The Ultimate Big Brother
Prologue: Where am I?
A/N: Hey guys, Goku D. Uzumaki here with a brand new One Piece/Danganronpa crossover! Like the good The Dark Hood said, "I find the lack of Danganronpa crossovers to be…disturbing. So, I decided to brainstorm an idea: What if the greatest One Piece antagonist EVER, with King of Lightning once said, Charlotte 'Charles Barkley' Katakuri is in the world of Danganronpa and helps the classes of 77, 78, and 79 and helps the cast overcome their own differences and they can help Katakuri? This is post Katakuri, after his fierce battle against Luffy. He will be covering his mouth the same reason he did back in the One Piece world. He will reveal his face and intentions around some students he and they trust and grow a relationship. PLEASE REVIEW THIS STORY! THIS IS MY VERY FIRST UNFAMILIAR CROSSOVER, NO FLAMES PLEASE.
P.S. Also, I need people to tell me yes or no, will Katakuri retain his Devil Fruit abilities. He will retain his Observation Haki for funny moments and serious moments. I can't wait to type this bad boy. I know I will make mistakes down the line but hopefully you guys and gals can help me proofread and I also need some beta readers and editors for my story.
But enough of me rambling on…LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!
Prologue: Where am I?
7:33 a.m. Day One
First Floor
Hallway
The person laying down in the deserted hallway opened his eyes. He blinked his eyes a few times to get a bearing to his new surroundings. His eyes widen when he realized something is wrong: where is he?
The person sits up from his laid position and notice something falling from his face. He looked down at the object and picked it up. He looked at the object in question and with a little thinking, his eyes widen in realization. The object was a black fedora hat, still in pristine condition. He ponders a bit of who was the owner of this hat. His cloudy memory conjures up a young man with the fedora hat on top of a straw hat, but he couldn't remember anything else. All attempts of remembering what happened has the same result: nothing. He looks at his body and notices something off: his wounds are gone.
He looked at his arms, legs, and at his left side where he can feel that his left side is where his pain was the most staggering. Then, something hit him! He remembered briefly he and the young man were having a bloody battle in a world filled with mirrors. He couldn't remember anything else besides that. All he knows is that they were in a duel, a fierce battle. He closes his eyes tight and tries to remember the bloody duel between him and a young man and starts to remembers it clearly.
Elsewhere
The world inside is full of mirrors of various sizes and shapes. The entire world is warped in some kind of surreal state, in fact, the world does look like it's surreal. With twisted stairways, massive and hourglass shaped columns, purple checkered patterns, this massive world is the definition of confusion and surreal. It is strangely beautiful when the mirrors sparkle and twinkle in the world...well, former will be the appropriate word, since the entire mirror world is now a war zone. The world is decorated with battle scars, cracks, crevices, holes, crumbled columns, broken mirrors. If one can take a look at the battle scarred world, one can assume a war between two armies or more broke the world. That person will be mistaken because this world isn't destroyed by two armies, no. This world is torn apart between...two men.
One of the fighters is a young man appearing to be very young, almost to his 20's. This man has natural skin, black eyes, and black spiky hair. He wears a ripped up and torn black dress shirt with red shorts with sandals. Around his neck is a straw hat with a black fedora on top. His face and body is marred with bruises, cuts, blood, and scars. The most intricate scars are these two: an 'X' shaped scar on his chest, with a slightly lighter skin color from his skin and one fresh one from a very fatal impalement wound on the left side of his stomach. Globs of blood dripped from the wound onto the battle-torn ground. Along with his wounds are a swollen left eye, cut lip, bloody and broken nose, bloodied knuckles, purple bruises, and cuts on his body; yet still, his black eyes burned with determination, willpower, and intensity as he puts up a boxing stance against his opponent facing him.
Like the young man, the giant is out of breath. His face is bleeding, carries some battle wounds and just like the young man, he has the same impale wound on his left stomach. Yet, neither of them care of their wounds bleeding out in giant drops and globs. This fueled their desire to best each other in mortal combat, to prove to each other which one will leave the world standing. Katakuri smirks at the young man wheezing while putting up a boxing stance with an aura around his fists.
"I got to say *wheeze* you are truly a man. Never in my life I have been this wounded against a single opponent in combat. I've been in battle twice as long than you and felt bored whenever I fight my enemies. I'll be honest, I was the same way when we first fought. Nothing more than a stepping stone in my way, yet your will and strive intrigues me more and more. And when my...bratty sister and her cronies interfered, I have to do it, it wouldn't be fair. With them out of the way, I can fight you as freely as I want with all my might. You are truly worthy in my eyes. I don't see you as an eyesore...I can see you at my level."
The blacked hair man huffs and puffs loudly to regain his breath and spoke. "Even though this is a pirate fight, even though there's no such thing as fair play, even though that was unnecessary...I still thank you for that. You are definitely my strongest foe, in my short time of pirating, after facing many enemies, you are by far the strongest in the New World so far since that pigeon guy back from Enies Lobby." The man straightens his posture. "So, thank you Katakuri, for giving me the honor to fight you at your fullest. But even still...I'm still going to win!" The giant named Katakuri smirks at the proclamation.
"Well then...only one way to find out," Katakuri replied. They charged at each other and exchange powerful and quick blow after blow after blow. The world shook as the two kings collide each other's fists against their face, stomach, cheek, head, temple. Each time they clash, their willpower to defeat each other increased, the intensity of the battle intensifies, and the world cracks more from the power of these two mighty pirates.
The man rapidly punched Katakuri in the face with his body steaming with a reddish tint on his skin color. Katakuri reeled back from the hit and in response, turned his right arm into a block of some sort and slammed the block-like fist into the small man's body, causing the man to cough up spit and blood, sending him flying through columns of the world. But it doesn't stop there; as the man continues to fly back, Katakuri ran towards him in ginormous strides thanks to his height. The man finally snapped out of the stunning blow and skidded back and sees the giant racing towards him. The man stretches his arm at great lengths to try to hit Katakuri but the giant sees that and dodges it. Using the tiny time from the attack, Katakuri stomped on the man's face with his boot and punted him across the ground like a kickball.
Another column exploded in shards and debris from the impact of the man's body from the kick. Katakuri stands still and pants heavily from the bruises and the tension of the battle. Never in his life he had to fight against a pirate twenty-nine years younger than him and a rookie, of all things, cause him to fight with his all. For the first time, Katakuri is having fun against the pirate, seeing him as a respectable warrior, not a pest.
The man appears to be unconscious from the blow, some of his teeth are missing and chipped, eyes rolled in the back of his head. He looked to be motionless from the kick his opponent gave it to him. Ever since another fearsome fight against the pigeon guy in Enies Lobby, been in so much mind-numbing pain from his enemies. The world stopped for a moment and stayed still as the two warriors paused their battle as Katakuri looked down at the man. Normally any other pirate or enemy will mock or scorn their fallen enemies, taunt and tease them and threatening harm to his fellow crew, but not Katakuri. Instead of taunting, Katakuri's face scowled. No, this can't be it! We just getting started! I'm finally showing my full power and you just wanna lie there?! Taking a deep breath, Katakuri opened his razor teeth filled mouth and shouted at the fallen man.
"STRRRRAAAAAWWWWWW HHHHAAAAAAAAAATTTTTT! YOU CAN'T JUST LIE THERE AND WE'RE JUST GETTING STARTED! YOU TOOK SEVERAL OF MY ATTACKS AND CONTINUE TO STAND UP. I INFLICTED YOU A MORTAL STAB WOUND AND YOU STILL GOT UP! ONE KICK AND YOU JUST WANNA LIE THERE AND BREATHE LIKE A DYING, STUCK-UP PIG?! GET THE HELL UP! YOU'RE NOT FINISHED!" The giant roared to the man, hoping that will make the man rise and continue to fight. Deep down, he realized why he wanted him to get up now.
Beforehand, he was mocking the young pirate of their gaps of rank, a rookie and a first commander of an Emperor's pirate crew. Blow after blow, the young pirate continued to fight and managed to land a few good blows on him. In the second round, it was a complete curb stomp. He ran circles around the pirate who was frustrated of his attacks being read like a book. Even though he received a lot of heavy hits, the pirate continued to stand and started to get the hang of Katakuri's advanced precognition. That is...his little sister and her cronies who idolized him as the 'perfect being' instead of a brother. She used a blow-dart in a cowardly way to help her brother, tranquilizing the young pirate. Katakuri was ready to impale the man with his trident and expected the pirate to dodge but never saw the dart until...he impaled the young pirate on his left side.
The blow devastated the stomach's left side, sending the young pirate in an entire world of pain he'd never felt before in his life. Katakuri was shocked when the trident took a chunk of flesh from the screaming pirate who was trying to keep his side from spilling his guts out. He was furious at the pirate who failed to dodge and was scolding him attack by attack of flying punches at the downed pirate. After the storm of punches, the pirate STILL got up, yet sluggishly. Katakuri stops and questions on how did the pirate failed to dodge the attack and was suspicious of how did he became sluggish in like a drugged state. Their fight is strictly one-on-one, no interference whatsoever. That question was answered by mocked laughter and taunting words. He turned and looked at his little sister and her gang of how the pirate is stumbling like a newborn fawn. What truly infuriates him more is how his sister think she's helping her big brother and how she will be praised by her idol.
Katakuri walked towards the group, who saw the giant noticing them. The little sister flies to him with her arms raised, hoping she will be smothered in praises and love from her idol. "I did it, big brother! That little monkey won't give you any trouble! Give your heroic baby sister a hug, onii-chan!" she cheered happily with a blush on her face. Sadly, she is mistaken.
Katakuri stopped and stood a few feet from the flying, infatuated sister and hold his trident. He glared lividly at the group who still continues to taunt the fallen pirate. "You bastards...wanna see something funny?" he asked ominously. In just a second, the gigantic man did something that shocked everyone, his sister, including the young pirate who woke up from the attack: Katakuri impaled himself with his trident in the same area the young pirate has. Blood splattered on the girl's frozen face as she saw her big brother; an idol, an icon, something she adored, admired, and wished to be loved by and finally acknowledged...stabbed himself, with his blood on her face. The group cried out at their lord's self-inflicted attack and asked is he crazy.
Katakuri coughed up blood through his scarf from the attack but still remained standing and tossed the bloodied trident aside and glared daggers at the cowardly sister. He breathed heavily as he saw her floating there with shock and horror on her face of what she just witnessed.
"Don't you dare..." Katakuri began, raising his hand and grabbed his scarf. In a swift motion, he removed the scarf and stomped a huge stride at the girl's face, towering over her with blistering fury and rage at her instead of the love and adoration she wanted.
"GIVE YOUR CHEAP, UNWANTED, AND COWARDLY HELP IN A DUEL BETWEEN MEN!" Katakuri roared, showing his fang filled mouth at the terrified and horrified sister, who screamed and flew backwards, hitting a column.
The group looked at their leader in shock and turned to their lord who looked at them, specifically her in an intense glare, panting from the wound with blood running from his mouth. He ignored the stinging, sharp pain of the stab wound and pants through his fangs.
*pants* "If you...*wheeze* wanna laugh at that young man over there from your cheap tricks...*pants* then, you might as well laugh at me too." Katakuri growled. The shocked sister stared at her idol who once she idolized, now scolding her like she committed a terrible, grave sin. A few moments passed between them and finally, her shocked face turned to one of hurt but with a sneering tone in it. Her attitude did a complete 180, from idolizing to taunting.
"You're-you're...hideous! Uggghh, I can't believe you're my big brother! You're not my big brother, you're just a stupid beast who stabbed himself to make amends for a monkey!" she sniffed and wiped the blood from her face, then sneered at Katakuri who looks at her with an impassive look. "I can't believe I used to love you, now I see you as a beast with an gulper eel for a mouth!" she taunted cruelly. Her crew turned their mockery towards Katakuri and agreed with her.
"Yeah, he does have the mouth of one!" one laughed.
"The gulper eel is what they called him!" another remarked.
"His mouth is so big and ugly, it's so funny!" a third added.
Then the sister took a breath and spat her chewing gum at her brother's face, with the group bellowing like hyenas. Despite the spit, despite the taunts, despite the mockery, and despite the nasty hypocrisy of his little sister and her group, Katakuri smirks at them in response. Remembering back to when other kids bully him of his face, yet running away after 'dealing' with them. In truth, he really didn't care. The gum dropped from his face and the giant sighed and walked away to meet the fallen young pirate.
Still not finished, the sister continues her charade. "Oh no, you're not getting away! Everyone, take pictures of him! We will expose him for the fraud he truly is!" At the drop of a hat, the group pulled out cameras and took pictures, snickering and laughing as they took them. The giant holds his side, ignoring the flashes and focuses his attention to the young pirate who was sabotaged by his bratty sister. Standing apart by a few feet, Katakuri looked at the young pirate struggling to get up from his grievous wounds.
"I apologize. I was so intent and focused on you, I didn't notice the needle when it hit you. Because of that, I hit you while you were drugged. We're even now, once again...I'm so sorry." Katakuri said with a sincerity. The young pirate stood up, hunched over but looks at the giant, panting but looks confused, yet thankful.
*wheeze* "There's no need for you do that. I...I should've seen that needle coming, so it's on me. Besides, in a world of pirates...there's no such thing as fair play. But...I appreciate it." the young pirate said. Katakuri smirks at the act of maturity coming from the young pirate. Both wounded warriors stood straight as they looked at each other with excitement gleamed in their eyes, hearing the continuing taunts and laughter coming from the sister and her lackeys.
"Hey...our little audience sure are noisy and annoying." Katakuri smirked. The young pirate's face intensified.
"Well then...then they proved that they can't handle of what's about to go down!" the pirate agreed. The two warriors' eyes widen in such an intensity, they stared down at each other as two gigantic domes of energy and aura collides against each other. Lightning crackled as the two warriors unleashed their refreshed willpower, destroying a large amount of the world around them. The world shook as if it's scared from the two's fierce will and ambitions to defeat each other.
During that, the mockery and laughter turned into foaming mouths and gurgled gasps and cries. The lackeys' eyes rolled in the back of their heads and gargled with shock, terror, and horror on their faces as they collapsed like sandbags one by one, not able to handle the intense willpower. The same fate goes to the sister, who was flabbergasted by the clash of kings as she met her fate on the ground. She foamed at the mouth, sweating bullets, eyes rolled as she realized her fatal mistake and a shocking revelation.
"The...monkey...h-h-he...can use...Conqueror's Haki too?" she squeaked out before she is the last intruder to drop to the ground like a rock, meeting with her lackeys on the ground. After the sister and her group are knocked down, the two's Haki subsided and the crumbling rocks dropped to the ground, the lightning stopped, and the world is now silent. Katakuri grabs his vest and rips it, leaving him shirtless and showing the rest of his pink tattoos. He raised his fists in a boxing style as he looked at the young pirate with much respect and honor.
"You...were interesting. You made me wanna fight at my full potential. At first, you were a pest, a fly compared to a lion. But now...I see you as my equal, I don't see you beneath my level." Katakuri said, smiling down at the young pirate who put up a similar boxing stance and wheezed.
"Really? That's really cool, thank you! But still...I WILL STILL BEAT YOU!" the young pirate proclaimed fiercely as they are ready to begin the third and final round in the world of mirrors, between two kings...in a battlefield that has turned into a war zone.
He and the young man were mortally wounded with an impalement wound at both their left sides, big globs of blood dripping from them but they continue to battle with all their might. They were ready to fight with their fullest, no pulled punches, an all-out one-on-one as it should be. He winces a bit when he tried to remember the rest but couldn't. He'll figure it out later on down the line. He shook his head and stand up at his monstrous height.
The man is a titan at height, he is standing at a colossal 16'8. The man had short, spiky, crimson hair. He has crimson, intense hooded eyes with arched eyebrows and lower eyelashes. He has two symmetrical scars on both sides of his face to the corners of his mouth. Around his neck is a massive, light ragged scarf that covers his mouth and reaches his shoulders. He wears torn, biker like vest with a skull on the back of the vest. His body is very defined, with pink tattoos and wearing spiked bracelets on his arms. He wears black leather pants with a skull shaped buckle, dark gloves, and spiked boots with spurs. However, underneath the scarf, his most prominent feature is his mouth. His mouth, unlike a normal human's, are razor sharp, almost like an eel.
The man's name is none other than Charlotte Katakuri.
Once Katakuri got his surroundings, he looks around the hallway, trying to see where to go next. The man sighs to himself in slight annoyance. This looks like no building he had ever been in. Maybe it's some kind of dungeon area of Totto Land, maybe a prison, maybe a lost hallway. But strangely, he couldn't sense any people he's familiar with in the area. Wherever he is, it's definitely long forgotten.
Suddenly, Katakuri's eyes turn a bright red and his eyebrows intensifies. After a few seconds, his face returned to its neutral state and turned around. He looked down at his feet and staring straight at him is a boy who is gaping at the sight of him. The boy looks like to be a teenager. He has light brown spiky hair with an ahoge on top of his head and has light hazel eyes. He wears a zipped up dull green hoodie with a red stripe along the zipper, an open black jacket with gold buttons over the hoodie, black jeans, and red sneakers with white toes. On the back of his hoodie is a logo of a red gas mask with a circle around it.
The boy is staring at Katakuri, and to put it lightly…he is shocked. To be fair, who wouldn't be shocked from looking at a man whose appearance is way out of his world and standing at a height that is like three times his AND can look like he can stomp on you like an ant. He is looking at the strange, tall-no…gigantic man with eyes filled with wonder, awe, anxiety, but most of all…terror. Being shocked is an understatement, the boy is terrified beyond belief, basically.
The two of them stare at each other in pregnant silence, the only sound resonating through the empty halls are the boy's trembling and rapid heartbeat. Finally, what it seems like an eternity, Katakuri spoke with a deep, scary, and demanding voice.
"Who are you?"
