AN and Disclaimer:
Heya everyone! I've been thinking of writing a One Piece fanfiction recently, so I decided to give it a shot. The story is a bit slow so FYI you'll only see my OC in short snippets until Chapter 4 where you'll actually get to read from her POV. I wanted to be loyal to the amount of detail that goes into each One Piece arc so I wanted to give readers a view of what the other characters are doing besides my own. If you just wanted to have a glimpse of what my OC is like, you can head on over to Chapter 4, though I do still recommend reading the initial chapters if not you might have trouble understanding what's going on. Do enjoy! (:
This work is purely fictional. Do not associate the events and characters in this book with real-life situations or people.
I do not own the characters of the anime and manga 'One Piece', however Mint, Clover and multiple other characters are my own creation. I do not own the idea of the anime and manga 'One Piece' and all rights are reserved to Eiichiro Oda.
This book takes place after the Zou arc and follows the other half of the Strawhats, the Heart Pirates and others who are heading to the Wano Country, so spoilers may be given.
A sharp prick to her side was all it took for her own body to disown her. Her muscles relaxed against her will, and she slumped against the ground barely conscious. A few clicking sounds later, the heaviness weighing down her hands released. She heaved her body upwards, trying to crawl away but her movements were sluggish and her mind was still hazy from another dosage they had given her earlier.
Her head was roughly jerked up from the ground. A hand wrapped in a thick dirty rag forced open her mouth and the sharp metallic taste that followed almost made her gag. A single pill was pushed to the back of her tongue and she tried, she tried not to swallow. But her natural reflex was faster and her throat muscles contracted. She collapsed into a coughing fit.
Her body was rarely her own anymore.
Usually, she would've put up more of a fight, desperately trying to stay alert for an opening that she could use to her advantage. But gradually as the days passed and as much as she tried to vehemently deny it, a small part of her began to welcome the sensation of numbness; her consciousness drifting towards memories of happier days.
"One day we should set out to sea together!" a soft girlish giggle echoed in her ears.
"You really think so?" she heard her own voice reply in surprise.
"Of course!" a gentle smile flashed at her. "You'll miss me if I don't come!"
Even against the haze of her mind, she could feel her throat tighten and her body convulsing. She couldn't tell whether it was the pill or the tears streaming down her lengthening muzzle. Her dirty skin split like tree bark, and fine white hair sprouted in its place. A few spasms later and she was still, save for her flank rising and falling to the rhythm of her labored breathing. Someone lifted her off the ground, a little gentler now in comparison to before, dumping her limp body into a cart.
"It's a promise right Clover?" she murmured, almost unable to tell hallucinations from reality. Her vision blurred and she could only see the silhouette of a young mink in front of her.
"Definitely!"