Chapter 6
Mystery lay on the bed that Zolo had kindly given her. She knew she would have to go somewhere else eventually but, for now this was like heaven. Sleeping on the floor for the past year had been her only option when she had worked for that bastard Bandit. He had treated her like dirt but, he had given her a home. Bandit had asked her to steal one day, and she had refused but he had threatened to kick her out. So she had, and she'd found that she was good at it. Then one day she had accidentally committed an unforgivable crime. She had killed a young boy. An innocent little boy who had done nothing wrong. He was simply in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Mystery let a tear slide down her cheek.
Flashback
Flitting in and out of the shadows, the bag over her shoulder already bulging with a successful haul, the first of the night. She skittered around in the dark, her feet not even making a sound on the cold concrete. She ran towards the address she had memorised before coming. Bandit was expecting her back by 5 this morning and if she didn't deliver, it was either a lashing, or kicked out on her butt, depending on what she had stolen that night. There, the house was a beauty. It was a tall mansion, and it looked vaguely familiar, but She dismissed it as she crept up toward the window. Peeking in she saw a small lounge chair and a large TV in the corner. All was quiet. Quietly pulling out a small, sharp knife, she carved out the sides of the window at the frame, slight squeaking noises sounding ten times louder in the silence. Finally, the window came away and Mystery slipped inside. There was loot everywhere, gold, silver, jewellery. Pictures of a happily married couple lined the mantelpiece over the fireplace. There was also toys on the floor, indicating that a young boy lived there as well. She stole through the house. The loot in the lounge room would have to wait until last, what she really needed was Berri's, lots and lots of Berri's. She had an innate feeling that they were up on the second floor. She halted as a slight creak echoed from the stairway. A light flicked on and she faded back into the shadows. A little boy wandered down, obviously looking for something. She pushed herself up against the wall and then hissed as a picture rattled along the wall and fell down. The boy looked over and then hurried toward her. "Who's there?" he asked quietly. She didn't answer, instead she faded further into the darkness. The boy, unfortunately saw her and he paused. She narrowed her eyes.
"You should be in bed." she hissed and then smiled. "Go on"
"You should be too." he said and then eyed her suspiciously. "You're a burglar, aren't you." She gasped and then darkness. Nothing except one single piercing scream that rang through the night. Blood on her hands, sitting in an alleyway she didn't remember running down and a picture of the boy's face implanted permanently inside her mind. It was well past the time when she was supposed to be back at Bandit's but, she didn't seem to be able to move. A scream from the house and she howled, her rage and fear and sadness burning through her like a tongue of flame.
Mystery shivered, holding in the scream that was lodged in her throat. Her hand tightened on the covers and she bit her lip, tears pouring down her face and forming a wet spot on the blanket beneath her. This was wrong, she needed to be away. She was starting to remember. She got up and walked towards the door. Her hands shook as she opened it and then wiped away the tears. A face appeared in front of her. Sanji again. He was about to offer her a cake when he noticed the tears on her face.
"Hey, why are you crying?" he asked. Mystery took a step back and placed a hand over her mouth. "If it's about getting annoyed at Luffy, don't worry, what you did was entirely normal." Sanji said. Mystery's ears didn't seem to be working. She couldn't hear anything and all she could see was his lips moving and then turning upward in a smile. Mystery's head swam and then cleared again and suddenly everything was fine. This was not normal. Sanji was still in front of her. Who could she talk to? She didn't know anyone on this ship, except Zolo. Could she talk to him? Well, she could try.
"Excuse me. I need to talk with Roronoa." she said and gently pushed past Sanji. Sanji growled slightly and went back to the kitchen.
You are a murderer. You killed him and made her think she did it. She was innocent the whole time!
"Get over it. She deserved it after how many people she killed on that island." The voice belonged to a tallish man with silvery blonde hair and handsomely tanned skin. Long fingernails clicked together in a musical pattern that wasn't quite identifiable. The vivid green eyes flashed as they changed to a gorgeous deep blue.
So, she doesn't even remember that. And if she does then she will surely not do it again. She saved your life!
"Saved my life! Ha! If she hadn't been there in the first place none of that would have happened." the voice said, his tone rising in anger. The eyes changed again to the deep blue.
Leave her alone. It's not her fault.
The eyes changed again to the vivid green.
"Look, if you keep insisting on this I'm going to just kill her straight out instead of just trying to turn her"
Blue.
…Fine. But don't harm her. She did save our lives, whether it was her fault or not.
Green.
"Whatever. Leave me alone." he said and then leaned back into the darkness, the eyes staying the vivid green.
Strange no? Well. More will be explained later on.
