I don't know, who put some hyperactive plot bunnies in my head? I barely started another fic and then this... thing popped up! And now, I barely start this thing and another pop up! What's wrong with you brain? Made up your mind already!
Summary: Grand Line is certainly something, no matter how long you sailed the sea it still hold mysteries that not even the world's strongest pirate crew know how to handle; a legendary island which connect the past and the future! And man, these random pirates crew that comes from the future is sure is a problem, and who is this Monkey D. Luffy anyway?
Current random pirates crew; Kuja Pirate
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Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece or any of it's character.
Warnings: Language, Poor grammar, Somewhat Time-Travel!AU, Set after Ace becomes the second division commander, Alive!Whitebeardpirates, Confusing point of view, OOC, No slash (except Hancock being... Hancock), typo(s), irregular update, Fail title, Fail humor, pretty much amateur's works, T because I'm paranoid
Sorry, it's my insecure!Author personality taking place. Now, enjoy(?)!
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PUMPKIN ISLAND
chapter 1
The arrival of problems
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Marco POV
It was a calm, calm day on Moby Dick.
They were heading to one of many islands that they claim to protect, the supplies in their ship are thinning be it food or medical supply. Not to mention it's been a while after they stepping on a land, the crew is getting restless. Not that they don't like being in the ship, it was their home after all, it's just that some kind of human instinct that just plainly want to feel a real earth beneath their feet.
The crew was doing their chores (Mostly with occasional pranks here and there, one could only wonder where such childishness come from*uhukseconddivisoncommanderuhuk*), the commanders were (Supposed to) doing their job (Namely paperwork. Honestly! They are pirates! That choice of career was supposed to be paperwork-less!), the nurse were scolding their father of his consumption of alcoholic beverage (You would think they would've given up by now... apparently not.), and the captain himself was sitting on his giant chair on the deck of the ship calmly ignoring his daughters' protest while taking a sip from his drink and occasionally giving his deep laughter for his sons' antics.
Same old, same old...
The only thing that becomes a concern was the ocean.
The ocean was... uncharacteristically calm. Clear sky, blue sea, warm sunlight... even the waves is calm and the wind is steady, it was almost as calm as the blues, even Paradise is livelier than this. So, the calm is unnerving and it was wrong; they were in New World for Whitebeard's sake! The second part of Grandline! Since when this ocean can become this calm? There would be at least seakings or storms or some random avalanche coming!
(That was a bad memory from Maubeugemour, honestly, some random avalanche from the sky and some random vertically 'sliced' sea is not his favorite 'accident' that happen to him in his God knows how long voyage live.)
...okay, maybe it's not good to start thinking like that. So, instead, Marco leaned to the railings of the ship (Paperwork forgotten, it's not like the other commanders do that... thing anyway.) and trying to enjoy the suspicious and uncommonly peace and stable weather instead of worrying over nothing like a seriously overprotective mother hen.
...God, hanging around with Thatch and Ace is really started to rubbing on him.
"COME BACK HERE YOU BRAT!" speaks of the devil, he shall appear.
"WHO DID YOU CALLED A BRAT YOU OLD MAN?!" ah, it supposed to be 'they shall appear'
The first division commander watch in interest as the second and fourth division commander wildly running around in their ship's deck like a some six year old again.
...Then again, they probably mentally are.
Some of their brothers weren't aboard The Moby Dick; there are after all some missions to attend. Today's number of absent brothers on their ship was huge, almost 50% of the second division (That's why Ace had been running around like he have no care to the world, ha brat.), and 30% of the fourth division (And Thatch is joining him in running around; more headache for our favorite resident mother 'phoenix' apparently). It's no big deal tough; the ship is still as lively as ever.
A gasp, "Marco save me!"
The head chef is hiding behind him, why? Oh, Ace is using his 'I'm-so-annoyed-do-not-blame-me-for-your-third-degree-burns' look. Poor man. Why were they had chasing (And insulting) each other again? Right, most likely something(s) stupid. No, do him a favor and don't tell him the details, heavens know he don't want to know the cause of his sudden migraine for the sake of his some-short of remaining sanity.
"That's enough, yoi."
The young commander glared at him in such a manner that must be sent his subordinates start to apologize without knowing what the heck their commander's problem is. But here, as the first division commander AND the first mate, Marco is nowhere a subordinate and practically Ace's higher up, so the glare is rather harmless for him.
(Unless the glare change to be the youngest brother's most sincere puppy-eyes or kicked puppy look, the one that was freaking adorable and heart crushing and the one which the young pirate unconsciously pull at them; the mischievous-fake kicked puppy one is not that adorable. And thank God he hadn't been aware of those oh so adorable look (the sincere one). Hell, with those ability, his bounty was supposed to be higher than The Captain himself because that look can drive everyone to do anything(s) he wants.)
"What the heck are you two doing anyway? And I doubt it's your duty as commander to 'bless this crew with happiness and joy for moral support' Thatch, yoi."
Thatch gaped at him. "What? It's true! And you see it all happened when Ace—"
PLUK
A newspaper delivered from the news coo right to the fourth division commander's face and then the seagull fly to perch on the amused freckled pirate, waiting to be paid (which the young pirate is currently doing while keeping that Oh-the-world-love-me grin on his face).
"...Today's special menu for lunch guys: Sashimi Seagull." Was the only warning the poor news coo got before Thatch make him flying for his dear live, away from the mad slashing sword that the fourth division commander pull.
"Isn't Sashimi supposed to be made from seafood?" asked Ace in amused tone.
"Like you're not going to eat anything the chefs serve you anyway, yoi." Marco replied while picking the newspaper from the deck's floor.
Ace eyed him, "Why you read newspaper anyway?"
"Well," Marco shrugged, "As a pirate, knowing what happen in the world you living in could be useful you know yoi."
Ace just hummed.
"Or," Marco smirked, "To pay a caution of some potential stupid pirate-assassin-wannabe with some stupid murder attempt directed to our Captain, yoi."
"Oh shut it birdbrain that was ages ago." Despite the growl and harsh world, there are red blush dusting the newest commander's cheek that make the older pirate couldn't help but ruffle those raven locks.
"Hey! I'm not a kid!"
Ignoring the protests and 'I-hate-you' glare from the blushing pirate, Marco shifting his attention back to the newspaper.
But before he was able to read any sentence, something (feathery and carrying something) crash to his face.
The poor news coo just keep flying after sending the first division commander sprawled on the ship's deck, leaving a certain brunette that was the fourth division commander sweat-dropping.
"Sorry, Marco I don't—"
Anything that the fourth division commander was going to say abruptly stop as the ship start to shake, sending jolts everywhere. Marco get up hastily, anger and plan of revenge forgotten, Ace looking around in wary, expecting some kind of the source of the jolt, while Thatch's hand is above his sword's hilt.
"What—?"
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"
"Are we being attacked?!"
"SEAKINGS?"
The panic that suddenly rose in the crew because of the jolts abruptly fell into silence as thick, milky white fogs engulf them. The fog seems to absorb any sound emitted as they don't hear their other sibling's chatter anymore, only faint smell of sea water, the sound of their own beating heart, and some 5 meters long hindsight that their sense catch reminds them that they are still on the Moby's deck.
The three commanders' expression is guarded and stern, their form stand still beside their adoptive father with other commanders' close, most likely preparing for attack. The strongest man in the world even looked rather wary, as if this thing never happened to him. Then again this is New World, it would bring no shock if there is an island which freezing and burning at the same time. Marco could only see that Thatch's hand is above his sword, that Izo had been drawing his pistols, and thanks to the newest commander's little flicking fire, he could see the entire commander present is in their various battle gear and position.
Marco understands the fact that New World is unpredictable, but really, can't their on-navigation-duty crew warn them about something? And what the hell is their on crow-nest duty brother doing? Shouldn't they, at least, realize something sooner?
For a moment the air is tense and thick, the building tension is so heavy, then suddenly the fog get clearer and clearer until they can see the entire Moby Dick and close to 50 meter square areas beyond the ship. The first division commander trying to squint harder to look beyond the still thick fog—
"SHIP HO!"
"A ship?" low and deep voice inquired, their father apparently, is more curious rather than wary this time, wanting to know if it was a threat or not.
The figure in the distance—a ship—had closed their space and up closer, Marco, and most of the crew mates that is smart or educated or fortunately sane or unfortunately have a bad luck to have encountered the object they spotted, recognized that the 'object' is a pirate ship.
With Kuja pirates' trademark poisonous-big-beast-snake and Jolly Roger.
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So much for a 'some-short of remaining sanity' he had left.
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"What's up in front of us Sonia-nee-sama?"
"...Mari?"
"Yes?"
"Come on. We need to tell Ane-sama"
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"What the hell is attached to that ship?"
And of course, one of the few crews that is not really educated for up-to-date news, unfortunately (rather) insane, and have some short of good luck to not encounter the object yet is the second division commander.
"Those-" Izo stated, hand pointing at the beasts, "are snakes."
A blank stare, "Snakes? It looks like a freaking seakings!"
Izo nodded, clearly a little annoyed but was used to the treatment, "And the snakes is attached to Kuja pirates' ship. Shichibukai 'Pirate Empress' Boa Hancock's crew."
At here Thatch gave a whistle, "Says she is the most beautiful woman on earth. Everyman who ever met her or once saw her bounty poster probably can't disagree on that statement." And he chuckled, "I never met her tough."
"That," Vista butted in their conversation, "Is probably for the best Thatch. Most of the not surviving men is literally become dead-stone a moment they saw her."
"Or so you have heard."
"Or so I have heard and seen the evidence."
"Wait, what?" Ace, looked rather curious, asked.
"The evidence, sons." Whitebeard was the one who had said that, "Is probably going to be one of you if you keep the 'Pirate Empress' gossip up" At his sons' lightly red dusted cheeks he chuckled, and then added, "Careful, she's one hell of a woman."
"Have you met—" and the statement is died on their young brother's tongue because there were screams echoing on deck. All the commanders and the captain himself looked tense, ready to defend their family from any harm.
"SHE'S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN UNIVERSE!"
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"A ship you say?"
"Yes, Ane-sama"
"And what's was that supposed to do with this foggy weather, Sonia?"
"About that..."
"What's 'about that', Sonia?"
"It's not a regular ship."
"Hm?"
"It's Moby Dick. Whitebeard's ship! Ane-sama that only means—"
"Show me."
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...Only to be crashed and face-palmed at the sight of some men drooling and the others had that blushing-love-sick expression on their face, oh do not forget the sickly pink heart shaped eyes... and was that some kind of heart organ that pooped out of their sibling's chest?
Ace gaped.
Whitebeard looked rather amused but concerned about his sons safety (and perhaps what must be left of the little thing that was once dubbed as their sanity.)
Thatch perhaps saw this as some blackmail material.
Marco feels another migraine coming.
"Who dares to interrupt," a melodic, feminine, and authority-holding voice echoed from above, "My course with their ship?"
And there, standing on the one of the beast's head, clad in one hell of a very hot wardrobe (now that they are this close all the Kuja crew is wearing a... hot wardrobes. Perhaps it's tradition?) And high heels, is one hell of a personification of beauty.
Boa Hancock. 'The Pirate Empress'. Royal Shichibukai. Captain of Kuja pirates. Queen of Amazon Lily.
The most so very freaking beautiful woman on earth.
A well-manicured hand points at the Moby's figurehead, and for some of the crew's surprise, the beast lowered itself to that direction, allowing the woman to slide easily and threateningly to their ship. Standing on their figurehead, the female pirate send the Whitebeard crew some sort of looks that made certain she is a whole level higher than them before she smiled some bright yet cold (How the hell can she do that?) smile.
Marco keeps his facade of calmness and nonchalantly intact, who knows how the hell the woman's brain works? Not him, not this crew, not even the marine knows anyway. So it's better to stay on guard while looked so calm because as the (Maybe not official) first mate and the first division commander, his looks (aside from the captain's) is the moral of the crew; if he looks calm, there will be no problem they can't handle, if he panics, only God knows what will happen, if he looked depressed, then perhaps it's the end of the world.
A low growl from the not-so-idiots crew, "What do you want Shichibukai?!"
And hot-head crews, "You can't just invite yourself into other pirate's ship like that!"
And we-had-no-manner-crews, "That's unforgiveable!"
One delicately looking eyebrow lifted, "Unforgivable?"
A finger was lifted, "Whatever I've done," Her chin is rising proudly, fearlessly, "And whatever I will do," And keep rising... "The world will forgive me," Now, her faze is facing the sky, "Why?" They all pretty sure her gaze was at her back...
And now she lifted her gaze to meet the captain's "Because I'm beautiful."
The words echoed through the fog.
Various nod and shout of agreement from both ships.
"KYAA! HEBIHIME-SAMA~!"
"HANCOCK-SAMA~!"
Yes, definitely a headache, Marco thought while eyeing his sibling's decreasing sanity that was shown by their... ah 'unique' love stricken facial expression, A big and painful migraine at that. Where was that little dust that once served as his sanity? Ah, probably left it somewhere in some random sky island.
And suddenly a deep amused but guarded laugh comes from one of the yonkou.
"Gurararara. You sure are one hell of woman."
Still looking low (with her chin being pointed at the sky.) she answers, "That is indeed I am."
"What event do I owe the pleasure of your companion Hancock?" Some sarcasm there.
"Not anything that you need to know." Boa Hancock looked like she was being offended and her tone are so cold and hold almost no respect at all.
One aged eyebrow lifted.
No one says anything, for a moment it was a battle of will from two of the most powerful human being with great influence.
"Do you need anything?" It was a surprise that the first words were come from the older man.
"...I'd like to meet Portgas D. Ace tough."
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And that was the prolog! I was planning it to be some sort of related one shots... so yeah. And hopefully my dear plot bunnies haven't disappeared yet so I can continue writing! God knows I'm poor at grammar and English is not my native language so... Is there anyone willing to beta reading this thing?
One last rambling: Is Haruta a man or woman? I'm confused, some fic referred Haruta as he, but I found others who referred Haruta as a she! Which one is correct?
And review! Review is my soul!
