Hey there! So, I'm new here to the site. I'm still trying to figure some of the stuff out, like uploading stories and whatnot. So, without further ado, I present my first Fanfiction, The Artful Dodger!
Some would say the Artful Dodger is an enigma wrapped inside a conundrum buried deep in the center of a maze of puzzles. Others would say he (or she) is a complete lunatic for daring to create art on the side of buildings specifically mocking the World Government. However, if one were to ask a simple Marine private, he would simply say the Artful Dodger is hard to find. Why else take a name such as the Artful Dodger?
Said Marine private is most likely on the street of a lesser-known island on the Grand Line hunting for the elusive artist. Said private has likely been there for hours, ever since the rather rude painting depicting Fleet Admiral Sengoku had been found a couple streets over from his location. The painting was rude in the aspect that it showed the Admiral's signature goat eating his jacket while he blathered on about catching pirates. This private is likely tired, hungry, and cold from spending too much time outside searching for a graffiti artist. Which is exactly why, at that moment, he did not notice the cloaked figure crouching on the rooftop above him, watching him with narrowed golden eyes from behind a mask as he marched up and down the street.
The Artful Dodger smirked under the mask. This could prove to be interesting. Let's shake things up a bit, was the thought that was shortly followed by the jumping off of the roof onto the private below.
The private let out a surprised yelp as the Artful Dodger landed on him. He was knocked to the ground as the artist used him as a personal landing pad. The yelp attracted the attention of the soldier walking up the street cater-corner to his. The soldier rounded the corner and readied his weapon. He froze when he saw the black-clad figure sitting on top of his buddy. The figure seemed to be blowing into something around his neck.
"Freeze!" the soldier cried at the Artful Dodger. "My name is Private Kawahata! You are under arrest for attacking a soldier of the Marines!" The figure stopped blowing into what now appeared to be a whistle of some sort, though it didn't make a sound. "Now stand slowly and keep your hands where I can see them!"
The Artful Dodger smirked again, but obliged; rising slowly, keeping hands where they can be seen.
Private Kawahata gasped upon recognizing the mask the figure wore. It was a simple, black mask that resembled a bird, much like the ones doctors used to wear to treat victims of the Black Plague. Only one man wore that mask, at that man was the Artful Dodger. Kawahata also noticed a long strand of hair fell from the hat on the Dodger's head. A woman?! he thought.
"Artful Dodger, you are now under arrest!" He announced to the artist. This merited a chuckle and the amused response of:
"Oh, am I?"
Strange, thought Kawahata, the voice is almost too deep for a woman. She could disguise it I suppose. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts he didn't notice the flapping of wings, or why the Dodger held his-her-hands so high in the air. As if she were reaching for something...
The next thing Private Kawahata knew was a dark shadow swooping down close to the street and grabbing the Dodger's wrists in its talons. As she flew over him, the Artful Dodger kicked the private in the stomach, causing him to double over in pain.
When the private looked up into the night sky, all he saw was a shadow over the moon, then nothing. The Artful Dodger was gone, escaped from the clutches of justice once again.
And it was all because he couldn't catch one criminal.
I'm so fired.
So, did you like it? Review, favorite, follow, or whatever. Did anyone catch the Easter eggs I put in there? Hehe, until next time! Oh, just so you know, I'll try to update as soon as I can, with summer homework, work, and swim team and all that jazz, but the first chapter shouldn't be no later than Tuesday.