I'm so sorry. Seriously.
I don't wanna make excuses, because this is not excuseable.
After having a hard time in reallife I forgot about and so...
I will upload what I have...but the story will be discontinued...because I haven't written far and I don't find any hope to continue since I have neither the time nor the creative ideas anymore..
It is open for adoption.
Disclamer: The characters are yours, the plot is mine and everything about One Piece belongs to Eiichirō Oda. I don't plan to make any profit with this.
It was dark and cold outside, the rain kept pouring down on the unlucky ones that could not hide in their small, but warm and welcoming homes. Ashrael was not one of those poor souls. She was staying at an inn, searching for new crew members worthy her own pirate crew. It was hard to find those, because even if she made herself quite a name – bloody Ashes had a nice ring to it – most of the customer were either ordinary townspeople, belonged to another crew or even worse, were afraid of her. She pouted. She was not that fearsome looking, right? And ugly was the last word she would describe herself with. She run a hand through her messy blue hair. It was annoying. She had to cut it sometime soon, the spike grown too long for her liking. Telling the bartender to bring her another drink, purple eyes were locked on the entrance. Just as she did so, the wooden doors swung open, revealing another person. Her face lid up, maybe today she would find the first member of her group. She recognized the young male. Bloody Angel Sasha he is called and to her information since some time ago crewless. Getting up from her barhocker, she followed him to the receptionist. As she stood beside him, Ashrael became unsure of herself. What should she say? How should she ask him? Before it was too late, she came to a conclusion. Since the saying goes like: Attacking is the best way to defend. "Want to join my crew?",she asked. No hello or how are you? No. It was a ' Want to join my crew? '. She did not even give him her name. The question stood in the room. It was unnormally warm in here and the atmosphere hung heavy on her small shoulders. He gave her one long look. Staring stright in her eyes. Red as blood and his hair they were she noticed.