I like what I wrote a lot, so I think that I'm going to do more of these. I'm just going to do major and important characters we have backstories for though. This is pretty much going to be a character study via time travel fic, and I think it's really cool.
Coolfire30: Ahh Thank you so much :D I'm super pleased to hear that. I had to think really hard about what those two would say to each other in that event.
A wide feral grin stretches across his face when he realizes where he is. Or should he say, when he is. Still though, he is a little disappointed that he couldn't have been sent a little further back. Right before he was cast out of glory. Before his useless father sent them to hell. Regardless, this time would do.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
And then he hears the shrill cry of a young boy, screaming why over and over again. He remembers this moment like it was yesterday. It was the one of the most liberating moments of his life. Before he goes over, he decides to think about what to say to his younger self. It would be some time before either of them left the spot anyway.
He thinks about every moment in his life till he was chained in Impel Down. Then he hears the shrill shrieks again. A vain bulges in his forehead. His cute baby brother. The man who tore down everything he owned, from even beyond the grave. That wide grin drops into a frown, perhaps he should kill the brat now. Then, there would be no one to ruin his plans.
He slashes a massive rock into a makeshift throne with his strings from the Ito no Mi, the Devil fruit that allowed him to gain back the power he lost. He sits in it and re considers his last thought. Perhaps killing his cute little brother was too hasty. After all, he was still a young impressionable child. He was manipulated, having his mind warped by the marines. It only served to fuel the foolish notion of peace among the lowly humans their useless father implanted in Rosinante. It only happened because he had left Rosinante behind to fetch back the throne. When he came back with the news of the rejection, his brother had disappeared. This could be a chance to save his brother from himself. Rosinante was his heart after all.
He tph's. He's feeling irritated now but decides on his course of action. He stands up and shoots strings at clouds. It latches, secure and he pulls himself up, using the momentum to swing to the other clouds. From the sky, he spots his younger self, running. Running to Mary Geoise with a bloody duffle bag in his hands. The older one, the much much older one, shoots strings down at the younger, to hold him in place and he drops down from the clouds.
From above, the younger's shouts of protests and anger sound like mere squeaks. As the older descends, the petulant brat's shouts become clearer.
"Unhand me you filthy mortal! Do you have any idea who you're dealing with!" The young child struggles against the tightly wrapped strings that are beginning to leave thin red lines.
"A god and king." The older answers as he steps forward, wide grin that takes up half his face showing, shades glinting in the sunlight.
Even an idiot recognizes himself. That's why the younger stops struggling and eyes his future counterpart.
"You've taken our name too seriously." The younger one says, looking at the pink feathered coat.
The older chuckles. "No one else has. So, I must do it myself."
This causes the younger to frown, he looks straight at his older self. "Tell me. Do I succeed in returning to heaven?"
The older frowns. "I'm afraid I am unable to tell you that."
"How so?"
"The law of time travel states that I cannot let anyone from the past know about the future. In fact, the past and present counter parts should not even see each other eye to eye lest the timeline be torn in two. Then again, I do what I want. We aren't being sucked into a void right now, so I'm assuming whatever entity allows me to be here understands that." The older answers chuckling slightly at the end.
"Then why are you hear if you can't tell me what I want to hear." He relieves his frustration by gripping the duffle bag tighter.
"I am not prohibited to give you advice." Goes closer to the younger
"Then say your piece. This head won't be fresh forever." The younger says in a demanding tone.
"Very well." The older says, not all being irritated by the snobbish tone of his younger self. He stands directly in front of younger and squats down so that they are shades to shades. This is the only time in this man's life that he ever lowers himself to another's level. It never happens again.
"You are entitled to this world. Whatever you want, take it. Do not let any one tell you what you can and cannot have. You are a king and a god. Everyone is beneath you. Whoever even hears your name should be grateful."
The younger smirks. "That is not advice. That is written fact."
The older smiles. "I was just making sure you never forget." He pauses for a brief moment, then becomes serious and puts a hand on his younger counter parts shoulder. The world becomes dark and shadowy.
"Blood is not thicker than water. Do not leave Rosinante behind. If you do…he will become your undoing." The older warns.
The younger is taken aback by this. "What do you mean? Our brother is nothing but a weak cry baby. How could he possibly destroy what I own?"
The older shakes his head, remembering all the annoyances his Rosi had caused "Listen to me. I have seen many things. Our brother is not as weak as you may think. Heed my words. Do not let him alone. At this stage, he is easily influenced. You must groom him to be your second, that he will follow no one but you. It is crucial that you beat every inch of our useless father out of him. If even a tiny smidgen remains, then that is already too much."
The older is silent for a moment to let the younger regard his words. He could tell his younger is calculating his words very carefully. "Very well. I shall bring him to Mary Geoise with me. I simply did not want them to kill him, if things go south. He is my heart after all. But I can tell your warning is urgent."
The older nods his head. "Good. I can feel my time reaching its end. There is one last thing I have to tell you." He stands up.
"What is it?" the younger asks, the duffle bag containing their useless father's head already having been dropped to the ground. He picks it up.
The older tilts his head. He tries to be as cryptic as possible while saying this, but not so that his words cannot be decoded by his younger. "As not to break the rules, I shall say this. There is a person you meet in your life time, that you must take delicate time to groom as well. To mold into your absolute image so that he is also loyal to no one but you. I cannot tell you who, but I am absolutely sure that you will know him as soon as you meet him."
"I shall heed your words and remember them as I snatch back the throne."
"I'm sure you will. You and me are one in the same after all." Were his last words before disappearing.
Once the older left, the younger instantly turns around and runs towards his brother. He could hear his brother's crying before he saw the six-year-old. "Mama has left me! Papa has left me! Doffy has left me! I don't want to be alone!"
He hears another voice a man. "You poor thing. Come with me. I will give you medicine, food, and a place to call home."
He pushes his legs to run faster. He would not allow anyone to take his brother away. He doesn't even halt in surprise when he sees Fleet-Admiral Sengoku take Rosinante's tiny hands. Rather, he launches himself into the man, having run out of bullets to fire his gun. He had emptied them into his useless father's back.
Sengoku flies back and as he gains his breath, the older brother grabs his baby brother's hands and flees, unaware that he had majorly changed many large chunks of history. All, from simply going back.