Looking up at the cloudy sky as rain poured down on me, reminiscing of past memories. Now smiling sadly at the compared apathy I now have from my previously empathetic naivety, the clicking and scraping of a door opening, as a voice rang out through the alleyway.

"Hey Dabi, it's raining pretty hard are you going to come in? I don't care." Twice questioned.

With a slight shake of my head, responding quietly, "I'm good."

The echo of a whispered "Alright." and the click and scrape of a door closing, signaled I was alone once again.

A soft chuckle of ruefulness, slowly dissipating into painfully sad whimpers, truly blissful self pity. I lowered my head to stare at the cement floor; watching my feet move me out of the alleyway and down the empty street. When a portal suddenly appeared in front of me. "Kurogiri?" I questioned but got no response, looking around, my feet led me in before my brain could give better judgement. My eyes went wide as the wind pushed harsh against me, staring down at the vast sea coming closer every passing second.

"Oh no-!" covering my mouth, expression turning sickly. "Man, I hate this." my eyes closed, the tangy unpleasant taste of vomit dousing my tongue, as the water hit my back with a painful sounding slap. opening my eyes and looking around, the dark figure of something large rushed towards me. Dodging, my hand grips onto its scaly fin.

It jumped into the air as my head turned away in disgust "Fish? What the hell, it's gigantic." quickly exerting my flames, It cooked to a crisp. Climbing up onto the limp body of the fish, a huff of breath left me as I stood on top of it, taking in my surroundings. "Great, I'm in the middle of the ocean," sighing when my eyes caught a glimpse of a ship? It looked like a pirate ship, almost like from a movie or something but with a lion head at the front.

Something suddenly shot towards me and grabbed onto the fish I had cooked, it pulled me along with it. It sent me flying, a hand quickly covered my mouth "not again," my eyes finally focused on the two women that I was currently plummeting into. Multiple hands suddenly stopped me as they set me safely on the ship, watching as the hands disappeared, I turned my attention to the raven-haired girl. 'That's a strange quirk.' the thought passed as it stored itself somewhere in the back of my mind.

My eyes drifted back to the fish that was now being dragged by a blond-haired man as a kid wearing a strawhat clung to the fish with teary eyes. "Ugh, excuse me but. Who are you?" glancing back at the ginger-haired female, "Dabi," was all that left my lips as I tried to gather my thoughts.

'Where exactly am I? Well, I know I'm in the ocean but...These guys seem like pirates from a cartoon or something.'

"Umm, are you alright? You look terrible." her voice dragged me out of my thoughts as I followed her eyes, down to my arm before looking back at her.

"Yeah, where are we right now?" Brushing past the topic, her face painted a surprised expression.

"We're in the New World." My brows furrowed as I looked out at the sea when my eyes caught the sight of a sword moving towards my neck.

Placing a hand in front of my neck, the blade stopped after just barely piercing the skin of my palm. My fingers curled around the blade as my eyes wandered up from the sword to the swordsman,

"Zoro! What are you doing!?" The ginger girl questioned in shock.

"What if he's some secret bounty hunter or marine?" the man named Zoro questioned, causing the girl to falter.

"Do I look like some marine or bounty hunter?" My brow raised in question and slight amusement, his eyes narrowed in suspicion, slightly turning my head towards him as my head tilted to the side, a wide spread smirk fixing my expression.

The staples pulled on my skin in a very unpleasant way; he seemed perturbed when something touched my hand. 'Hm?' My face relaxed, my head turned down as my eyes wandered towards my hand noticing some sort of animal examining my arm.

"Skin grafts? They're professional, how d'you get burned this bad?" He questioned.

"Just an accident." Walking over, I sat down on the bench 'why do I feel like an animal in a zoo?' The strawhat kid studied me for a few seconds before a bright unwavering smile appeared on his face.

"Join my crew! Shishishi." he laughed truthfully in amusement at his decision. Blinking at him a few times, my brow raised "You're the captain?" my eyes drifted towards the other crew members who simply nodded back.

"I'm Monkey D. Luffy! What's your name?" He questioned,

"Dabi." The name rolled off my tongue like second nature,

"So what do you say?" he waited still with the same unwavering smile brightening his expression.

"No thanks, but you don't mind if I stay with you guys for a while? I still have to find a way back somehow." whispering the last part to myself, he nodded and chuckled

"Sure!"

Leaning my arms on the railing, my eyes drifted off into the distance of the sea, 'I still need to get revenge on him.' Gritting my teeth, my hand balled up into a fist. Memories of Shoto and my siblings flew through my mind like a movie tape as a sigh escaped my lips, 'That skeleton creeps me out, I don't mind the cyborg or talking raccoon, but that skeleton guy makes my skin crawl.' Goosebumps covered my arm just thinking about him, grabbing a cigarette from my pocket. Setting it in between my lips, my index finger moved to the end and lit it.

Moving my hand back, my entire palm lit on fire; staring at the smoldering flame for a minute, reminiscing on past times. Closing my hand, the flame dissipated. Grabbing the cigar from my mouth with my index and middle finger, smoke drifted from my mouth into the air as my lips slightly puckered to puff out a breath of smoke. "Out for a smoke as well?" my head turned, my eyes landing on the yellow-haired guy who I had seen dragging the fish I cooked earlier.

"Yeah," I breathed as he grabbed a cigar from his pocket and slid it into his lips, about to grab his lighter. I moved my finger to the end of his cig and lit it, causing his eyes to widen slightly. The flame dissipated as my hand rested back on the railing, my eyes focused back out over the sea.

"Thanks." He said as my head dipped in a sluggish nod.

"So you're a devil fruit eater as well?" Glancing back at him, my brow raised in question.

"A what?" A light chuckle escaped me as his eyebrows furrowed.

"A devil fruit eater." he repeated, most likely assuming I didn't hear him correctly.

"No, I'm not exactly from around here." Pulling the now almost pebble-sized cigar from my mouth, I twirled it between my fingers a few times before dropping it down into the water.

He seemed confused as my body straightened and my hands left the railing, they instead slid into my pockets before my legs began leading me away; I didn't really have a room so I ended up having to sleep on the deck. Not like I sleep much, though I'm glad I'm pretty resistant to cold because it snowed for some odd reason.

It wasn't a big deal, but I didn't want to get soaked when the snow inevitably melts so I simply set up a wood plank above me to keep the snow off. I seemingly ended up drifting off, only to be awoken by someone shaking me "Is he still alive?! He's freezing!" A sigh left my lips as my eyes opened, my vision was a bit hazy as my brain made a mental note of their surprised expressions.

"Are you alright?" The ginger questioned.

"Yeah? Why were you shaking me?" I pushed myself up off of the floor and stretched,

"But your skin is freezing!" Humming, a small amount of heat cycled through my body without much though.

"Better?" I slightly stuck out my arm as she touched the skin with furrowed brows. "I'm fine, I have a high tolerance to cold." Turning my neck, it cracked satisfyingly as my hands slid into my pockets.

"Well, tell us next time, because you had us worried that we might've had a dead body on our ship!" the long-nosed guy huffed.

"It's not like I'm your friend, I'm just a traveler so what should it matter if I told you or not? It's my business anyway, if I was stupid enough to stay outside while it snowed and I didn't have my resistance than it would've been better if I just died and you threw my body overboard." Replying casually, I walked off.

The ship was honestly pretty big; they had an aquarium, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a gym. Well, that was really all I explored. Walking into the gym, my eyes scanned around, 'Maybe this would be a good place to train a bit?' Grabbing one of the strangely large dumbbells, I constructed some sort of metal training dummy. I focused on trying to aim and control my flame power.

Sending a decently large wave of fire towards it, I took a bit to inspect the dummy, noting the metal was slightly red. I made sure that nothing else in the room had set on fire or possibly burned, before continuing. A sigh escaped me for the some twentieth time, as my eyes glanced over my arms; my hand clenched into a fist as I placed everything back to its previous spot, before sliding off my coat. Tossing it somewhere as I stretched and fell back onto the floor; I managed some sit-ups then some push ups, and finally some pull-ups, after I found a bar.

I suppose you could call it a daily routine, but it's more like, if you have a job and get into the routine of waking up at a certain time, get ready, and whatever else you do before you get to work. I guess he just drilled it into me with how much I had to do it every day; lifting my body up, then down, my nose pressed to the floor on repeat.

Sweat dripped onto the wood as memories of him hitting me, and forcing me to continue even when my limbs ached, drifted through my mind, I gritted my teeth as I forced myself to continue. Huffing as I stood up, feelings of anger, pity, and sadness rose in me as Images of Shoto, Fuyumi, and Natsuo crying filled my thoughts as I tried my best to protect them.

Pacing back and forth a bit, my hand balled up into a fist as it slammed through the wooden wall; my forehead pressed against it as I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down.

Pulling my hand out, my eyes glanced through the newly formed hole, our eyes connected as the strawhat kid stared at me through the hole. After a few quiet moments, I pulled my eyes away. Grabbing my coat, I tossed it over my shoulder and walked away, I never knew it could be this boring out at sea. A slightly amused huff of air left my nose as I walked into the kitchen, turning my head to look at the yellow-haired man who was currently chopping up some strawberries.

He glanced at me as he slid the strawberries into a pot and placed them on the stove with some sugar, "Are you hungry?" he questioned as my head tilted in a mute nod, eyes scanning the room. "Something specific you want?" he questioned as I took a moment to think,

"Ramen?" Glanced at him as he raised one of his eyebrows slightly before nodding.

The kitchen wasn't half bad honestly, a little cramped but not bad. Draping my coat over the chair, I sat down; leaning my head back as my eyes closed. Pondering for a few moments, on the questions I have, finally opening my eyes, my head turned towards the cook "Last night, you said something about devil fruits?" I began, a bit unsure of myself, as he looked up at me before nodding.

"What are they?" I continued as he took a moment to think,

"Well, Devil Fruits are mystical and mysterious fruits found throughout the world that, when consumed, grant the eater a special superhuman power, at the cost of the eater's ability to swim. That's really the basics but if you want to learn more, then you can ask Robin-Chan." Staring back up at the ceiling, I pondered on his words and the new information.

'This seems crazy but... What if I wasn't in my Japan anymore? I've never heard of these devil fruits before, anywhere. And I'm not just saying I'm in a different continent or whatever, I'm just saying that, I might have actually traveled to another... Universe?' Rubbing my temples to rid of the oncoming headache, the cook set the bowl in front of me.

"Enjoy." He walked back into the kitchen as he made up a dessert for the women, staring at the fork, I hummed. Standing up, I grabbed the fork and walked into the kitchen, I put the fork back and rummaged through the drawers until I found some chopsticks. I broke them apart as I sat down and picked up some noodles, bringing the chopsticks to my mouth as I slurped the noodles.

I turned my head a bit as I looked at the cook who was staring at me. I slightly raised my eyebrow as I casually continued eating, standing up and setting the bowl and chopsticks into the sink. I grabbed my coat as I made my way out of the kitchen; I explored around the ship a bit until I ended up at the bathroom.

Humming in thought, my shoulders shrugged as I walked in and undressed; setting my clothes in a neat pile on the floor, I turned on the water. I waited for the bath to fill up before climbing in, 'Jeez I stink, glad I went and bathed.' pondering as I soaked in the boiling water. 'I should try to think of a way to get back, I wouldn't want the heroes to get too comfortable.' A light chuckle left my lips as I sunk into the water, everything below my nose being covered by water as I closed my eyes.

Rubbing the towel through my hair, I slid it around my neck, my clothes stunk of saltwater and fish so I washed them and tried to dry them with my flames, which didn't exactly go too well. I ended up burning my shirt on the first try, so instead, I set my pants on a metal sheet and heated that up, which actually worked out surprisingly well; I did the same with the rest of my clothes before putting them on, excluding the burnt ashes of my previously worn shirt.

Sighing, I made my way out of the bathroom; sliding one of my hands into my pocket as the other combed through my hair. I realized the others were staring at me as I shrugged my shoulders "Anyone got a spare shirt?" Looking around, when the swordsman tossed me a white t-shirt, sliding it on, I sat down on the bench.

"How d'you get those scars?" Glancing over at the strawhat captain who was currently examining my arm.

"They're grafts, and it's a long story." Responding as I pulled my arm away, he groaned.

"Then just shorten it." he smiled as a short annoyed sigh escaped me, stretching out my palm, my hand lit on fire as he stared at it in seeming reminiscence,

"So you're a devil fruit eater too?" Shaking my head, he pondered "Why are they blue?" he tilted his head in question.

I was about to answer when someone interrupted "Blue flames are hotter than red, that's why the flames are blue, when normal flames reach a certain temperature they change color, red, purple, then blue. It's said that blue flames are so hot that they feel cold." Looking up at the long-nosed male, we watched as he dropped a stick onto my hand.

It turned to ashes as the captain looked in awe, "Cool! I wanna feel!" he stretched his hand out to touch the flames as my hand closed and the flames quickly extinguished. He looked at me with a disappointed expression,

"You're going to burn yourself if you do that." I warned and slightly berated for his lack of care as he pouted,

"Do they actually feel cold?" he questioned.

"Yeah, it feels more like ice than flames. But they burn the same." looking down at my hand, frozen in thought when someone suddenly shouted.

"Get ready to dock!" Glancing up at the woman, everyone started moving around.

"An island?" Humming, I stood up and slid my hands into my pockets before walking towards the bow of the ship as my eyes surveyed the new surroundings.

We docked the ship as everyone hopped off, "We have to restock on food here." the gingered female said as I took off to wander around the town. Glancing at the forted building on top of the hill, I thought for a second, a slight unease settling in my stomach as I continued walking. Lazy and uninterested eyes scanned around at the many shops.

Walking into a clothing store, I bought some t-shirts and other clothes with the money I had pickpocketed from people; meeting back up with the others didn't take long, but I noticed the captain wasn't back yet. Looking around a bit, I suddenly noticed the captain rapidly running from a stampede of marine soldiers, "Tch." I felt the corner of my mouth tug with the threat of a probable morbidly excited smirk, he ran past me.

"After them!" Letting a controlled smirk form, I tossed the bag of clothes onto the ship and stretched out my arms while setting the surrounding area around the soldiers on fire. Sharing a staring contest with the large marine captain for a bit when he put his enormous fists together and cracked his neck. "You wanna tussle tussle with the muscle muscle!?" He shouted before running towards the flames, the sudden tug of something on my coat pulled me back from my possible morbid thoughts and actions. Something wrapped around my waist as it pulled me back onto the ship.

Looking back, I noticed the straw hat captain, quickly turning, and perfectly landing on my feet. He unwrapped his rubbery arm from me before chuckling, an accomplished smile spread across his face; glancing back at the island, we watched them toss water onto my flames to put them out.

"Tussle tussle with the muscle muscle? Who even says that?" Zoro questioned as I pointed back at the group of marines,

"Apparently he does." Sitting down, the childish captain began bugging me with questions once again.

A few days have passed, I was looking down at my reflection in the clear ocean water when a large dark figure suddenly appeared under the surface, my eyes widened as I stumbled back from the railing. The figure broke surface as it launched itself from the water and over the ship, "Damn fish, why are they so huge?!" the thought slipped into words as Zoro sliced it into pieces. Standing back and watching as the pieces fell onto the deck and into the water, the straw hat captain caught what he could as he smiled brightly.

"I guess this could work for dinner." The cook said as he dragged a few pieces into the kitchen, my nose scrunched in disgust as the smell of fish and saltwater entered my nostrils.

"Do you not like fish?" The raven-haired female questioned, as my head tilted in a nod. Sliding my hands into my pockets, my legs led me to the bow of the ship. I leaned back against the railing as my eyes closed and the splashing of the waves against the ship filled my ears.

"Would you like some tea?" a voice sounded behind me, turning my head, my eyes slid open as I slightly jumped in surprise. My heart raced a bit before slowly relaxing as I stared at the skeleton.

"U-Ugh, Sure." He poured me a cup before handing it to me, "By the way, what's your name?" I finally quizzed as he chuckled in some sort of amusement,

"Brook, pleasure to meet your acquaintance. Yohohoho." he laughed as I smiled unnervingly.

'Yeah, I'm never getting used to this.'

Twenty minutes passed when the cook called for dinner, walking into the kitchen, my eyes drifted across the group sitting at the table. The raven and ginger moved over as the ginger patted the spot between her and the raven, offering me a seat, I accepted as I sat in between the two. I didn't miss the side glare the cook was giving me as he placed the dishes on the table; he placed a bowl of soba in front of me as I nodded my head in thanks.

While we ate, I watched as the captain tried to steal the food from the other's plates, "Where are you from Dabi?" the ginger questioned.

"Somewhere far…" I replied as they all gave me confused looks.

"Why were you standing on that fish when we found you?" The raccoon joined in,

"I fell from the sky, and it tried to eat me." I answered as their eyes widened.

"Are you from the sky island?" The captain questioned as I nearly choked on the soba noodles, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Sky island?!" They seemed even more confused.

"Are you a pirate?" Zoro questioned as I shook my head,

"I'm not a big fan of the ocean." Setting the empty bowl down, I finished the QnA. "Thanks for the meal."

Nodding to Sanji, who's name I heard because of Luffy's constant ordering of food, and Luffy's because his crewmates shouted at him every time he tried to take their food. Standing up, I walked out to avoid any more questions; sitting down on the bench, I drifted off.