M - Rated, possessing crude language and scenes, character death, murder, torture, and other possible acts of depravity. Not for the faint of heart, easily offended, or trolls who like to leave cruel comments with zero criticism.
KingVessel: This will be my first SI OC fic. If you want a mental picture of them, imagine a Sanji... who isn't so chivalrous.
Chapter 01: Taiyōshin to Aotenshi to Aka Yaiba to Yami Yaiba (Sun God and Blue Angel and Red Blade and Dark Blade)
14 Years BPKC (Before Pirate King's Challenge)
He remembered catching up on chapter 1020 of the One Piece manga as it came out.
He remembered the screeching of the train's wheels as it derailed off the rails, off the cliff and into the nearby sea.
He remembered drowning, water surging into his lungs after an unfortunate inhale from his stomach being hit by an elbow of a panicking fellow passenger.
He remembered choking, fruitlessly trying to clear his lungs only to breathe in more water as his life breath flooded out in bubbles.
He remembered darkness slowly take away his vision.
When he woke with the Sun in his eyes, he instantly regretted it.
'Where am I? The last thing I remember was that train hitting me...?' The young man flopped over in the bobbing boat, his head lulling over the edge to blink blearily at the seawater below. 'No... I was in the train...?'
"Gurararara! Looks like you're finally awake, Bell!"
A hand larger than his head instantly clamped on his shoulder and jerked him back, causing him to hiss in pain as his headache throbbed even stronger than before. Still, why did that laugh sound familiar? "Thanks... Um... Who are you again?"
"Hahamamamama!" A shrill laugh pierced through his ears, causing Bell to curl up and clutch his ears. A slim, pink haired woman with full, red lips in a fedora hat and lots of pink clothing kept snacking on some cupcakes next to her. Above her were... a smiling sun and a sleepy cloud with a cap?
(In the back of his head, there was a little voice screaming that he was missing something, something big that he would regret later. But that voice was drowned by the loud noises and bright lights in his head and Bell couldn't hear it.)
He suddenly startled as he felt a sharp throb in his head and liquid on his fingers. Pulling them back, he grimaced at the sight of blood on his hands. "Um, why do I have a head wound?"
"Wororororo!" A very deep voice came from his side, causing Bell to snap and look up to the large horned man next to him, who was drinking heavily from a really fancy bottle. "Your head wound, huh? That Marine Garp suckerpunched you right in the face. I didn't even see you use your Haki to defend against it! To think this is all he could do to you, no wonder you were Captain Xebec's First Mate despite being just 18!"
Huh?
Bell felt a huge blank come up at that designation and name. Also, turning back to face the first person he had seen, Bell was instantly struck with the sheer contrast he was witnessing between the two giant men.
If the horned man, who was now chewing on a large drumstick, represented the 'dark' aspect of manliness, this guy was the 'bright' aspect.
One had a shaggy black mane, the other had lustrous golden locks. One had a wild, demonic 'air' around them, especially apparent with his horns and dark complexion while the other's white coat and hat underneath the bright daylight painted him as a divine figure.
Both of them were still extremely tall and muscular, making Bell a bit inadequate with his average size.
He'd soon learn how something as inconsequential as height was in their group (and world).
(The little voice in the back of Bell's mind grew stronger, banging at two doors linking to locked away memories.)
"I'm lacking a bit in my memory." Bell slurred as he sat back against the ship's mast. "Run me through recent events."
"Well, Captain Xebec heard about a bunch of World Nobles gathering up with their slaves at God Valley." The blond man started as he readjusted his large bisento. "They had something he wanted so we rushed over with intention on attacking. You were hesitant on coming along until he pointed out that with so many of them together, there would be a huge amount of slaves that you could free as well, instantly changing your reluctance to eagerness."
(In the back of Bell's mind, the little voice was seriously considering trying to break those doors of repressed thoughts open by beating its head against it.)
"When we arrived, the Marines were already waiting for us, along with that Roger!" The woman took over, snarling as she crushed her eighteenth-by-now cupcake, leaving Bell to wonder where she'd gotten them from as she didn't hesitate to start licking her fingers. "How annoying!"
(The voice became gleeful at the first of many cracks starting to form over the locked doors and renewed their attempts.)
"Indeed, Roger was there as well." The horned man growled, smashing his bottle in a mix of rage and... respect? "Monkey D. Garp. Gold Roger. To think that both of those maniacs took down Captain Xebec! They were even Conquerors as well! I want to fight those monsters myself!"
(In his head, the little voice is gleeful as they smashed the last of the barriers preventing his memories from reaching his consciousness, and Bell remembered.)
World Noble.
Monkey D. Garp.
Gold Rog- No. Gol D. Roger.
It crashed down on Bell with the subtlety of a falling meteor, causing him to nearly break down as two separate sets of memories clashed against each other in the same vessel.
He was Bell April, a hedonistic assassin who had died in a train accident and also an avid reader of the One Piece manga.
He was Rocks D. Bell, the First Mate of the Rocks Pirates who had rushed to God Valley in order to save the oppressed slaves.
The two conflicting personas grinded against each other, constantly battling for dominance. Even as he violently shook and fell to his knees as he screamed, not a single person offered to help him.
The Rocks Pirates valued strength above all else. As likable as Bell was, even he understood and accepted that. Whether Bell got through this or not, he would receive no assistance unless he demanded it.
Finally, a compromise occurred. Rocks D. Bell was the most powerful Rocks Pirate right after his elder brother Rocks D. Xebec, even capable of surviving a punch in the face from Garp without any Haki for defense. Bell April was an experienced mercenary, used to enjoying every moment he could satisfying his desires.
In the end, the personas fused, combining into a single character. It also helped that Bell the Rocks Pirate didn't have much desires beyond saving oppressed people, which Bell the Assassin didn't mind.
"Sorry about bothering you all." Bell growled as the pain finally abated. "My memories are completely back now. How many of the crew survived?"
"Captain died to both Roger and Garp." The blon- no, Edward Newgate revealed with only a tiny bit of grief. "Shiki's gone chasing after Roger, John's gone off on his own and Silver Axe and Ochoku died off too."
"Bah!" The horned man, or rather Kaidou, scoffed in derision. "Weaklings, the both of them! Xebec at least went down facing both Roger and Garp at the same time! Who did those two fight?"
"Who cares?" Charlotte Linlin shrugged, still baffling Bell on how attractive her body figure currently was. Did Xebec scare her into taking diets or something? "What matters is that we are what's left of the Rocks Kaizoku-dan. What do we do next?"
At that, all of them turned to face Bell, Xebec's First Mate and Acting Captain of the Rocks Pirates. Bell frowned before making a decision. "By my Authority as Acting Captain of the Rocks Kaizoku-dan, I hereby declare Disbandment."
A sort of stunned silence settled over the Rocks Pirates as whatever flimsy bond that passed for comradery was dissolved. Bell took the initiative to continue. "Ever since Hachinosu where our crew was formed, I've always known that there was really nothing binding us together beyond my brother. Plus, you all piss me off on a very basic level. Except you, Newgate. You're cool. In fact, I still wonder how you didn't become First Mate instead of me."
"While you were the strongest right after Captain Xebec, I'm 20% sure you being the sanest and most obedient one amongst us was why he made you First Mate." Newgate spoke. "Kaidou's too violent and Linlin's insane."
"Huh." Bell tilted his head. "I honestly just thought that it was because of me being his little brother."
"Hah?! Who are you calling insane?!" Linlin slammed a fist full of fancy rings near her plate. "I don't want to hear that from a man who uses far more hair care products than I do!"
"Do you use any at all?!" Kaidou laughed, slapping his thigh. "Plus, Newgate, is calling me violent supposed to be an insult? Of course, I'm violent as a beast! I am a pirate! Not a softie like you!"
"Oh? So you do admit to being a beast, Kaidou." Newgate turned to fully face Kaidou, gripping his bisento tightly. "And here I thought those horns were just a prank from the last user of the Ope Ope no Mi."
"These horns of mine are traits of my proud race." Kaidou growled, his humor gone as he got to his feet and gripped his kanabo. "Even if you were my comrade a mere minute ago, don't insult them so casually!"
"'Comrade'?" Newgate cracked his neck, hefting his polearm. "Even though you've always attacked our comrades and killed off the ones too weak to last against you, you dare use that word so casually?!"
Bell's eyes suddenly widened as he noted the incoming clash. "Oh, no. Xebec's not here to stop them as usual!"
"Zeus, shield." Linlin cackled as her cloud Homie grew to cover her form, the white vapor darkening with Busoshoku Haki. "They might really kill each other off this time! Do your best, you two! Hahamamamama!"
On both faces were snarls that promised Death.
Massive feet stomped forward just inches from each other, cracking the wooden deck beneath them as their owners surged forward to kill each other in the most incredible of violent manners.
Newgate swung back {Murakumogiri}, the bisento's blade being Infused with Haoshoku Haki as a Quake Bubble surrounded it for maximum damage.
Kaidou swung back {Hassaikai}, the kanabo being Infused as well as it's owner transformed and doubled in size, gaining bluish iridescent scales and draconic features.
For a moment, the air froze as two future Emperors prepared to annihilate each other.
Then it heated up as a large beam of golden energy shot between the two, causing them to hastily step away while sending up a massive plume of steam and superheated water as it struck the ocean several miles away.
"That's enough from you two." Bell pulled back his transformed forearm, ignoring the golden flames and brilliant white light that adorned his limb before it returned to normal. "In case you've forgotten, we're all powerful Devil Fruit users. That means that a fight between all of us will sink this boat. Which is currently IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NEW WORLD OCEAN!"
"..."
"...I can just fly with either Prometheus or Zeus."
"My Beast Form should be able to fly as well."
"Are you kidding me?! Where'd you even get that fruit anyway?!" As Newgate proceeded to yell at Kaidou, Bell just slumped down and counted how long it would be until they reached land and separated.
*WHAM!*
*BAM!*
*CRACK!*
Bell groaned as he buried his face in his palms as Newgate and Kaidou both decided to just start punching each other without their Devil Fruits or weapons. Even just that was enough to start shaking the ship. "This is gonna be a long voyage."
Later at night, Bell woke up from his nap and walked down into the ship's lower deck, being curious enough to explore the interior of what he had earlier realized to be a World Noble's ship.
As he passed by a room, he instantly backstepped to see Kaidou standing alone in a room, looking down on something.
Kaidou didn't bother trying to clean the blood dripping off his kanabo, only turning his head slightly to acknowledge Bell as he walked up to his side. "Evenin'."
Bell, who had raised his burning forearm in warning, said nothing in reply and powered down as he eyed what probably used to be a woman, but was now a pulverized corpse whose bloody, ripped up clothes revealed her to be a proud World Noble. Now that pride was gone, with her entire body nearly crushed beyond recognition. "Where are her slaves? There must be some since Linlin wouldn't have made her food by herself if she didn't have to."
"Even with what I'm doing before you, that's your priority?" Kaidou chuckled as he walked up to a nearby crate. After seating himself, Kaidou dropped his club next to him. "They are all imprisoned in the lowest deck. Earlier before you woke up, this wench had the audacity to order me about. Then she ordered her slave to attack me!"
"How much damage did you do to the slave?" Bell asked, displaying his priorities as he ignored the World Noble's gruesome fate.
"None. Apparently recognizing how suicidal it would be to attack me, he triggered his own bomb collar. How hilarious!" Kaidou burst into laughter, before suddenly stopping. "Want one for yourself? There was another female World Noble who had some sense in locking herself away."
'A bomb went off and I slept through that? Either the other me's used to ignoring that after sailing with the Rocks Pirates or I was really tired.' "I'll deal with that on my way." Bell replied and walked off.
Walking down until the end, Bell finally let a smile grace his face as he met the slaves. They were truly a mix.
Children. Adults. Men. Women. Humans. Fishmen. Civilians. Pirates.
World Nobles truly didn't discriminate whenever it came to satisfy their depravity.
Well, Bell hadn't been much different in his previous life. Still, he would gladly note that for all he would manipulate people for his convenience and women into his bed, he had made a point of making sure they all got some benefit out of it themselves. Otherwise, they wouldn't let themselves be manipulated by him again.
Plus, there was really no point or enjoyment in inflicting unnecessarypain on people who didn't piss him off unless he was handsomely paid for it.
Glad to know that a hedonist like him wasn't as bad as those assholes.
"Good evening, all of you. My name is Rocks D. Bell." Bell greeted with a wide grin. "Would you all like to be free?"
Elizabeth huddled behind her lavishly furnished couch, her rifle solidly trained on the door. It was a good thing she had ordered that gun shop owner she had enslaved a while ago to teach her how to properly aim in exchange for his immediate freedom.
Elizabeth still remembered his despaired expression when she shot and kicked him off a cliff and into the ocean just the previous week.
The door shook suddenly, startling Elizabeth until she remembered that she had locked it. Still, she was one of those few World Nobles who had some sense and quietly kept her gun aimed at the door.
For a beat, the person on the other side of the stayed silent. Then the door was kicked off it's hinges.
That was enough to prompt Elizabeth to start shooting.
Bell blinked as several bullets peppered into his body, the punctured spots bleeding golden plasma instead of red blood before the 'wounds' disappeared. 'Right. I'm a Logia. Bit weird to realize that I'm functionally invincible now.'
"Sup." Bell stalked forward, uncaring as the World Noble uselessly emptied her entire clip into his body. "What's your name?"
"That's Saint Elizabeth to you, mongrel!" The World Noble shrieked before pulling out a bazooka from underneath the bed and aiming. Before she could even pull the trigger, Bell ripped it away from her grasp and tossed it behind him.
"An oppressive fighter, huh?" Bell as his leg hooked a stool and dragged it close for him to take a seat. "So, how have you been since my dear crewmates commandeered this ship?"
"That pink wench ripped my father's soul out of him and her horned brutish friend killed off my sister! How dare you pirates sully our divine essences!" Elizabeth snarled only for Bell to flick a finger against her glass helmet, causing her to scream as tiny shards stabbed into her face.
"Be quiet. Have you not put your slaves through worse?" Bell sat back, his skin not even bruised from the surprisingly hard glass. Still useless against his strength, though. "Then again, an oppressor can't hope to empathize with the ones they torture, can they?"
"You-?!" Elizabeth's words cut off as Bell grabbed her jaw, easily blocking her mouth and lifting her off her feet.
"Tell me, World Noble." Bell's hand heated up, just enough to make Elizabeth uncomfortable without actually burning skin. "Do you fear death? Do you fear that dark abyss? All your deeds laid bare, all your sins punished by Davy Jones?"
Elizabeth started to hyperventilate, shaking in his grip but Bell didn't let her down.
"Do you fear the Judgement that all sailors of the Sea? You may be a World Noble but all who die in the seas are put under Davy Jones's behest regardless of occupation. Tell me, how many have you killed? Tortured? Burnt? Stabbed? Ripped apart? Poisoned? Sacrificed?"
By now, Elizabeth was silently crying in terror of her impending death.
"Well, it doesn't matter now." Bell disappeared into wisps of golden plasma and flames, traveling back to the slaves he had just freed just as the last one had their collar off. As he reformed before them, Elizabeth, who had been carried along, had her eyes widen in shock. "What matters is how your life ends."
Enjoying the uncomprehending look on Elizabeth's face at the sight of her ex-slaves outright glaring at her, Bell opened the prison door and easily tossed her inside like the trash she was. "Unfortunately, my crewmembers have already... dealt with the other World Nobles on this vessel, but this one? She's all yours."
"W-Wait!" Elizabeth threw herself at the bars in panic. "You can't do this to me! I am a goddess! I demand to be released at once!"
"Then get yourself out, goddess." Bell shot back. "Goddesses are supposed to be powerful beings and if you can't get yourself out of this scenario, then you're clearly not divine in the slightest."
With that, Bell turned on his heels and walked away, ignoring the poignant scream of despair and terror that rang out behind him.
Outside the door of the room, he found Newgate waiting for him. "You couldn't sleep, Newgate?"
"No." Newgate shook his head. "I've just remembered that even if you were the nicest of us all in our crew, you aren't that kind in general."
"I see." Bell blinked before asking. "Why didn't you stop Kaidou?"
"...if you had heard the words she had insulted Kaidou with, even if she wasn't a despicable World Noble, you wouldn't have bothered to save her, either."
With that said, Newgate walked off to his room, leaving Bell to wonder just what had been said.
"Well, this is farewell. I wish I could say that I'd miss you all... but I know that I'm never going to seek any of you maniacs out for a reunion after the last 2 years with you. Except you, Bell. You're cool."
The ship had finally deported in an inhabited island of several shipwrights. It wasn't quite as good as Water 7 but it was adequate enough at least. Here, all the ex-slaves displayed their gratitude once again, although they were quick to disappear once Linlin mentioned wanting some of them in her crew, thanks to the hasty head-shaking of both Bell and Newgate behind her.
Following Newgate's words, he, Linlin and Kaidou instantly turned about and separated.
Newgate left alone as he headed East, his back strong as he entered into the town directly to procure a ship of his own.
Linlin simply went back to her own already nearby pirate crew, with Streusen and her children Perospero and Katakuri. Still, Bell was stunned to recognize them in their young age until he reminded himself that he was in the past.
Kaidou simply transformed and flew off, clearly drunk off his ass as he crashed twice into the ground before singing as he burst through the dark clouds.
Bell hummed as he saw them off, wandering about his next move when...
"So what now?" Covered in dirt and bruises, the World Noble Saint Elizabeth huffed as she resisted the urge to scratch at the slave collar still on her neck.
Bell turned to her, completely stunned. "Oh my god. You're still alive? And sane, too?"
"Of course, I am!" The woman shrieked, her eyes conveying the sheer shame she felt. "Not only did those imbeciles spare me because 'children were present', the rest of them considered me to not even be worth the trouble beyond slapping this collar on me! How dare they imply themselves to be superior to me?! Plus, why would I say anything when you devils were present?!"
'Huh. Must be some Queen Otohime supporters in that batch. No wait, is she even born yet? I'm so many years ahead of Canon!' "Wow. Kaidou was right. There is a functioning brain in your head if you knew to keep your mouth shut." Bell sneered, only to frown at her description of him and his crewmates. "Wait a minute. Devils?"
"Of course, you are!" Elizabeth crossed her arms and huffed. "We World Nobles are gods! The ones who killed my father and tortured my sister could only be our natural enemies. Devils!"
Bell blinked at her reasoning. 'Looks like the only reason her mind hasn't broken from having her worldview shattered was just to apply her version of logic all over the pieces.'
"...just so you know, my name... is Rocks D. Bell." Bell burst out laughing as Elizabeth's eyes shrank into horrified pinpricks.
Bell hummed as he stared down at the black flag before him as he sat on deck. Thanks to Bell's nautical knowledge, he had little trouble setting sail by himself. Still, Bell still desired to stay a pirate and Bell had very little problems with that.
But neither persona knew what to draw as their own Jolly Roger.
"Hah!"
With Kenbunshoku Haki warning him even earlier than her shout, Bell's head moved aside, allowing Elizabeth's Seastone knife to stab empty air. With her unsteady on her feet, it was easy to grab her face and slam her headfirst into the deck.
It was really weird how despite how weak she was compared to him, Elizabeth was still strangely above an average civilian in durability and recovery time. And that was by One Piece standards rather than real life's.
Then again, the few World Nobles that were shown to get off their asses tended to get quite strong.
Doflamingo, who ended up as a Shichibukai. Rocinante, who was born a World Noble but died on his own terms and with a smile on his face like a fucking D.. Even Mjosgard...
Wait a minute...
"Hey, what's your full name?"
"Hah?" Elizabeth raised an eyebrow before puffing out her well endowed chest in pride. "Of course. I have not granted you the privilege of learning my name. I come from the glorious family of Donquixote! Saint Donquixote Elizabeth is my name!"
"...and I'm Rocks D. Bell. Also, this is either really good or really bad, Liz." Bell started to pace about, ignoring Elizabeth's indignance at being nicknamed. 'Every single World Noble that was actually shown being awesome was a Donquixote. Homing? Despite his hopeless naivety, he had somehow managed to live without a pole up his ass. Mjosgard? Guy actually changed for the better after Queen Otohime saved his life, unlike that ungrateful ass Charlos. Rocinante? That beautiful clown took a knife wound to the chest like a champ, kept walking despite taking several gunshots, endured his pirate crew's beatings and lived despite the fact they were seriously trying to beat him and was the strongest Donquixote Pirate right after his brother. Vergo would've totally gotten his ass kicked if Rocinante hadn't been too shocked at realizing what that bamboo bastard was up to as a disguised Marine. Doflamingo? Oh my God, DOFLAMINGO!'
Elizabeth huddled back nervously as Bell started chuckling to himself and suddenly turned to face her. "Rejoice, Liz! You're gonna become my First Mate!"
"Huh?!" Elizabeth screamed in shock. "Just who do you think you're asking to become?!"
"Do you seriously think I'm going to take a 'No' for an answer?" Bell levelled her with a scary stare that utilized his powers and made his eyes glow bright. "It's only by a whim that I've kept you here, still a virgin. But if you don't want to become more than my bed warmer..."
Bell took a step closer to glare at her, the next words being born completely from his pirate self's psyche. "After all, I absolutely hate the World Nobles."
Elizabeth instantly hugged herself in indignance. No longer garbed in her holy attire, she was now dressed in *shudder* simple wear that showed off her surprisingly slim and sexy body, with her long, blue hair being undone from the trendy(?) hairstyle of Mariejois. "Y-You brute! You still dare to defile the body of your better?! Stay still so that I may execute you!"
Then showing far more speed that would have been expected from her, Elizabeth proved her potential as a Donquixote as she charged forward with her knife and aimed to cut her captor's neck, only to fail as it scratched uselessly against the patch of black, metallic skin that kept appearing whenever she tried to hurt him.
'Good thing the other me's achieved Haki and I can use it.' Bell's arm closed around the woman's waist and hugged her close. "Why would I do something as suicidal as that?"
Elizabeth struggled to reply but had to bite back a yelp as the hand holding her suddenly went under her shirt to cup her left breast and squeeze it tightly. The hot breath on her neck as well as the stiff erection she could feel slowly rubbing between her ass cheeks didn't help matters. "Y-You mongrel! Y-You took my family's ship, had my father and sister killed, freed my rightfully bought slaves, and now use me to slate your depraved lust?!"
"There are a few things incorrect in what you just said." Bell bit her ear as he used his second hand to grab her free breast, now blatantly groping her, dragging out a throaty squeak from her. "While I'll gladly admit to freeing the slaves and molesting you however I want, your father died due to him disrespecting Linlin. Your chef wanted to feed her and when he offered the food, he went and slapped it to the floor. Linlin hates food wasters with murderous fervor."
When Elizabeth tried to retort something, Bell twisted her nipples, causing her to curl her toes as she bent forward and unknowingly press her ass harder against the bulge she could feel. "As for your sister... I can't really give any excuse for Kaidou. Still, your sister must have said something really disrespectful if even Newgate didn't do anything despite hearing her screams."
Just as Elizabeth was about to reach her peak just from him fondling her chest, Bell suddenly shoved her away. "I got it! I know what to draw!"
'H-He stopped...?' Elizabeth slid down against the nearby mast as Bell painted excitedly onto the canvas. With a final flourish, Bell stood back to admire his work.
The Jolly Roger was that of a white skull burning in a golden sun to represent Bell's Devil Fruit while underneath were two spears crossed over each other represented his weapon.
It was a lucky coincidence that Bell the Assassin had trained with polearms in his previous life, considering that Bell the Pirate's main weapon was a spear, making it the one thing he could actually improve in his whole skillset.
"Perfect!" Bell grabbed the flag and instantly ran for the mast. With some fiddling, the flag was properly rigged. Before the hauling, Bell stopped to offer his prayer.
"My name is Bell April. My name is Rocks D. Bell. Answer my Invocation, Davy Jones."
Bell intoned, his words gaining a haunting tone which caused Elizabeth to clap her hands over her ears and close her eyes in fright as the sea grew tempestuous, missing the giant, phantom-like figure rising out of the sea to place a dripping finger over the flag. It looked like a man, yet not a man. A Captain's coat adorned his shoulders but looked like it was composed of the Seas themselves rather than leather.
"I am One who has entered your territory with intentions of Piracy. I am One who raises the Jolly Roger in pursuit of Adventure, Freedom and Desires."
The Jolly Roger flickered in Bell's grip as the drawing on it was animated for a few seconds, golden flames blazing and spears separating to clash against each other again as the Skull laughed.
"I am One who will Sail with you in the Flying Dutchman when my time passes. Acknowledge my presence!"
The phantom lifted it's finger and spread out it's arms over the entire ship before it disappeared back into the Seas.
But not without a parting message.
.::ℌ𝔬𝔦𝔰𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 ℭ𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔖𝔞𝔦𝔩 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔥::.
The Jolly Roger felt hot in Bell's hands as he hauled it up the mast. Once at the zenith, a sudden wind blew, blowing through Elizabeth's hair as her gaze remained fixed on the flag as the gust spread it wide and noticeable.
And suddenly, it crashed into her.
Saint Elizabeth was no longer a Saint, no longer a World Noble... Maybe not even a pirate under that very recent Jolly Roger.
Bell had always told her that she was free to leave whenever they would reach land (before his sudden desire to take her as his First Mate), but she knew enough of the outside world. She knew enough of the commoners' unreasonable but ̶w̶e̶l̶l̶ ̶d̶e̶s̶e̶r̶v̶e̶d̶ hatred for her kind.
She was no longer free.
Her delusions finally fell while her father and sister's bodies finally started to digest in a random Sea King's belly.
Under the new Jolly Roger, Bell laughed as a new Pirate.
Under the new Jolly Roger, Elizabeth grimaced as a Pirate.
"And we're finally here."
Elizabeth moaned from where she was on the deck, laying down with two guns beside her. In the weeks it took to reach Mock Town, Bell had gotten the idea to train her up a bit.
Good news, for all of her complaining, Elizabeth took really well to the harsh methods Bell set up. By now, Bell estimated her to be at East Blue Sanji's level.
Bad news, she complained a lot. There were several times when Bell had to stop himself from either throwing her aboard or stuffing something into her mouth.
Perhaps that bitch needed a good dick in her mouth to-
Bell stopped that train of thought before it went far. Ever since Bell had arrived into this world, he was sometimes overcome by random bursts of energy and adrenaline. Whether it was the logia fruit in him that essentially made him a human-shaped ball of superheated chemical reactions or a weird aspect of his much more... better body which possessed at least fifty times the physical conditioning he was used to, he didn't know. Unfortunately, that had combined with Bell April's habit of seducing women into cursing him with a raging libido.
Really, with the attractive Elizabeth's naivete and bitchy attitude, it was a wonder that he'd lasted a whole two weeks before Bell had her moaning beneath him as he plundered her formerly virginal body on deck.
"Ah..." Elizabeth pathetically moaned as she crawled away, unaware of Bell's sharp gaze being fixated on her raised derriere.
"Drop anchor here, Liz!" Bell ordered as they entered into Mock Town's port. With a single leap, he cleared the distance between the ship and the land before the former had even stopped. "If I'm not back before sundown, set sail! Also, kill anyone who comes aboard without me!"
"You better find a good cook!" Liz waved him off after later reappearing on the bow. "And if you're buying stuff, you better not forget about me!"
Compared to three weeks ago, she now looked a bit more muscled with her clothes changed to match her current occupation. Her attire consisted of a revealing bikini top covered in dark stripes below an open, dark buttoned vest. A jean miniskirt covered her lower body, finished by a pair of high-heeled cowgirl boots. Also present were two pistols hanging off her waist.
What? World Nobles never got to wear anything different than their divine garb! One good thing about being an ex-World Noble meant that she could finally wear clothes that displayed her heavenly body!
Even her Captain had approved of her dresses and introduced her to cosplaying a bit! Now if only she could have one that didn't rile him up to ravish her and leave the outfit nearly ruined.
"Hey, gorgeous!" A drunk pirate shouted as he approached with two buddies in similar states, leering up at her exposed thighs. "How about you come have a drink with us?"
"I wonder if Bell would allow me to squash this mongrel before me?" Elizabeth loudly wondered, causing several onlookers to burst out laughing.
"W-Watch your tongue, you bitch!" The pirate drew out his sword-
*BANG!*
-only for it to be shot out of his hands.
Elizabeth's blue eyes were colder than ice as she glared the pirate into submission. "If you take one step further towards my ship, my next bullet will go though your legs next. Then the third will go though your stomach, causing you to slowly bleed out unless a doctor can save you quickly enough."
The usually sadistic smile she used to wear in her days as a World Noble adorned her face. "Please, do it. Just take one more step. Let me watch you die."
The laughing had stopped by now, with everyone now staring at the woman in fearful shock. The drunk pirate in particular had now sobered up real quick and started to back away with his equally terrified crewmates.
Elizabeth idly watched them until they were gone and sighed. 'I guess me not being a World Noble anymore doesn't mean that I can't terrify and torture people who don't know their places.'
Akame blinked uncaringly as the door to the restaurant banged open, only to stiffen at the Voice her Kenbunshoku Haki alerted her to. A young blond man, seeming around her age walked in and took a table.
He was pretty tall, had unruly blond hair, with a spear hanging off his back which looked like it might have been craved from gold among if not for the ominous designs on it and most of all, was easily the most dangerous entity in the room.
Even Kurome, her sister who hadn't mastered Kenbunshoku Haki as well as Akame had, had paused in enjoying her sweets to stare in rising worry.
"Excuse me, miss." The blond stated to the skimpy waitress who had approached him, the obvious lewdness of his gaze ensuring that she was less clothed in his mind. "I'll have this, please. Also, is there anyone of your staff who'd like to join my pirate crew? I'm in need of a cook."
"Um, no." The waitress replied, already raising an eyebrow at how he hadn't yet tried to cop a feel like several others before him. "I think our workers are okay with not being hunted down by the Marines."
The blond man sighed. "I see. I'll have to try another place. Also, get me another of my order to go when the first one's done."
"Understood."
"Easy." Akame laid a comforting hand over Kurome's as she grabbed her to prevent her from leaving. "Kurome, we can only run for so long. We're need of a patron and he has a vacant spot I can fill."
"He's strong." Kurome hissed in worry. "Stronger than everyone else on this island. Maybe even us combined."
"Exactly." Akame replied. "That kind of strength in a pirate only belongs to one who has thrived in the New World. Plus, he's been nothing but polite since he arrived. If he wants to kill me, even if I cripple him in the process, I'll definitely lose and die."
Akame sighed a bit, revealing a bit of the exhaustion she had always tried to hide from her little sister. "We can only keep running for so long. It's time we finally take a gamble."
With that said, Akame shook herself free and approached the blond. The instant she made in his direction, his gaze had locked onto her, verifying her belief of him being a New World veteran.
Although the widening of his eyes were strange. Because he looked like recognized her from somewhere. Still, he wasn't drawing his weapon or making any attempts to stop her so enough, she took a spare seat at his table.
"...my name is Akame." She started off and then thumbed at her sister. "And that's my little sister, Kurome."
The blond choked on his drink after hearing the names, confirming that he did know them from somewhere. Still, while he displayed shock, he had yet to say anything negative or malicious. "I'm Rocks D. Bell."
'D.? Definitely not one who conforms to order, then.' Akame noted as she crossed her legs. "If you don't mind me asking, why are you recruiting for your pirate crew?"
"Well, my former crew just disbanded some weeks ago." Bell replied just as the waitress came back with his order. "I'm too young to consider something like retirement, so I'm going to form my own crew to sail the seas."
"I see." Akame took a sip of her drink. "And would you treat your subordinates?"
"Well, I'm something of a philanderer." Bell admitted, nearly surprising Akame from how easily he admitted his perverted nature. "So I guess I'd be really perverted towards women. Of course, I won't go too far without consent, but I think I'd leer at you quite a bit. Maybe a little ass slapping here and there. Besides, my brother was the Captain of my previous crew and he was all about that 'Being Powerful means that I can do whatever the fuck I want' stuff. I'd like some actual comradery between us, although if you were too weak, I'd just train you up to an adequate level."
"You won't need to worry about that." Akame sighed as she pondered her choices. "One more thing, would you care about a potential subordinate's background?"
"Not really." Bell shrugged. "If they entered my crew while loyal to another, I'd steal their loyalty for myself, no matter who they came from."
"I see." Akame smiled in some relief before making her request. "Bell-san... in exchange for me becoming your cook, let me and my sister join your crew."
"Ok." Bell instantly replied. "Welcome aboard, Akame."
'Instant acceptance!' "That was easier than I expected it to be."
"Did you want a special initiation or something?" Bell tilted. "I am in a recruitment phase, after all."
"Well, I'm not as eager as Nee-sama. Just because you're pretty strong is not enough to swear our lives to you."
Akame flinched as Kurome appeared before them, her blade already drawn and inches from Bell's throat. 'You impulsive fool! Don't threaten someone so far above you!'
"I deeply apologize, Bell-san." Akame flew to her feet, about to drag Kurome away but suddenly-
STAY
-what felt like power slammed into Akame, massive and hot beyond all reason, beyond all sanity, all imagination. All that fire and heat and light and power... slammed the girl down to her knees.
'H-Haoshoku Haki?!' Akame struggled to breathe as the Presence tapered off, even as Bell stood up and grabbed the stiff Kurome by her shoulder.
"It's okay, Akame. Let's take this outside." Bell pleasantly spoke, as if he hadn't just subjugated her sister in an instant and caused most of the restaurant's customers and workers to nearly piss themselves. He then turned to the confused waitress. "Hey, I'd like two more of my previous order to go. Bring them all along with the check when I'm done with this one outside."
Akame shook her head and rushed out after her sister and new Captain... along with the other patrons and employees of the restaurant who could still move.
They weren't the only ones. As if the very scent of a fight could be smelt by the residents of Mock Town, Bell and Kurome were soon surrounded by rowdy spectators.
"I'm surprised that you didn't try to talk out of this." Kurome hefted her katana, pointing it at a relaxed Bell. "You've got guts, at least."
'Did she just forget the terror she felt just a while ago? Ah. Her mind must've blocked it out." Bell made a stretching motion, obviously mocking Kurome by not reaching for his spear. "A Pirate Captain must always ensure that his uppity crewmembers aren't too disobedient. It's one thing to disagree with me. It's another to flat-out challenge me. Besides, you wanted to know my strength, right? In that case..."
Bell hummed as he began to hop from foot to foot for a warmup. Moving his arms and neck, bones cracked as he loosened his muscles. With one final hop, Bell stomped the wooden ground hard enough to crack it. "I'll have to discipline you a bit!"
"Tsk! Fine, then!" Kurome rushed forward and slashed at Bell, only for him to dodge effortlessly. After two more failed tries-
"[Soru(Shave)!]"
-Kurome blitzed towards Bell who fully bent over, causing her blade to harmlessly cut through where his neck had been.
"Why do you know that move?" Bell questioned Kurome's knowledge of the Rokushiki. Even she was an ex-Marine, she was still too you- "Ah. No wonder your sister asked me about my opinions on backgrounds."
Bell dodged again as Kurome tried to cut his leg off. "The both of you... are former Cipher Pol, aren't you?"
While the pirates surrounding them didn't understand that term, both Akame and Kurome froze in shock at their former affiliations being discovered.
"[Rankyaku: Zan(Tempest Kick: Rend)!]"
Kurome snapped out of her daze and swung her blade, unleashing a thin, violent and invisible slash of wind that screamed towards Bell. With a little Busoshoku gathering in his hand, Bell backhanded it aside, sending it careening until it cut off a nearby bell tower's top.
"That was pretty close." Bell commented as the crowd around them went wilder than before as they saw the destructive attack deflected so casually. "You could've killed the pretty waitress behind me."
Bell turned to wink at the flustered waitress behind him before facing his opponent again. "If you're worried about me selling you out or something, don't worry. I'm still willing to let the both of you into my crew!"
"D-Don't look down on me!" Kurome charged forward again, already prepping for another Flying Slash Attack, only for Bell to finally go on the offensive and catch her blade.
"I see. In that case..." Bell drew back his fist, the very motion causing Kurome to freeze. "It's okay for me to hit you, right?"
It was terrifying on a primal level.
There was neither Haki nor Devil Fruit power used in the punch that was about to be thrown.
Yet, Kurome saw DEATH in the shape of a shimmering fist, speeding towards her... until it halted abruptly, blowing a great amount of displaced air that blew several others behind Kurome off her feet.
Kurome herself wasn't sent flying solely because of Bell's still solid grip on her katana. Still, her legs gave out and caused her to fall to her knees.
"How long will you stay still on your knees for?" Bell taunted. "As much as I like a pretty woman on her knees before me, your expression's making your face too ugly for me to get in the mood."
Kurome snapped, glaring up to Bell as he bent over and looked down on her. "Don't screw me, you bastard!"
She slashed at Bell, only to cut through thin air and leave herself open.
*SMACK!*
"AAH?!" Kurome cried out as Bell ruthlessly spanked her ass, hitting it hard enough to bruise the flesh. The catcalls from the crowd grew louder as Bell repeated his actions a few more times before Kurome could react.
"That's enough!" Akame made to approach, only for Bell's glare to paralyze her.
"Stay where you are, Akame." Bell warned. "I've already made it clear that I'm not killing her, so if you interfere right now, her pride will never recover from it."
"Stay back... Onee-san." Kurome growled as she glared at Bell, although it was mitigated by her red face and the small tears forming in her eyes. "I'm going to kill him."
"Much stronger and better skilled people than you have tried." Bell retorted, as surviving a serious punch to the face from Garp of all people in his young age meant that Kurome of all people would only get as much as a scratch if he actually allowed a hit. "I need you to try a little harder or I'll start getting bored..."
Kurome growled and charged blindly at Bell, her blade screaming through the air until it was diverted by a tap from Bell's left hand, leaving her open to the severe punch to the stomach that caused her to puke a bit.
There was a resounding "oooooo" from the spectators as Kurome fell to her knees again. Although mocking laughter soon replaced it.
With an annoyed sigh, the Will of a Conqueror pressed down on the entire area, sending all but Akame, Kurome and the nearby waitress fleeing into unconsciousness.
"Listen, Kurome." Bell squatted down until he was face level with her and gently poked her face. "You're now my crewmate. Mine to protect. So from now on, can't you jus rely on me a bit?"
Kurome huffed as she turned away. "Relying on a womanizer like you? How desperate are we?"
Despite that, she still took Bell's hand when it was offered. "Still..."
Bell's smile didn't drop the slightest as Kurome's blade rested against his throat. "If you do anything that makes my sister to regret her choice, no matter how invincible you seem, I'll definitely kill you."
Bell nodded in approval. "I'll even teach you how."
"Um..."
Bell, Akame and Kurome turned to the waitress, who was now very confused about all she'd seen.
"Ha!" Bell walked up to her and took away the packaged food in her hands. "Thanks, gorgeous."
With a kiss to the cheek and a copious amount of Beri dumped into her hands, Bell waved the sisters to his side. "C'mon, you two! Let's go!"
As the ship sailed away from Mock Town, Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at the sight before her. "Are you kidding me?"
"Nope!" Bell grinned as he shamelessly groped the sisters at his sides, his right hand fondling Akame's breast while his left hand kept squeezing Kurome's ass. "Right from the moment I saw these two, I knew I was going to get them for my crew."
"So you were already going to scout us, huh." Akame sighed in resignation, barely showing a blush from the constant attention given to her chest. "Also, can you stop?"
Kurome groaned as Bell simply turned his full attention to her now, fondling both her chest and butt now. "How long are you going to do this to me?!"
"It's punishment for your disrespect." Bell replied as he reached under her bra and teased a nipple. "It'll end by dawn tomorrow so be prepared."
"Noooooo!"
"Get your fingers away from there..."
After returning to their cabin, Akame smiled softly as Kurome tossed and turned in the hammock next to hers. A bit further away was Elizabeth's empty hammock, which prompted a blush as she remembered what she'd seen just minutes ago.
After being satisfied with the preparations for her new crew's breakfast and leaving her kitchen, Akame had just planned on checking in on her captain when-
"Uhn! Uhn! Mmm~! Ah~!"
The moans and groans of sexual pleasure emanating from out of Bell's slightly ajar door froze Akame in her tracks and immediately reddened her cheeks. Holding her breath, she turned to look towards the cabin in question and felt her eyes widen when she noticed the rhythmic bursts of heat resonating with the cries and sounds.
Now, Akame was well aware that Bell had outright called himself a philanderer. But there was always a difference between being told a fact and truly experiencing that fact.
Case in point, the sight of her new Captain fucking his bitchy First Mate up against a wall.
Elizabeth had earlier displayed the attitude of an extremely arrogant, yet regal lady, causing Akame to wonder if she had formerly been a noble before becoming a pirate.
Not that any of that seemed to matter right then and there, however, with Akame watching Elizabeth being pressed back against the wall as Bell fucked the attitude out of her.
Elizabeth was almost entirely naked, her clothes lying scattered and torn apart across the room, leaving her only in her boots and vest.
As such, she was all but wholly revealed to Akame, with literally everything on show. Elizabeth's eyes were closed and her head thrown back, her perfect breasts bouncing up and down in time with Bell's thrusts, along with her arms and legs being wrapped tight around him as he cupped her ass and pressed her against the wall.
Her formerly neat hair was a mess, her nails dug into Bell's back, and her hips bucked wildly and wantonly as her body instinctively tried to take the young man as deep inside of her as was physically possible.
It was with a loud groan that Bell finally stilled his hips and pushed them forward as much as possible, causing Elizabeth to shudder and moan as he cummed deep inside her.
Having seen enough, Akame fled before she'd be discovered, unaware of Bell's knowing smirk.
"I wonder if he'll go that far with me..." Akame mused at the memory. A sad truth of her and Kurome's lives being constantly on the run from after deserting CP0 and CP Trainees respectively meant that romance was a very foreign aspect in their lives. Even the closest Akame had gotten to a sexual experience were just some cold nights in which she silently masturbated to lose some stress.
Now, in a relaxed environment and with a very sexually active pirate captain nearby, Akame's desires were now rekindled to a new high. Would he guide her to the nearest quiet spot, hitching her short skirt up and then pulling her underwear down before claiming her as his? Akame groaning as the turgid length repeatedly pushed into her depths as she was pinned against the wall-
"Purururu. Purururu. Purururu. Purururu."
Akame blinked out of her fantasy as her personal Den Den Mushi rang, causing her to raise an eyebrow. Hearing it ring a bit more, Akame finally answered it. "Hello?"
"Former Agent Akame." An unfamiliar voice came through the line. However, it was powerful enough to freeze Akame in place. "You've come in contact with a very dangerous pirate."
"W-Who are you?" Akame stuttered.
"Oh. That's right." The speaker's bored eyes widened, as if registering a forgotten fact. "You and your sister never met us. Consider us the ones who were supposed to have become your Bosses."
"The Gorōsei?!" Akame whispered harshly as she left the cabin and her still asleep sister. "Why are you calling me?!"
"We've deemed it worthwhile to grant you a mission." The speaker spoke with a tone that had never known nor accepted refusals and rejections. "You are to earn Rocks D. Bell's trust, no matter how long it takes, and deliver him to us when ready. If you succeed, we shall grant you and your sister amnesty."
"So it was you guys after all." Bell called out as he approached.
"I... I didn-" Akame tried to speak, only for him to casually shush her and gently push her aside.
"Hey there. So you guys are the ones my brother wanted to deal with." Bell cheerfully spoke into the mic, finally causing the speaker's eyes to widen. "Well, whatever plans you have for Akame and her sister, drop it."
"Who do you think you are to give us such an order?" Akame buckled when a wave of Overwhelming Autonomy suddenly slammed into her, rendering her into nothing but a mindless tool.
A tool to be used. A tool to be discarded. Nothing else mattered to a tool, for it lived only and truly for it's user.
For the World Government is absolute.
For the Five Elder Stars were absolute.
For the Empty Thro-
And the World stumbled, leaving Akame kneeling before a golden Caelestial Rule-
"Knock it off." Bell snarled into the mic, his cheer completely gone as he supported Akame's limp body with a spare arm. "Don't fuck with my crewmates."
"As expected of that usurper's brother." The snail spoke, completely unbothered. "No matter then. If Akame will not enter under our command, then she and her sister will simply join you in sinking."
"No, she won't." Bell refuted. "Akame and her sister are going to sail with me, free from you monsters."
"We shall see." The Den Den Mushi finally cut off, leaving Bell truly wary about his presence in this world for the first time.
Start the SBS!
Devil Fruit: Nichi Nichi no Mi(Sun-Sun Fruit)
Strengths: This fruit allows the user to create, control and become solar energy. With this in mind, the user can create devastating sun-based attacks and gain immunity towards all light, electricity and heat-based attacks, at least. The user is also able to avoid normal physical attacks by turning into solar energy and allowing the attack to harmlessly pass through or into their body. Igniting oneself also has the added effect of burning, amputating or vaporizing an opponent if he or she had tried to physically harm the user.
Weaknesses: Due to the sheer power of this logia fruit, unless the user does not care for collateral damage, a lot of control is needed to properly harness it. Also, due to it's celestial nature, it's natural rival is the Yami Yami no Mi(Dark-Dark Fruit)
Besides these factors, standard Devil Fruit weaknesses also apply.
KingVessel: My first ever One Piece fic! Please tell me your thoughts!