Moonlight

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Chapter One-Stowaway

Sunlight dappled the ground, having been able to break through the leaves and leave it's light reflecting off the smooth grass I was to be sitting on. I happened to have been reminiscing my parents death currently.

Sure I was sad they were gone, but it's not like they had really cared for me. Yeah, they provided food and shelter, but other than that I was left alone and ignored. And on the small Island (and consequently, small village) I lived, there was no other hope for me to make even a single friend who could help me not feel so alone all the time, except for one time, but after he was captured there was nothing I could even do... Which is why I come here, to this little forest usually left alone and hummed to myself or whatever sort of wildlife that might be hanging around.

I liked to keep my emotionless mask on, but when it was hard I came here. I loved to hum, but not actually sing the words if you get what I mean, I sound pretty awful when I try to actually sing. So for now I let my mind roam free.

Suddenly a twig snapped, interrupting my song and my head tilted towards the noise. A small yet cold breeze blew through my long silver blonde hair, and a cloaked figure slowly stepped out of the trees, knowing he'd been caught.

I slowly inched away, but my back hit the tree that I had sat next to, who was this person? I was the only one who ever came out here. Not only that, he looked around my age. He definitely wasn't from here.

"Sorry, I got lost, can you point me back to the town?" The stranger asked, pretending He hadn't heard me humming to myself.

I really wanted nothing to do with this newcomer, "It's that way." I said in a monotone voice.

"Thanks." The stranger politely said and headed off, probably thinking I was a freak. Not that I cared.

Well since my parents were now officially gone, I had nowhere to stay. The villagers most likely weren't going to continue to let me stay in 'their' village. Honestly I knew they wished I had died instead of my parents. I'll have to find a ship to travel on, or live in these woods. So with more lyrics rolling around in my head, I stood up and went back to my old home to pack up what few things I had.

Walking through the forest was very calming, and luckily my house had been right next to it so I didn't have to go through the village. Up in my room I grabbed my black backpack and stuffed my clothes, which consisted of two pairs of black jeans, one pair of white shorts, a silver tank top, and a white shirt, into my bag. The only jacket I had, I was currently wearing because the weather of this island was like the weather you would feel halfway through fall, cold, but not cold enough to snow. Finally I strapped my dagger onto my left thigh and was set to go. I raided the downstairs portion of our house for any money I could find and then left.

I managed to sneak down to the small port this town owned without being seen and found myself lucky, there was a supply ship scheduled to leave today. My only problem was I had to somehow get past the people who were loading the ship.

There was one thing I could do, but I had never tried this before. I haven't mentioned this, but my parents love to read so our house was literally full of books of all kinds, and with all the time I had on my hands, I managed to read a lot of them. If I remembered correctly, there was a certain book teaching me about the pressure points of humans.

So, when I saw the captain of the ship had gone into his quarters, I snuck up behind a worker that was on the dock, and going unnoticed, I sent him into unconsciousness. The other two workers on board seemingly hadn't noticed their crew mate falling face first onto the wood dock somehow.

I slipped on board when the two idiots turned to admire the crystal ocean today, and not wanting to cause more trouble, I climbed below deck silently into a storage room full of crates and hid in the very back in a small gap between towering crates and thanked my small form that was able to squeeze between.

And somehow as I felt the calming waves of the ocean rocking the still docked boat back and forth, maybe it was just me being an idiot like those workers, or maybe it was because I hadn't slept in the last two and a half days, I fell soundly asleep.

I was awoken from my nap by the sound of shuffling feet somewhere close to me, and I quickly held my breath. I had no clue if they were coming towards me or not. All of the sudden the noise stopped, but it's not like the person who was moving around had left. I heard a loud yawn.

Had there been someone else down here sleeping as well? Confused questions ran through my mind, as the person began to walk, and it sounded like they were getting closer to my hiding spot. My mouth opened in surprise, letting out an inaudible gasp when the black cloaked figure I had met earlier walked by me, but he must've seen a flash of my blonde hair as they'd walked by and they quickly whipped back around and stared at me. I had my knees pulled up against my chest to take up as little space as possible, I think I had confused him.

I gave a small wave and whispered a single question, "Stowaway?"

The guy only nodded dumbly at me, I almost wanted to laugh at the coincidence that was befalling us. But I still felt I couldn't trust him, after all I hadn't even seen his face once, it had always been covered by the hood of his cloak. Although, he probably felt he couldn't trust this small, dressed in black, but has bright blonde hair girl.

It began to get really awkward, it's not like either of us could just pretend we hadn't seen each other. It was either a curse or a blessing when the workers of the ship heavily walked across the deck above us and opened the trapdoor to the storage room we were in, leaving the stranger diving into a gap across from me. Thankfully it had seemed the idiots hadn't seen him, and began to unload the ship, *How long have I been sleeping?* I wonderingly thought, but then something dawned on me.

Sure I had had a plan for getting on this ship, but how was I supposed to get off?

Harsh sunlight was filtering into the storage room through the opening, but it didn't quite reach the back where I was. Maybe I'll just let the stranger attract the attention while I make a silent escape. I glanced over at the guy and saw he was probably thinking along the same lines as me, but with me as the bait instead. *Shimata, what am I gonna do...* was my only thought.

The workers were slowly but surely unloading this room and it would only be a matter of time until they found me. So, using the only reasonable ideas littering my mind I formulated a plan for myself, who cares about the stranger honestly.

I rehearsed the plan one last time in my mind as the workers came into the room once more, and when they left, I bolted. Halting at the exit, I made sure the people had their backs to me and climbed out. Luck was not on my side, as the people heard me scrambling, however it was too late to stop my plan as I dived into the water and swam to the island, thankful those useless parents of mine at least taught me how to swim. I could hear the cries of "Catch her!" behind me fade into commands, "Go see if we have any other stowaways down there!" and I smirked ever so slightly at the unfortunate stranger's poor luck. I reached the beach and pulled myself out, sopping wet, but my backpack was waterproof so I at least had dry clothes to change into.

I turned around to get one last look at the ship I had snuck on to see if the stranger had escaped, but to my surprise it was now covered in flames.

I couldn't help but feel a little bad.

The island I had been brought to was a extremely large, long island full of modern cities, the exact opposite of my home island. It was also very hot so I was thankful there were so many clothes shops. I was planning on staying here on the island for a couple days at the least so I needed some more summer clothes, and maybe a bigger bag. Most of the clothes shops however just displayed frilly dresses, things I would never wear.

Finally I spotted a small clothes shop with some decent clothes. I veered off the Side of the street and opened the shop's door, making a little bell jingle.

"Welcome!" A woman's voice came from the right of me. I looked over to see the owner (most likely) behind the counter, she had short, straight dark red hair and was wearing a crop top with skinny black jeans.

I nodded at her and wandered around the store, feeling awkward but not showing it. I inspected a crop shirt myself, liking the pattern. It was black and littered with a white snowflake pattern and was loose and flow-y. I picked that out and then grabbed two more pairs of shorts, then walked over to the woman. As she was cashing up the things for me I remembered something, "Do you happen to sell bags, like a duffel bag or something?" I quietly asked.

"Actually-" She said and went back into a room behind the counter and came out with a silver duffel bag, my favorite color. However if my eyes didn't deceive me, I could've sworn I'd seen her frantically stuffing something inside of one of the pockets in it when she was back in the storage room, but I shrugged it off. "I do happen t' have one." She smiled at me.

Once again I nodded and she frowned at my lack of emotion. "Hey, why're you so against showin' your emotions?" She asked, and I realized she had a bit of an accent.

I stare at her a second before replying, "This is how I've always been." and ended with a shrug.

He frown became deeper as she inspected me closer, I almost felt like she saw my problematic right eye before she said, "You should try 'avin some fun. I 'appen to know a bar that's havin' a big party t'night." She said, a slight grin spreading across her face, "I could make ya all pretty."

I dropped the money I owed her on the counter and grabbed my new items and began to head for the exit, but quicker than light, the woman appeared in front of me, "I may not know how t' use it, but don't underestimate someone who's eaten a devil fruit." She said fully smiling again, pulling out a dress she was holding behind her. It was silver and tight around the top part, but then splayed out and ended around the knees. A white sash was tied around the center, separating the tight part from the flowing part. "No way am I wearing that." I blatantly stated.

"No escapn' now!" The lady chuckled.

As much as I hated to admit it, I was weaker than I thought and she had forced me into the dress. I hated it.

Somewhere along the way I'd learned the woman's name to be Hikari, and had grudgingly told her mine as well.

"All right, Luna, you look pretty." She said backing away from me after finishing curling my long blonde hair. She admired her work.

"I'm not going anywhere in this." I felt utterly ridiculous, why would people wear these kind of outfits?

Before I had even realized what was happening, I felt Hikari clip on a pair of handcuffs to my wrists, making them stuck behind my back, and thus she dragged me out of her shop. "By the way the dress costs 20,000 Beri." She said as we walked (Well me more like dragged) into the streets, the moonlight shining down onto my slim figure.