Takes place when Luffy is grieving after Ace's death.
Enjoy.
Falling, falling, falling... Then, a pinch.
First, it was a pinch. Then it was a smack to your head. Then it was the endless collisions of your forehead to your palm. Then it was the shattering of boulders against your grief stricken knuckles.
Yet none of it would wake you up from this nightmare.
He was gone, there was no bringing him back. His words drift through your mind.
"Thank you for loving me..."
"You're welcome," you think, another tear slipping past the barrier that held it back so dearly. That tear was followed by another tear, which was followed by another. Then another, until they all kept escaping.
"You're welcome," you think again, clenching your teeth tight. A sob escapes your lips; a helpless noise reverberates throughout your surroundings.
"I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry..." your knees finally give away underneath you, and you crash to the ground. "So sorry..."
You realize that he has already forgiven you. You will never forgive yourself, however, for not realizing sooner that if magma can melt fire, then it can melt rubber as well. There was a reason that he jumped in front of you.
It was selfish of you to want to be king. You're weak, so utterly and hopelessly weak. So pitiful and pathetic in your actions and doings that you can't even keep one comrade by your side. Fingers yanking away at your hair, your face turning upwards, you scream at the sky, and scream and scream and scream.
Any coherent thoughts you had in your mind are now replaced with incoherent jumbled ramblings. Your jaw slacks, your screams fade, and against your will, your eyes slide slowly open.
You gaze longingly at the sky, down at your hand, and back up to the sky again.
The world is still spinning. The sky is still blue. Blood—his blood—is still crimson red.
AN: Whew, that was sad... xD
