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Credits to Hanzatsu-Hime. I've forgotten to put a Disclaimer - stupid me - so here it is.
I don't know own any of (G)oda's characters or his beautiful settings. I'd give quite a few body parts just to own one character. (^^'')
The Donquixote Guardia are on the move! You will be introduced to each character and hopefully, come to accept their quirky personalities (^^)
Again a HUGE THANK YOU to those who took their time to give me such amazing reviews! Thank you to you silent readers out there for liking and supporting this story too!
Bookworm0313: Yup yup you've got that right This. Is. F*cking. Intense (haha) I've got a boatload of things in store for Nami and unfortunately, our clueless yet love-able swordsman too! Stay tuned! And thank your for reviewing!
Death-By-Sanity: I try, i try, (XD) There will never be a day when poor Ussop gets a break lols. As for your question. Yes Law is aware of Nami's assault, and I have no qualms that he feels a bit of anger for our navigator himself. I mean, if you put him in Luffy's position, he'd feel pretty darn angry if one of his crewmates were injured (think of Bepo). Will i put in a section from Law's point of view? Yes eventually i will since do need a viewpoint from a spectator and Law is the perfect candidate. I don't mind questions! Ask away!
Under the order of the Commander, 24 year old Mason Owens formed a tag team with Bates as they set out at a jog down the streets of Dressrosa. The man had given up his family when his single mother had decided to take his sister and younger brother and leave the city for some unknown reason. As a young man in his late teens, he had chosen to reside in Dressrosa and like many of his fellow mates, join the military. It was only a few years later when his work had caught one of the executive's eye and after two years of some of the most grueling conditioning and countless visits at death's door, Owens had officially made himself a place in the Donquixote Guardia. They were the executive's personal guards, putting their strength and reputation a tier below the executives themselves. As for his physical features, the man didn't think himself too bad looking. He had one of those smooth and angled faces with sharp jaw lines and shaggy blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. Mason stood at a proud six two with the maroon and gray elite uniform covering his lanky bulk. His eyes, however, didn't match with the rest of his ethnicity.
Mason Owens's eyes were noticeably and undeniably a husky shade of gray tinged with a mixture of blue and black. No doubt to any woman, it might have been beautiful had he not chosen to keep his head lowered and let the stray strands of his hair hide the majority of his eyes behind his long bangs. The shallow knife slashes scattered over the side of his temple didn't seem to help either. In his hands he carried steel-crafted tonfas in which he had infused with haki. Doflamingo and his executives had beaten into all of them the importance of haki, especially Busoshouku, Armament Haki. Out of the twelve, a third of the Donquixote including himself had managed to unlock the dormant ability.
"Tonfa-Boy, we're doubling back to meet up with Canon-Boy in 10," the rough and commanding tone of Bates' voice was like gravel to his ears; the man wasn't entirely unpleasant to listen to, it was just that his dark character had most of his mates widening their stance around him.
"Sure thing," he bit out, the tip of his angular nose twitched as he tried to brush off the nickname. It wasn't that he was insulted by it, it was simply the fact that the man didn't bother to take the three years to get to know him other than the fact that he fought with tonfas.
"Ya coming Tonfa?" Owens resisted clocking said tonfas over his partner's head as he quickened his pace to catch up. He watched as Faylar Bates shuffled through the Strawhat posters in his hand, on his other, a set of brass knuckles twirled along his long fingers as he inspected each of the photos whistling all the while,
"Shit, would you look at that? They've all got f*cken bounties." The man's brass knuckles spun flowed like water over his fingers whilst he roughly shouldered aside the panicked citizen who got in his way. Mason gently nudged a child to the side with his hand as he as he moved; who gave a f*ck if they had bounties? The intruders were destroying his beautiful city! His hands clenched around the smooth handles of his weapon as he kicked his pace up a notch; this was his home! His birthplace! His honor to the king served to strengthen his tie to this city, and they dare insult and challenge him? As they turned a corner, he heard his colleague let out a low whistle of appreciation that had him turning his head to face him,
"Aye Tonfa-Boy! Look at this beauty! Don't she look f*ckable?" The end of Faylar's blunt finger tapped against a picture of one of the Strawhat's crewmembers. Mason's silver eyes took in the fiery-haired splendor posing in front of him. His tongue unconsciously swept over his lips and he forced himself to turn away from the sight; Doflamingo's strict sex ban along with his punishments had made sure he and his fellow elites kept their cocks tucked in their pants. It didn't escape his notice that some of them had been unable to resist and he couldn't blame them; he was the youngest of the Donquixote and that meant his own sexual charge was higher than a f*cking kite. Something niggling in his mind had him tugging back to face the picture and Mason suppressed the urge to trace the woman's lovely face with this fingers, he couldn't help but wonder if, perhaps, he had seen her somewhere before.
"Ahh, we've got a lovely one here," There was an interested gleam in Faylar's dark eyes as he smirked and pulled up a photo of another woman with ink black hair and sharp, mischievous eyes and more angular and matured features. Mason immediately knew his partner had locked onto a new target; oh he wasn't stupid as to think the forceful man would carry out his new fascination, but if Mason knew one thing about Faylar Bates, it was that once his intimidating colleague had set his eyes on his target, he never lost it. Ever.
There was a shout and someone ran headlong in his chest. Although the impact wasn't enough to topple him, it had him pushed a step back. Owen grimaced when something blunt poked his diaphragm and his head bent to look at the person who had fallen back rubbing his nose,
"Ouch! Watch where you're-" The offender had a wild mass of curly black hair pulled back in a tail and a red and white stripped hat with goggles capped over his head. His most distinguishing feature was an incredibly long nose and an interesting cane of some sort strapped to his back. Mason tilted his head; who –
"Oi! He's the five-star Godly Urine or somethin'!" Beside him, Bates had long tossed the posters over his wide shoulders and was already slipping the brass knuckles over his thick fingers as he advanced forward.
Ah, now he remembered,
"It's God Ussop." Owens corrected and sighed; he did feel a bit of remorse for the poor guy who was now openly gawking at his partner,
"Yeah buddy, the metal spikes embedded along his arms and shoulders? It's real," Mason's confirmation had the man's jaw – and nose – sagging down even further,
"T-t-t-t-t-t-tremble o-o-o-on y-y-your k-knees g-g-gentlem-men!" With an effort that had Mason's sympathetic side applauding, the Strawhat had managed on dangerously shaky legs to right himself up and put up a courageous front. Except with Bates looming over the Strawhat, you could see his brave façade visibly crumbling and Mason had to chuckle; how long has it been since anyone other than his mates stood up to him? A hard elbow shoved him to the side as Faylar marched ahead with a wicked smile on his countenance,
"This one's got spunk," he growled, the metal spikes on his knuckles gleamed in the dying light and he gave a loud bellow as he leaped toward the man.
"Let's see if you're still high and mighty after this!"
He was well and truly f*cked. Ussop trembled from the soles of his mustard yellow boots to the tip of his nose. They were definitely not the people he was suppose to fight; a quick glance down at the paper confirmed it.
He had to stall…somehow,
"W-w-wait!" The inborn flight ability to dodge obstacles had the sniper throwing himself to the side in time to avoid his head smashed from his shoulders as the ape swung and missed. An angry bellow of annoyance sounded and Ussop scrambled back on his ass, his hands stuck out, frantically waving,
"W-w-wait! I-i-I'm not God Ussop!" The giant in front of him paused and the sniper's hands immediately went for his bag; oh where was his mask when he needed it most?
And his lie! The sniper couldn't hold back a wince; it had to be the stupidest and most bogus lie he had ever spoken! Heck even he didn't believe it himself! The large man in front of him tilted his head up, his eyes narrowed and Ussop craned his head back to look too and gulped.
There, blaring and flashing in the air was the screen that Doflamingo had put up displaying the people he wanted apprehended. And right smack dab in the middle was the grand prize; a picture of himself with his nose jutted up like a proud warrior. The sniper inwardly groaned; how the hell did he forget?
The weight of the ape's hard stare was making him sweat bullets, body trembling, Ussop turned his gaze back to the guard to meet the glare of tapered dark orbs,
"Bullshit," the man growled and Ussop sent a fervent prayer to the heavens.
A/N: Thank you for reading!
Expected Update:
Retribution: 07/19/15
Scorching Heat of Summer: 07/18/15
