Dark Cloud! Is it Really? Alternative
Chapter 1
WARNING: Rated M for a reason. Will have blood, gore (general violence), and in later chapters romance.
'Thought'
"Speech"
~Mental Speech~
"Beast Speech"
Emphasis
-Letter-
Attacks
{Author notes}
Kenbunshoku Haki – Color of Observation – Observation Haki – allows user to sense the presence of others in the form of a sixth sense / Precognition
Busoshoku Haki – Color of Arms – Armament Haki – allows user to coat oneself with their spirit life force / Invisible Armor – Fighting Spirit
• Busoshoku: Koka – Color of Armaments: Hardening – stronger version of regular busoshoku haki / Visible Armor (metallic black coating)
Haoshoku Haki – Color of the Conquering King – Conqueror's Haki (King's Haki) – allows user to dominate the wills of others / Intimidation
Kairōseki – Sea Stone – A greenish-blue stone that gives off the same wavelength as the ocean itself / nullifies Devil Fruits
Akuma no Mi – Devil Fruits – mystical fruits that give the consumer different and varying kinds of abilities
Yonkō – Four Emperors – four most notorious and most powerful pirate captains in the world / neither ally nor enemy of one another, preferring to be autonomous
Shichibukai – Seven Royal Warlords – seven powerful pirates acknowledged by the government and is given certain rights and leeway by said government
Supernova – Super Rookies – any rookie pirate who has managed to earn a bounty of over 100,000,000 beli.
Pain.
Pain. Pain. And more pain.
That's all that Law felt. His body lightly convulsing with painful tremors even as the seconds passed by.
He swore that he would never practice his magic on October 31st again after today. The date just seemed to have it out for him.
Law didn't know what had happened. He really didn't. He had just been practicing his magic like he always tried to do when he and his crew were alone and unbothered by troublesome marines, pirates, or just sentient creatures in general. He had created a sphere, much like his Room in appearance, out of pure magic to surround his ship, in which he then proceeded to use to check over the runic arrays he inscribed throughout the entirety of the metal contraption and to do a basic overview of sorts just for the hell of it.
Once he was finished with that self-given task, Law had decided to play around with his magic in hopes that he would be able to come up with something new or, at the very least, to entertain his crew so that they would leave him be for at least a little while.
Several hours passed in this manner with nothing else really happening. In fact, Law had been about to call it quits for dinner when what felt like ridiculously sharp barbed hooks curled themselves into his sternum. Law knew instinctively, though, that it was actually his magical core that the hooks snagged and not an actual body part.
The hooks viciously snatched at him, bringing even more pain to him than what the settlement of the blasted things had caused. Law had resisted as much as he could, knowing that they meant nothing good for his continued health if the agonizing pain it caused was anything to go by, but he could only resist for so long. With one last vicious pull, the hooks dragged him from his perch on the Tang and forced him through what felt like a pencil sized tube at a ridiculously high speed.
When Law was out of the tube-like thing, he felt like he was floating, or falling, with the wind rushing up to meet him. Right before he impacted on something very hard and very solid. Something that felt very much like stone. Ancient stone if the sheer amount of magic thrumming through it was any indication.
Groans and grunts sounded around his prone form, familiar but unable to really determine who with the pain swimming through his body and muddling his mind. There was so much noise aside from that, too, ranging from whispers to shouts. Law didn't like it. At all. It meant that not only was he in an unknown area but surrounded by potential threats as well.
He really did loathe October 31st.
A low whine ripped itself from Laws' throat before he could stop it, somehow cutting through the noise surrounding him and quieting the area near immediately. He didn't like that either. He really didn't like the thought of potential threats focusing on him, but there wasn't much that Law could do about it. Not now. The fact that he had actually made a sound of pain that wasn't a grunt or small groan was proof enough for that.
Unfortunately for him, Law was stubborn . . . incredibly so.
Because of this, Law attempted to push through the pain and made to stand, pushing what little of his magic that he could reach out at the same time to form a protective barrier around himself and the familiar feeling ones surrounding him.
That proved to be a mistake on his part. Whatever it was that dragged him here had pulled at his magic after several hours of continuous use and while he was still practicing, putting far more strain on his core and body than it otherwise should have. Attempting to put an impenetrable barrier in place and actually succeeding threw those two aspects of himself well over the edge.
Law collapsed, having only been able to raise himself on his arms, and a pained whine, that was much louder than the first, escaped from him, not even having attempted to stop the noise as the pain increased to unbearable levels. He felt the barrier flicker, as if it was attempting to collapse on itself, before it settled, shrinking to a more manageable level around him and what he assumed was his crew after having pushed several unknowns away from the immediate area.
A menacing growl ripped through the air not even a full second after Law's second whine escaped him causing shrieks and screams to ring out. Laws brow furrowed. That growl had sounded very, very familiar.
'Bepo?'
It would explain the familiar feeling auras he had sensed surrounding him that he had assumed to be his crew.
The source of the growling was confirmed to indeed be Bepo when the noise came closer and a figure moved above him, crouching protectively over Laws prone form.
The edges of Laws vision was starting to go black and the noise was beginning to fade. His body numbing itself making the pain racking through him harder to feel. He felt nauseously light-headed and dimly noted that he was loosing consciousness. The last thing that Law was aware of was the yelling of a name long forgotten, a shout of 'MASTER' accompanied by something alive slipping through the barrier, Bepo's threatening growls, and something large moving in-between the barrier and the unknowns.
'. . . Pink . . . feathers?'
". . . Doffy?"
Unbeknownst to the know unconscious Law, his crew had heard him.
They had forced themselves to awake with Bepo's growling, unsure of what had put them under to begin with. They had all moved closer to Law, with Shachi and Penguin working to get him from under their obviously irate first mate and navigator while giving odd looks at the snowy owl that had so easily slipped through their captains barrier only to just sit there.
It had been faint, barely heard by even them despite their close proximity, but heard it they did.
Each of them shared a quick questioning glance at the ones closest to them in confusion.
The Heart Pirates knew who the man standing in front of the barrier facing the unknowns was. The man was dangerous. Doubly so if they were to take into account his Shichibukai title.
So, knowing this, why would their captain call the man with what was obviously an affectionate nickname with a tone thick with what sounded like relief?
The Heart Pirates would think about what that implied at a later date. For now, they had an unconscious captain to tend to and protect.
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Donquixote Doflamingo was pissed.
No . . . pissed wasn't the correct term for the level of ire he currently felt.
Doflamingo had shot well past pissed and was now in a towering rage.
He had been ripped from his home on Dressrosa around a month ago. The people who had done it claiming to be wizards and that they were looking for a brat named Potter.
They had claimed that the only way for Doflamingo to have been summoned in the brats place was if he had been holding something belonging to the boy, but the only thing he had been holding at that time was one of Laws' old scalpels. It had been one of his favorites and most used before he had run away.
And they couldn't just send him back, either. The mages had told that they would have to look for the right ritual to do so, not they actually bothered to, and Doflamingo was stuck here until they did. He couldn't even use his Devil Fruit or haki on anyone who annoyed him, namely that red-headed neanderthal that they actually called a child, for fear that they would deem him to dangerous and not send him home.
So, in an attempt to stave off boredom and to keep from slaughtering everything around him in a fit of rage, Doflamingo had done some research on Potter. He had actually felt sorry for the brat when he found the information he was looking for. The child was apparently famous where these people took it to the extreme. Potter was praised as a hero one moment and a pariah the next. What made everything worse, in his opinion, was that the child was actually a noble but didn't seem to even know. The child had honestly never been anything more than a whipping boy for the public and a free pass for his 'friends'.
This world was so pathetic that Doflamingo didn't even find it funny. In his world, if you had a problem with a noble, you kept your mouth shut or risk execution for igniting their ire, unless of course you where of a higher standing. Here, apparently so long as you're an orphan whose famous, you become fair game for the masses abuse. It's sick, and they're actually wanting to bring the child back! That was on a whole new level of cruelty that even he wouldn't do, and he had destroyed an entire city for something as simple as having poor pavement that tripped him.
. . .
Well, Doflamingo had never claimed to be a saint.
In fact, the government had actually called him the opposite by giving him the epithet of the 'Heavenly Yaksha'.
. . .
Since the first summoning had, obviously, failed, they were going to try a different method. One that they really should have done to begin with in his opinion.
The school, which was actually a castle, named Hogwarts or something, was one of the mages main bases and was hosting a magical tournament of some sort. In this tournament, a goblet is used to determine the champions. Once the cup chooses you, you're bound by a magical contract to compete or loose your magic altogether.
The magician wannabes' had planned on using this fact to their advantage to lure the brat out. If the boy was in this world, then he had to come to them or loose his magic. If he was, somehow, in another world like Doflamingo himself had been, then the cup would summon the child there much the same way that the morons had summoned him.
It had been the official beginning of the tournament. October 31st was a date that the people in this world called Halloween for some reason that Doflamingo didn't really care to understand and was apparently one of the few very powerful days for magic to be preformed. The competing schools had come the day before, so all three groups had had an entire day to add their names for the competition and had been getting ready to announce the champions.
The first name that had been picked was a well-built man from Dum-something called Victor Krum. He looked to be the 'Brawns over Brains' type that wanted attention for something other than that odd activity they called a game. Doflamingo honestly doubted that there was anything more to the fur wearing teen despite his time on the Grand-Line telling him to never just assume these things.
The next name that came was a dainty looking woman from Bouby or another named Fleur Delacour. She had seemed to be the 'Princess' type that used her looks to her advantage but wasn't afraid to raise Hell when angered.
The last name to be called had been an average man from the hosting school, Cedric Diggory. The child seemed to be the 'Perfectionist' type, though didn't appear as uptight. Parental pressuring, perhaps?
The mages had started to celebrate, believing that the selection was over, before the cup had ignited once more, silencing the room and spitting a fourth and final name out.
It had been Harry Potter.
The mages had put the child's name under a fourth fake school so that the cup would have had no other choice but to pick it.
Nothing had happened for several minutes. Everything being quite until a loud deafening clap of thunder, which made the hack-bit morons jump at least three feet in the air, sounded. It had been highly amusing to Doflamingo, even if he had been just as confused as to where the sound had come from.
. . .
Turns out that the sound had come from the enchanted ceiling opening up. Seemed like the brat had been in another world.
Before anyone could question the recent events, the opening spit out around twenty human-sized objects plus one very large object and closed. The objects had grunted and groaned as they had impacted on the stone flooring, and only then could you actually see what they were.
The 'objects' were really humans, with the exception of one who instead looked to be a polar bear. The bear was wearing an orange jumpsuit while the rest of them, aside from one other, were wearing jumpsuits of a light lilac coloring. The one that wasn't wearing a jumpsuit of any sort had on a black and yellow pull-over jacket and spotted blue jeans. The group had been Law and his crew, the Heart Pirates.
Thus the reason why Doflamingo was now in a towering murderous rage.
The students started to whisper to each other about what was going on, quickly escalating until they were nearly yelling while the professors were rushing to the group before a soft pained whine cut through the noise and stopped everyone.
The action pushing Doflamingos' rage even further.
What the hell had that summoning done?
Law normally never showed any signs that he was in pain with the exception of grunting or perhaps a small groan here or there.
Law was starting to panic, Doflamingo could see it, with the sudden lack of noise surrounding him as he immediately attempted to stand, managing to only raise himself on his arms. As Law was struggling, a dome that was similar to his Room, but a transparent emerald green instead of the usual transparent light blue, appeared. It immediately pushing all of the professors and straying students away, but flickers, like it's about to fail, as Law collapses with a pained whine that was much louder than the first.
The bear, Doflamingo remembered being called Bepo from his brothers' information, had started to stir at Laws' first soft whine but woke completely after the second louder one. Bepo started to growl at the people trying to get past Laws' dome, which had settled after a few seconds and shrunk down to encompass only the crew, before moving over to Law and crouching protectively above him. The action elicited screams and shrieks from the students as well as worried and panicked shouts from the professors.
It would have been a rather funny sight, if not a little annoying, if Doflamingo wasn't so outright pissed. He may have been a little peeved when Law had disappeared after he ate the damned fruit, as it was an understandable reaction, but he was still a member of Doflamingo's crew, a member of his family, whether the brat liked it or not, and these bastards have fucking hurt him.
Doflamingo quickly moved, placing himself in-between Law's strange barrier and the mages. Veins dangerously pulsing on his neck and forehead and his smile far to vicious to mean anything good.
If it wasn't for the fact that Doflamingo didn't know what was wrong with Law and thus couldn't help him himself, the mages would have been nothing more than scraps of flesh and bones setting in a pool of their own blood as soon as they had started to move towards the dome. As it was, Doflamingo was barely refraining himself from batting them away like annoying flies or just blasting them unconscious with his haoshoku haki.
The other members of Laws crew had started to stir at the bears rather menacing growls as a snowy owl came out of no where releasing a loud bark. Everyone watched, completely dumbfounded, as the bird slipped through the same barrier that had been holding the shouting professors back with ease as if it wasn't even there, landed in front of the growling bear, and proceeded to duck under him to sit beside Laws' head.
Laws' crew, which was now fully awake and alert, looked at the bird oddly while two members moved to get Law from under their first mate. They had, more likely than not, seen odder things like Doflamingo himself. Honestly, while normal for small animals, including birds, to generally run in the opposite direction or hide when faced with a full-sized, fully irate, growling bear, it wasn't uncommon for odd things to happen on the Grand-Line. Though, Doflamingo would fully admit that this was definitely the first time he had seen a bird take residence under a completely pissed off bear. Although, the creature just might not care seeing as Bepo was currently ignoring it in favor of the surrounding humans.
"What the Hell is going on?"
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