Yeah I know, I suck. I won't even began to try and make excuses for my lateness since they won't matter. My teachers tell me that by the way. And yes, I get in trouble a lot for being late to school. LOL, not that I ever learn. Old habits die hard.
Plus, I'm one lazy bastard. There, I said it. I'm the laziest person I know. And I'm not being conceited. Just honest. And a tad conceited. It's not a pride thing I assure you. ;)
But anyways, here you go, another chapter for you lovelies that have been looking forward to my story. So sorry for the delay. As I said, I was being lazy.
Please be patient with me, even if it takes me a life time I intend to finish what I started. So have no fear! My stories shall be completed! And I don't mind taking a long time to do it too! Unfortunately for you readers. D: But I digress. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: One Piece is Oda's and blaah blah blah.
Everyone has heard of those stories. You know, the ones about the people in life threatening situations. The ones where people suddenly gain super strength, incredible speed, or even massive brain power to get themselves out of danger. Yeah, those stories. The ones about people who suddenly discover they have magical and amazing powers that have been laying dormant inside them ever since they were born, ready to come out whenever they were about to get crushed by a huge boulder or about to be run over by some kind of large moving thing.
Yeah. Letha Smith wasn't one of those people.
"…Oops?"
That was the best she could come up with as she lay on the floor in front of an infamous crew of pirates that were going to slaughter her. Namely, the supernova pirate that was about ready to throw down her chicken leg (and that's saying something) to kill a certain somebody.
That certain somebody was currently frozen stiff on the floor, her body aching from the gravity splat she made, and thinking vague things like "Maybe I should have said sorry instead" because she just saw the multitude of veins pop on Bonney's chowder soaked forehead. She didn't even have the mind to get up and run as fast as she could to save herself from the pirate captain.
Jewelry Bonney stood suddenly, the legs of her chair making an ominous scraping sound against the floor.
"Oops?" Bonney snarled. She sent the cracked soup bowl in her hand crashing into the wine-stained wall opposite her. Letha flinched from the sound. Behind the captain, the Bonney pirates jittered eagerly for what was coming. The pirate captain sent an angry glower over her shoulder, effectively silencing them. They cowered under her glare, remembering that they could have prevented their captain's unfortunate disaster. Bonney took several slow steps towards a cowering Letha. The hollow thumps of boots on wood echoed in the deathly silent restaurant.
Letha watched with wide eyes as the supernova's boots came closer and closer to her face. They stopped. Letha concentrated hard on the boots. She was too scared to look up to see the pink haired pirate's expression.
Maybe she'll forgive me. It was just an accident. A horribly unintentional accident that will be the end of me. …What if I paid for her meal? And dry cleaned her clothes? Heck I'll even shampoo her hair. I could get her an aloe vera mask for the burns! I have some plants in the garden…
Letha worked up the courage to look up…and she swiftly looked back down.
My, those boots are very interesting indeed.
She shut her eyes. That was one hell of an expression she had just seen. Not even her mother could pull off that look when her siblings have done their worst. There was one particular time in which her brother and sister had flooded the gardens in an attempt to create a canal to water the flower beds. Long story short, Mrs. Smith was one pissed lady.
However that was nothing compared to Jewelry Bonney's temper at the moment. She was a nimbus cloud heavy with thunder and hail. She was an inactive volcano seconds away from exploding. She was a 9.0 level earthquake ready to cause a red alert tsunami.
She was deadly and serious. She was going to freaking murder this waitress.
But no, Bonney thought hideously. Death would be too kind. That could come later.
She was going to make her regret ever spilling scalding clam chowder on her.
"Letha, wasn't it?" Bonney said in a dangerously low, calm voice. She knelt down and grabbed a fist full of Letha's hair, bringing the waitress' face up to meet her eyes. Letha gasped in pain. Her eyes fluttered open so she could see the barely contained anger in the supernova's eyes.
"I'm not going to kill you." She whispered into Letha's ear. "But I am going to make death come much, much closer."
Letha didn't breathe, she knew what was coming. She heard a lot of stories about this pirate. Stories she didn't want to believe. Stories that shouldn't be true because devils fruits were just legends, but she knew better. Oh, Letha knew about devil fruits all right.
Letha shut her eyes again. The grimace of pain was still on her face.
This can't be happening to me. I'm supposed to be living a small life. I'm supposed to run the flower shop until I die. I'm supposed to marry that Peter Willis that runs the cabbage farm and sprout out babies that will continue the family business. This can't be happening to me!
Letha resisted the urge to break down in tears.
"Here's what I'm going to do to you Letha. I'm going to turn you into a crinkly old bat. Your hair will turn gray, your skin will be wrinkled, and your bones aching. You'll be a blubbering old fool. You'll be wishing to die after I'm through with you. And Letha, you can't even say a word about it." She chuckled mercilessly. No person she's ever turned old was able to do anything but stare around in confusion, much less complain about being turned old. This nobody girl would be no different. She wouldn't even be able to control her bladder system.
"It'll be such a shame. You have such beautiful hair."
Letha choked out tears. The Bonney Pirates roared with laughter at the waitress' sobs. Bonney allowed herself a wicked sneer. She broke the girl into tears and it made her feel a tad better about the soggy potatoes in her hair.
Letha sobbed heavily. Her head was aching from the pirate's grip on her hair. It felt like the roots of her hair was going to be pulled out before it could turn gray. She didn't usually burst into tears, but in this situation, anyone would cry when they knew they were going to lose decades off their short life. It wasn't fair. Her life just wasn't fair.
And I can't even tell anyone about it, Letha thought resentfully.
Then she blacked out.
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"Captain, the shop is closed," a white polar bear in an orange jumpsuit said. His beady black eyes stared at the 'Closed' sign as he pointed at it for his captain to see. His captain glanced at the small sign briefly.
"It would appear so Bepo." He merely said. He looked up under the furry rim of his spotted hat to read the shop's larger signboard: 'Smithy's Florist.'
"It doesn't look like there's anyone inside Captain." A man wearing a black hat labeled Penguin said, peering into the dark shop through the windows. "Do you think that woman we passed on the way was the owner?"
"Most likely." The captain replied tersely as he strolled around to the back of the shop. His crew clad in boiler suits followed. The pirate captain inspected the small garden. It was mostly filled with flowers, he didn't see any herbs that could be used for making medicine. There were half-planted daffodils, and bushes of burgundy and yellow roses, as well as a gathering of blue forget-me-nots.
And yet the bartender had said this was the place if he wanted special herbs.
He continued to inspect the garden as his crew became rowdy.
"That woman was pretty cute though, you think she digs pirates Shachi?" The penguin hat man asked.
Shachi snorted. "Maybe not you Penguin. I think she'd like a man that has more style. Like me." He grinned and raised his eyebrows suggestively, though it was obscured by his black sunglasses and casquette blue and red rimmed hat.
Penguin stared back at the casquette hatted man, his eyes covered by the shadow of his own black cap that had a yellow rim topped with a red pompom.
"Pfft, if she likes guys with girl hair." Penguin replied back with a snicker. "Your hair is just utterly fabulous in length and shine."
The two pirates argued it out as they always did when it came to women and who came out on top as the preferred male.
"You're just jealous your hair ain't as luscious as mine!" Shachi said as Bepo came to stand before them.
"Do you think she has female polar bear friends?" Bepo asked.
"No, Bepo!" The pirates shouted at the same time, causing poor Bepo to retreat into a gloomy sulk in a corner of the garden.
The captain of the Heart Pirates ignored his crew as he walked around the shop again. There wasn't any other garden besides the one in the back, and it was pretty small for a florist's shop. He knew a flower shop would not be able to survive on a measly garden like that. He peered into the dark shop. There was only a counter and more pots of flowers as far as he could see.
So where were the rest of the gardens?
Trafalgar Law looked up at the store sign again. There was something about Smithy's Florist that struck him as odd. And when something puzzled Trafalgar Law, the pirate intended to get to the bottom of it.
"Captain! Are we going to wait for the woman to come back?" Bepo asked, having recovered from his bout.
A wry smile made it's way to the pirate captain's face.
Law looked back at the dark store. "No, we'll head back to the town first." They would be able to find the woman faster. Law decided it was worth the effort of finding the woman. He was low on supplies, and perhaps this woman would be able to help him acquire the herbs he needed to make new medicine.
He began walking back to town without a word to his crew. It wasn't necessary. His crew immediately trailed behind him without a single command uttered from Law's mouth. Such was the power of the respected captain of the Heart Pirates.
Quite frankly, I suck at writing. So I was writing fanfiction to practice getting better at it. I think I'm fairly okay at making up my own characters, but when it comes to other people's characters... I suck. So sorry if Law is OOC, I'm working on it. Part of the reason why this chapter was late was because I was trying to nail his character down first. And then I grew impatient and decided what the heck. I'll figure it out as I go. :[
Apparently...
Burgundy roses: Unconscious beauty
Yellow roses: Joy, gladness, friendship, delight, the promise of a new beginning
Forget-me-nots: Remembrance, true love
Be sure to expect another late chapter, ahaha but reviews do make me write faster since I'd be under pressure to please my readers. :D
