Ten ---
"What happened to her," Nami's voice woke me from my slumber, or whatever I had been in. My eyes though refused to open. It was hard, but holding my head up seemed to difficult. I could only muster a soft moan, moving into the warmth that surrounded me.
"I'm not really sure," Luffy's voice came moments after Nami's. I could feel a hand fall on my forehead and then there was an instant where the music cut through every… and then a velvet voice stopped the hustle of the room.
"Blue," Atlas says rubbing his thumb over my forehead. My eyes open a little. He smiles a little and then shakes his head. Looking behind him at Luffy, "Can you go get Anex; she went down the docks to the smaller merchant ship…." Luffy nods and salutes before him and Usopp run out of the room, that I now knew as the small room Nami had given for me to stay in. Her maps were spread out over the small desk in the corner, and Nami herself stood next to it, her arms crossed and her face worried. I look back at Atlas; he was looking right down at me like he was deciphering a puzzle. As I look back at him, his eyes soften and Nami silently leaves the room; she was the only one left.
I remotely reach up and touch his cheek, my hand remaining stationary on his face. His tan skin different from the deathly pale tone of mine. "Atlas?" He smiles, and before I could understand it, he was crying.
"What happened to you Blue?" I shake my head and sit up a slightly. "What happened to my little Song?"
I hadn't seen it happening. How could you see the darkening of your own eyes with the hate of another? One that though you loved with every fiber of your being, you hated. It was a confused hate. Something you didn't understand. How can you see the lightening of your hair, like a shadow had been lifted from above you and now the sun poured over it, even the light of the star-lit moon lightening the strands? How can you see the growth of your skin as it paled and shown like that star-lit moon. How, how could I had known, Atlas? How, How can I tell you that I wasn't your little song anymore?
Eleven ---
The whisper in the trees. The words of a song. They weren't always the same to me. The wind over the oceans changed the day he touched me. I never knew his name. I never saw him again. I never wanted to. I left that place that he had infected me. That little town called Pyson. I forgot what I had been before, forgot even my name. I gave into what he had made me though, and sometimes with I did remember so I could thank him. I replaced the things I had forgotten with new things. Things I would want to remember. My name became Blue, like the ocean that I followed to find my new home, my surname became Song, the like the music in my head. My life, my home, my family, became that rogue patch of make-shift pirates. All so different, like me.
But there was one thing that I could never forget. It was the pain that I remember that first night as I slept in the small cottage next to the sea. That night, and the pain it brought me. I didn't sleep. Instead I was tortured in the worst way possible: with utter silence. When he made me, first he carved the sound from my ears and took away my hearing. He was a magic man, that much I was willing to remember. And he was evil, that much I could never forget. I woke form the unconscious sleep I had been in to hear the most beautiful sound in the world, the first note of my everlasting song. And, I awoke to have my hand pulled from my side and drawl close to that face that my memory had long ago forgotten. The feeling of his lips slowly grazing my fingers made me sick with anxiety. I know I cried… I don't know when the first tear fell though. He lifted me with my hand and I stood next to him, looking up as he was so large to me then. He smiled and it was then that I noticed the power of my song; he didn't have to speak for me to know what he wanted to say. What he never did say.
And then I fell back into unconsciousness and when I woke the next time, the small cottage was empty. The Magic man was gone, and I now longer could hear words.