NARUTO DOESN'T BELONG TO ME! ONE PIECE DOESN'T BELONG TO ME. AND UNFORTUNATELY THE POWER OF READING MORE THAN TWO SENTENCES OF THE TERMS AND AGREEMENTS FOR THIS WEBSITE DOESN'T BELONG TO ME!
HEY GUYS! IT'S BEEN A COUPLE OF MONTHS SINCE I WROTE A STORY AND I'M SORRY FOR THAT. I HAVE BEEN FOCUSED ON SCHOOL A LOT RECENTLY, AND WHEN I HAD TIME, TRUTH BE TOLD I DIDN'T FEEL LIKE WRITING! BUT I'M BACK AND WITH A BRAND NEW STORY! THE MAIN CHARACTER IS AN OC AND NARUTO'S KONAHA TWELVE! LEAVE YOUR SUGGESTIONS IN THE REVIEWS, PLEASE AND THANKS! NOW ON WITH THE STORY
Prologue
A beautiful woman with a narrow face, sharp cheekbones, bright blue eyes, red, full lips, creamy skin, and her onyx hair was flowing behind her while she was walking down a road. She had two ruby and gold studded earrings, a multi-colored pearl necklace, and a diamond engagement ring on her ring finger. She was wearing a black v-neck exposing some of her chest, and a short red skirt leaving little to the imagination. As she strolled down the street, rolling a bright blue baby carriage, with a two year old baby fast asleep within, his tiny hands curling the azure blue blanket. When the woman tickled the baby's cheek, he gurgled even in his sleep.
They were walking toward the bank in section 27 of the sabaody archipelago. When they arrived, the woman gazed upwards toward the humongous chocolate colored bank. The inside was flooding with fluorescent lighting. She gazed toward the third floor window, also known as the managers floor. She waved toward a handsome man with flowing black hair, tied back into a ponytail with an onyx colored hair band. His brown eyes were sharp, and although he usually radiated an aura of fun, his face was curved into a frown. His grimacing face broke into a smile as he spotted her. He mouthed 'Coming down in five minutes' to her and hurried to the elevator.
The woman turned her gaze down to the now awake baby, who gazed back at her with his round, bright, sky-colored eyes. She tickled his chin and said "Daddy Daniel is coming down my sweet Jax." The baby boy beamed and raised his tiny fist to the night sky. The woman sat down on the block right, beneath one of the twin lion statues. The lion statues had one paw raised, and looked it was roaring toward the horizon. Instead of a lion tail, the tail began normal, but then twisted into a stone sword, supposedly resembling the legendary black blade of the shichibukai, Hawk Eye Mihawk.
As the woman sat down, a tall, lean figure in black suit, dress shoes, a top hat, a sheathed sword, and white pigeon on his left shoulder was prowling on top of the roof. He glared down towards the woman in black while his partner silently arrived behind him. His partner was a medium height man, but had a streamlined body. He also wore a black suit, and dress shoes, however, he didn't have the top hat like his partner, but instead showed his messy, tousled, bed hair, which was sticking up all over the place. "I don't even know why I bother coming with you Lucci," he said in a gravely voice, "you can easily steal 'em by yerself. You killed hundreds of pirates, why do you need backup for a normal woman?"
"Coo-Coo!" The pigeon cooed. "I don't need backup at all, Riveteer-sempai. Boss, just needs all of them that he can get and I'm a new recruit. Even though I hate to admit it, boss is very cautious and he is very wise to send of two people instead of one. Plus you are much stronger than me, so if I run into any unexpected trouble, you can help. After all, we're past over a thousand… volunteers. Survival rate for the experiment is low so we need all of them that we can get. Caw!" The pigeon cooed.
"Fine." Riveteer said in a grumpy voice. "Waste of my time, but fine. You really respect the boss don't you?"
"Coo-Coo! Let's just say," The pigeon said, "He's a lot better than my last boss. Enough chit chat, let's get the prize." The cold scrape of metal against against a stone sheath was heard as Lucci whispered (Not the pigeon) said "Soru!" No sound can be heard as Lucci cut the head off of the women so fast, her head was still on the neck. A thin line of red could be seen on the woman's neck, right above her pearl necklace. Lucci was so precise in his cut, he didn't even slightly cut the flowing black hair of the women, stopping his cut, just before striking her onyx colored hair, but still cutting through her entire neck. Her eyes were closed and she was still smiling. The baby carriage was nowhere in sight.
Meanwhile, Riveteer was stunned at what Lucci just did, for, to him, it was so unpredictable he would have never have guessed it in a thousand years. He looked at Lucci in shock, while Lucci rehimself was raising his eyebrows at Riveteer's face, while he placed the baby carriage on the rough gravel on the roof. "Close your jaw, it's unsightly Riveteer-sempai." Lucci said. "What are you so flabbergasted about anyway?" He snapped his wrist outwards in a fast motion, which cleared all the blood from the sword, before the 'shink' of the sword being put back into its sheathe was heard.
"Y-y-you," Stammered out Riveteer, "Down there, did you just? Did you? Can you? …
You can talk?!" He exclaimed.
Lucci raised an eyebrow. "Are you implying,that you were under the thought that I could not talk? Are you an utter buffoon?" Lucci asked in return.
"I thought you used the pigeon to talk, like a ventriloquist that uses animals instead of a doll!" Riveteer said.
"You realize a ventriloquist can talk, right?" Lucci asked him.
Riveteer just stared at him, before saying "Oh yeah!"
Lucci sighed at the idiot he had as a partner, before murmuring "Dear God, he's worse than Jabura!" He tipped his top hat to cover his eyes before saying, "Let's just get back to base, Riveteer-sempai," before (soruing?) away.
"Fine, fine" Riveteer grumbled, before vanishing, presumably to the same place as Lucci, but not before stopping at the local ice cream shop for a bite of chocolate chip ice cream. Lucci sorued behind him, while he was paying, grabbed Riveteer's ear and sorued back to their base, leaving behind a very confused, very bewildered, red-haired teenager.
Meanwhile, the elevator inside the bank beeped with a resounding 'Ding!' as Daniel exited the elevator, tipping his black top hat towards a couple waving employees. He pushed open the revolving doors, with a grin his face to greet his most beloved wife. "Dawn!" He said happily seeing the onyx hair of his wife. As he approached her, she didn't get up. Suspecting nothing, he approached her.
"Dawn!" He called out again. Frowning, as he rounded to look at his wife's smiling face. "Hello? Earth to Dawn! You there? And where is my little silver lining, Jax?" He swung his head both ways, putting his hand above his eyes to see Jax. His frown deepened as he couldn't see him.
"Hey honey." Daniel said. "Where is Jax? I could swear I saw him from the window." When Dawn didn't respond, he slightly shook her wondering if she was awake. Once he shook her, her head slid off her body and fell to the freshly cut grass with a resounding thud, spraying the grass with her blood, turning green to red. Daniel's horrified scream was heard over all of Sabaody.
"This is subject number 1083 for Project 5th Horseman. Testing commencing." Announced a 53 year old man. He had fully gray hair slicked back, likely with some kind of hair gel. His stubbly gray beard showed as it covered the lower half of his face, and he had a variation of a professor's clothes. He had the normal professor's white cloak, however underneath, he had a loud hawaiian shirt that presumably had a cornucopia of color, but there was a heavy red stain on one side of his shirt. He also wore black slacks, brown shoes, and red science goggles. If not for the hawaiian shirt, he would have been a very handsome, middle aged man.
However, anyone who was anyone would have stayed away from him, or at least be very uneasy, once they saw into his eyes, for the gleam of a mad scientist was obvious in his gaze. However mad he was, the doctor understood emotions. Once you assign a name to something, you establish an emotional connection. It doesn't matter if it's hate, love, or somewhere in between. However emotions are unruly and they aren't dependable. Science is cold, hard logic. It's either right or wrong. If it doesn't work, it's wrong and it's wrong until you make it right. That's why the doctor makes everybody that knows him call him doctor, because he dislikes emotional connections. Nobody needed emotions on his lab, they only needed logic and the ability to follow his orders.
All he needs is science, not emotions from his serv-... his assistants. And he will make sure that his work and his name will be spread among the marines faster than a gossip girl having a juicy story about her boyfriend to tell her friends.
A baby was being lowered onto a metal table in the lab, while people in yellow hazmat suits grabbed a needle filled with green liquid. The mad scientist watched behind two reinforced glass doors, capable of blocking multiple cannon blasts, as his assistants slightly press the top of the needle, leaking out a drop of the green liquid, making sure that there was no air in the needle. When the drop hit the floor, a small section of the floor was lit ablaze. Suddenly, the roaring fire sputtered and died down, while the floor became flooded. Abruptly, the water that flooded the floor all retreated to a single panel of the floor, formed a cube, turned green, flooded only the single panel, and turned the panel green. All of a sudden, the panel self combusted, it's remnants falling into the darkness below, and then reformed, looking nothing worse for the wear happened.
The men in the hazmat suits cautiously lowered the green solution, and injected into the two year old baby. The baby wailed as all the veins in his arm suddenly bulged, the green liquid traveling through his bloodstream, doing same thing to what happened to the floor to all of his blood, organs, and systems of the entire body, rearranging and shifting the DNA of the two year old boy. Unfortunately, the heart of the two year old boy couldn't handle the pure stress of pumping poison through the entire body, and folded in on itself. The heart exploded, and blood leaked from every pore of the now dead baby. The assistants in the hazmat suits quickly backed up from the leaking blood from the table except for one who took a needle and filled it up with blood for the doctor to later study.
Meanwhile, the doctor himself gazed unflinchingly at the bleeding baby and sighed. "As I thought, the chances of a baby without conqueror's haki dying due to the copy serum is astronomically high. Let's see if I can try to reduce it just a bit," He muttered to himself.
The doctor gently grabs the needle from the assistant walking out the door connecting the room and the lab and pushed the top to leak some blood under a microscope. After an hour of studying and shifting the solutions, he cried out "Success! The chances of survival for a non-conquerors haki has quintupled! You! Note this down!" He pointed towards another assistant, who ran to get a notebook and a pencil. "The chances have increased by five times, making the chances for survival of a non-conquerors haki .875%. The ingredients are one-point-five grams of sulfur, three grams, points-seven-five grams of chromium, and…" as he continued listing off ingredients and their amounts, another assistant raised their hand, as if he was a seven year old in first grade, having a question for the teacher. The professor went along with the charade, nodding toward the assistant and asking "Yes?"
"U-um," Stammered the assistant. "Why does having the conqueror's haki increase the chances of surviving the experiment? And what exactly is conqueror's haki?"
"Well you see," The doctor started explaining as if the assistant was another pupil, while the assistant nodded eagerly, "Conqueror's haki is a form of haki that cannot be learnt, it can only be born with. The essence of conqueror's haki is exerting your dominance over others, and to that, the user must have an insane will to survive. Whoever has conqueror's haki is supposed to achieve high, powerful states in life. For example, the four emperors of the sea, the three admirals, the revolutionary Dragon, Gol D. Roger,Portgas D. Ace, Marine Hero Garp, and other high profile characters. That's why the chances for the survival of a conqueror's haki baby is 59.935% instead of the .875%"
"Um, why can't we kidnap someone with conqueror's haki and give them the serum instead of kidnapping over a thousand babies?" Asked the same assistant.
"A: How can we trust the person we're giving the serum too? There are backstabbers everywhere in the world, I can't trust someone who has the capacity to betray me. Besides these are babies. They can't defend themselves or remember anything about this once they grow up. They are easy to manipulate, so I can just say they were abandoned from their family, and I will act as their father. What kind of kid would kill their own father unless they are forced into that position, by rage, revenge, or maybe a hostage situation. Here, I can show them the worst of the world, but also protect them from it. They will look at me as a loving father, and what kid will kill one of those?
B: Also let me ask you a question. What do you know about stem cells" asked the professor.
"Eh? Um, aren't stem cells cells that only show up in babies and are cells that are able to change into specialized types of cells?" Said the assistant, not expecting to be asked something.
"Partial credit, Mr…" The professor said
"Peter. My name is Peter." Peter said.
"Ah yes. So Mr. Peter, you got partial credit because stem cells DON'T only show up in babies but they are still present in us adults. Stem cells are present in some tissues such as the brain, bone marrow, blood, blood vessels, skeletal muscles, skin, and the liver. They remain in a nondividing state until we are exposed to a disease, or there is a tissue injury. My serum… invigorates the stem cells so to speak. This is easier to do the younger the subjects are as they are closer to the state of a five day old embryo. We also can't just grab a newborn baby as newborn babies won't have an intense will to live. They will have a will to live of course, but that intensity only shows up once babies are about one-point-five to two years old. The invigoration of the stem cells will show an intense healing factor in a successful subject, able to heal broken bones in less than two hours. The invigorated stem cells will be able to heal entire organs also. Let's just say you were stabbed anywhere fatal but the heart and brain, so the kidneys, larynx, and the lungs, those would heal so you won't die even if hit by those fatal shots."
The professor paused for a second. "However, my goal isn't that. My serum doesn't just invigorate the stem cells but it mutates them, and will kill all non-mutated cells, before replacing the just killed cell with a mutated version, with the stem cell dividing and it changing into the just killed cell. With this, if the subject survives, they would have the power of the my own scientifically created devil fruit. I pride myself calling it the most powerful the devil fruit in all of existence!" The professor cackled.
Peter backed up a bit, worried about the professor cackling, because he's seen horror movies, and he knows that nothing good happens with a cackling anything. 'What have I gotten into now?' Peter thought desperately to himself.
The professor walked back to the lab, eager to try out the new version of the serum, with still horrendous chances of survival. He pulled a recorder attached to a wire from his desk and said "This is subject number 1084 for project 5th horseman. Testing Commencing." Lucci came in rolling a blue baby carriage while Riveteer floundered in, worrying that since he didn't pay, he might be banned from his favorite ice cream store. Lucci picked the snoozing Jax out of the roller and handed it to Peter for him to put the baby onto the steel table.
Peter gently laid him on the table, wishing for Jax to survive, not wanting to see the horrifying site of the blood of an innocent baby leaking off the table again. His dad might be a marine and he might be devoted… but this is too cruel.
"Hey Peter." Said one of the assistants. His mustard yellow hazmat suit had a little streak of blue. Squinting at the blue, Peter could only assume that it was, "Arminto. What is it?"
Arminto gestured towards him by flicking his hands. "More like, what are you doing? You have the needle. Inject the serum into him already." Arminto said impatiently.
Peter looked up nervously, while choking the needle in his grip. He was always nervous around Arminto. Everybody was always nervous around Arminto as Arminto has a not-so-secret secret about being a sadist, along with being a researcher. Nobody dared to get on his bad side, lest they feel the results on his… side projects.
"Me! But-I'm," Sputtered Peter, not wanting the blood of the baby on his hands.
"Wait, wait, WAIT! Is that insubordination I hear?" Arminto pointed toward him. "You realize what this lab is for right? This is the all new CP10 Lab. We're supposed to be dedicated to do anything to help the marines to rule-er, I mean govern the world. To crush the revolutionaries, to burn the age of pirates, to rip apart the four emperors and to never let there be another pirate king! Insubordination to this is insubordination to the world. Trust me, the world has no need for you to be alive at all!" Arminto stated, with, Peter guessed at least due to the Hazmat suits not allowing Peter to see all of Arminto's face, a cruel sneer.
Peter glanced at the snoozing baby boy. He looked so innocent, Peter couldn't bear to watch him die… and especially make him die because of him. However, he didn't have a choice. If he did he would be killed without a second thought, and they would insert the serum into Jax anyways.
With shaking hands, Peter took a needle full of the serum, prayed to all the gods in the heaven, muttering, "Oh heavenly gods, protect this child with your divine grace from the evils of justice," and plunged the needle into and through Jax's skin, and injected him with the serum.
Jax started awake and wailed in pain as the serum flowed through his entire body, like water flowing out of a broken dam. The serum flowed throughout his body, using his heart as a train station to travel to the other parts of his body. The serum invigorated the dormant stem cells, mutated them, and the stem cells were sent to every part of Jax's body, killing and replacing every cell in the body. The pain was horrendous as Jax's entire body, no, Jax's every atom was being killed and replaced with a mutated version. His entire being was being broken down and built back up. It was like being bombarded with knives and being burned with flamethrowers in every cell of his body, and there are an estimated 37.2 trillion of them.
Jax stopped screaming for a minute, as his lungs were currently dissolving from the inside out, and being replaced with the mutated stem cells. After another fifteen seconds, Jax's eyes started glowing green, and five seconds after that his hair started self combusting, burning the top of his head. After another three-point-two seconds Jax's hair sprouted and grew again, but now it was the color of crimson red with leaf-like highlights of azure blue instead of his regular onyx black.
The assistants never saw such a reaction to the serum before, and Peter was hoping to every god in heaven that he didn't just kill a baby. The professor was gaping at Jax in shock, then started jumping giddily, believing his serum was finally at a success. Jax looked like he was having a seizure on the table, for his entire body was spasming.
Jax's tiny hands were shaking, his feet were trembling, and his mouth was opened in a silent wail of pain. A bit of blood was trailing down from Jax's nose and mouth. Suddenly, the light went out of Jax's eyes, and heart rate monitor flatlined to a dull humming sound, picking up no heart rate from the now dead baby. The assistants slowly breathed out, not one of them noticing that they were all holding their breath during the experiment.
Peter was aghast. He...he had just killed. He looked down to his gloved hands. While there wasn't even a speck of blood, he swore he saw his hands caked in the fluid red liquid.
He kept on replaying the sound of the pure agony of the baby he injected. The wailing of a tortured innocent, one who has no sins as he hasn't been alive on this earth long enough to create one.
Peter's collapsed onto the floor, his knees landing and cracking the dried blood on the floor from the previous subjects.
'That's right. This blood… it's on my hands too. I didn't stop them. But they would have killed me! Then after killing me, they would've experimented on him anyway! That's right I'm not to blame. I have no blame in this.' He said despicably, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else. Even as he said out to himself, his own conscious was pressing with an unbearable amount of guilt onto his soul, even more so when he tried to reason his way out of feeling guilty.
Like most children in the world, he has been raised with the belief that killing is wrong. How pirates were the most evil thing alive, simply by killing people. They looted and they kill innocents, which is why Peter signed up to be a researcher for the marines, so he could stop pirates killing innocent people. By injecting and killing Jax, he took his life, ripped it to shreds, poured oil onto it, and used the remnants as a fire to burn down his childhood. It was ironic really. He injected Jax so he wouldn't be killed, but after the act he realized what he had done was so much worse than death.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Peter sobbed, burying his face into his hands, tears leaking through it.
"Damn it! Damn it!" The professor yelled, banging his hands. He was pissed, he was more than pissed. He was enraged, he was furious, he was outraged, his feeling… there were no words that could describe the amount of bloodlust the doctor was feeling. For just a minute, he had actually believed that after thousands of hours of work, after years of work, that it would be completed today. To avoid drawing attention to CP10 from the general populace, he made his subordinates spread wide and far to different islands, and subtly make the populace believe that pirates were the cause for the murder. They went to tens and maybe even hundreds of islands to kidnap these kids to divert attention. Just yesterday, he had Lucci, and Riveteer skywalk to three different islands to kidnap two more kids. The pressure started cracking his very, very, thin wall of sanity.
"NEXT VICTIM!" He bellowed in rage, and Lucci went out and brought another wailing baby inside. He knew that he should gather the blood from Jax and see how to fix the serum so that the next subject (read: casualty) but he was so swallowed up in his rage that he didn't even care if the next one survived. He turned away from Jax and grabbed the handle of the red baby cart when suddenly he heard multiple soprana-like shrieks behind him.
His heart skipped a beat when he realized what that could mean. 'Calm yourself Doc.' The professor thought to himself. 'If you get your hopes again, and they plummet again, you might accidently slaughter all the servants.' Then the professor slowly turned around to see all the assistants (read: servants) having a shocked expression on their face (the professor guessed, seeing as how he couldn't actually see their faces through the hazmat suits.) He slowly turned his gaze, becoming even more slack-jawed by the second, towards a wailing Jax in all of his crimson red and sky blue haired glory.
The professor stood slack-jawed, not believing, not wanting to believe that his project came to a successful end, only to see his hopes and dreams come crashing down once again. He could see and hear the baby wailing but… he couldn't believe it.
He knew that to prove it to himself, he needed to feel the baby's pulse to himself. Unlike his servants, who were cheering and congratulating themselves and slapping Peter on the back, Arminto slapping a lot harder than necessarily while Peter was just crying in relief, he walked into the testing room. Brushing against the blood-stained steel table, the Professor picked up Jax and put his index finger over the left side of his chest, only to feel a small pulse.
He gazed in disbelief, and then the Professor tried and failed to squash down laugh of delight from his throat. He gave up and laughed in happiness, while the servants looked at him in shock, having never heard him laugh.
"He's finally lost it." Muttered one of the assistants. The few who heard him say that turned towards and him and nodded quickly to signify that they wholeheartedly agreed.
"Yes, I have really lost it!" The Professor said, still laughing his lungs off. The servant that said the remark flinched when he realized that the Professor heard his statement.
The professor turned to look at him, his face muscles straining as he hasn't laughed for a year at the very least but he couldn't stop his cackling in his delight.
"I have finally lost the stress of the project, finally lost the need of planning 50 steps ahead to not attract attention from the general populace, finally lost the pressureful deadline where this project has to be completed by the World Council, or the Reverie. I finally lost the burden of making a… no... the most powerful devil fruit in existence! While we can't make actual use of the project just yet for the oncoming Summit War, the project will be of great use after it!
"Won't the World Government have some work to do first, as we need a catalyst for Whitebeard to attack us in his homebase?" Lucci asked.
"Whitebeard is an old sentimental fool." The Professor dismissed. "He might be the strongest man in the world, but the World Government is much more than any one man can handle, even if it is the strongest man in the world. As for the catalyst, I heard that Sengoku is making plans to capture either Marco the Phoenix or Fire Fist Ace. Whitebeard believes that family is the greatest thing in the world. He would definitely go to war just for one of his precious 'children'." The Professor sneered.
"So all we have to do is to train the kid." Said Riveteer gruffly. "Lucci can train the kid in the style of the sword and the six rokushiki like Geppo and Shigan. I can train the kid in his devil fruit powers, and I can also teach the kid-" Riveteer chuckled in anticipation. "...Life lessons."
Lucci scowled at him. "And I'll make sure you don't corrupt him into a reckless, retarded pervert, Riveteer-sempai"
"Buzzkill." Riveteer muttered. "Besides we can't just call him Kid, Professor. He will be wielding devil fruits, not two girls that can magically transform into guns."
Riveter noted the bewildered expressions on Lucci's and the Professor's faces.
"Are you serious? Neither one of you watched soul eater? Jeez, just never live life along with your emoness already." Riveteer grumbled, as he turned and started walking away.
"Anime is for kids." Lucci said, in the most deadpan voice possible.
Riveteer stopped and started turning towards lucci again. His eyes started turning red, no, not just his eyes. The red went even outside the eyes, looking as someone applied red mascara outside of the eyes. first looking thick but became thinner as it stopped about two inches from his ears. His back and his arms grew large amounts of gray fur, and the gray fur continued to spread until the chest area, where white fur mottled his six-pack. He was even taller than Lucci in his leopard form and sprouted three gray tails, and the tails had black ends with the color of blood red at the very tips of the three tails.
"Lucci! I think you have over-estimated your position here, especially after that despicable loss to that rookie of a strawhat! Remember who is the weaker one here! A tiny cat such as yourself has no authority over me. A normal Zoan type devil fruit is no match towards a highly trained Mythical Zoan type like me so be quiet! Never insult my shows again or else I'll tear you a new one! And if you want to test that knowledge, we can always fight Lucci-chan!" Riveteer thundered.
"...Fine. Sorry about that Riveteer-sempai." Said Lucci with an excellent poker face, but inside, if he was honest to himself, he was slightly scared. After all, what Riveteer said is true. While Riveteer is not as powerful as him, Marco the Phoenix, the first division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates is proof that a Mythical Zoan type is, as Riveteer would say, friggin overpowered.
Riveteer shrunk back to his original form. "Good." He said with a straight face, as if he didn't just threaten kill someone just for insulting his shows. He leaned back against the wall, waiting for the Professor to speak.
"Yeah...um… never insult Riveteer's shows. Actually don't insult any anime fan's favorite show. They just might kill you Lucci, master of the rokushiki or not." The Professor said, barely holding a laugh back, as he was still so happy with his project actually succeeding.
"Damn straight Professor." Said Riveteer, nodding his up and down and glaring at Lucci.
"I understand Professor." Said Lucci, struggling to not add snark into his voice. While Lucci might be patient, patience can only be stretched so far before snapping.
The Professor took out a bottle full of blue wine and started pouring it into three separate glasses. He gave one to Lucci, who just nodded his head in thanks, and gave one glass to Riveteer who said in reverence, "Oh man… Blue moon in All Blue? You can only get this type of wine when you're dining with the Celestial Dragons. How the hell did you get this?"
The Professor just smirked and said, "I have my contacts my friend. Besides, I reverse engineered it so now I can make it myself."
"Professor," Riveteer said in awe. "You're an actual god. Does this mean we can have this all the time now?!"
"Maybe I'll make some later for you Riveteer."
Riveteer prostrated himself in front of the professor. "I AM NOT WORTHY!" He shouted.
"No you really aren't." Said the Professor said with a smirk. "As much of a blithering idiot Riveteer can be at times,-"
"I love you too, professor."
"He was right in one thing."
"Professor, can you say that again? I have tone dial right here. I want to record that."
"We should definitely name the subject."
"No seriously professor, can you say that again? I actually have a tone dial right here."
"What do you think we should name him?" Riveteer asked, continuously ignoring Riveteer
The Professor glanced down at his project and grinned. "With the project being successful, my name will be spread across the marines like a wildfire.
'Ah yes.' RIveteer thought sarcastically. 'The world shall quake when they hear the name of Professor professor.'
"As one of the main causes," The Professor said. "I propose the name of Blaze."
Riveteer smiled. "That's actually a cool name."
"Your sense of cool baffles me Riveteer-sempai." Lucci said. "However this project was only successful because of the Professor, so I shall agree with his choice of name."
"Then it's decided." Said the professor while filling up all three of their bottles with Blue moon in All Blue again. "To the wildfire that will spread my name across the world, Blaze. Cheers."
"Cheers." Said Riveteer and Lucci simultaneously, looking down at the newly named Blaze as he slept.
"Okay, but seriously. Can you say that I'm right again? I literally have a tone dial right here…"