Hey guys! Author here :3 i hope you enjoy my first fanfiction. R & R please, and don't be afraid to be harsh on criticism! Thanks!
ONE PIECE BELONGS TO ODA EIICHIRO NOT ME
One. Two. Three. Three pairs of feet. The sound of twirling and the ringing of metal…a ballerina and a swordsman? Booming thunder too huh? Guess it started to rain again.
"GOMU-GOMU NO PISTOLLLL"
Oh? A devil fruit user…why are they here?
"Oi oi you have to be kidding me. Why is one Marine ship so heavily guarded?" a particular green haired warrior muttered.
"You scared, Marimo?" a blonde haired cook taunted.
"Don't kid with me you shit-cook. I can cut twice as many people you can kick"
"IT'S ON SHITTY-SWORDSMAN!"
Ah. A cook who kicks…perhaps it's not a ballerina after all. Well who cares, this is perfect for me.
Standing up, a figure cloaked in all black wrapped her long fingers around the cold steel bars that imprisoned her from the outside world.
"Dosdon" a voice called out from the small cell. "Who are they?"
"I don't know you stupid girl. Sit in your cage and shut up.
"Why aren't you fighting with them?"
"Extraneous bloodshed is useless you stupid girl"
"You're just weak aren't you?"
"I AM NOT." indignantly, the guard stood up and strode over to the cell, cracking his knuckles, eyebrows angrily twitching. "Listen bitch, you're in no position to say such a thing. Just wait until we get back to the marine base. I'll make sure you get executed."
Hah. Foolish.
"I don't think so. You're one step too close, Dosdon-sama" she sarcastically drawled.
"Wha-? OI! AUGGHHH! FUCK YOU IZUMI! SOMEONE HEL-"His fruitless cries were cut off abruptly, as blood spattered the dirty floor.
"Make sure I'll get executed my ass." Easily snatching up the keys from the corpse, Izumi unlocked herself and walked out.
A new adventure begins, huh?