Pain Memory

Hey guys! Here's the crew members which are taken so far!

Captain; Yami D. Naria

Musician/Swordsman; Charlotte Peyton

Navigator; Michael Siramato

Cook; Mayat Ado

Shipwrite; A????? H??????

Doctor; J???? F????

Second Musician; M??-??? L???

Any other guys, just send em' in! I've had a load of great enemies, and created a few good uns' myself, so keep sendin' in!!

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"YO!" yelled Rokuya, waltzing into the small room, where Tock and Bura were waiting for him. "I just finished! He wasn't so hard!"

"And yet I still beat you back here…" mumbled Tock.

"Ohoho! If I were Zomb, we'd be fighting right now! Where is he anyway?"

Bura cleared her throat. "Zomb sent in a message by Den Den Mushi. He said he's going to spend a bit more time investigating…"

Rokuya cocked his head. "What did the message say?"

She smiled lightly, and held up a sheet of paper. "'I'm going to be spending more time here. For some Reason Mirror Knight Cobalt is here, working UNDER Phantom John. Trying to investigate why. Also, tell Kuma that his ass is mine! I'LL KILL THAT MOTHER…' well, you can guess the rest…"

Rokuya fell down on the floor, rolling with laughter.

Tock adjusted his sunglasses, and then stood up.

Rokuya wiped a tear from his eye, and then looked at the blue Privateer. "Where are you going?"

"If Mirror Knight is there, then I've got business to do…"

Bura raised an eyebrow. "Two Privateers there would jeopardise the mission, you are not allowed to go near another Privateer while they are on a mission. You know that…"

Tock grunted, but sat back down.

She sighed. "Now… About your next missions…"

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"KAISEN…"

"8-BALL…"

"RAM/SHOT!!!"

Michael swung his fist forwards, sending the largest blast he could muster, which met Jak's black 8-ball.

'Shit, I'm getting no where with this guy…' thought Michael, massaging his arm. 'Any more and my right arm's devices might short circuit…'

Jak placed his hand in the side pocket of his jeans, and brought out four more balls. 'I've only got five left in the bag!? ARE YOU SHITIN' ME?!'

Michael punched the ground, and electricity began to gather at the front of his fist. 'I've got to finish this quickly…'

Jak threw the four balls into the air, where they began to float, suspended by the static electricity. 'Or else…'

'I'LL LOSE!' thought both simultaneously.

"RAM!!!!!!!!" yelled Michael, slamming his fist forward with all his might.

"MULTI-SHOT!!!!!!!"

BOOOOOOMM!!!!!

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"MAYA! MAYA!" yelled Mayat, running down the tunnel, after the sounds of her retreating footsteps. When he didn't get a response, he tried a different approach. "MAYA! IT'S ME!"

"GO AWAY!" she yelled back at him. Those words surprised him. He staggered briefly, then continued.

"MAYA! WHERE'VE YOU BEEN?! I THOUGHT- I THOUGHT-" She suddenly stopped, followed shortly by Mayat, who stood inches from her. The two were silent for a moment, both looking at the ground before Mayat quietly added, "I thought you were dead Maya…"

Maya looked over her shoulder, and it was plain to see tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…" she then began to run off again. Mayat tensed.

"MAYA! WAIT, MAYA!"

He followed her until he came to a large set of wooden double doors. "Maya…?" He asked uncertainly. He pushed the doors apart, and walked into the room.

"My, my, Mayat-kun… You took your time getting here…"

Mayat's eyes turned white. "Eu-eu… Eugeus…?"

The tall man sat in a throne like chair, his scythe over his shoulders. "Nice to see you remember me Mayat-kun… After all…" he grinned, and spat out his cigar. "I gave you that scar on your chest…"

Mayat grit his teeth. "You… You…"

"I'm sorry…" came a small voice.

Mayat's eyes widened even further. "Maya…? Chan…?"

Eugeus laughed. "Good work Maya! I suppose you can take your father home now. Pity, he was a good gambling card…"

She looked down, and headed out a door beside the throne.

"Oh, I forgot to mention. Ever since Maya started working for you I've had her father hostage… Getting her to lead you in here was quite easy… She made a good casino dancer, but I'll find a replacement…"

Mayat blinked. "You…" he scrunched up his fist. "Mother…" red energy began to surround his arm "Fucking…" a red sphere appeared in his palm. "BASTARD!!!"

Eugeus raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Is that that the Pain Memory ability the Nuu Nuu no Mi is said to posses?

"By gathering up the pain the fruits master has obtained, the amount of pain can be stored up, and admitted on an opponent… But the move is said to also make the user of the move fell the pain back at them, ten times stronger…"

Mayat's eyes were very white, his pupils wide ovals, his teeth gritted together like glue. "I'm going to kill you… I'LL KILL YOU!!!!"

He rushed forwards, cradling the arm with red energy. "ITAMI KINEN!!!" (Pain Memory)

Eugeus winced slightly. Come one Mayat-kun… There's no need to be like that…"

"SHUT UP AND DIE!!!!!!!!!!!"

Mayat thrust his palm forwards, aiming for the face…

CLANG!!

Eugeus lifted the scythe at the last minute, blocking Mayat's palm with the flat side.

Mayat grunted, eyes still white, rage consuming him. "WHY WON'T YOU JUST DIE LIKE THE ROACH YOU ARE?!"

Egeus's look of fear, faded into a smug smile. "I'm sorry Mayat-kun… I actually seemed to like you… Pity…"

Blood exploded from Mayat's body.

"This Scythe is made of Kairoseki…"

Mayat gave a short, small gasp, and then the colour in his eyes faded.

The red energy had disappeared.

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"Man, this mystery cave is taking FOREVER!! I wonder if it has an exit… WAIT! WHAT IF IT DOESN'T HAVE AN EXIT!? WHAT'LL HAPPEN?!" cried Yami.

BOOOM!!!!

Yami jumped in the air when a resounding explosion was heard, and dust fell on him from the ceiling.

"AH! MYSTERY DUST!! IT BURNS!- Actually, It doesn't…" he paused. "I really need to get more sun…-"

BONK!

As the thought crossed his mind, Michael fell on him from above.

"YA!! MYSTERY MONSTER!"

BONK!

"AH! MYSTERY MONSTER JUST HIT ME!"

"SHUT UP!" yelled Michael, immediately clapping his hand over his mouth.

There was suddenly a buzzing sound. Jak was floating down from the hole above them, green energy coming from his boots. "Lucky I remembered these eh? Michael was it?"

Yami looked over his back at Michael, who was rubbing his head.

"Oh, it's you. I thought you were a monster!" he explained.

"Yami, shut up…" Michael grunted.

"Who's this then? Another one of your stupid crew like the red head from before?"

Yami cocked his head. "Who's the old guy?"

A tick appeared on Jak's head. "I'll have you know, I'm 26…"

"That's what I said; Old guy!" said Yami, smiling brightly.

"Why you insolent little-"

"BeroBero…" Jak lowered his cue, and took out a pocket Den Den Mushi.

"Hey…" said Jak.

"Eugeus-sama says he caught one of the intruders. Mayat's going to be shown to the gamblers in about half an hour. He wants you to bring the others. Also, there's a troublemaker outside. Sort her out when you're done."

"On it." Barked Jak, stuffing the Mushi in his pocket. "Now where were-"

Yami appeared in front of him, eyes red. "RYU RYU NO…"

"WHAT THE?!-"

"KUCHI TAIHOU!!!" (Mouth Cannon) A jet of amber flames shot out his mouth right into Jak's chest, causing him to scream and be sent flying into a pillar shrouded in the caves darkness.

He rubbed his now burnt chest. "W-what the hell…?"

Yami blurred into vision inches from him. The scaled fingers wrapped around Jak's neck and held him pinned against the wall.

"H-Hey! Easy man! I surrender! Just let me go man!" begged jak, staring into the crimson eyes.

"Where's the casino…" whispered Yami, in a dangerous tone, his pupils still boring into Jak's eyes.

"D-down the tunnel! Behind the double doors!"

"Thank you…" Yami whispered, his eyes turning back there usual pale grey. His fingers returned to their usual, human form, and he released Jak's neck.

Michael stared, stunned. "Yami… You…"

The buzzing began again. "8-Ball…" growled Jak, aiming his cue at Yami's head.

"Ryu Ryu no…" whispered Yami, lifting a dragon arm towards his own head and adjusting his top hat. "Tokkan…" (Rush)

Freezing, Jak turned ridged, staring into space, before gasping, and falling over, eyes wide.

"What did you do?" whispered Michael.

Yami grinned. "Tokkan affects anyone who's been hit by a Dragon attack and taken a lot of damage. Basically, it knocks them out."

"Amazing…" Michael's eyes were wide; not only from admiration, but from astonishment that Yami said a sentence that actually made… Sense!

Yami then looked in the direction Jak had told them to go. "Let's find Mayat. Charlie's probably doing just fine!"

Michael sighed. "You're probably right… But maybe I should back her up, I mean, she'll appreciate help…" The two boys looked at each other seriously for a few moments, as if contemplating the statement. Then, both grinned. "Like hell!"

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"Midnight…" whispered Charlotte, holding her sword vertically. "STRIKE!"

Spinning the sword horizontally, she thrust it forward, giving it extra force with her other hand. A group of guards who were rushing at her were propelled backwards by the sheer force of the strike.

"Are you guys REALLY the best this bloke's got? PATHETIC!" the kanji for demon shone bright on her forehead. "JUST BEING SO PATHETIC MAKES ME WANT TO CUT YOU UP!"

"S-SCARY!" yelled the remaining guards, who all stepped back.

"MIDNIGHT…"

"OH CRAP!"

"NOT THIS AGAIN!"

"TORNADO!"

She ran forwards, spinning the black sword around, then slashing out at full force, the momentum gathered from the spin giving it even more power. The remaining guards were blown backwards into the wall of the casino, unconscious.

"Too easy…" she grunted, sheathing her sword.

"Wow, you are as good as they say…"

Charlotte sensed something fast slicing through the air and ducked, just as a card zoomed over her head, embedding itself in a tree.

"Or maybe you're even better… Blind Assassin…"

A man walked out from behind a tree. He had a deck of cards in his hand, and a fedora cap on his head, with spiky blonde hair sticking out it. Azure eyes gazed at Charlotte. "Nice to meet you…"

"I don't know who you are…" whispered Charlotte, drawing the sword yet again. "But if you attack me…" Her eyes flashed. "I'll kill you…"

"My, my… So cruel…" whispered the man, smiling. "For a start, my name's Rouge, just so you know. Let me ask, have you ever fought a projectiles user before?"

Charlotte grinned. "Once, and he claimed to be a prince…"

Rouge shrugged. "Well in that case I'm a pauper… And you're the lonely princess…" Three cards were drawn from the deck. "Let's see the Princess dance, eh? Dridridri…"

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"ALRIGHT! THREE 7'S!"

"All on black 4!"

"Royal Flush, I win again!"

"NO! THAT'S MY ENTIRE FORTUNE!"

"Double your bet!"

"Snake eyes, you lose!"

"Wow, this place is so big!" whispered Yami, eyes going wide as he and Michael entered through the double doors. A variety of men and women were all sitting at tables, gambling, betting their life savings and in on case that the two heard, each other.

"Yeah, but don't go running-" Mayat began, turning his head to look at his Captain.

But Yami was gone.

'HE RAN OFF EVEN BEFORE I TOLD HIM NOT TOO?!' Michael mentally screamed.

"WOW!" yelled Yami, staring at the slot machine. "I've never seen one of these before!" he poked the plastic revolver. "I wonder what it does…"

"Hey mister, you new here?" asked a man.

Yami spun round, and slowly nodded.

"Well here ya go! Take a casino token. But don't go wasting it on something like tha-"

"Poke…" muttered Yami as he slid the token into the coin slot.

"WHAT?! Aw man, you'll never win on that thing! That's just made with luck; you can never win on something like tha-"

Yami pulled the lever three times making the revolver's all land on 7. The machine began to flash, and coins poured out the slot at the bottom.

"WOW! DID I WIN?!" yelled Yami, grinning like a child who'd received a sweet.

The man stood there, mouth agape, as Yami crammed the coins into his pockets, and began to walk away, whistling merrily.

"ATTENTION EVERYONE!"

Yami stopped walking, and looked in the direction of a large stage, where a red curtain was drawn.

"YOUR AMAZING HOST, EUGEUS-SAMA, WILL NOW ADRESS YOU WITH SOME ENTERTAIMENT!"

The curtain began to fold back. Yami's eyes went wide. Mayat was kneeling down, his cloths drenched in blood, his eyes blank in a near lifeless state.

"Ero… Boy…?" Yami muttered.

Eugeus walked out onto the stage, scythe over his shoulders.

"This boy… This pathetic boy… Thought he'd be able to get the better of your amazing mayor…" Some of the crowd began to whisper. "HE actually thought he'd be able to beat me with some foolish tricks… He is PATHETIC."

He kicked Mayat straight in the chest, causing him to cough up even more blood, covering some of the stage's floor. Eugeus kicked him again, making him fall on his side.

"HE. IS. WORTHLESS!!" with every word another kick was given.

He raised the scythe. "This…"

Michael scrunched up his fist, and prepared to attack.

"IS WHAT HAPPENS TO THOSE WHO DEFY ME!"

He swung the scythe down… Until…

"RYU RYU NO…"

Everyone spun round to see a teenage boy, eyes red like fire, dashing along the floor, a pair of coal black arms trailing behind him (Like Luffy's bazooka stance only arms not stretched.)

"What the…?" whispered Eugeus.

The boy's face seemed to be looking almost… Dragon-like! A vague silhouette hanging over him with a face covered in black scales, sharp fangs and blood red eyes.

Yami stopped inches from Eugeus, whose eyes were wide with shock and surprise.

"SHOTTOGAN!!!!!!" (Shotgun)

He slammed his fists forward, palms open, claws digging into the flesh at the force of bullets. For a moment it seemed like time had stopped. Mayat seemed to be staring at them, amazed. Michael had his mouth wide open at the sheer power of the move Yami just used.

And then, Eugeus was sent hurtling backwards, crashing into the wall at the end of the stage.

"Ya… Mi…?" whispered Mayat, before fainting.

Yami began to breathe heavily, still glaring at Eugeus. "You… Are someone I will NEVER forgive!"

TO. BE. CONTINUED!!!

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