Chapter 11: Minute, Butterfly!

AN: Hey guys and gals! So, here's a new chapter of Disturbing Someone's Nap. So, this chapter is here to explain a little bit more the mechanichs of the time travel I use in this story, a.k.a the Move Move fruit. When hstory changes, everyone's memories are shifted and they don't remember that the past has been changed (it's a little bit like Sugar's fruit, when people suddenly forget that this one person who just transformed into toys ever existed). Everyone ? In fact, that's not quite correct. The people who travel in time keep their original set of memories, which means that, for exemple, the straw hats will remember that Shiki didn't die even when, in fact, he did.

And also, this chapter will set up another very important thing. To be honest this story was supposed to be written in 2014, which meant that, at that time, it would have been my first story. I've set up this project on pause for certain reasons, but I didn't give up in writing fanfics. I realised by writing another Time-Travel story that it was a terrible sort of thing to do for One Piece.

A One Piece Time Travel story is a paradox. Why? Well, One Piece is mostly about freedom, and throwing Luffy (and his nakamas, sometimes) back in time is stripping him (or them) of his/their freedom. The straw hats, or Luffy, know that if they don't reach 'this Island' in time, they won't be able to save 'these people' from a fate that Luffy/the Straw hats is/are aware and in the end, it is like he/they has/have many many things he/they has/have to respect, a log book he/they has/have to follow to the letter... It's the complete opposite of a free adventure (and I'm not talking only about Luffy's) and we can see it on fanfictions where the group is kinda doing the exact same thing all over again, because they, you know, don't have a choice in the matter.

So, what should I do? I cannot avoid the fact that Luffy and his crew will have to save Alabasta, reach Sky Island, pick up Chopper, Franky, Brook, etc... and I'll respect that, but, I will only respect that. What does it means ? Well, this chapter gives the beggining of an answer, I think.

By the way Jan S. Pastan is made of a pun: S. Pastan = Espace-Temps (Space-Time in French) which suits his devil fruit pretty well.

Please enjoy your read :D

It is said that the movements of a butterfly's wings can cause a hurricane at the other side of the World. What would the tiniest of changes in the past do to the present?

Grand Line.

Dracule Mihawk was on his boat, reading his journal, averting his eyes from his prey during a few seconds. The fleet was composed of fifty ships, with on their board probably enough men to conquer a small kingdom. Mihawk stared at the bounty poster who was with his journal. It didn't show the face of the Admiral of the pirate fleet, but it was an interesting face nonetheless, with an interesting name and an interesting hat.

"Monkey D. Luffy." Mihawk read aloud. "12 Millions Berries for his capture. He defeated Captain Morgan of the navy and the Pirate Lady Alvida."

'Monkey D. …' Mihawk wondered in his thoughts. 'That's a famous name, for a famous marine. And this hat…' It was surely Shanks' hat, Mihawk didn't doubt it for a second. So there was no doubt that this kid was the one Red-hair had told him about, ten years ago. 'And this inscription on his teeth… Wait us … is this some kind of message? I wonder whom is it addressed.'

Three years ago, in the New World.

The old Samos was affected at the bureau of the Marines, giving the bounty hunters their rewards once they brought back the wanted criminal into the fold. It was a lucrative business for many fighters in the region, mostly because some bounties were ridiculously high to the point that it would probably break the economy one day, to Samos' opinion. But then again, it wasn't as if the opinion of an old low-ranked marine mattered anyway. In front of him there was this blind bloke, Issho, who often came to this office and became his friend. This bounty hunter wasn't like the others, at least he had some sense of justice, even if he spent most of the Marines' money in gambling. He and Samos were discussing casually when something incredibly strange happened.

In an instant, Issho just happened to wear an officer's coat.

His expression changed. "Where am I?" The bounty hunter asked, trying not to sound too frightened. But he was, a blind man who lost all of his marks was nothing but frightened.

Samos raised an eyebrow. "You're in one of the Marine's bureau, don't you remember?" He said, not hiding his surprise. "You're even wearing one of our coats, which I quite don't understand how and why."

Issho frowned, and turned his head to the provenance of Samos' voice. "The bureau?" He asked. "And you say you don't understand why I'm wearing a coat?"

Samos nodded. "Yeah, technically it's illegal to wear our uniform when you're not part of the corps, but…" He felt his back aching. "I won't arrest you. I'm behind a bureau for a reason, you know. And that reason must be my spine …"

"Your spine?" The bounty hunter repeated the old marine's words, and then chuckled. "Samos! It's been awhile."

Samos blinked. "I don't know if 'two seconds' is really 'awhile'."

"Time is a matter of perspective." Issho removed his coat and gave it to him. "You're right; I might not be allowed to wear this coat if I'm here. I must be doing my job as a bounty hunter right not, which means I'm not a Marine, and certainly not a Marine Admiral."

Samos took the coat. "A Marine Admiral?" He said in disbelief. "I can't really see you leading our fleets."

"Me neither." Issho replied lightly.

A few seconds passed where no one said a word.

Then Samos burst out laughing. "Oh, good one!"

"Anyway." Issho said, changing the subject of their conversation. "Do you know in which year we are?"

Samos raised an eyebrow. "Because you don't?"

The former-future Admiral shook his head. "Not really. I believe we are in 1519, but I'm not sure."

The gray-haired marine bureaucrat nodded. "Guess what? You're not completely nuts. By the way I have a few questions to ask you as well."

Issho frowned. "About the coat?"

Samos nodded. "Yeah, about the coat, and other things too."

"Well, I'm at your disposition, officer." Fujitora said.

Samos put the coat on a chair nearby. "Twenty-two years ago, a naval battle occurred not too far from here. It opposed the soon-to-be Pirate King Gold Roger and Kintama no Shitty."

"Kinjishi no Shiki." Issho corrected. "Are you referring to the battle of Ed War? Someone mentioned it to me a while ago."

Samos raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so you must know what I'll be asking to you, then."

"I don't." Fujitora replied sincerely.

The old man smiled coyly. "Oh come on! Rumors said that Shiki's ship had been destroyed by a meteor, and this is something that you can pull off. It was you who killed Shiki, wasn't it?"

Issho was taken aback by his question. Shiki died at the battle of Ed war? Well, that was new. His first thought was that Samos had a wrong version of the events in his head. But when he thought about it, it made sense: this Time shifter guy mentioned 'Ed War' and stated that he might have changed history. And then there was this marine who'd claimed that Shiki was killed by a meteor. Perhaps Jan S. Pastan really did send his meteor to the past while thinking at the battle of Ed War, which caused the projectile to go straight at Shiki's ship. And if Shiki was indeed been killed there, then there wouldn't be any reasons to believe that he survived, raided the Marine headquarters a few years later, and escaped the gaol of Impel Down. So, in the end, Fujitora was the one with the wrong version in his head.

'Damn that Roger's lucky…' Fujitora thought. 'If my meteor struck him instead, history would have changed drastically, perhaps to the best.' He could think of many reasons for the future to be better if Roger had died earlier. The Pirate's Era would be nothing more than a joke, and the Marine Headquarters wouldn't have to provoke a war with Whitebeard because they were afraid of his son. Hell Roger wouldn't even have a son! With the seas calmer than ever, the Marines would have more time dealing with other problems than piracy, and the seas would have been ten times calmer. Yeah, history would've changed for the best, but then again messing with time was too dangerous.

"I didn't kill Shiki, willingly at least, if that's what you asked." Issho replied. "I've eaten my devil fruit only a couple of years ago."

Samos nodded slowly. "Alright."

"As for why I suddenly wore a coat, it's for the best that you don't know the whole story." Issho continued, feeling a bit of disappointment coming from the old marine. "But I can tell you a bit. I come from the future."

Samos nearly choked himself upon hearing this news. "No way!" He shouted.

Issho grabbed his cane-sword and moved it to find a chair nearby. He felt an obstacle nearby and grabbed it to put the 'chair' in front of Samos' bureau. Fujitora sat on it, completely ignoring that he wasn't sitting on a chair or a stool, but rather on a table.

"I was sent here from a man who could move people through time." The former Admiral said truthfully, and then felt Samos's distrust with his observation haki. "You don't believe me."

The marine shook his head. "Nah, sounds too farfetched, even for me." He said, before realizing where his interlocutor was sitting. "You're sitting on a table, you know."

Fujitora stood up once Samos pointed out his mistake. "You don't believe that time-travelling exists, and yet you know that I can summon meteors from the skies." He mused. "How tricky the human mind can be."

Samos scratched his chin. "Yeah, you have a point." He checked the clock from the bell tower outside. "It's going to be my pause time. Why don't you tell me everything over a piece of meat and a good drink?"

Fujitora shrugged. "Alright. My times in the navy don't make the most fascinating of tales, but whatever."

Samos walked out of his counter and posed a sign on it, making sure that everyone knew that the bureau of rewards was closed from now on, at least until the marine old man returned from his pause.

"I'd be more fascinating than me." Samos replied lightly.

Fujitora, or rather Issho, got out of the building. That was it; he was thrown five years in the past, back in the days he was still hunting wanted criminals. With all the knowledge he got, about people like Crocodile, Blackbeard, Doflamingo… Issho could change the future for the best. Or would he?

They sat on a table and ordered some chicken.

"So, what are you going to do now?" Samos asked.

Issho put his hand in his pocket and sorted a small object. It was a dice.

"How about we let chance decide?" Issho asked rhetorically.

Then he threw it on the table. The die was cast.

"Oh, it's a 'one'." Samos exclaimed.

There was a moment of silence.

"Then it's their win." Issho said finally.

Samos raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean, their win?"

Issho frowned. "I shall not go into their way." He declared. "And I shall not change history."

And that was how the three incoming years were decided: During a dice game.

After that, Issho, the former Admiral Fujitora, continued to do his job as bounty hunter, trying not to change the timeline so often.

However, someone with his sheer power couldn't possibly act without changing the future. After all, his power was one of the most dangerous ones in the World, and one change, one small change in his usage could very well create different weather conditions, different storms, different waves…

The past had changed a lot with Shiki's early death, and the future would change again with Issho's different target choices. The future was uncertain, and despite his hard work to keep history intact, unavoidable, unpredictable changes occurred…

Back in the present.

Dracule Mihawk drew his sword from his back. His target was now at his blade's reach, and the Don Krieg's fifty ship fleet along with their crew would suffer a tragic fate in the seas of Grand Line.

"Blame fate to have crossed my road." Mihawk muttered while his hands were grasping his sword arm. "Farewell, Pirate Don…"

Suddenly, something incredible occurred. The fleet disappeared, vanished, as if it never had existed, or rather never had been there in the first place. And it was the case, they never used this road, and never would encounter the Warlord. Instead of a fleet, there was now a single Pirate ship.

"…Gang Bege." Mihawk finished, and slashed the wind, throwing a green shock wave into the ship of the Fire Tank Pirates, cutting it in half.

AN: So, liked it? Loved it? Please leave your thoughts on the review section.

So, yeah, there won't be Don Krieg in the Baratie.

In fact, I've never intended him to come there again in the first place.

Instead, Capone Gang Bege is the one who's victim of Mihawk's blade and Don Krieg continues his journey on Grand Line, because this time, he had used another sailing road.

However, we'll see him again. Gin too.

Gin is the center piece to the story.