Moderating Manners // One Piece Various x Female Oc

Lucky Lass

Keys:-

"Talking"

'Thinking'

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Flashback -- if it is more than two words.

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Lucky Lass

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In the end, the king made it to the roof of the castle with no major injuries. Hiriko, on the other hand, was in a critical state, staggering on the edge of death as she faced a warlord with nothing but determination and a need to protect and fight for the people she cared for.

She had pushed herself too much, Hiriko duly noted, the realization lacking the fear and panic that she knew should have come with it. She wasn't regretful. Far from it, she was glad. She only wished she could have done more. Nonetheless, even as she fell to the shattered ground, a smile was etched onto her face.

There was a big chance she'd die. Actually, it was pretty much guaranteed. If not from the poison then from the blood loss she must be suffering from now. There was a reason blood wasn't used as a weapon, she decided.

Her body was paralyzed, her muscles finally giving out. Yet, her eyes were open, showing her unwillingness to give up, even as her body did so.

The floor was approaching quickly, and Hiriko braced herself for the undoubtedly painful collision that would soon meet her face. However, it never came. Instead, she fell onto a pile of warm, soft sand.

Somewhere, in the back of her mind, warning alarms blared, yet at that moment she could do nothing but reluctantly let her eyes fluttered shut, finally giving into the tempting lull of painless unconsciousness that had been lurking at the back of her mind for countless hours.

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Hiriko wasn't sure how long she'd been out. However, it wasn't a prominent question when compared to the mystery of how she even woke up. Hiriko was a firm believer in the power of pure will, yet even she knew it couldn't bring a dead person back to life. And she, Hiriko knew, was supposed to be dead. Yet, she wasn't.

When the silver of light and consciousness had first appeared, she latched onto it. In an instant, her eyes had flown up, and she had sat up coughing up piles of blood onto her hand and trembling violently.

She had been so preoccupied trying not to choke on the blood clogging her throat that she failed to notice the people sitting around her. She was only made aware of their presence when one of them jumped onto her, slamming her back onto the ground and pushing their body weight onto her battered form.

Dazedly, Hiriko looked at the face so close to her own. She found herself looking into hazel eyes. A smile bloomed onto her lips as she recognized the female. It was Vivi. Everything around the princess's face was blurry and splotched with blood, though Hiriko supposed it was a fault of her own eyes and not the princess's face. Hiriko's wounds now screamed with pain and she could feel the darkness edging onto her consciousness.

The princess was crying and wailing but Hiriko couldn't make out a word she was saying. She just laid on her back quietly with a smile, unable to do much more. It was only minutes later when the princess was forced off Hiriko's bloody and battered body — by the doctor of the Straw Hat pirate crew.