My first shot at a Self-Insert fanfic. This was inspired by Sol Invictus, an amazing femLuffy SI fanfic by Toraffle. Obviously, I will not self-insert myself in Luffy because that fanfiction was too awesome to compare. So here's the first chapter of a new fanfiction by Moony! Don't expect an update sometime soon though (Edit 11/26/2016: I lied, I got invested into this oops). Happy Reading!
Edit 11/26/2016: Oh shoot you know what I forgot? Disclaimer! I don't own One Piece, the franchise nor the actual treasure! Roger and Oda both hid it too well!
Word Count: 782
Chapter One
I do not remember what exactly happened that brought me to this world. After all, death was simply another adventure and the cause of it was just another thing lost inside a whirlwind of memories from my previous life. I might have died in a stereotypical car crash or dove off a building like how I've imagined in my high school days. All I know is that for a moment my mind fell into a bout of darkness before I was suddenly aware of the soft blanket swaddling my body, the warmth it filled me contrasting to the previous frigid air of death.
Consciousness slowly trickled in. I could hear the soft whispering of a woman in a language I could not recognize and as I slowly opened my eyes, I could see the vague outline of a face. I could not distinguish their exact features from those other beings who were surrounding me. All that registered in my mind was that I was no longer in the place I was before. Emotions no longer in my control, I wailed with the might of a toddler, my mind dimly registering the high pitched sound that seemed to come from myself. I could hear panicked voices and reassuring ones around me. My eyes watered, my weak arms thrashed and grabbed at nothing before they dropped, exhausted, onto the blanket. I quieted down and peered about anxiously. My eyesight was bad and I could not see out the window from which a gentle breeze flowed in. Slowly, the steady sound of waves lulled me back to sleep.
That was my first conscious day of existence in the world that I live in now. As a gust of wind played around with my hair, I was once again reminded of how strange this world is. The people, the trees, the buildings, and even myself all have a strange appearance, as if I was viewing the world through a thin screen of glass. The images I saw were different from the memories I have of a previous life. These memories of my past life flew through my mind every night. I could remember each emotion that I felt in my memories poignantly. However, the view I saw since my birth seemed unreal, cartoonish, like each image I've seen and watched on those anime shows I loved so much. They did not possess the realistic feel that I was used to. True, my five senses were intact and the wind felt just as real as before, but the colours were often too simple, lacking the nuance of indescribable gradients I saw in the memories of my past life. The language was also strange, as the people spoke in a common language that I did not understand. Yet, I recognized several words that resemble English, French, and other languages present in my dreams. They spoke a weird mixture of those languages and as I try to emulate the tongues spoken by the people around me, I came to truly appreciate a toddler's ability to learn so quickly.
As for the couple who raised me in this world, they were rarely present in my life. I could tell from the decor of the house that they were loaded with money, but I couldn't connect with them. In fact, added to their absence, I longed more for my old parents. They had cherished me and loved me and I, a petty child, had being aloof and moody from my adolescence onward. As much as I wanted to return their love now, it was too late. They belonged to a world I knew I would not be going back to anytime soon. Now, in this world, Fate left me in the hands of rich parents who did not care about me other than the fact that I was a girl and was to marry another noble a few houses away from the mansion. I heard them a few nights ago as they were discussing some kind of a marriage contract. I did not want a contract. I did not want to be bound to another person when I was still physically a little girl who hasn't even lived a decade yet.
What I truly wanted in this world was adventure and love. I found those aspects very much lacking in the dull, silent mansion I lived in. I wished to explore the world and to grasp freedom in my hand. I wished to be surrounded with a loving family blood-related or not. Thus came to birth my yearn for freedom and love. This wish brought me a tornado of adventures, and this tale that I shall call my second life.
End of Chapter 1
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A/N Dec 20 2015- Revised it a bit, so some sentences make more sense now.