Mmm, and forgot to add this on the different chapters, but Sallya and Blaze's devil fruit powers are credit to Kallin22 as well as the character, Barnes Koga. I just made his backstory.
Ok...I just realized I screwed up something with my math and Franky's age...so just...ignore the error, please. I know it's wrong, but just...ignore it.
Log 21
Livia POV
Blaze had me pinned in the corner. There was a muscle jumping in his jaw and his catlike eyes were wide, like a tiger stalking it's prey. He then turned, took a deep breath and turned back to me. His face was unnaturally calm and I was starting to get scared.
"Blaze...?" I asked nervously.
"Why...do you purposely ignore what I warned you about?" He said, quietly.
I looked down. "I-I'm sorry, I just...I couldn't help myself. I love him, Blaze!"
He looked me in the eye, his eyes pained. "Do you not remember what happened to you last time?"
I blinked. I did remember, clear as glass.
Four years ago...
He gave me a gentle kiss.
"I promise I'll come back for you, Livia." He grinned, fixing that funny white hat on top of his head.
I was worried. He was becoming a pirate. Which meant he was going away for a long time.
Which meant that he wouldn't be coming back forever.
"Wait." I tugged on his yellow and black hoodie.
He turned around and gave me a smile. He still managed to look tired, even though I knew he had overslept this morning.
"Livi," He said. "I know you're worried, but, I promised."
He rolled up his black sleeves with tattooed hands to reveal the small, heart tattoo on his biceps that had my initials in it. C. L. "I won't ever forget you."
I buried my face in his chest. He stroked my hair and sighed, his breath ruffling my hair. I let go of him and wiped my eyes.
"I won't either." I lift up my shirt to reveal his initials engraved in ink on my right hip.
He smiled. "Everything'll be alright."
"Senchou! We have to go soon!"
"Alright!" He waved his first mate down.
He leaned down and kissed me for the millionth time and swung his sword up onto his shoulder. I stood there, watching, as his ship sailed off, his whole crew waving at me and they sailed away.
I sighed and looked down at my tattoo and stroked the initials.
T. L.
Present Day...
"I do remember, Blaze." I whispered.
Sanji-kun still stood against the wall, afraid to move. I heard Blaze sigh.
"Livia, I understand," He started. "I understand how you feel, how could I say I couldn't?" He glanced lovingly at Robin. "But I just don't want you to get hurt again."
This is where Sanji-kun moved. He dashed off from the wall and grabbed Blaze's shoulders. Blaze looked surprised.
"I promise I will not hurt Livia!" He shouted. "I-I I love her with everything I've got..." Sanji quieted down.
"I'll love her with even more than what I've got, if just being me doesn't pass your test."
Sanji stared steadily at Blaze.
"Sanji-kun..." I whispered.
Blaze swallowed, and then sighed, a smile creeping onto his face. He clapped Sanji's shoulder.
"Then I'm entrusting her to you, ok?" He said. "You better keep your promise, Curly."
"Blaze!" I exclaimed.
I pushed past Sanji and wrapped my arms tightly around Blaze. "Thank you! Thank you so much!"
Blaze pushed me back towards Sanji. "Don't mention it."
Sanji sighed with relief. "Thank you, Blaze."
He waved it off and grabbed a few pieces of toast and poured coffee into two cups.
"Robin and I'll leave you two be," He said, stepping out the doorway, carrying his food. "Crusoe, get your own food."
"WHAT?!" Crusoe yelled.
Blaze POV
I was laying on my bed, taking my afternoon nap when Robin walked in. I was asleep when she first came in, but woke up when she started stroking my hair. I blinked sleepily awake.
"Hey." I smiled.
"Hello." She replied.
"What can I help you with?" I asked, sitting up and yawning.
She shrugged. "The archeologist side of me is just itching to ask you about your history."
I chuckled. "Should've known. Well, what do you wanna know about?"
She tapped her chin, thoughtfully. "Everything."
"Everything?" My brow shot up. "It's gonna take a while..."
Robin snuggled up next to me. "I don't care."
"Well...alright."
Fifteen Years Ago...
A seven year old Cobalt Blaze leaned sadly out of the Yagara. He was wearing a black tuxedo and his mother was wearing a black strap dress, with her vice admiral's jacket folded up on her lap. Her normally clear green eyes were foggy and clouded with grief. She held a bouncing blue haired four year old in her arms, his hyper activeness clashing with the mood. Blaze turned to his little sister, a five year old Livia, whose eyes were red. He fixed the ribbons in her pigtails, which were crooked and sighed.
The Yagara mournfully whinnied, signaling that they had reached their destination. Blaze's mother tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder and climbed out of the boat. Blaze followed her, holding tightly onto Livia's hand.
"Emily." An older woman wrapped an arm around his mother's shoulders and led her to the burial sight.
Blaze stared at his father's casket. On it, were flowers and his picture. Blaze stepped forward and gazed at the picture.
It was a grinning man who looked like he was in his early thirties, but looked so boyish in the picture, that he looked ten years younger. He had wild, shoulder length red hair and brown eyes. His skin was tan, and there were dimples in his cheeks. Along the golden frame were the words 'Cobalt Mason'.
Blaze's mother bent down next to him and ran her fingers over the picture of his father, tears running down her face. Blaze intertwined his other hand into his mothers as the casket was lowered into the ground.
His baby brother Crusoe, started to bawl, wailing for his dead father. Blaze scrunched his eyebrows together, vowing not to cry.
It must've been a while that they'd stood there, because once Blaze realized it, all the people paying their respects were gone. A lone man wearing a speedo and a black open shirt came up behind the family and placed his hand on Blaze's mother's shoulder. The beautiful blonde beauty lifted her tear stained face and looked up.
"Flam." She whispered, handed Crusoe to Blaze, stood up and hugged the unknown man with the blue ducktail.
"It's alright Emily." He said. "Mason died for a good cause."
Emily sobbed in Flam's arms. "He was just trying to fighting against something wrong. And why does he have to die?"
"It's just like Tom-san." Flam replied.
"I know Iceberg wants me to call you by Franky now, right?" Emily looked up.
Flam nodded. "Yup. Franky, the superrr hero of the backstreets."
Emily laughed. "You were always so-"
Her sentence was cut off by the sound of a gunshot. Blaze whipped his head towards the sound of it. He squinted and saw the outline of a top hat in the distance. He tried to see farther, but at that moment, his mother gasped.
"Oi, Emily!" Flam, or Franky, exclaimed.
The bullet had ricochet off Franky, making a metallic sound, but had hit Blaze's mother. She staggered and fell to her knees, grasping Franky's arms.
"Mom?" Blaze asked, panicking. "Mom?!"
His mother had slipped to the ground, making a blood stain on Franky's chest. She was gasping for air on the ground, her chest going up and down at a fast rate.
"Mom! Why did Dad have to die and now you?" Blaze cried, falling to his mother's side.
Emily stroked the side of Blaze's face. "You look so much like your father...Blazey...Don't let anyone, or anything tell you no."
She choked, and spit out blood. Franky had wrapped Livia and Crusoe in his arms, protecting them from further gunshots.
"Franky," She groaned. "Take the kids and leave."
Another gunshot clipped Franky in the shoulder, barely missing Livia.
"Hurry!" She used the last of her strength to push Blaze towards Franky. "Go!"
Franky scooped up a fighting, screaming Blaze and hurried off.
"Mom!" Blaze screamed. "MOM!"
Eleven Years From The Murders of Cobalt Mason and Cobalt Emily...
Nineteen year old Blaze expertly shaved a few bits of wood from a part of the half made ship. He wiped the sweat off his brow and looked up.
"O, Paulie-san!" He waved.
"Haha, hows my favorite shipwright?" Paulie grinned.
"I'm great." Blaze smiled wide.
"Thats looking nice." He nodded to the part of the ship Blaze had been working on.
"Thanks. I just have to get this part cut. Then I'm done."
"Why hello there, Paulie-san." A smooth feminine voice said.
Blaze and Paulie turned. Livia was holding a bucket of tools and bringing it over to her station. Paulie turned bright red.
"Oi! You shameless harlot!" He yelled.
"Me?" The newly turned seventeen year old asked innocently.
"Yes you! What the hell're you wearing?!"
"Clothes." Livia replied simply and walked away.
The other shipwrights laughed at Livia's smart remark as Paulie fumed. They always loved Livia and Paulie's arguments, which Livia always won. Blaze narrowed his eyes. Just two days before, a perverse group of pirates with their captain's name being Finn McCoy had dropped in and had sexually harassed Livia. They had made her snap and she killed all of them. All done with one hand grasping her shorter blade. Blaze noticed out of the corner of his eye, the new shipwrights, Rob Lucci and Kaku staring at her closely as well. He was a bit suspicious of both of them. He shrugged it off and went inside of the bathroom to clean his hands. Lucci followed him. Blaze casually washed his hands, pretending not to notice Lucci and walked out. Just as he was halfway through the doorway, Lucci grabbed Blaze and hit the back of his neck. Blaze crumpled, unconscious, to the floor.
A Year Later...
Sallya was gone. Blaze just stared at the wall of his cell. She was tied to a post and shot at point blank. No way she could've survived. Unless it was all an illusion and there was no way that could've been an illusion.
Livia's screams rang around the cell walls again. Blaze heard a whimper and turned. Crusoe was cradling his head in his hands and rocking back and forth.
"Crusoe." Blaze's ragged whisper cut through the air.
Crusoe looked up with a tear stained face.
"It'll be ok."
Crusoe curled back into his ball. Blaze leaned back and rested his battered head against the back wall, closing his eyes when Livia screamed again.
"Hey, Tiger Boy," The cell keeper said, clicking open his cell.
Blaze didn't mind the jailer. He was nice enough, would give them extra food when he could, and looked pained when Livia screamed.
"You've got a visitor."
A tall, broad chested man walked in, wearing a full, dark pink suit and tie with a Vice-Admiral's jacket. He had eyes the same shade as Livia's but colder and jet black hair that was buzzed at the sides. A cigar was smoking in his mouth.
"Duplex Rafael." Blaze growled.
"That's Vice-Admiral Duplex to you, boy." Duplex laughed, taking a seat directly across from Blaze.
"You see, there's something I need to talk to you about, and I need you to be calm when I tell you this." He turned to the jailer. "Knock that child out."
The jailer hesitated and then reached through Crusoe's bars and knocked him out the least painful way possible; touching his pressure point.
"Now," Duplex turned back to me, putting his hands on his knees. "Let's talk a little, shall we? About dearest little Livia."
Present Day...
"And what did Duplex say?" Robin asked.
I didn't answer her.
"Blaze?" Robin prompted.
I swallowed. "Can I trust you not to tell Crusoe and especially Livia?"
She nodded slowly. "Yes."
"Alright." I took a deep breath. "There's a reason why Livia has brown hair and blue eyes. There's a reason why she looks so different than Crusoe and I."
Robin looked confused. I turned and looked at her. "Livia is only related to us by half of her blood."
Robin's eyes widened.
"Vice-Admiral Duplex Rafael is her real father."