Ohayou, mina-san! Here's another crossover I've cooked up! I've started a ways back, before the Grand Line as I've only just started watching One Piece again after like... 10 years or so? Sue me :x
Rating: T for minor swearing
Not sure if there will be pairings, 'cause the title kind of says it all :x
This is dedicated to my imouto-chan as a late get-well gift! Enjoy! :]
Imouto to Nakama?
By Koneko Onee-chan
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Prologue
Capture, Escape, and Search
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It was sunny. Beyond sunny and more like downright bake-house. Not a cloud was seen in the vast blue of the sky, and even better was that blue stretched out below them too. It left the sun bare, streaming harsh rays of light mercilessly down on those below.
A single ship was sandwiched between the vast masses of sky blue and ocean blue, and yet the one prisoner on that ship could not see. Caged like an animal, surrounded by nothing but planks of wood for walls and a thick set of steel bars, no windows or portholes to shine light through.
The prisoner, most definitely a girl around the age of fifteen, fifteen and a half at most, sat huddled against the planked wall, her eyes set in a hard glare. In the poorly lit cell it looked as though her eyes glowed; like those of a cat when their eyes are hit with light, a shock between emerald green and almost gold.
Her pale-coloured hair lay flat, falling over her shoulders and spilling against the floor. She puffed out air from her lips, aiming upwards so the strands in her eyes floated up, but it did little to move them. She angrily batted them away and stood stiffly, carefully avoiding the metal bars in the small cell. She had touched them when those Marine fools had first captured her and instantly regretted it. It felt as though her energy was sapped from her being, leaving her weak and tired. It didn't help that she was already battered and bruised from fighting only Heaven-knows how many Marines.
The Marines were foolish people.
They really thought that she'd be locked in with no escape with the bars in front of her and only wood behind. It was silly, because after all: she was a pirate, and one not to be taken lightly, at that.
She hadn't attempted escape yet, not when she knew there was nothing but water around her. She was listening out for any signs of land; her ears straining against the constant slosh of the sea hitting against the ship and the loud chattering of the Marine crew.
"Oiii! Captain! Loguetown's just ahead!" The yell perked her up, a smirk growing across her dry lips. An island! Her chance was finally here.
Adrenaline ran through her, her fingers flexing in excitement. 'The sooner I'm off this stupid ship, the quicker I can find Onii-san!'
"Alright, set towards that Island. Smoker's there. He can make work of that little runt down below deck." The new voice was deep, full of authority. The prisoned girl knew that he was their captain -an arrogant one at that. She had almost beaten him beforehand, but someone hit her in the back of the head with something that made her strength fade and knock her unconscious. The same thing, whatever it was, that was inside the bars.
She twirled towards the planks, her long hair flaying around her like pale wings spreading, and pointed her finger at the wood. She grinned, murmuring a quiet "shannaro" and poked it. A hole big enough to peer through appeared, and through that she could see the island clearly.
A large town, but what really caught her eye was the large Marine building standing out amongst all of the others. She gulped, feeling her luck being chased away.
"Shit... It's going to be even harder to make a clean get-away now." She mumbled. The ship rocked, and her face hit against the hard wood. A muffled groan left her lips, a vein ticking at her temple.
She pushed herself off of the planks and screamed, "Bastards!" Her adrenaline rush came shooting back, along with her infamous temper.
She jumped up, her leg shooting out in a fluid of movement and hitting against the boards above her. They erupted in a shower of splinters and chunks of wood, light spilling in through the hole she made. It shone against her pale hair, showing pastel pink strands that glistened like silk.
She wasted no time in her escape.
As soon as she jumped, her hair spilling around her like pale pink wings, there was chaos. Marines on the deck began shouting, pointing at the young teenager breaking free from the cell that was below them, others aiming guns and others wielding swords. They charged at her as soon as her feet hit the deck. She moved in a blur of pink and black, a smirk plastered on her face even as swords and bullets whizzed past her face.
Her fist struck out, catching a stray Marine off-guard and sending him crashing into the mast. The wood split, groaning, but didn't fall. She couldn't use her full strength, she cursed, since most of it was drained by those weird bars.
A sword flew at her, missing her face by only a few millimetres. A few strands of pink hair floated to the ground but she ignored it, aiming a kick in the direction of the men. It sent at least twelve of them scattering across the deck.
She gasped when a bullet penetrated through her right shoulder, her hand automatically clutching the wound. She glared at the one she presumed to have shot her and threw her fist out, catching him in the cheekbone, staggering when pain seared down her arm. She could feel the adrenaline rush she had wearing off, the shock bringing forth every ache and pain from before she was captured. She gasped and doubled over, paling slightly; sweat beginning to bead on her forehead. 'Shit.' she thought, feeling light-headed. At the rate she was going, without food or water for God-knows how many days, she was going to pass out.
But she had to get off the ship, even if it meant fighting to near-death.
She glanced behind her quickly, scanning how close they were to the island. Still not close enough, at least not close enough to avoid the lurching sea below. She estimated the amount of time it would take to land at the dock, around three minutes, and faced her opponents again. They had doubled in numbers, and she wondered briefly where the heck they had all come from. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and regretted it; the world swam in a mass of blurred colours.
The Marines saw her disorientation and struck; a sword cutting into her flesh and causing her to cry out. It made her will herself to focus on the danger she was in.
"Capture her alive! I don't care how bad you rough her up, but she needs to be alive, men!" The booming voice of the captain made the girl's eyes dart towards him. 'Without that bastard yelling orders and shit, these pansies won't even know what to do!'
She jumped, flipping elegantly in the air despite her wounds and ran fall-speed towards the captain. She could see the panic on his face as she drew near, and she smirked in satisfaction.
Her fist raised and she flinched, the bullet wound in her shoulder making the joint stiff and the skin burn mercilessly. A bead of sweat dripped from her chin.
"Y-you-! You think that you can't h-hurt me, with those wounds?" He laughed, the uncertainty in his voice making him stutter. She gritted her teeth but managed a grin, her eyes flashing maliciously.
"No damn wound is going to stop me from punching your face in, you damned Marine shit!" Her fist came down right after her words, her knuckles splitting from the force of the strike. The deck erupted in a blast of broken wood, and men screamed as pieces impaled them –though not killing them. The girl didn't even blink an eye at their cries of pain.
The broken ship churned suddenly, rocking violently as it clashed with the dock. It threw the pinkette off balance until she was clinging on to the mast for dear life.
Over the crashing waves and the groaning of the ship breaking, she could hear the shocked yells and shouts from people on the island. She used the confusion of the situation to her advantage, jumping off the collapsing ship and firmly onto the dock where she sprinted through the gathering crowd and away from the Marines.
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The pink-haired girl gasped frantically as she slid down against the brick wall of a building, feeling her lungs burn from running so long. Her mouth was dry from days without water and it hurt to swallow. But as much as she needed to find water, there was a weariness that was tugging her towards sleep. The blood loss from her wounds weren't helping matters either. It felt like her body was shutting down, and it scared her. She couldn't afford to fall asleep in a place filled with so many Marine troops.
She pushed herself up, a small cry leaving her throat when the wound at her shoulder burned and spilt more blood. Her stomach convulsed violently and she felt warm liquid seep into her shirt. Her vision swam and she staggered, but she couldn't catch her fall in time. Her world bled into black and the last thing she saw were shoes, almost covered by a grey/green cloak.
A/N: Sooo, how was it? :o I've gone over this for spelling/grammar mistakes. It's the best I can do, but please tell me if you see anything I've missed! Thanks :]
~Koneko Onee-chan