And that one time
AN: Last on of series, feel happiness flow into your body. You don't need to read my bloody shit anymore about crying. I have bacome bored even myself and in truth if I readed something like this, I would leave immediatelly. But don't leave! Please don't! Tell me what is wrong with my writings, I need and pled to be told about my flaws. My friend can prove it! Love, Rose Hitogoroshi.
Rose was happy. Not just any happy, she felt wonderful.
Birds sang, sun shined and she was seen humming, certain lightness in her steps. People who saw her, shaked their heads, grumbling underneath their breath that she was 'mad from spring'.
Well, madness was already in her diagnosis, so she didn't care what other said about her.
And so what if it was spring. It would just mean that she and her sister would be able to move out from here.
Her hobbies were already noticed by marines, dead body of man about 20 years old was found at stairs of his workplace, and people here weren't all that kind anyway.
Whispering and crumbling as she walked past them was least she could hear if she walked in town. Insults were even more common, whore and slut being most common ones with bitch coming to good third place, but she wouldn't listen them.
If somebody had something to say to her, they would better come to say it to her face and not yell twenty meters from her.
She knew she wasn't most popular person in here, it was her sister who would worm her way to their hearts and was now hailed as princess by her abilities with medical instruments. It had happened many times in past.
Fang, her sister if you were asking, would be hailed and praised at everything she did as she was loathed and yelled at. But Rose wasn't mad about it.
She knew she had got enough of those flimsy praises and the hypocritical people who admired saviors who killed more than enemy who they loathed when she was younger.
She only found it sad. Fang would get good feeling, that was the point of getting her in these towns, but she would grow ignorant if she believed what others thought of her to be everything that counted. Hell, she even controlled her friend circles so that they would fit into norm!
Rose was always first to go, she didn't even need to be told. She knew she wasn't what people wanted to see. Crazed slut who had more blood on her hands than death reaper itself.
Rose chuckled to herself as walked past shop keepers who glared at her. She found it laughable everytime she heard those words.
Crazy didn't mean she was stupid, slut didn't mean she was easy to win and killer didn't mean she was always after blood.
She got her days, both in good and in bad, but to write her off as stereotypical madman was something she disagreed wholehearthly.
To become slut you would need to have a lot of sex right? Who they thought she had sex with, the ghosts?
No, it was these 'regular' man, who had loving marriadge and wonderful wife, but who couldn't tell to society that every saturday night they would tip toy to closest prostute and have dirty sex in cheap price of ten bucks per hour.
So in reality she was just crazy killer, but that could be just anyone.
She believed that in every person, there was hiding need to manipulate and murder things, be it helpless animals or strong human. She just proclaimed her thoughts out loud and was disliked because she was either right or wrong.
If she had hitted the spot, she would get beating and she would prove to herself right again. If they just leaved her be, she bowed to her audience and would confirm her belief that small percentage of people actually were worth while to get now.
Stupid she wasn't, she just found thinking too boring.
That's main reason why at that same day, she walked to dead ened, like many times before, and heard a group of people behind her.
Her smile, biggening because of this, flashed her teeth in darkness before she turned around to greet her punishment.
"Hello boys. How was your day?" She polietly asked from them, watching ten or so male trap her into corner. Different kind of weapons she saw peaking between their group, sharp and painful things that she wasn't quite sure she would survive without her ability.
"Oh, you don't like talking to me? How rude of you. Shamed be the day when..." Her sentance was stopped by firm punch to her face by one of them.
"Shut up slut." He sneered at her, his anger emitaiting from his posture. "Shut up and take what you deserve."
She coughed as he kicked her, almost opening her day old wound again. Soon hits were raining on her, piss, shit and semen throwed onto her as she was gagged by those same ingredients and tortured.
Her clothes were shreaded, her hair pulled, her body beaten black and blue and her holes abused but she kept her poker face. Like when she was younger, she travelled back to those old dreams, where she would sip tea with her grandmother and grandfather, eat cookies and listen stories of old days with childlike curiousity and excitment painted over her now older face.
She could tend her garden with grandmother or go fishing with grandfather but never would she frown. Always smile and laugh.
Day was old when she finally came back to it, feeling last pulls of civilians before her holes were once again filled with thick white goo, that would flow from her overused asshole and pussy.
She felt how they laughed at her pathetic sight, slapped her ass one more time to 'watch it all flow out' before stumbled out from ending, back to their normal and safe life where justicy was served and evil woman was punished.
She laied there, watching shadows fall over her before she stood up slowly, pain sparkling in her body everytime she moved. But like always, she just limped to her aparment, which was overpriced and dirty, and falled to her dusty bed, not bothering to clean herself up just now.
She just observed light that was hanging above her matress, a single lightbulb in simple chain swinged from one side to another by power of her door opening. Slowly, its swinging stooped and it just hanged from chain, string inside it it burning bright yellowly.
She was still using her poker face, nothing came out as she thought about her situation. They would leave tomorrow, no matter what.
Fang had to be satisfied by now, she had been treated like queen almost month. It was time to continue their adventures.
A small voice spoke deep inside her, the same voice that she had heard only when she was quessing whatever or not was she standing.
'But what if she wants to stay? Will you stay too? She is your sister and family means no one is left behind.'
Closing her eyes, she tried to think her answer but couldn't help but listen another voice that spoke up. This time she regonized it as her mind, it was the one that had won her inner battle years ago.
'Why should you stay? This place is no better than your uncle's place. Do you really want to die here just because one girl doesn't know what is what she should be after?'
Potraits of Fang, both good and evil, appeared in her eyes, swimming to her conciousness.
"I-I-I" She stutered, not knowing what to do.
'Oh come on Rose. It's not that hard. Just answer to us, do you want to stay here and die or do you want to leave and live?' Voices spoke together, three diffrent voices combinening to form one chilling voice.
"I-I-I..." She sighed. "I don't know." The Voice chuckled, mocking her with its diffrent tones.
'Well then, why don't you go and ask herself, does she want to you to stay or does she want you to leave?' Voice laughed and left her there, dirty, in pain and scared for their sisterhood.
Morning came faster than she liked. Sleep wasn't something she craved, so she was up all night like many nights before, her eyebags underneath her eyes growing bigger and darker by evey night. But it could covered with make up, like her bruises and cuts.
This was one of few skills she had mastered. Deception was one of her best traits and even then she knew she could get better.
Lying was her life, no whole truth would ever shine in her words. Only when she was with people she loved, she would feel comfortable to tell small truths about herself. Like how she trully felt and what she was scared off.
Other times, she would lie.
Her bravery, her talents, her charm. All of it was just game, a lie to her.
Perfume she used was made so that when she wanted, she could slightly control others. Only slightly and it only worked in what they thought about her.
She could make them love her if they like her and she couod make them hate her if they disliked her. To put it bluntly, she could enchant their feeling of her, nothing more, nothing less.
But if people hated her, like this city did, she was at their hands, helpless to change anything. That was why she didn't fight back, it would only get worse if her perfume was sensed by those rageful idiots.
During night 27, she always kept her calendar at right time, she washed her body and fixed her body up, so that she looked prenstably to others. Tan bodylotion over her bandages would act like her skin for this week, quite bit of her skin had ripped apart when spiked boot was kicked to her stomach, leaving nasty scar just next to her scar that she had aquired from in some battle.
Both went over her small stomach, red lines reching to her hip bone where you could still see handprints.
Fortunally her tattoes covered most of her back, right tight and right arm, she wouldn't know what to do with herself if she was forced to cover any of them.
Large picture of rose been bitten by pair of wolf fangs were to symbolize Fang and her.
Her arm tattoo started from her shoulder and stopped at her elbow, numbers that seemd random forever attached to her skin. '8' '9' '14' and '18' went over her bicep, every number in their own line. Those years were her best years to date.
When she was 8, she met her father and Fang, two important persons in her life.
When she was 9, her father acknowledge her as his legal daughter and she started really have stedy income.
At age of 14, she met her man.
At age of 18, she got legally engaged to him and now, at age of 20, she was still waiting for their marriedge contract.
At her thigh, she had a black and white pirate mark of her father, Donquixote Doflamingo, who she missed very much.
'I could go look at papa. We haven't seen each others for years...' She thought bleakly as stared at grinding face of jolly roger that she was proud to wear.
Putting the idea into locker, she pulled her clothes on and went to look for her sister, who was somewhere in this city.
She found her. Living in the mansion with other healers, she was calmly sipping tea and enjoining good weather at back yard with two other nurses.
Rose watched her laugh daintly, covering her mouth with her hand as not to show others she was laughing.
She watched her talk everything with them, her fears, her love life, things that she found annoying.
She felt sad, at least she quessed it was sadness.
Fang wouldn't tell normally anything to her without some blackmailing or threthening, yet here she was witnessing her babble about anything related to herself with no problem.
Rose doubted Fang wanted to leave anymore. She had fine home, loving friends who did good things, bravery and confiedence to do good things and Rose just couldn't go there and ruin it.
Silently like ghost, she walked back to white, brick walls and was about to step through, her right foot already inside it, when she turned around and watched backwards.
Fang's laughter filled area, beautiful noise she could describe it. Rose gulped down her piece at throath and walked out from mansion, leaving Fang behind.
"Where had she went?" Fang asked to herself, walking circles in her room. She was nibbling her nails again, a bad habit of her when she was stressed as she walked on her blue carpet. Luxurious bed with light blue sheets was at end of room, directly across mahongy door which was years old. At bed's upper corners were two book shelves which holded many books differing in plot and gengre wise. She had readed through them all in week and was forced to borrow from main library.
At bed's left wall was huge window that allowed beautiful sight to city every morning. Opposite of them, over huge bed, was small desk where she did all paperwork, if she had any. Usually she didn't, she would always do them at her office, but that had kinda slipped from her mind after she heard that Rose was missing. For three days she had done nothing but worrying. Is she alright, is she hurt, is she prisoned? But as she was healer, she couldn't just go running around in mad search of her sister who was infamous of her ability to disappear in puff. What if someone was injured and she was out?
It was on her shoulders that everything was run smoothly, as it would be thought when you were head nurse of hospital. She had quickly turned from common nurse to head nurse, in just two weeks, because she was that good. These peoples weren't that great, they barely even knew that you don't put dirty needle inside someones veins, but they holded large knowledge over herbs and medicines. As it was natural island, they find every herb and plant they need just when they stroll in countryside. She lacked in this area and was determinted to learn their ways, that way she would be more useful to Rose.
Rose. She was found missing two days ago, but it was believed that she had left even earlier than that. A week ago was said to be better time of her disppearing. Since then, Fang had closed herself into her room, walking circles and eating her nails. Grandreserches were started, just because their lovely main nurse was worrying over this one person, but when she said she will particepate, she was denyied. 'You're needed in here', they would say to her. 'You're only person who could help citizens from their illness.' 'Yeah, flu and cough are indeed lethal...' She snorted, her feverious walking never stopping.
'Psychiatrist is what they need, not nurse. Fudging old men and women who think that sneezing is sign of heart attack...' She thought darkly, thinking how good they would be if thay had letted Rose do her job. Well, side job, if we are preciece. Her real job was afterall teacher, so she couldn't be psychiatrist whole timely. But now she was gone and Fang didn't know who to tell her bad feelings.
Nurses here were nice and fun to be with, but she couldn't shake he feeling off that they were being nice just to kiss her ass. True friend would drop anything off if she needed them, right? Well, she had been needing a friend for two days, yet none of nurses came in here. They didn't come check her if she had eaten any!
'Fuck this!' She suddenly shouted in her mind, slamming her foot down. 'I will search sis, no matter what those hags want me to do!' She walked through her door, staying in their so called 'invisble mode'. Only haki users could see and feel them as to naked eye it seemed like they really did disappear. Great asset in surprise attack, but could be difficult at times, to her atleast. Rose had gotten hang of turning other objects invisble too, but Fang has never learned it.
She just didn't want to use her ability all together in battles, so she didn't learn that way. In normal situations she wouldn't mind and sometimes pratical jokes that Rose did were funny, but in battle she felt too much like ghost. She heard and saw those souls that still lingered around in battles, drawen like moths to flame everytime a fight started.
It was one downside of their ability. Only ghosts and very spiritfull peoples saw souls and as they were only ghosts that lived, they wailed at them, complaining about their pains. She didn't want to hear them, those desperate voices of adults and childrens who howled and cried loudly, be it night or day. Rose didn't see them as clearly as she did, she said that she only saw some faces and bodyparts of them, but she could hear them as clearly as Fang did.
'Souls who haven't been satisfied,' Rose had started when she had asked why they were so many souls lingering around battles. 'need to devour other souls until they are fullfilled. At battlefield, you are more likely die than at safety of your home.' That was why she didn't like to use her ability or kill people. She turned herself to medical line, where people were saved and not destroyied.
Rose was very good anatom teacher and while her knowledge of medicals was small, "Press at wound and bloodflow will stop.", she had enough under her belt to survive through most accidents that she tended to get herself into. But she didn't know everything and that was what made Fang so restless.
What if she got another heart attack, what if her asthma worsened, what if all her smoking had damaged her lungs too much and she died by suffocation? Her walk quickned at these thoughts, Rose's address her only destination for now. As buildings became more and more run down and people got more threathening looking, Fang got a heavy rock in her stomach.
Rose would usually live in more run down aparment, but that would only be when there was her gang besides her. Last time she readed the news, her gang hadn't reached the Grand line yet. Finally, she came to Rose's address and gasped. It was still miraciously standing building that had words 'Slut den' and 'bitch's place' spraied all over breaking walls. Somehow, she knew that these were ment for Rose.
She had heard these words been yelled at street to somebody, but when she asked who they were yelled at, she would get 'black haired freak' as answer. Now she understood. 'Oh Rose, what else have you been hiding from me?' She thought, remembing all those times in past when same things had been yelled at Rose but when she thought they were yelled to someone unimportant to her. Slowly she climbed upwards from fire escape ladders, she really doubted that ones at inside would endure her weight.
She got to top floor, where Rose should be residicying, but when she founded no one inside she became to panic. "What I was think?" She hitted herself at forehead. "Of cource she couldn't be just sitting here. She is lost, not hiding." She turned around, trying to think what to do. "Clues! I have to find clues!" Shouting joyfully, she turned aparment up side down. But nothing was found. No piece of paper, note or another way of communication. Just dust over dust. Fang sat on floor where dirty blanket was thrown by herself in her mad search for clues. Matress was only slightly better than thing wood board, bending if any preassure was put on it, and only thing that kept it up was cabinet thrown down, acting as legs and body of bed.
Nothing else was there. Lightbulb in chain hanged from ceiling, matress that could be compared to torture table with all those spings poking their sharp ends to your back, cabinet being only thing in moderate good state and a blanket that she seriously doubted was ever cleaned. Something caught her eye thought. Behind opened door, only one to lead out, was something.
She climbed back to her feet and quietly walked to it. Closing door gently, she revalved broken wall that was made by human. Lines of where wall was cutted out were clear and sharp, like if they made preciecly for smaller humans. Something reacked from other side, burning her noise with smell of death and rotting flesh.
Pulling in all bravery she got, she stepped through crack, grimazing as she heard dull splush under her foot. But she won her reaction of looking down, it was hopefully already dead rat. Stress over word hopefully.
When she was fully inside, she almost throwed up. Revolting stench lingered around what looked like bathroom, coming most likely from all deceased animals who some were already under thick mould layer, relesing lethal toxins to air. Keeping one hand over her nose and using one hand as her wall guide, which were by the way very slippery because of slime, she walked through cemetary of pets, flinch everytime she heard that same dull splat as her shoe stepped over anything once living. It wasn't that long room, but to her, it could have been longest room in her life. In darkness with smell so revolting that she wanted to vomit and perished pets which made the smell, she felt like she was pulled down to Hell.
Finally her hand founded door handle at other end of room and with no pre-judgement over it, she opened it swiftly, closing it behind her with even quicker moves. She breathed out heavily, feeling relief of not being forced to stay in that repulsive room.
She found herself in much bigger room, last one could barely held bed and that was only thing in there, as this one had actual bed, dresser and table with chair. All was neatly at there, even symmetrically if she dared to say.
Bed was in pristine condition with pillow being fluffed out perfectly, sheet under it without any wrinkles and even decorative sheet that hided matress was put millimeter preciecly, exactly one point half centimeters away from floor. Floor was clean, so clean that she could hear slight squeking under her now dirty shoes. Dresser was polished, its beautyfull dark wood shining in sun that came from clear window that had pure clean curtains at sides. At table was a lamp, hunching over table, as it watched note under it with its lightbulb eye.
Fang's face grew cheerfull as she saw it and she ran to it, grasping it between her two hands as she said readed through it, sitting on wood chair that she pulled when she saw it was long letter. At end of note she had tears on her face. "Oh Rose, how much you hided from me?" She wondered to herself before caught an arrow that pointed at back side of paper. Turning around it with deliebert slowness, she readed Rose's last words out loud.
"P.s I had went to my papa's place, so don't worry about me! You just train there or anywhere you want, I will do the same. See you next year at Shaky's bar at three o'clock!" She lowered her eyes a notch to read extra sentance. "P.p.s If you aren't there at that time, I will make an accident to happen on your parents." She stared with wide eyes at small paper note where surprsingly good handwritting made curvy and grazeful letters dance with elegance. "
She knew my parents..." Was only thing she could whisper. "She bloody knew my parents yet never told me!" She shouted in rage, almost ripping note apart. Her lifelong dream was meet them once and make them proud of her alongside of Rose. She wanted to know was it true, was she an accident. But now it seemed that her parents, who were thought to be dead, were alive and Rose had knew it!
"Rose! You damned sister of mine! I will get you from this!" Even if she was angry at her, hell she wanted to kill her, she couldn't help but smile. This was a girl, no, a woman that she had knewn for most of her life. Even if she kept in dark at somethings, she believed that Rose wouldn't keep her promise.
She knew about her goal and if there was something she still honored, it seemed she had alot that she honored afterall, it was goals. Becauce if you had a goal in your life, you would try to achieve it and most of times it would require getting better. That was what she admired, not always honored though.
Strenght. She would latch onto stronger indivulands and be amazed of their strenght, be it physical or psysical. She would try to learn their techniques or, if they had one, their motivation.
So no, Rose couldn't make herself to kill them, hurt maybe but not to kill. "How troublesome." Fang sighed to herself but laughed after while. "No use just standing here, better go training so I don't get bored!" She laughed even nore at that.
Truth was, she had almost learned everything she needed about herbs. Just about week of her learning and teaching new nurses and she could be safe to sail away, but apperantly Rose had grown too land anxious and left without her.
Her face turned sour though as she remembered that she needed to walk trough that disgusting cleaning room. "And that smell. Ugh!" She said to herself, almost feeling her stomach content climb up to her throath. "There has to be another way out." She mumbled to herself, dismissing any idea of this being false.
Searching quickly around, she founded ladders going down just under sparklingly clean window. She looked down and suddenly got chills at her back. She had never liked high places, only if it was done by nature then yes, but ladders were so high up and ground was so long way down that she felt lightheaded by just watching it. Gulping down her own fears over heights, she would never ever go throught that Room, yes, with a big R, she stepped outside, her knees shaking slightly even when she only concentraited in getting to first step.
Breathing out in try of relaxing herself, she took another step downwards and knew that this would take time. 'Anything other than that mockery of graveyard.' Her mind said with steel strong voice and she kept climbing down, not once looking down too much so that she wouldn't get scared and lose her grip.
30 minutes later
Fang breathed out in relief when her feet finally touched solid ground. Those minutes were her scariest since she found out that Rose hadn't taken her medicines.
Sweat dripped from her forehead and she wiped it away with sleeve of her hoodie, not feeling too picky about where her fear's symbols would go. Sun was high over her, caressing her with hot rays that had made other peoples go to some shade. Only bravest stayed under sun when it was middle of sky during summer, and even then they drank alot of water and would take breaks between their work.
Usually Fang would love this moment of day. She would coddle up in drifty house and read books, sipping lemonade that she was offered by Rose, who could only do drinks without failing miserably. But now she could only walk back to stuffy mansion where paperwork waited for her.
'Hope I can survive these last weeks without Rose.' She thought, now appriciating her crazy ideas that would cheer her life. 'It's going to be one loooong and dull year.' She said in her mind as she already heard panicked yells of nurses-to-be.
Plastering her kindest smile, she walked to their line of sight, bracing herself for relieved yells and overattached girls. When first dozen pair of feet were running towards her, yelling for "Fang-sama", she sighed in disappointment. 'Yep, one long and dull year.'
AN: Aaaand that's it. Phew! Five more chapters poted in just one day, ain't that good! And yes, you are allowed to review, I will not bite your head off even if it is a hate letter that turns somehow into how my mother is fat and stupid, she is sometimes, and how I shouldn't live in here, I agree wholeheartly, just tell me something. I try to fix it up. This is Rose, signing out!