About the title: Aitia = 'Cause' in Greek.
This story only goes up to Chopper, so that means no Robin, Franky, or Brook. Or Vivi, apparently. I was in the middle of the Alabasta arc while writing and finishing this fic, so I apologize about that. xP Also, there will be no pairings. (Yay! :D Well, sorry, LuNa fans and people like that, but... romance means 'bleh' to me.) This is my first fic ever, and I'm sorry if it's not too great. But, give it a try, please? Thanks! Hope you'll enjoy. ^^
After spending almost all day just sitting at the beach, I was bored and my butt was sore. From what? Sitting on sand. Yeah. Real great. "Ugh... I'm thirsty..." I moaned to myself. Maybe some juice will do it... I thought to myself. Yeah, that sounds good. Orange juice sounds like the perfect drink, I finally decided.
Since I wanted some orange juice, I strolled into the nearest restaurant, (on the inside, it's set up kind of like a bar, I guess) and I asked the guy for some juice.
The person working there handed me a mug full of the orange juice that I'd wanted, and I walked out. I always leave to eat or drink whatever I order. I'd come back later with the cup from my drink when I was done and then I'd pay the person. I've been doing it for a while, so everyone's used to it.
As I opened the door and left the restaurant, I passed by a strange group. Really, all it seemed like was a ragtag group of friends that had been dangerously sailing around on the sea, but they seemed fine; they didn't seem to care in the least bit that they were sailing the Grand Line.
The person in front had black hair and was wearing a straw hat, which struck me as kind of odd since someone wearing a straw hat isn't really a common thing for some reason.
After him was a girl with short, reddish orange hair and a tank top with blue diagonal lines intersecting and a little heart on her chest. and something that caught my eye with her was a tattoo that she had on her left arm. A curly-cued 'X' or something with a circular fruit sprouting out of one of the X's arms. Something else that caught my eye, that I really wished didn't, were... And it feels so wrong saying it! But her boobs; they were almost like watermelons dropping off her chest, and they just couldn't be real. I was just so glad she at least was wearing a non-revealing shirt.
Next to her was a guy who had blond hair and it seemed like he'd combed it in such a way so that it covered most of the left side of his face, making that eye impossible to see. His eye that was showing had a curled eyebrow. He was smoking a white cigarette, and a sudden smell of it that reached me and got into my throat which made made me cough uncomfortably.
Following the blond person was another guy with green hair that looked like it was cut pretty terribly, or with exact skill, since it looked like some kind of cool hairdo that might've possibly been achieved by enormous luck and randomly cutting it. He also had these three pretty cool gold earrings dangling from his left ear that seemed as if they could've possibly been clip-ons. And... Are those three swords at his waist? I found myself wondering.
Cowering behind him was an additional guy (I wasn't completely sure if it was a guy at the time...) with poofy black hair that was being sorta grown out. Over his hair was a green bandana-ish thing. The main aspect that really made him weird, though, was his nose. It was so long!
After the long-nosed teen was a blue-nosed reindeer with a pink hat. The hat a white 'X' that looked like it was made out of thick, white tape. He was also wearing reddish-purple pants. I thought the reindeer was the strangest one in the whole group, actually.
The big group walked into the restaurant, but the long-nosed person warily glanced back at me before entering with everyone else. It's just that... the straw hat kid seemed so familiar... like I could've sworn I'd seen him before.
They were all around the same age, probably; possibly like seventeen to twenty years old or something around there. I'm not totally sure about how old reindeer can live to and what they look like at what age. For as much as I knew, he could've been a year old, ten, or even more. I have no clue when it comes to life spans of animals. It's not like I research that kind of thing.
Before I walked away to go and drink my juice, I noticed that the guy in the straw hat poked his head out the door and snatched a look at me. I looked straight back at him, and we just kept up the stare at each other thing for about ten seconds, when someone yelled at him, "Come on!" and it looked like he was tugged back inside the restaurant.
The sight kind of confused me, and I thought about the straw hat kid for a bit. Why does he seem so familiar? was the thought that was circulating round and round in my head. I walked at a brisk pace for maybe ten or fifteen minutes over the cold pavement while slowly drinking my juice.
Finally, I came to my home: a tarp that was a propped up on a couple sticks. Just to make it easier to picture, it's only a sloppy tent that's at the end of a maze-like alleyway. Actually, the alley heads straight for a bit, and then turns several times until it comes to a dead end. There are several passages branching away in different directions, so someone'd either have to be totally lost, or knowing exactly where they're going to get here. It's a pitiful place to live, but it works.
Now, it's time to describe myself. I'm around seventeen years old; maybe closer to eighteen, maybe closer to sixteen. It's not like anyone gives a crap about how old I am anyways. There aren't any birthday parties for hobo-creep-teen-girls anyways.
I was wearing a pair of old leather gloves, beat up jeans, and a sweatshirt that's just completely white. The sweatshirt is one or two sizes too big, so when I pull the hood over my head and yank the strings to close it, it conceals my entire face but leaves a spot that's just big enough to peek out of, which is what I was doing today. That's what I've been doing for three years, so it's habit, really.
That habit was also probably the reason why I had attracted a couple of curious looks from those people today. My feet... well, the covering is kind of like boots, I guess. They're an earthy brown-grey, clawed, and they look like T. Rex feet. They're very thick and protective, and not many people believe me, but they can be very quiet if I need them to be. Most would think they just get in the way, but they really don't.
I crawled into my home, and sat down on my sleeping bag. I heard some air fshh out the other side when it was pushed up by me sitting down. I finished off the tiny bit of orange juice that was left and then set the empty mug down by the head of my bag.
My stomach started to growl, so I grabbed some sandwich ingredients out of a bag that was lying next to my sleeping bag. The ingredients I had bought that day were some ham, cheese, and bread. Oh... and there were a few slices of bologna left over from last night too! "This is going to be a great sandwich," I told myself happily.
I put the sandwich together, and was lifting it up to bite when—
"Hey, Freak! Are you in your little hobo house right now?"
I doubt anyone would believe me on how annoyed I felt at that moment. These kids had forgotten to come and bother me yesterday, so I had just immediately assumed that they were bored with bothering me. Apparently they weren't. It was also a dumb hope for me to have, since they'd been bugging me every day while I was in town ever since I can remember. Even then, whenever I leave to go anywhere for just a few days, they trash my place.
I gently hid my sandwich under my sleeping bag, and walked out to confront the kids. They were just your classic bullies: stupid, but ridiculously stronger than most of the average kids their age. They knew they weren't as strong as me, but I'll admit it, I can be a pushover. Playing tick-off-the-stupid-hobo-living-at-the-end-of-the-alleyway was their favorite game to pass the time.
The kid's two friends were standing by the sides of their leader: the tallest and stupidest of all three of them. They all gave me their 'we own this place' grins as their greeting.
Sorry, but I can't even begin to describe them. If I did, I would stray from their actual features and it would change to a bunch of stuff like '!*#&', and... well, I'd just really hate to start that.
"Guys, it really is impossible for you to go two days without bothering me, isn't it?"
"Sure is, Freak!" 'Freak' is the nickname they've given me. Besides me, they're the only ones who know what I look like under my sweatshirt.
The shortest kid in the group (he wasn't exactly short; I've seen shorter people of his age, but he was the shortest compared to his pals) pulled a grocery bag out from behind his back, and held it out in front of himself. There were heaps of rotting food and garbage in that bag; I knew that from too much firsthand experience.
The two others grabbed as much as they could carry, and then (I call this guy 'Shortness') Shortness scooped as much as he could hold. I'm guessing there was a bit more in there since he set it down on the ground for more ammo later on. If there wasn't more in there, he would've most likely tossed the bag into the dumpster that was standing just five feet away from him.
Alright, here's a note: I call the shortest kid, as I said earlier, Shortness, the middle height kid, Middlay, and then the tallest, Tallako. Yeah, it really doesn't have anything to do with anything, but I've never bothered to learn their real names.
"Ready... aim... throw!" Middlay announced.
"WAIT, A SECOND!" I shouted, waving my hands in front of me. I was going try something new. Out of all the time they've been annoying me, I'd never stood up to these kids, (Yeah. Surprise, surprise.) but I wanted to do something about them now.
All three of them were stunned. Stunned, not like, "OMG, I can't believe she actually did something," but stunned like surprised, such as when someone sneaks up on another person and then that person might not move for a split second. Their arms were all behind them, ready to throw whatever junk they were holding at that given moment. Just to be honest, it looked kinda funny looking at them with their mouths slightly open and then all of them having stinking garbage in their hands.
Their leader, Tallako, blinked after a moment and then shook his head and commanded, "Don't mind her; start throwing!"
Unfortunately for them, I was already prepared and had a plan in mind. It was a kind of stupid idea, but it would be fun and easy.
P.S.: The Straw Hats will be in every chapter; don't worry! :D