Disclaimer- I don't own any of this 'cept for Reia and Tor. And the island. (s) Enjoy!

A/n: I messed up in the first chapter. Torikki's mom is the "doctor's"....Daughter! All right, back to the story. Fun!

---Chapter Two---

Torikki leaned onto the brick wall as the market traffic went past him. The smell of roasting meat and rice mingled in the air with the dirt kicked up by buyers. His mouth thinned as one of the people around him stumbled onto him. He kept silent and adjusted his black scarf, which hid his conspicuous purple hair. As he peered around at the dock nearby, his companion walked over.

"Nice shades, Tor." Torikki grabbed the guy's cloak.

"Don't call me by that again, you filth." He spat onto the cobblestones and stalked away. The guy he grabbed went over to a circle of six, similarly dressed people.

"Something's bugging him, I know it," the guy said conspiratorially. The other six chuckled darkly, one looking over her shoulder to look at Torikki. He had distanced himself from the group, folding his arms and looking at the sun, hidden in the clouds. As it peeked out, happy to be free, Torikki finally stood alone on the dock. He lowered his head and moved into the building's shadow, pushing up his shades. The sun hid again, and the group of seven returned.

"He's not like us, no matter what Alucard says," the woman told them. This time they all looked over at Torikki, and he in turn looked at them, his glasses falling slightly to reveal his pale, yellow eyes glaring at them. The group looked away and shuddered. Suddenly, Torikki looked up sharply, staring out at the sea, his black trench coat whipping in the wind. One of the guys in the group nudged the other one and pointed at the trench coat. "Cloaks are so much better." Torikki walked over to them and whispered,

"It is time."

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"Hey guys, we're almost there, get ready. Now who's gonna stay back on the ship?" Nami looked around imperiously at the Straw Hats. They all shrugged as they sat on the ship's rail or the deck, clutching their packs. Zoro was oblivious, lost in dream world, but the others were amusing themselves with dice. Sanji watched amusedly, and Nami's eyes narrowed in calm fury but she was stopped by Reia.

"I can stay back," Reia volunteered, juggling some apples. Nami raised an eyebrow. "But what about the money?"

"Oh, I'll get it somehow. I want to explore this forest first, anyways," Reia added as an afterthought. Nami nodded and turned to the rest of them. Usopp scratched his curly hair as he mumbled to Chopper about weighed dice.

"Okay, time to go. C'mon!" Nami smiled and waved to Reia as she jumped off onto the orange sand. Nico's face lit up as she disembarked, and the Straw Hats started chatting animatedly when they started to enter the forest, heading towards the city. Reia placed her hands onto the ship's rail, waving to them, then turned around, sighing. What to do, what to do...

A thought entered her brain and she liked it very much. Besides, it wouldn't bother anybody, there wasn't anyone around. Reclining on the slim rail, she managed to stay on and raised an arm, the blue sleeves falling slightly. She pointed to the sandy ground and started twirling her finger, like mixing in a bowl. The sun beat down, and the palm trees started to rustle in the strange wind. It was a summer island, that was certain, but a gloom hung over it. She looked over at the swirling sand, thinking.

Her power had a radius of three miles...It would never run out, unless by tiring...Her head spun, as did the sand, furiously.

"Ugh..." she sat up and let her tongue hang out. This was too complicated. She shook her head as if it could clear her thoughts and reached for her leather-bound red book, a glass dome on the cover.

Maybe I shouldn't be too dependent on my powers, she thought to herself. Shrugging, she opened the book and started reading; all the while a tiny, blue, sandstorm swept the beach, the ant families scrambling for their lives, leaving behind their homes. The mini whirlwind turned in circles in the same direction Reia turned her finger.

"Why did they have to dock all the way out here?!" An exasperated voice reached her ears. She looked up, searching the forest, then with a wave of her hand, disappeared.

"How unusual. A goat as a figurehead?" a cloaked figure said mockingly as it stepped from the forest. It was joined by seven more, but one figure stood out. He wore a black, leather trench coat and sunglasses. The...scarf...wrapped around his head hid most of his -purple?- spiky hair and his demeanor looked very placid. Arms crossed, he leaned onto a palm tree trunk while the others surveyed their surroundings.

"What is this terror?!" one of them cried. All eyes turned to the one-meter high whirlwind, spinning around. Reia gasped softly and waved an invisible hand. The strangers froze as the sand settled and the young man in the coat looked up, eyes darting across the ship, his ear cocked. The tied end of the scarf flew over one shoulder as his head turned.

"Who's there..." he said softly. The cloaked figures brought up their heads from examining the sand and looked around, sniffing.

"The ship's not deserted, Torikki," one of them hissed. Torikki kept staring at the ship, glasses hiding his eyes and the scarf fluttering in the wind,solemn as a statue. A very handsome statue. The sun glinted off his sunglasses, dark circles of nothing. The others stirred restlessly, moving closer to the ship.

"Not empty, eh? We'll make sure it is when we're done with it," a figure cackled, licking its lips. As they drew closer, Reia shook her head slowly. Whatever these people had in mind, it looked like suicide. She could handle them.

Flexing her fingers, she spread them and wiggled them, loopy blue energy blasting out of them, only seen by her. The figures fell back after getting hit, but struggled to their feet, snarling.

"What the hell was that?!" one growled. The others started cracking their knuckles, and jumped onto the ship, but were pushed off and fell to the sand near a still Torikki. He regarded them with distaste.

"A little ghost scaring you off the ship? How sad," he jeered them. Their hoods fell back to reveal black hair and pallid faces, all looking a bit hollow and thin. Some male, some female, it didn't matter, they all bared their teeth at Torikki and stood up, sand flying.

Reia leapt down and pushed forward, the strangers backing up. One punched out wildly and felt something, then gestured to the others. They dog piled onto Reia, but felt nothing. Spinning, she threw them in different directions. What battle was this? They didn't gain anything, always returning, but she didn't gain anything either, always throwing them away. Before the minutes passed, Reia knew this was a deadlock.

The sand flew into her attackers's eyes, but they didn't care. The only sound heard as they fought was a scuffling and muffled grunts as they were hit. Oddly enough, they never seemed hurt as they rebounded, battle ready. Reia glanced at the young man near the palm tree. He was looking intently at the sky, almost like he was waiting. Waiting for what? Reia gasped as one of the people fell right through her. This fight baffled her, and she shook her head.

"Damn it, diiiiie you freaksssss!" Reia yelled in frustration. More like "gurgled".. This startled her attackers, but one of them, a male, sneered evilly.

"One problem, dolly." He snarled as his punch went through her.

"We don't." Reia cocked her head inconfusion as more fighting ensued. She spun, shedding cloaked figures, when suddenly, something bright shone in her eyes, making her wince and raise an arm up. Sadly, the arm was invisible, the result blinding her. She fell to her knees, turning back with a "whiff".

"Oh God, my eyes!" she moaned. With a start she remember her enemies and struck out blindly, but didn't hear any grunts. Instead, a hoarse screaming had started, more voices joined in, and she opened her eyes, looking around wildly. Everything was bright yellow and white, and she could barely discern what was happening. The attackers around her were...disentigrating?!

Reia blinked, and the world returned back to normal. Well, not quite. The strangers were gone. Except for...

"You?!" Reia exclaimed, falling on her rump. Torikki glanced down at her, the corners of his lips turning up slightly. Surprisingly, it wasn't a sneer. His face turned serious and he took off his sunglasses, his eyes closed while he polished them. Rubbing his temples, he placed them back on, and with a shrug, he looked back at her.

"Welcome to the Devil's Island, ghost pirate." With a tip of his scarf-clad, purple head, he vanished into the shadows. Was all of this deliberate? Reia fell back onto the sand, looking up at the sky. All this was too sudden for her...She felt like she was going to pass out. With a sigh, she jumped back onto the bridge, thinking of cloaks and trench coats the whole time. She couldn't wait for the others to come back.

"No way am I gonna volunteer to stay behind again. Ever." She emphasized the statement with a smack of her head onto the mast with a groan.

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A/N: I'm so sorry if this chapter seemed weird, i ended it with a killer headache, the first i've ever experienced. First time for everything, right? And semester exams tomorrow! mOre! YES! moan If you ever had a headache, please relate urs to this. Ugh.....thank's for your patience. ## Moan