A/N: Yeah.. I don't know.. I've always wondered what these pirates
would be like if they were in normal surroundings. Same personalities
just... How should I say? Never mind, I won't say. Hit me up if I'm
doing it wrong! Enjoy.
Disclaimer: One Piece ain't mine. Duh.
And yes. Oda is a character. Yes.
Chapter one:
A haze of dirt accompanied with silence, filled the air. Ash passed by the bleeding youth, sticking onto the sweat and blood concoction splashed onto his cheek and lips. His hair in a mess. There were slashes in diagonal patterns across his meagre arms and exhausted body.
In a state any normal being would've collapsed in, this boy was un-phased.
His stance vertically up straight, frightening if you've been there to witness the events that had occurred.
"No one." He growls. Eyes shadowed, fists clenched.
"No one messes," his glare shot to the figure in front of him, "WITH MY NAKAMA!"
The silent air was filled with a new ingredient of the scream, the decibels charging the dirt and ash to be blown towards the half dead enemy. Silence poured into the air, yet this time, the fear of defeat was stirred in.
"AAAA-ND… CUT!"
An unfamiliar voice shouted out. Feet began to shuffle around, preparing for the next scene. A zoned out Luffy let out a much needed sigh.
"How was that!?" He beamed, which seemed weird since the boy looked like he had just been out of the War of the Best.
"Perfect. Perfect like always." replied the unfamiliar voice, this time, much more relaxed.
Flattered and pleased about his nearly hourly compliment, Luffy walked off set to vandalise a nearby snack table.
"Ace, nice to see you're still around." The unfamiliar voice, which turned out to be the director, exclaimed, getting down from his seat. The star who was right next to him, witnessing the epic Luffy battle cry, sighed.
"That's mean, Oda-sensei." He crossed his arms. "You know you can't get rid of me this easily, besides I'm your favourite character."
Oda smiled at this. "I love all my characters."
"You cried."
"Excuse me?"
"You cried... When I died. My last scene, it was class. Admit it."
"We all cried, Ace. Although it weakens my heart at the thought of Portgas gone for good, I somewhat feel relieved to have you standing right next to me."
Oda looked towards him and put his hand on the stars shoulder.
"Thanks, Ace."
Ace seemed touched by this, allowing a blush caused by the mother of all compliments said by the king himself to drown his signature freckles.
"Thanks for the ratings, I mean." Oda grinned and walked off, snapping Ace out of his day dream and spinning around, "Why YOU!?" He couldn't bad mouth him. Not Oda.
The star turned back to the set which was already half transformed into half ship, half ruins. It amazed him how far this show has gotten. It was "just yesterday" he got a call from Oda himself, claiming he'd be an amazing brother to the main character Monkey D. Luffy. Reluctantly he accepted and landed up in this exact location a few years back.
The set was shit. Completely shit. Everything was low budget; stunt men were drunk and there was an overly priced vending machine in the place of the non-existent snack table.
This place sucked and although Ace was a free-lance actor, he couldn't help but think this place was so unprofessional. His impression changed as soon as he saw a little boy, a couple of years younger than him, step onto the set. Curious, Ace decided to watch. Not even ten minutes into the scene and
he was entranced. This amateur kid was amazing. Making a low budget scene seem as if it was so realistic.
Looking down at himself, Ace realised he was literally on the edge of his seat. Right after the scene ended, a small group of strangers surrounded him, gob smacked at his performance. A green haired hoodlum that looked as if he only accepted the job for a place to sleep and a ginger haired girl who seemed lost, more interested in her surroundings.
A nervous Luffy looked around and spotted the stranger in the corner, for some reason, he couldn't help but smile at him. A smile crept across Ace's face. "This... Is going to be interesting."
"AAA-CEE!" An ear piercing shout came from the snack table, before the star could turn around, let alone react in any way; he was embraced in a bear hug so tight he swore he heard a rib crack.
"Oi, Luffy! You're over doing it!" He managed to spit out.
"Sooo-rry!" Luffy let go, allowing Ace to catch a few breathes and turn to face the freak.
"I'm just happy to see you!" Luffy beamed at him and Ace had to admit, it was pretty, fucking cute.
He smiled back and patted his head. Ace called himself lucky to act as his brother and even luckier that Luffy treated him like one. He looked up and caught a glimpse at the crowd around the set, he chuckled. Every pair of eyes seemed to have a glint of jealousy.
"I might be dead but I'm your brother none-the-less." Ace admitted making Luffy smile even wider.
"Ace!" Was all he could blurt out. Ace sighed and pushed him away before it started to get weird.
He'd seen countless fan mail and art of him and Luffy doing un-brotherly things that freaked him out, leaving him with a bleeding nose. "How twisted are these people!?" He'd shout. One second closer to Luffy and the people around him would start to assume things.
"Luuuffy!" A female voice commanded. The straw hat boy turned to smile at the familiar ginger girl standing with some paperwork that seemed to be the script. "Let's run through some lines, kay?" She smiled, tilting her head. Luffy nodded and ran off to her, leaving a lost Ace.
"Ready?" A voice from behind asked.
Ace smiled, "Are YOU ready?"
Marco smirked, walking in front of the star, "They don't call me the Phoenix for nothing."He turned his head and gave a thumbs up.
Ace replied by holding his bulging bicep, "Nor do they call me the Fire Fist for nothing either."
The two cast mates walked off, gym bags in Marco's hands.
"Let's rip shit uuup!" Ace shouted, leaving the set, having everyone turn around and smile to themselves.
Soooorry for this short chapter.. next one would be seemingly longer! Criticism much appreciated!