WARNING WITH BOLD LETTERS HERE:
CURSING, I dunno how much, there just is. Characters a bit Ooc too.
Me: You had your warning so I'm not responsible for the damage to you from this chap. Also, I'm too lazy to actually put a warning on the first chap and I am sorry for that. The thing is, I'm not that good. And a special someone was kind enough to suggest to me about the warnings and-
*smack*
Perona: The ugly girl is unconscious for now. Read and thank me later.
Monet: Enjoy reader-san.
xxXxx
Name: Monkey D. Luffy
Siblings: Ace and Sabo
Father's Name: Monkey D. Dragon
Grandpa's Name: Monkey D. Garp
All other stuff: He loves meat, hates rude people, loves meat, will do anything for his nakama, loves meat, hates sharing, loves meat, loves any other kind of food. He was also the one who was going to find One Piece.
Luffy glared at the paper, wanting it to fill itself up. He never really thought about auto-biography. And now he was in a need for one. He was going to write his will and the stupid paper won't give him any ideas. He glared harder, hoping the paper will burn. Burn and never come back, ever. Remembering the earlier events makes him want to shiver. Gosh, he was so dead.
You see, he kinda hit Zoro's and Sanji's jewels and he kinda spilled the food on Brook, Franky, Usopp, and Nami. Robin and Chopper managed to get out clean. But Nami didn't. And an angry Nami equals to a dinosaur with very, very dangerous teeth. He escaped the moment they were all distracted. He's now hiding because their fury is currently rising by the minute and he knows it.
Don't get him wrong, he loves his nakama with all his heart. They were there right after he escaped hell and looked out for him. He pushed them away at first, not wanting to attach himself to others but they were stubborn. Always was and always will be stubborn. And for now, their stubbornness will may be the death of him.
He sighs, glare gone, now replaced with a softness in his eyes. He looks up and stares at the ceiling of the classroom he was hiding in. It was a musical classroom, if the instruments were any indication, and it was currently empty except him.
Hey! He could just write some simple stuff and then write the will! He grins and mentally patted himself on the back for having such an excellent idea. Ha! Take that Usopp!
He crumples the paper and stuffs it in his bag, he didn't want to dirty the clean room, and takes out another paper.
Writing is essential and everyone can be a genius in it, including him. But back to the important matters at hand.
I'm Monkey D. Luffy. A 2nd year student of Roger's University for One Piece. One Piece is a treasure hidden somewhere in the island, a treasure Roger once found. The school occupied the very island where Roger found One Piece. Not every inch was occupied by man though, forests also resided in the island. Some forests so thick, man could be eaten alive by a predator while some forests could be used for camping trips.
Legend says that it was a treasure of gold yet many wild stories sprouted as did the rumors. Gossips broke out and shadowed which was which. Like vines wrapping around a fence, the truth was hidden and forgotten. Decades passed yet the treasure was still not found after Roger's disappearance. The treasure held a great significance as it helped the school rise among others and became the top one school across the globe. 'Many would kill for a chance to enter the grand school' as others would state.
How did I enter you may ask?
The sound of a paper being ripped echoed in the room as Luffy did just that.
He sighed, he had gone to nerd mode again. Why can't he just be normal like others? His appetite exceeded a dragon's. He was naïve. He was always "too-freaking-carefree". He was never really afraid of anything except for the good of his friends and family. He always helped even though it wasn't right. His manners were crap.
He could feel his eyes burning and he knows that tears will start flowing down if he doesn't stop thinking like that. He can't help it though, he never gave a fuck what the others think but sometimes it just did.
Technology was one reason. The last school he attended to was a mess, being a victim of cyber-bullying was not fun AT ALL. He remembered the times when he was taunted and scorned at just for existing and he hated it. He wish he could beat them all to a pulp but his family will also be the one to deal with his mistakes. He couldn't do anything except hide and run or just suck it up as they threw paper at him in class while the teacher pretended as if everything was fucking fine.
Tears made their way down his face and he brings his hand up to them. He wish he could be cool and strong like Ace. So many wishes are on his mind yet nothing will come true if he just cries there. He wipes the tears away, a glint of determination in his eyes.
He always did one thing if he felt that he couldn't bottle things up anymore. Conis, his only friend at his previous school, suggested it to him and he was glad he took the suggestion to heart.
Walking towards the piano felt as if he was going to paradise. And as slim, steady fingers danced around, pressing keys as they went, he closed his eyes and let himself be free. A soft melody echoed around the room, almost building the soft atmosphere as imaginary notes floated in air.
He opens his mouth and sings.
xxXxx
Trafalgar Law was on a hunt more important than listening to teachers who didn't even know what the hell they were talking about. Fuck the rules, he made his own and he was going to follow it.
He stopped for a moment, taking a break.
Speaking of break, he was going to break every fucking bone Shachi had for setting him up. He was just going to wait for lunch to tie his so-called-friends to his examination table but Shachi, his friend seemed desperate to die young and Law was going to give him just that.
The fucker didn't even apologize as he threw a shoe at him. A fucking shoe all for the sake of French fries. Yeah sure, the potato snack was delicious but it wasn't to die for. But honestly, an onigiri is better than some fried vegetable. The incident involved random girls, a couple of chairs, an unconscious teacher, a pissed off disciplinarian, a shoe and a chicken. Don't ask, just know that it was enough for Shachi to write his will and a death certificate to be processed.
Being interested in human anatomy helped Law a whole freaking lot. He knows exactly where it hurts and he isn't talking about the precious jewels. He also knew when just to stop so the human body will still be conscious after a lot of pain later and he knew how deep the scalpel could go without killing the victim.
He licked his lips as a crazed grin painted his face. Oh yes, he was going to take pleasure in listening to Shachi scream.
He was about to go to another hallway when he heard a voice. A melodic, singing voice to be exact. He stops and tries to pinpoint the source of the beautiful sound. An instrument being played came along and it seemed perfect.
There, behind that door.
Law moves swiftly and quietly, perfected with his friends for practice, as he opens the door and slightly panics as it clicks. The person inside didn't seem to notice though as she/he kept playing.
When Law found the owner of the voice he almost falls over in shock. There, sitting on the piano seat with fingers elegantly moving across the keys while being in perfect tune and control of his voice, was the boy whom he was lust- err.. the interesting specimen Law just met earlier that day. The straw hat ever present on top of the boy's head.
"I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
You're already special, Law wanted to say. The raw emotion behind the words was enough to make him feel as though he experienced whatever pain the transferee felt.
"But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here"
Jeez, now he's recalling the moments where shitheads peed at the sight of him.
"She's running out the door
She's running out
She runs runs runs runs..
Runs..."
The song was carried out softly, not extremely raising his voice but just enough to emphasize that it was indeed raised and Law was impressed. He was no music expert but he knew a good song when he heard one.
"Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
It's funny, he never was a music person. He didn't despise it per se, it was just he liked silence better. But now that he's experiencing it first hand, he doesn't want it to stop.
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here"
The song ends but Luffy doesn't move, his eyes didn't open yet, feeling all the stress go with the song. Sighing sadly, he stares at the keys underneath his fingertips.
While Luffy was busy staring at the piano, Law was slowly backing up. He doesn't want to get caught dead sneaking at the most empty wing of the school, (They had schedules people, and today was Monday which meant no one was here except for the occasional assigned teacher to make sure no student was lurking around.) and at the same classroom the boy was in. Too fucking coincidental if you asked him.
So when he coincidentally stepped on a bass which fell and landed on a bell that somehow flew and landed on a drum, he decided that Life was also coincidentally on her period and was looking for a perfect chance to make someone fuck up. And sadly, Law was that someone. Funny? Hell to the no.
Luffy looks at him and has a face similar of a deer caught in the headlights. It felt like time took a break , because come on, he mysteriously slows himself down when you're in a fucked up situation.
"…hi" Law started, he can't bear awkward silence. Silence is one thing but awkward silence is another, especially if you're at the end of the stick. Which he currently is. Might as well continue because Luffy looked like he was going to faint.
"Look, I'm sorry I didn't know you- "He didn't get to finish his sentence because the boy already bolted and was currently running outside the classroom via the other door which was opposite to where he was.
.
.
Damn, did he wear a bold sign that says "RUN AWAY FROM ME!" in neon and glitters? Because this was getting ridiculous.
He was going to apologize to the boy, really, he was going to. But Life also seemed to hate Shachi, and decided to do a favor for him. Because the fucker also thought the third music room of the 4th East wing was the perfect hiding spot from a predator who like to play with his prey.
"I am so dead. Shit, shit ,shit! But damn, you are so worth it. And did you see his face?! He was like a girl! Ahaha." Shachi ends up in a laugh, recalling the earlier events as he shared it to the fries in his hand. He didn't eat it yet because he was running from a monster, but now that he's safe, he'll savor each and every one.
"Whose face?" A light amused voice said from behind him and he couldn't help but share. Dead? Yes. Satisfying? Triple that yes.
"Trafalgar Law! God, I'm going to die but damn, a camera for that moment is like a priceless artifact! Man, you should've seen his face! The way he was angry but couldn't really be angry because of embarrassment. You know, like those tsundere moments! Ahahaha!" Without thinking twice, he threw an arm around his new found friend and patted his stomach as he laughed like a maniac. A moment of laughing passes.
He looked up and paled, he did not expect that face.
"Oh shit" he breathed out because fuck, the one he was running away from was currently smirking at him and he realized that his arm just had to go and wrap itself around the others neck while he gossiped like a lady. Yet Law looked calm, and a smirking Law meant fuck and shit times twelve bitches in PMS.
"Oh shit indeed" Law agreed with his friend, smile *coughsmirkcough* growing wider by the moment.
"I'm going to die, aren't I?" He asks, can't help it, it's like delaying his death for just a gold of a moment.
"Yes. Yes, you are." Law replies and he immediately tries to bolt. Tries, because sadly, he trapped himself in a dragons den.
The fries will be the only evidence that someone was there because the musical instruments were always put anywhere just as long as they were in the room, Shachi sadly thinks.
A horrified scream and a squeak of help was the last thing ever heard, followed by the promises of torture ending with a gleeful laugh.
xxXxx
Luffy sighs. He was caught by a teacher who hated his guts and decided the best course of action was to send him to the principal's office. First day and Shanks is so going to be proud of him tonight. Fucking yay.
He settles in his seat and almost lies down, jeez he didn't know a chair could be that nice.
He was going to ask where the principal got it and force Shanks to buy one. Even if he had to use his best puppy dog eyes, complete with threats of never talking to him again. Okay, maybe that's a bit too much.
"I see that you've gotten yourself in trouble on the first day already, Luffy. Gurararara!" A very familiar laugh made Luffy's head snap to where it came from he was sure he almost broke his neck.
"Whitebeard-ossan!" Luffy leaped from his seat and hugged the huge man as best as he could, rewarded by arms which hugged him back. He hears Whitebeard laugh again and he giggles as he feels the rumble of the man's chest.
He squirms out of the hold and looks up excitedly, his tail swaying excitedly and his ears straight up.
Whitebeard was the one who rescued him and Ace from them. He was one of the most trusted persons of the D. family. He also knew about the special conditions of him and Ace. He could do anything bizarre and Oyaji would just laugh it off.
.
So when he gets out of the office with a box of donuts, he smirked at the seething teacher that caught him earlier. Who said being social sucked like shit?
Satisfaction is the best. He giggles as he bounces through the hallways, towards the room Oyaji sent him to. Outside the door, he listens for a sound but nothing came so he shrugs and checks himself. Note from Oyaji, check. Hat, check. Other stuff, check. Now, for the rest of the day to go smoothly and he'll kiss his hat.
He goes in and gets a slap in the face, quite literally too.
" I will not apologize to such a lowly creature as you" He didn't even had to open his eyes to know that the owner of the voice was female and is currently sneering at him.
Oh look, his friends were currently smiling at him too. Every single one of his nakama.
He sighs, so much for the day to go smooth.
xxXxx
Me: I have no idea if the chap was short or long. But hey, I updated! Within a busy schedule too. I deserve a pat in the back for that.
*smack*
Perona: *looking smug* you never said how strong I should pat you.
Me on the floor: At least Bearsy likes me.
Perona: Shut up, ugly girl!
Me: Yeah sure, I'm such a good bitch that I would listen to you.
Perona: You've said that yourself. *smiles widely and is nodding her head in agreement*
Me: Obviously you're stupid enough not to notice the obvious sarcasm I have laced my voice with oh-so-great pink head.
Perona: You-! Asmdvajhgfq..
Me: What, you lost your vocal chords too?
*boom* "Hey! I wasn't read-" *shwack* "Kyaaahhh!" *boom*…. "You will PAY!" *boom* "Waahh! Stop ugly girl!" "As if!" *smack*
Monet: *giggles* Leave a review, reader-san. Author-san would be ecstatic. *ends with a bow* Now if you'll excuse us.
Me: WAIT! *miraculously recovers from Perona's attacks* I need opinion, do you agree if I will make this M? If no one will reply I will do so, not to be rude or anything. OR I could just make one-shots of M for a side chap for this one? Or maybe I wouldn't make it M? Hmmmm, never thought being a writer is hard. Jeez, I should- YEOUWCH!
Monet: Please do mind your actions, author-san. *smiles sweetly*
Me: Wait, wai-
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