A/N: The long-awaited third chapter has come! Again, if you need the disclaimer, look at the first chapter, and this is the last time I'm saying it. Okay, I warning you now, there's non-graphic rape. Just some mention of it and stuff.
"Ow, ow, ow..."
"Dude, are you alright?"
"*sniff* Give me a break, Vyse! It hurts like hell!"
"Vize, if that dog didn't came-"
"I KNOW, VYSE! You told me like a hundred times!"
"All right, all right, I'll just shut up now!"
After cutting the lock of hair from his deceded mother, Vize was suddenly attacked by a dog of an admirator. His right thigh had very serious cuts on them, at lease three. He had Vyse to help him walk to the castle, since they couldn't tend the injuries there. All they could do was using Vize's yellow scarf as a bandage. Iylchimis quickly ran to the two as they arrived at the entrance.
"Is there anymore coming?" the good doctor asked. Vyse spoke of the soldiers that were injured has only minor cuts, thanks to their armor, and that Vize was the only one needing treatment for his thigh. The doctor nodded and led them to one of the guestrooms; the one Vize was to sleep in. Vize had just took off his pants when there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Vyse asked to the person. When no one answered, Vyse opened the door. The lifeless, naked body of Madoi flopped on the ground, a note carved in her back, seeming old. Vize started to shriek and cry; so much this had an effect on his mind. Vyse glanced at the note. It said 'Sorry'. Just that. Vyse turned her around, and saw that many names were cut on her. They were all of Vyse's crew, Vize, Anita, and Faina.
"I guess she felt guilty all her life..." Vyse muttered. He glanced at his copy, which crying his soul out on the other Valuan's shoulder. The pirate shuddered at the thought-Vize only wanted to have his family, yet now he can't, because there's nothing now he can do to revive her. He looked back into the hall. A young woman was glancing back at him.
"Something wrong, sir?" the woman asked. She was a Nasran, about Vyse or Vize's age. She had the reddest hair Vyse had ever seen that was pulled back into a ponytail, also the lightest of all brown for her eyes that shone maturity. She wore a very skumpy¹ gold red chest armor, with a purple dress that had slits on the side from the hips. Her purple metal boots started from her knees to her feet, with three inches high heels that made her look taller.
"Well...yes. My friend's traumatize and also needs medical attention, but there's his dead mother laying on the floor right next to me," Vyse explained, hoping she wouldn't notice that the person she was speaking to was the messiah of the lands. She blinked a few times.
"You're not lying, aren't you, master Vyse? Who is it?" asked the woman as she ran to them. Vyse glanced at her, embarrassment creeping on his face. Now how can he explained what happen? He can't tell her his own doppelganger was in a traumatic situation that can kill him. Just one look at the corpse next to Vyse, and she quickly ran to find guards and other people, since apparently she must have known Madoi. Sooner than the legend expected, Madoi's body was taken away to the morgue, where she would be treated like a queen for her burial. The Nasran woman was there to confort the impersonator.
"Vize, don't cry now. It's all right. She's in a better place, watching over you, making sure you'll be alright, and that you have a safe future. I'm sure she doesn't want you to mourn over her forever."
Vyse observed the two. Apparently, the woman must have some kind of connection to Vize or something, because the actor did everything he could think of to stop the salty water from flowing out of his eyes more. She stared at Vyse.
"How long has he been in your favor, sir?" she asked.
"Ever since his theater was burn down, miss," he politely replied. She shook her head, smiling sadly.
"My name is Sanura, sir," she told. Vyse smiled, even thought that the situation they were in was quite angsty.
"Well, Sanura, if you don't mind and cut the formalities, I would like to ask you a question, if you don't mind, that is," Vyse mentioned.
"Umm, of course...Vyse."
Vyse sat down next to her. On her other side, Vize was sniffing and sobbing, even though he wasn't crying tears.
"Can you tell me more about Vize? You seem to know him well," Vyse noted. She weakly laughed, not wanting to upset her friend farther.
"Can we please talk in another room? He needs to be healed, and he won't if we're all on him," the scared man's eyes widen at her comment, realizing that Vize did needed some time alone with someone who's a professional healer. The two decided to go next door, where Vyse sleeps when he's in Valua.
Enrique keeps this room so that Vyse could be the only one sleeping in. So he designed it so it would fit the legend perfectly. Over the bed, there was the old Blue Rogue flag, with a plaque that has the very cutlasses Vyse saved the world with, decorated with moonstone necklaces. There was a small library that had books which will always interest the air pirate, and next to it was a small dog bed which Vyse's huskra, Pow, was already sleeping in. A love seat was next to the chesterfield, which contained confortable clothes Vyse could wear. His bed had cotton bedsheets, with a yarn blanket his mother gave to the Emperor as a gift. Apparently, Enrique loved the blanket, but he couldn't find a use with it. So he put it on Vyse's bed, knowing it would give him a sense of comfort.
Vyse entered the place, taking a deep breath and smiled. That place gave him pleasant memories.
"I feel like I'm home," he said. Sanura glanced at him.
"Over at Crescent Isle?" she questioned. He shook his head, laughing.
"Well, yes, that is my home. But I have another, which I will always be welcome, Pirate's Isle. It has, is and will be my true home." She nodded, understanding what he meant, for after all, the same things are happening to her.
"Say, what did you wanted to know again? More about Vize?" Vyse approved with his head. "Well, first thing, my father was his guardian at Nasrad. He would provide about anything for the homeless orphans-a place to live, food, water, furniture and clothes, and since I was their age, I would go and play with them. Vize barely plays with us girls or the boys; he was always a loner. When it came to Genesei² their second year, I had his name. I didn't know what to give him at all. So I asked my dad what Vize might like, since that was the only person Vize would have a conversation with. He said something with he could observe with, because the boy liked to paint. So I brought him that Skyseer, which was a class Eagle. I believe you have a Hawk class," she pointed at the object on Vyse's face. "Anyway, I also know that he loves anything that has to do with angels and mythical creatures, also not forgetting nature. Wondered why Vize really wanted to harm you then?"
"Yeah," Vyse said, "I thought he was a few Moonstones short of a pack."
"It's because he loves nature too much, that if Valua destroyed what he loved, he would commit suicide if he were alive. Thus, he decided to use his acting skills to rebel against the old Armada. His lust was too great, all he could think of was to destroy Valua by force. But you made him think twice that day. It was a few days later I've notice he seemed more approached to people. I mean, all he did was painting his own theater hall with spiritual drawings that it gave these people the courage to stand up against the enemy."
"Huh, really. So all he cared about was the environment," Vyse understood.
"That's right. A martyr of the earth, he is," Sanura made notice. "But that's not the only thing. He can put himself in other people's shoes."
"Uh?"
"Vize always had a dream: to show the world he was alive, and that he was one of the most brilliant children that were ever conceived."
Vyse stood silent. Now he understood why his doppelganger was like this. He had put himself in his mother's shoes that moment when she fell on the ground, after being injured. Vize had somehow saw, just by hearing her words, how difficult it was to take the orders from a man she loved, but had somehow betrayed her. And when she said her last words, to Vize it was the end of the world, and by remembering Fina's own struggle with Ramirez's death, Vyse knew it would take a long time for the actor to recover psychologically. He then cursed to himself, how could he have been so blind? Had he knew what Vize was passing threw right now, he would have already brought him to the castle's infirmary to be watched and taken care of for his mental struggles and pains.
"This is fucking shit, Sanura..." he muttered, glancing at his hand, the very hand that struck Ramirez in that battle that made him an immortal legend. That same hand was the one where he reached out for his double, when the boy was down and hopeless after the-
"I'm quite aware it's fucking shit, Vyse, but that son of a bitch for a pussy whack's got more members on the run, waiting for the perfect moment to strike," Sanura growled. "I know what you're going through too. It's not right, but life can't be always happy, or pretty. It's the fact of this world."
"When they are happy for the rest of their lives, it's because they've experience too much pain and suffering in their past, right?" the legend asked. She got up, and walked to the window. She looked outside and her own reflection.
"Maybe it's because the way to eternal happiness is full of the opposite," Sanura answered, her eyes seeming to change into a blue color.
After a few hours, darkness has truly taken over the place, telling the people it was time to go to sleep. But, for some reason, the messiah couldn't sleep. He kept on hearing a continuing sound. Getting more and more irritated by it, he got up and looked at which place it was, and sighed when he found it.
Vyse entered Vize's room. The freckled boy's small sob was high pitched; thus the scarred Blue Rogue could hear it next door. The young captain glanced at his friend: Vize was lying naked on his messy bed, using one of his sheets to hide the genital parts. The pillow held a side of his head. His left leg hung from the edge of the bed. Vyse shivered-the last time he did that he had an overdose of sleep medication. He didn't want to think of the paleness of the skin, the sound of girls crying, and a hand covering a fist on a chest, trying to help the heart pound...
He walked to the bed. Vize had his necklace on; he was absent-mindly toying with the medallion. Vyse sat next to him. He notices the thigh wound had to be still bleeding, for the bandages were all red.
"Can't sleep?" Vyse questioned the actor. Vize simply nodded-he was still sobbing, visibly upset.
"Thigh still kills you?" Vyse continued. Vize then half-smirked, despite his sadness.
"No shit, Sherlock," he told him, "maybe if you lick the blood off, I'll feel better.
Vyse smiled sheeplessly and scratched the back of his head.
"I only know the basics, Vize, but I'll see what I can do."
He first started by looking for extra bandages. He silently thanked Iylchimis to leave some on the side table. Unwrapping the dirty bandages, Vyse winced at the sight of the wounds. They had to be stitched by it's deepness, but it wasn't enought. The Air Pirate wished the doctor could have at lease left a Green Moonstone, but he didn't have much of a choice. He carefully wipes the blood that was overflowing, and quickly started to rebandage the leg, which had to be slightly lifted. Vize drew a sharp breath, then relaxed. The bandaging done, Vyse got to the drawers, and threw at his double a pair of boxers.
"Here, I don't want you to catch a cold with your ass not covered," he joked. The other groaned, but did as his captain ordered. After all, that door wasn't even lock.
"Hey...I need my sleep, but I can't," Vize said. "Do you know something that could help?"
Vyse sat down on the bed again. He slowly rubbed his crewmember's abdomen. He didn't like the fact he could partially feel the ribs on his copy's body's. Life was hard for the doppelganger, and when it comes to food, he just had enough food for a week before his theater was ever famous.
'At lease he could eat,' Vyse told himself in his mind, 'I'd hate to think that he had hunger problems.'
He glanced at the boy's face. Looking at the lips reminded him of doing mouth to mouth, which wasn't much of a pleasant situation. What happened that day was so terrifying for Anita and Faina, not forgetting the legend himself. Vize always had difficulty sleeping, but after that incident with the theater, it grew very much a problem. He didn't knew what was the dose for the sleeping pills he brought, so he took the whole bottle, not knowing it could cause death. If Vyse wasn't walking by that day, who knew what could have happen to the impersonator?
Vyse didn't notice that he was barely touching his friend's skin. Vize's eyes darted towards him.
"Why aren't you massaging me anymore?" he asked, and the scarred man snapped out of his stupor.
"Oh, sorry about it. It's just...I'm thinking of that day when you almost died." Vize cocked an eyebrow, wondering why that would effect his idol.
"Well, I guess sleep won't be my companion tonight. I'll go take a walk, okay?" Vyse glanced at him. Was the boy aware of the danger that was surrounding him? But knowing his copy, it was useless to argue, since the boy would storm off and do something a bit rash.
"Alright, but don't leave the castle walls. I have a bad feeling about it, okay?" Vize nodded, took some cheap excuse for clothes that he put on, and got out. Vyse sighed out loud; now he won't be able to sleep, his fear that Vize might get capture taking over his mind.
Vyse was a nervous wreck-it's been at lease three hours Vize had left, and he hasn't come back. He tried to sleep it off, but he just couldn't get his eyes to close. Arming himself with his cutlasses and pistols, he left the building and walked around, trying to find him. When he finally came to the south wing, he notice in the shadows someone lying on a stone, and that person was bleeding. Most of the blood was flowing around the seat of his pants. One look at the man in front of him made Vyse very lightheaded.
"ENRIQUE! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" he yelled out. The night watchman quickly ran to him, apparently wasn't please with Vyse's sailor language.
"Watch your mouth, mister legend" he growled, but he quickly coward when Vyse's vein almost exploded, trobing like a heart.
"What can I say? 'I'm sorry to bother you in your sleep, Your Royalness, but I found my doppelganger unconscious in this place, and he might got RAPE'?"
A/N: Woah. Pissy Vyse. If we compare both he and Luffy, let's just say it would be a draw.
Vize: You got me raped?
Hey, but the question is: do you remember it?
¹Skumpy is a made-up word meaning sexy.
²Genesei-their equivalent of Christmas.
"Ow, ow, ow..."
"Dude, are you alright?"
"*sniff* Give me a break, Vyse! It hurts like hell!"
"Vize, if that dog didn't came-"
"I KNOW, VYSE! You told me like a hundred times!"
"All right, all right, I'll just shut up now!"
After cutting the lock of hair from his deceded mother, Vize was suddenly attacked by a dog of an admirator. His right thigh had very serious cuts on them, at lease three. He had Vyse to help him walk to the castle, since they couldn't tend the injuries there. All they could do was using Vize's yellow scarf as a bandage. Iylchimis quickly ran to the two as they arrived at the entrance.
"Is there anymore coming?" the good doctor asked. Vyse spoke of the soldiers that were injured has only minor cuts, thanks to their armor, and that Vize was the only one needing treatment for his thigh. The doctor nodded and led them to one of the guestrooms; the one Vize was to sleep in. Vize had just took off his pants when there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Vyse asked to the person. When no one answered, Vyse opened the door. The lifeless, naked body of Madoi flopped on the ground, a note carved in her back, seeming old. Vize started to shriek and cry; so much this had an effect on his mind. Vyse glanced at the note. It said 'Sorry'. Just that. Vyse turned her around, and saw that many names were cut on her. They were all of Vyse's crew, Vize, Anita, and Faina.
"I guess she felt guilty all her life..." Vyse muttered. He glanced at his copy, which crying his soul out on the other Valuan's shoulder. The pirate shuddered at the thought-Vize only wanted to have his family, yet now he can't, because there's nothing now he can do to revive her. He looked back into the hall. A young woman was glancing back at him.
"Something wrong, sir?" the woman asked. She was a Nasran, about Vyse or Vize's age. She had the reddest hair Vyse had ever seen that was pulled back into a ponytail, also the lightest of all brown for her eyes that shone maturity. She wore a very skumpy¹ gold red chest armor, with a purple dress that had slits on the side from the hips. Her purple metal boots started from her knees to her feet, with three inches high heels that made her look taller.
"Well...yes. My friend's traumatize and also needs medical attention, but there's his dead mother laying on the floor right next to me," Vyse explained, hoping she wouldn't notice that the person she was speaking to was the messiah of the lands. She blinked a few times.
"You're not lying, aren't you, master Vyse? Who is it?" asked the woman as she ran to them. Vyse glanced at her, embarrassment creeping on his face. Now how can he explained what happen? He can't tell her his own doppelganger was in a traumatic situation that can kill him. Just one look at the corpse next to Vyse, and she quickly ran to find guards and other people, since apparently she must have known Madoi. Sooner than the legend expected, Madoi's body was taken away to the morgue, where she would be treated like a queen for her burial. The Nasran woman was there to confort the impersonator.
"Vize, don't cry now. It's all right. She's in a better place, watching over you, making sure you'll be alright, and that you have a safe future. I'm sure she doesn't want you to mourn over her forever."
Vyse observed the two. Apparently, the woman must have some kind of connection to Vize or something, because the actor did everything he could think of to stop the salty water from flowing out of his eyes more. She stared at Vyse.
"How long has he been in your favor, sir?" she asked.
"Ever since his theater was burn down, miss," he politely replied. She shook her head, smiling sadly.
"My name is Sanura, sir," she told. Vyse smiled, even thought that the situation they were in was quite angsty.
"Well, Sanura, if you don't mind and cut the formalities, I would like to ask you a question, if you don't mind, that is," Vyse mentioned.
"Umm, of course...Vyse."
Vyse sat down next to her. On her other side, Vize was sniffing and sobbing, even though he wasn't crying tears.
"Can you tell me more about Vize? You seem to know him well," Vyse noted. She weakly laughed, not wanting to upset her friend farther.
"Can we please talk in another room? He needs to be healed, and he won't if we're all on him," the scared man's eyes widen at her comment, realizing that Vize did needed some time alone with someone who's a professional healer. The two decided to go next door, where Vyse sleeps when he's in Valua.
Enrique keeps this room so that Vyse could be the only one sleeping in. So he designed it so it would fit the legend perfectly. Over the bed, there was the old Blue Rogue flag, with a plaque that has the very cutlasses Vyse saved the world with, decorated with moonstone necklaces. There was a small library that had books which will always interest the air pirate, and next to it was a small dog bed which Vyse's huskra, Pow, was already sleeping in. A love seat was next to the chesterfield, which contained confortable clothes Vyse could wear. His bed had cotton bedsheets, with a yarn blanket his mother gave to the Emperor as a gift. Apparently, Enrique loved the blanket, but he couldn't find a use with it. So he put it on Vyse's bed, knowing it would give him a sense of comfort.
Vyse entered the place, taking a deep breath and smiled. That place gave him pleasant memories.
"I feel like I'm home," he said. Sanura glanced at him.
"Over at Crescent Isle?" she questioned. He shook his head, laughing.
"Well, yes, that is my home. But I have another, which I will always be welcome, Pirate's Isle. It has, is and will be my true home." She nodded, understanding what he meant, for after all, the same things are happening to her.
"Say, what did you wanted to know again? More about Vize?" Vyse approved with his head. "Well, first thing, my father was his guardian at Nasrad. He would provide about anything for the homeless orphans-a place to live, food, water, furniture and clothes, and since I was their age, I would go and play with them. Vize barely plays with us girls or the boys; he was always a loner. When it came to Genesei² their second year, I had his name. I didn't know what to give him at all. So I asked my dad what Vize might like, since that was the only person Vize would have a conversation with. He said something with he could observe with, because the boy liked to paint. So I brought him that Skyseer, which was a class Eagle. I believe you have a Hawk class," she pointed at the object on Vyse's face. "Anyway, I also know that he loves anything that has to do with angels and mythical creatures, also not forgetting nature. Wondered why Vize really wanted to harm you then?"
"Yeah," Vyse said, "I thought he was a few Moonstones short of a pack."
"It's because he loves nature too much, that if Valua destroyed what he loved, he would commit suicide if he were alive. Thus, he decided to use his acting skills to rebel against the old Armada. His lust was too great, all he could think of was to destroy Valua by force. But you made him think twice that day. It was a few days later I've notice he seemed more approached to people. I mean, all he did was painting his own theater hall with spiritual drawings that it gave these people the courage to stand up against the enemy."
"Huh, really. So all he cared about was the environment," Vyse understood.
"That's right. A martyr of the earth, he is," Sanura made notice. "But that's not the only thing. He can put himself in other people's shoes."
"Uh?"
"Vize always had a dream: to show the world he was alive, and that he was one of the most brilliant children that were ever conceived."
Vyse stood silent. Now he understood why his doppelganger was like this. He had put himself in his mother's shoes that moment when she fell on the ground, after being injured. Vize had somehow saw, just by hearing her words, how difficult it was to take the orders from a man she loved, but had somehow betrayed her. And when she said her last words, to Vize it was the end of the world, and by remembering Fina's own struggle with Ramirez's death, Vyse knew it would take a long time for the actor to recover psychologically. He then cursed to himself, how could he have been so blind? Had he knew what Vize was passing threw right now, he would have already brought him to the castle's infirmary to be watched and taken care of for his mental struggles and pains.
"This is fucking shit, Sanura..." he muttered, glancing at his hand, the very hand that struck Ramirez in that battle that made him an immortal legend. That same hand was the one where he reached out for his double, when the boy was down and hopeless after the-
"I'm quite aware it's fucking shit, Vyse, but that son of a bitch for a pussy whack's got more members on the run, waiting for the perfect moment to strike," Sanura growled. "I know what you're going through too. It's not right, but life can't be always happy, or pretty. It's the fact of this world."
"When they are happy for the rest of their lives, it's because they've experience too much pain and suffering in their past, right?" the legend asked. She got up, and walked to the window. She looked outside and her own reflection.
"Maybe it's because the way to eternal happiness is full of the opposite," Sanura answered, her eyes seeming to change into a blue color.
After a few hours, darkness has truly taken over the place, telling the people it was time to go to sleep. But, for some reason, the messiah couldn't sleep. He kept on hearing a continuing sound. Getting more and more irritated by it, he got up and looked at which place it was, and sighed when he found it.
Vyse entered Vize's room. The freckled boy's small sob was high pitched; thus the scarred Blue Rogue could hear it next door. The young captain glanced at his friend: Vize was lying naked on his messy bed, using one of his sheets to hide the genital parts. The pillow held a side of his head. His left leg hung from the edge of the bed. Vyse shivered-the last time he did that he had an overdose of sleep medication. He didn't want to think of the paleness of the skin, the sound of girls crying, and a hand covering a fist on a chest, trying to help the heart pound...
He walked to the bed. Vize had his necklace on; he was absent-mindly toying with the medallion. Vyse sat next to him. He notices the thigh wound had to be still bleeding, for the bandages were all red.
"Can't sleep?" Vyse questioned the actor. Vize simply nodded-he was still sobbing, visibly upset.
"Thigh still kills you?" Vyse continued. Vize then half-smirked, despite his sadness.
"No shit, Sherlock," he told him, "maybe if you lick the blood off, I'll feel better.
Vyse smiled sheeplessly and scratched the back of his head.
"I only know the basics, Vize, but I'll see what I can do."
He first started by looking for extra bandages. He silently thanked Iylchimis to leave some on the side table. Unwrapping the dirty bandages, Vyse winced at the sight of the wounds. They had to be stitched by it's deepness, but it wasn't enought. The Air Pirate wished the doctor could have at lease left a Green Moonstone, but he didn't have much of a choice. He carefully wipes the blood that was overflowing, and quickly started to rebandage the leg, which had to be slightly lifted. Vize drew a sharp breath, then relaxed. The bandaging done, Vyse got to the drawers, and threw at his double a pair of boxers.
"Here, I don't want you to catch a cold with your ass not covered," he joked. The other groaned, but did as his captain ordered. After all, that door wasn't even lock.
"Hey...I need my sleep, but I can't," Vize said. "Do you know something that could help?"
Vyse sat down on the bed again. He slowly rubbed his crewmember's abdomen. He didn't like the fact he could partially feel the ribs on his copy's body's. Life was hard for the doppelganger, and when it comes to food, he just had enough food for a week before his theater was ever famous.
'At lease he could eat,' Vyse told himself in his mind, 'I'd hate to think that he had hunger problems.'
He glanced at the boy's face. Looking at the lips reminded him of doing mouth to mouth, which wasn't much of a pleasant situation. What happened that day was so terrifying for Anita and Faina, not forgetting the legend himself. Vize always had difficulty sleeping, but after that incident with the theater, it grew very much a problem. He didn't knew what was the dose for the sleeping pills he brought, so he took the whole bottle, not knowing it could cause death. If Vyse wasn't walking by that day, who knew what could have happen to the impersonator?
Vyse didn't notice that he was barely touching his friend's skin. Vize's eyes darted towards him.
"Why aren't you massaging me anymore?" he asked, and the scarred man snapped out of his stupor.
"Oh, sorry about it. It's just...I'm thinking of that day when you almost died." Vize cocked an eyebrow, wondering why that would effect his idol.
"Well, I guess sleep won't be my companion tonight. I'll go take a walk, okay?" Vyse glanced at him. Was the boy aware of the danger that was surrounding him? But knowing his copy, it was useless to argue, since the boy would storm off and do something a bit rash.
"Alright, but don't leave the castle walls. I have a bad feeling about it, okay?" Vize nodded, took some cheap excuse for clothes that he put on, and got out. Vyse sighed out loud; now he won't be able to sleep, his fear that Vize might get capture taking over his mind.
Vyse was a nervous wreck-it's been at lease three hours Vize had left, and he hasn't come back. He tried to sleep it off, but he just couldn't get his eyes to close. Arming himself with his cutlasses and pistols, he left the building and walked around, trying to find him. When he finally came to the south wing, he notice in the shadows someone lying on a stone, and that person was bleeding. Most of the blood was flowing around the seat of his pants. One look at the man in front of him made Vyse very lightheaded.
"ENRIQUE! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" he yelled out. The night watchman quickly ran to him, apparently wasn't please with Vyse's sailor language.
"Watch your mouth, mister legend" he growled, but he quickly coward when Vyse's vein almost exploded, trobing like a heart.
"What can I say? 'I'm sorry to bother you in your sleep, Your Royalness, but I found my doppelganger unconscious in this place, and he might got RAPE'?"
A/N: Woah. Pissy Vyse. If we compare both he and Luffy, let's just say it would be a draw.
Vize: You got me raped?
Hey, but the question is: do you remember it?
¹Skumpy is a made-up word meaning sexy.
²Genesei-their equivalent of Christmas.