It's All About the Connections

by Unorthodox swordswoman

Lupa D. Tesla,from the mysterious Soul Masters tribe,has escaped from the crazy world noble,The Master,and in fear of her life,has been constantly she slowly succumbs to her mysterious sickness, she meets Rosinante Donquixote,a wayward soul,joins her in her search for Trafalgar Law,the only doctor who can cure her. Also on wattpad. Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece

3. Into the mind

Munching on a sandwich, we wandered around the small island of Gavoc, walking in and out of stores, alleyways, Inns and bars ,but strangely enough, we couldn't find any sign of those elusive pirates.
"Hells bells ! Where on Gavoc are they?" I sighed and slumped under an orange tree. what strange colours...must be their unique factor, they look like they're on fire... Rosinante snapped his fingers in front of my face!
"Helloooo, don't drift off!" I sighed. "Ros, who did you hear this from?"
"Well, there was a talking polar bear chatting to a guy in a penguin hat and another guy with spiky blue hair. What? Why are you staring at me like that?" My jaw dropped. "You... you BAKA! You should've told me earlier ! I can create a seeking spell from your memories, C'mere!" I pulled his head down until we were eye to eye and pressed my lips on his forehead.

"Soul takeover, Mind link!" a pentacle glowed on his forehead and I was sucked into his consciousness.
In his mind, his consciousness took the form of a man, bullet wounds dotting his body the darkness, his tattoos and make-up gone, but his hair a bright golden halo, representing the goodness in him.

A vortex of memories swept us away.

A blond haired man with a bright pink feathered coat and sunglasses.
The ground slipping under.
A sharp stabbing sensation!
A small sulky boy with a white spotted hat saying something, Cora-san!

And it went on and on. It was starting to become overwhelming.

"Argh! What is happening? Who are you?" Rosinante was hyperventilating. Corazon, you need to calm down, its only me, " I said soothingly. "Where are you, why can I hear you everywhere?" His body was going nuts. His eyes where darting wildly and he was shaking. His body was bulging at the edges, memories straining to get out. This wasn't good. It was the first time I tried this on a ghost. If i don't calm him down in time, he'll lose his hold on his personality, his memories become Fragmented, a ghoul.

A memory tried to tear itself away from him. OH NO YOU DON'T! I snarled. I grabbed the memory and pressed it against his body. He convulsed and a wave of black swallowed us.