One Piece:

Hell's Wrath in Heaven's Light

"Well Nami, what do you think? You've never been here before, right? I conquered this place when I was just your age a few years ago. Been doing pretty good for myself, wouldn't you say, Nami?" the Bachiatari captain's voice was full of taunting and pride, as if it was his greatest achievement. He stood there on the shore, arms stretched open as if prepared to receive a bear hug from his castle, and laughing with pure twisted pleasure.

Nami had just been brought onto the island, courtesy of Akar. It had been assigned that his personal duty was to monitor the red head at all times, for the simple reason that Zaigou had said he would never trust her. With a thick, large hand holding onto her bicep, Nami flinched and gazed up to see what she was suppose to compliment. Lifting her eyes shakily, she began her examination.

The island itself was maybe a bit bigger then Hoshou, but definitely would have benefited the half-dead party to have this place instead. It was indeed a summer island, with its tropical trees and other plants lining just beyond the shore. One solid dirt pathway led up into the gigantic household at the top of the raised land. It wasn't so much a hill as it was a long, steep, up-side walk. The castle-like structure at the top was what would make anyone lose the feeling of paradise. It was built with what looked like tar; the walls pitch black with grey paint. The words, 'Bachiatari Honkyo' were written sloppily above what Nami assumed to be the main entrance. There were estimated to be about three floors alone, but there were only about three windows across the long area of the front wall. In the far left corner of the castle, there was a tower-like design, which was where Nami figured she'd be staying for the next how long again? At least that room had a window.

Suddenly, she was punched in the face with rough, sketchy knuckles and lost her balance, Akar's hand keeping her off the ground.

"Answer the captain when he addresses you!" She heard a smooth, deep voice demand of her. She spit out the rush of blood that had entered her mouth and looked up with hateful eyes at the man. He looked to be about twenty-five to about twenty-seven years old, with crow's feet and other unfortunate wrinkles around his face in a slight manor. His eyes were the perfect tone of brown to match his tanned skin and pushed back hair, which was down to about collar bone length. He wore a pair of glasses over his eyes and a necklace around his throat loosely, the pendant hiding under his shirt's material. His plain white top hung open for a few buttons, no sleeves on either side. His chest appeared muscular, but his arms with rather scrawny. His bodily appearance kind of reminder her of Usopp, but his tone, way of speech and outfit reminder her of Nico Robin. His black pants shuffled as he brought his sandal-wearing foot up to kick her due to no response.

"Damn it, I SAID--!"

"It's alright, Rosuto. Calm down," Zaigou called over, though made no attempt to come toward the scene, "She was probably just awe-stricken by my land, that's all. Let it go already."

"…That had better been it." Our favourite navigator heard him huff under his breath. Then for the first time, she heard Akar speak as he dropped his hold completely of her.

"Romu, Senmu," she heard the deepest voice she had ever heard say, "You take her to her room. I'm heading up with Zaigou."

"Yes, sir!" Two sneaky voices sounded off in unison and before Akar even took one step away, both her biceps were grabbed and she was being taken to her new quarters through a side entrance. With a loss of breath, her head flew up and turned to look at the two of them, first right then left to see who was holding her.

Even in the fading moonlight through the trees, it was incredibly obvious the two were twins. Both of them had pale, almost transparent skin. There jaws were very bony, as if there wasn't a single ounce of fat in their whole entire bodies. They both wore jester like clothes; long, loose white sleeved shirts, a mid-length vest over top with criss-cross ties, puffy shorts and big black shoes. There hair was bright blond and thin, wavy as it reached just above there eyebrows. Both wore it to the same side, too. Though even in the dark, Nami could see there one difference: their eyes. Not knowing which was which, the one on the right had blue eyes and the one on the left had green. They were a sparkling blue and green, but it was painfully obvious as to who was who now. To add to the legibility, 'Blue-Eyes Bob' had a scar over his eye, and 'Green-Eyes Jack' had a scar on his chin in her site of view.

"Master Zaigou seems to be toying with his new pet, wouldn't you say Senmu?" the one on her left gave it away, though his voice sounded sickeningly squeaky, like a rat, and sent shivers up her spine and back again.

"Aye, he does seem to be fond of her. Wonder if they've ever had a go?" Senmu's laugh accompanied his statement, his voice a tone higher then his brother, though barely noticeable. His voice gave Nami's body the same effect.

"Now, that'd be a laugh. In his condition, you think he'd ever get such a sexy skank like her?" Nami became alert then as she felt two of Romu's fingers graze the opening from the wipe over her left breast. She glared sideways at him and gave a small show of her fang. He seemed to notice and hackled with a frightening, echoing laugh.

"What's wrong? Don't like the name? Well, we call you what Captain calls you." Suddenly, his head spun around too fast for Nami's eyes to catch until he was facing her. She gasped soundly then, as she saw the full of his face; his left eye, unlike his right, was blue, the same blue as his brother. His eyes shined under the random showings of moonlight through the trees like a snake's. There was a scar over his left eye, too.

"Unlike you, we do what we can to please Captain. We would never disobey him. We don't need anymore shit then we've got to deal with, including you." Senmu pulled her chin with his index finger to face him, revealing his secret to her too. Again, he had a scar in the same place as his brother; on his chin. And his eyes were the exact same; left blue and right green. It was as if they were clones of each other! Even then, when they continued to hackle at her fear, they were impossible to decipher.

Nami's head was spinning. She was terrified, being brought to a tower at a speed faster then she'd ever seen Zoro run and these two twins, with their hypnotizing eyes were starting to pierce into her mind. She felt sick, she felt like passing out. Her missing blood was still being replaced and she felt the need to summon Chopper. She felt her mind bobbing, her heart strained from her emotions and her lungs wanting to explode. Through teary eyes, she could see the staggered motion her chest was making to match her breaths. Panicking for her condition, she stressed herself out and fainted, to the sound of the wretched two's laughter.

She awoke not that much later, but on a solid floor. As her eyes slowly opened, she subconsciously looked up to the moon. Sadly, it was full. Sighing, she grunted as she pushed herself up off the floor and made her way over to the window, holding her side. Apparently, neither of the two had grasped the concept of gentleness and had tossed her with no concern. Rubbing her rib cage with her lightest touch, she sat down and gazed out her window, enjoying her newest past time as much as she could. Looking out, she realized she couldn't see the front of the castle anymore. She was facing the North-West corner, she could tell. Figuring it was very late, her stomach grumbled in complaint. Nami placed a hand over to silence herself.

"Man, I'm hungry." She whispered to herself with her cracking voice.

"Dinner will be ready soon, so wait." She heard a voice from outside her door. She jumped up instantly and was on guard. It wasn't Romu, Senmu, Akar, or Rosuto, which she was both glad for and displeased with.

"Heh, you're still a spit-fire, aren't ya? You're ready to fight if I come in there right now and try to have my way with you, aren't ya?" It was then, by what he said it, that she recognized the person.

"I think it's obvious I don't like the current situation, Kikei."

"I guess not. But it's your own fault, you know. It's because of what you did that he's the way he is." She heard him trying to get to her, his voice mixing in with the jingle of the chain around his ankles that he loved to play with.

"I haven't seen him in five years! How could it be my fault? I don't even know what you're talking about! Shut up and leave me alone!" Nami took a seat beside her window, but glared over at the door, not trusting Kikei, even though she knew him more so then most others in the crew.

"Oo-hoo! You know how to rile me up, eh? You should learn to watch your tongue."

"…"

"Anyway, I'd obey Zaigou if I were you. He's been after you for all of those five years and now that you're in his grasps, he's not gonna let you go."

"Kikei, you're not allowed to use his name, rememb--"

"Don't tell me what to do, miss!" He hissed, the sound of his jacket ruffling let her know he had been sitting against her door and had sharply turned around, "Don't push me over the edge, Miss Skank, unle—"

"I'm not a—"

"Do you want to die?" Suddenly, it clicked. She remembered Kikei's 'special-ness', if you will, "Zaigou's aware of how I am, you know. He already told me this is my test; to guard you. If you don't drive me over the edge, then I get a one-up in the crew. If you do, then I get a level down. Not much of a penalty. I can always earn it back, but you can't get back your life if I take it! So SHUT UP!"

With a swift kick and punch on the door, he felt he made his point. She heard him sigh heavily and drag his calloused hands through his untamed bluish-silver hair. He straightened his jacket twice with two tugs in the front, brushed off his pants and cleared his throat.

"Believe me miss, it's oh so temptin'. To go in here right now, licking your chest then ripping it open. I have no reason not to, except Zaigou likes pets. We even got a few more downstairs. But you should be able to understand the difference between them and you."

"…I-I don't."

"Ooh, I wouldn't let Zaigou hear you say tha—"

"That's Captain, to you, Kikei," someone from down the hall had now entered the scene, "Only low-class, stray burglar cats like Nami are allowed to use his first name like that. You should know better." And a slap echoed loudly, then five seconds later, a grunt.

"Grr, one day Itami, one day I'll use my s—"

"I'd watch your petty threats, or it could be the last thing you ever say. But luckily for you, I'm here to escort our new navigator to dinner." The way he had said her name and title made Nami feel filthy, just to have him refer to her made her feel like trash because of how he said it.

"Why aren't I doing it?" Kikei protested very loudly, yet Itami remained calm.

"Because giving you permission to be alone with her and have nothing separating you two is like throwing her into a pool of starved sharks. At least I have control."

"Shut up already! You bastard, thinking you're all that! I should—" Another slap, and a kick, blood splattering on the floor.

"You're such a waste. I don't know why Captain keeps you on this crew. Really, Akar his like his bodyguard, so what could your purpose be?"

"What—do you…mea—"

"But we won't get into that today, even though I know I have five seconds to spare. Nami," his voice boomed as he banged his fist twice on the door, "let's go. Captain's waiting."

Nami was on her feet in milliseconds, as if he possessed her with his call. She walked toward the door, even though she could feel no strength in her thighs. Her feet were moving on their own and her arms stretched out a bit to balance her. As she placed her hand on the knob, she heard a choking sound and a thud on the ground. She froze then, not knowing if it was safe to go outside. But Itami called to her again.

"Nami! I said let's go!"

Once again, she followed his command and swung the door open. She then beheld the sight of Kikei on the ground with a purple ink-like liquid pouring out of his mouth. It was as if he was having a seizure on the floor, but Itami's black leather boot kept him from getting up, his heel digging into the fallen man's hip. She heard him clear his throat and felt his fiery bistre-brown eyes. Without looking at him, she turned her body in his direction, but kept looking at Kikei's body on the floor. The indisposed member looked up at her with wide, straining eyes, scaring her spitless. Itami then grabbed her hand and pulled her along, the relief of the now absent boot made Kikei cough and gasp for air. Nami turned her head then and refused to look at the man guiding her. In turn, he dropped her head and kept walking, "This way."

Nami began to wonder then. How was it that these people were a crew, like a nakama, and they treated each other so horribly? Poisoning each other, lowering their esteem like that, hurting their feelings deliberately until you drive them to the point of rage. What was that? That wasn't a healthy environment, that's for sure. She was beginning to feel small already and she had only been with them for half a day now. Kikei and Itami must've been acquainted for a while because she had somewhat remembered his voice from her previous time with this crew. So how was it he could be so mean to a fellow member he's known for such a while? Was this how they showed off their power? Because she preferred the Straw Hats way so much better—…

'No! I can't…I won't think about them! I have more important things to worry about right now! Those guys are the least of my—'

"Impressive resolve you've got."

'Z…Zoro? Is that…'

"Oh, Nami-san!"

'Sanji-kun?'

"…Navigator-san."

'Robin?...Oh, oh no…'

"Nami!"

'Oh, Chopper…'

"Don't w-worry, I'll be your f-friend…"

'Heh, Usopp…please…just go…'

"NAMI!"

'Z-Zoro! Please, no…'

"NAMI! YOU ARE MY NAKAMA!"

"Hmm? Oh please Nami, you're not crying because you're dining with Captain, are you?" Itami's voice was faint to her ears; the cries of her old crew were disturbing her too much.

"No…" was her quiet reply, being able to talk over a sob without any indication. She just continued to walk behind the man, quietly as possible. When she heard the dinner hall door open, she quickly rubbed her tears away and looked up. She replaced her frown with an emotionless form and her eyes held a small spark, to show she was still in there.

Author's Notes:

THIS CHAPTER HAD 2 BE CUT IN HALF BECAUSE IT WAS TOO BIG! CHPT. 5 IS WRITEN AND WILL BE UP SOONER!

I know! My updates are slower then usual! I'm sorry! I really am! You're support is still greatly appreciated!

This was the chapter where I introduced all of the Bachiatari's important members. So, these characters will be appearing in the next few chapters. LOOK OUT!

Translations:

Romu & Senmu- both their names mean service.

Gosho- afterlife

Rosuto- lost

Kikei- freak

Itami- pain

Review Responses:

SkieLoon- Ah, my faithful reviewer, hello:D Thanks for the compliments, it makes me happy! I'm sad to let you know, Zaigou's fight is classified information. For the time being, it is unknown who will fight Zaigou since we now just saw six new members in the crew, plus Akar. Since the twins obviously stick together, they'll fight together. I've got six eligible fight contestants and six ready nakama members. It evens out, so Zaigou's fight will be saved for last. But enjoy Zoro's ass-kicking of somebody else XD Thanks for reviewing!

tea- Thanks for answering my question. I see what you're saying, so maybe that's what Oda-sensei was thinking :) I hope so! Hope you like this chapter and review again!

Great- is dat really ur name?...if it is, kool:D Hope this chapter was a bit interesting too! I know it's not, but it was basically just an insider to the fighting people. The fights will be good, in my opinion anyway ;D Hope you enjoyed and review again!

Next chapter:

-the dinner

-more of the crew without Nami

-Goran reminds Zoro of their promise

-the crew lands on the island

Ja ne! R & R:D