Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece
Well I'm back to writing OC One Piece adventures. This time the pirate crew mostly came from the help of Hades001 but of course most of it was written by me...with some changes also provided by Hades001. Anyways, hope you like this long first chapter and thank you for your support on my previous Monster Pirate fanfictions even if your just a newcomer to this never-ending fanfiction idea.
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In a dimly lit room beneath one of the many Marine Bases that littered the islands in the Grandline, a Marine Captain filled with greed and want, stood in an beautifully decorated room fit for a king, staring with sick glee as a Pacifista, a mere prototype distributed amongst the higher ranked Marine Officers, fired continuous small golden lasers into the chest of a boy covered head to toe in grime and dirt; punctured wounds littering his arms, legs and chest.
The boy had a mop of auburn hair with bangs that hung down to his shut titian eyes. His arms were naturally muscular yet his stomach was sunken with ribs that stuck out from his chest and because his captors didn't want to see his groin every time they descended into the darkness, they had deigned to give him a pair of loose-fitting white and blue shorts.
The boy let out a shuddered breath as the gargantuan robot who had been responsible for all his suffering backed away with large footsteps. The Marine Captain let out a manic laugh and slowly receded back to the stairs leaving the boy alone to suffer in the pain of his wounds. He should have died a long time ago, even he knew that, but for some reason he still breathed. He still lived.
"Shion." The boy silently whispered through shuddered breaths. "Howl…Lina."
Once again, a memory of a declaration fluttered into his head; a memory that he felt happened ages ago. Once again, he remembered his purpose. His reason for existing. Once again, his body filled with determination burning with intensity. Once again, his body was filled with hope.
He would live.
He would escape this place and one day…
Erik D. Lysander would become the 'World's Strongest'.
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Four paintings hung from each door inside the spacious room as Lapis, Cadmium Yellow, Brazilwood and Cochineal, three low ranked Marines lacking the insignia of the Navy on their white caps were drilling into the severed dorsal fin of a whale-shark fishman and emptying the substance that oozed out into a large, blue bowl.
"This stuff is so disgusting." One of the three Marine's said in a retching way while the bowl was filling up.
"It's the only vaccine our commander will take; let's just take it to him and carry on with our duties-decorator and doctor."
The third member was the chef, but they were known throughout the base only as the Triplet's. Their main job-eight hours of the day-was to do all the chores the Marine's with higher ranks didn't want to do.
They walked down a long very wide corridor with four pillars in a square formation sticking out. They reached a large grown door with no knob but a striped pattern of gold metal lines and brown wood. Soon, the door was open as a bright white light shimmered through the door before a shadowy silhouette blocked out the light. From the silhouette stood a seven foot tall, big burly arms, olive skin, charcoal mustached man wearing a uniform with the sleeves pulled off. His name was Dambo and he was one of four elite watchdogs of their commanding officer.
"Your duty here?" He asked in a perturbing voice.
The three Marine's gulped together. All their hard work and the four Watchdog's always expected the same thing: admit their hear to give their commanding officer his medicine and walk up to him to see him gorge it down, gurgle the ooze, and then yell at them to leave.
All four Watchdog's were positioned like the pillars. There was the obtrusive Dambo, the brains Katia, the stealthy Syne, and the apex predator Hulius.
Katia was 6'2" and slender with a vest both black and purple in color, stiletto blue shoes, a pin on her right boob that looked like a shooting star, and slicked back pink hair much like the hair Hina has.
Syne was blond, also long hair but more like spider tentacles for locks handing down, had green sweater underneath his white vest with a turtleneck, a pin on his right breast that looked like the moon, and cowboy boots.
Hulius had a coiffed hairstyle and afternoon shadow from the bottom of his nose to his chin. His eyes were orange with yellow irises like every layer of his eyes was a multitude of colors. His uniform was blue on the left side but white on the other. And on his right breast was a pin of the sun.
"There you are!" Syne shouted to the Triplet's. "Stop standing there-"
"Keep your mouths close or at least speak when their agape!" Katia shouted.
"And give our commanding officer his medicine, please." Hulius said, a little more docile with his demands than the others.
The Triplet's skin(s) were all glistening from perspiration, three pups against three vicious wolves. The decorator took that first trembling step trying not to be as strideful as the other Marine's were. He stood before their commanding officer, an anorexic old man with a bold forehead but white tufts of hair circled around him, liver spots, a beard with a golden belt strapped around it, a white gi, and whitish blue eyes like speckles from a shimmering lake under a full moon. His response to the delivery was twitching a little but not even having the strength to look up.
He wasn't as feeble when the decorator poured the ooze down his throat. He now sat upright, his mouth a giant gulch for an unknown substance, and gurgling sounds escaped his trachea despite drowning in the stuff. When he was finished, he frowned at the decorator.
"All three of you return to cleaning duties. Before you even lie down I want the halls clean, the kitchen cleaned, the bathroom cleaned...this puddle of my medicine clean and then I want dinner, a new painting, and an update on that bloody pirate and whether or not he should be culled!"
The decorator nodded his head slowly and for a ridiculously long time while slowly reeling his feet back to get away from his vehement commanding officer. As he joined the other two of the also underappreciated workers, they reeled back until they exited the door with their backs first. It was unrewarding and uncomfortable working for that abhorred commanding officer, but he was still better than the now traitorous Morgan.
The wizen commanding officer paced the room with his hands interlaced behind his back, pondering what he knew while trying to think of what he could find out.
"How many more fins do we have left?" He asked Syne.
"Three, sir." He replied.
"Only three? Hasn't Nezumi reported any new sightings of fishmen?"
"Last we heard he was too busy calling in a wanted poster for some new pirate captain named Monkey D. Luffy." Katia answered.
"Monkey...Monkey...where have I heard that name...eh, it doesn't matter. Give me the reports on your prisoner on the pronto!"
Dambo flitted out of the room to the documents left on the officers desk. He returned with over a dozen pieces of paper each with over eight thousand words detailing the behavior, strengths, and weaknesses of the pirate in their brig.
"Why do you need to know so much about him?" Dambo asked. "Why don't we just send him to Impel Down?"
"Because Magellan is hardly around to observe his prisoners, ergo it would be more prudent for him to know his psyche. If this pirate is worth as much as he makes himself out to be then hunting for more fishmen's dorsal fins will be a breeze."
He nearly dripped a little spittle thinking about how intoxicating the taste of it was-his drool the same color as the ooze.
Hulius was the only member with his lips tighter than a nun's legs. There was a good reason for that, something was scuttling around on the outside of the window frame and he wanted them to come in...find some action in this tedious position.
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The Triplet's were all tired, taking minutes at a time to find a chair and just slouch in it or lean so far back their hair rubbed against the cement bricks. They cleaned kitchen; over two dozen large tables to crawl under just to pick up trash and dust. They cleaned the toilets...all twenty-one of them even though the likelihood of them all being used was asinine. And finally they cleaned completely black rooms with desks since reading Marine parchments at their ranks was an act that would deem them to be traitors.
"I don't know what I hate worse..." the decorator member complained, "the fact that he makes us do difficult work after cleaning until our spines turn into noodles or that the amount of time we do the jobs we're good at has been reduced to an hour each other."
"Yeah," the chef complained. "If I had the choice of being in that sweltering hot baker for twelve hours a day my whole life and working in this island far away from anyone except you assholes...I'd still pick here, but I need better ingredients than what they make me work with-and I need something with cream!"
The doctor member tried to think of some way to defend their position in this Marine base; he knew he should be happy that no one here was getting sick or injured except the one prisoner they had below. By the time he would tell them this place saved them from the litigations that happened back on land, they already walked away.
"Well...better go see how our prisoner is doing."
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The Pacifista didn't understand...it was all a mystery how the shackled meat-sack managed to keep smiling at him. This peeved the robot; it's CPU telling it to fire again. Opening it's mouth again, it fired three sharp lasers at the boy. Suddenly, the boy moved his head and shoulders with great speed, the lasers missing his body.
"Well done for me-"
The lasers fired ricocheted off the wall and purchased into the back of the boy with flitting cockiness.
The doctor pulled up a chair to sit down and observe the prisoner while the simmering build up to escape this prison was palpable on his face.
"Do you have anyone else working with you in your culpritating?" He asked.
"My name is Eric D. Lysander. I will become the strongest!"
He completely ignored that and went to his next question.
"Do you feel things such as remorse, empathy, or even worriment of what your actions will do to other people?"
"My name is Eric D. Lysander and I will become the strongest!"
The Marine pushed a button on a small rectangular device in his pocket. The Pacifista's mouth opened as a surge of yellow light was charging and it's mouthpiece positioned to Eric's head.
"Last question and if you can't answer this...you are nothing but a worthless trinket to us. Who raised you? Parents? Guardians? Foster home? Even maybe your grandfather...anyone raised you? Your bleeding internally and I'm a doctor, just tell me and I may be able to help you."
Eric took a deep breath, the kind that people take for granted when their chests aren't lacerated or full of internal holes inside. He let out a hefty roar.
"MY NAME IS ERIC D. LYSANDER...I'll BECOME STRONG AND THEN I'LL BE THE STRONGEST!"
The doctor shook his head. The laser was about to be fired from the Pacifista's mouth, but all he could think of was something unrelated.
'This boy's head is like a rock.'
With that a fast, lethal beam fired in a straight line towards his head. Eric's face showed a man looking down, out of breath, defeated, but a flitting smile showing his clenched white teeth took the doctor by surprise...and then something long and made of iron pivot in the direction of the laser beam, reflecting the very light into the right eye of the Pacifista.
"What the hell?!" The doctor shouted, getting off his seat.
Whoever wielded that weapon-a katana of some kind-just defeated a Pacifista by reflecting its laser burning a hole through it's CPU. It tumbled down and started shutting down. As for the doctor, he was about to turn tail and run looking for someone with more primacy, but from the ceiling something skinny with a tail landed on his shoulders before coiling its tail around his mouth.
The doctor tried screaming for someone to come in and help him with these invaders, but his voice was muffled by something long and constricting. Before he completely passed out of asphyxiation, he heard a very sooth voice like the coo of a racoon.
"Sleep tight...your doctor needs you to just lie down."
He was laid down gently while another figure destroyed the shackles restraining Eric. As Eric massaged his wrists to make sure they were okay, he looked up to see what two out of his three nakama rescued him: Yukine and Elsha.
Yukine was a short youthful fourteen year old with messy goldish hair and reddish orange eyes. He wore a sky blue hoodie with baggy black pants and a blue snow hat.
Elsha is a slim young woman of below average height. She has long, white hair which curls slightly at the ends, with two bangs framing her face and reaching down to her chest; her hairstyle's most distinctive trait is a short, upward ponytail obtained by gathering and tying the hair covering her forehead. She has large blue eyes and a curvy, voluptuous body, with large breasts. She is described to be a beauty; playful yet dangerous.
"Hi guys." Eric said nonchalantly. He attempted to squat down to build some momentum, but he collapsed from his ligaments not getting proper circulation in over one hundred hours. "So...Cain here?"
"He's sneaking into their kitchen to steal us some supplies." Yukine grumbled, his eyes still bloodshot. "It took us two days to find this place and an extra four days just to find the best way to break in. Say AAH."
Eric unhesitantly opened his mouth. A small ball was flung through the air into Eric's mouth. Next thing he knew Yukine was using four fingers to hold Eric by the cheekbones and started examining him closely, the red veins in his eyes looked like a worm squirming in the ground.
By the time he was finished with this uncomfortable examination Elsha had already run back up the stairs followed by running back down.
"Is he going to be okay?" She asked.
Yukine looked at her with a scrunched up mouth, black rings under his eyes, and a stare someone who lost everything would have. "He's lost a lot of blood, probably has some internal bleeding, and ergo has no chance of winning any fight if we encounter someone...but other than that he's fine."
Eric had to use all his stalwart strength just to move to the stairs, it hurt like a blunt object to the knees raising his foot over the unconscious Marine but he had some help from Yukine for that. Eventually, he and she helped him mosey up the stairs.
"If I've told you guys once I'll tell you again, vacations are terrible." He joked through the pain near his heart.
"I know." Yukine said. "At least you get to leave your island and go to places...I had to be a member of you fools just to do that."
Before Elsha could warn Yukine he was being rude, they reached the top...met with something patter above before a loud crackling noise followed that small pitter.
All these sounds had Yukine stand in silence trying to piece together what they were, and then he heard a loud blurring sounds and voice echoed through the room.
"WARNING! INTRUDERS IN MARINE FORT! ALL MARINES RUN TO KITCHEN! INTRUDERS! INTRUDERS!"
"That idiot!" Yukine yelled.
"We have to help him." Elsha added.
But the crewmate they were both thinking of miraculously ran down the halls before them. He had a backpack so big it could fit a cow inside, and from how many lumps were on the inside chances were there was a cow in there. Cain is a tall, slim and muscular man with red eyes and spiky green-colored hair with the bangs brushed to the right and held by a dark-blue headband. He wears an unknown type of attire and a dark-blue cloak that partially covers most of his entire body, giving him the physical appearance of a ninja.
"What are you three doing standing around there?! We only have three minutes before the toughest Marine's in here are on our tail!" Cain yelled, Yukine so irked it didn't matter what he said...until he answered his question.
"What the hell did you do?"
"I, eh, took some kitchen spices, meats, and vegetables from the kitchen...while they had a chef still inside. He pressed a button on a Den Den Mushi...I got the hell out of there with what I could carry...the rest you can pretty much reminisce."
Yukine trembled in suppressed anger he almost exploded with, but he clenched his fingers on his arm to calm down.
"It hardly matters, we were on our way out anyways. Since Elsha helped me carry Eric up the stairs...I'll need you to-"
Yukine stopped short when he noticed Eric wasn't standing with them anymore. Elsha and Cain sensed his trepidation and immediately scanned the hall for Eric, and in just four seconds they saw him...limping down the hall in the opposite direction of the exit.
"No...NO!" Yukine yelled. He dashed right in front of Eric and tried pushing him back. "What the hell do you think your doing?!"
"Finding the leader of this base, kick his ass, win or lose learn a lesson about becoming strong...the ushe."
"Didn't you hear what I said before? You're in no condition to be fighting anyone. So head back before we are all-"
Suddenly, something big plowed through the walls creating a cloud of plaster and dust. To Yukine's perturbation there was a man emerging through the wall. He looked like a silhouette behind a curtain from all the dust at first but soon was revealed to be a seven feet tall mustache man with burly arms and an oozing with confidence white smile.
"Screwed."
"Well, well, what do we have here?" He asked with glee. "Four kiddies wandering through our halls unsupervised. And what do I do to kids who are unsupervised?" He raised his burly hands, his shoulders strewling through the walls leaving their print, soon he raised it so high it was hidden behind that moustache face of his. "I REMOVE THEM!"
He slammed his fists down simultaneously like a bomb dropped in the halls. Elsha, Eric and Cain watched in horror as smoke appeared and they believed every bone in their friends body was obliterated by his sheer force. Slowly the smoke started to clear, every second it did the puzzled face on the mighty man's face grew, until all they saw where Yukine was standing was a big crater in the ground.
"Right behind you, dickhead!"
The mighty man turned around and saw the body that once was small and puny was now at his level, his feet standing on something intangible like a dust cloud. Then, a red tawny tail with a black head at the tip sprouted out.
"Saru-Saru no Mi Model: Undulating Headbutt!"
Yukine bounced off the walls like a rubber ball, his tail wriggling to coil around something so it could squeeze it to death. Before his nose struck with the strength of a pike, he did a cartwheel off a cloud only he had the training to see. At the last second before impact, the massive man swung his back hand right where Yukine's cheek would have been if he continued with his strike, smashed through the wall with his force.
'I can't afford to be careless with this guy.' Yukine thought, perspiration glistening from his cheeks that were red hot. 'All it takes for him to beat me is hitting me once.'
Yukine landed on all fours while squatting on the ground. The muscular man raised his foot high in the air.
"Bug Removing Stomp!"
Yukine jumped off the ground using his four limbs and one appendage he hopped back right before another strewl was made in the floor.
'If I can't get him in his stomach...maybe I can get him in a part where he's vulnerable...got it!'
Yukine still on all fours dashed right for the brutes' legs.
Yukine felt the adrenaline, the rush to hunt, and with it he leaped off the ground to maul at his target...he found out how debacle his plan was. The large man shot his foot up just as fast as he could swing his backhand. Yukine urgently did a backflip, followed by a hop midair, ending with his tail curling up to shield him from the blow that nearly went through his front to his back, literally.
He crashed through a wall and not an already crushed wall like the one the big brute entered from. He was sprawled on one hand with his legs half bent, barfing a sputter of blood. He willed himself to get up. What he got up to wasn't the man he wanted to fight. This man-no, this writhe-was a slimmer man wearing a sleeveless, fur stained shirt with a leg of a freshly cooked animal limb clutched in his hand he was chewing on. The man crunched the meat while Yukine trembled in quivering fear.
"I'm sorry..." He mouthed after chewing a mouthful of meat. "Was this thing your friend?"
Yukine shook his head, his tail wrapping around a weapon in a weapon rack, and soon he recovered his senses; he was actually seeing the big brute again.
"You should be thanking me. If it wasn't for me your friend would be flayed over tortured. His skin certainly smells like it though." Dambo mocked Yukine.
Yukine closed his eyes, planned his attack, and let the brute named Dambo's monologue reach it's pinnacle of opera before he striked.
You very spry, very jumpy. I just have one thing to say-" the brute told Yukine. "-did you really thing your scrawny body could graze me? I crush bulls with one hand behind my back, I've taken down sea creatures in Calm Belt, and all I see with you is a useless tail and angry eyes. Nothing special."
"You sure like to boast about yourself." Yukine told him. "You act like your body is as strong as a cheese grater for wild animals, but I figured out where your sensitive...just like us."
Yukine tossed a katana in a wooden scabbard over his shoulder, unsheathed it, and then howled like an angry monkey before charging at Dambo where he cleaved his katana at his neck. Dambo raised his hand and easily shattered the blade on contact.
"Nice try, runt. Now I squash-"
The cocky face on Dambo was replaced with a face of utter revulsion. While he was so distracted with the blade he didn't notice the scabbard with it's small hole squeezing into his little head.
Now Dambo wasn't smiling with that furrowing mustache anymore. He crotched down, mouth agape, eyes oscillating in anguish, while Yukine went from pondering to effervescent with a splinter of a blade still protruding from the hilt of his katana.
"And they say it isn't the microscopic things that are the most deadly." Yukine joked. He walked behind the big brute, examining his blade in his hand like it was a doll, and then he shoved it right into Dambo's rear.
He stridently walked away while Elsha covered her eyes and Cain and Eric looked effervescently proud of him.
"I'll never forget how awesome you were!" Cain exclaimed.
"That's what makes you our best doctor!" Eric exclaimed.
"Even girls wouldn't do something so cruel to a creep like him." Elsha said as only a brief moment of raising her face out of her hand made her want to cover her eyes again.
But while she wasn't looking at Dambo, she could hear a gentle trilling sound-the same sound an engine of a motorboat would make. Only difference between this trilling and the boat trilling...it was followed by loud scraping noises on the floor.