" I don't care about killing humans."
" If you won't kill me then make me your slave."
" You would really give up your freedom for the life of one beast?"
" I would."
" You are either a very good-hearted human or a very stupid one. There's only one way to settle this."
The boy's two long lumps grew from his skin. The lumps grabbed a sword from the boys' belt. They spun the sword around the boy. The lumps finally let go of the sword and it launched in the air.
" Are you crazy?" Dyson shouted. " You just threw a dangerous weapon. It will kill someone."
" That's precisely what I'm hoping for. The sword will fall somewhere in this alley. If you can dodge the sword I'll take you and let the beast live. If the sword does kill you, I'll kill the beast."
Dyson could hear the sound of the boy's sword falling to the earth. Dyson was moving his legs so much looking for a way to escape he tripped on his shoelaces. He fell on the dirty ground. The boy's sword hit its target. Dyson felt the sword tip in his skin. Everything went dark.
Dyson felt a chilly breeze against his naked chest. His nipples tingled. He hugged his chest and blew one frosty breath. The only part of him that wasn't cold was his feet. His feet were dipped in a cauldron. Someone was trying to eat his feet! Dyson saw someone had given his feet a manicure. They were embellished pink like a lily blossoming from a little seed.
" I've never seen anyone take a sword like you," the boy from the alleyway walked into the room. His hair was covered in a wet towel. Dyson was embarrassed. The boy was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his legs and Dyson was staring at his enhanced man boobs. Dyson covered his eyes.
" Please put some clothes on." He screamed. "
" I shouldn't have too," the boy said. " You and I are both guys."
" Except this one is a virgin." A little head popped out of the boy's neck. The little head looked like the boy—had the same color hair as him before he wrapped his hair in a towel—and when the boy removed the towel to show his glossy black hair, the color of the hair on the little head turned black as well.
" Get back in there, Sarge. I'll let you out when I'm done explaining things to him." Dyson was mortified to see the little head stick back into the boy's shoulder. Another lump was sticking out his back and stretched to the other room. The lump came back with a jacket and a pair of pants. His towel dropped. Dyson covered his eyes avoiding the flaccid thing. Dyson couldn't stand to see naked people. Clothes were invented to keep their bodies warm and keep peoples modesty's.
" You can open your eyes now." Dyson opened his eyes. But he was looking at double now. Two boys standing next to each other. It didn't take Dyson long to know the other boy was Hesoi.
" Did you miss me?"
" Your friend is an impressive fighter," the boy said. " He was ready to die for you even though there was a sword in your ass."
The sword landed in Dyson's ass. He screamed like a girl wailing for someone to get off of her. Dyson screamed for a good fifty seconds, then he passed out. Like the boy agreed he let go of Rindoth. The toad man fled the alleyway not even trying to help the boy that saved his life. The boy grabbed Dyson and carried him with the sword still in his butt.
" Hello." The boy heard a sound. He dismissed this noise thinking it was only two souls greeting each other. The boy forgot every human villager was underground. The only things mincing around were too hoarse for normal tongue. " Yo."
The boy saw who was speaking. He started as a little shadow of a seed, but soon grew to be a prickly weed. He was the same height as him and maybe the same age. His chiseled face features was almost too arousing for him to look at.
" If you are going to kidnap someone don't wait around." The boy tried to take back what was his. However, the boy stretched his fingers like dragon tails and covered Dyson in them. He molded his left hand into a axe. Like the axe in his hand he was molded to never show mercy to his opponent. He jumped, his right hand stretching as he fell, sliced the right hand off his attacker.
" Go away!" The boy shouted.
His adversary didn't see a missing arm as any great wound; it was more like a paper cut to him. He punched the wall to his left. The wall broke like a bo staff. He disappeared into the non-fluorescent store. He walked out holding a shotgun. " Don't think your theatrics are going to scare me. I was a member of the Strawhat Pirates. Do you know how I became a member?" The shotgun turned into a small puddle of goo. The little puddle sloshed around. It morphed into a cube, then sphere, triangle, the Thousand Sunny, and finally a straw hat that looked like Luffy's straw hat, but the only color it had was blue.
The boy placed the blue straw hat atop his head. " By being strong and a fun guy to be around. But also from how useful my Devil Fruit is." The boys' left arm molded into a little stump. The boy picked out more weapons from the armory. First he took out another shotgun, a sword, and shields. The metal melted down into a puddle and transformed his hand into a hawk's face.
