Revolutionary: Side Story

A/N: One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda. Standard disclaimer about ownership. OC's belong to me

A/N2: I guess my inspiration is that for all the mentions of Revolutionaries under Dragon, there's not much information out there about them. That's why I decided to write a story about Revolutionaries.

However, the storyline for the main story is still up in the works at least until we see more of places like Impel Down, Mariejois, Navy Headquarters and more of the people of the Marines and World Government (especially Admiral Akainu and Kizaru as well as Sengoku and the Gorosei). That's why I decided to actually do the sidestory bit first. This is going to be a series of One-shots and two-shots.

Chapter 1 - Aftermath

He blinked, once, twice, thrice, blinded by a bright light. It was all that he could see. He closed his eyes once more taking in the darkness, giving himself some respite.

Am I dead, in heaven, or what, the thought crossed his mind, unbidden. No, he realised, as the pain lanced through his body. He screamed in pain. His back had flared; a burning sensation running all the way down his back. He felt two strong hands grab him, and turn him over, exposing the wound on his back.

He blinked, eyes opening once more, he saw that he was in a small room, on a bed. The floor was sparsely decorated with a small red carpet, but it was mostly wooden floor. Suddenly, he felt a great soothing feeling, as the pain disappeared. He craned his neck around, seeing nothing but a luminous being, wrapped in white robes. An easy target he said to himself silently, when I get better, I'll forage this guy for all he's worth.

He heard the wooden door open, and another man, with short cropped black hair and similarly coloured eyes walked in, and spoke, "Not another stray, Mikel." It sounded like a friendly jest and a sigh at the same time.

"You know, that they don't call me the Angel of Light for nothing," the reply came from the man by the bed.

The other man laughed. He could see that this new man was dressed in black pants, and had a fedora hat. The mist blue shirt the man wore matched the colour of the curtains in the room. "The boss sent a message," he heard the man say; "South Blue goes well."

"I know," Mikel replied, turning his shining golden eyes towards the visitor, "How's uncle D?"

"He's well," the other man replied. "Doing his usual stuff, you know." He heard a ruffle, and then, "here's some extra Berry from my dad to help, for whatever you need."

"You do know I plan on leaving soon, only stopped here for the night, until I found this poor soul. And you know me," Mikel said, looking up from his position beside the wooden bed.

As the other man took a closer look, he faked a lolling head, as if he were unconscious and closed his eyes. He still felt weak from the wound, even though the pain had mostly gone. He didn't want to know that he was listening in. "I know you were listening in," he heard the black-haired man say, surprising him. He thought that he had done a convincing job. Involuntarily, his face tensed showing that he had indeed been listening in, confirming it for both Mikel and Alekyne.

"Leki," Mikel, chided, "don't frighten the poor soul." Mikel was as innocent and moral as they came. He couldn't resist helping someone who he perceived was in need. It was part of the reason why he had joined the Revolutionaries in the first place.

Alekyne laughed again. "Do you know who this is?" He knew exactly who the 'poor soul' that his cousin had taken in. As Head of Intel and a member of the Five serving under Dragon, he was required to keep track of official government bounties.

"No idea," Mikel replied, "most of the people in this town just ran away from me, as if I were a monster or something. And when I walked into the inn, the owner just handed me a key, trembling the whole time he was," Alekyne gave him a quizzical-arched look, "When I tried to speak they ran."

"I think your reputation does precede you, Mikel," Alekyne said, "You do know this is Mock Town, the higher your bounty, the more respect you get. Someone with a 650 million Berry bounty would be like a god."

650 million Berry, he began to panic, this unassuming, benign, white robed man was worth 650 million Berry. His mind was still trying to get around the enormity of that figure. No one he knew had such a high bounty. No one. It was more than ten times his own. And he thought that he had been good, even though he was only a Rookie pirate. This Mikel out-bountied the Shichibukai, out-bountied that scrawny boy that had beat him too. And he guessed that his friend Alekyne was worth significantly the same amount if he had one, or at least had the same power level or so, for them to be speaking so comfortably.

"I'm no God, I'm an Angel," Mikel replied, laughing, his laughter was unique, almost choral and melodic in its tone.

"That you are," Alekyne replied, chuckling, "and you should thank him," Alekyne paused, as his eyes bore holes into Bellamy's back, that is, if they could, "Bellamy-kun."

Kuso, he swore, silently in his mind, these two are both very dangerous, and not to be underestimated. He had underestimated an opponent before, which had led to his punishment by his ex-boss. Now he was a man without anything, nothing but his life. Part of him wished he was dead. Yet another wished to live for vengeance. Other parts wished for different things. Which one won out in the end even he didn't know right now.

"Good-bye, Mikel," he heard the other man say, as he left the room, "see you later, gotta go home." With that Alekyne was gone.

"So, Bellamy-san," Mikel said, "you can turn around now. Don't be scared," his voice was soothing, angelic as befit his epitaph. Alekyne was a bit of a hard-ass he knew, but that was to be expected from one of Ricard's sons. RRR Industries was one of the world's leading corporations after all, and ruthless in its business practices. Of course, the World Government didn't know that they were the financial arm of the Revolutionaries.

He turned over on the bed, until he was lying, facing upwards, staring at the wooden ceiling. He saw the other furniture there, all simple, a high back wooden chair, a small wooden table, and the bed he was lying on. He was scared. This man was worth 650 million Berry, and certainly it seemed more likely true than not; and Mikel still had a boss. Mikel must be sailing under one of the yonkou, he surmised, or worse...

"Tell me what happened to you, how you ended up lying half dead on the street," Mikel said. Out of fear he obeyed.

And so he began, with what had happened, with his embarrassment at the hands of Monkey D Luffy. "Thought I would be able to beat him easily too."

He recounted how Luffy had beaten his best move with one punch. "Ehh, you're a Rookie, what else would you expect, against a pirate Captain with a bounty of 100 million Berry, that defeated a shichibukai," Mikel chided, laughing softly, "and I'm not surprised, he's the boss's son, after all," he added.

"Your boss's son," Bellamy asked, afraid that he had unintentionally angered someone who had an even greater bounty than 650 million Berry. Deep down, he was just insecure and scared. Before, he had hidden behind someone more powerful, covering his own insecurity with the projection of cockiness and of course, hiding behind Doflamingo's flag. Now he didn't know.

"My boss, Dragon," Mikel replied, "the world's most wanted man as the government calls him or as I call him, Uncle D," he smiled as he paused, "But continue on, that can't be the end of the story. My little cousin couldn't have left you with a large blade cut like that, and that would have been a while ago."

With a sigh, and a large amount of trepidation, Bellamy continued his narration, about what had happened afterwards, how Doflamingo had come back, and set his first mate, Sarquiss against him, using his own Devil Fruit power to control their bodies. He didn't remember anything else after that.

"I guess I was made to lose, and then left to die," Bellamy said, as he finished his tale, "though I can't remember the last bit clearly."

A look of anger crossed Mikel's face, another rarity, but this, was one of the things that he despised. Picking on someone weaker than himself just for sadistic pleasure, that's despicable. True, that he himself fought for a living, but that was just battle. This travesty was more. "And so that was where I found you, lying on the street, abandoned, left to die," Mikel finished. "I'm sorry," he said, apologetic, "that I couldn't get there earlier."

"No, you don't need to be," Bellamy answered, "You don't," he repeated. This was a new experience for him. Never had someone shown such compassion. He knew that he certainly didn't.

"But I should, my job is to help those in need," Mikel replied. "So, where are you headed now, Bellamy-san?" he asked.

Bellamy continued to stare at the ceiling, "no where in particular, I suppose, don't have a dream to follow, I despise them," he paused, "except to find treasure, I suppose."

Mikel laughed, "A realist," he said, "There are places for those people too, as well as dreamers. How about you follow me for a while, could always use another fighter in the war."

"The war," Bellamy asked, unsure of the reference.

"Against the World Government. I suppose as a pirate you were fighting the Marines anyway, it's pretty much the same, except we aim to liberate countries from the yoke of the World Government."

"No way, as I said, only interested in treasure, not any dream of liberation," Bellamy answered, looking into Mikel's golden eyes.

"What if I told you there would be treasure and you would be paid handsomely for your services," Mikel replied, "and of course there will be training. Help you become stronger. You know, so that you don't get beaten so easily again." He let the last statement dangle.

"I'll have to think about it," Bellamy responded but in reality, he didn't really have to think that hard, the alternative was to well, join another pirate crew or something like that, but after what Luffy and then Doflamingo had done to him, he wasn't sure if anyone would even think of accepting him.

Mikel gave a warm smile, and a wink, "take your time."

"I'm going to sleep on it," with that he tried to close his eyes and rest.

"You do need your rest, pleasant dreams," Mikel said, as he watched. He settled back in the crude cushioned chair. He closed his eyes and meditated, before settling into sleep.

It was getting towards morning, when Mikel awoke. He had never needed much sleep, being a luminous being of light. He opened the wooden shutters to let some fresh night air into the room. As he sat down, he noticed movement on the bed. Mikel watched Bellamy as he tossed and turned, a nightmare, he knew. Willing his Devil Fruit powers active, Mikel placed his hand over the body, as the light spread over Bellamy's body, stopping the tossing and turning. It was all he could do.

His unconscious mind flashed through various dreams, foremost in his mind, his embarrassment by Luffy, one punch. One punch was all it took for that scrawny boy to beat him. His sleep had been fitful since his loss. He remembered Doflamingo's return, and himself being played like a puppet.

"But you know Bellamy...this is what I like about you! Hahaha! The new era is almost upon us. Go do as you like. However... I don't need you on my side," the mocking voice of his former boss said, and then nothing but black.

He woke up clutching at the blanket. Sweat poured down his forehead. He tried to settle down again but it was close enough to morning anyway.

Mikel walked over and told his patient to turn over onto his back, for him to examine the wound. Once again, Mikel applied his healing light once more. The wound had begun to heal and knit together.

However, Bellamy's jacket and singlet had not been so lucky. The large gashes in both were only crudely stitched together as a quick fix. It wasn't well done, but it was enough. And the jacket's left sleeve had been crudely reattached too.

"Bellamy-san," Mikel said, "I'm leaving today, for South Blue. Are you coming with me? Otherwise you can stay here, and find your own way."

Bellamy didn't know. He knew that he had nowhere to go if he didn't go with Mikel. And this was as good an opportunity as any other. "Your coat and shirt are over there," Mikel continued, pointing to the crudely fixed clothes.

"I'll follow you," he replied, subdued. "If you train me," he looked into Mikel's eyes, "I want to be stronger."

"Yes, of course I will," Mikel said, smiling, "but it will be very hard. I expect a lot, especially from someone who is a Devil Fruit user. We leave for South Blue today."

Mikel's ship, the Archangel's Ark, was a small yacht, but fast. As the ship headed towards South Blue, Bellamy bid farewell to Jaya, looking out the small window as the island faded away in the distance. The journey would only take three days thanks to the power of seastone, and Mikel's Devil Fruit power.

A/N3: Please read and review. I would love any feedback, even if it's just a cursory line or something.

A/N4: Mikel, Alekyne and Ricard are my OC's. Mikel and Alekyne will be two of the main characters in the main story (see note 2). Ricard will be a major character too.