I recently got an idea for another long fanfic (which this time will be Law/Luffy, I somehow got into the pairing and I'm sad that there's not much about them) and here's the very first part of it! This one will be a crime/mystery one. Somehow I got this idea right after reading the most recent chapter (659), which I absolutely loved. Anyways, enjoy! Please fav, follow and review! ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece or any of its characters, Oda does. I do however own the plot of this story.
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How does a watch work? This is a very simple and yet complex question. It works with gears. It is all about gears. One gear is pushed, and the others follow as a result, unable to do anything else, unable to give us more time or to change the outcome of things, to allow us to change it. Once a gear is pushed the others will follow no matter what, always in the same eternal, unstoppable and unavoidable way. Reminding me of the time that flies, the inevitability of events, that the end that can't be stopped… One gear is pushed the others follow as a result. There is nothing you can do about it, nothing at all. Time goes away, never to return. A watch symbolises all of this; change, death, eternity… None of these things can leave my mind; maybe because of what I am about to do. I don't know, and I doubt that I ever will, but I don't care. All I know is that I must finish what I started, no matter what. Once I finish this everything will run smoothly, it will be unstoppable.
I gulp and clutch the golden pocket watch with all the strength that I can gather, knowing that it won't break. The ticking sound it makes is the only thing that I can hear, and it doesn't bother me at all. It reminds me of my purpose, of what I have to do. A smirk finds its way to my face as I look at the male that is lying right in front of me, on top of the cold street floor, bound so that it would be completely impossible for him to say a single word or move. He now was completely silent, looking at me with hate filled eyes, trying to escape his bounds. He had been trying to do so for several minutes now with no result, and he was slowly coming to the conclusion that he could do nothing now. It didn't matter that he was very strong; there were no possibilities for anything. His time has come now, and this was an outcome that couldn't be changed, not by him and not even by me. I had planned everything perfectly, the time, the place, the moment… even the materials that I would use. Nothing would go wrong, nothing.
I slowly drew out the long knife that I had been carrying for so long, and I gently stroked the skin of my victim with it, making a small trail of blood appear. Yes, nothing could be done now. I drew away the knife, contemplating with satisfaction the blood that had started flowing, which had a strangely attracting effect. The smirk soon turned into a grin as I repeated the process in various parts of the male's body, slowly become more and more unaware of the constant ticking noises of the pocket watch. I could afford playing with him for some time.
Suddenly I became aware again of the ticking noises that the pocket watch, which I was still holding tightly, made. Now was the moment. It had to be now. I placed the knife on the floor and let the grin that had been plastered on my face disappear slowly and turn into the smirk that it had been before. I looked at the victim right in the eye, who still was glaring at me.
"Now is the time, Portgas D. Ace" I said with a tone of voice filled with anticipation.
I quickly got hold of a larger and sharper knife and drew it closer and closer to him, knowing that he wouldn't be able to make a sound. Everything was perfect, and he wouldn't be able to do a single thing to change that fact. I grinned again as I started to do my job, slowly cutting him open and apart. He closed his eyes in pain, trying to scream. I just continued grinning all the way through. One gear is pushed, and the others follow. It had started.