Chapter 8
I do not own One Piece, it's Oda-sensei's, but I do own the OC's such as Marty, Beth and Charlene (and Rory and Martha and Rose ;) )
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Marty flipped over a page to be confronted with a purple banana.
"Why would anyone want to be able to turn into a tree," she asked incredulously. Beth shrugged behind Marty's back. Marty was sitting at the desk, while Cake made use of her bed, and Beth spread out on hers.
"Good camouflage," Beth said without opening her eyes.
"But it's not even a cool tree!" protested Marty, "You turn into a palm tree. I would as least want to turn into a Chestnut tree or a Sugar Maple." Marty turned to the next page.
"Mmm, I suppose being able to control animals would be cool… RISE MY FURRY MINIONS, GO FORTH AND CONQUER," she exclaimed suddenly, laughing when the other girls jumped.
Charlene rolled her eyes and turned to Beth who was having trouble not laughing.
"Why do you think Whitebeard wants us to learn to fight?" Beth glanced at her thoughtfully, all laughter gone.
"… I assume because he wants us to remain in his crew," She answered while Marty cackled in the background over some fruit ability. Charlene harrumphed.
"Why would I want to stay on this crew? My father – "
"Yeah we know."
"What's the point in being able to turn into an octopus if you can't swim?" Said Marty thoughtfully.
"Extra arms?" said Beth closing her eyes again.
"Ah! Of course," Marty turned to the next page and froze. Wait… that? She tore her eyes away from the picture to read its caption.
Yaosu Yaosu Fruit.
Beth opened her eyes, it was quiet. This was the longest Marty had been quiet since she opened that book. Beth sat up to look at the purple haired girls back as she sat immobile staring at the page.
"Marty?" Beth asked curious, she got to her feet and moved to peer over the girls shoulder at a picture of what looked like a giant strawberry; it was the right colour and everything, which was weird for a devil fruit.
"What does that one do?" Marty blinked out of her trance, glancing at Beth before looking back to the page.
"Yaosu Yaosu Fruit," Marty read aloud, "Type – Paramecia, also known as the Element Fruit. Grants the user limited control over the four elements, "
"Air, Water, Fire, Earth," nodded Beth interested.
"However the user is unable to generate the elements. They can control matter already in existence, but cannot bring that matter into existence." Marty continued, "Nor can the user transform their body into any of the four elements, and are therefore vulnerable to a physical attacks." Beth whistled.
"Small setbacks for such a power," she reasoned, Marty nodded still staring at the page. Nee-nee, who had sat up to watch the exchange, frowned.
"What's gotten into you?" she asked irritably. Marty continued to stare at the page.
"I… Well… I may have… eaten a strawberry… that looked exactly like that," She said haltingly. Beth and Nee-nee gawked at her as what she had said sunk in, "Which means…" Marty continued, "my devil fruit…Thing, is probably Yaosu Yaosu." She looked at Beth.
"It beats turning into a tree I suppose," Marty reasoned. Beth laughed, "I would have like being in control of kittens though." Nee-nee snorted.
"Good lord," She said incredulously, "Not too shabby for as Devil fruit ability's go, are we going to go notify one of the commanders?" Marty glanced out the porthole window and shook her head.
"Tell 'em in the morning," Marty said closing the book. She stood then collapsed back down onto the futon. Beth nodded in agreement.
"It's not like she can destroy anything else in her sleep," she reasoned.
"Challenge accepted," said the Yaosu Yaosu user sleepily. Beth grinned and blew out the candle.
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"WAKE! UP!" Beth shot upright, looking around groggily for the source of the noise. Charlene sat up in a huff, her hair in a rats nest.
"Five more minutes," mumbled Marty as she pulled her pillow over her head. Someone thumbed on the door again.
"Up! Are you decent? I'm gonna open the door," Marco called. Nee-Nee sighed, then felt her hair and screamed.
"No! We are not decent!" she shouted and rushed into the bathroom slamming the door behind her.
Marty thumped her forehead against the mattress in a vain effort of blocking out the sound, while Beth staggered to her feet.
"Yeah, we're decent."
"No we are not," grumbled Marty, head still under the pillow, "decent people get to sleep longer." The door opened anyway and Marco stuck his head through.
"Come on get up, time to teach you lot how to fight"
"Oh… goody," said Marty finally pulling her head out from under the pillow, "do we at least get breakfast?" she asked, pushing herself up onto her elbows only to get hit on the head by an apple. Beth caught hers and Nee-nee's.
"Look at that breakfast in bed, I will be back in five minute so be ready," Marco said grinning. He pulled his head back and closed the door just as Marty's pillow slammed into it.
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"This is outrageous!" grumbled Nee-nee, whose hair was now curly and ordered. Marty had to agree, what kind of people wake up at the crack of dawn!? It was inhumane. The girls stood on the deck of the Moby deck, across from them stood Marco and Ace, who looked about as happy as they felt. There was a collection of weapons ranging from all sorts of guns to swords to what looked like a club, all sitting peacefully on a stand. Apart from some crewmembers that had pulled the last night-watch and had chosen to stay and observe, over going to bed, the deck was otherwise deserted. Marco cracked his neck.
"Alright who wants to be first?" he asked smiling. What happened next surprised everyone.
"I will," said Nee-nee the Cake stepping forward, "on one condition."
"… What's the condition," asked Marco recovering from his shock. Ace just stared at the girl wondering if someone had slipped something into his drink last night. Or even if someone had managed to slip something into hers, if so he would have to send them flowers.
"I get to choose the weapon," she said flipping her perfectly ordered hair over her shoulder. Marco nodded, frowning slightly.
"Of course, you all can," he replied. Marco shook his head in disbelief, and then clasped his hands together, "very well Charlene, what'll it be." Nee-nee walked over to the weapons rack and studied the available options. After a few seconds she selected a long, thin sword that, to Marty, looked like a giant toothpick.
"…Swords it is," said Marco as he picked up a similar sword. He wasn't too brilliant at swords, actually, he wasn't that good at sword fighting at all. He generally preferred hand to hand combat, but he was sure he could handle the little doll-like blond girl. He just had to be careful not to stab the girl by accident.
Mart and Beth backed off slightly to watch Nee-nee and Marco face off against each other. Beth's eyes were narrowed, thinking, there was no way that girl would ever nominate herself for a beating, let along volunteer to go first.
"Just… try and stand your ground for as long as you can," Marco said doubtfully, "…Ready?" Nee-nee nodded, she stood with her feet apart and the blade held horizontally in front of her, level with her chest. Marco frowned, it actually looked like she had done this before.
"On my mark," said Ace eyes flicking between them, "go."
It took Marty several minutes to register what happened next. Nee-nee, annoying, whiney, pampered, Nee-nee, ran at Marco startling him. It a flurry of blows she had Marco first backing away, and then disarmed. His sword clattered to the deck as hers flicked up to rest against his collarbone.
"Yield," she commanded, panting slightly, and the whole ship went catatonic.
Ace burst out laughing, breaking the trance.
"WHOOO GO YOU DELICIOUS CAKE YOU!" cheered Marty, said Cake glared at her out of the corner of her eye, before lowering her sword and stepping beck.
"I told you not too call me that," she protested as Marty continued to whoop. Beth was grinning in amazement.
"How, in this world and the next, did you just manage to do that?" she demanded. Cake looked at her haughtily as she placed the sword back on its stand.
"I am the daughter of a noble, family, my father is the Mayor of Billion's cove after all," she said smugly, "fencing is a noble men and women sport, and as such is a detrimental part of our education."
"That makes thirty," Laughed Marty, "what an eventful day!"
"The day's only just started," Beth reminded her, but she was also grinning. Ace was on his hands and knee's banging his hand against the decks surfaces as he attempted to get control over himself.
"You!-shishishiHAHAHAHAHA, you got, HAHAH, you got beaten by the little princess, hehehehe HAHA oh gods HAHAHAHAH," Ace laughed uncontrollably. Marco glared at him annoyed.
"Are you quite finished?"
"Oh! Oh," Ace gasped, "I haven't even gotten started… pfft HAHAHAHAHAHA"
"If you're so brilliant you can take the next two," Marco said miffed. Ace chortled.
"Hehehe, whatever you say, shishishi,"Ace got to his feet wiping away tears of mirth, "Ah –oh dear, to funny." He sighed happily, and then turned grinning to the other girls.
"Alright green fairy, you can go next, pick your punishment," he said cheerfully gesturing at the stack of deadly weapons. Beth nodded and walked over to the rack. She browsed through the guns finally settling on some sort of pistol. Marty wasn't sure, she didn't know gun types. Beth glanced at ace.
"So are we shooting still targets, or would you like me to try and hit you," she asked calmly. Ace grinned and wandered past the other two girls to the mast and leant against it.
"The bullets in that gun aren't sea stone so do your worst," Marty and Nee-nee glanced at him as if he was crazy then got out of the way. They reached the ships railing, and then turned to watch.
Ace casually crossed his arms over his chest.
"Whenever you're ready, go for your life-!" The words were barely out of his mouth when Beth swung the gun up and set off six shots so quickly and close together they sounded like one. They all hit Ace, perfectly in the centre of his forehead, passing through to embed themselves in the mast behind him.
Ace blinked then turned to stare at the six bullets clustered tightly together in the mast. Beth grinned triumphantly while Marco laughed.
"Seeing you shot six times in the head makes me feel slightly better," Marco said pleased. Ace turned back to Beth looking completely impressed.
"You're a hell of a shot," he said thoughtfully while Marty cheered in the background. Beth smiled peacefully.
"My families in the arm's dealership," She explained, "My father's one of the best gun makers there is. He figured if we make the guns, we have to know how to use them."
"DAM STRAIGHT YOU GO GIRL! SHOOT THE GUY IN THE FOREHEAD!" Ace glared at the straw hatted girl.
"Don't be so cocky, you're next," Ace reminded her. Marty blinked and dropped her hands down to her sides. Oh… goody. Beth saw Marty's excited expression fall away as she walked towards the two girls. She grinned at the girl, and then leaned against the rail next to her.
Ace watched Beth whisper something into Marty's ear. Marty glanced at her uncertainly then moved until she was standing in front of Ace. Ace raised an eyebrow.
"Well? What weapon will it be?" Marty glanced at the weapon rack almost longingly before returning her gaze to Ace.
"None," she said quietly, "I don't know how to use them anyway."
"Well the whole point of us teaching you is that you will learn," Ace said. Marty shrugged, "Alright, if you're sure, hand-to-hand it is."
I'm. So. Screwed. Try using your Devil fruit? How the hell do I do that! Thought Marty, glancing sideways at Beth.
"Ready?" Ace asked as her gaze flicked back to him. No!
"Yes," her traitorous mouth replied. Ace nodded feeling slightly sorry for the girl, she looked so nervous.
"Ok, go." Time seemed to slow right down. Marty saw Ace running towards her. There was a strange feeling in her stomach as she took a step backwards. This was gonna hurt like bitch, wasn't it? Her mind thought helpfully. She threw up a hand to shield her face, and suddenly a wave of water flew onto the deck slamming into Ace. It sent him racing towards the railing. Beth threw herself out of the way but Charlene wasn't quick enough. Ace crashed into her and they both toppled over board.
Marty sat down hard, staring at the place they had just been.
"I did that?" she said in wonder. Marco snapped out of his stupor.
"MAN OVERBOARD!" Marco yelled running over to the railing, "DEVIL FRUIT USER OVERBOARD!"
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XD that was sooo much fun to write :) I hope you enjoys it as much as I did.
There may be a few spelling mistakes but bear with me, it hasn't gone to my editor yet, ill fix it up shortly!
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