Hello everyone, now here is my second (active and non-deleted) Naruto/One Piece crossover fic that I just started.
Before you ask, no, the current story is not going to be abandoned. I'm going for a LoneWolf-like approach and working on two One Piece fics at the same time, with similar elements from the first story, but also some things will be changed to make it not too similar.
Hopefully, you all will like it and enjoy it, so here is the first chapter - please leave a review down below and follow this story if you'd like it.
Let's go!
The East Blue
A small boat that was lucky enough not to have been swallowed up by the dangers of the seas, was making its way through the calmest seas that this world had to offer.
Calm, as the person was lying on this ship, sleeping in the hot sun, with low supplies on everything, sea water-drenched clothes, and a strong bottle in his hand, had just arrived from his voyage from the seas that he escaped from.
The Grand Line.
The person lying in that small ship wore black boots alongside clothes that consisted of a raincoat that had seen its better days that covered up the upper part of his body whereas he wore a short that was also soaked and dirty, but he carried with him a bag of clothing he did not touch.
The small boat happened to be sailing now in the calm of the night, where it was going forward but slowly, not knowing what its destination would be.
But his voyage would soon come to an end.
Meanwhile
In the middle of the ocean of the East Blue floated one of the most famous restaurants that these seas had to offer, one that could fit hundreds of customers with as many different delicacies made by some of its best cooks. A fairly large ship. It takes an oval shape, with the normal masts but has a fish as a front and with assorted variations of colors - but with its name
It is the Baratie, and its reputation was one thanks to its creator, owner, and current head chef of the restaurant, an elderly-looking man who despite his age was still with blond hair that was colorful, alongside his braided long mustache, wearing a long hat that was like a tower, wearing in overall a normal cook outfit but, with him having his right leg gone and being instead a peg leg.
For that peg leg belonged to the Red-Leg Zeff - a former pirate captain who was not only known to be an excellent cook but also was known for his red foot that had been the fatal end to many of his opponents, often ending up soaking his boots with the blood of his enemies.
But that was in the past as now Zeff was sitting outside on his porch, having just finished a long day serving customers - and berating his cooks to do better, he was taking a short break as did his men, preparing for tomorrow as reservations were full as always.
He did not expect much for tonight, just another day finished in these calm seas. That was until he spotted something coming from the restaurant.
It was a small boat on the verge of breaking down, and by the looks of it, a passenger lay in it looking like he was unconscious.
Not surprised by the slightest amount of it, Zeff stood up and took a decision.
"Idiots! Get out here!"
…
"Easy, easy!"
Brought into one of the spare rooms, the cooks who were hoping for a few hours of uninterrupted rest, found themselves bringing in the lone unconscious soul that was just hauled out from the ship that was already a foot deep in water ready to sink.
Zeff watched as the young man was being tugged in, Even when he didn't want to show it to the rest of his staff, he could only be curious as to why this young man was out in the sea by himself. Seeing there were too many supplies for it to be a short trip, nor did he look like a local from the nearby islands around the restaurant.
"Damn it, he needs a bath." One of the cooks spoke, shaking his head. "The smell is like really bad, like a couple of weeks.
"I say months, this bum."
Then a young man in a black suit came walking in, with his black expensive shoes, This man was also blond, had a curly eyebrow, and had a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth.
"Perhaps he is a bum, but is he showing signs of hunger?"
"Huh?" One of the cooks was confused, "Why are you asking that?"
"I checked his supplies, and what he was surviving on was meager to say," The smoking blond responded by mentioning, "There was molded bread, water, and alcohol, mainly to drink his pain away I guess."
"Pain? What pain?"
Zeff spoke, "Remove the raincoat."
The two chefs turned back to the unconscious unknown young man, as they only brought him inside by his legs and arms, with his raincoat still attached to his body.
"I said remove it!" Zeff shouted. "Idiots!"
the chefs shrieked and began to remove the coat, only to be even more shocked to see what was underneath it.
Underneath the coat laid bandages, dozens of blood-soaked, overused medical bandages, with most of it over the chest area and more precisely around the right shoulder, nearly dozens of red dots, dried or recent were seen instantly.
"T-That blood!"
"How is he even alive? The kid must've lost a ton!"
Zeff just stared at the young man, who was most likely the same age as his sous-chef who was present in the room. Spiking his curiosity even more, the old man turned his sights on the bag of belongings.
"Brat. check the kid's belongings."
"Whatever, damn geezer." The blond sous-chef exhaled some smoke from his mouth, walking over to the bag, "Whoever he is, he knows how to survive at least, must be on the run for something."
"Might be an escaping convict or a bandit."
"Perhaps a pirate."
"You fools, he's neither that nor a pirate." Zeff spoke, pointing out, "Look at those bandages, you think a pirate can correctly manage that and still be at sea alive? No, I say he is military."
"Can't be-"
"Hate to agree with the old geezer, but it's true."
Zeff and the three other chefs turned to the blond sous-chef, seeing him holding a piece of clothing up that was also partly covered in blood, it being a hat.
A Navy hat nothingness - meaning this man was a Marine.
"We got ourselves a wounded marine here," Zeff grunted, looking back down on the wounded young man, "Perhaps he is the survivor of a battle, who knows? Check out if he has any papers on him, to identify him."
"Already looking, geezer." The sous-chef said pulling out a card with identification, and throwing it at him, "Here, catch."
Zeff did indeed catch the card and began reading it. Seeing it was an ID card with a picture, he quickly confirmed it was legitimate and not some forgery - but what he found out was quite extraordinary.
"This ain't no grunt, but a Captain."
Now that just took it up another notch to those inside the room, with the two chefs already turning pale in shock, then it was the sous-chef's turn to speak what he found out.
"Not only that, he's quite a long distance away from the sea where he was supposed to be stationed at the Grand Line - in the New World more precisely."
The four chefs turned back to the marine, whose features were forgotten to be mentioned - a fellow blond like the head chef and sous-chef, he had sun-kissed skin with bright blond hair that was slightly outgrown, with noticeable whiskers on his cheeks and was fairly built.
Zeff couldn't help but release a smirk but for two reasons. One for private, the other one for a more open reason.
"Now brat, you are lucky. But the moment you wake up - you got some medical debt to pay."
(One Year Later)
Nearly a full year had gone by and life was mostly still as usual for the cooks on the Baratie, where it was as busy as usual in the kitchen where the food was being prepared for the hundreds of hungry customers waiting for their meals.
"Need clean ones!"
And those meals needed to be served on dishes that were fresh out of the water cleaned and scrubbed off from any leftovers, where it was a literal pile of it.
"We need twenty plates and mugs now - pronto!"
The dishwasher was seen quickly rinsing and drying up his work, doing it at a pace that was just like the cooks - insanely fast and sufficient that it almost looked like he was finishing them by the second.
"You idiots continue to slack off over my kitchen floor!"
Walking through the aisle of the kitchen was head chef Zeff himself, seen berating, and in his way, disciplining the many cooks who were working for him. Sparing no details or no small sin of cooking on his watch, he went on to yell at any of them who he saw was making a mistake.
"You call yourself a cook, you dunce! Do it over! I've seen dumps looking better than that! I did not waste my time teaching you to cook for you to then screw it up, brats!"
*Clink!*
"I'm on break now, old man."
Zeff turned his face towards the dishwasher who was making his way out of the kitchen.
"Hey boy, not so fast!" One buff cook with oversized arms shouted from across the kitchen, "Get back and finish-"
"Shut it, Patty!"
The large man identified as Patty shivered in fear, "But boss Zeff-"
"Look at the table!" Zeff shouted to his pâtissier chef.
At the washing corner, the cooks were surprised to see that all the dirty dishes were finished, hundreds of plates that would normally take hours to even finish half of it now already done in the blink of an eye.
"That brat."
…
Once outside, the dishwasher was leaning with his clearly dirt-covered apron and white clothing over the railings of the restaurant whilst he was observing the sea that surrounded him, a sight to be beloved.
Reaching down to his pants, he pulled out from his pocket a small rolled-up cigarette that contained something else than just tobacco, going for his black boots, and pulled out two items - One was a lighter while the other was a small flask containing a drink that was stronger than Sake.
*POP!*C
Opening up the bottle, the blond dishwasher took a swig from it, with him so used to the strong alcohol that it would make any ordinary person unable to withstand it or even digest it, but the whiskered young man was used to it.
"Ahhh," He sighed out, "that's the good stuff."
Then trying to ignite his lighter, he was unlucky it was empty, meaning it was done.
*TCHK!*
Then another lighter turned up, showing a small fire that was being held up next to the dishwasher's face, as it was being offered by the sous-chef himself in his black suit.
"Want it or not?"
The dishwasher nodded and lit up the end of his rolled up to the flame before he inhaled some of his burning cigarette and exhaled it out through the nose, enjoying his pause.
"Thanks, Sanji, needed it."
"No problem, that's what colleagues are for." Sanji the sous-chef spoke, he was himself smoking a regular cigarette, "Well, you're not a cook, but you got more brains than half the cooks in that kitchen."
The two blonds shared a short moment of laughter about it, given it wasn't out of the ordinary for the cooks of the Baratie to cause fights, shouting matches, or even rampages against each other or the customers to break their time.
"Carne and Patty were about to fight again, I tell you." The dishwasher cracked a smile while smoking his rolled one, "Those two are good cooks, no doubt. But they are socially just acting like pirates."
"Oh, like what kind of pirates are we talking about?" Sanji asked, smirking at that comparison of the two other big chefs, "The rowdy small-brained one without any manner? Or the weird ones? Because you've seen your fair share of strong pirates, haven't you?"
"Like Zeff, and he was no pushover either." The dishwasher replied as he pulled out a notebook, "Anyway, it's that time again."
"Yeah, we're running low on supplies, forgot about that," Sanji reminded himself as he asked, "So for how long do we still have?"
"Up to a week of everything, to put it short."
From the second floor, Zeff was watching the two youngsters talking about the supply run that was to be started today, with him paying attention to the dishwasher who would be gone for at least two days to travel around the nearby islands.
"We're good now on most, but we'll need more meat, chicken, fish, perhaps even some sauces and spices could be propped in." Sanji said thinking of more to add to the list, snapping his fingers then, "Oh, and some new wine if you can. We're running low on that."
"Writing that, wine can be in." The dishwasher wrote it down in the notebook, "Perhaps I go by Zeff to ask what he wants-"
"For you to hurry your ass up."
The two youngsters turned up to see Zeff standing there, looking as stern as usual, repeating himself.
"Now I want you to get those supplies, and I want them in by tomorrow morning," Zeff ordered him, "Am I making myself clear, Uzumaki Naruto!?"
The dishwasher responded to his name being barked out by his boss whom he had working for nearly a full year, with his contract coming to a near end this following week.
Giving that trademark smile of his, Naruto responded with a thumbs up.
"Sure boss, will do it in double time, no problem."
(Next Day)
Marineford
"LUNCH!"
A large grilled piece of meat was being hauled up by a giant Marine who was biting a big chunk out of it before jugging down himself with beer.
In the middle of the gigantic mess hall laid dozens of tables with many of the strongest and highest-ranking officers of the force seen eating, drinking, and enjoying all of what the cooks had been making for them.
"Bwahahahaha!"
The laughter that was loud enough to get the attention of those marines nearby, belonged to a Vice Admiral who was a living legend among men who wasn't the typical officer who was serious, stern, or a stickler to the rules that were supposed to be followed.
That man was Monkey D. Garp, dubbed as 'The Hero of the Navy' who has been in longer service than anybody in this giant mess hall, was one man who with his experience would've been up for the rank of an Admiral or even the rank of Fleet Admiral that fitted a man of his strength, successes, and stories - like his role of defeating the Rocks Pirates nearly two decades ago.
Yet this graying man decided to remain at his current rank, having refused and even walked off several promotions on purpose to stay with it, much to the nuisance of his superiors. But the man was one who loved the action and didn't like to spend time in offices like his friend and current top-of-command Fleet Admiral Sengoku.
With a mouth full of meat, Garp was just enjoying his food in the presence of the other Vice Admirals who were close to his age and were just laughing off his carefree demeanor.
"Damn it, Garp, what's with the happy face?" One middle-aged marine with a fedora hat, named Tokikake asked with a smile, "You turned down a promotion again?"
Garp giggled like a silly child before he pulled out a piece of paper, a newspaper article to be more exact.
NO GUNS, NO BLADES, JUST STRAIGHT FISTS!
Even when the headline was left vague, it didn't take one Momousagi Gion, a fellow Vice Admiral, to figure out what it was.
"Another brawl, seriously? That's the sixth one this month," Gion spoke before asking, "Give me that, I want to read it."
"Sure! Sure!" Garp responded with laughter, handing the newspaper over as he could not stop laughing at the picture that was on the front, "Please, read out the full article."
"Ugh, fine," Gion gave in and began to read out the full article of the World Economy News Paper, beginning, "Last night in Water 7, the island that is home to carpenters, shipwrights, and inventors, a rumble occurred between a group of Cipher Pol patrolmen who were on an undisclosed search warrant, and a large group of Water 7 natives with military backgrounds who were outnumbered by the Cipher Pol agents, 3 to 1."
Hearing those odds, some of the other marines present were listening to this.
"While it was unclear what started the brawl at first, the belief was that a junior officer of the Cipher Pol agents had said something to cause the decommissioned soldiers to be angered, to which the sentence 'your comrades died for the safety of the Holy Land so shut up' that had sparked the tensions to a further degree."
"Oh, that idiot agent actually said that?" Tokikake asked, frowning at those words, "He's got to be a rookie, no doubt about it unless he wanted a fight."
"The comment turned into a glass of beer being thrown across the inn and landing on the head of the junior agent, causing a scuffle to happen within the inn that was only temporarily dispersed until another Cipher Pol agent made a similar comment that got the reaction of an all-out brawl that was of ten unarmed veterans against thirty agents armed with rifles - with the resulting fight ending in all the agents suffering from broken bones and fractured limbs, but no fatal casualties."
A few whistles could be heard, some impressed, others kinda of sympathetic given they aren't fans of the blue-suited government lackeys.
"Just when arrest warrants were to be executed the next day, the mayor of Water 7 and president of the Galley-La company, Iceburg, intervened with the support of the whole island. Causing the Cipher Pol garrison to retreat out of the island to ease down the tensions."
*MUNCH!*
Garp took another bite from his meat, he just finished listening to the article, giving his own mind to it in his way.
"Those idiots cannot complain about it anymore after they disbanded the 9th Division."
Hearing that caused some of the Navy officers to turn to Garp with some shocked and nervous expressions, with it being a taboo topic, Garp just then grabbed his mug of beer, downing it at once while others looked at him.
Long enough for one tall man with short hair to walk through, wearing a marine coat that is draped over his shoulders. He also wore a matching beige suit and hat, with the hat covering his eyes in a shadow.
"Vice Admiral Garp," The suit-wearing Marine saluted him, "Fleet Admiral Sengoku summoned your presence."
Garp finished drinking his beer and sighed in satisfaction as he smiled.
"Ah, Bogard, was wondering where you were. So what's on Sengoku's mind?"
…
Sengoku's Office
In his quiet office that belonged to the highest command of the Navy, sat a man with a seagull on his hat, a strange but that wasn't the weirdest feature about him associated with an animal, as one living was seen on the couch. A goat to be precise with a golden bell that was around its neck, it belonged to the person present in the room.
Fleet Admiral Sengoku was a man who took his job seriously, very seriously. He wasn't a slacker in any sense of the way, having dedicated his life to the Marines. Five and a half decades of service was on his name alongside his comrades like Garp and Tsuru who also were old-timers like him.
And did he see much, having been with some of the big shots that roamed and still roam the seas, like Big Mom, Kaido, Whitebeard who were all once part of the Rocks Pirates, and the former now long dead and gone King of the Pirates, Gold Rogers.
Well, Gol D. Rogers was the exact name, and damned he be for the last words he proclaimed on that execution platform that day in Loguetown, igniting the Pirate Era that exploded the numbers of pirates ships across the seas, with most trying to get to the Grand Line to search that damned treasure, causing lots of deaths.
That toll of fallen was something the senior commander could not erase from his mind, for the last twenty years of fighting many lives have perished, too many to count, but too many he knew personally.
One of those whom he thought had died a year ago in an incident that was out of his control, with reports and documents pointing out otherwise, which got him one reaction typical for the long-braided goatee man.
"Damned brat… You were always sly as a fox. I should've seen it coming."
"Sengoku?"
The Fleet Admiral turned up to the door and saw it was his best friend Garp standing at the door that was wide open by his right-hand man Bogard, who proceeded to close it behind him to leave the two men some privacy.
"Garp." Sengoku spoke to his friend in a respectful manner, "We need to talk."
His hands tightening, the Hero of the Navy walked over to the bureau of his friend and there he saw dozens of documents lying across it, with the stamps of 'classified' and blacked-out sentences, these were secrets that very few Marines were allowed to see.
Among those documents were pictures, of battlefields, armed Marines in large gatherings, undisclosed weaponry, and all kinds of names that were spotted on that were best stated simply:
SWORD
Specialized military training
Assassinations
Whitebeard
Revolutionary Army
Big Mom
Kaido
Wano
Minks
Egghead
Laugh Tale Island
Words with big meanings, secrets that were best not known, actions that were related to the kid that Garp saw grow up and was personally responsible for his training, with all of these linked to one simple name that was mentioned on all of these documents.
Uzumaki Naruto
East Blue
Sailing through the seas was Uzumaki Naruto indeed, as he was on his way back to the Baratie.
The blond smoker was adjusting the sails, being lucky enough to have the wind in his favor as it was going in the same direction where the Baratie was supposed to be for a better location to avoid any storms or rowdy weather.
"Got everything that the old geezer needed." Naruto said tying up the ropes while at it, "And that wine too."
Grabbing a hold of the bottle he had purchased, it was one of the many things he had purchased and that was on the deck, food, ingredients, drinks, water, even medicine, and other provisions that were on the grocery list. Just basic logistics that he was responsible for the past year. Logistics is what keeps anything running, from a restaurant to a military force. Yep, just like how he ran his own crew inside the Navy. it was kind of funny thinking back on how he used to be an upcoming Marine just a little over a year ago, and now he was a dishwasher about to finish off his debt payment to a former pirate cook.
*MEW!*
Turning back around to the helm landed a seagull, a newspaper seagull to be exact that was carrying the afternoon edition of the World Economy News Paper, the main and most read newspaper in the world.
"Ah, there you are." Naruto expected the seagull to run while reaching for his pockets. "Does ten Berries fit?"
The seagull nodded and allowed Naruto to grab one newspaper from the bird's pack, while in return throwing the money into the pocket, ending the exchange.
"Thank you, have a good flight."
The seagull saluted and proceeded to fly off, leaving the dishwasher to sit down on one of the wine crates as he began opening up the paper to start reading it to break the time-
*BOOM!*
An explosion from the distance got the blond's attention, making Naruto turn around to what it was.
"What the hell?" Naruto muttered standing back up and reaching for some binoculars to see what was going on, he looked around for the source.
"Sounded like a canon shot."
Then there he saw it, coming from a small rocky island that was being fired upon but missed by a ship that was out of his reach for him to recognize the mast or even flag, but it was no Navy ship for sure.
Lowering his binoculars, his only conclusion could be that it was pirates, most likely doing either target practice or were on a rampage and were firing on anything that was in its path.
*BOOM!*
And there laid a direct hit, hitting the rock on it, dust was smoldering over the island as boulders were falling down. The firing ship was seen anchoring for the moment, meaning that they were doing target practice.
"I'll just keep course then," Naruto said putting his paper aside for the moment as he grabbed the helm and began steering, "Better to pick up the pace now."
Better not to stick around, the small ship picked up the pace and sailed off towards the Baratie, hoping to not see the ship coming towards him.
Not that he was scared or anything, that was far from it.
"Last thing I need is a blood trial on me for those bastards to track me."
Few Hours later
"Fill the freezer!"
Back to work, Naruto was filling the freezer with the packs of meat that were in big packages, even being inside of it whilst he was placing them in the rows for later usage.
"Naruto!"
Turning to the locker door, Naruto saw it was the sunglass-wearing Carne, another cook yelling his name out.
"What you need, Carne?"
"Three packs of unopened meat, pronto! "I need them- OOF!" Three packs of meat were thrown on the unprepared Carne who caught all three of them by luck without dropping them, "Hey! Warn me!"
"Just be prepared, old man." Naruto said while finishing the inventory, just loading a few loaves of bread and cheese onto the shelves, "Now get going before Zeff berates the both of us."
"UZUMAKI!"
Too late, Zeff's shouting was enough for Carne to bail out with his ingredients and for Naruto to end his inventory check, allowing another cook to finish it off as he walked back into the kitchen where he saw Zeff waiting for him.
"My quarters, now!" Zeff kept it brief, walking out of the kitchen.
Naruto shook his head as he followed suit right behind his boss, leaving the other cooks to continue on with their work as they were talking among themselves.
"You think the kid's in trouble?"
"I don't think so, but let's focus on these customers - a Lieutenant of the Navy is coming in on a reservation."
…
Zeff's quarters
"Congratulations, you're fired!"
Zeff said that like it was nothing as he laid back on his bed talking to Naruto who just sat there on a bench, just being told he just got told he was being laid off from his work.
And he just chuckled in return, Naruto then laughed as he could not help it by this - normally a layoff was stressful if not a fearful moment for normal people, but for the blond, it was a sign of relief and laughter.
"About damn time, old man." Naruto said to him, "I've now paid back my debt, thank you for that."
"No kid, thank you. I haven't had a good waiter or choir boy that lasted long with our bunch." Zeff said, admitting the rate of non-cooking personnel was short-lived in this place, "But I should've expected a former Captain of the Navy to handle some rowdy cooks like us."
"In comparison to the likes I've dealt with? Please, you guys are tolerable, if not preferable than the assholes I have worked with." Naruto responded with some examples he could name but decided not to, "Sanji for example, I can even say he's more worthy than any crook Marine in the East Blue, by a long shot."
"True, true," Zeff sighed in agreement, "I must say, it is disappointing really. The fact this many crooked Navy officers are here than in any other sea there is."
No secret was kept of how the East Blue had a horrible reputation when it came to not its criminality but its lack of authority. Where corruption ran rampant across all the Marine branches that were in the far corners of these calm seas. Allowing for bandits and pirates to often just roam free and occasionally pay off the local branch.
"So I need to ask what you are planning to do now that you've repaid your debt." Zeff asked his dishwasher, "If you want I can keep you here until you have a plan."
Naruto nudges a bit, "I'm still figuring out where to start, but I will think of something - solutions do not fall out of the air, of course."
*BOOM!*
Naruto's eyes then blinked, a slight color appeared temporarily, but long enough for Zeff to see it.
"Huh, what-"
*Grip!*
Grabbing his boss by the shirt, Naruto pulled him away from the bed fast.
"GET DOWN!"
The roof caved in with the whole structure collapsing by something that had to be a cannonball that had just been fired from outside, but that wasn't the only thing.
What also crashed in was a boy, a boy with a Straw Hat.