Android
Title: Android
Rating: T
Fandom: One Piece
Summary: [Futuristic AU] Rocinante receives an android from his older brother. However, Law's behavior is different from most androids. Soon, the dark secrets behind the humanoid robots begin to unfold. Among those secrets is the mysterious disappearance of Rocinante's older brother, Doflamingo.
Genre: Mystery/Crime/Thriller/Suspense
Tags: Possible OOCness; Android Law
Chapter 1: The Box and Letter
It was a warm sunny day, the perfect day for a walk in the park. Some birds were flying around while others were sitting around and chirping loudly. The hovercars zoomed overhead. A cool breeze blew past Rocinante, ruffling his blonde hair slightly. The twenty three year old was heading to his apartment complex, wisps of his cigarette smoke being carried in the direction of the wind.
"Welcome back Rocinante," The front desk receptionist greeted.
Rocinante nodded in acknowledgement before heading straight for the elevator. He lived on one of the higher floors, enjoying the view of New World, Dressrosa District it gave him. He entered the elevator and clicked his floor's button and glanced around outside to see if anyone was rushing to catch the same elevator. It seemed it was only him so he allowed the doors to shut.
A few moments later, the elevator dinged and he exited, heading down the hallway. Only a few footsteps after his exit did he trip. Rocinante was used to it and sighed, getting back up and dusting his clothes. He managed to make it to his apartment with only tripping a total of four times. He took out his keycard and scanned it, opening the door.
He entered his apartment, shutting the door behind him and turning on the lights. He noticed a large box, well it was more of a tall box. Just the box itself was six feet tall. Walking over to it, Rocinante noticed the letter taped to the front and plucked it, unfolding the piece of parchment.
Dear Rosinante,
Inside this box is something valuable, but do not sell him. Even if you become dirt poor, you must not sell him. I can't really explain, but please just take care of him. Do not leave him alone at any cost. You can give him different clothing but let him keep his spotted fur hat. This isn't a prank. Just please…take care of him. Since you've changed your last name to Corazon and been kept out of the limelight, no one has been able to make the connection between you and me. Do not throw this paper away. Keep it with you just as you keep his hat with him.
-Domino Flag
"Domino Flag?" Rocinante questioned. "I've never met that person—wait," He looked at the letter closely. "Rosinante…only my brother and parents know that's my real name. And 'Domino Flag' knew my last name wasn't originally Corazon…" He took out his notepad and pen and quickly jotted down:
Domino Flag
Doflamingo
"Domino Flag is an anagram of Doflamingo," Rocinante whispered, his hands trembling. He dropped his notepad and pen, falling backwards onto the couch. 'No, that's impossible. Doffy disappeared a year ago!' He shook his head. 'But the anagram can't be a coincidence. And only Doffy and our parents are the only ones that knows my name isn't Corazon Rocinante but Donquixote Rosinante,'
Rocinante ran a hand through his hair and groaned in frustration. He glanced at the box and found it odd. Nowadays, people would send things in metal boxes that could be unlocked with a fingerprint scan or a retina scan. However, the box that was sent was made of pieces of wooden planks. What Rocinante was also wondering was how the box got there in the first place. Usually packages and mail were sent to Rocinante's P.O. Box, and he was sure that his apartment was locked when he had left for his morning stroll.
After a few more minutes, Rocinante got up and headed to the kitchen to make some coffee. "It's too early to be thinking like this," He mumbled as he added a few scoops of sugar and coffee creamer. He mixed it and took a sip, the caffeine helping to wake him up completely. He looked towards the living room but the tall crate was still there along with the letter on the coffee table. He wasn't imagining things.
'It can't have been sent by Doffy,' Rocinante thought. 'Doffy's been missing for so long and he wouldn't randomly send me a box. And I know for a fact that he likes to be fancy so he wouldn't send a crate to me,' His hands began to tremble. He reached into a pocket and took out a box of cigarette, lighting one and bringing it to his lips, inhaling the nicotine. 'But Doffy wasn't confirmed dead, his body was never found. He could be still alive, but why would he send me something? Why wouldn't he reveal himself to be alive? Doffy, are you in some kind of trouble? I'm a police officer, I could help you,'
Rocinante sighed as he finished up his cigarette, extinguishing the butt in his ashtray. He looked at the wooden crate. "Guess it's now or never. I won't get answers just from staring at it,"
So how was that for a first chapter? This takes place in a futuristic AU, similar to the setting of Futurama. Rocinante is a police officer, as he usually is when not a Marine. Oh and Doflamingo is not a bad guy in this story. His disappearance will be explained in future chapters.