(A/N: Another chapter! This one will have more new material than the last. For clarification later:

Italics: Flashback
Bold/Italics = Flashback Narration

Enjoy!)


Tempeste G. Venus! The Outcasted Witch of Loguetown

Blood/Violence TW warning

During their conversation, the door slowly opened ajar, and a green-haired, purple-cloaked head peeked out of the room in curiosity, only her dark green eye visible, as well as a small, pale hand with black nails.

Now hearing a creak, Luffy looked behind Rauru with a small hum of curiosity, and noticed the newcomer peering in. "Hello!" He waved with a bright smile. But to his confusion, her response was her eye widening with a gasp of fear, before she urgently swung the door back shut. "Huh? What's she scared of?"

"What was that?" Rauru asked him.

"I just saw a girl look in here, from that door behind you!" Luffy replied. "She had green hair, and a cloak; she seemed scared when I said hi."

"Oh yes, don't mind her. She's been through a lot, poor child."

"Is she your granddaughter?"

"No, but she's become that lately, I have to admit. She came to this town 5 years ago, as I recall," He reminisced, getting himself another alcoholic drink. "It was peculiar, though. No boats or ships had come to this island for weeks, and yet there she was; a strange, young woman on the shore. It was as if she came from the sea itself. Amazingly, she appeared to have eaten the Witch-Witch Fruit; her beauty mark proves it. I found her by the dock, wearing a sail for a dress."

5 years ago

One day, after closing the bar, Rauru began a stroll along the shore of Loguetown, recovering from a hectic day. Some people just had no manners; he was given politeness only scarcely, and most patrons were quite destructive.

"I'm getting it," He heard a young female voice say absently, "I'm getting it now." He looked over, and by the dock, a young woman with a ghastly pale complexion was walking along the sand, arms out like a plank of wood. She couldn't be higher than 155 centimeters tall, judging from where he stood, and she had light green hair reaching just below her shoulders. Everything under her arms was covered by a large, purplish-white sail with black pinstripes, completely concealing even her legs and feet, and tied in place with a brown rope.

"Hey, kid?" Rauru called out, now curious as he came closer. He never saw her around Loguetown before; and there hadn't been any boats or ships for weeks now. How on Earth did she get here? "Young lady?" She turned to him, her big, innocent green eyes nervous under short hair fringe. "Are you alright?"

"Oh, uh, y-yes," She stammered, "I'm just, uh... taking a walk. M-my boat sank. With everything but me on it." It sounded like she was making things up as she went. During her ramble, Rauru was stunned when something on her suddenly stood out; a black beauty mark in the shape of a crescent moon rested under her left eye. "And I uh..." She stopped upon noticing his shock. "Are you okay, mister?"

"That moon, on your face," He muttered, "You ate the Witch-Witch Fruit, didn't you?"

"Y-yes, I did!" She nodded enthusiastically. "I had been searching for it for so long, and I finally found it here! It's been my dream to be a witch, mister! I still need to brush up on the skills, though." She was startled by a ball of energy shooting from her hand out of nowhere; it went straight into the ocean with a splash. She turned back to him with a sheepish grin. "My bad."

"Well, you won't have much luck doing that here," He chuckled, "You could attract Marines out here in the open, and you don't want that."

"Right," Her hand rested on the back of her neck. She couldn't have been older than 16; too young to be on her own. "Um, can you tell me where I am?"

"Of course; this is Loguetown, on the Polestar Islands. Do you need a place to stay in, my dear?"

"Y-yeah, that would be great."

"There's a nice hotel in Loguetown that you will be quite comfortable in. I'll take you there myself, but first, let's get you some proper clothes."

"'Kay," She agreed, and walked clumsily with him.

"I never did catch your name, young lady. Call me Rauru."

She smiled shyly. "Tempeste G. Venus. Thanks, Mr. Rauru, for helping me."

"So I escorted her to the Antique House, where she found lots of nice clothes and shoes to replace that old sail," He narrated to Luffy, "Once she settled in, she performed some of her magic for the townspeople. It not only sharpened her skills, but made her quite popular as well. Crowds gathered to watch her work; despite any flaws, they loved it all. She became a sensation in just a few short days."

Venus, always clad in her new, beautiful, witchy outfits, produced sparkles and various shapes from her hands, made herself and watchers levitate inches off the ground, and even controlled their minds at their request. She even got paid for her performances, which helped her get by independently; she earned enough to pay for her stay in the hotel, plus any nourishments she needed, trinkets for her spells, and some for more fun stuff.

"She was on top of the world," He recalled to the young pirate, "She was so happy, doing what she loved for everyone. But... one fateful day changed everything, forever."

"Alright Mr. Jiro, now do a backflip!" Venus commanded with confidence; the normally unagile, middle-aged man did just that flawlessly, to the crowd's delight. She giggled, then started to think some more, as Jiro waited for her next move. "Okay, uh..." She stopped herself when a young boy, possibly 5 or 6, shoved his way running through the crowd, screaming for no reason. 'Must be bored,' she thought. But he ran right in her direction at a rapid speed, with no intention of stepping aside; she quickly moved away, but because she still wasn't light on her feet yet, she landed on the hard cobblestone on her backside with a yelp. She glared in annoyance, as he kept it up. "Damn kid," She grumbled, oblivious to her subject taking a turn in demeanor.

A bad one.

"Okay, back to business. Now Mr. Jiro, act like a dog!" To her confusion, he just stood in place, not doing what she said. "Mr. Jiro? Act like a dog," She tried again with more confidence. Nothing.

That wasn't supposed to happen. Uh oh; that kid must have thrown off her concentration. Hypnosis acts like this one call for a lot of it; and now it was going wrong because of that brat. She hadn't counted on that happening, so she was completely unprepared.

This was bad.

The crowd was waiting for her to finish, growing skeptical, but she was faltering. "Mr. Jiro? Jiro? Do as I say! Now! Jiro!" She was getting angry, feeling the pressure of all the eyes on her, as she moved her hands in a panic.

"The man would not listen," Rauru recalled, "She lost control of his mind. No matter how she tried, the spell was failing; all from one little distraction. And then... it happened."Now in a hellish rage, Jiro stole a dagger from a random audience member, to the crowd's fright, and ran to a now scared Venus, wielding the weapon in his left hand. "He stole someone's dagger, and..." After leaving a cut below her brow, he delivered the devastating blow: one, long slash down that side of her face. "The bastard slashed her eye out right there." Rauru sighed heavily. "I'll never forget her screams, or how much blood she lost that day."

After a moment of shock, the young witch screamed in agonizing pain, and fell to her knees, one hand keeping her up and the other over her heavily bleeding wound. After gaining their bearings from the scare, the citizens reacted, but not like she or Rauru expected. Instead of showing concern, they began heckling the poor girl. "Fraud, faker, phony; that's only a few of what they called her. They showed no worry, or concern for her."

"Mr. Rauru!" She cried out through her screams. "Help me!"

The old man shoved through the crowd, furious at every one of them, before he reached her. There was an alarming puddle of blood under her head, and she was shaking terribly. "It felt like a blur from there. I got her to a doctor, and she managed to pull through. Her eye was not so lucky; it had to be removed completely. She was left with a scar, and has been half blind ever since."Venus began sporting long, emo bangs over her scar, while leaving her left-side fringe the same.

"The townspeople have ostracized her since the incident; they didn't care that she's not to blame for the mistake."Venus was walking the streets, enduring boos and heckling, when she was suddenly tripped by one of the citizens. With a pitiful yelp, she fell to the concrete. As she stayed on her now sore knees, she bit back tears through their laughter; they hadn't seen her cry, and were not going to anytime soon. No matter how much they chip at her her. "The hotel even threw her out, leaving her without a roof over her head; I emptied out that storage room, made it comfortable, and she's stayed in there for 5 years now. No one knows about it, so she's out of harm's way."

With that, he finished the story of the mysterious girl. Luffy appeared to have a thousand-yard stare, before he beamed brightly, stars in his eyes. "She does magic? That's so cool!" He gushed. A real witch! He had to see some of that!

Rauru stared at him in confusion. "Young man, did you not hear a word I just said?"

"Can I see her do some? Please?" Luffy requested.

Rauru sneered, and used himself to barricade the door. "I'll be damned if I let anyone else hurt her. I can't trust anyone in this town anymore."

"Oh, but I won't, I promise!" Luffy assured. "I want to see her magic! It sounds awesome!"

The old man eyed him, looking for a slip-up in honesty, but found none; he really was serious. "Alright, I'll let you in. But if I hear any sounds of distress from her, I'll punt your ass out myself."

"Deal!" Luffy eagerly hopped down from the barstool, and walked in with excitement after the door was opened for him.

As he entered, he heard a small gasp of surprise and wariness. In front of where he stood, there she was. The girl he saw peer in.

Tempeste G. Venus.


(A/N: Here she is! And her backstory! You know the disclaimer.)