Author's Note: This is my first fanfic for the OP universe and my second fanfic really, but I am restless and I have this plot in my head for I do not even remember how long! Sigh. I need to get it out and btw, Heed the Siren's Call is an all-time favorite fan fiction of mine, so I suggest for you people to read that. It will really rev up the feels for your OP vibes. :)

Disclaimer: One Piece is not mine, because it is Eiichiro Oda's. I can never ever claim it as mine, because I'm not a genius story writer like him and I much rather appreciate being a reader, because I love making theories in my head and be fascinated when the master does his unpredictable twist and turns. He. Is. Awesome! Anyways, let us go to the story shall we? :D


"Cap, why don't we head to my island first?"

He said his piece when Shanks was having a pathetic panic scene and double thoughts in returning to Foosha village to face Makino after their ten years apart. The redhead was acting like an idiot given the rise of all his melodramatic flair and self-doubts right when their crew had already traveled all the way from the New World to East Blue. He gave his suggestion to provide his Captain some breathing air even though the request was low key for him.

He knew that he was long overdue for a visit, but he did not expect to return to this. The small kitchen looked untouched and the wares are similar to what he remembered to have used long ago, which indicated that no one cooked a meal here for quite a long time. The furniture are old and beaten and have a gathering of dust on the surfaces, while cobwebs are present on some corners of the house. The state of the place testified that someone had been living in this house for years, before suddenly leaving maybe more or less a year ago.

Yasopp cannot stop the tears prickling at the edges of his eyes. Where was his beloved Banchina? Where was his charming little Usopp? What happened to his precious family? Did they move to another island? Did the Marines found out about them? Did something terrible happe-

"NO! No… Please, no."

He cannot help but feel suffocated. He felt like there was a big lump on his throat, because it was not supposed to be like this. During the few times he allowed himself to dream of selfish wishes, amidst their crew's voyages and the sea's calling, he dreamed of finally have time to visit his family and recount his adventures to his loved ones. He had dreamed of laughter, of smiles, and of overflowing love. However, here he was, standing in the middle of his house with his grin long gone, because the house is empty. The house once filled with his wife's melodious voice and his son's tinkling laughter is deserted and empty.

"Why… why… why… why… why… why?"


Author's Note: Finally an initial release for that plot bunny! Hahaha I'll stop here for now because I'm sleepy, but I'll place additional chapters when I get my head on the game. But first! Beauty sleep! :D Hahaha