So, I have decided to make this into a full story, though the updates might be a bit slower compared to my other stories.
Edited: I feel as if I need to do an extreme edit of this story. There are many flaws to it due to poor planning. I jumped into after I changed it from a one shot to a full story, so please, bear with me on the editing of chapters. It's for the better.
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece, only OC.
Chapter 1: The Runaways.
"Leanne!" He yelled over his shoulder to the small brunette stumbling over her feet in shock as they ran through the base's courtyard.
Upon the implied order, she tried to pick up her speed, but she would only trip over her bare feet on the gravel planted in the streets and then she went ungracefully to her knees when a larger than normal pebble hit her big toe.
Drake skidded in the stone pathway, turning back sharply on his heel so the rocks screeched against the metal of his boots. Ignoring the sound equal to that of nails on a chalkboard, he reached out to latch a firm grip to her arm, hoisting the brunette back on her bruised, bare feet.
Her first reaction was to dust off the dirty cloth at the kneecaps of her navy colored pants, but Drake had other plans by pulling her within his harsh grasp to continue on their journey.
The pattering of stones underfoot was the only sound that ticked against the bitter cold night along with their harsh breathes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. Heavy breathing started to pierce their lungs, and for a second Drake slowed down to regain lost oxygen and also for Leanne to rebuild her strength for the next dash to come. Then the sirens came on, ringing a loud bellowing tune that followed by confused cries of other Marines.
"Find the traitor X. Drake! I repeat: Find the traitor X. Drake!" The speakers wailed, making bright yellow spot lights flickered on; flashing across the whole area of the island.
Leanne's eyes went wide; she didn't know what was happening, but knew that is was nothing good.
When her commanding officer came into her dorm during the latest hours of the night in only his basic marine white button-up shirt and navy pants with black boots, she just knew something bad was happening, but not something like this. She figured the base was about to be under attack, bringing the whole island under high alert, and since she one of the closest to him, she thought he wanted to get her to safety. But this, she didn't know he did something that would cause treason. And now, he was dragging her into it.
Drake picked up speed, running even faster to the small civilian town nestled between the walls of the base and the bay.
There was a small dock for the town; just for the locals who wanted to go fishing or just a little pleasure cruise within the ice infested waters. The former Rear Admiral weaved through small nooks and cracks of alleyways between the buildings until the pair was released into the sudden opening of night under a dark starry sky, and then he sprinted full speed. Not just because he was in the open of the moonlight, but also because of the sight a spot lights against the waves forced him to push.
Forcing the pressure of his feet to dig into the cobble stone streets and onto the wooden docks, he didn't slow down even when skidding to the stop in front of a small navel submarine.
Drake spun the hatch, causing air to pop as it released from the compressed space. "Get in." He ordered, harsh and hurried to the bewildered brunette.
She just stood there, looking at him with wide sea-foam colored eyes.
"Now!" he snapped and grabbed her bicep forcing her to move towards the opening and scramble into the cramped space of thick metal shell that was screwed together to help withstand the deep cold waters of the North Blue.
With an ear popping bang, Drake slammed the hatch over head before climbing down the ladder to the floor. His boots echoed loudly once they hit the metal flooring, but there was a squeak from his heel as he turned to the head of the mini-sub.
"Leanne," his voice rang through the metal supports, and the brunette, loyal as ever, even if she was now going to be a wanted woman, came rushing to his side.
She was silent, but stood at attention, awaiting orders.
"Check the engines."
She nodded, turning on her bare heel and rushed to the back of the mini-sub while the soft patting faded from his ears.
He sat down in the first of the two seats at the front and he began flipping on the switches then pressing the right buttons that were all around, both in front and above him until the humming of machinery and a neutral rhythm of radar beeping sang in his ears over and over again until the patting of bare feet joined the chorus.
"It's all good, Sir." She said in a monotone voice, sitting in the seat next to the former Rear Admiral.
"Good." Drake nodded, gripping the wheel in firm hands and he pulled away for the uproar he left behind.
She just nodded in return and lounging back against the thinly dressed cushions of her chair and closed her eyes.
Humming and dotted beeping was the only sound that played along with the rattling and creaking of the mini-sub. Drake stared out at the pitch dark sea that was only highlighted against the brightness from the headlights. Steering the sub passed floating columns of grey colored ice, Drake let out a long sigh.
This wasn't supposed to happen his way, but it did. Now, sadly, he brought Leanne into this mess, though it was going to happen anyway, but not like this. Never like this.
"Why me?"
Drake snapped from his glum and glanced at the small brunette who he thought was sleeping soundly. "What do you mean?"
She opened her eyes and stared at him with her a serious look, but her voice was laced with a hidden emotion of worry. "Why me? Why did you pick me?" she questioned again her voice rising in pitch with a desperate tone.
Drake turned his head fully towards her, watching her stiffen and lean forward in her sit as she stared back at him with a glossy glaze over her sea colored eyes. He closed his eyes, and let out another sigh. "Because I needed help."
"Anyone could have helped you." She countered and her fingers started to dig into the patted cloth of the armrest.
"Because you are the only one that I could trust." Drake answered, and turned back to the sea in front of him.
Since I really don't know why Drake left the marines, or if it was said I don't remember, this will be a lot of guessing.
Whether this will turn into a romance or not is still undecided, but when I get further along it will come out.