First story, don't bombard me with your hatred if you decide you do not enjoy my story!
In a small village in the North Blue, a neon green cat can be found sleeping on the porch of a small house, undisturbed in the afternoon sun. That is, until a loud woman wearing a marine's coat comes stomping down the road, headed for the house.
The cat opens one eye lazily, lifting its head to get a better look. Its eyes widened as it saw the woman and it quickly stalked off into a tree to the right of the house.
"AAKKIIIRRRAAAA!" The woman shouted, her eyes scanning first the ground, then the trees. She spots a speck of neon green and grins to herself.
The cat hisses as the woman draws closer, its ears flat against its head and its tail swishing in displeasure. The cat yelps as the woman plucked it from the tree, carrying the feline into the front yard where she drops it on the ground.
The woman wasn't the least bit surprised when the cat began to get larger and change form until it was a relatively short male with pale skin and wavy neon green hair. He glared up at her with his hazel eyes, looking cross as he picked himself up.
"Akira, why do you run from your own mother?" The woman asks, feigning hurt.
"Because every time you come to visit you tell me to be a marine and try to send me off to the base!" The male, now known as Akira, whined to his mother. "Just because you're some big-shot marine doesn't mean I want to be one too."
"Oh, stop your whining! Now that I think about it, you probably wouldn't survive as a marine. Getting into trouble with your damned curiosity, whining all day, you wouldn't last a week!" She scoffed, frowning down at Akira in disappointment.
"I could be a better marine than you if I wanted to, but being a marine is boring! And would you stop looking down on me?" Akira seethed, stomping his foot as he scowled at his mother. He very much resembled a child throwing a tantrum.
"I'll stop looking down on you when you make something of your life." Akira's mother sighed.
"I'll make something of my life, but it sure as hell won't be as a marine, being in a job that requires me to follow the rules like some brainless zombie isn't very appealing, mother." Akira stated matter-of-factly.
"Akira, listen to me. You would get slaughtered out there, especially if you lose your mind and decide that sailing the Grand Line would be a good idea. You could be a great marine, with everything you could want at your fingertips."
Akira grumble to himself for a moment, until a devious idea popped into his head. He kept an angry face as he grumbled a half-hearted "whatever" and walked around his mother to get into the house.
Akira was going to leave that night, whether his mother liked it or not.
Later that night found the small male packing his things into a small duffel bag, as well as various food and drink items into a separate bag; mostly fruits and baked goods. Akira grabbed his twin katana and secured them to his left hip as he double checked for all his things.
"Alright, I should be good for now." Akira declared to himself, glancing out his door to make sure the door to the guest room where his mother was sleeping was still closed. Perfect, time for him to leave.
He walked silently down the hall, his red converse barely making a noise as he hauled his bags down the stairs and out the front door. He glanced back at the house, sticking his tongue out childishly for good measure, before setting off towards the docks.
"I'll show her, telling me I can't even survive as a marine! Well, I'll survive as a pirate, and I'll be amazing!" Akira thought, stalking off to the smaller fishing boats. He frowned as he looked between two of them, indecisive in his choice. He finally went for a small fishing boat with a little sail on it, deciding that less work would be better.
He dumped his belongings into the boat, glancing back at the town before untying himself and setting off. He grinned in victory, his mother wouldn't have expected him to leave in the night, she tended to think with her fists and not with her head.
This is going to be an epic journey… Akira thought as he drifted off to sleep, letting the currents carry him.