My first upload. I'm not afraid despite the devouring of my formatting.

Give me what you got !!! XD

This will be a series of drabbles, vignettes and outtakes that will hopefully build up a view of the world of the characters.

Con-crit and comments welcome.

Canon is irrelevant to my fun here. :)


Dawn Island was a small to medium sized island located in the 'weakest' of the seas; East Blue. It was a small non-assuming place with nothing particularly interesting about it. Large enough for a couple of respectably sized villages and a good amount of fields for farming. They exported most of what they grew in crops (generally to the marines) and managed to maintain a respectable fishing industry appropriate for an island of that size. (Of course, any fishing boats operated on the opposite side of the island from Lord of the Coast)

The existence of the mountain was probably the most notable feature that any visitors would deem to mention and it was pretty boring anyway. It was well known to all of the residents of Dawn Island that the only people who willingly spent time there was a group of bandits (who crossed swords with some pirates and met a particularly sticky end) and a boy with the name 'Portgas'.

This was not because it was particularly dangerous now, just really boring and not really worth your time. If you were to ask anyone on Dawn Island, the only interesting visitors fell into two groups. One of those was Garp along with his sub-ordinates and the other was the members of an up and coming pirate crew led by a cheerful man with red hair.

So, you see, Dawn Island was a boring place to be. It really was no surprise that most people left for the marines, pirates, revolutionaries or whatever would get them out to see the world. If this was a fact of the entire island, then you can be sure that this was true for Fuschia village which was dull, sleepy and boring just like everything else.

The people of the island were a pretty cheerful and easy-going folk. Let's be honest now, you had to be to put up with Garp and his family and a semi-regular basis. It's no surprise that they ended up getting on so well with 'red-haired' Shanks and his crew. There was a rather unpleasant confrontation when they first made port though. It involved Makino, the business end of a mop and Shanks. More than ten years later and Shanks refuses to speak of the incident and Ben merely laughs as if to say "We're pirates! How did you think she'd react?"

It happened one day, after an unusually wild storm that someone interesting did come to the island. He washed up by the dock and was spotted by Gyoru and one of the fishermen who quickly pulled him out of the water. Being sensible and practical men they quickly tried to get help even though it was perfectly clear to any normal human that what they had was a certain candidate for a 'John Doe' grave.


Makino finished wiping down the tables before pausing. It was at times like this, that she really missed Luffy. She was happy for him of course; he was out at sea, pursuing his dream. Luffy wouldn't be, well, Luffy if he didn't do that. But Ace-kun was long gone and Luffy-kun had followed his own path. Garp hadn't visited since then and it had been years since Shanks and his crew had docked here. In all honesty, she mused to herself, that was probably when they'd had the most visitors to Partys Bar. Everyone else who came was from the island.

"It's so quiet now" she murmured and then as if to punctuate her statement a baying mob crashed through the door.

She was hovering, she knew that. But the man that they had dragged out of the bay…he was dying. She had seen gory wounds before; people having accidents with farming equipment, Shanks and his arm, Luffy and well, everything until he ate the Gomu Gomu no mi. But this was utterly brutal. She could tell by the expression on the doctors' face that he agreed with the assumption of Gyoru and Heisc who had first found him. It wasn't a race to save a life, it was an act of compassion and mercy, dulling the pain of a dying man. Nevertheless, the doctor had bandaged, and stitched all that he could while Makino lent an extra pair of hands. He gave the grey haired stranger a shot of potent pain-killer before returning to the main part of the bar to decide what to do.

Gyoru was still there, retelling the story for the umpteenth time.

"He's a very tall man. Fit-looking too. He must have been in some sort of battle."

"Do you think he could be a marine or a pirate?" one of the older men cut in.

Gyoru rocked back in his seat and hummed, "His clothes, what remains of them, were dark navy. Marines are always clad in white. So he must be a pirate. Despite how strong he looks, he must be pretty weak to end up in a terrible state!!"

"Not like our Luffy!! A world famous pirate from our own village!!" someone else interjected. Everyone else laughed and cheered. Pirates took their chances. To become a pirate was basically saying that they were willing to endure injuries and inflict them upon others. Civilians didn't tend to have much sympathy for faceless soldiers in the war upon the sea.

The doctor set his bag down on the bar counter. The bar room was ridiculously full for this time of day, almost as if everyone had dropped everything and run to the source of the excitement which was a testament to the sort of place that Fuschia was. He was bombarded with questions and he ignored them all, taking a seat by the mayor while he waited on Makino to bring him a cup of tea. He smiled, thanking her when she placed a cup in front of him and proceeded to calmly sup and eat a couple of the biscuits that Makino had provided.

"That man," he began "has been through war. His wounds are fatal and far beyond my skills but…."

He sighed and took another drink. "He has scars. Marks from knives, blunt objects, burns. Every kind of wound you could possibly receive in battle. Those wounds were healed remarkably well but this is far beyond the scope of an ordinary human"

"HAH!" The mayor slammed his cane down on the ground, "Another thrice-damned pirate then. Throw him back in the water or call the marines!! We don't need that kind of trouble here."

"Do we know that?"

Woop turned to look at Makinos' expression.

"How do we know that he's a pirate? Many countries have their own militia. He could be a mercenary, or just a sailor on a merchant vessel" She sighed and her face took on a dark cast "What kind of people would leave a man to die in the gutter. We're better than that here."

The assembled crowd mumbled agreements and comments. Makino was right, she usually was.

The Doctor set his cup down with a smart tap. "It's irrelevant anyway. This man is dying. If it was just the burns and cuts he'd probably be fine. But the left side of his body is mostly crushed and someone", he shuddered in disgust "cut out his left eye and made a damn messy job of it too!! If his injuries don't get him then the shock probably will"

Gyoru stood up. "Well then, it's clear what we're going to do. We'll bury the poor soul when he passes on. Whatever he did with his life, it's nearing an end now, at least it'll be somewhat comfortable"

Heisc, the fisherman who had helped carry the stranger to the bar played with his tankard, "…..What if he survives?.......what do we do then? If he is a pirate he could be dangerous. Not all pirates are like Shanks and his crew"

"We'll deal with that if it comes to pass" Makino interjected smoothly, "he can stay in that room for now. Everyone can keep an eye on him and ensure some peace of mind"

That settled, the bar began to clear with various people offering clothes, food and bandages. No sense to burden Makino. She had taken care of the brothers but that was different. They were family.


Since the grey haired man had washed up in Fuschia village, things had been, well interesting. The mayor scrutinised the paper closely for any detail that might hint at an origin story. The aging Doctor Cairne wrote and called any and all associates for opinions, ideas and advice regarding the young mans treatment. Makino kept a close eye on him but he showed no sign of waking. In fact, he showed no change whatsoever, improvement or deterioration which worried her more than she let on. What if he stayed in a coma? She wasn't equipped to deal with that and certainly had no obligation to do so. There was a fine line between human decency and gullible stupidity, one that Makino had always stayed the right side of.

After a week or so, a routine had been established. The Doctor would visit every day and do whatever he deemed necessary. Makino would keep an eye on the still man until one of the other villagers called in to help by watching him for a few hours. The Mayor, for all of his griping, would spend most of the morning and afternoon reading his paper there so that Makino was free to get on with her work. There was a faint pang of guilt, as if they were abandoning a vulnerable individual, but everyone began to think about sending him to a specialised hospice on a larger island that took care of former sailors and coma patients. So naturally, with Sod's Law prevailing, it was unsurprising that at this point that he quite abruptly woke up.


Makino made her way upstairs to the strangers' room. The slight movement of his chest was the only indication that he was still alive. He was covered in bandages and the left side of his body was framed with some heavy casts. Doctor Cairne theorised that he was clipped with a cannonball to receive such injuries.

She huffed and hefted her basket higher 'Well, the fact that he's still alive is a miracle in itself. But it's the Doctor says that his body can't take much more stress. It'll shut itself down soon enough'

She set her laundry down on a chair. 'Still, it seems cruel. That he survived so much only to fall when all is said and done'

The room was unbearably stuffy, not that Mr. grey-haired Cyclops cared. Makino doubted it was altogether healthy though so, balancing with one knee on the bed she leaned over his still form and opened the window. A gentle breeze moved ruffled the curtains and the familiar smell of saltwater drafted through the chamber. She turned to leave when he shot up with a cry of surprise. Makino did the sensible thing and shrieked herself.


The man tried to leap up and promptly collapsed back onto the bed crying out in pain, his breath coming in painful gasps. Makino rushed over and quickly forced him to lie down.

"Calm down!!! It's alright! You're perfectly safe here." She struggled to restrain him marvelling at how much strength he had left in his body.

He wheezed and coughed "Where am I? Who are you? What's going on?"

"My name is Makino, you're on Dawn Island in the East Blue. Some of the locals pulled you out of the sea. Are you a pirate?"

The man gasped and shuddered, his good hand clawing at his chest. Makino was terrified, was he having a heart attack? He seemed faintly delirious, his one eye rolling and his body spasming while he hacked and coughed struggling to breathe.

She faintly heard the bell ringing in the background indicating that someone had entered the bar. She stood up intending to summon help when he grabbed her wrist and roughly pulled her to him.

"Burn my body and scatter the ashes"

She blinked. 'He just wants my full attention. At least he isn't violent'

"Who are you?" She murmured

"My name is Kakashi", he rasped "Makino-san, I beg of you. Do this for me. When I die, burn my body and scatter the ashes"

Makino pushed against him "Kakashi-san, be reasonable. The Doctor will be here soon and you can talk to him. Don't ask for death"

"NO!!" He roared "I don't care, do what you want but promise me this!! Burn my body and scatter the ashes!!!" He released her hand and bent over coughing harshly and wincing with each movement.

"It's alright, it's alright. I promise okay. IF you die, I'll see it done"

Makino was unnerved by the way his one visible eye bored into her. She thought he was delirious and he was staring at her in such a way, begging with such fervent intensity. His mouth twitched in a parody of a smile before he hacked up some blood and other fluids. Seemingly satisfied, he relaxed and passed out, falling forward onto her shoulder.

Looking back, everything was pretty confused. Their entire exchange had taken less than a minute but it seemed like so much longer to her. She vaguely recalled the Mayor and Doctor bursting into the room having heard the yelling and the misunderstanding that followed. He was passed out on her shoulder and had coughed blood and…other stuff all over her dress. When she had changed, the nameless….No, Kakashi-san had been examined by Doctor Cairne and she had fixed three strong drinks, they sat at the bar and discussed it all.

"Why ask for that? Why not, 'save me' or 'help me'" Cairne wondered

"Hmmmph" groused the Mayor "Pirates aren't afraid of death. He probably realises that we'll turn him over to the Marines"

"Makino-chan, did he say anything else?"

She stared at her drink "No, he was most insistent. It seemed very important to him. He wouldn't let up until I promised. Is it a religious thing?"

Cairned slouched and furrowed his brow. "Possibly, we'll have to ask him"

They both eyed the Mayor, their question silent.

He sighed and banged his empty tankard on the table "IF, he dies. Why not. He'd be dead so what does it matter? Otherwise he'd be taking up room in our graveyard. If Kakashi-san dies we'll honour his wish. It seems harmless enough anyway. We'll burn his body and scatter the ashes"

Makino gave him a refill, digesting all of this excitement and recalled the intense gaze of Kakashi. She'd admit this much. It had been the most excitement since they received the latest bounty poster for Luffy.