The Conclusion!

Dead Men Sailing!

Mikoto moved forward. He ran towards Trevor. His entire body becoming a blur and disappearing on his way towards Trevor. Trevor paused despite Mikoto's speed, he was still tracking him with Colors of Observation Haki. He still knew exactly where Mikoto was going. Trevor pulled his arm back and prepared for one final thrust at Mikoto. He could already see his hand going through and piercing Mikoto's skull. Mikoto's movement would place him right there, right within striking distance. Mikoto's after-image doesn't create a random image. Mikoto would still have to move into that place in order to create the after-image, it would only be for a split-second, but Mikoto would be there.

Mikoto's speed allowed him to move as quickly as possible, his speed far exceeded Trevor's eyes. This speed placed him right in front of Trevor. Trevor launched forward with his thrust at high speeds moving at an already impressive level. He brought his hand forward and at Mikoto. He felt his hand tear into human flesh as Mikoto was thrown backwards from the force. Blood was gushing from his shoulder, where Trevor's thrust had landed.

Trevor frowned. His entire body told him that he would slice into Mikoto's head and finish it right then and there. It was there. It was in his mind. He could see his hand sliding right into Mikoto's head. His Haki had told him where he would be, his experience told him when, and he acted upon on it. So, why did he miss? More importantly why was that dumb smile of Mikoto's still in his head. Was that why he missed? Was he so pathetic that that smile was messing even with his Haki? Trevor looked down upon Mikoto with a cruel scowl.

Mikoto was still trying to stand up. His entire arm had nearly been torn off with Trevor's last thrust. Mikoto was starting to have trouble to stand. Without both of his arms, he was basically relying on his legs to lift him up. Standing up without the use of your arms is a hard thing to do and takes a lot more time to do it, and on top of that, Mikoto's legs were still pounding. His entire body was about to crumble as he stood up.

Trevor scoffed as he moved closer. Mikoto stepped back, but he almost lost his balance as he did so. His legs were so weak now, he felt like he was just going to collapse onto the ground incapable of moving. Other then his tired legs, both of his shoulders had suffered disastrous blows now. The shot wound still hadn't fully healed and now Trevor's blow tore into Mikoto's other shoulder. Both of his arms were basically destroyed now. The blood from his wounds were starting to sink down and into the ground. Could he even use his arms right now?

Trevor lifted his knee upwards and into Mikoto's gut. Mikoto grimaced. He was too busy checking on his own body to see if he could keep fighting, he forgot to pay attention to Trevor. Trevor definitely didn't care if Mikoto could keep fighting. He would just keep pounding away into Mikoto if need be. And knowing Trevor's personality, even if Mikoto died that wouldn't stop him. He would continuously kick and pound him just for the fun of it.

Mikoto rolled over to the side and got up. Trevor didn't allow him to get comfortable. Trevor stepped forward and brought his elbow into Mikoto's face. Mikoto as forced backwards and back down onto the ground. "Congratulations! I still can't kill you!" shouted Trevor outraged as he swung his leg forward and into Mikoto's gut. Mikoto groaned as he rolled around on the ground. "I've killed hundreds among hundreds of men. I can tell you all about them. I can describe each and every one of their stats along with their dying words! NONE OF THEM EVER SMILED! So, why do you?" Trevor lifted his leg upwards and forward and into Mikoto's gut once more.

Mikoto morphed into his Coyote form and dashed away avoiding Trevor's reach. He only got so far though until he stumbled over his own legs. His two front legs were too injured to keep up the stress of having his full body weight on them. His beast form wouldn't be able to run any more without tearing an even bigger hole in his arms. Mikoto returned back to his human form as he tried to stand back up onto his legs.

Trevor only laughed as he looked down at Mikoto, frantically trying to avoid him. It was a problem for him, though. Watching this was reawakening his hunter's instinct...he was being put back into the mood for a hunt, but with who as the prey. Mikoto was supposed to cure the urge, he was supposed to fill that hole for awhile, but now he was just reawakening it. Trevor was already shivering with anticipation, he wanted another fight. Another prey to hunt.

Trevor smiled as he turned around about to leave Mikoto and go on his hunt. He froze in his spot. His side ached. It felt as if his body was tearing itself open. His hands quivered as it came down to his side and grasped onto his side. It wasn't anything as simple as a bruise. It was something for worse, his ribs were broken, split in two. His Haki had hardened it and kept the rib in place for the fight, but as soon as he dropped it, he felt the pain. He cursed as he felt the pain surge through him. The kid was capable of blasting through his Haki and even worse, it continued with enough power to break his bones!

He should've survived that blow without any injuries. Did he pull of some last minute trick? No, that wasn't it. There was no way he would've been able to do that. Trevor was aware of every thought that crossed into that mutt's mind! So why didn't he see what trick he pulled off to damage his ribs? Or was that kid really strong enough to blow open his ribs along with his Haki without any troubles?

Trevor turned around and walked back over to Mikoto, more like wobbled over to him. The broken ribs did everything to screw up his balance and probably even his power. That kid did this to him, that newbie to the Grand Line managed to push him this far into a corner. Trevor stopped in his tracks as he looked back over at Mikoto. Mikoto was already starting to stand again. He wasn't standing, yet, but he was still trying...he was still straining to bring his body up and stand up. His upper body was collapsed and leaning at his waist, but he was on he was still on his feet. A shiver ran up Trevor's spine as he watched Mikoto lift the rest of his body into the air. A shiver of exhilaration.

Trevor had been a hunter all of his life, he had chased after an endless chain of preys...an endless chain of victims, but this was truly the ultimate prey for him. Trevor was nearly salivating with joy as he watched him struggle to stand. A prey who would never give up, a prey that would allow him to beat him to death without ever giving him a rest, this was true joy for him.

It reminded him of an old folk story he had heard when he was growing up. A story of a long extinct tiger, the Awinan Tiger. A ferocious hunter in all regards, it killed everything that was in its path with all of its strength. No animal had ever been able to handle its power, that was Trevor, a perfect example of the Awinan Tiger. Rumor has it that the reason the Awinan Tiger died was due to starvation. Not that it couldn't find any food to eat, but that it became an incredibly picky eater.

Once the Awinan Tiger found a specific kind of caribou, the golden Caribou, and it hunted the caribou and when it began to eat the caribou, it became overjoyed. The meat was the most delicious thing in all of creation. The Awinan Tiger started to only hunt the golden Caribou, it only went after its meat, no other animal. Eventually, the golden Caribou died out forcing the tiger to return to its previous menu of shrews, monkeys, and other random animals. Except it couldn't...the tiger was repulsed by any other animal it ate. The meat tasted like crap compared to the Caribou's meat it had previous gorged on. The tiger refused to eat at all soon, it couldn't force the crap meat down its throat, so it just laid down and died dreaming of the golden Caribou.

Trevor was starting to think that the kid was his golden Caribou. Would any other meat be as satisfying as his? Melanie's sure as hell wasn't...if a Shichibukai couldn't get him as stirred up as this kid could who can? It was a desperate fact that he wanted the meat again and again and again. He was already in his highest gear, his highest desire for the hunt, but what beast could give him the same drive? He paused as he looked at him with a smile...a beast cut from the same crop could. A prey of the same blood, a bird of the same feather, a human from the same crew...Trevor brought his boot back into Mikoto's back and smashed him into the ground. The Infinity Pirate crew...that would be his next his target, his next prey, his next golden Caribou.

As a hunter, a predator, Trevor was perfectly versed in setting traps. He had the bait already. He looked down at Mikoto as he was already imagining the crew the kid had formed. Ridley was on his crew...the kid of his former captain had to be just as delicious as Mikoto was if not more so. Trevor was already bending over with anticipation as he imagined the rest of the crew's strength...he wanted them...he wanted them badly! He'd set the trap at his home turf, the Underground Rally Arena. That's where he'll taste the meat once more!

"Trevor!" screamed a voice. Trevor's ears perked up and he turned around to face his target. It was Melanie, she had come back. "I've come to take your head." Trevor tilted his head out of curiosity as he stared at Melanie's leg. She was favoring one side over the other, she was still injured. She wasn't going to have a good taste in Trevor's mouth if she was injured. "Did you really kill my parents?"

Trevor was taken back at the question. She was still thinking about that, she must not trust him to tell the truth. "Of course, I did!" boasted Trevor, "I killed them along with twenty other morons that day! It was a great feeling as my hand soared through their necks! I've still got their skulls, you know, they are..." Trevor turned around and faced his ship. His eyes sunk as he noticed the skulls that were decorating his ship were gone. Mikoto had buried them. "They're buried. The kid here buried them, probably tried to give them a funeral or something...its really pathetic. If you want, I'll be glad to bury you alongside them."

Melanie took a step forward, but flinched in pain as she did so. Her leg was still injured and bruised. If she was thinking rationally, surely she would've waited to recover, but she couldn't think rationally about the man that killed her parents. She was surprised when she looked back up to notice that Trevor had already closed the distance. He thrust downwards at her, forcing her down to the ground. "I'm going to go to the Underground Rally Arena..." muttered Trevor as he turned his back to her, "be sure to tell the kid's friends that...I'm sure they'll want to save him."

Trevor returned onto his ship, dragging the unconscious coyote behind. Trevor was breathing heavily. He had completely forgotten about his rib, the charge towards Melanie almost killed him in itself. The thrust had sealed the deal. Trevor's side was aching and he couldn't run any more or move his arms...if he fought Melanie now it would be a fight between two half-dead pirates. He highly doubted he would be alive after it...he would just recover back at home and wait for his prey.

Melanie grimaced as she rolled back onto her stomach and tried to stand up. Her leg was twisted, she couldn't feel it any more. She should've stayed back on the ship with the pirates. She could've had them heal her. NO! She wouldn't accept any help from anyone! She would save her parents and that's it! That was her goal, her parents, no one else! She slowly opened her eyes as she remained crouched over on the ground.

Beneath her was a small piece of bark that had been driven into the ground. On it was some writing that had been etched into it with a sharp edge. It read:

R.I.P.

Here lies a group of people who died before they should.

I never met them, but they deserved better.

Their fate should've been better.

And I swear I will get them their revenge.

Sincerely, Mikoto D. Azgard.

It was poorly written. He probably had no idea what to write...he didn't know them at all, what they would like their tombstone to read. He didn't have to do this at all, the stupid coyote. However, Melanie couldn't help but smile when she read the print.

Gathering of Arms!

To the Fight!

Bad news, first...I have currently injured one of my arms (my elbow is in bad shape, but its not broken. It just hurts LIKE HELL!) This means that chances are my next update will be slowed due to the fact that I can't type that well with just one hand. Anyways, onto the Author's Note.

I was on the fence about how the fight should've ended. I wanted the crew to go to the Underground Rally Arena for such a long time, but I really wanted Mikoto to put Trevor down. Also, with the Image Manager thing I am planning to add a cover for this story, as stated before though with a ruined arm my drawing will be delayed so until then you will either have to wait OR you can submit your own cover for this story just include a link in either the reviews or in a PM and I will use that for the time being.

Finally, after reviewing other OC submission stories, I noticed that my submission form is...kind of...bland...so I want to spice it up and make it more unique! So, if you ever thought "this form is missing something" or "I wish they would add this" send in your idea and I just might add it!

(In other words...I want you guys to do all of the work to improve my story...bye-bye!)