Musicians Gone Crazy
Disclaimer: Don't own One Piece.
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"Chizuru, are you sure this is the right way back to the ship?" Azu whined, following the navigator, "Arisa's getting antsy in her panties,"
Even as a loud cracking sound was heard behind her, Chizuru kept walking ahead down the deserted street of Mock Town.
"Seriously, where are we going?" Azu asked as Chizuru came to a sudden stop. The shipwright looked at her, then up to see a large theater building in front of them, "Why are we here?".
Chizuru grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the theater. Arisa shook her head and followed the two of them into the theater, up a flight up stairs and into a deserted balcony. The navigator held a finger to her lips and pointed to the ground floor below them. Both Arisa and Azu looked down and the shipwright's eyes went wide when he saw DJ holding his arm while staring down a man with a guitar in his hands. The three of them could see blood running down DJ's arms.
"What the hell's going on?" Azu whispered, "We gotta help him!"
Chizuru grabbed his shoulder and shook her head, "No...let this fight play out,"
"What?!"
"Trust me...,"
Down below, DJ glared at the mercenary called Mariachi, "What the hell did you just do to me?" he winced, "How'd you shoot me with a guitar?!"
Mariachi strummed his guitar, "Don't tell me 'ou are that dense?" he gripped the neck of his guitar, "This is not just an instrument, but a gun as vell,"
"What?! A gun inside a guitar?!" DJ blinked, staring at the merc, Who is this guy?
"That look on 'our face says 'ou have never seen a veapon like this?" Mariachi held up his guitar, "I do not blame 'ou, this is the Grand Line after all, and it does have many different things. Now vould 'ou like to continue, or to give up right now?"
"Give up? HA!" DJ let go of his bleeding arm and grabbed his sabre, "Never...this is for Niri-chan! Sharp Note!" he ran (at normal speed due to Seastone slug in his body) at Mariachi, sabre poised to strike.
Mariachi cracked a grin and with amazing speed, he managed to dodge each one of DJ's strikes from his technique.
"Too slow,"
"How about this?!" DJ lowered his sword behind him, "ROUGH DIVIDE!"
As he swung his sword up, Mariachi shook his head and held up his guitar, which took the full force of the attack without splintering, which amazed the Axe-Head musician.
Pain shot through his arm again and DJ backed away, holding his arm, "Damn Seastone...! If I could just use my Devil Fruit powers...,"
"Vhich is vhy I used the bullet," Mariachi mused, taking a seat on a nearby stool, "I knew 'ou vould use it,"
"How the hell did you know I was gonna do that?"
Mariachi lazily plucked a guitar string, "Because, 'ou are still a rookie, kid," he looked up from under the brim of his large hat, "Ve can keep going, but I cannot promise 'our safety,"
DJ grabbed his sword again, ignoring the new pain in his arm, "Bring it, you bastard Mariachi!" he screamed before charging at him again. Mariachi shook his head and rose calmly from the stool, "I varned him...," he muttered as he brought his guitar up, blocking DJ's attack again, "...'ou have to do better than that, to 'it me!"
Not being able to hit Mariachi even once just made DJ even madder and madder. He glared pure hatred towards him and pulled his sword to the side, "DRAGON'S BARRAGE!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. He swung again and again, over and over, but each time he swung, each strike was blocked by the strange gun-guitar of the mercenary. On the last attack, the mercenary pushed DJ's blade upward, throwing the wounded musician off before spinning around and slugging him hard enough in the head to send DJ flying through the theater.
Above in the balcony, Azu winced as he watched DJ get struck in the head, "That's gotta hurt...least it wasn't his family jewels," he rubbed the area between his legs, "Get hit there enough times, it starts going numb...,"
Arisa grinned and pulled out her hockey stick again, "Really now?"
Down below, as blood ran down the side of his head, DJ pushed the broken debris off his body, "Sure, I can take down a blind Marine captain but a stupid guitar-toting mercenary I can't beat?! That's just not right...," he staggered to his feet, the blood matting his brown hair against his scalp, "What is that bloody guitar made out of?!"
Mariachi chuckled and patted his weapon/instrument, "Adam's Vood and coded vith a special varnish. It is my favorite,"
"Favorite?!" DJ gawked at the merc, "You have more than one?!"
The mercenary nodded and jumped off the stage he was currently occupying. Calmly and humming to himself, he walked over to a few guitar cases that were leaning against a nearby seat and placed his supposedly indestructible weapon into one of them, then picked a couple of them up and turned to DJ.
"I vould run if I vere 'ou...," he said in a warning tone as he gripped the handles of the guitar cases.
DJ cursed as he wiped blood that was dripping down his eyelid, "Why...?!"
The mercenary grinned as small switches flipped open from the case handles, "Because these two are machine guns...,"
"Oh...crap," DJ turned and dove behind the nearest set of chairs. As soon as he met the floor, the sound of gunfire filled the theater and flashing lights from the machine guns danced around the walls. The Axe-Head musician curled himself into a ball, a hand over his ear as he tried to keep the loud gunfire out of his skull.
I don't know what's wrong with me! DJ's eyes darted back and forth as the walls flashed, I've gone up against a crime syndicate, a prison's forces armed with rifles and other rival crews, but there's something about this guy...he scares the shit out of me! Who is this shithead?
The sound of gunfire finally ceased and DJ looked up to see the flashes around the walls had disappeared. Alright, alright, I gotta do something, for Niri-chan! The captain's gonna kill me if something happens to her... he thought as he rose to his feet.
"I've 'ust received vord 'hat ve now have 'our merman and 'our fox-girl friend," Mariachi spoke loudly, startling DJ. The Axe-Head didn't even notice him come closer from the spot he was previously at, firing showers of bullets at him.
Fox-girl friend?! DJ's eyes widened, "Y-You have Dusty-chan?!" he swung his sword again, but tired and weak from the ordeal so far, it was a very weak swing, "Give her ba-," he didn't get to finish because Mariachi shot his leg upward and connected his boot with DJ's forehead, sending the young brunette into a backflip, fresh blood running down the front of his head.
DJ hit the theater floor, out cold, sabre still held tightly in his hand. Mariachi tilted his head as he looked DJ over, "...'ou remind me of myself vhen I vas 'ounger," he mused before picking the musician up and slinging him over his shoulder.
The three onlookers in the balcony watched as Mariachi gathered his weapons and made his way to the exit. When he was just about out, he stopped and pulled out what looked like a tiny Den Den Mushi from his clothes. Chizuru cupped her hands around her ears and listened closely to the conversation the merc was having with the person on the other end. When it ended, Mariachi left the building and Chizuru looked at the two others with her, telling them all she heard.
"Man, this sucks," Azu bit his thumb, "A guy with a guitar made out of Adam's Wood. That is something else because Adam's Wood is very, very rare," he sighed, then a goofy grin spread across his face, "Well then, since we have the ship to ourselves, ladies, how's about we go make ourselves a sandwich?"
BONK!
Tears rolled down Azu's face as Arisa spun a large golf club around in her hand, a huge vein in her forehead.
"Azu, you Baba-head, stop being a pervert!" she hissed, "What the hell's wrong with you? Your so called nakama are taken by mercenaries and all you care is about getting into our pants?!"
Chizuru cleared her throat, unphased by Azu's perverted suggestion, "Excuse me, but if you two are done having a lover's quarrel...," she trailed off.
Both Azu and Arisa turned and glared at her, "WE'RE NOT LOVERS!" they shouted together, "WE HATE EACH OTHER!"
The red-haired navigator calmly looked at the two of them and rose to her feet, her daggers clinking against each other as she moved, "Be that as it may, let's find Pingu since he's the only one they don't know about. Once we do that, we can think of a plan to save the others,"
Arisa and Azu glared at each other, huffed and turned away from each other, "Fine...,"
The brunette woman turned to Chizuru, "I don't get it, why the hell do we gotta find a dumb penguin first?"
"He can help us out a lot,"
"How, he's a friggin' bird!"
Azu laughed and stretched, "You don't know Pingu,"
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Kilnorc: Crap, now DJ's down and out! Well, at least Chiz and the others are on the way to help them out! Will they save them in time? Stick around and find out! Oh, and BTW, it may have lacked some things with action and Mariachi's speech may have been off, but since he belongs to Dude of Doom, I suggest you take it up with him. I just write with what I know...he he he...which explains lack of action in this one. Devon's will be much better, believe me! (Sorry, DJ)
On the next chapter of Homeland...
Devon: You're stronger than a lot of people. Only one other guy has given me this much of a challenge recently...
Crow: Thank you...let's just see how strong you are, Demon!
Devon: Niflheimr, Koori Kiri!
Crow: Cross Slash!
Test of Strength, Demon King vs Crow!
Crow: ...a true swordsman like you will go far in this world.