Summary
Rose was just your normal teenage girl, until her wig was ripped off, literally, and a new side to her was revealed, one that she'd kept hidden from everyone. Betrayed, kidnapped, tortured and killed. She lives a new life through the help of a Devil Fruit.
Author Note
Hello everybody. This is my very first fanfic so please enjoy. It's a little slow to start off with, mostly because it's explaining how she arrived in the One Piece world, and it's all essential to the story. So if you'll all please bear with me, it'll all pay off in the end.
I'll just clear a few things up now before we start. This is not, and I repeat NOT an insertion fanfic. But you'd already know that if you read my profile because my name's Rebecca, not Rose. Contrary to what I've just said, I am using the area where I live and I'll probably use bits about my life. Just because I feel like it and I can, because I'm the authoress. ;P
Another thing, I hope to God that my OC isn't a Mary-Sue, yet if she is, please let me know and I'd like to read your thoughts on how I could change that.
This is an Eustass Kidd love story. I know what you're thinking, she's crazy, Eustass Kidd doesn't fall in love, that's too OOC. Well he is, and I'll do my absolute best at keeping him in character, but there's only a little information on him, so there's only so much a girl can do. Other One Piece characters will be introduced as well, and most likely long before Kidd. I did say it was slow to start off with, and I'm a long winded person, so I'll be rambling on a lot.
The story will follow the One Piece plotline, and I read the manga more than I watch the anime, so I'll be following that. It's also set about 2 ½ to 3 years before Luffy leaves Fuschia Village. I'm doing the best I can with the information I have at my disposal, mainly the manga and One Piece Wikia; I am asking everyone right now, if something is wrong tell me so I can fix it.
Oh yeah, if anyone knows a lot about weapons, your help would be greatly appreciated. I'm not all that well informed in that specific area, but like I said, I'm researching what I don't know.
Now before I get this party started, to the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: One Piece belongs to the great Eiichiro Oda, Toei and Funimation. I do not own it, no matter how much I wish I did, as its pure genius. I own none of the songs mentioned, nor the technology, unless specified. On the other hand, I do own Rose, and all other OC's unless credited to their respective creators.
Normal POV
'Thoughts'
Foot notes
After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. ~ J.K. Rowling
Prologue
Okay here goes. I'm sure you've all read quite a few of those fan fiction stories, girl wishes for adventure or dies, falls into her favourite manga, goes on adventures with their favourite characters, and falls in love with her dream guy. Well this somewhat resembles my current situation. However, there are a few variations between myself and said girl:
1. I did NOT, and I repeat DID NOT, want to die.
2. I do not know what manga is; I have far too much to do than read trivial things such as manga and comics.
3. As a result of number 2, I do not know where I am nor do I want to be wherever said place is.
4. Again, as a result of number 2 it is impossible for me to go on any adventures with my favourite characters, or fall in love with my dream guy.
5. Unlike those girls, they are forced to leave in the end, whereas I want to go home but cannot.
And there you have it. I am stuck in some godforsaken Japanese comic book, and am now a two dimensional ink drawing, subjected to the will of some sleep deprived mangaka, striving to make the deadline he/she has been set, lest the fans decide to riot because their new instalment of the story is late. Personally, I already have a conductor controlling my life, my mum. The only good thing from this sudden dimensional jump, or whatever the appropriate name is, is that I can finally have the freedom to do whatever the hell I want.
I was always brought up to believe that I should live my life to the full. There's no use worrying about tomorrow today, because today will soon be yesterday and tomorrow today. That way, if I've lived a good life, then I should have no regrets when I die.
But my greatest life lesson was that I should never betray my friends. "Always know where your loyalties lie", my mum used to say. She also said that "one should have pride in their country."
Now that I think about it, that's probably how I got myself in this situation in the first place. My loyalty to my country, and to my friends.
However, some people don't seem to have such principles, their only loyalties lie with their greed. Like that famous saying, 'money makes the world go round'. Who ever came up with that phrase is a genius, because it's the undeniable truth.
Then you see those bits in American movies, where someone gets slipped a twenty to 'loosen their tongue' or make them 'forget' what happened. And afterwards everyone says that, that never happens in real life.
Bullshit. Completely wrong. It does. I mean, how else would I be in this situation if it didn't? Exactly. I wouldn't be, would I.
Oh, how rude of me, I completely forgot to introduce myself. My name is Rose Blanche, 15 ½ years of age. I have long white hair that has a slight greyish tinge to it, and blood red eyes. Yes, this is my natural appearance, I'm albino, get over it. Although, I have always worn a pale blonde wig and honey coloured contacts, that way my appearance doesn't freak people out, and I avoid being bullied and unnecessary questions. I'm about 5ft 6" normally, but if I'm wearing my awesome biker boots 5ft 8", and if I wear my killer heels I'm 5ft 10". You'll find out why they're killer heels later on, and it's not just because of their size. One more thing, just for all the boys out there, I have an average chest size, about a C and if you ask me my weight, I'll kill you.
Comprenez? C'est bien.(1)
Now that we've cleared that up, I suppose I should explain my current predicament. Well...hum, logically speaking, I should probably start at the beginning, so I will.
The date is Saturday 1st May 2010: the time, about 3 o'clock.
Weather: a cold breeze and slight showers, barely a drizzle.
Location: North East England, Stockton-on-Tees, walking down Harewood Crescent, and onto Ferndale.
Here's where the real story starts.
'5 more papers to deliver, then I can go home, and hopefully it won't start raining again.' I think as I listen to Supermassive Black Hole by Muse on my Ipod Touch. A cold breeze whistles past, ruffling my pale blonde hair that isn't pinned up, bringing with it a sudden tension into the air. Focusing my honey eyes onto my pallid purple hands; the feeling of intense gazes on my back increases.
I'm being watched. Why? And by who?
The tension increases as the slamming of a car door echoes throughout the silence that has enveloped the area. It's almost unbearable now, so much so that I can taste it in the air. My mouth completely dry, I lick my lips, and chew the inside of my cheek.
'Just keep walking' I tell myself. 'You're being paranoid and over thinking things again.' Chills run up my spine as the breeze blows past again. Getting Away With Murder by Papa Roach starts playing, and almost like it was a cue, I'm jumped from behind.
A white cloth is placed over my nose and mouth. I gasped in shock, inhaling the drugs on the material, tasting it in my mouth. 'Chloroform' was all that I registered before darkness overcame me, the drugs finally taking effect.
An orange paper bag falls to the floor. Five papers scatter across the path, the wind tousling their pages. Gently teasing them to follow its dance. And there unnoticed I slip my one salvation. A mobile phone. A single message sent to everyone on my contact list. One word. Help.
A small smile graces my face. Finally I let myself be consumed by the black abyss that is unconsciousness, whilst being hauled into the back of a muddy white van. I will be fine.
I hope.
End Note
(1) Comprenez? - Understand?
C'est bien. - That's good.
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