, though your face never changed to one of disappointment. "I never said I wouldn't do it though, you're practically part of the family now, and I hardly know yah."

       Franky, he was a weird man, not sure you know what to think of him. Kind but, also a little thuggish. Could not say you had anyway to descirbe such a man as himself. The only word coming to mind was one you thought you would not quite use, but it stuck, super. At least, in the end, this deal will come with its benifits regardless of what you thought of him and for both sides, a trade.

    "Your place looks nice in comparison now doesn't it Coby? I haven't been in a house for years and yours was so cozy, there's no reason to think so badly of it." You spoke, seeing the boy a little down in the dumps. The reason he looked this way was unknown. Perhaps it was because of the deal and regretted introducing Franky. Maybe the guilt of thinking his own house was bad, while you're was worse. Though maybe the problem was with an issue you could not have otherwise known, anyway the situation went, something clouded his mind.

    "I, I know it's none of my concern... but what kind of cursed are you?" Coby asked a question, though whether or not that was what was really on his mind is a mystery.

      Franky stood back a little, a few feet of distance, letting you to decide whether or not to speak upon your personal matters.

    "I was born in an upperclass, never worrying with a growling tummy. One day, I found myself near a group of cursed. Perhaps normal, though they were being beat and spatted at with hateful words. I came back home, and perhaps as a normal human being should, I questioned the morality of it all. I did not find it fair, yet I did not know these strangers. And as anyone's fate who dares question fullheartedly upon the cursed, I was found out yet I never spoke upon such matters, I was cursed. Marked as a mistake and left to be caked in dirt by those who did not find me welcoming. That's the short version, though maybe I could have made it shorter." You let out a slight smile at the fact you could have said you were a mistake and that is that. After being alone, it was likely the weight that needed to be lifted off of shoulders at that point.

    "It's nice to know someone else like me. I-i, didn't mean it like I'm happy you are but... uhhg..." Coby found it hard to speak his mind, for all of the misconceptions it could lead to, for the confidence he lacks.

    "I guess we are mistakes together then." You pulled him in for a slight hug, somehow relating   to that feeling. "Franky, does that mean you're an unworthy?"

     "An observant one aren't yah? Right on the nose though. Been that way ever since I've been born."

   Franky was right, a little too observant to even notice he was among the cursed. It s such a normal feeling to know, that it is also a normal feeling to forget. In a large world that is filled with the worthy, a cursed will undoubtedly feel alone, and if by instinct,  another cursed comes around they will feel a feeling similar to a long loved friend. There will be no further explanation to have, a closer looks will reveal their supposed thing dark aura. This applies to worthy on their front, except there are so many of their kind, the feeling is null and drowned out. They resent the cursed, a feeling towards them that is unexplainable, one like drowning.

     "Franky, is it okay if I do the mission tomorrow?" You were not sure how specific of a timeframe it needed, sometime within the week was best from what was mentioned.

     "Huh let's see tomorrow is wednesday... yep should be all fine and dandy. I can take yah there at the break of dawn, how's that sound?"

      "Aweful, but deal."

      "That's the spirit! Hey, little guy you mind me coming over that early, or should I bring her to my place?"

     "Uh that's fine, I don't mind. Though if she wants she I can't stop her." Coby was a little nervous, whatever on his mind still occupying it.

     "I think I'd rather stay with Coby and Helmepo if that's alright with you both." You directed it to both, Franky and Coby. Neither of them seemed to mind. And in the morning, you were off with Franky on a drive a few hours away, roughly three and a half hours. The destination  was two different places in fact, but close together. The plan had to be explained in full, no detailed overlooked, as he could not be spotted nearby. You walked there, all alone in a city you knew none of. And at the destination, you were alien. Many men stood around, big muscles that stood tall as you laid in their shadows.

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