Chapter 10: Rewind.
AN: Hey everyone! I'm back with another chapter of Disturbing Someone's Nap. And today we get the answer to how the heck did they go back in time?
Oh, and to appease some of you guys' concerns: Chopper will not die ! I swear!
And, BTW, I know it's very confusing for the whole time things, but it ends in this chapter! After that you won't be hearing anything about scenes that are playing in different timelines.
Anyway, have a good read :D
In the second part of Grand Line, a sea whom people call 'The New World', the Marine Admiral Issho "Fujitora" and his men were facing another of this sea's dangers.
The Marines were in fighting stance; they were preparing the cannons, pointing them to a target that none could see with his eye. The zone was too foggy to see anything. However, one fact remained: Admiral Fujitora had used his powers to summon a meteor and it disappeared before clashing on the water.
"You're truly a bunch of retards!" A voice scolded at them. "Throwing a meteor for such a petty reason! At least this thing won't make any victims now… I think."
Fujitora frowned. The man that was on this sea and who possessed such a strong aura really seemed to have made his meteor vanish. 'Interesting.' The Admiral thought. 'Truly interesting.'
"What are your orders, Admiral?" The muscular Vice-Admiral Maynard asked to his superior.
But before Fujitora found an answer, something caught his attention.
"Good Afternoon!"
It took everyone by surprise. On the deck of the Admiral's warship, a man popped up out of nowhere.
Most of the soldiers only saw a silhouette, but they were clever enough to notice his apparition.
The ones nearby pointed their rifles at the silhouette. "Don't make a move, Pirate!" One of them shouted. "We've got you surrounded!"
The intruder, however, wasn't very anxious, despite being on a navy warship. He wasn't excited either.
"What's with your obsession with Pirates?" He asked. "I already told you that I'm not one of them."
"Don't shoot!" Fujitora ordered to his men, realizing that this man had no aggressive intentions. "And lower your weapons. He isn't an enemy."
"Thank you, Sir Admiral." The man replied politely. And then, he moved his hand.
The mist surrounding him, no, all the mist surrounding the warship suddenly disappeared … or rather, moved away.
The marines could finally see their intruder clearly. And they were shocked. Oh, they were shocked.
The man wasn't very tall. Every marines were more than a head taller than him. He seemed to be rather old; he was probably in his mid-fifties. In the New World it was already more than average life expectancy, so yes, he was old. And he looked awfully weak and feeble, too. It was hard to believe that he was the one who actually made the meteor vanish.
"Nice to meet you." He said with a straight face. "My name is Jan S. Pastan, I am retired, but I enjoy fishing. One day, I ate the Movu Movu no Mi and I became a Move man."
The soldiers blinked.
"You're a … movement?" One of them asked.
Jan's eyes twitched. "I'm a Move man!" He corrected angrily. "I can move things!"
Fujitora approached the intruder. "My deepest apologies for throwing a meteor at you, sir Jan S. Pastan." He said sincerely.
Jan S. Pastan stared at the Admiral's face. "Oh, you're blind." He stated.
Fujitora nodded. "I can only rely on my Haki."
"Yeah, I can use observation Haki too." Pastan said. "It's damn useful for, you know, avoid meteors."
"I sensed that you were a threat so I didn't want to take risks." Fujitora continued apologetically.
Pastan grinned and scratched the back of his head, which was affected by an incipient baldness. "It's not a big deal. No one's dead after all."
Fujitora smiled. "You said that you're a Move man. What does that mean?" He asked with curiosity.
Jan S. Pastan shrugged. "Well, I can move things. Do you want a demonstration?"
The soldiers nodded.
And then, poof! Pastan disappeared.
The soldiers were shocked. "He disappeared!"
Then, five seconds later, poof! Jan reappeared at the same spot. He was now holding a steel ball.
"I took this on my house." He said, as a hundred of marines were around him, staring at him with wide eyes.
Admiral Fujitora raised an eyebrow. "Did you go to your house just now?" He asked incredulously.
Pastan nodded. "Yeah, it's not that far from here." He said casually. "That's the reason there is fog here, just so you know. I brought it here so no ship would disturb me."
"You have my apologies, sir." Fujitora replied politely. "We were chasing a pirate ship."
Pastan cocked his head. "Well, it's not that bad if you were doing your job, I suppose. But it wasn't the first time someone disturbed me today, which explains my mood."
This declaration caught Fujitora's attention. There was a ship who took the same route, then. What if it was the straw-hats that this man encountered? What if he had used his power to move them to another place? But in that case it wouldn't make sense, since the Vivre card completely stopped moving…
"So…" Pastan declared while holding a steel ball on his left hand, and showing it to the soldiers. "I'm gonna use my powers on this ball."
He touched the ball with his right hand, and suddenly it disappeared.
"Whoah!" The marines exclaimed.
"Oi!" Vice-Admiral scolded to his subordinates. "Don't make such a fuss!"
A moment passed where no one said a thing. Jan S. Pastan didn't move an inch, to many people's surprise.
Suddenly someone spoke. "Where did the ball go?"
But Jan S. Pastan didn't respond, instead he muttered something to himself. "Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen…"
It seemed like he was counting the seconds after the disappearance of the ball.
"…fourteen…" Pastan continued.
A marine scratched his head. "Nothing happens." He said casually.
"…fifteen." Jan S. Pastan finished his count. "Ah!"
Suddenly a ball – THE ball- popped up on his left hand; at the same spot it was fifteen seconds earlier.
"Whoaouh!" Some marines exclaimed.
"But, the ball didn't move!" One of the marine shouted.
"Yeah, it just disappeared for a few seconds." Another one added.
"You can make things vanish but you can't move them." Another soldier said.
Pastan smirked. "You've got it wrong." He objected, shaking his head. "I didn't make it vanish. The ball moved."
No one truly understood what he meant by that, but Fujitora was thoughtful. 'If he made this ball vanish for a few seconds, then he might have done the same thing to the straw hats' ship and crew. However…'
"But it didn't move." Maynard objected. "It reappeared at the same place but fifteen seconds later. That isn't moving."
"That is moving." Pastan objected, staring at the muscled Vice-Admiral and sweating furiously. An Admiral and a Vice-Admiral plus a hundred of soldiers were damn intimidating for this old man, after all. "The ball moved through the fourth dimension: time."
This caused a lot of mixed reactions in the audience.
"You can manipulate time!? That's so cool!" Exclaimed a simple-minded soldier.
"But… What a shame it fell on your hands!" Another soldier said.
"Yeah, it's a goddamn waste."
"A power so cool and so powerful…"
"..In the hands of such an uncharismatic man."
"Who said that?!" The little man retorted angrily.
"Well, that's true." Someone objected. "You're so small, and you seem so weak and all…"
Most of the soldiers nodded.
"Silence!" Fujitora shouted suddenly, to everyone's surprise. "Maynard, I put you in charge of the maneuvers."
The Vice-Admiral nodded. "Yes, Admiral." Then he spoke to the troops. "Get back to work, you lazy punks!"
The Marines obeyed and the deck was soon filled with men running around and preparing the ship.
"You and I must talk." Fujitora said to Pastan. "You!" He ordered to a young Marine passing-by. "Prepare us a table and two chairs!"
The marine saluted his superior. "Yes Sir!" Then he ran to the cabin.
"That is quite a useful power you have, sir Pastan." Fujitora said.
Pastan raised an eyebrow. "So do you, Admiral. A meteor … Never in my entire life…"
Issho chuckled. "By the way, do you happen to know where – or when- did you send my meteor?"
Pastan touched his chin, trying to remember where the heck he had sent this freaking meteor. "Well, well, well, that is a good question." He said sincerely. "I must think of a location or a time before I use my powers, but for this one I don't remember. It was on the moment, you see." He chuckled nervously. "But it shouldn't be of great consequences." Pastan added quickly, in order to reassure the blind Admiral.
Fujitora frowned. "Earlier, you mentioned…"
'Wait a minute, what did I think about when I used my power on the meteor?' Pastan wondered to himself. 'I think it was a great naval battle, something during the Roger Era…'
"…that you were disturbed by…"
"ED WAR!" Pastan exclaimed, to the Admiral's surprise. Then he put a hand to his mouth.
"Oops."
"What?"
"I think I've just changed history."
At the same moment, five Marines arrived with two chairs and a table.
Fujitora sat down, alongside with his guest. "So, earlier, you went in contact with a pirate ship."
Pastan stared at the Admiral and cocked his head. "No. I mean, I don't know."
Fujitora frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Well, it's true that a ship came next to me when I was fishing." Pastan admitted. "However, I don't know if it was a pirate ship or not."
"You didn't know?" Issho asked rhetorically.
He shook his head. "I sent them away before I could see their flag."
Fujitora coughed. Was it what happened then? Did the straw-hats have been the victims of this man's devil fruit power?
"Why did you do that?" He asked sternly.
Jan S. Pastan shrugged his shoulders. "I was sleeping when their big ship hurt my frail bark. They disturbed my nap!"
There was a pause. Jan S. Pastan stared at the Admiral. The Admiral didn't stare back at Jan S. Pastan for obvious reasons.
"But, hey, I'm rather weak, you know." Pastan said. "I can't do much against pirates besides sending them at the other side of the ocean or in the past, or in the future…"
"It must've been the straw hats' ship." Fujitora said to himself. "There are no other logical reasons."
Pastan rubbed his chin. "The straw hats… it reminds me of something."
"Their captain is Monkey D. Luffy." Fujitora said. "He's wanted for 500 million berries."
Pastan widened his eyes. "Isn't he the guy who screwed up the three government's institutions five years ago?!" He exclaimed in shock.
"Two years." The Admiral corrected, slightly irritated. "It was two years ago."
Pastan slapped his forehead. "Oh. That's right. We don't have the same time references."
"So." Fujitora said. "Where did you send them?"
"Do you want an honest answer?" Jan S. Pastan asked. "I don't really know."
"What do you mean you don't really know?" Fujitora asked back.
Pastan shrugged. "That's because I used another 'move'."
The Admiral didn't pay attention to the pun. "Please develop."
"My devil fruit gave me the ability to move anything and anyone, anywhere, anytime. Literarily." Jan S. Pastan explained. He showed him his right palm. "With my right hand, I decide where and when to send my targets." Then he showed him his left palm. "But my left hand is a little bit different."
Fujitora raised an eyebrow. "How so?"
"It's just a question of perspective, really." Jan S. Pastan explained. "With my left one, not only I can move anything I want, but I don't need a physical contact. It can also read in people's memories to move them where they actually were at time t."
"I don't understand." The Admiral said.
"It's simple, really." Pastan said. "One being cannot exist twice at the same time. So if I move something to the past, or to the future, the actual object disappears and let place to the new one."
There was another pause.
"I still don't understand." Fujitora said.
Pastan scratched his head. "Yeah, I suck at explanations. Besides, this time-space stuff gives me migraines."
He stood up. "Okay, let me explain you with concrete examples. Let's imagine that, right now, I use the same move I used on the straw hats. It's called 'Rewind'." Jan S. Pastan added quickly. "So – and it's purely hypothetical- if I use 'Rewind' on you, you'll be sent to the past, with your fancy mantle, your cane and all but you'll stay at the same spot you were, say, five years ago."
Jan S. Pastan grinned. "Oh, and say hello to straw hat for me."
Then, Jan S. Pastan extended his left hand to Fujitora, and before the Admiral could react, he was being touched by the Move man's attack.
"Movu Movu no: Rewind!"
The Marine Admiral disappeared suddenly, under the incredulous looks of the soldiers nearby.
Pastan frowned, realizing that he was facing an entire fleet of future angry enemies, enemies who were very close to Pastan's house. "Well, I think I'll find another place to live."
He teleported himself in his own house. It was in an island completely covered by mist. Needless to say, it was the very thing this mist was hiding in the first place. Pastan picked up a few of his belongings, and then popped up far, far away from this place in order to live peacefully, away from civilization.
On a certain island, in the second part of Grand Line.
The Marine bureau was a place where bounty hunters could get paid from capturing or/and killing their target, a criminal with a bounty on their head.
A blind man was carrying the soon-to-be dead body of Rascal the rascal to the interior of the building. Rascal the rascal a criminal whose bounty was worth more than a hundred million berries.
"Oi, Issho!" The old marine in charge of the bureau knew this bounty hunter very well. "You did a great catch today!"
Issho dropped Rascal the rascal on the ground. "Him? a great catch? It was just a small fry."
A couple of young marines picked up Rascal the rascal and put him in jail.
"A small fry for you, that's for sure!" The old marine joked. He handed the bounty hunter three big sacks of gold coins. "Here is your reward. 150 million berries."
"Thanks, Samos." Issho replied politely while taking the sacks of gold. "They will be wisely spent."
Samos snorted. "Che. You'll just waste them in a casino, then beat up another criminal and bring him here when you'll be in lack of money, and go back to the casino."
"You know me too well." Issho mused.
"Wouldn't you want to join the marines instead?" Samos asked.
The blind bounty hunter laughed. "What would an old man like me do in the Marines? Can you tell me?"
And then, poof! Issho was now wearing a Marine officer coat.
AN: Yeah, Movu Movu no Mi.
I searched for Japanese translations but none of them pleased me, so I "Japonized" Move.
So, Fujitora is now in the past (3 years before the straw hats) What will he do? Ah ah, that's a mystery.
Please review this chapter if you enjoyed it. Until next time :D
