The Yin Yang Pirates
I do not own anything to do with the One Piece universe since all of that belongs to Eiichiro Oda. I only own my oc's while Barrett M107, Nezumimaru, Refugee of Narnia, LordUnicron, Malchior the Draco, Outcast001 own their ocs
Oak Island pt 1
"Now stay out of trouble!" Cyrus shouted as he watched the sea king let out a happy roar before sinking out of sight.
"So now what?" Izayami asked as he finished tying the boat to the dock and turned around to face the town in front of them which is filled with large lush trees and the buildings themselves being made out of different color wood.
"Lets see if we can find anyone who wants to join us, though they have to be strong so test them first" Cyrus said as he cracked his knuckles.
"We should split up to cover more ground " Izayami said as he glanced around and saw nothing but regular people walking pass "Though we might be wasting our time looking here"
"Come Izzy don't be such a downer" Cyrus said as he threw his arm around his nakama's neck while a grin formed on his face "You might actually find someone who could give you a worthy workout just like you gave me"
"Stop calling me that and if you are saying that the little bout we had in the arena was a workout then you must of forgotten that I didn't have my blades" Izayami spoke as he shrugged off Cyrus's arm and flashed him a smirk "Though if you really want to feel the sting of my swords then we can fight right now"
"Nah I don't want to knock you out and look for our new nakama all by myself" Cyrus said as grin grew wider while Izayami simply scoffed but the smirk still remained on his face "Lets search until sundown then meet up at this town's bar"
"Understood" Izayami said as he and Cyrus left the docks and walked down a different street.
"And another man falls to Garou!" A handsome man with black hair, browns eyes, perfect tan skin, a dazzling smile and white suite exclaimed with friendly laughter as a overweight man rubbed his right arm as he walked away from a small table leaving an old tan skinned man with long flowing black graying beard and wearing grey robes.
"Once again folks to win ten thousand beli all you have to do is beat my grandfather Garou at a simple arm wrestling match!" The handsome man shouted as his gaze never left the gathered crowd of men who was murmuring to themselves while glancing around.
"How about this since everyone here is loosing faith, you can pick someone, anyone at random and if they win I'll increase the prize with money out of my own pocket making it thirty thousand" The handsome man said which prompted the crowd to to chat among themselves while glancing around.
"What about him, he looks strong!" An young teenager suddenly called out drawing all eyes onto Cyrus who is walking passed with his hands in his pockets.
"Give me your purse lady!" A voice growled turning everyone's attention up the street as two large men ran down the street leaving an stunned old woman in distress.
Everyone watched the two men quickly gain on the slow walking Cyrus who was glancing at a tall building in the distance.
"Move!" One of the men shouted as they raised a steel pipe and swung it at Cyrus's head which hit nothing but air as Cyrus was crouching low to the ground before he quickly swept their legs out from under them and followed up by rising up and slamming their heads into the ground.
"Alright lets figh-Oh you're both knocked out already" Cyrus said as he stared down at the two unconscious men before he turned around and continue with his slow paced walk "I wonder if Izzy is having any luck?"
Cyrus felt a strange feeling which made him stopped and slowly turned his head to the right and see a group of men looking at him stars in their eyes.
"What?" Cyrus simple asked before the group of men suddenly swarmed him from all sides making his eyes widen in shock for a split second before a grin formed on his face as he tightened his fists.
"Now I wonder if he is having better luck than me?" Izayami asked as he attached Raikiri to his hip and walked away leaving a large group of punk looking men and women battered, bruised and broken.
"Apologize!" A large man growled in anger as he got up and wiped bits of food off his clothes before glaring at a red haired woman who is sitting on a chair with her legs stretched out.
"It's not my fault you don't look where you're walking" The red haired woman retorted before picking up a mug and taking a long sip as the large man pulled out a jagged machete which made the surrounding people scream with fear.
"Apologize now or I'll cut you in half!" The large man snarled as he got in the woman's face to which she simply rolled her eyes which made the man madder as he took a couple steps back and quickly swung his weapon towards her face.
Though the red haired woman let out a sigh and leaned back in her chair watching the blade pass in front of her face harmlessly as the momentum threw the large man off balance which allowed her to quickly turn the chair sideways and take her mug off the table before giving him a swift right kick to the ankle supporting his weight which was enough to knock him off his feet and send him crashing through the table she's sitting at.
"You damn bitch I'm gonna-!" The large man growled but didn't finish as she rammed her same foot against the back of his head which drove him face first into a plate that shattered on impact along with the table and wooden floor.
"Well, that was no fun" She said disappointingly as she finished her drink and tossed the old female barkeep a small bag of beli "Thanks for the meal, he'll pay for the damages" After that she left the tavern and lit up a cigarette.
And as usual, she attracted eyes like a homing beacon because of either her height as she is a good head-and-shoulders taller than everyone else, hair which is red that falls just pass her shoulder blades and her clothing wasn't exactly inconspicuous, black short-shorts with a matching black bandeau crop top that shows off her midriff, white gloves with a stainless steel swirl on the back of the hand and matching steel plates running along the back of her fingers, a white leather short sleeved cropped jacket, along with half-calf length boots with straps and buckles along the side and a adjustable white belt-bag on her lower back.
Though the one thing that drew people's eyes besides her physical appearance and choice in clothing was the two knives in their sheaths that are attached to her hips.
She ignored the looks and whispers as she made her way to the market square, intent to buy some supplies, treat herself to some apples and be on her way. This town was kind of boring. The crime rate was low, there were no wars or power struggles going on, no disputes. It was peaceful.
It was boring.
Buying her medium size candy apple, she sat down on a stone bench under a shady tree, ignoring the world and stared at the treats with a small smile. While most people would find sweets or deserts a treat, she only really ate those for special occasions or if someone offered. Never turn down free food, as they say. Unless it's poisoned, but she doesn't really need to worry about that.
She was about to take the first bite out of her treat but was interrupted by a group of loud people only a few meters off to her left. She turned her head and observed the surprising disturbance in such a boring place.
"Who do you think you are!?" a large man yelled as his group of armed thugs carrying bats and knives with the odd sword thrown in surrounded the swordsman which anyone could guess from his outfit alone.
The person shouting looked a lot like that guy she beat back in the tavern though after seeing his nose all bandage up she was certain it was him which made a small smile form on her face as she knew whatever was going to happen it would be fun.
"Me?, I'm a swordsman looking for a strong person or people to join me and my captain's crew" The swordsman spoke as he turned his head to the left and right "And since I can tell straight away that you guys are weak so I won't bother testing your strenght"
She watched with interested gleam in her eye as the swordsman walked through the crowd of men while their leader's face twisted into a look of pure anger as he swung his jagged machete at the swordsman's back.
Big mistake She thought to herself as she stared at the swordsman who is now standing behind the large man and holding his katana against his throat while his machete has been cut in two and his group of simple minded thugs screamed out in pain as they dropped their weapons and clutched their profusely bleeding hands.
"I can tell by the puddle you are making you thought I was just trying to be tough and not fight the group of scary men" The swordsman spoke with clear annoyance in his tone "No the reason I didn't want to fight anyone of you because that would be a waste of effort, now I'm gonna give you one last chance to leave with your pathetic life"
The swordsman lowered his blade and sheathed it with a click.
She let out a snicker as the large man tried to act tough as he ordered his men to leave.
"Sunset already, Maybe he found someone who isn't pathetic" the swordsman said with a sigh as he turned away and started to walk down the street "Now what way did those guys say the bar was?"
She was about to eat her apple but stopped when she saw the large man aiming a rifle at the swordsman who is still walking away which made her let out an irritated sigh as the man must have a death wish after what happened to him.
She quickly extended her left arm out and tensed her hand which sent wires soaring out and wrapping tightly around the hand that is holding the weapon steady along with the rifle barrel.
The large man howled in pain as the wires dug into his flesh making him jerk the weapon upwards and accidentally fire letting out a loud bang gaining everyone's attention including the swordsman.
"You know" she said nonchalantly and finally took a bite of her candy apple which made a smile form on her face from the sweetness "It's rude to attack someone with their back turned" she finished before swallowing and quickly pull her arm back.
The man went flying towards her, but she quickly pointing two fingers upwards flinging him into the air and screaming for his life.
She tensed her hand again and made a fist which sent her wire zipping back into it's casing through the steel on her fingers while the large man crashed to the ground with a loud thud.
She smirked at the large man as she picked up the paper bag holding her groceries and walked towards the swordsman who is watching her with a mix of emotions that she couldn't be bothered deciphering.
"Though one shouldn't really turn their back on a living opponent" she added, stopping a polite distance from him.
"I didn't think he would be brave, or stupid enough to attack" he replied, to which the she raised a brow at that.
"Ah, never mind then" she said and started walking towards one of the bars she had noticed earlier today. As she had passed she had smelled something divine, and now she wanted to give it a try.
"What do you mean 'never mind'?" the swordsman asked. Looking over her shoulder, she was a little surprised to see he was following her but quickly remembered he spoke about heading to the bar earlier.
Though from the narrowed-eyed look he is giving her he's probably trying to intimidate her which didn't bother her in the slightest.
"Well, you'll be dead soon, so not much point in bothering with you" she said as she entered the bar and taking a seat on one of the stools. He sat on the stool that was closets to the entrance . He's still trying to intimidate me by blocking of the route to the exit which overall was kinda funny since while he looked older than her, she couldn't really bring herself to be threatened by the guy. Shiny looking swords and being fast, the guy just didn't really make her brain scream 'DANGER!'
"What do you mean 'die soon'?" He asked with annoyance making her glance at him before waving her hand to order a well cooked stake, potatoes and other vegetables with gravy and a bottle of rum.
Man, He's persistent, I might actually start regret saving him She thought as the swordsman ordered a bowl of udon.
"If you're going to act so careless, then it won't take much for some lucky idiot to get a shot in" she said finally, accepting the bottle from the bartender, who said that the meal won't be long before he was off serving other patrons.
Taking a long swig, She enjoyed the burning sensation that followed the liquid as it went down her throat and settled as a smoldering heat in the stomach and slowly began to spread throughout her body.
"Ah... that hits the spot every time" She said as placed her bottle down and stared at the bottle that was now half empty.
"Should you really be drinking that much?" the swordsman asked.
She looked at the swordsman before shrugging. "Should I? Probably not. Can I? Easily. Will I? Absolutely" she said before lifting the bottle towards him in silent 'cheers' before taking another large mouthful.
Setting the bottle down, she smiled when she saw the food coming along. Her plate has a steaming steak that has been marinated to sticky perfection, roasted potatoes and herb-mixed gravy flooding half that plate that held some veggies.
She glanced at the steaming bowl of noodles the bar owner placed in front of the swordsman along with a cup of dipping sauce and chopsticks.
"Before we start eating are you saying I can't handle myself in a fight?" The swordsman asked in a tone that was both curious yet slightly angry.
"No, you can handle yourself, You proven that at the market. I'm saying that you're stupid and careless for turning your back like that, and if that's how you behave in all your fights, well..." she shrugged in a 'what can you do?' gesture "you guys won't make it in the real world for very long" she finished, ending the conversation and digging into her meal.
Honestly, she didn't mind his company. While being the dead serious no nonsense kind of guy, He seems like an interesting character though its a shame he wouldn't last long out there in the real world
Though he might be able to last longer depending on his captain and the way he fights.
"So all I have to do is beat him in a arm wrestling match huh?" Cyrus asked as he tore his gaze from the old man and back to the group of men sitting on their knees while large bumps have formed on their heads.
"Yes that's all" An overweight man said as he nursed his bump "Along with thirty thousand beil"
"I don't care about money" Cyrus said which shocked the group of men "If no one here can beat him that means he's strong which makes him perfect for my crew"
Everyone watched Cyrus walk onto the stage and sit at the table and opposite Garou who smiled.
"What's your name my good man?" The handsome man asked.
"It's Cyrus, Cyrus D Blackwood" Cyrus said as the man formed a large smile.
"Everyone give it up to Cyrus!" The handsome man yelled which gained a roar from the crowd while Cyrus and Garou grabbed the edge of the table with their free hands.
"Now you better not be weak like everyone else here" Garou said as he and Cyrus clutched hands and instantly tightened their grip as veins started to appear along their hands and arms.
"You stole my line" Cyrus said as a smirk formed on his face.
"Now start!" The handsome man yelled as Cyrus and Garou began to push against each other and tightly grip the table that already started to form cracks.
"You said I won't make it, care to prove it?" the swordsman challenged confidently as the barkeep took her plate.
She paused in drinking from her bottle to look over at the dark haired man. It seems she had insulted him, at least a little but was kind enough to at least wait until she finished her food as he finished his a while ago.
She settled her now empty bottle down and turned to face him properly.
"If you're up for it" she replied, a grin beginning to form on her lips. It's been too long since she's had a good fight, and she's been dying for someone to come by and be strong enough to give her one. The swordsman nodded and stood, patiently waiting for her to get up as well.
She stood and saw his left eye twitch when he had to tilt his head up to look her in the eyes. She offered a toothy grin showing off her canines in response to his narrowed gaze.
She knew he both noticed her sharp canines and was irritated at her for the obvious enjoyment at being taller than him. Though if he wasn't so miffed at being shorter, she wouldn't poke at him for it.
They left the bar after paying and headed off the non-populated area of the island until they were both a safe distance and in a clearing. Turning to him, she offered another grin.
"Alright come at me with everything you got, and if you're good enough I'll take back my words" she offered, leaning back on her haunches.
"Before we begin, since my captain is too busy to meet me at the bar like he requested I'll make a deal with you on his behalf, If I win you have to join our pirate crew" He spoke with an irritated tone in his voice at the fact his captain isn't here but she could tell he was serious about winning due to the look in his eyes.
"And how many people are apart of your crew?" She asked.
"Just me and the captain" He spoke without a hint of shame at being a pirate crew of two.
"Alright" she shrugged "But if you lose then go tell your captain that he has to give up on being a pirate along with you" she added easily enjoying the look of shock that appeared on his face even if it did for a second.
"And why would I agree to that?" He asked with his voice calm.
"You're making me risk my future, so I'm doing the same. Only fair" She tilted her head "But if you aren't ballsy enough to risk it, then you shouldn't be a pirate and neither should your captain if he decides that you are what he wants for a first mate"
"Fine" The swordsman said quickly which surprised her as she thought he would back down after being given an ultimatum.
"Didn't you hear what I just said, you're about to face an unknown enemy with the price of losing is giving up on being a pirate making whatever reason you decide to start a life of piracy pointless" She spoke as she stared at the swordsman standing in front of her who for the first time that they met formed a fierce grin.
"Yeah I heard you loud and clear" The swordsman spoke as he drew his two katanas with one of them glowing bright blue and the other dark orange "Which is why beating you someone who oozes nothing but confidence will be a great stepping stone at achieving my dream"
"And what dream would that be?" She asked as she saw his grin turn into a smirk.
"I'll tell you once you're apart of our crew" The swordsman said as he crouched down and leaned forward "And my name is Izayami Raichou by the way"
"Nice to meet you, I'm Alizeh Fall Domhan" She spoke as she drew her trench knives out and slip into her fighting stance that had her lightly bouncing from foot to foot "Now lets see if I'll start calling you nakama or not"
After she said that Izayami blitzed towards her with speed that would anyone else would think was teleporting but she was used to fighting very fast people and already leapt backwards as he began to swing his blue glowing blade upwards in a long arch that sliced through the air and a few strands of her hair but what made her eyes widen wasn't the fact she just got an unneeded hair cut it was when his body used the momentum of the previous attack to spin himself around like a spinning top for a split second as his jagged blade dug slightly into her right cheek and race upwards towards her eye.
Though she quickly leapt back removing the sword and gaining a fresh yet small cut along with the sting of pain.
He stopped his attack just so I could keep my eye She thought as she skidded to a stop and glanced at a puddle to see her reflection and the cut on her face before locking eyes with the charging swordsman and quickly formed a fierce grin as she dashed to meet Izayami and parried his fast strikes leaving him wide open for a counter attack.
This is going to be a very good fight!
And it looks like things have already heated up between Izayami and Alizeh while Cyrus is having a fun time. The creator of Alizeh and who came with her scenes throughout this first chapter is Outcast001 another amazing writer with a lot of stories.