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One Piece: Lost dog

Chapter 3 (Nightfall)

For a moment, Nami's mouth opened and closed as she stared at that scar.

Questions flooded her mind like a burst dam, overwhelming her completely. She dropped

the clima tact.

One of the enemy, sensing weakness, drew a dagger and lunged at her. In a flash,

the muscles on Marcus's back and chest rippled and he charged the foolish pirate with his

shoulder. There was the sound of bone on even harder bone, and a scream echoed across

the water as Marcus's victim was sent flying off the side of the ship and splashed into the

water.

"Nami, are you okay?" Marcus asked, handing her the Clima tact which he'd

retrieved from the floor. Nami just stared blankly at him, not realizing that she'd just

been saved.

Around them, the battle raged on. The jarring sound of blades, feet and fists on

flesh made up most of the noise, in addition the screams and shouts of defeat coming

from the pirates who had been thrashed around like rag dolls.

Near the tangerine grove on the top of the ship, Robin had put thirty of the enemy

pirates in deadlocks and walked amongst them calmly as she broke their necks, one by

one. Then, she noticed Marcus and Nami staring at each other even through the thick of

the battle. If she was surprised, it didn't register on her face. After all, he was unusually

good looking for his age, had a deep voice, an unusually muscular body and was easily

taller than Nami in his werewolf form. Not a bad catch, if she wasn't already twenty-

eight this year.

Sighing, she resumed her steady pace and continued snapping the necks of the

enemy pirates like rag dolls.

A crushing blow out of the blue swept Marcus off his feet suddenly and smashed

him into the front of the ship, precariously near the Going Merry's head. "Marcus!" Nami

shrieked, tightening her hold on the Clima Tact and swiveled in the direction of the force.

Her crewmates had already sensed the presence of a much worthier adversary and were

staring apprehensively into the thick mist which suddenly materialized out of nowhere

and swirled around the enemy ship...

"I guess it's true then..." A lazy drawl cut through the mist as it seemed to

disperse as suddenly as it had appeared. "That if you want something done, you have to

do it yourself..."

They saw the speaker as the last of the mist cleared away. A man crossed the

threshold between the two ships and sat down calmly on the railing of the Going Merry.

An ordinary-looking man in all aspects, except for the aura of immense power he seemed

to be radiating, which made even Zoro narrow his eyes in caution. Luffy, however,

seemed unfazed as always.

"Who are you? Get off my ship!" he yelled, drowning out Usopp's mumbled

pleas ("Let's all be gentlemen now... we can talk this over nicely... there's no need to

fight over this right...? right?")

"Monkey. D .Luffy, I presume?" The man asked, letting the words hang in the air

like more of a threat than a question.

"Na? Yes I am… why?" Luffy asked, his frustration replaced by curiosity.

"Oh yes, I forgot the introductions." The man said in reply, drawling again.

"Bounty hunter, Jeremy, the black assassin, at your service."

The mood on the ship instantly tensed. Robin, Zoro, Sanji and Luffy had him

encircled in a flash.

"What do you want from us?" Sanji asked him, knowing full well what the

answer would be.

The black assassin did not reply at first, instead, raising one gloved hand to point

directly at Luffy.

"Him." He said with a smile.

"Like hell you will!" Luffy shouted as his arms stretched far out behind him

"Gomu Gomu no…"

Zoro coiled his body like a snake, positioning his sword in front and behind him

"Santoryuu…"

Sanji turned his back to the assassin, raising one wrecking-ball leg. "Join the

stars…"

Robin crossed her arms in front of her "Seis fleur.." she began

The attacks collided with enough force to kill anybody, including the

Shichibukai… "Bazooka! Tatsumaki! Mouton shot! Clutch!"

Ripples spread across the surface of the ocean surrounding them, but Jeremy the

assassin was nowhere to be found. Nor, for that matter, Nami or Marcus. They had

simply vanished off the deck. The assassin had made his move.

"Wha?" Robin exclaimed. "What speed… they were just here a moment ago…"

The others seemed to panic at the sight of usually calm and controlled Robin

beginning to look strained. Robin, in fact was using her ability to sprout eyes in every

room, crack and crevice along the ship, scouring the surroundings for Jeremy, Nami and

Marcus.

"I knew something was up with that guy…" Zoro muttered, slapping his forehead

with the heel of his hand. "I bet he had this planned all along, befriending Nami…

befriending US! Then when his master was appears, he stabs us in the back…"

"Wrong." Said a voice. Surprisingly, it was Robin. She had sat on the railing and

closed her eyes, as if in meditation.

"What is it with you, woman!" Zoro shouted at her. "You suspect him too, don't

say you haven't… remember the Devil Fruit thing!"

"I meant wrong as in your theory is wrong." She replied, totally unfazed by his

shouting. "The boy did not capture Nami. And the assassin is not going to kill them. Not

yet at least."

Zoro gave a start. "How do you know? Have you located them on your… your…

'Eye-thingy?'" He asked eagerly.

"No," Robin said. "Actually, I-."

"No way," Zoro continued "You can actually sprout ears too?" He asked in

disbelief. "And shaddap!" He added at a hysterical Sanji, who was yelling "Nami-

Swaaaaaannnn!" Into every room.

"Actually," Robin said crisply before he could cut her off again. "It's that." She

pointed vaguely in the direction of the cabins without opening her eyes. 'Sigh, in spite of

all that looks and muscle, he's still a child, really.' She thought to herself.

Zoro's eyes followed her finger. Pinned to the wall of the cabins by an unusual

weapon ( a ping-pong ball with a blade sticking out one end.) was a little note.

Zoro walked over to it and picked it up. He scanned the note once. "Hey guys," he

said, waving the note around in the air. "Hey, dig this! To Straw Hat Luffy,"

Your precious Nakama are in my hands… dog-boy and

The red-headed girl. Important nakama to you I presume… especially the one with the log pose… However, there is one hope for you. I like games. Follow the path of the ball

Find your Nakama within a week or it's GAME OVER! You lose! Heh heh. Bye bye!

Jeremy,

The black assassin

B$42,000,000

Zoro continued to stare at the letter in a daze, even after reading it out aloud.

"WAAAAAH!" Chopper screamed and started dashing about the deck in a

panic. It was the bounty. 42 million beli was more than the 30 million their own captain

had (Author's note: This fanfic takes place right after the Arabasta arc, before Blackbeard

showed Luffy his new 100 million bounty) "Chopper!" Usopp screamed, lunging after

him before he fell overboard.

Robin was stressed too. "Without the log pose… we can't navigate the Grand

Line. Captain, is there anything you can do? Mr. Bushido? Mr. Doctor? Mr. Long-nose?

Mr. Cook?"

"No use asking HIM!" Zoro growled, jerking his thumb in Sanji's direction. The

cook himself was whimpering on the floor in a daze. He'd been searching every nook and

cranny of the ship for clues to Nami's whereabouts, and had collapsed after hearing Zoro

read out the note. "He's a lovesick piece of crap right now." Fortunately for him, Sanji

was too depressed to hear him then.

"Well, we have to do SOMETHING soon." Robin told him. "We only have

One week. The clock is ticking…"

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Meanwhile, on a fast-moving barge moving further and further away from the

Going merry each second, Marcus, on regaining consciousness, found himself bound by,

of all things, basketball nets.

Seeing this mistake, Marcus immediately went werewolf and attempted to tear the

nets off. To his great surprise, It stretched and stretched- and stretched! But the part

constricting his hands remained firmly affixed to his wrists.

A high laugh sounded from behind the pair. Marcus strained to turn his head, but

the parts of the nets which had been overstretched had somehow attached itself to every

part of his large, furry body it came into contact with, making movement almost

impossible.

"Surprised?" the assassin's voice rang out. It was then, the helplessness of his

situation hit him. 'Jeremy had played his cards right.' Marcus thought wryly as he let out

a defeated laugh of his own.

Jeremy the assassin walked round and squatted in front of Marcus's face. He

placed his finger under his chin and forced his head up to look each other squarely in the

eye. "Not so strong now are we? Dog-boy…"

The moment Marcus's hazel eyes met the Jeremy's cold, black ones, he felt a

shiver of revulsion. He tried o look away, but Jeremy's glittering opal-like eyes seemed

to exert a hypnotic hold over him. He then forced himself to stare insolently back into

those deep black chasms.

"Not many people in this world realize the true potential of spider's webs don't

they? Spider's webs are eight times stronger than steel and they are also extremely sticky

and stretchy… when used as fibers for a certain material, that material would become

totally impenetrable! A brilliant stroke of genius no?" Jeremy gloated in his face.

'Indeed' Marcus agreed mentally, although he'd rather die than admit it. 'That explains a

lot.' He thought, as he tried this time, to sharpen his nails into the sharpest claws he knew

how to form and tried sawing through the spider webs. 'When all else fails…' he thought

to himself grimly.

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Nami, meanwhile, was having some problems of her own. She had been knocked

out suddenly on the Going Merry and had awoken here, only to find herself face to face

with a leery old pervert. Things got worse when she realized her top was missing. She

had escaped and was now running around the Black Barge clad only in a tight blue bra

which doubled as a bikini top, and a miniskirt. Not surprisingly, her entrance into every

occupied room found a huge audience of pursuers hot on her heels. Literally.

A muscle-bound bounty hunter, seeing his chance, suddenly flung himself at her,

pinning her to the floor. Nami squirmed and pounded her fists against his rock-hard chest,

obviously to no avail. The Nami-chasing procession skidded to a halt, and began whining

"Unfair! Don't cheat!" and so on.

The man who tackled Nami now flung off his shirt and, licking his lips, straddled

the squirming Nami.

Nami suddenly found herself screaming, more from fear than from pain of the

weight of the man now straddling her. He moistened his finger with his tongue- and

eagerly stuck it into her cleavage.

Nami screamed all the louder when he took the liberty to move his moistened

digit back and forth between her nipples under her bra, which, despite the situation, had

hardened considerably.

She forced herself to open her eyes to stare at her assailant. He was a man of huge

build, with a roughish, unkind face. 'Fitting' She thought through her own screams as he

began squeezing each of her breast in turn, tracing little circles around her tits as he did

so. 'That all the baddies look like baddies…'

Then she noticed the at the end of either end of his rock-hard chest, his own

tanned nipples were pert and erect, and it was then she felt the extremely hard something

poking her just below the stomach. At first she thought it was a hand and groped for it,

intending to fling it away- but on contact, the big man moaned in pleasure, the harder she

squeezed, and she realized the precariousness of her predicament 'Oh God… I'm going

to be raped… Gang raped!' She thought, staring at all the other guys behind the man,

eagerly waiting to 'share'

Nami summoned up all the inner strength and resolve she had left and assembled

the clima tact in less than a second- the result of practiced hands, which (luckily) were

left free and-

"TORNADO TEMPO!" Nami bellowed, pressing the deadly button which

caused two birds to spring out of the end of the clima tact, the man on top of her got

tangled in them, and he fought to get out of the net of springs.

Nami pressed the button again and the end of the clima tact began vibrating, and

the 'T' at the end began to spin at terrifying speed. The man tangled at the end was now

no more than a blur of eyes and hands- he was spinning too fast.

The, with a frightening bang, the man was sent flying- right into the little army of

people behind him, causing the whole group to topple like dominoes. Most of the people

in the front row had been knocked unconscious.

Nami dismantled the weapon and returned it to her bra. She then picked up the

shirt which her assailant had discarded. It was sweat-soaked and grimy, but she put it on

anyway. Then half sobbing half panting, she made her way away from the scene.

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Thumps and screams echoed above the deck. Standing before Jeremy the assassin

was the great hulking figure of Marcus the werewolf. Strangely, Jeremy seemed

extremely calm in this situation, considering that Marcus had just dismantled half of his

bodyguards.

"I see…" Jeremy mused "Your little brain has somehow managed to override my

evil genius!"

Marcus growled deeply in response, transforming totally into an enormous golden

dog wearing pants, and took a flying leap- teeth first- into Jeremy, who easily sidestepped

it.

"Too slow, boy!" Jeremy taunted. "I, in all my genius, also happen to be skilled in

combat as well, as, unfortunately, YOU ARE ABOUT TO WITNESS

Jeremy reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out an array of strange, deflated-

looking objects. Using a special pump he also drew from his pocket, he inflated all of

them.

Marcus realized he was staring rather stupidly at the many strange types of balls.

Basketballs, tennis balls, soccer balls, ping pong balls…

His first thought was 'My opponent just had to be a complete idiot…'

That was also his last thought before an explosion right before his face knocked

all the wind out of him.

Through the smoke, he made out the spherical shape and black and white patterns

of a soccer ball rolling back to Jeremy. 'Exploding Soccer Balls? This guy is nuts!'

Marcus thought to himself, charging through the smoke in his werewolf form once more,

claws first.

He swiped at Jeremy with his razor sharp claws and felt it connect. 'Yes!' he

thought. Then, the resulting sound made his heart sink. Clang. The sound of metal on

metal. (Not that his claws were metal anyway. Just extremely sharp)

Marcus grunted as an extremely heavy force pushed him to his knees. What he

saw when the smoke cleared made his heart sink.

Nami.

He had had hit Nami as she was coming out on the deck. She was wearing an

extremely grimy man's shirt , which was in tatters right now, and a blue bra with claw

marks in it. HIS claw marks. The Clima tacts had saved her from his claws.

Jeremy was now holding his claws at bay with one foot. He realized that Marcus

had noticed something which had made him lose his fighting spirit when he no longer

attacked. He turned to look at what ever the thing was.

"Well, well!" He declared, seeing the unconscious form of Nami. Looks like

you've hit your little girlfriend!"

Then, taking advantage of Marcus's despair, Jeremy kicked the soccer ball once

more. The resulting explosion was the Last thing Marcus remembered.

Jeremy deflated the balls and returned them to his pockets. He gave orders to the

few remaining survivors to clean up the ship and throw the two hostages into a cell

belowdeck. He then walked into his own cabin.

As soon as the door was shut, a soft voice spoke to Jeremy from the shadows.

"The boy. You did not know?" It said.

"It's you." Jeremy sounded rather disgruntled.

"Not happy to see me?"

"Not all at… welcome." Jeremy said sarcastically.

You know, you'd show more respect to someone who'd whoop your ass in less

than a second…" The speaker stepped forward.

"Hey, just because you trained under Red-leg Zeff and Whitebeard doesn't make

you the best ever. Nor is it just because you're the youngest bounty hunter in the Grand

Line!" Jeremy said angrily to the masked fourteen year old before him. "And take off

that mask!" Jeremy declared, knowing full well he wouldn't.

The bounty hunter ignored the last statement, as Jeremy knew he would. "But the

fact that you're worth 60 million beli while I'm worth 74 million does." He stated

"Just because you beat Flame fist Ace?" Jeremy retorted. "You just got lucky

back then!"

"Quiet or I'll beat YOU as well."

Jeremy shut up.

"As I was saying," The masked teen continued. "The boy. He's the 'Color-boy'.

You know that, don't you?"

"C-C-Color Boy?" Jeremy gasped in disbelief. "The Color Boy is just a legend!

No one can survive one of the dust storms anyway!"

"This kid did." Came the reply. "I stowed away on their ship. Listen"

Pulling a voice dial from his pocket, The masked teen played the entire

conversation to Jeremy. When he finished, Jeremy's eyes looked ready to pop out of their

sockets. "Then… that means…"

"That's right." The masked teen told him. "If he finds the black prism, you will

die."

'That's… but the Black Prism isn't even a material object!" Jeremy said,

panicking. "How will I stop him? You should know, White falcon, you know!"

"I don't." The white falcon told him. "On account that we were… associated once,

I'll tell you one thing. The Black Prism will never be found... if Pluton and Poseidon

ceases to exist. That is the last line of the legend which has been kept secret for

centuries."

"Pluton and Poseidon?" Jeremy scratched his head. "Then that means…"

"Yep." The white falcon suddenly turned into the bird from which his codename

found it's source. 'Your last hopes are either 30 miles away from here, in Water Seven ,

or back on that little ship whose log pose you just stole. Your choice.'

He perched on the porthole for a while, like he had something else to say.

Finally… "Jeremy… good luck. One week later, I will find you. Please be alive till then."

Saying thus, he flew out over the ocean, leaving Jeremy in a absolute state of

confusion.

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Back on the Going Merry, Zoro pounded his fist against the wall of the storeroom.

'Nami caught! I was too weak, too slow!' Zoro berated himself.

Unbeknownst to him, a pair of eyes which had secretly sprouted from the wall

opposite him were doing the spying for their owner, who was listening outside the door.

The moment Zoro came out from the room, drying his eyes, the eyes had disappeared as

suddenly as their owner.

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Nami awoke to find herself thrown rather unceremoniously into a prison cell.

"Prison? On the sea?" She thought blearily. Then everything which happened

came flooding back. She looked around frantically and finally found Marcus's crumpled

figure lying motionless in a corner.

Nami crawled over to him, despite her own injuries. Her heart ached to see his

injury-streaked body. She dragged him over her lap.

"For me…" She thought. Back on the Going Merry, Jeremy had uncoiled a flying

kick at them. Marcus had stepped in the way and received the full impact. That was he

only memory before waking up the first time.

Then, she remembered something. Turning his body over, Nami found herself

looking directly at the dog's head scar. It was a while before she noticed the salty

tanginess of tears running down her cheeks. It was him. With this scar, there was no

doubt. But, how? How had he stopped aging at age 14?

A hand gently squeezed her cheek. Marcus was awake.

"Don't cry Nami." He said. "You saved me. Here's my chance to do the same for you."

Nami just sobbed harder.

Marcus sat up and pressed her head gently into his bare, muscular chest. In that

instant, A shared, warm emotion passed between the two of them.

Despite Nami's near-rape encounter, she felt that she just had to do this. She

reached her head up- and planted a kiss firmly on Marcus's lips.

To her great surprise and happiness, he didn't reject. Instead, He pushed his

tongue between her lips, deepening the kiss. His tongue scraped the roof of her mouth

and she, responding to his urges, licked the underside of it.

Nami tasted heaven, smelling his manly scent, and she pulled him on top of

her, asking for more.

Fourteen was not a very young age, for Marcus and, in a moment of heated

emotions, he helped her out of her half-shredded bra. For the first time in his fourteen

years, he felt his penis begin to fill with blood, stiffening rapidly.

He knew what he had to do.

Nami cried in ecstasy as his warm tongue ran over her tender nipples, liking the

tiny mounds there and sending shivers of pleasure throughout her entire being. This time,

she again felt an extremely hard something prodding her in the stomach.

He want fully human then, retracting the hairs from all over his body, leaving

only the natural human brown in it's natural places…

Nami wanted to return the pleasure he was giving her, as his hands molded her

breasts and sucking and licking her tits in turn. She plunged her hand deep into his pants

and stroked his stiff member through the fabric of his underwear.

This time, he felt pain as well, but it was the pain of constriction. He swallowed a

moan which would have awakened half the prison guards and helped her to remove his

shorts, leaving them both with naked torsos.

Nami then revered her choice not to put on any underwear that morning, as

Marcus's hand snaked up her thighs and rubbed the bundle of nerves at the opening there,

drawing a quiet moan from her.

Before she knew it, she was totally naked, him straddling her with his erection

extremely visible, straining against his underwear. This time, she didn't squeal. She

wanted it badly, she wanted to see it.

Nami reached one hand down and tentatively groped for the waistband of his

underwear. Marcus gently took her hand and guided it there. She never hesitated, pulling

his underwear off in one quick stroke.

The musky scent of sex reached her nostrils as his cock flung out and slapped

against his belly. She got on her knees and pushed him onto his back. Nami then began

to pleasure him, licking the hair on his balls, up to the head of his dick, which she

greedily sucked into her mouth.

Marcus was lying on his back on the dirty prison cell, scarred with wounds- and

totally in heaven as Nami nuzzled his balls, sucking on his pubic hair ( what little of it,

that is.) finally engulfing his entire shaft in one gulp.

Marcus moaned softly, swallowing his scream. He began to move his hips in sync

with Nami's mouth, moving up and down his dick. Then, slowly, he began to face-fuck

her, moving in and out of her mouth.

'She's touching…. My most private place…' Marcus thought through all the

pleasure. 'And I'm enjoying it…'

Marcus stopped just short of blowing his load and shoved Nami rater roughly

onto her back. Strangely, she didn't seem to mind. There was a look in her eyes. A look

of deep longing.

Marcus knelt over her, his three-inch inflated member throbbing and warm. He

drew her legs up and placed them over his shoulders. Then, he stuck his tongue out and

shoved it into her gaping hole, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her. Now, he stuck his

tongue in and out, sliding his hand up and down his cock.

Nami's eyes looked deeply into him, asking for more. Marcus then inserted two

of his fingers into that gap, probing deeply. He was surprised how tightly her walls

contracted on his finger.

He licked his finger and shoved it into her hole again, adding one more finger.

Then, he found that she was wet. Ready for something bigger.

With her pale, slender legs still over his shoulder, Marcus guided his penis to her

pussy's opening. He poised there for a moment, prodding the opening with the head for a

while. Then, taking a deep breath, he shoved that three-inch pole all the way in with one

thrust.

Nami never felt so good in her life. His cock which was thicker than it was long,

penetrated to her very core, filling every space within her it could reach. The feeling

intensified when he started to lick her nipples, using teeth and tongues.

"Marcus… Harder…" she whimpered. "Stick it in… give it to me, Harder!"

Marcus obliged, increasing the intensity and frequency of his thrusts as

controlled his dick not to come right then.

She climbed on top of him and began to rock her hips, in time with his very thrust

and the only sound from the night was Nami's quiet whimpering and the steady slap of

Marcus's hairy ballsac on her rear.

A range of thoughts played itself through her head. 'I'm having sex with a

stranger. Who is he? Do I really even know him?'

Eventually, she gave up and got lost in all the pleasure, her boobs bouncing

seductively as she rocked on top of his cock.

"Awww… yesssss" Marcus hissed, as his balls tightened on reaching the point of

no return. For the first time in his life, he had felt an orgasm. Thick ropes of semen

spurted out of his dick and splattered the walls of her pussy.

Nami then came as well, as her juices overflowed and covered Marcus's muscular

and sweat-slicked body. The feeling was intense for both of them- it was their first time.

There they lay for a while, with him still inside her.

Finally, he pulled his flaccid dick out of her and they both stared at each other's

naked bodies as after play. Nami's body was a perfect hourglass, she had a small mound

of reddish pubic hair as well. Her tits were a healthy pink (Marcus could no believe he'd

just sucked on them.) And her boobs were humongous. Marcus caressed them gently,

moving his posture. "Go on, have a good look." He told her in turn, earning a reddish

flush from her cheeks.

Marcus's own body was extremely well-cut for his age, mostly because of his

pirate experience on Shanks's ship before he was caught by the dust storm. His

underarms were just sprouting a few strands of hair though. Besides this, His torso was

muscular and looked extremely sexy, slicked with sweat. His abs were clearly defined as

well, also sweat slicked. Nami would have gladly have another round with him if she

hadn't been so tired. His legs were muscular, not much fat at all, and between the legs,

his ultimate treasure, which she revered. That stiff cock which brought her so much

pleasure, though flaccid now was still wet from her and was covered with a thin sheen of

dark pubic hair.

Nami, feeling exhausted, threw herself into Marcus's lap, where his dick poked

against her leg. She knew he wouldn't mind. Then, yawing, they embraced one final time.

They slept through the night.

To be continued…

I think the ending is sucky don't you?

Oh yeah! HEY! If you guys don't review i'm not posting the next chapter! (Just kidding)