Missy

Six Months

I do not own One Piece. If I did, I would take all the cherry pies and throw them into a bonfire. NO MORE CHERRY PIES!

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You drummed your fingers against your leg.

Teach munched on his tenth cherry pie opposite.

Neither one of you had said a word after he'd lead you to his ship. It was apparent he wasn't going to sit by and idly chat either. You assumed he was waiting for his crew as a precaution. But damn you wished they'd hurry up.

Silence was suffocating under those eyes.

The small clock ticked on the wall.

You watched the second hand move, both painfully slow and tantalisingly fast at the same time.

Tick...tick...

The future...What do people care so much about it? You'd been wondering for a while now actually. It was hard not to when you were...well...you. And now was a perfect opportunity to delve deep into those thoughts, even if you didn't want to.

'You mentioned the previous bearers earlier, Mello. What were they like?'

He hummed, "Now let me think...It has been quite a time since I last saw them after all. "

Time...

Tick...tick...

You clenched your hands into fists.

"It is odd in some respects." Mello continued, thankfully unaware of your inner turmoil, "Most, if not all of your predecessors were vastly different from you."

'How so?'

He paused, "Well you must realise that they had a very different upbringing to you."

You resisted the urge to snort, 'Well duh. I was 'raised' by people who didn't even consider me as a living thing.'

"Precisely. You weren't raised on the island like you were supposed to be."

Lips tightened, a burning silhouette rising unbidden from the depths of your memory.

"The Ancient Weapon was the entire reason that this civilisation existed, and as such it became the main pillar of their community. The islanders held the bloodline after all. A prized secret. Anyone born with black blood, Kronos bearer or not, were revered with the highest respect. It was the only system of class they had..." He paused, "Are you sure you wish to continue, Missy? I do not wish to tell you things you cannot have."

'Just do it.' You had to know. Now that you were here, and potentially putting Luffy, Ace, and Cas' happiness on the line.

Hesitating for a moment, he accepted, "Whenever Kronos was actually born from a black blooded family, each infant would be taken to their temple of their corresponding weapon and servants would wait on them hand and foot... Especially my bearer."

Your stomach turned. You had guessed that you were supposed to be important...but never to this extent.

Tick...tick...

"It is understandable after all. All the people wished for was security for the future. Whether there would be a bountiful harvest. Whether there would be drought. Whether the island would be attacked. It was a tight knit nation. Very few people came or left the island, so neither of the other two were considered as important."

Not as important? More like not as useful. The glimmers of an idea rooted in your head.

"You were supposed to be worshipped, not ostracised. The islanders would have treated you like a deity. Like you deserve to be."