Disclaimer: I do not own Ben 10 or One Piece, which is one of the best manga ever.
AUTHOR'S NOTE OF GLORY: Hello everyone! This is my third story that I am writing. Unlike the Song, this one is going to be a real story. I will still continue on with "How the Omnitrix came to be" but I wanted to get started on this project first. So I hope you like it! The one piece reference comes from a character in the manga. The character I made up is the son of that person.
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Mr. Goldenweek was painting again.
This itself was not unusual, for Mr. Goldenweek's hobby was to paint. He painted many things, abstract, self portrait, history, you name it. But the thing he loved to paint the most was nature.
He was standing on the top of a small hill, it looked down to a large meadow that was full of grass and dotted with trees. The sky was shiny blue with puffs of clouds here and there. The sun was shining overhead, illuminating the place with life.
Nature can be cruel or kind, thought Mr. Goldenweek.
Mr. Goldenweek was a tall man with handsome features. His medium-length brown hair was sleek and cool and his large brown eyes gave an alluring appearance. He had a large straw hat, and he wore Hawaiian clothes. He painted with his left hand for he had no right arm.
He stepped back for a moment to view his masterpiece.
Nature can be extraordinary in both death and life.
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrr………
Mr. Goldenweek looked up. Flying towards him was a large robot with an orange-like color. It had several large black lines and a red dot in the middle of its body. Approaching him at a moderate speed, the sound of its motor grew steadily louder.
Mr. Goldenweek stood still waiting.
The robot stopped in front of him, it hovered there for a moment then a gargly voice came from the robot.
"Are you the bounty hunter that is known as Mr. Goldenweek?"
"Yes." Said Mr. Goldenweek in his warm, soothing, monotonic voice.
"I have a mission for you, I want you to hunt somebody down."
"Certainly sir," said Mr. Goldenweek, "would you like me to deliver the person sane, insane, or dead?"
There was a slight pause, Mr. Goldenweek could tell that when he said this comment, he had confused his benefactor. Mr. Goldenweek waited for a response.
"Sane, insane or dead? What do you mean by that?"
"Well my good sir," said Mr. Goldenweek in his monotonic voice, "most of the people of whom I worked for before had a variety of choices of how they want me to deliver their victim. Some want me to deliver their victim sane. I capture the prey, bring it to my benefactor, and they will do the tortures upon them. For people who want insane, they want me to deliver the victim who's so crazy in the head that he can not distinguish friend from foe, fight, or plot and plan in anyway possible. This is usually reserved for when the prey is a con man or is good at sliding their way out of trouble. The last choice, death, is just when the benefactor wants to see their nusciance of a foe, finally dead."
Silence was apparent again. Mr. Goldenweek realized that this was no ordinary person…or thing for that matter…that was hiring him. He could tell just by the way he talked and said things, that this was a man who can't be swindled.
After awhile, the voice spoke again from the robot.
"You are a very interesting person. I've never been given a choice on how I would like my victims to be delivered."
Mr. Goldenweek said nothing.
"I would like for you to deliver my victim insane."
"Very good sir," said Mr. Goldenweek. "Name of victim?"
"We do not have his name yet. He has been a great big annoyance to us and we want him captured as soon as possible."
"Description?"
"Er…that is another problem we have," said the gargly voice, "he appears in ten forms. There is a device on his wrist that allows him to transform into ten different aliens, each with its own unique power. I'll give you a description, picture and each of their traits from the robot."
The robot started to make sound, after a minute or so, a stack of papers came out of the robot. The robot grabbed them and handed them to Mr. Goldenweek.
Mr. Goldenweek was looking at each of the aliens on the papers with his brown eyes.
"Interesting." he said.
He folded up the papers and put it in his pocket.
"Where was your victim last seen?"
"A place where I believe your people call it, "Omaha, Nebraska"."
"Right. How can I find your victim?"
The voice then sounded like it was making a small laugh, it then said,
"Make trouble."
"Thank you sir. And as procedure, I must know that you have the money to pay me when I deliver your victim."
A compartment opened on the robot, the robot's hand then went inside it and pulled out a large diamond. The robot gave the diamond to Mr. Goldenweek.
"Satisfied?"
Mr. Goldenweek looked at the diamond carefully. He then put it in another pocket and said.
"Quite. It's a pleasure dealing business with you sir. I will deliver your victim back at this meadow, in seven days."
"Seven? That long?"
"Well yes sir, it will take me one day to get to the destination, five days to make the victim insane, and one day to head back to the meadow."
There was a pause, cautiously, the throaty voice said,
"I'm curious, how do you make a person insane?"
Mr. Goldenweek paused. He looked at the painting he was doing of the meadow. He looked back at the robot. He pulled out his paintbrush with his left arm, he held it high in the air and said.
"You control their emotions."