The DealMaker
Summary: Gather 'round for the story of the man who ate the Trade-Trade Fruit. Or rather, listen well, as I tell you the tale of a demon, who made deals with man. OCCentric
AN: So this is an idea I just came up with; and create mental stories with. You know how it is, you think of this new character's whole life story, and epic moments and all that great stuff, and then you can't get it on paper, or in this case document. It's frustrating as hell, which is why I usually write short stories, but I want to give this a try again. Wish me luck.
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"Look alive men," Puzzle said, surveying the town they had docked at.
"Sencho?" Stansen, their first mate asked.
Puzzle gave a weary smile. "As far as rumors go, the DealMaker is here," he said, and the crew jolted. "Get the needed supplies quickly, we aren't staying here long."
"Yes Sencho!" the crew barked and went to the town.
Jiro looked up at his captain curiously. "The deal maker Sencho?" he asked.
The marines glanced around nervously, the dank and dark cave eerily silent, save for a constant drop of water in the distance. Drip... Drip... Drip...
Puzzle smiled at him, "A man you should know about," he said, then looked around again before sitting down on one of the post.
Jiro joined him, his back against Puzzle's leg. "So who is he?" he asked.
A figure in the back smirked, revealing large fangs. He sat in his chair, his position arrogant, as he waited with apathetic eyes for the rats to walk into his domain.
Puzzle sighed, "Oswald Owens, the DealMaker, a man, said to have sold his soul to the devil," he said.
The marines jumped, bats flying from the ceiling and over their heads. "Be wary men," their captain called. Lightning flashed, creating a moment of light in the darkness.
"His soul…" Jiro whispered in shock.
"Ah," Puzzle said, "It's said that he's in league with the devil, that the king of hell created the very devil fruit he ate."
The marines approached. Lightning flashed again, longer, giving the marines an image of who they were confronting.
Long black hair, in a high ponytail. Fangs, and long nails. Pale skin, tall… Red eyes, that flashed like blood with the light.
The man smirked, revealing his fangs. He opened his mouth, a long tongue sliding over those fangs.
"Ten little marines enter my den," he smirked, tapping his nails on the wood of his chair. "One fell down, and well…"
Just suddenly, a trap door opened; one of the marines fell through.
The man smiled. "Well, it was a little more than a bump to the head," he chuckled.
"Why do they call him the DealMaker?" Jiro asked.
Puzzle tilted his head, looking the sky. "Only the devil can truly make a deal with man, and have that deal bear fruit," he said, "Supposedly, the fruit Oswald ate, gave him that ability."
The captain boldly walked forward, his remaining men, watching in fear. "We've come to make a deal," he said.
The DealMaker, Oz, smirked. "How decitant," he grinned.
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The end. The prologue of what I hope will be an epic story. This will be OC!Centric, and I doubt I'll bring up Luffy. I might go with the Heart Pirates… Maybe…
Hopefully, til next time,
Ja ne~!