A/N: It seems like I'm just chugging new stories out, doesn't it? ^_^'
This is series will be a character introduction for another series that I'll publish as soon as I finish this one. Since it is a fic on the very little known Revolutionaries, almost every character is original, except for Dragon. But even his personality is a speculation. (It gave me such a hard time when I was writing up character personalities and I'm still in the process of developing it...)
Anyway, please enjoy this first introduction chapter! Please R&R. Constructive criticism is welcomed... NO FLAMING!
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece. But I do own my characters.
Monkey D. Dragon sat in the Revolutionary Headquarters, eating his breakfast of bacon, sausage, and eggs in silence. He loved his food, but he loved the silence even more. True, being the most wanted man in the world left him constantly on the run, and he usually only managed to grab some quickly buttered slice of bread for breakfast. At Headquarters, he had the chance to relax and eat a complete breakfast as slowly, or quickly, as he liked. But silence was something that happened as often as Monkey D. Dragon did not want meat. Granted, he did prefer being around people and yelling along with them, but sometimes a person just wanted to be alone.
"Mmm, Father…"
So much for being alone.
At least, mused Dragon, it's only Kapika. She didn't speak that often.
"Kapika, you're up early," Dragon commented, laying his fork down to wipe his mouth with his edge of his sleeve. He stared up at a young, black-haired girl wiping the sleep away from her eyes at the door. Shaking her head to wake up, the girl, Kapika, looked up at Dragon with a look of curiosity on her face. She almost always had this look on her face. It was endearing in some ways, strange or creepy in others, but it always made her look several years younger than the twenty years she actually was. But, he thought, it really suited her mental age.
Kapika patted her bangs while she yawned widely, quickly covering her mouth in afterthought.
"Pardon me," she said automatically, "Father, I woke up when I felt that you were gone."
Dragon's mouth formed something of a smirk as he apologized. "Sorry about that, Kapika. But you should know I can't always stay in bed with you, right?"
Kapika nodded, but argued, "You know I can't sleep by myself."
"I know." Dragon paused as he thought for a second, "How did you sleep when I was gone?"
"I slept with Firata."
"How about when you go out alone?"
"With birds."
"…"
Dragon stared up at the girl in front of him. She looked back curiously, her black eyes staring back at him steadily. Had it been anyone other than Dragon, they would have felt slightly uncomfortable under her blank stare. Dragon simply stared back, until he heard her stomach growl.
Sighing, Dragon gestured to the seat in front of him, asking her to sit down. She obeyed immediately, the stone band on her wrist clinking against the table as she placed her hands on it. Dragon got up to get her a plate of breakfast. Placing it in front of Kapika, Dragon sat back down to return to his own breakfast. As he ate, he began to mull over the girl.
Kapika was the daughter of some important man in the Marines and an unknown mother. When she was at some young age, her father gave her a devil fruit, and sent her to be trained by the CP9. The fruit ended up being the Logia type wind fruit. Lucci, the youngest and, according to Kapika, the scariest member of CP9 at the time, was instructed to train her ability to the fullest and turn her into something respectable like him. As a result, Kapika's childhood was mostly spent trying to fend off Lucci's attacks. It was no surprise that she developed the same dark justice as her mentor and learned very little other than surviving.
But Kapika never really enjoyed the idea of killing. On missions, she only assassinated her target. Those who she thought were weak were not killed, like with Lucci, but beaten to a pulp. His tactician, Tack, had always wondered why there was such a difference between mentor and student.
So how did she join the Revolutionaries?
Dragon chewed on his sausage a bit longer. And longer. And longer. Then he swallowed.
He couldn't remember.
Ah, whatever. The bacon was too good.