You know guys, I must say that I instantly regret about the pairing xD I made a thought that the Oc and Marco would make a great pairing but I guess I'll just leave the story as this. I'll just work this out and then wreck havoc in New World. Other than that, there is nothing really worth mentioning xP


Chapter One: Enima

It was a success, the escape plan from the pursuing marines worked this time. For four years of disappearance, does the World Government underestimate me? Did they think that my disappearance was cause by me being weakened? If that is so, then they have mistaken. What a fool! Even if I am weakened, the knowledge of creating potion still rises above all type of power. For them to send some weaklings is a proof of mockery to my part. But I have to tune down, for I shall seek for the person who still remembers my existence.

"What can I get you little boy?" a woman who works in this inn approached me and then placed a mug of beer which made me frown.

"Forgiveness dear Ma'am, but I do not drink such beverage. But I do ask for food and water to intake." She looked at me with confusion but then nodded and then went to where her work place was. Truly, since that day everything else seemed to have changed. It is as if I was displaced, unwanted by this world. Sixteen years of being shunned away, four years of escape, all of those I managed to survive for the sake of one's memory.

For a moment, I felt hostility directed to me making me sigh and looked at the counter with a bunch of pirates. Truly, I do not have interest in making combat but my eyes tell me that they won't just shrug me off. How troublesome…

Before they could even stand up from their chairs, I instantly bolted up and dashed outside without pausing. So what? I'm not an Escape Artist because I fight people…

"Tsk..! Get him!" did they learn my identity? Or is it the normal pirate stupidity that makes them take on the wrong fight? But it doesn't matter for now… Since the only thing I can do now is run like I always did. Too bad that they are too slow, there is no hype at running without anyone chasing after me.

When I detoured and meet a dead end, I stomped my left foot and then used a large amount of force in order for me to just the height needed to land on the wall. After that, I continued running on top of the roof of the houses and buildings. I knew I exaggerated but I wouldn't like to get cornered by anyone.

It's better if I find him already… but if I ask about him from people the marines might find my location and take me away again. I don't want to be separated from him again… I want to make happy memories with him that would last for a lifetime…

"There he is!" it seems that the pirates finally spotted me. I groaned unto myself and then jumped off the tall building and glided over the street in order to cross to another building. Sadly, I didn't land on the top but ended up clutching on the window. But in this type of fail, I have something on my sleeves. I curled my fingers and then pushed myself up then jumped to another window. I kept repeating the same action until I was at the last window and jumped on the roof of a stall that was selling flower.

"Forgiveness random trader! But I am being chased by wanton pirates. If future ever allows me to meet you, I shall give you money for the repairs…" I shouted as I jumped off wrecking the stall and then ran off with the pirates chasing after me.

"What do you want? Odorous Pirates!" I seemed to have maddened them. Oh well, it's not like they can get me.

I needed to escape now, since I cannot afford collapsing from hunger. So I have to decide on what to do them. To make sure that I won't hold any regrets later on, I stopped midway and then let my eyes look at the very person they are

'Color Heart'

For how many years that I have been unable to use my eye ability, tears dripped from my eyes like it has finally able to fulfill its wish. The world around me turned into grey, the only colors to be seen were different colored flames embedded into all the living's soul— Flames of Existence.

I looked at the men who were chasing after me and made me grimace at the color of their soul. Truly, their colors are different but one thing was for sure, there lived the life of greed. Knowing that I will not space a single regret to them, I took a small red pill from a test tube and threw it to their direction.

"Huh..?" fools, they just looked at it…

"Wrath of the Red Valkyrie…"

'Blood Grass Spears'

In the location where the pirates were, red grass grew in an instant that pierced through their bodies. As expected, I couldn't get rid of the 5 seconds delay of growing them. But I'll figure out how to soon enough.

Since the Blood Grass Spears is a fast growing plant that I created, it also wilts really fast and turns into ashes like it was burned. So it's probably a perfect move that will give people less suspicion.

"Your potions are impressive as always, yoi." I almost jumped out of my skin when someone whispered on my ear. I may be an Escape Artist, but I am not invulnerable with such situation. I was about to fall but strong arms that enclosed itself on me.

At no doubt, I know who the owner of the blue dazzling flames is. I sighed and then broke free from his hold. I faced the blonde man who owns the squid legs hairstyle.

"Why thank you Mr. Phoenix. But I am more amazed at your devil fruit because it managed to merge with your flames…" as always, he bore the same bored expression as if the world might be better if it explode or something similar to that. Though meeting him isn't a coincidence, since the Old Man Whitebeard might have heard of me and still wants me to join his little family.

"I came to get you Enima. I'm sure you won't be able to reject my offer now…" I snorted at him and then turned my back to walk away from the man

"I have told you, I serve under the captain, Roger. Until you deal with him then I cannot join you…" then like always, he pulled me back to him to show his persistence. But before I could speak of something, the way how his flames flutter around felt cold like it was showing the emotion of pity. I looked up on the man who wore the same expression but gave off a different aura.

"About that… we'll have to talk."

[To be Continued]