Destiny's silvery jade eyes sparkled in delight as her nakama lit up fireworks in her honor and in thanks for saving all of their lives. They all got up one by one to make a speech on how beautiful and wonderful she was. The final crewmate ended with the words, "And I want to thank her for granting us with her beauty and strength. Without her, we would be lost. Thank you."
They all whooped and clapped, Destiny walked gracefully to the middle of the ship; her jade mahogany eyes twinkled gently in the light. The crowd fell hushed, stunned at the beauty that was reflected in the moonlight.
The spotlight brightly shone upon her gentle, porcelain-like features; it had only been a little more than a month, but she already stood at an elegant five-foot-seven, weighing a little less than a swan feather, and her petite quintuple E-cup bosom was pushed up slightly by her silken, scarlet strapless dress with black trimmings that reached all the way to the floor.
A black satin bow with golden dragons embroidered on the sash circled hers tiny waist and rested above her generous hips. She wore a blood red rose in her dark, glossy raven black hair which she tied up in an elegant bun. Dark black strands framed her mysterious, soulful, gold-flecked hazel orbs, placid, lovely face, and full, red lips.
"Thank you everyone for your kind words. I'm so glad I could be of such good use to everyone on this ship. And thank you White-, I mean, fath for welcoming to your ship as one of your children. I'll love you all forever, Arigato." She bowed her beautiful head, dark strands of lustrous silk fell around her smooth, elegant, pale shoulders.
The ship suddenly burst into a cloud of smoke, engulfing Destiny, Whitebeard, Marco, and all of the non plot-relevant crewmembers. Marco coughed, "Destiny! Are you alright?" He heard an elegant, mournful moan and saw the small, scarlet tattoo on his arm that was of a wolf and cherry blossom intertwined turned black.
His heart dropped as he remembered what Destiny told him about the tattoo's purpose.
Ten minutes ago
As Marco and Destiny finished their mind-numbingly fantastic kiss, which by itself deserved an award, an honorary parade, and a month long honorary holiday, he hugged her and she pressed her lovely, smooth face into his chest. Her stormy silver-indigo eyes sparkled in bliss; they stood there for a couple of seconds.
"Thank you." He looked into her swirling amber-azure eyes. "For what?" she said in her harp-like voice that also sounded like a chorus of angels. "For changing my life; before you came, I knew there was something missing in my life. There was a hole where my heart was and when you came, everything changed. The sun shined brighter that day, the birds sang; it was as if I finally had a purpose other than to be a side character in some grand plot."
Destiny's gold-rimmed magenta-forest-emerald-gold eyes sparkled in disbelief and joy. "Marco; I am so flattered by your profession of your undying love for me, but, it was not meant to be." Marco's heart stopped, "What could you ever mean sweetness?" Golden tears formed in her luminescent, crystalline ginger-sapphire orbs, "What I mean is… it's too dangerous for you to be close to me, you could get hurt."
He hugged her again; "I and everyone else on this ship have already proclaimed that we would gladly die for you." She gently pushed him away with her slender, pale hands, "But that is the problem, I don't want anyone else to die for me ever again." She flowed over to the railing of the ship, "There's something I haven't told you about myself, a terrible secret."
*Mother Sea starts playing in the background for no reason*
Golden phoenix tears slowly slid down her porcelain-like features, "I-I was the reason that my homeland, Mohara, got destroyed. It's because of this stupid curse that was put on me when I was a baby. It's the curse of… beauty. I'm so beautiful that wars are literally started over me; people die because of me, people who I love and care about! You almost died several times because of me, imagine what would happen if we ever got together"
More golden tears slid off of smooth angel-like cheeks and on top the ship railing; small, beautiful flowers sprouted from where her tears fell. "And that is why I can't afford to get too close to anyone!" She sniffled tragically and said quietly, "No matter matter how much I want to."
Destiny suddenly felt Marco wrap his arms around her, "Then I'll have to make sure I never die so that you will never have to cry over me again." She turned around and threw her arms around him again. "You know, I've got the greatest idea!" She pressed her small, delicate hand over his arm and lifted it. There was now a crimson tattoo of a wolf and cherry blossom on his skin, "This tattoo is an indicator of my health, so that you'll know when I'm safe." And so, with that out of the way they kissed again for another five minutes.
"No, it can't be!" Marco whispered loudly. Everybody watched as the smoke cleared, revealing a tall, tan, handsome crimson-haired man. "Today is a sorrowful day, for today is the day when you lost what you valued the most." He held up Destiny's small, limp, beautiful body in one hand and let it drop. She floated gently down to the ground, like a snowflake.
Marco and the crew watched in horror as her lovely, delicate body turned over and revealed a dagger in her abdomen. "AND TODAY IS ALSO THE DAY WHERE YOU LOST YOUR 'LIGHT OF HOPE'! BOW DOWN TO ME, FOR I AM NOW YOUR NEW CAPTAIN! HA HA HA!"
"NOT WHILE I'M AROUND!" The crimson fiend turned around and coolly regarded the man who had dared speak to him like an equal; it was Whitebeard! "Excuse me Mr. Underling; but I, as your new captain, have not given you permission to speak."
He twirled around his… pointy stick-blade-thing, "I don't need permission from a punk like you. WHO ARE YOU TO DARE TO ATTACK MY BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER?" The crimson-haired man smirked as his hands erupted into black flames. "Typical." He did a quadruple flip in the air and landed behind Whitebeard.
"The name's Sanguine D. Hasselhoff; don't forget it, gramps." With a snap of his fingers he lit Whitebeard aflame. "AHHH! FIRE!" He ran around like a headless chicken until he jumped off the side of the boat.
The entire crew, except Marco, jumped off the side of the boat to save Whitebeard, leaving Marco alone with the handsome devil, Sanguine D. Hasselhoff. "Hmph; I guess it's just you versus m-." Suddenly a weird-looking man jumped on to the boat, "I, the terrible Simon, WILL NOW BECOME THE MOST POWERFUL PIRATE NOW THAT WHITEBEARD IS OUT OF THE WAY! AH HA HA! SEFER HA-BAHIR!"
Paper began swirling around him until Sanguine threw a ball of flame at him and he burned, or something. "Anyways, where were we?" "We were at the part where you were going to let me kill you for murdering my beautiful girlfriend." Marco said.
Sanguine nodded, "I see, I was going to let you kill me for- HEY! THAT'S NOT HOW IT WENT!" His emerald-silver eyes flashed angrily, "I'll kick you off this crew for that, you inferior underling." And so the epic battle of two-point-three seconds began.
SN: SEE WHAT YOU GUYS MADE ME DO? THE CHARACTER I WORKED SOOO HARD ON IS NOW DEAD BECAUSE OF YEW! SO BLAH!
AN: Well sorry for another late update; I'll sincerely try to update faster! I need more ideas! I rely on you guys for inspiration! Thank you, Fanatic Sketcher for suggesting putting Simon in the story; even if it was a brief cameo. For those who don't know who Simon is, he is a filler villain in one of the One Piece games; he ate the (Pasa Pasa) Paper Paper fruit so he controls paper. I seriously don't know what his MO is so I just put him down as another power-hungry pirate that was also after Whitebeard's head. And for those who don't know what Mother Sea is; it's the song the anime plays during sad moments or for moments in the past. Can be heard at this url: .com/watch?v=Tvh-rN3wnCU. Trust me, you'll recognize it.