Talking Blues
By Chou
Chapter 1 – The Red Haired Gang
Shanks ran, one arm holding the bag of ill-gotten gains over his shoulder, the
other keeping his trademark straw hat on his red-haired head. Behind him, the
shouts of the long arm of the law were being drowned out by his laughter and
the laughter of his crew. He knew bullets would follow the shouts, but he
couldn't really say he cared. After all, Yasopp could outshoot anyone on earth,
and if he couldn't, Ben Beckman could. So he laughed, and the bag of loot on
his back jangled. It had been a good heist, with careful planning, almost no
trouble, and a good haul. The police behind them were something that had just
popped up, but in his eyes, that just made things more interesting.
Shots rang out behind him. He didn't flinch as he felt a bullet zip by his
cheek. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yasopp turn and fire with two
pistols while running backwards. Shanks grinned; that was a cool trick. Up
ahead, he saw Lucky Roo pull up with the get away car. Shanks loved the car, a
1926 Bentley, bright apple red in color. It was his pride and joy, from its
gleaming fenders to the dragon's head hood ornament he had put on to make it
look even cooler. Shanks and Yasopp dived into the car's waiting interior. Beckman
jumped on the back, and provided cover fire with his shotgun as they sped away
to freedom.
Party's Bar was roaring, which wasn't anything new. Jazz and swing had hit the
East Blue like a hurricane, and every joint shook to it like a leaf in the wind.
Shanks downed another shot of whiskey and laughed as Lucky tore up the dance
floor with three fine dames. Lucky, with his massive girth, wasn't much of a
runner, but he was a hell of a driver, fighter, dancer, and although Shanks
didn't like to think about it much, a lover. Ben Beckman, his right hand,
wailed on his sax with enough soul to fill Heaven. Shanks smiled at the irony
of his quiet, dry witted right hand being so damned good at playing from the
heart and soul.
"Another drink, big guy?" came a voice from in front of him. Makino jiggled a
bottle of whiskey invitingly. Shanks smiled and raised both his hat and his
glass.
"You know it, Makino. So, how's tricks?" he said. Makino was special to him, as
special as a girl had ever been. Shanks wasn't a bad guy, outside of the whole
robbery thing, but he was on the whole too easy going for most girls to like
for more than a one-night thing. But Makino…if either of them had been the
marrying type, they would've been hitched a long time ago. She was everything
he liked in a gal and more stuff besides.
She laughed and refilled his glass. He raised it to his lips.
And that's when a human cannonball hit him with a yell of "SHANNNNNKS!"
Monkey D. Luffy was a newsboy, selling papers on the corner. He was an orphan
who Shanks and the gang hadn't so much adopted, but had adopted them after
Shanks had broken up some local bullies trying to get his hard won coin. The
kid had tailed on him like a shadow afterwards, and the gang had adopted him,
half because he was fun as hell to tease, and half because he was a good kid,
really. Dense as a post sometimes, but a good kid. Besides, Luffy didn't have
anyone else. His brother had hopped the first ship out and rumor had it was now
the semi-legendary thug "Fiery" Portgas D. Ace.
"What'd ya bring me!? Is it jake? When can I join th' gang, huh? I'm big
enough, an' I gotta punch like a bullet, I don't even need knuckle dusters,
c'mon, let me join, pleasepleaseplease!" the kid was talking a mile a minute.
Shanks held up a hand and shook his head. "No way kiddo. You're way too young
for this biz, and you got the sneaking around ability like a bull in a china
shop, kid. No deal."
"Shucks, Shanks! That ain't no fair, y'know? I can learn how to sneak around so
quiet, a mouse won't hear me!" Luffy pouted. Shanks winked at Makino and took
the whiskey bottle from her, pouring some of the contents into his glass and
sliding it to Luffy.
"Hey, someday kiddo, I'll let you, honest. Here, try this, um, juice. It'll put
hair on your chest. Make ya a man." Before the words had left his mouth Luffy
had tossed down the alcohol.
It's hard to tell what was louder, Shanks' laughter or Luffy's coughing and
sputtering.
"Ptew! PTEW! Shanks! Why are you tryin'
ta poison me, huh!? That's too low down!" Luffy almost took a swing at his
laughing straw hated idol.
"Hahahaha, ah, c'mon kiddo, that was nothing for a tough mug like you, right?"
Shanks tousled the kid's already unruly black hair with his hand.
Luffy snorted "If you're gonna try ta poison me, I'm taking my biznext
elsewhere!" he stomped off to the other crew members, who tried not to laugh at
his story. Shanks barely resisted the urge to call "It's 'business', not
'biznext'" after him.
He turned to Makino, his silliest and most dashing grin on his face. "I love
teasing that kid." and they both laughed.
Luffy slouched over to Ben Beckman, who had taken a break from bringing down
the neighborhood with his sax. He sat there, smoking, his only concession to
the exertion being the unbuttoning of his collar and ever so slight loosening
of his tie.
"What's the good word, kid?" he said, giving a rare smile at Luffy through the
smoke.
Luffy kicked at the floor. "Ah, Shanks won't let me join the gang."
Ben shrugged "Hey, good for him."
Luffy looked at him angrily. "It's not good, I wanna join!"
Ben stubbed his cigarette out on the sole of his shoe. "Listen, kid, I'll tell
you why it's good. You may think this gang is all chases, money, and dames, but
there's a lot of hard work involved in pulling a good heist. It's dangerous
too, since you never know if you're going to get caught by the fuzz, the mob,
whoever. Shanks, he just doesn't want you getting yourself killed when you're
so young. Cut him a break."
Luffy scratched his nose as he thought about this.
"But I wanna join!" he said finally, throwing his hands up in the air,
exasperated.
Ben sighed, and stubbed out his cigarette. This, he thought, was why he never
had kids.
"Hey, who serves the drinks in this joint?" came a harsh voice from the door.
Then they walked in, all pinstripes and hidden switchblades and grins like
sharks.
"I do. What can I do you for, Mister…?" Makino said with forced nonchalance.
"Higuma. Name's Higuma. See, me and my boys, we're generous. We've moved into
this town, see, and we're willing to offer you…protection. For a reasonable
sum." their leader said with an unwholesome grin.
Makino's eyes narrowed slightly. "Protection from what?"
Shanks sighed inwardly. Better try to fix this situation, he thought.
"Hey gents" he said to the gangsters, giving them what he hoped was a disarming
smile as he held up the whiskey bottle "how about you just have a drink, hey?"
Shanks had a good nose for danger, and this situation stank. Out of the corner
of his eye, he noticed that Luffy was watching, but he also saw that Ben had
him protected. Good.
It also meant that Luffy was watching when Higuma pulled a gun and shot the
bottle Shanks offered, shattering it and splashing it's contents all over
Shanks. He lowered his head so his hat covered his eyes and breathed in,
letting the anger fade before he lifted his head, regret written on his face.
Makino rushed around the bar
"Damn it…" he said, wistfully "what a mess. Hey, Makino, got a mop? I'll clean
this up, ok?"
He started to get up, but stopped at the feel of a gun against his head. His
gang froze to the outward eye, but he knew that they were ready to go since the
bastards had walked in. The gun against his head didn't mean jack to him. If it
came to that, they'd cut this Higuma mug down before he pulled the trigger.
Either that, or they'd be around to avenge their boss.
He heard shots fired, and bottles breaking, Makino held back a scream next to
him, and Luffy gasped. When the shooting stopped, Higuma lifted the gun from
his head and walked his gang out.
"So, protection payments start next week. See you then." He called out over his
shoulder, laughing and slamming the door on the way out.
Shanks lifted his hat and shook some of the whiskey off before shoving it back
on his head. And then he laughed, and his gang joined him.
"Damn, boss, how could you waste good booze like that!" Yasopp was bent double
with laughter.
Makino handed him a rag and he wiped his face before smiling at his gang.
"Hahaha, don't worry about that, with the money we pulled in this time, we can
buy more booze than God!"
Luffy ran up to him then. Shanks was mildly surprised by how angry the kid
looked.
"What was that!? Those guys trashed the bar, and you didn't lift a finger! I
thought you guys were tough!"
Shanks shrugged "He was just a two bit gangster, kid. Just trying to pull some
protection racket. The fuzz'll pick him up before he can make good on it.
Killing a guy over booze, that's not how we do things around here."
Luffy screwed up his face in an angry pout and ran off, yelling, "I'm too
dismembered to stick around here!"
Shanks watched him go, amused, but not concerned at the fickle kid. He waited
until Luffy had got the door open before shouting. "It's disillusioned, kid!" at
the tiny form's retreating back.
Another week, a new heist, and another trip to Party's Bar. Shanks tried to
tell himself it was a coincidence that he happened to show up on the two-bit
gangster's collection day. Yeah. Pure coincidence. And that crowd gathered on
the sidewalk outside Party's…that crowd of toughs wearing pinstripes. That was
just coincidence too. Yeah.
Like hell.
Author's Notes:
Well, this shows the grifter take on Shanks and his gang, and even ends with a
cliffhanger, although any OP fan worth their straw hats should know what the
outcome is. Or do they? That's what I love about AU stories; that history can
be screwed around with.
Hahaha, don't worry, what happens with Shanks will follow the main story.
Kinda.
Also, you may be wondering about Luffy's way of talking. The answer to this is
that Luffy has even less of an education here than he did in One Piece, and the
misuse of words comes from the fact that he sees a lot of newspaper articles
with big words, and gets them mixed up.
