A/N: I sincerely apologize that I haven't updated in like a month. Seriously I got grounded, it totally sucked. But any way this chapter is dedicated to imacchi 11229 he not only favorites but followed and left an amazing review. Also to XxFire-PhoenixxX for great advice. I will update this when I can.

Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece!

The rocking of the world brought Fayez back to consciousness. He was in a plain room, a comfy bed with white sheets lying under him. The walls were painted brown the paint slightly peeling the door was a slightly darker shade of brown, it was left ajar.

Fayez had never been on a bed before; it was either the odd cave that he found or sleeping in the trees and snow. The comfort made him want to sleep more, but just being in a room sent a thousand alarm bells ring.

Fayez stared at the door. His curiosity wanted him to go outside and see exactly where he was, but Fayez would admit that he was afraid. If he was in a room that meant that humans had brought him here, the only humans he had known or ever saw didn't like him at all; they hated him ever since he could remember. So why was he in a bed rather than dying in a ditch? He decided to blame it on the blue eyed man. He had never seen that man on the island before, so he probably didn't know about Fayez. But why did he kidnap him? Thousands of scenarios and questions ran through Fayez's mind, each more gruesome and detailed than the last.

Fayez, having been fed up with his imagination told it to shut it. He then decided that since the man hadn't left him to die and had actually brought him to a room, that he was a good man and Fayez could trust him. For now, he still didn't know the man after all. Finally deciding to get out of bed, Fayez swung his legs out from under the sheets and noticed that his movement was slightly constricted. His legs and feet had bandages wrapped under his brown pants, he could feel bandages wrapped around his torso and the left side of his face. He mentally hit himself for not realizing this sooner; this made him like the man more.

Jumping down from the comfortable bed, Fayez barley felt it through his bandages when his feet hit the floor, Fayez headed toward the door, which had a sea breeze coming from the crack. He hesitated upon reaching it, last chance, if he went through that door he had no doubt that everything would change for him, for better or for worse. Fayez had to do this, he couldn't hesitate now. Shaking himself out of it he summoned every bit of courage he could find in his small body, most of it was fear, but he tried.

Opening the door wide he tried to prepare himself, but he knew no matter what he did, nothing could ready him. Fayez tried to blink away the white spots as light overcame his vision, he adjusted and a gasp of shock went through his lips, followed by the widening of his one eye.

Spread before him was a large deck, wood surrounded his vision, he saw three massive masts reaching to reach the royal blue back drop sky, large white sails attached to them. Men were on ropes, hanging from the sails. The top of the masts held large balconies all around them. Various people were all lounging around deck, hanging around railings and talking to friends. Open blue spanned out around them and Fayez realized he was out at sea, inside the open never ending blue. The thought made him want to throw up.

Fayez felt tiny and congested among all the other taller stronger looking people, he spied an extremely large man talking with someone with a pastel pink robe on with red designs and a red sash. He glimpsed another man with a large curled-at-the-ends mustache and a large black top hat. Fayez felt overwhelmed and slightly sick, he realized it was half him and half his demonic side, which didn't like the sun, at all, it wouldn't come out until the sun set. Breathing hard, Fayez's breath was coming out in short gasps when he felt someone approaching on his left side. His senses were on overdrive with how many humans were surrounding him.

"Oh, hey! Looks like the kids awake. How you feeling?" Fayez's head whipped to the side so fast he thought he heard his neck crack. Their beside him was a man with red hair and a strange hair-do, he had blue eyes and a scar from the top of his right eyebrow curving down around the eye, the man had a black pointed goatee and strangely thin eyebrows. He had on a large button down loose white shirt and a yellow scarf tied around his neck, he had a black belt that held up white pants that ended at the calf with plain brown shoes.

The strange man smiled at Fayez and gently said something else while reaching out with his hand. What was he doing, was he going to grab him and do something to him? Are his smiles and gentle words just a trick? Where was the blonde man from earlier? The man reached out again and Fayez panicked. He turned away from the man and bolted in the opposite direction.

Fayez had absolutely no idea where he was going, he just knew that he needed to get away, to not be near anyone anymore. He ran across the very large deck, darting around strange people everywhere. He had no idea where he was running, he knew he would make it nowhere, he was surrounded by sea after all and he really wasn't very good at flying. Fayez heard people yelling behind him and someone tried to reach out and grab him, but he ducked and under the arm and veered right, straight into someone else. Fayez softly landed on his butt and looked up, eye wide emotions swirling inside.

There towering over him was a man with the pastel pink robe he sometimes saw women wear. Beautiful red birds decorated the edges and a flowing red sash held at his waist. His black hair was up in a bun, his skin almost as pale as Fayez's, his lips ruby red. When the wind blew toward the man, his kimono swayed and gun holsters were reveled. Fayez knew those weapons; he was hunted with those weapons. He knew how much those weapons hurt.

Fayez was scared and frightened and fearful and he hated it. He started growling at the man but he only glared back, Fayez quieted a little but didn't stop his growling. He could hear people muttering around him, forming a circle around him and the other man. They gave them a meter of space, which Fayez was very acutely aware of. In the crowd he recognized the man with the weird red hair, looking at him concerned. Fayez didn't need his concern, rising to a crouch Fayez once again felt the need to run, feeling trapped. He tensed in preparation and saw the crowd tense to, waiting for him to run.

Fayez feigned a lunge to the right before changing direction and darting straight into the man with in the robe, Fayez tackled him limbs and cloths flying, and for a man he thought the man wouldn't budge, before he toppled right over. Fayez rolled off and continued to run, his vision a blur and colors flying all around him, he ran into people everywhere. Barrelling straight into them before running off, he ran between their legs and had enough sense to go toward where there were less people. Fayez heard other humans tripping over themselves to get to him, well they would never catch him, and he was too fast and too small. Fayez felt exhilarated, great even. All the previous feelings of astonishing fear was gone giving his a strange type of freedom. He felt that this was a game, a game he felt he hadn't played in centuries. He felt like he was flying, without crashing for once, the wind on his cheeks, the breeze in his hair, the sun warming his back and he for the first time in his, Fayez life felt truly alive.

Never noticing the small smile on his face nor did he notice the scales that were starting to show, he never realized the wings that were starting to come out of his back, all he knew or for that matter felt was an array of emotion, emotion that set him free.

It wasn't long before blue was all that surrounded him, it watched him, needed him, called out to him, wanting him in its grasp.

Fayez didn't understand how he went from living, actually living to being surrounded by blue. Fayez felt kind of nice, like nothing could touch him, except he also felt empty as if he knew he was missing something and Fayez knew, he knew, that his moment of living was over, he should have expected this, a moment was all it was and whatever lasted in there was gone and only lived in those who filled the moment. Well at least Fayez had a moment, and that made him happy, but also filled him with disappointment. He didn't know why, he was happy right? Almost sighing slightly Fayez shifted in the infinite blue, and started recognizing where he was.

The sky, he was flying. Fayez was surprised that he hadn't recognized it before, but blamed on the sun, he was closer to it than before and he once again felt like throwing up. Large bat like wings spanned from his back, starting from his shoulder blades. Starting from his now long scaly neck were spicks that went straight down his back, following his spine and down the middle of his newly formed tail. Scales of black covered him, they were different shades, some looking like charcoal, others raven colored they went over his entire body. Thin white scars covered his now clawed legs, feet and the soft looking metal colored scales on his belly. Fayez's face had enlarged to a snout and he still couldn't open his left eye and immediately perceived that there was a scar on it. The fire in his stomach made him feel warm from his head to the pointed tip of his tail, or that could be the fever he knew he was currently running.

Once upon a time Fayez was so hungry he had resorted to eating the weirdest looking and worst tasting fruit he had ever seen. When the sailors found him, he was beat so bad he couldn't move for a week. Fayez remembered that as the worst day of his young life. He absentmindedly wondered what the blond man would do if he found out what Fayez was, it probably wouldn't be pretty. Fayez felt himself gliding along the breezes, nervous because he didn't crash yet. The world suddenly tilted when a gale hit his wings and sent him diving back, he struggled to steady his wings and find a rhythm that fit him but his wings faltered and another gale had sent his wing back at an unnatural angle. Dread filled him and Fayez felt something snap as pain exploded in his back. He cried out, his voice deep and like a lions roar in his dragon form, the scream echoed through the day, conveying how much pain and agony was going through Fayez's body in that moment. It made the people below flinch in panic and fear. Another gale and Fayez's whole body went like a rag doll; looking like it weighed as much as a feather it slammed into the sails and got tangled into the rope and cloth.

Fayez's body didn't stop there, no it couldn't, the ropes and cloth holding him snapped like twigs sending his body straight into the wooden mast. The mast creaked and groaned and the people under felt dread fill their stomachs as the mast broke with the weight of the dragon. The dragon was headed straight for the deck and the people below scattered at the sight, wood creaked and splinters and falling pieces of debris made for dangerous rain as it poured out on the people on deck. They tried to dodge, running for their lives trying not to get hit.

All Fayez felt was pain, nausea and extreme tiredness. He just wanted it to end. He never expected the impact that jarred him into unconsciousness. Red flashed through his eyes and he felt a little bit guilty at the fact that he destroyed the mast it was only a moment later that black invaded his vision. And he succumbed into unconsciousness.