Well, this isn't something that I honestly expected to end up doing at this point in time, but at this point I don't really care. I've been sitting on this story for who know's how long, and since I don't seem to have any inspiration for 'To drift like a cloud' This is what I'm going to be doing for the time being. The original idea I took from another story that someone I know had up at one point but took down for personal reasons.
Anyway, continuing on, this story is going to be dark, like, really dark at times. Not necessarily in this chapter, since I'm trying to set things up more than anything, but I will not be skimping any details when it comes to certain things. That, and the fact that there will be gore, are the main reasons that this story is being set as an M rate right at this moment. That, however, could change depending on the what you people who read this think, since I already have my character's personality, and a few other things, set as it is, so there's no changing it, but if you want me to make it so that the M is for Sexual situations, that would depend on how things end up.
Well either way, enough Dilly Dallying, because it's time to get this show on the road. I'm not expecting an outstanding response when it comes to this story anytime soon really, but anything you can give me, don't be afraid to say, I can take it.
So yeah, I don't own One Piece or any of its character's, must Natalia. Viewer discretion Advised!
The beginning of every story is often the focal of a person's interests. Weather that person is interesting in the story just for purely amusement reasons, or if someone is just that invested in a story, the beginning is always what draws someone in. It is that beginning that often is overlooked in the grand scheme of things, after all, does a person remember their first few years of life? Often the case is shown that no they do not, but for those few that can say that they can remember small parts of their first years shows that their beginnings were often more important to them then one who does not.
Of course this does nothing to dissuade the fact that the Beginning of the story, is just that, A start to the whole picture that is know as a story, whether it is of a book, movie, or even something completely different. The fact of the matter reasons, that the beginning of a story is just as important as the rest of the story and should not be forgot, but the content itself is often what catches the eye of those who tune in to actually listen to the stories given. Often times the story will be ignored, but for those few that are heard and spread, it is a story that will, given time, never die out.
The story in this case, however, follows a young child by the name of Natalia, one who doesn't know her last name, or if she even had one. This, however, would not be of interest, considering the fact that she had lived in an Orphanage for most of her life. However, the thing that would catch anyone who even had an ounce of moral in them, was the fact that the child covered herself up as best she could, at least in terms of her torso, despite the red that seemed to seep through her clothes from underneath. Even with the obvious wounds, the Child did not cry out, or even ask for it to stop. Instead she just sat there in the small part of the Orphanage that she would often go to, and stay there with nary a thought on anything but the spot of moss that was growing on the stone floor by her feet.
Footsteps echoed through the almost empty building, each crack of sound causing the small child to flinch. Her hair was a bit short, but it still dropped in front of her face, however the fact of the matter was that she was covered in some much dirt, grime, and dried blood, that anything, even to her skin color, could not be determined. The girl's grey eyes, however, seemed to be blank at the moment, except when she looked up towards the source of the footsteps, her eyes landing on man that had what seemed to be a bubble around his head. Her grey eyes lingered on him for not even a second, before they turned towards the other man that had been shoved into the room.
He was large, and if the fact that he looked so rough was anything to go by then it was obvious that he was a pirate of some sort. For whatever reason he didn't seem to be fighting against the man with the bubble, though she did understand that he was important in some way. Bubble man always came in here with someone eventually, or he came in with another bubble person, and a person who wasn't a bubble person. She didn't understand who the bubble people were, even with knowing that they were important.
The small grey eyed girl stood up on shaky feet, her legs skinny in an way that was definitely not healthy, and even with the dirt, one could see that her skin was an unhealthy pale color. That mattered little, even as she stumbled to the side slightly, her head lolling with the movement, though she still stood after a second of moving to the side. Now that she was standing, however, one could easily tell that not all of the blood that was on the girl belonged to her.
"T-toy?" The girl's voice sounded out, her voice completely broken, not even an ounce of it having any emotion as she looked towards Bubble man, and the pirate that was next to him.
The bubble man gave a smile behind the bubble, even as he pushed the man towards the center of the room "Yes Little Natalia, a toy for you! Please don't break this one as fast as you did last time."
"T-toy." The girl intoned once again, looking at the man who was starting to freak out a bit when looking at the man on the ground "T-thank y-o?"
Bubble man's face turned into a scowl as he walked towards the girl, and kicked her in the gut, not even getting a response as more red started to seep into what could barely be considered clothes now "No no no! Its thank you! Not thank yo, Thank you!"
"H-hai…" Natalia spoke, her voice even despite the kick that injured her even more "T-thank, Y-y-you?"
Giving a cruel smile, and a nod, bubble man walked back towards the door "Yes, that's how you say it! Now, have fun Little Natalia, and don't break him to fast! We did cut out his tongue so it would be harder to tell after all."
The cruel laughter of the world noble echoed through the area a second later, as electricity started to spark off of the little girl, even as she moved towards the man, completely ignoring the blood that started to cling to her bare feet. The second the door to the room closed, a scream of horror rang out even as the sound of a lightning storm echoed through the area as well.
Another person gone. They took him again once he stopped reacting to the electricity, and for the life of her she couldn't understand why the kept doing that to her. They had told her that the people that didn't have bubbles that came in here with them were her toys, though she still did not understand what exactly that meant. What even was a toy? Some part of her felt weird whenever she had been told that those people were Toy's. She did understand what the difference between genders were, but she did not understand, what it meant when the part of her started to feel weird at calling those pirates Toys.
The sound of feet come towards her caught her attention once again, her dull grey eyes moving towards the source once again. She expected to have something brought to her, however, what she did not expect was to find multiple non-bubble people opening the door. The girl only have the chance to tilt her head, before she saw the bubble person that was following them, his black eyes looking at her with something akin to disgust.
"This is the waste of space that I was talking about earlier." The bubble man spoke, though he wasn't the one that would usually bring her things.
Natalia tilted her head once again, her thin legs trying to get up, but doing little more then shaking instead of actually supporting her weight. She didn't recognize this bubbleman, she didn't know who any of the bubble people were, but this one in front of her was definitely not one she recognized. Of course with how she really didn't have an opinion on anything since she didn't even know what an opinion was, thought she did hear about it once, she didn't know what to think when the men that Bubble man brought with him, grabbed her and hefted her up in a way that would cause most people to yell in pain due to just how rough they were being.
One of the men who grabbed her let out a noise of disappointment "Really? Not even a whimper? Man, I thought that we would have gotten something out of her from that. Wasn't exactly gentle."
"Hmpm, who cares!" Bubble man spoke with a scowl while looking at Natalia "This Charade has gone on long enough! I will not have my son kill of anymore of my Property! You four are only here to bring that sorry excuse for an object anywhere that I will never see it again!"
It wasn't Natalia's imagination when she felt the guys around her flinch for whatever reason. It seemed that she was right, the bubble people really were important in one way or another. She didn't understand why it was that she was being called an it either, since she was certain that bubble man, at least the one she was familiar with, called her a 'she' for whatever reason. Deciding to ignore that, Natalia slumped onto the person that a hold of her, thinking that she should at least try and get some sleep for whatever it was that was going to have to deal with.
As it turned out though, she didn't get as much as she wanted due to the fact that something crashed against the side of the ship that she had the other people had boarded not to long ago, or at least she thought it wasn't too long ago. Time concepts was something that she had never understood, and she didn't really care to, at least not at the moment. Even still the crashing wasn't something she could sleep through, she decided to wait it out to see what was going, only to have a hole appear in the side of the ship where she was trying to sleep, her dull eyes staring at the large round object that was now lying not too far from her. What it was that was in front of her, she didn't really know, and if she were honest, she didn't care, even as she stood up on unsteady feet.
Looking through the whole of the ship the girl only had enough of a chance to look through the hole before the ship lurched once again, and she tumbled into the water down below, darkness taking her quickly when she hit it, not one of the pirates, or the slavers, as Natalia would learn much later as they were, seeing her disappear under the waves as the two sides attacked each other.
Nami was, for a lack of a better word, feeling like she was going to break at the moment. She had agreed to get a bunch of money for Arlong so that she could buy the village back, something that a ten year old would have a lot of trouble with on her own, but she was certain that she could do it, but she felt like shit because of the fact that she had made it so that she had joined the Arlong pirates. It wasn't the fact that she had joined the crew that had gotten to it, it was the fact that she had to lie to everyone in the village when she joined the crew. The disappointment she saw in a lot of their expressions was obvious enough that she just needed to get away.
Grimacing a bit at the weather at the moment, Nami looked up towards the storm clouds on the Horizon. From the looks of it the clouds weren't going to come near the island, or least they weren't going to be hit by the storm, but it was still enough to cause the orange haired girl to feel that she wasn't going to be able to actually get that alone time. Turning away from the storm Nami would have just walked back to the village, if not for the fact that she saw something brown on the beach. Normally that wouldn't be unusual, if not for the fact that the beach was always cleared due to the high tide, so what was it on the beach.
Walking over towards the object, the girl's eyes quickly widened when she realized that the object that was on the beach wasn't something, but a person. A few wounds could be seen poking out from underneath her clothes, and from the looks of it they had been exposed to salt water causing them to fester. WIdening her eyes at the fact that there was a person in danger of dying, Nami didn't think, but react.
She picked them up and dragged them towards Cocoyashi village, yelling for help the whole way.
So, yeah, that was a thing? I mean, in my opinion I didn't really do all that much just yet that this would go into the realm of M rated gore, but this is, after all, just a taste of what has, and is going to, happen. Has in the sense that there are already mental scars on not just on Natalia. Now, while this is still going to be One Piece with its light heartedness, that does not, for a even one second, mean that I'm holding back when it comes to just how cruel the world is. Thank you Goda-sensei for making it seem like things aren't as bad as you've implied, but I'm not that nice.
So yeah, Review and let me know what you think OK? Feedback is really important, and also Shout out to the Cross brain, if you even read this or hear about this, for giving me the inspiration for even attempting to write this story! You are an inspiration to every story writer with how you do things, making it new, and interesting even, and keeping us on our toes when it comes to how things are going to end up, so, yeah, nice job there, and until next time!