Ciaossu, Eladrien here!
This is my first Fic, so I really hope you enjoy it.
Something you should know: I'm German. So if you see something a little off with the grammar, just review to help me with it. Or not. It's your live. ;)
A better solution would be a Beta reader, but I don't have one of those at the moment (I'm working on it).
I've recently reread the One Piece manga and had the "very original" thought "I wish I could live there", which brought me to the SI section of this site. The problem was that there weren't many good ones available and the good ones were either on hiatus or discontinued. So I decided that I would write my own.
This is an One Piece story, but it also contains one or two elements form Marvel (especially the power of Jamie Madrox (a.k.a. Multiple Man)). It's not really a crossover (I think).
There probably won't be any relationships in my story (I don't really have the confidence for them). If there ever are any, they would only be implied.
Summary: I didn't really think about the possibility of reincarnation, but… "Here I am! And I'm here to stay!" is what I would like to say. In reality I'm just so excited to meet my childhood heroes, that there weren't any other options than to go on an adventure with them. How could I, when such an opportunity shows itself. I'm going to have the exciting life that I always wanted. SI!OC as one of the Straw hat pirates. (Rated M!)
You should also note that I'm not the creator of One Piece. That would be Eiichiro Oda (A brilliant, brilliant man).
Well without further ado...
A few of me {Chapter 1}: The pleasure of death
I'm dying.
I was trying to help and now I'm dying. Isn't it great?
I mean if you help someone, you would expect a reward or at least a thank you.
If I could choose between dying and reward, I'd think the answer is clear. But since when do we get what we want in this life?
Whoa… I think my beaten up mind makes me a little pessimistic and melancholic.
I'm really more of a realist. Even if there aren't many differences (according to me), I would like to think that I'm not constantly brooding about the unfairness of life. I accept it and move on.
Well that was how it should be, but I don't think there is much you can do, other than brooding, when you're lying on the floor of a public train station. Even more so when your body's broken and bleeding out.
Oh well… this is life, isn't it?
How did it even come to this?
I think it started out like every day does for me.
I know that I woke up earlier today, because I wanted to watch the newest episode of One Piece before going to my lecture this morning. I do this once a week for exactly this purpose.
I mean, I could hardly wait till I get back in the afternoons, can I? The suspense would literally kill me.
After watching another piece of Eiichiro Odas genius work I got ready for class.
Looking in the mirror I saw the familiar sight. Golden brown eyes, "hidden" behind rectangular glasses, stared at me from a slightly rounded face. Shoulder length light-brown hair, slicked back to reveal a narrow forehead and an earring on the left earlobe. And to round up the looks: a little scar I received when I was a little kid and my grandfather tried to teach me how to defend myself with a knife (Bad idea!).
(I wouldn't really say that I'm one handsome 20 years old, but I'd like to think that I have above average looks.)
After finishing up and a 45 minute trip to the university I had to resign myself to 8 hours of boring lectures from our psychology professor, which had the ability to make the time crawl.
After finally being released from this personal hell at 11pm, I made my way to the train station while thinking about the latest One Piece chapter that was released sometime during my lecture.
However the exciting thoughts, of what could happen in this new chapter and how the Straw hats would surprise me this time, were abruptly interrupted when I heard screams further down the train station.
And that scream is what brought me to this point. You know? The dying part.
I thought it would be easy, if I just call the police and an ambulance before calling out to the four men to stop beating up this teenager.
Of course it wasn't or I wouldn't be lying here, bleeding out.
At this point things started to go downhill and the memories of the following events are almost none existent, but I got the gist of it.
They stopped beating up this kid.
They advanced on me.
And then decided that I make a much better victim.
I felt like such a cheap sacrifice. Yay! (Please note the sarcasm)
So… this is how I came to be lying here.
I don't even know if the kid got away or if he still lays here somewhere near me. But at least the four men aren't here anymore. Although I find it unnerving that they got away scot free, but… what should I do about it?
I'm just lying here, waiting for the ambulance that I called and enjoying the last moments of my life… not. I somehow know that even if they make it here before I die, they wouldn't be able to save me.
Something in me tells me that this is it.
I'm dying and (fuck!) it is painful. Especially dying like this.
I even see my life flashing before my eyes (why not go out with a cliché). And what a boring life it was. I feel like such a loser, because I didn't even notice when my life became such a bore of a story. I didn't even have decent regrets for my life.
My only regret: I didn't even get to read the newest One Piece Chapter.
Oh well… at least the pain finally vanished.
Isn't death such a pleasure for the wounded?
So… here it is!
The first chapter of my first story. It's a little short as it's more of a prologue.
The next chapter should definitely be longer.
Please tell me what you think of it. :D
Criticism is welcome, but flames are unnecessary.
Ciao,
Eladrien
