(A/N): This is a non-cannon one piece fanfic. Ive made my own characters and a very different, mature storyline. The straw hats might not get much attention through out the fic, because they aren't the main characters or the main crew of this fic, This is my first fic and im actually very nervous about writing it.
P.S. Please dont hate and enjoy. peace :D
The straw hats were ported on an island of the new world. Luffy had sparkles in his eyes as he sat at the edge of his seat peering at the assortment of meat sizzling on the grill in the food stall. Ussop was with his captain and had an almost similar look as he drooled over the stall's table, which made some of the other customers uneasy. Law and Chopper were looking for some good medicines and herbs before they set sail again. Nami was shopping for clothes and other things such as map paper and geometry tools and Sanji helped her carry the bags occasionally shirting into his noodle form. Robin was in the town library looking for new books and new discoveries of archaeology, Zoro who had nothing to do and didn't want to stay in the ship so he decided to go for a walk by himself; everyone opposed the idea of Zoro going out alone since they couldn't stay on the island for long (Pirates life) so he was accompanying Robin at the moment, occasionally grunting at the growing boredom he felt at the library. Franky stayed in the ship working on some blueprints while Brook played his violin.
-Somewhere near the end of The Grand Line-
'' Commander, the preparations are ready.''
The man who was previously sitting on a stool got up. He wore a long black, full sleeve coat, which somewhat resembled a robe and went down till his knees. Under the jacket was a dark blue shirt with horizontal indigo strips and black jean. He had spiky black hair with some blue coloured strands which fell down till his eye brows. He was 6ft 2 and had sea blue eyes. The room in which the crew member had opened the door to call his captain was dark and chilly, it was barren and rugged. As the captain walked towards the door where his crew mate had come to call him, he put arm on the young man's shoulder as he exited the room. The man quietly followed his captain through the hallway. At the end of the wall they were greeted by a door and 2 other men.
One of them wore a red sleeve less jacket with golden strips running across the edges of the jacket and ran across the middle where the buttons would usually be, it was kind of pointed at the shoulders. He wore jet black trousers and black shoes. He had a dangerously intimidating scar that ran along almost the entirety of his right hand and two swords/ katana's behind his back.
The one on the left wore a simple suit, with the sleeves rolled up a little below his elbow and the top 2 buttons open, showing some of his chest. A serpent tattoo in his left arm and a dark menacing look in his dark green eye made the crewman look down at the floor while walking towards them. His straight dark green/ black hair was nicely combed backwards, till the back of his neck.
"Yo, Zane, how long were you planning to be cooked up in that room"
"Hmm..."
"…damn… I've never seen him THIS cold before, huh Naagin?"
"You can say that again. Can't blame him, we both know how fucked up his past is…"
A man from inside the room opens the door and bows his head and speaks
"Master Naagin, Master Viktor, The captain call for you"
They both walk in.
"Damn…always so formal." Remarked Viktor
"Hierarchy is very important for a system to run smoothly. If everyone knew and respected their place in the world, peace could be accomplished fairly easily, but if the power is given in the wrong hands it could be catastrophic. This is precisely what's wrong with the world and era we live in. The hierarchy should be respected both by the ones in the lower section and even by the ones on the top. When the people on the top don't value the position that they are in, that's when the systems fails miserably and that's exactly what's wrong in which we live in at the moment. The world government, the navy, etc. have been corrupted in almost all levels of power, and although there might be a few percentage of the marines who genuinely believe in 'Justice' and believe what they are doing is exactly for the good of the world, don't normally know about the darkness filled in the very organization they serve."
"You and your stupid philosophical thoughts…"
"Of course, I wouldn't expect a person like you to understand what I'm talking about, isn't that right, Vic?
"Eh? What do you mean…?"
"Oh, nothing that concerns you."
"You wanna go man?" Viktor darts, slightly pulling one of his swords with his right hand from his scabbard on his back.
"Don't be an idiot; the commander is calling us now."
"Huh?! Who you calling an idiot, Mr Cat Eyes!"
"Stop acting like a kid! And my eyes resemble a viper, not a cat!" Naagin's hands slowly were turning in the shade of dark green and his nails grew really pointed, overall giving a really scaly look and texture to his hands.
"Stop it. Both of you" a silhouette of the captain was visible in the direction of the voice.
Both of them backed off and bowed slightly facing their commander.
It was then Viktor started to realise the room he was in, the ceiling was not visible and was dark and foggy, blood stained walls with blades and other torture instruments hanging on the wall or kept neatly on a table. All this gave the room a rather sickening and eerie feeling. There was chains hanging from the walls and ceilings, and there were people tied/hooked to them stretching from one end to the other. It was like a butchers store room, but instead of pigs hanging from the hooks, THERE WERE ACTUALLY PEOPLE HANGED. Most of them had blood dripping from their bodies and had blood running from their hands to their shoulders and bare torso. At the end of the room there were huge screens with people in front of monitors testing the placements and stuff. There were a couple of video 'Transponder Snails' ready to be turned on and start recording.
"We're finally doing this, huh?" Naagin spoke out breaking the silence.
"Yes…" Zane replied in a neutral, cold tone.
"What? You getting a cold feet, pussy cat?"
Naagin just replied with a sneer
"Why did u call us commander?" Naagin asked trying to ignore Viktor's silly occasional taunts.
"Ah, yes. I want the two of you to ready all the ships and get ready to sail as soon as possible. The other captains have already been given orders and I just received a message that all the fleets expect two are completely ready to leave."
"My fleet has been ready, expect for me." Naagin replied
"My fleet has a couple of their cargo and loot left, but I think they should be done any time now." Added Viktor.
"Good, get ready to set sail and activate the 'Tsunami Gild' mode in every ship we're going to have a very hasty leave. Vic, make sure your fleet is ready in time. I certainly wouldn't appreciate any setbacks."
"I'll see to it immediately" Viktor said hastily as he bowed and took and leave.
"As for you Naagin, give a hand to Mark, I'm pretty sure he's the only one other than Vic who isn't ready yet. Also, convey the Tsunami order to the other chiefs."
"Affirmative..."
As he turned around to execute the orders given to him by his commander, he pauses…
"Zane…" he speaks in a heavy voice.
Zane turns to see one of his most respected (and feared) crewman, stand in front of him. His eyes darted on Zane and he was almost glaring so as to read or search for answers.
Zane puts on a forced smile and replies completely understanding what Naagin wanted to ask but didn't ask it out loud. "I'm fine…Thank you for your concern"
Naagin just bows and leaves acknowledging the wrong timing to worry about trivial matters and makes a beeline path to the docks.
Zane just breathes out slowly and looks back at the people at the computer section.
"I want only four people here and not more than that. Irwin pick your top 3 men and dismiss the rest. They rest are to return to their respective fleets."
Ruckus could be heard above the underground shelter where he was present at the moment. The dismissed tech guys rushed out the room and headed towards the lift.
"Commander…" Irwin was at arms distance from Zane. "Everything's set."
"Good…"
'Now then…' Zane thinks to himself 'Let Hell begin'
(A/N): And thats it for the first chapter. I edited this chapter, so if you're reading this then you're reading the edited version.
P.S. If u liked the chapter, do add a review and if u didnt like some of the stuff u could help me and give me some advise. (first fic after all) :p.
Peace~
