A/N- Hello everyone! So just a quick heads up, this is my first attempt at writing a fanfiction EVER...so pleaseeeee let me know how I'm doing and don't be shy to give me reviews and critics - may they be good or bad. I'm an architecture student, so constructive criticism is all I hear everday hahaha. I can't get better if you, my readers, don't help me! I got inspired to write this story after reading stories from Lovex1, will-you-wont, I-Dont-Like-I-Obsess, SailorNightwatcher and more so thank you for being such amazing authors! If you haven't checked out their stuff, I highly recommend you do so.
**This story will most definitely be rated M, only because there isn't a higher rating for me to choose. This is for strong language, graphic violence, strong sexual references, and intense lemons that will all come later on. This story will also be a little dark so if you don't like that, I recommend turning back now!**
I do not own One Piece, Eiichiro Oda does. However, Asura and any other characters you don't recognize are all mine.
Enjoy!
Somewhere deep in the New World, the streets of Kodachi Island were full and boisterous as pirates loomed around with glasses of sake in their hands and mischief in their hearts. The island was well known for being lawless and far away from any marine bases located on the Grand Line. All pirates were fully aware they could cause as many fights or as much trouble as they wanted to and no one would ever know.
Men were passed out in alleyways, either covered in booze or their own vomit and piss. Others could be found gambling away their treasures in games of poker or shell games scattered around town. Not many families could be found outside of their homes at this hour due to the fact they were all fully aware of the consequences they would have to face.
One bar, in particular, was highly active and the sound of laughing and cheers coming from inside could be heard miles away.
Pirates sat in groups all around the bar and conversed with each other over the sounds of music and men shouting. Women who were dressed in skimpy and slutty clothes were littered around the room taking drink orders or simply keeping paying customers company. Doing anything they could to bring some type of money and profit into the bar.
The more profit they earned...the less beatings they received during after hours when everyone else had gone home.
...
A girl sat alone at the busy bar, not really speaking to anyone as she downed another cup of sake.
She sat with long straight hair that nearly reached her waistline, which was so black it slightly held a hint of blue to it whenever seen under the light. Her chocolate brown eyes had slightly glazed over some time ago between her sixth or seventh glass of sake and there was now a shy blush creeping on her face across her ghostly pale skin. Her full and luscious lips were painted a deep mahogany which complimented her skin well, but the dark color didn't hide a thin scar that ran vertically from the left side of her upper lip to the lower lip, stopping right before her chin.
There was also a thicker scar running horizontally across her nose that stretched from one cheek to the other. Another was slightly hidden behind her long side bangs that ran diagonally through her right eyebrow but didn't quite reach her eye.
When looking closely, you could see more of them scattered along her arms, legs, back, and neck. One could only assume you would find even more of them underneath her clothes. She wasn't ashamed of them like most women would be.
No. By her choice of clothing, you would even think she enjoyed flaunting them to the world for everyone to see.
She wore an olive spaghetti string tank top which showed off her D-sized chest and tight cotton black shorts which did very little to cover her curved and defined ass. To compliment her outfit, she wore black suede thigh high boots that had a good four to five inches of a heel on them that to an onlooker just screamed sex appeal.
To say that Asura Hano had caught the eye of a few men in the bar would be an understatement, however the only person she seemed to be interested in right now was the blonde haired man in front of her who was too occupied with mixing drinks to notice her intense stare.
She couldn't peel her eyes away from his perfect mouth as he subtly chewed on his bottom lip - a sure sign that he was slightly nervous from the large crowd in the bar tonight. She couldn't help but think about how those lips would feel as they gradually ate out her pussy or how good his teeth would feel when biting down on her nipples. Or of his rough hands caressing every inch of her body and those fingers bringing her to a sensational orgasm.
But what thrilled her the most was what his eyes would look like as they stared back at hers while she slowly sliced open his neck after giving him a good fuck, watching as the blood began to flood out of his body and onto the floor. After all, her favorite part was to watch the life leave their eyes as the fear that was previously there was replaced with that of death.
And if she was lucky for him to leave work alone tonight...well then she would get to see just that.
The bell at the front door of the bar chimed, interrupting her dark thoughts and indicating that a new group of pirates had arrived to get their fill of booze and women for the night. As if the place wasn't packed enough already. Asura didn't need to look up to sense the presence of four newcomers...wait...no...make that...three newcomers?
'Well that's new...how rare for my instincts to be wrong...'
She glanced away from her bartender and turned to the direction of the front door and was met with the sight of a large white polar bear dressed in an orange jumpsuit in a group with - yes - three other men.
'Hmm..explains why I didn't quite notice him...'
Normally one would be very shocked at the sight of a polar bear standing in the middle of a bar, but she had seen too many unusual things in her past to be shocked now. Without a look or care to see who he was with, she turned her attention back to the empty glass in front of her.
'Done already? Suppose one more won't hurt...after that, I can go out back and wait for-'
She was pulled from her thoughts once again by a loud howl and whistle from a table right behind her.
"Oiiiiiii! Sexy ass bitch sitting at the bar! Why don't ya come over here an drink some sake with us?" A pirate sneered as he gestured to the men sitting around him with smirks on their faces before chiming in with their friend,
"Fuck ya!"
"Come on over here baby we promise we don't bite!"
Damn, she was really hoping that she would be able to have one night where she didn't have to deal with the distasteful cat calls from obnoxious and idiotic men. She hated when her plans were interrupted. Especially on a night like this one.
Rolling her eyes, she prepared herself for what she knew was coming next.
She turned around to meet the eyes of the disgusting man who thought he could get anywhere by calling a lady a bitch. Perhaps the bartender's life could be sparred for another night? No no she couldn't do that. She wanted him. She needed him. She had spent too much time waiting for him, just to let him go.
So then what to do with this infuriating pile of pirate scum?
He had what seemed to be shoulder length blonde hair, but it was so filthy and greasy that he could easily pass as a brunette. There were a multitude of recents scars and bruises along his face and arms, indicating he was most likely in a fight not too long ago and that it had not been his first. His, what used to be, white button down shirt was stained with grease and sweat in areas she didn't think a body could produce and it appeared to be 2 sizes too small because whenever he moved a significant amount, a button seemed to pop off and fly off god knew where.
Even while sitting down Asura could tell he was about 6 feet tall and roughly around 320 pounds. But what she found most uninteresting of the man were his bloodshot eyes. The alcohol he had consumed all night had done a fair number on them and she wasn't even able to see what color they were. Eyes without an enticing color were of no use to her. This man just would not do.
She pulled her lips into a charismatic smile before replying in a soft voice,
"Oh. No thank you. This bitch does, in fact, bite so I deem it wise we both stay where we're seated, alright?"
She turned back around and gestured for the bartender to bring her one last glass of the same sweet and warm sake he had been serving her all night. He was the only one she wanted to focus on tonight. It was the only reason she had come out to town and she would not allow for some barbaric animal to ruin her plans.
Asura didn't flinch or move a muscle as an empty glass then flew by the right side of her head and shattered into the wall in front of her, missing both her head and thankfully the bartenders' as well. She would not allow for anything to scar that angelic face. No. No one was allowed to touch him but her.
Sighing, she turned once again to see that the same man was now standing up with a look of rage pointed directly at her.
"Who da fuck do ya think you're talkin to ya little cunt? I'm the first mate of the Brown Tooth Pirates ya know!"
With a chuckle at the ludicrous choice of a crew name, she grabbed the new glass of sake and chugged it all in one gulp before setting it down and reaching in her bra to grab a handful of bills, setting them down on the counter. The bartender eyed the wad of Beli before stammering out,
"B-b-but Miss! That's way more than your tab! I can't possibly accept that much!"
The sound of his voice made her stop in her tracks, causing her heart to race faster with a sudden jolt of adrenaline. It was the first time he had spoken directly to her all night. When she had ordered her previous drinks, he had been too busy to stop and chat. Sure she had heard him mumble a little bit and she knew that part of a bartender's job was to talk with his customers, but it seemed tonight's large crowd had been a tad bit overwhelming for the young man.
Hearing that voice - It..It sent a nearly orgasmic sensation throughout her body and she wasn't sure if she would be able to suppress her urges any longer. Oh how heavenly his screams would have sounded.
But it seemed that someone else was requesting her attention for the night. And just like that, her plans for the night had been completely ruined. Someone would just have to take his place. She gave the bartender an apologetic glance and began to make her way to the fat fuck across the room.
"You're going to need it. Trust me."
Before leaving she added with a sincere smile,
"Oh and Alexander...my sweet and charming Alexander. I really intended for us to spend so much more time together. We could have had such a pleasant time tonight. But alas! It seems the fate of our relationship ends here and for that, I am truly sorry."
She turned away and missed the questionable glance from Alexander and slowly made her way over to the piece of filth that dared speak to someone like herself. He was a mere pirate. Filthy trash. And she would deal with his incompetence thoroughly. The outraged man in front of her took his time to size the girl up and down until she stood only a feet away from him.
The outraged man in front of her took his time to size the girl up and down until she stood only a feet away from him.
"Ya know baby-chan, you're one sexy ass bitch. I might be able to forgive ya...that is if ya get down on ya knees and suck-"
Before he could finish, she leaped into the air and connected her right leg to the left side of his skull, sending him flying straight through the concrete wall and onto the streets outside.
'Oops...good thing I tipped Alexander...I hope that doesn't take too much to fix hehehe.'
Asura smiled and made her way outside through the hole in the wall. She didn't bother to glance at the stares from the occupants of the bar nor in the direction of rubble on the floor, knowing full well that Mister Fat Fuck was buried beneath it, most likely dead.
Really, she should have tortured him for ruining the night that she had planned weeks in advance. She should have gutted him on these very streets and stood above his bloody corpse throughout the night to watch as the sewer rats made away with pieces of his body one at a time.
But she wasn't in the mood for that. Any urge to kill had suddenly been taken away. And she was not one to kill without the urge to. It was against the rules.
Turning around to walk away, she only got a few feet before she heard a couple grunts and moans coming from behind her as rubble fell to the floor.
'Well, I'll be damned. So he was able to survive such a kick? How...so...very amusing. Maybe I can have some fun after all...'
While she was in thought, the pirate pulled out his gun from his pockets and made his way closer to her.
She heard the click of a safety go off and Asura turned in time to stare straight into the barrel of Fat Fuck's gun that was now pointed right between her eyes. His hands were shaking and he was breathing heavily to gain some air back into his most likely crushed lung before a fit of coughs took over, causing him to hunch his body slightly over as he spit out blood from his mouth. Through more coughs, he managed to get out,
"H-h-haaa?" *cough* "H-how's" *cough* "d-dat bitch?" *cough cough* "That shit d-didn't even f-fucking hurt."
With a cold stare, she decided to ignore his pathetic and predictable words. With a gun now pointed in her face, the situation had taken a very serious and risky turn. If treated naively it could end up being fatal. And not for her. Looking him straight in his eyes she countered,
"Do you wish to kill me?"
He pushed the gun against her forehead now, causing a slight indention into her skin.
"W-what's that? Ya scared baby-chan?" *cough* "But don't-cha worry I ain't gonna kill ya! Ain't dat right boys?" *cough cough cough*
He turned around to look at his crewmates, who broke into a fit of shouts and chants letting him know they approved of his words. He coughed several more times but chose to ignore it as he joined his crew in their unnecessary noise.
Turning back around to stare into her eyes with a smirk, showing off his foul and rotting teeth that was undoubtedly the signature of their pirate crew, he yelled,
"Nah I'll just take ya back to da ship and fuck da shit outta ya until the day ya die!"
His crewmates broke out into deafening roars and howls, and she didn't move an inch as she thought of how much they resembled animals in the fucking wild. When the noise settled down, Asura glanced once again in the eyes of the disgusting man before her.
"You know Fat Fuck-san, I was raised with the guidance that if I was to ever pull a gun on someone, it would be for the intention of killing them. I would never imagine taking them as a sex slave."
"Then let me just fuck dat schweeeet pussy just once." *cough cough* "Afta dat I'll gladly kill ya!"
Those last words were the exact ones she had been waiting for. For him to physically say that he wanted to kill her. Because her urge was instantly back and she wasted no time with her next movements.
Within a split second, Asura raised her leg behind her and grabbed a small dagger she had hidden beneath the curve of her heel and slashed through his throat before his mind could register what had even happened.
Making sure to not sever his head completely off, she sliced deep enough through his muscle to cut through any major arteries and veins running through his neck. Blood instantly spurt out in different directions along her face and clothes and oozed out of the gash in his throat and, as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his lifeless body fell face first onto the concrete with a loud thump.
Immediately, a wave of thrill and relief shot out through her body. It was in this exact moment where she felt the most calm. Where she could feel the world around her fading away as she went into a state of Nirvana and bliss. She could barely make out the screams from the people in the crowd. Or the shouts of the man's crew mates as they stared at their first mate's lifeless body on the floor.
No. She could only hear the gurgling noises coming from her victim as he attempted to take his last breaths of life. Asura continued to stand above his body with her eyes closed and a giant smile on her face as a pool of blood began to form beneath her feet. With a deep breath and the opening of her eyes, she finally came back to reality. Just like that her moment was gone. But thankfully her urge had been fulfilled.
Reaching down to wipe the blood on her dagger off onto his dirty shirt, she added with a malevolent grin on her face,
"Oh! And I was also taught that if someone had the intention of killing you, well then you would just have to kill them first!"
Her own words caused her to break out in a fit of maniacal laughter. She just couldn't help herself after all! I mean the poor bastard had never even seen it coming! Such arrogance from such a poor excuse of a man! And now he was dead and drowning in his own blood in front of her feet!
Then again, that was where all garbage belonged in the first place. Dead and left to rot away into the ground.
She stood back up and kicked his head, watching as the force tore through the last pieces of skin and muscle that were holding it and his body together, causing it to roll a few feet away from her.
"That was for ruining the sole of my perfectly good heels with your filthy fucking blood."
She looked around the crowd that had gathered and encircled them to see if any of his crewmates would want to take a chance with the girl who had just killed their comrade in cold blood. She wasn't very fond of killing in public, but the fat bastard had tested her patience with his unoriginal threats and remarks. He had ruined the plans for her initial victim so it was only fitting that he take his place, no?
But it seemed that every last one of them had disappeared, abandoning the body of their deceased crewmate to rot away in the street. As Asura scanned the crowd that was full of nothing but panic-filled eyes, her gaze fell upon grey eyes that seemed to be filled with not horror but something else entirely - amusement.
Well, that definitely was a first. No one except for one person had ever gazed upon her actions with amusement before. And his eyes had definitely not been grey.
She looked to the face of the owner of those alluring grey eyes and was slightly stunned to see a very handsome young man, probably in his mid to late 20's, with disheveled black hair that seeped out from underneath a hat that was made with the fur of some animal. His skin was the perfect shade of olive and it accented with his eyes fairly well. He was tall - probably around 6'4 - and although his body was hidden behind black jeans and a black hoodie, Asura could tell he was lean and fit, most likely with abs and muscle that women died for. His lips were pulled into a smirk at her gaze and he seemed to be lost in thought. Glancing at the yellow marks on his hoodie, she noticed that she had seen the symbol on it somewhere before and within seconds it clicked in her head.
'Ohhh...I wasn't aware the infamous Trafalgar Law has made it so deep into the New World. I can see his wanted poster really does not do him any justice. I also wasn't aware his crew consisted of a polar bear...cute. I assume it makes sense for the Surgeon of Death to find delight out of a cruel and callous kill in the middle of the street. I do hope you enjoyed the show, my dear dark doctor. Until we meet again.'
Asura decided the time to ogle was at an end. She looked away and took one last glance down to the headless body at her feet, then turned to cut through the maze of people behind her. They wasted no time in pushing back to create a path for her to walk through. Without so much as a glance behind her, she continued to walk on the long path it would take to get home, reveling in the feeling of the cool wind blowing against her bloody skin and through her hair. Not paying attention to the grey eyes that bore into her back, she stretched her arms over her head with a low yawn and disappeared into the shadows, away from the eyes of anyone that had just witnessed her first kill in three months.
The Heart Pirates were speechless at the scene that had just transpired right before their very eyes. They hadn't expected to witness a murder in the open streets on their very first night on the island. Some welcoming party that was...two of the four men were currently shaking and couldn't move from their spots. It wasn't every day that you saw a young and angelic looking woman deliver a kill that would make Satan himself giggle with joy. Surely though, their equally as ruthless captain would have an opinion on what they had seen…
"C-captain! D-d-d-did you see THAT?!"
Shachi squealed against his crew mate Penguin, to whom he was holding onto for dear life. Penguin, trembling, returned the hold and yelped, "G-geez...how can someone s-so beautiful be so s-scary?!"
Bepo stayed quiet but dawned a look of concern on his face from the events that had just taken place, before he turned to see what his captain's reply would be.
Law took a few minutes to respond as he was still mesmerized by what he had witnessed mere moments ago, the memory of her chocolate brown eyes etched into his mind. And that malevolent grin...there had been no trace of mercy or remorse in her actions. They had been brutal and inhuman and it was safe to say his interest had in fact been piqued by the woman. With a small chuckle, he turned to the right and continued to walk onto the street, opposite of the way the mystery woman had vanished. His signature smirk never breaking from his face, the Surgeon of Death replied,
"Yes...just how can they indeed."
A/N: Waaaah how'd I do? What do you think of our leading lady so far? I know there wasn't much Law but I wanted to focus on introducing my OC a little more first, but there will be more of him soon for sure!
Please leave reviews with your opinions! See you next time.