The lost ones story

by BombBoyxD

We all know the story, a person from our world is put into a fantasy one. But what if the person has no clue what to do? What if their insert has affected them deeply? This is a story of Monkey D Lucy a person who doesn't even know if she should exist, as she struggles to figure out what to do now. A realistic approach to the whole conundrum of SI in my opinion. Dif devil fruit Luf

7. Jungle survival 2

I got no responses from my last chapter, which made me panic and think I screwed up but it can't be helped. The reason this Is a week later is due to burn out. I got so into writing that it ate up everything else so on Tuesday I just decided to have a bit of time not spent at my desk. To avoid future burn out I will endeavor to get two chapters out a week, and as compromise extended their length to 6,000 from my usual target of 4,000. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter, it might seem like filler from the true start of the childhood saga, but Lucy needs to face trials to build up mental resilience. The main strength of Luffy, otherwise she probably won't be able to deal with the story.

Writing in italics

Techniques and devil fruits in underline

I DON'T OWN ONE PIECE, and I never will

Chapter 7 start:

Middle of day 2 in rainforest-

It took Lucy hours to traverse down the not-mango tree. Her heavy bag weighing her down on aching shoulders, though compared to her main problem it was not really the most significant issue. Despite the muddy water somewhat quenching her thirst and the not-mango filling her stomach she was still hungry, dehydrated and tired. A horrible combination when trying to descend mossy branches with a backpack full of fruit on your back. To make matters worse the slight push that motivated her to take the climb was gone as well, now that she had the prize in her hands. Twice Lucy almost fell to her death, only luck and a quick reaction speed saving her from falling onto the jungle floor.

But eventually her feet hit the ground and she let out a sigh of relief before crumpling into a pile of bones. Lucy had no intention of moving from her spot, back leaning against the large not-mango tree but she did intend to fill her stomach.

Another issue she found with this world was her appetite, she though it was just because Luffy was rubber that he had the capacity to each so much but it seemed that theory was out the window. At age five Lucy ate as much food in this world as the last one, and in that world she was twenty year old man who still enjoyed the benefits of a high metabolism to its fullest. Needless to say imagine her surprise at her outrageously large appetite, and, while it wasn't an issue with a steady stream of food curtesy Makino, in this forsaken forest she was running on empty.

In the back of Lucy's mind she remembered the scene when Luffy physically aged due to lack of food until Sanji gave him a burrito. She did not want to end up dying from an inhumanly high metabolic rate, that would only lead to whatever cruel thing the Gods wanted to torment her with next.

Now she had found how to activate her devil fruit, Lucy imagined all the things she could inflict on her grandfather as retribution. Get stronger her ass. He also put only a small ration bar in her pack, which stated her hunger for around an hour, another dic* move

The metal buckle which held her backpack closed opened with minimal resistance exposing the seven not-mango's that laid inside like treasure from a chest. Without much fanfare, considering she was too tired for it anyway, she grasped the top one dragging it out in front of her as she set her back pack of to the side. For a moment Lucy's hand stayed towards the combat knife in the top section of the back and then she remembered.

'I am a human knife'

Which in her opinion was really weird to think about, never had she gone to herself and gone 'someday into the future I want to be able to split everything in half with my bear hand' which kinda was the purest explanation of devil fruits in her opinion. A fruit that just made you something completely unhuman and you had to pick up the pieces. You had to figure what that left you.

A stomach rumble broke her out of her thoughts, and she noticed the fruit just staring back at her. For a second Lucy could taste the slight sweetness from the one earlier. It might have been a horrible survival tactic but right now Lucy didn't care, she was going to eat every single one of the yellow god sends. With her mind set she placed the fruit on the floor just in front of her between her spread legs.

Now that she knew the secret to understanding her power, of how to activate it on command she could utilize it just like any other survival tool. It was arguably her best asset, all it took was a command and everything around her could be cut with no resistance. Her mental break through on the branch had turned her seemingly unwieldly dud of a power into one that might just possible equal the Rubber-Rubber fruit.

With her power at her disposal she raised her hand like a karate chop above the fruit then in a swift motion brought it down till it touched the skin of the non-mango and in an instant the fruit was split cleanly in two. The two sides rolled onto their curved backs saving much of the red flesh from the dirt on the ground much to Lucy's joy. Though considering she had literally drank mud, or close enough to mud, that seemed to be secondary at this point. Still it was the little things in Lucy's opinion that made the world slightly better and she needed every little thing she could get.

Picking up one half of the now divided fruit Lucy ran into an inconvenience, mainly that it was a pain in the ass to eat due to its size. Not wanting to swing her arm about every time she wanted to cut something Lucy decided instead to test a theory. Instead of using her hand to act as the medium between her power and the desired object she used a finger instead. Holding the fruit in her hand Lucy flicked her index finger towards it and low and behold the fruit still split in two. Based on this observation Lucy realized that her power only required her to make the motion, with what body part mattered not. In a matter of seconds after she took one of the quarters she had diced it into three parts. All bite size and with her stomach egging her on she devoured each in quick fashion.

The rest of the divided fruit met the same fate, as did the rest stored in her backpack. The high water content of the fruit dealt with her dehydration, the sustenance filled a part of gaping hunger but the greatest part was not the water or sustenance. It was the sugar. Naturally as a water based fruit it had a lot of sugar in the form of fructose (I think) which dealt with the slight tiredness. It provided a much needed sugar push that overpowered her previous exhaustion of running and trekking through this jungle. But it had cost her all the hard earned food she had climbed the tree to get, considering that she had found no clue of when she would hit human civilization again Lucy needed more food… a lot of food. Her outrageous appetite had crippled her stamina and that was after one day, ONE DAY!

With the energy rush in her body, she had the necessary strength to go looking for more food. That ran into a problem in that if she went after stating her own bodily necessities then she wouldn't get a step closer to finding Foosha village again. Look at all the time she had spent trying to find water and get food, it was the middle of the afternoon and all she had to show for the day was a muddy puddle and eight fruit. The moment night came around she would be forced to bunker down as the nocturnal predators came out to play, and this time she wasn't making the mistake of lighting her fire so late. That limited how much time she could move today, probably four hours. But then she would spend the night without food or water and be stuck in exactly the same position tomorrow as she was today. It was a catch 22 in that if she wanted to advance she needed food and water, but that ate up into her true goal of getting back to the Party's bar and quartering the man who held the title of her 'grandfather'.

As her mental debate carried on her gaze unconsciously looked upwards and a simple thought crossed her mind, there's food up there. In the trees around her where the perhaps hundreds of the not-mango's all swinging up in the air. They seemed to hit the ground with a splat but if she caught them...then right above her head was a reliable source of energy.

'Truly a fruit sent by heaven, perhaps they were sorry for dumping me in this hell hole' Lucy thought with a smile on her face ''If they believe a fruit is enough to repay me for everything they done then their clearly not omnipotent'' she muttered out loud to no one but herself, still it did eliminate some of the tension from her mind. Now she had a goal, and for the first time the right tool for the job. So she got under a cluster of the yellow fruit and with the mental image of the green stalks in her mind jerked her hand in a crude imitation of a slice…

…nothing happened.

Realizing that none of the fruits were falling she simply stared in confusion. Then she did the full arm motion of a cut thinking it was a result of her half-heartedness, still nothing happened. Lucy simply stared at the fruit and in growing desperation swung her arm back and forth commanding her power to activate. After half a minute of frantic karate chopping the air she stopped, and she thought 'what the fu*k?!'

The confidence that had manifested as a result of finally having a break through on her power was gone. She was back to square one again with a dud of a power that wouldn't activate on command. And with it the supply of food she wanted to get. Of course she could climb up another and get more, but her backpack could only hold seven at a time and it took her hours to climb up and down the trees. Hours she didn't have if she wanted to make progress today.

Most importantly was her unresponsive power, though. It was, if it worked, her greatest asset and would be her most important tool. But on a deeper level it stung that she got her hopes up for it in the first place, for a moment it was something she could see great potential with. Based on her observations of its power at Party's bar and later on Higuma's arm it showcased a level of destruction unparalleled. Sure, some fruits were flashier but with a simple wave of her hand she could theoretically cut mountains in half. Hell there was currently no defenses against it, any defensive countermeasures would be partitioned as well. It had the capacity to rival Mihawk with a simple wave of a hand. AND IT DIDN'T WORK!

At her anger she swung her arm at tree closest to her, the one she was standing under with the belief it would lead to more food. The creaking broke her out of her thoughts as the tree beside her slid down a diagonal line in the trunk. After around three seconds of sliding the top of the tree fully fell of the bottom and with its momentum slammed into the ground away from her.

Lucy stared at the tree in silence confused, until she looked at the stump and saw the angle of the cut followed roughly the path of her swing. Indicating that she partitioned it in her anger. So did her power work or not work?! Why did she have a power that made no sense?!

Instead of throwing another fit and getting nowhere, she walked to the next tree along and with the knowledge that her power still worked she attempted to cut the fruit of the their stems again. She met no response again as she waved her hand around like a fool again. But this time she had idea, perhaps the issue was not that she couldn't activate her ability but a rule, a limit, forbid her use of it. As such she turned to a vine running in front of her and with a flick of her finger partitioned it in two, the bottom part falling to the ground with a swish. Now that she had devised that it was not her fault in the ability's failure to activate but a condition of her power she relaxed again. Lucy once again had control of her power, and that meant an awful lot right now. Still that begged the question that if she was limited on…range for the lack of a better word. What was her range limit?

Lucy was not a scientist, but she'd done enough experiments in secondary school to understand the premise. As such she walked over to her stuff and grabbed her make shift spear. It was long enough to pass the one meter mark and as such could be used as a pseudo ruler due to its straightness. Propping it up against a tree she figured out roughly where the one meter mark was and with a finger on the wood portioned a grove in a straight-ish line. The thought in the back of her mind that thought she would split the whole tree in half again was silenced at the display. It seemed that her power could be controlled in output, which was really good considering she didn't want to destroy everything she utilized her power on. With this revelation she carefully marked a grove in her spear turned ruler at the one meter from the bottom.

Taking a step back she looked at the grove and then tried to duplicate it roughly a meter up at two meters. It wasn't correct at all, not even close but it worked for a field test. When she got home she could purchase a ruler and properly experiment it to the exact cm's but beggars can't be choosers. She quickly repeated the process five times and at the sixth meter nothing happened. Just to make sure it wasn't a misfire or anomalous result Lucy repeated the sixth meter twice more and still nothing happened and as such it seemed to her that her limit was the five meters roughly. If her limit vertically up was five meter then it made sense to her that her limit horizontally and vertically down was five meters as well. A sphere with her at its center.

Still this was not something that could be trivialized she thought, and all limits of her most powerful asset must be know…least she over or underestimate her power. As such she stepped back from the tree and walked into a little clearing a little ways off where the trees where less dense. With her one foot still on the ground like netball players she did a 360° on the spot with her hands out in a T-pose. The ground in a perfect circle roughly around five meters from her location had a large dip like someone had taken a gardening trawl and dug it up. The hole must have been a foot deep and ten centimeters across. All the soil that once inhabited the space was separated on both sides of the hole she realized. At that realization she realized another factor of her fruit, that the material she partitioned had to go somewhere. She wasn't creating or destroying matter only separating them, so the dirt was pushed out the hole with no were else to go.

In the last five minutes of experiments she had figured more about her fruit than all the weeks she had had the bloody thing. But that didn't solve her food shortage, no matter how good it felt. All the fruit was still in the tree and five meters was not enough to reach them…unless she desired to climb the trees again. That left two options she could leave and try search for a different source of food, or chop down one of these trees…

Lucy looked to the tree she had chopped down in anger and a thought broke through her musing 'why am I so blind?'

Many of the fruit were naturally squashed in the fall, caught between the tree's hard bark and an unforgiving floor. Their red flesh spilling all over the place and a collection of insects had swarmed the opportunity of an easy meal. Still Lucy noticed that some of the not-mango's where still in one piece and collected as many as her bag would allow. With that task done she walked over to her spear grasping it from where it lay against her measuring tree, took her compass from the top pocket rechecked which way to go and set off again.

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The path along in the jungle was hard, more obstacles popped up from thin air to stop her again and again in her tracks. A significant portion of them being animals much to Lucy's surprise. Before many of the obstacles had been geographical in nature and with a sudden shift she suspected that up ahead was the reason for the greater biodiversity concentration. Not even an hour later she found a river flowing south east according to her compass. As Bear Grills once said, most rivers lead to civilization and if not then to the sea. Shanks had taken her along large sections of the coastal path and as such she had great knowledge of it. Knowing this she started following it downstream but not after taking a much needed drink.

While she didn't have her cantina anymore the water was shallow enough to be crocodile free much to her enthusiasm. In fact the river rushed over rocks and pebbles in a complex set of mini waterfalls and little pools which was beautiful if not for the fact her geography described rivers like this were near their sources. As Lucy drank with abandon of the crystal water she complemented what this meant. All this time in her search for water and food, in her dehydration she had headed south along the mountains and not towards the south east towards Foosha village. She had gone south east at the start she was sure of it meaning that in effect she had trekked in a large semi-circle southward. She was no closer to her goal than she was yesterday.

The cool spring water fully stated the gnawing dehydration she had gained over the day. The puddle and fruit had helped but they were temporary. Now she had a water source right next to her at all times, it seemed as if her catch 22 was partially resolved.

She followed the river for the remainder of the day until the shadows lengthened and despite twilight giving the false sense of security at this point Lucy knew how fast black out followed. She'd rather not have a repeat performance of yesterday, struggling to light a fire as the sounds of hungry predators got closer and closer. As such she found a little area along the bank of the small river which was easily defendable, a small little over crop had provided a small roofed cave. Truth be told it only went a couple of feet back but considering it better than nothing Lucy decided to build a fire with her flint and steel just in front. Rivers naturally brought thirsty predators, and if what she remembered was true then some of the animals in this jungle were insane.

It took her slightly longer to get a spark than she wanted, but it lit so she had no complaints. As the twilight faded and the only things she could see became the dim glow of her surroundings basked in the yellow glow of her fire. Along with the darkness came the sounds the howls and cries of the nightlife as they clambered from whatever nest they spent the day in to come out and play. Their chorus like the night before reverberated in every direction just out of eye sight.

Lucy grasped her spear like before and settled in for another sleepless night.

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Day three around mid-morning:

A slight tug of her hand woke her up, slowly and with great effort the crust that cemented her eyes shut gave way. For a moment a wave of nausea took over, her stomach rebelling against a lack of food. Eventually the slight fog cleared from her mind as the tugging carried on more and more frantically. It seemed that she had fallen asleep, the last thing she remembered was the quite bubble of the creak and the swish of trees in the night. It probably was closer to morning than evening in the early hours of the morning.

A chattering sound made her turn her head towards whatever was tugging her hand…only to find a group(?) of monkeys rummaging through her bag. It seemed one had desired to take it outright but her hand had somehow grasped a shoulder strap in her sleep.

…

''What the hell!'' Lucy shouted in confusion, still slightly asleep as she jerked her body upright from the slouch it had rested in. The monkeys, who had not only the flint and steal but also the compass and medical kit too, reacted as one would expect they retreated to…by running away at full speed with their stolen goods and up a tree as they howled in warning. The fog of tiredness delayed her reaction enough that in the end the only thing Lucy could do was watch as the little thieves scampered away to freedom, with her stuff in too.

When the thought that perhaps she might need a compass and a med kit crossed her mind, the fog lifted and she scrambled to her feet…forgetting that the little cave had a roof and then proceeded to smack her head into the packed earth. This caused a clump of it to break off from the roof and sprinkle onto her hair and body. The sharp pain of blunt force trauma quickly dispelled any lingering sleep and in a fit of clumsiness she almost tripped in an effort to follow the monkeys.

They were all congregated on the top branches of the nearby trees staring down at her with what seemed to be amusement in Lucy's opinion as they howled at each other in an orchestra of noise that aggravated her now throbbing headache.

In perhaps one of her more stupid ideas caused by the pounding of her head she decided the only way to bring the monkey down to her was to chop down the trees. She didn't know how long she spent utilizing her new found power to cause deforestation but by the end of it the bank had a lot more open sky, she'd almost died from falling trees twice and she'd scared the monkeys off.

The nausea hit her like a brick then, the lack of food and sleep combining to bring her to her knees. For all that the fruit did, its calorie content was nowhere enough to equal her stupidly high metabolism. The sugar rush that followed eating them had dissipated leaving that gaping hole in her stomach to once again reminded her of its existence.

After the waves calmed down she staggered towards the little cave, passing the burnt out remnants of what was her fire to the interior that held what was left of her possessions. With little left to do she opened the main compartment, the monkeys had opened the secondary compartment to get at her tools. Inside was only her small combat knife gleaming back at her. As she stared at the contents of what was left of her survival kit the only thought was 'God fu*king damit…damit…DAMIT!'

All her progress wiped away in an instant, all her food…all her tools… gone…just gone. How could she start fires know? How would she navigate? Sure there was the stream but who knows where that went but the sea…what if she got injured? She didn't even have a medical kit anymore.

In the end she sat with her knees raised to her chin back against the cold dirt wall as she half stared at the little river bubbling along. Lost with no way forward, she receded into her own mind. The shell that Shanks had shattered started to enclose her mind again. And for the first time since the Red haired captain had gifted Lucy with his light, she descended once again to the darkness of her doubts.

Lucy didn't keep track of the time, it must have been a while but stuck in her thoughts she didn't really care. The only thing that really bothered her was the cramp of her stomach but even that was swept under the rug as Lucy simply, didn't, care.

'I'm not Luffy…I can't do the things he can…I don't have his determination…or his luck…or his immense survival skill…I'm not that person. I'm just a failure who falls apart when things get rough…why the hell does the universe have it out for me?' She thought. In the end everything she did ended in a mess, her devil fruit, her 'fight' with Higuma hell even her life here was a mess. And for a moment it was all going so well, for a moment the world looked brighter. She finally had a power to call her own, and yet it all still fell apart.

In the end nothing ever works out.

'Lucy' a small part of her mind said, 'Lucy' it repeated in the voice of …Shanks she thought quite clearly going mad. 'What now' she thought with sad amusement 'am I also suffering multiple personality syndrome?' It was another thing to add to the bucket list. But still the part of her that Shanks left behind refused to be silent and it kept saying 'Lucy' over and over till she got annoyed at it enough to break through her misery and say 'WHAT?' back at it. Seemingly with her acknowledgment at its existence it carried on 'I can guarantee you will find a place where you can look around and go 'yes, this is the place' in your heart' in exactly the same tone Shanks had used. So now she was not only mad but her multiple personality was quoting Shanks back at her. It couldn't get much worse than this, stuck in the middle of the rain forest with nothing as she slowly lost her mind.

At her acknowledgment of her mental alter self it quieted down which in Lucy's opinion was perfect because having 'Lucy' repeated every second was a pain in the ass. It didn't help that she was tired, hungry and low on energy. Which now that she thought about it might be why there were voices in her head. As she continued to look at the river she commented back 'there's no place in this world for me' Shanks meant well but she would always belong to a different one.

Something inside her heart cried out in pain at the thought, at the thought that she would never belong. The slight drizzle she had only just noticed as she exited her mind grew into a downpour of water. The cave she had commandeered as a base preventing her from getting wet but still the heavens cried with her admission.

As she stared at the rain lashing the ground like waves against a cliff, something changed. It was not noticeable from the outside, not even to Lucy herself, but as the pain of her admission died down it fortified itself in her heart. It was a simple thought that Shanks had unknowingly sparked into existence, the idea she wanted to belong, somewhere in this world a place to call her own. A destiny to call her own. A purpose to exist here…with friends to share smiles with. That part of her struggled against the darkness that had clouded her head… that she was never meant to belong…that it didn't matter and it never would.

The sudden flash rain start to slowly drizzle out, first from a torrent to normality to even less. That thought broke through as she stared at the rain 'but what about your promise?' She didn't respond lost in her own thoughts so it carried on 'Didn't you promise Shanks you would find your own path? Giving up so easily, so that's what your promises are worth' at that comment something started to turn again in Lucy's head. Somewhere in her misery it hit a cord. But apart from that it seemed that nothing changed. 'What happened to I'll never stop walking no matter what?' It echoed around her head and this time it stuck. For once Lucy considered it among the darkness. It didn't decisively win, but once again she had a motive to get up to.

Grabbing her backpack and her spear, she slowly walked down stream. As long as she followed it Lucy was certain she would get somewhere and that was all she needed right now.

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Day three past noon:

What stopped Lucy was not the animals or the terrain but her hunger. She was still in a weird place of being stuck in her own thoughts partially and so just kept walking forward downstream past all the bends. Eventually the all-consuming hunger that she had put off after losing her tools came back with vengeance. And once again she had to scrounge around for food along the river bank, this time there were no magical fruit or fish in the water. However surrounding the bases of the trees were covered in mushrooms…large brown mushrooms.

Weirdly the top of mushroom was wavy with great ridges sometimes cutting all the way to the stalk (wavy caps). It looked as if someone had taken a normal mushroom cap and tried and failed to invert it. There must have hundreds of them all dotted around growing on white stalks. At this point Lucy didn't really care, sure she understood that they might be poisonous but death was old news, and the exhaustion and mental fatigue where getting to her.

After quickly washing around thirty off in the river, to remove the dirt she bit into one…its bitterness made her mouth repulse. Somewhere in the back of her mind a voice telling her that bitter foods usually indicated a poison was ignored. The hunger that she'd stated for so long by ignoring it demanded food and right in front of her was food despite what it tasted like. The bitterness got some used to but after about the third one. She must have eaten around twenty of the mushrooms when the voices started.

They weren't saying anything that really made any sense but in the background whispers danced like fairy's in the wind all of them without an owner and yet so close that she should be able to see them. At that point Lucy decided that it was probably best to stop eating the mushrooms. Still as she got up with the help of her staff and carried on down the river the voices followed. Some even came as close to whisper next to her ear, her skin crawled every time that happened. The voices got louder and louder and yet the never became understandable always a chittering in her ear. The voices had companions as she noticed when looking back at one eager voice to find an eye in the darkness of a tree hollow staring back at her.

Lucy could only stare at it as it pierced her gaze, then it dissipated into nothing. But it was not alone she noted as the voices became a little sharper and as she turned around the shadows started to smile. The trees started to vibrate with some type of weird energy all their branches dancing and swaying, no…she thought the world started to sway. Back and forth and back and forth and forthhhhhzzzzzzzzzzzzz the sound of an insectoid buzzed around her head. The feeling of something landing on her hand made her observe it, resting peacefully on the back of her hand was a wasp. It stared back at Lucy as she stared at the insect then it started chanting ''Lucy…Lucy.. !'' No matter what she did the insectoid refused to budge it only kept chanting her name over and over. Even the disembodied voices started chanting her name in a never ending wall of sound.

Lucy tried to plug her ears desperately but still the sound reverberated through her head. Then came the tinny pin pricks along her legs and as she looked down the shadows had grasped her, but after she blinked it transformed into a swarm of termites slowly burying her in a mountain of body's like Indiana Jones and the crystal skull. The feeling of every nerve in her body on fire as the ants climbed down her throat… ate her.

Then it was gone, the voices remained but the ants had disappeared and Lucy collapsed into the fetal position as the voices cried Lucy over and over again. She didn't know how long she stayed clenched in a ball eyes scrunched shut as the feeling of insects climbing all over her came and went but the voices always stayed.

Something started shaking her, slowly at first but then faster and faster saying ''hey! Hey!'' over and over again. It seemed her hallucinations wanted her to open her eyes but she wouldn't SHE REFUSED!

Then the object shaking her tried to pry open her eyes with its fingers, naturally she clenched them harder together even as the voice said ''Hey its okay! I'm not going to hurt you!'' Lucy refused to believe whatever the voice was saying, it was a trap…it was, it was!

The voice stated ''I'm sorry about this'' much to Lucy's confusion then proceeded to smack her in the face. Pain, stinging pain shocked her just like when Higuma had punched her and in that moment she opened her eyes expecting a demon from her wildest imagination.

Portgas D Ace stared back.

Well that concludes it for this chapter. The mushrooms do have halucegenic properties but considering I have no clue on what it's like to be halogenating I have no clue what people experience. I made up her metabolism because it made sense for why the D families eat so god dam much. They aren't exactly human. Well till next time. Bye bye.