Disclaimer; bla bla bla, I don't own One Piece or any of it's characters/story lines, however I do own Hachi, Nana, Shuku, Hakufu and most of the other OC's unless stated. Sapphire belongs to my friend.
So, I'm back. IDK why, I HATE , too many fangirls, too many parings and too many crappy stories, but eh, I guess it can't be helped really. I have five chapters of this already written, but updates will still probably be slow. College 'n' all, heh. And i like to have at least 2 chapter buffers or something like that.
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Koneko-chan
She had been gone four hours now. That idiotic woman, that baka brained, dark haired, naïve woman, had been gone two hours longer than she'd said she would be. It annoyed Hachi. It annoyed her a lot.
If she had known she was going to be this long, Hachi would have gone with her. Anything beat being stuck in the hotel room they'd rented. The shitty dump where the window didn't shut right and water dripped down from the ceiling, right over the bed. It was a cheap room, which was why they had rented it our or something of that sort. The pair had been running low on money and was trying to find some place they could start; again.
Hachi had no idea what her Captain and best friend had up her sleeve- she wasn't sure she even wanted to ask. But she trusted her judgement and choices, even if sometimes they didn't lead the pair where they wanted to go but in the complete opposite direction. All she had to guess by was that she was searching for someone, a family member. She'd been brief, almost like she wasn't sure this person existed.
Another drip on top of the woman's head caused her to snap her eyes open and glare at the ceiling. They would have been better off sleeping on the streets; it would have been the same conditions- just free. Mumbling, Hachi stood up from the bed before something else could drip on her head and crossed over to the small bag at the end of the bed. She rummaged around for a few moments, grumbling some kind of insult under her breath, before pulling on a dark red shirt.
Hachi was masculine in her appearance, dress style, speech and personality. She'd lost track of the amount of times people confused her for a man, it never really bothered her so much; she found it amusing more than anything. She liked to toy with women and girls who thought she was one of the most handsome, cute men they'd ever seen- at least until Nana stepped in and put an end to her fun. She was probably more jealous than anything with how she would flirt with anyone who flirted with her.
It wasn't just Hachi's looks that were masculine, her body was too. She had lack of any real curves and so small a chest she'd never had use for bras. She could easily see why people would confuse her for a man; even Nana had confused her for someone of the opposite gender when they first met.
She guessed the only person to ever see her for a woman straight away was her best friend from childhood. At the thought, Hachi brought her hand up to tug on the locket around her neck, before she stuffed it under her shirt and ran a hand through her short, chocolate brown hair.
She guessed she should go and look for her. It was a pain, Hachi had wanted to take it easy after having weeks full of restless nights where she got an hours sleep at the most; but knowing her baka of a Captain, she was likely in trouble with no way to defend herself.
Hachi stuffed her hands into her pockets and chuckled softly at the thought. She wasn't Captain because she was strong, Nana didn't really like to partake in fighting- though Hachi assumed if she had, she would have been good at it. That was Nana over and over. She was good at everything she tried, a genius some called her. She could probably be the Captain and the entire crew herself if she tried, she likely had the skills.
No, the fighting was Hachi's role. It always had been; even when she was young, working on a ship away from her home, she'd always fought. Mostly it had been silly little play fights, scraps with her best friend- they never fought seriously. It wasn't until years later that her skills had been put to any real use, but by then her dream had died out and she no longer had the heart to put into it.
It wasn't a very nice place to live, that was Hachi's first thought as she looked around. They'd arrived a few days earlier, but she'd only left the small hotel at night to find a bar or somewhere to buy food for her and her friend. There hadn't been much to see then, everyone was busy getting drunk. But it seemed that she and Nana were quite lucky where they were staying; the buildings seemed even worse, and the people were quite obviously poor, they were all working hard; even the kids who were no older than eight.
The honey eyed woman let out a small frustrated sigh and pushed the door open to the first busy tavern she'd found. She didn't even bat an eyelid at the scene, not surprised she'd found her Captain so easily either.
Nana was on the floor in front of three men and a woman, two women behind them, another man peeking around the corner of one of the woman's legs and—a reindeer. Hachi raised her eyebrow at the strange form of pet, but stayed quiet. She wanted to see what these people wanted.
But she soon found out that they'd been standing up for her, or something of the sort. Nana had stood up- supported slightly by one of the men as she glared at the woman she stood in front.
She was a tall woman, about the same height as Hachi. She was built well, and she knew it for she wore a fairly revealing outfit—Hachi noticed one of the men, the one supporting Nana trying to cover up a nosebleed or something of the sort. Her hair was a dark red, and her eyes a hazy gray colour. There was a sneer sat on her pink lips that seemed to only make her beautiful features into something twisted and ugly.
It wasn't strange for Nana to be in this situation at all, but that didn't annoy Hachi. Not much did, apart from people picking on Nana. It was easy to tell from Nana's looks she had no real way of defending herself; it was one of the reasons Hachi was always so hesitant to let her out of her sight.
Hachi tensed when the red haired woman raised her fist. She saw Nana clench her eyes and the men glare at the other woman but seemingly making no move to fight back. All but the one holding Nana up moved to avoid the woman's punch—which was probably a good thing, seeing as it seemed to pack some power behind it.
The blonde supporting the Captain made some move to lift Nana up into his arms and move—but he must have been confused to find she was no longer there. She'd been in no state to move and he hadn't even felt her go. He blinked a few times, staring in front of him where she'd been and forgetting to move out of the way of the other woman's fist. Hachi just raised an eyebrow when he yelled out some kind of compliment about how the woman's punch was only as strong as her beauty, or something dumb like that.
There was some sort of unanimous pause as the group of people searched for Nana's location, until they realised she was now in the arms of Hachi, just stood off to the side. She held her bridal style and Nana's arms were wrapped around her neck too. Hachi withdrew her glare from the red head and looked down to the woman in her arms. "Nana-kun, you need to be more careful. What did you do this time anyway?" She raised an eyebrow, leaning down slightly as Nana smiled widely.
Hachi had no doubt the other people were confused and probably thought she was her lover or something; especially seeing as Nana and Hachi's faces were inches apart. The pause lasted a while longer, until the woman glared over at Hachi. "What the hell are you doing?! Don't get involved, idiot!"
Nana laughed a little nervously, moving her head to look at her, smiling sheepishly. "I must ask you to please refrain from making Hachi-san angry, you'll end up dying."
The woman just laughed loudly and grinned. "Really, I'll die will I? I would love to see him try."
Hachi stared at her calmly and Nana winced a little; arms once again going firmly around Hachi's neck. She smiled back at the group of people now staring rather confusedly at the situation, but she'd explain after- that was, of course, if Hachi didn't drag her off for getting into trouble. "Nana-kun… Why are you wasting a warning on her?"
Seemingly not to like this insult at all, the woman growled and clenched her fist, raising it and swinging it at Hachi. She froze though, and those watching stared in confusion; at least until she slumped to the floor. Hachi's knee was in the air were her stomach had been, and she put it down slowly. "I did try to warn you," Nana said softly. She frowned though when Hachi made a move to leave the place. "I want to stay."
Hachi blinked a few times and sighed, setting down the woman on her feet and frowning a little. "You sure you can even stand?"
Nana rolled her eyes, before taking her friends hand and leading her over to the group of people. The blonde was now back on his feet with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth; he looked irritated, very irritated and he stared at Hachi somewhat curiously, almost like he didn't understand her at all.
The shorter woman rolled her eyes though when Hachi smirked at the navigator of the opposite crew. Her cheeks had turned red and she was staring at her slightly in awe; she thought she was a man. Nana grumbled a little and stared dryly when Hachi walked over and bent down in front of her—Sanji practically flipped at how close the pair was.
"You seem to be blushing quite well there… Koneko-chan," Hachi smirked, putting her hand on Nami's cheek. "May I ask why?"
The older woman stood beside the navigator raised an eyebrow for a few seconds, before she realised what was going on. She hid her snigger and smirked a little—already liking this apparently playful woman. "Well, Nami, you have good taste."
Hachi blinked a few times, glancing at her for a few seconds and realising she was playing along. She let out a soft chuckle, caressing the navigator's cheek slightly. Nami just stuttered, cheeks now flaming as she gulped, taking a step back but just hitting a wall. Sanji made some kind of move to stand up and separate them, but stopped when Nana walked up to the chocolate haired woman.
Nana mumbled an insult or something, and wrapped her arms firmly around Hachi's, almost possessively. "Don't be such a tease, Hachi-san."
Hachi laughed a little, smiling somewhat at Nami and shook her head. "You shouldn't be so jealous, Nana-kun." She paused a little, before smirking and turning to the blonde of the crew. She opened her mouth to mess with his head some—compliment him, call him cute or something and watch him flip out, but she froze.
His eyes were the same shade of blue… his hair and… the colour of his skin. She squinted and stared into his eyes, which just confused him when he blushed a little—since when was he attracted to men?! Hachi frowned a little and took a step back when she didn't find what she had been looking for, and then turned to Nana. "I'm going back to the hotel." She released her arm from Nana's grip, smiled a little but it was half hearted, and turned on her foot; simply walking out of the place.
"Na, what's with him? He's weird!"
The two elder women on the crew, the swordsman and Nana all sweatdropped at Luffy's statement; did he seriously think she was a man?! Nana sighed. "Hachi-kun is a girl."
At this, Nami's face went even redder than it had before—but it was Sanji's reaction which shocked them all. Rather than causing a commotion about the whole thing, he'd fallen back into a seat, staring dazedly after the woman. It… it couldn't have been her… could it?
Sapphire raised an eyebrow and walked over to him. "Sanji, are you okay there? You look like you've just seen a ghost." She stood back slightly, almost expecting him to yell a compliment or something, but her eyes widened, just slightly when he sat there calmly. Was he sick or something?!
"I… think I just might have…"
