I do not own one piece, never will, never plan to and never have. However, I will always own my oc's and what I decide to them.
I think this is one of the most serious things I have ever done.
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He stared at the girl in front of him, remembering quite vividly the night she had disappeared. It had been dark and stormy, and they should have been inside and submerged, but him and the girl were outside, on the wet slippery deck, drenched but enjoying the storm. She danced in stupid lopsided circles around him, sometimes grabbing his hands and trying to engage him. A large wave had crashed down onto the deck and washed across the deck. When the water had receded, she was gone with it. It had a very negative effect on the crew and Law. Worry was uncharacteristic and he did it whenever he wasn't snapping at his crew. Law suffered from insomnia, he often lay in bed just thinking about her, wondering. Her charismatic smile, contagious laughter, warm presence and of corse Beautiful music were all gone. The crew suffered a noticeably more irritable captain.
And here she was, standing perfectly fine, fixing a glare on him, pointing a gun at him and his crew. Her glare was as fierce as it had ever been "Kyoya." He muttered her name into the cold night. The word hung there between them for a few seconds.
She shook her head, muttering "I-I don't know who you are." Shachi, Penguin and Bepo protested behind him, Shachi the loudest. He silenced them, narrowing his eyes at her, wondering what was wrong, what had happened. "I also don't know who this Kyoya you're looking for is either." She tightened her grip on the gun, glaring at him still. In a threatening voice, she growled, "One step closer and I'll shoot you all down."
He smirked and asked, "Has your skills with a gun improved any in the last few years? Can you actually hit anything?" Her eyes widened in shock, her grip tightening on the gun, her finger accidentally pulling the trigger. The loud sound of gunfire echoed around them.
The sound was supposed to be a signal to the other marines that pirates had come for the 'millions of beries' that they purposively had. "Who are you?" She objectively knew who he was. The man before her was Trafalgar Law, epithet Surgeon of Death, with a bounty of 440,000,000 beries. But that's all she knew. She didn't know how he knew about her less then talent with a gun. The marines had enrolled her in basic training multiple times but to their dismay, she never improved, so they gave up entirely. She was great at close range and a saber though. But shooting guns was a weakness that only the marines knew.
"That is something you know very well." He said then added her name. Honestly, her name, or any reminder of her on the sub had been silently banned. There was a room on the sub collecting dust and had been for a few years.
She shook her head at him. "My name is Angel. You must be mistaking me for someone else."
Law let out a single low, almost dark sounding chuckle. "No, I've got the right girl." Only one girl had such milky jade colored eyes, that fierce glare and only Kyoya could fire a gun at a group of four people and miss them all. He took a step closer, confident that if she were to pull the trigger again she'd miss again. He stepped so close that the cold metal of the barrel could be felt through his hoodie. He figured that if she fired now one of two things would happen. One the guy would fire as a gun should and kill him. Or two, the gun would simply jam because that's the kind of luck Kyoya had with guns. She was trembling; he could see and feel it because of the barrel of the gun.
"Captain!" Somebody shouted, gaining his attention, peeling it away from the girl in front of him. He saw a line of marines, running towards them, not yet firing their guns. Maybe they feared that they'd hit their 'Angel'. She was wearing the white and blue uniform of the marines, not her usual boiler suit.
"Maybe this will jog your memory. If not, we'll have to use more drastic measures." He took a step away from her, a ring of blue forming below his hand. She didn't know what he meant and found herself not wanting to know.
The blue ring zoomed out into a dome that encased the white and blue line of marines. He unsheathed his nodachi only long enough to slice them into pieced before he sheathed it. The only marine that stood in one piece was the girl who had called herself Angel.
She stared in horror stuck awe watching as her superiors and fellow marine's body parts fly around her. The pirate was enjoying himself she could tell. She didn't dare shoot at him. Not only did she severely doubt her ability to hit him, but she also didn't know what he might do to her if she tried. Suddenly the blue dome was gone and the man turned around, the body parts falling to the ground, the heads screaming and carrying on. He began walking away, as if the 'millions of beries' no longer held any interest to him. Over his shoulder he said "Penguin, Shachi, grab the girl. Pay no mind to the gun." He didn't care which one grabbed her, or if they both did it. All he wanted was Kyoya back on his sub.
She looked around for the people named Penguin and Shachi but failed to fine them. She should have expected to be grabbed from behind, but somehow she didn't. Not until she was. The two people carrying her began walking briskly, carrying her under their arms. The one who had her top half humming as if he considered this fun. But you never knew, maybe he did. The tune he hummed sounded familiar, as if she had heard it before.
They had thrown and locked the girl into the room that hadn't been open for a few years upon Law's orders. She had been kicking and screaming and carrying on and was trying to pick the lock. They had Bepo standing guard outside the door incase she succeeded. Even if they were submerged, the girl could hide until they docked and then from escaped from there.
"What's her problem!?" Shachi indignantly exclaimed. Kyoya and him were best friends, singing and pranking certain people and annoying some others.