The Dangerous Doctor, the White Devil

Enma smiled at Ovid and extended a hand, "the name's Trafalger Enma, pleased to make your acquaintance." He picked up Zesiro and moved him over to the nearby railing and sat him up.

Ovid looked at the hand as if it was that of an alien, "yeah, back at you. Call me Ovid."

"I hate to interrupt, but that Fishman is a friend of a friend of mine, so I'd be pleased if you stopped fighting and let us pass," said Enma in a very calm voice.

"Sorry, no can do, boss's orders," said Ovid as he glared at Enma anticipating an attack.

"I understand that," said Enma he turned around and walked a few feet away before he returned his attention to Ovid, "however, I hope you also understand that this means we are going to have to fight."

"My thoughts exactly," said Ovid as he brandished his sword, "let's dance." He made a wide swing with his sword, which Enma merely ducked underneath and let it graze the air above him.

"Sorry," said Enma again as he stood up and moved back a few more feet. He opened his hand wide with his fingers splayed out. "I should tell you that I watched your previous fight with him and I know your moves, so to balance things out let me show you what I can do." A white sliver started to emerge of Enma's open hand. It continued to grow out of it until it resembled a four-foot long spear. Enma clutched it. "I ate the Hone-Hone no mi. I can sprout bones from any part of my body; however, once a bone has exited my body I cannot their shape any more. So this spear of mine will remain a spear for infinity."

"Intriguing," said Ovid as his eyes glazed over and his foot started to sink and lose balance, "bery, bery, interbresting!" Ovid had entered his drunken stupor once more and was starting to lose his earlier charisma.

"I'd rather not have a bar brawl, they are very disgraceful," said Enma, "can't you make yourself seem more presentable while you fight?" Regardless of his comments he entered a battle stance with his spear aimed at Ovid.

"Yur speer needs more sake!" said Ovid as he charged off at Enma and brought his blade down with frightening power. Enma ignored Ovid's blade and instead made for a straight-line jab with his spear into Ovid's body. Enma's spear tore through Ovid's gut and passed straight through just as Ovid's blade cut into Enma's shoulder. The two both looked confident as they pulled away from each other.

Enma smiled, "I apologize, but you seem misinformed about my skills. My Hone-Hone no mi also increases the defense capabilities I possess. The bone lying underneath my skill is now nearly as indestructible as steel itself."

"Yus da one thut ees misin…misin…something. My body is composed of alcohol so in udder wurds I can heal meself using alcohol," said Ovid as his body started to drip alcohol and slowly come back together. "Now du yus stell think of me as misinformed?"

"Very," replied Enma as he pushed his spear back into his body where it slowly disappeared. A smile spread across his face and he flung his hand out at Ovid. From the top of his each of his fingers a small one-inch needle shot out of it and flew towards Ovid. Each needle buried itself within Ovid's rotund body.

"Yus du nut understund me, dos yus?" said Ovid as he started to pull each needle out. As soon as a needle left his body his skin melded back over the hole healing it completely. "No weapun can harm me, be it bigs or smalls."

Enma chuckled. "Weapon?" said Enma, "they are just bones. You have over two hundred of them in your body. A centipede has a lot more then that in them, though." A large bone jutted out of Enma's body it had two menacingly large pincers at the front. That bone was connected to another and another over and over again until a large serpent-like bone structure had emerged from Enma's body.

It started to bend and swirl as the front of it launched itself at Ovid. Ovid blocked the bones with his blade and was pushed backwards from the force of the bone. After skidding a couple of feet Ovid caught himself and got a grip on the deck of the ship. He pushed back with all of his might forcing the large bone centipede off of him and away. He made a single swing slicing the bone centipede straight into two.

"Poor execution," said Ovid as his eyes were brightening up, "apparently fighting you drunk would be a grave miscalculation."

"Go ahead and fight me drunk," replied Enma with a smirk, "you are going to lose me to sober, too."

"Let's test that theory," said Ovid as he made another swing with his blade. Enma didn't dodge and let the blade hit him squarely in the shoulder, Enma made a fake punch at Ovid sending out a series of small bone needles each of which pierced Ovid's body squarely and dragged themselves through his body.

Ovid chuckled and several of the bone needles dropped to the floor. Enma stood there intently studying the number of needles that fell to the ground. When Ovid's body started to heal over, Enma smiled, "I know how to defeat you now." He stuck his hand out and his large bone spear started to reform. He swung it around to test its weight and then braced himself for battle.

"Defeat me?" laughed Ovid, "you sure are a cocky one!" He brought his blade down and smashed it into the deck cutting up a large gnash into the board. He lifted his head up at Enma who had barely managed to jump back to avoid the blow. Ovid opened his mouth and spewed alcohol at Enma covering him in the stinky drink.

Enma turned his noise up at it, "I really hope this comes from your Devil Fruit and not your stomach."

"A little bit of both," said Ovid as he brought his blade straight up slicing a large mark from Enma's waist to his neck. Enma howled in pain and leapt back grasping the wound. He barely managed to perceive the next blow from Ovid being a lunge attack. A bone protruded from Enma's body and covered his stomach protecting him from the dangerous and powerful blow.

Enma jumped back. He was starting to feel lightheaded, he knew he couldn't postpone the drunkenness for long and he had to think of a way to speed his plan up. He had to make him bleed more, get his blood worked up along with his heart. It was his best bet to kill a man who can't be hurt.

Enma made another lunge with his spear. Ovid stood still and let the blade pierce him; Ovid chuckled as he brought his blade down with frightening speed something he would've been unable to do if he was still drunk. The blade buried itself into Enma's arm and with the power and speed behind a normal man's arm would've been cut off. Enma was lucky his Devil Fruit hardened his bone. Enma broke his spear up in Ovid's body watching the ivory shards fall to the ground in both the front and the back. Ovid chucked and reached into him and pulled large mass of bone out of his body.

Enma looked down at his arm as bone slid up and over the hole, "got to staunch the bleeding. If it would've persisted I might have bled out and died. Where's the fun in that?"

"You got me!" shouted Ovid as he made another swing with his blade. Enma swung the remained of his bone spear at the blade stopping it could in its tracks. Ovid reached the blade up and brought it down again and again determined to smash Enma's spear to bits, however, his increased rate of attacks only left small scratches around it.

"Keep trying one of these days your worthless efforts might actually dent it," said Enma, "But let me get you a new target to swing at." Enma created a third bone spear from his hand and dropped the old one onto the ground. He lunged forward with his spear making a dive for Ovid's throat. Ovid blocked the spear with the tip of his blade swatting it away to the side. Ovid leaned in and did a concise cut straight to Enma's chest. Enma leaned back.

Enma backed off and pulled a pill out of his pocket and put it into his mouth. "Sorry about that. I was just feeling drunk so I decided to take some carbon created from burnt toast and other burnt materials. Carbon bonds with alcohol soothing any such feeling of drunkenness or for that matter hangovers. Would you like some?"

Ovid gritted his teeth as his idea of getting his opponent drunk shattered. "No, thanks. I'll just take your head off instead. Ovid made a clean and visible stroke with his blade aiming to take Enma's head with the blow, but Enma dodged at the last second letting the blade graze over him. Ovid stopped for a second and didn't follow up his slash with another, instead he stumbled backwards. He grabbed at the hole that the bone spear had created and that he had healed.

"Let me guess you are currently experiencing fatigue, lack of breath, and for that matter a shooting pain near your heart?" asked Enma. Ovid only managed a barely noticeable nod. "See what you are experiencing is my numerous bones that have shattered in your body from my bone needles and my bone spear spreading around and traveling through your bloodstream. These bone shards either block your blood flow resulting in a lack of oxygenated blood and that results in fatigue or they find nice places to poke through your bloodstream and tear it up."

"I can heal myself, did you forget?" asked Ovid, "a small wound. It will take nothing to heal."

"A small wound, yes," said Enma smiling to himself. "You could heal any SMALL wound in a matter of milliseconds. This wound is a microscopic wound located near vital organs. A mistake around that area could result in a much more cataclysmic and for that matter fatal injury. So, what do you say? A rush job would kill you, however, if you take your time you could heal yourself one hundred percent. But I fear that would take an hour to two hours tops."

"I'm not letting you pass!" shouted Ovid. His entire body sloshed into alcohol and the bones started to clatter to the ground.

Enma chuckled, "did you know?" asked Enma as he struck a match. "Alcohol burns?" There was large explosion as the Ovid's entire body was lit into a giant bonfire. Enma turned away and clasped his hands together, "Death Lord please guide this soul to the lowest level of Hell, and make them suffer eternal damnation, Amen."

"You killed him?" said Zesiro shocked as he started to regain his clear thinking.

"No," said Enma, "he ate a logia type Devil Fruit. As much as I would like to think that blow killed him. I doubt it. He just won't show up again, he may have had both brawn and strategy, but my skills and intelligence smash them both."

"Were you serious about the whole body problems you gave him?" asked Zesiro.

"Yes," said Enma, "I'm a doctor. I don't joke about diseases."

"Fine, then doctor," said Zesiro, "come over here and fix me up. My nakama is going to be in deep trouble if I can't help him."

"Who? The Kid Coyote?" asked Enma, "you know as well as I do that fool ain't going to die against these freaks."

"Not him," said Zesiro, "Sage. Mikoto is drunk right now…he runs on pure instinct…he ate a carnivorous Zoan-Type Devil Fruit. If he fights he'll act like a drunken animal, I don't want Sage to be around that."

Enma sighed and agreed with Zesiro and immediately started to fix him up.

The Missing Note! The Song of the Infinity Pirates Play!

Mikoto and Sage are going to be reappearing soon! Yah! Maybe…nah, I don't want to spoil the surprises. So, keep reading! And don't forget to review!

Well, guys some good news, some bad news (sort of), and then a question. I had this weekend off and I decided to go back and re-edit some of the old chapters (Namely one through four, yeah! They'll be up soon). However, I realized I hated how I started this story off. So, I t got me thinking about starting a new One Piece OC fanfic, one with a good beginning. But this story has gotten pretty far along and if I try to write a new story, I don't know how much time I could devote to both this one and that one. So what do my fans (yes, you are considered my fans in my book) think, should I?