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This is my first ever fanfiction! Please R&R Thank you! *bows*
Just FYI, this story is a about Hana, an OC girl & her brother, Huko.
I do not own any part of one piece except for the OCs i created!
Oh and this is an edited version!
Hana scanned her opponent. She glanced at his weapon. A mace. It shouldn't be too hard. She was the best of the best, and the warrior with the highest chance of survival until the final death matches. Pushing her current thoughts to the back of her mind, she scanned her opponent once more. Thick, muscular thighs and shins indicate much footwork and jumping. Broad shoulders and thick biceps suggest use of arms for large, dull blows. Scars on face and chest reveal experience with swordsmen, and seeing as he's here, it signifies good experience with swordsmen.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the brave warrior girl from the Great Captains' Royal Familia, Purple Huntress Savy Hana!" Echoes of thundering applause vibrate the tournament ground as Hana stepped up and waved to her audience. She had a thick lock of purple, braided hair, and her slim, shapely body with the obvious underdeveloped chest was clothed in a short, frilly, purple dress with sky blue shorts. Her thin, smooth, muscular arms and long, slim, sturdy legs were covered in a thin layer of sand and dirt, and she sported a pair of 1-inch high platforms that covered her toes. A glint of hatred flashed through her deep, purple eyes as she flashed her wide, fake smile at her "endearing" audience.
"And her opponent, ladies and gentlemen, is none other than the dashing, young fighter of the Shining God's Royal Familia, Dangling Mace Savy Gen!" Again intense cheering resounded from the audience as Hana's opponent, Gen, waved good-naturedly at the audience. His fist clenched so tightly that the hand turned pale, nails digging into his skin.
Both combatants took their place opposite each other. Getting into their battle positions, Gen readied his maze in front of him while Hana readied her fists. Then, with a hint of sadness within his voice, he whispered an apology under his breath as the bell that signaled the start of the match sounded.
After an intense battle, Hana finally toppled her opponent. Panting, she drew her sword that never left her sheath during the entire battle, and pointed it directly at her opponent's neck. The crowd went wild. She then sheathed her sword and walked away.
"Stop, stop! Savy Hana! Did you forget the rules of this tournament?" the announcer spoke through the mike like the rules were the most natural thing in the world. Hana flinched at the word 'Savy'. She turned around.
"Sorry. My mistake." She replied in a voice lined with defiance. Guilt filled her conscience as she walked over to Savy Gen. He smiled at her as she reluctantly unsheathed her sword. A tiny teardrop escaped her eye as she lifted it up, pointed end at his neck, and dropped it.
"Losers do not survive." She stated, voice devoid of the true emotions she felt. The background's crowd cheers rose in volume as she walked out of the tournament ground, her hand trembling but face completely blank, aside from the near invisible tiny drop of tear.
"And there you have it! Purple Huntress Savy Hana of the Great Captain's Royal Familia shall be proceeding to the Finals! The competitors will be given two weeks to rest and train before the start of the first finals death match! Thank you and good night!"
Hana slumped into her thin, barely felt mattress, sword flung onto the floor. She always felt terrible after every match. Well, at least Gen managed to leave this shitty world. How she wish she could just teleport away from this place! She shook her head as if to rid her mind of such thoughts. Her hand reached up to her forehead as she rubbed her crimson-tree tattoo violently. This accursed tattoo! If only there was a way to remove it! She sighed as she lowered her hand.
"Hana! You're back! I was so worried!" A relieved, familiar voice flooded the tiny room Hana was in. She watched as the short boy skipped towards her. He had a mop of black hair, wearing a shredded, grey combination of shirt, pants, and shoes "specially prepared" for Savys. His thin arms and legs were covered in a layer of sweat and grease and his eyes sparkled the same deep purple. She grinned, mood lifted.
"Of course I'm back! I'm the best there is! There is absolutely no need to worry, Huko!" Hana boasted with a large smile. She reached over and ruffled her little brother's hair. Huko giggled as he attempted to push his sister's hand off him, to no avail.
"How was the medical check-up for Savys? Are you still considered fit for battle?" Huko questioned, tone worried. Useless Savys were always fed to the dogs.
"Other than the fact that I'm still underweight, just above the severely underweight mark of 320kg, I'm absolutely fit and ready for battle! No thanks to the Great Captains…" Hana's grin fell at the mention of the words "Great Captains", her eyes glinted a familiar flash of hatred.
"With the scraps they give us, I'm surprised we're even able to stand." Hana joked to lighten the mood. Huko's large smile left his face as it turned serious.
"You must win, okay? Promise me… Please…" Huko's voice trailed off as he locked his eyes into his sister's, his crimson-tree tattoo visible on his forehead.
"Yes… I promise, I will never leave you as long as I'm still alive and kicking!" Hana promised as she opened her arms wide to receive her brother's embrace. They both started giggling and tickling each other. For times like this, the tournament wasn't too bad.
A sudden bright light emerged from the wall as they were embracing. They immediately turned, eyes widening as they gasped at the bright light enveloping them. The ball of light shrank and popped. Darkness burst into the room revealing a fact.
Both siblings were gone.
Tuning his machines, Dr Vegapunk, the leading scientist in the Marines, pressed a couple of buttons and adjusted the levels and powers of this glorious machine. If this worked, the Marine would be ahead of current technology by not 500 years, but a thousand! His heart thumping in anticipation, he pushed the start button (the big red button). He gestured to Sentomaru to move back as he did so himself.
"Are you sure about this?" Sentomaru asked as he took a few steps back. As a bodyguard, it was his duty and responsibility to see to the safety of his charge, namely Vegapunk.
"The worst that could happen is that it would explode and destroy this island. Ina Island is a secluded island in the calm belt so no one will get hurt." Vegapunk explained as his eyes lit up, taking in the magnificence of his current masterpiece, the third one this month.
"No one will get hurt?! We will get hurt!" Sentomaru yelled back at Vegapunk and his denseness. He is so much like that Straw Hat, just with a higher IQ! Removing his current thoughts of frustration, he focused on the nearest exit, ready to grab Vegapunk and escape if needed.
The lights flickered as the machine's middle portion lit up in a tiny ball of light. That ball expanded to nearly the size of the machine itself, three times larger than Sentomaru. Their eyes widened in awe.
Sparks flew out of the machine as the ball began to shrink. The ball of light suddenly expanded rapidly in size, producing a shockwave that threw Vegapunk backwards, only to be caught by Sentomaru. As the light disappeared, smoke filled the room as the machine was effectively shorted out.
The smoke began to clear. The pair watched curiously as two human shaped figures stumbled up.
One was a tall girl with dark, long, purple hair in a French braid, wearing a purple, fluffy dress with short, blue pants while the other was a shorter boy with shaved, black hair, clothed in a grey, shredded shirt with grey, shredded pants. Both were equally bewildered as they glanced around.
"Where are we?"
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