Chapter 1: Genesis
**FLASHBACK ABOUT 10 YEARS BEFORE THE STORY**
A small harbor village
This story starts in a small village. A cluster of colorful buildings huddled together along the waterfront. The architecture varied from quaint cottages with thatched roofs to elegant Victorian-style houses painted in pastel hues, exuding a timeless charm that beckoned visitors from near and far.
The scent of saltwater mingled with the aroma of freshly caught fish being prepared at local seafood restaurants that lined the harbor. Seagulls circled overhead, their cries blending with the gentle lapping of waves against the wooden docks where fishing boats and sailboats bobbed rhythmically.
Narrow cobblestone streets winded their way through the village, lined with artisanal shops selling handcrafted goods, boutique galleries showcasing local artwork, and cozy cafes where residents and tourists alike gathered to sip on steaming cups of coffee or enjoy freshly baked pastries.
At the heart of the village stood a weathered lighthouse, its beacon casting a guiding light over the waters, a symbol of safety and navigation for sailors returning home after a long voyage. Nearby, a bustling marketplace rushed with activity as fishermen unloaded their day's catch, while vendors peddled fruits, vegetables, and other provisions.
Beyond the village, rolling hills carpeted with lush greenery provided a scenic backdrop, while rocky cliffs dotted with ancient ruins hinted at the rich history of the region. Visitors could explore hiking trails that meandered through dense forests, offering panoramic views of the coastline and opportunities to spot wildlife such as seals, dolphins, and seabirds.
Ten years ago...
Nestled among the cobblestone streets of the harbor village stood a small, weathered building. The building's façade was adorned with a patchwork of worn wooden planks, their once vibrant paint now faded by the sun and sea spray. A sloping roof, covered in moss and adorned with rustic shingles, gave the building a cozy, lived-in feel.
A single, arched doorway served as the entrance to the building, its wooden frame eroded from years of use.
...A boy chose his legacy.
This is where it all begins.
A door creaked open.
"I can't believe I'm seeing you yet again, Dante," the older man's voice carried a weight of disappointment, each word heavy with a history of repeated encounters.
His eyes, weathered by time and burdened with concern, fixed upon the youthful figure before him. It was a gaze that seemed to pierce through layers of bravado, reaching into the depths of Dante's soul.
"Do you ever stay out of trouble?" The question hung in the air, laden with a mixture of frustration and genuine care, as if the older man grappled with the hope that this time, just maybe, things might be different.
"Tch!" Dante's lips pursed in a dismissive gesture, a barely audible exhalation of frustration that escaped his clenched teeth.
With a subtle flicker of annoyance, his eyes rolled skyward, their dark depths momentarily obscured by a veil of defiance. He shifted his gaze, unable to bear the weight of the older man's scrutiny, his attention drifted to a distant point on the floor as if seeking solace in its indifferent surface. It was a fleeting moment of rebellion, a silent protest against the expectations that weighed upon his shoulders like chains.
An adventure like no other.
"Why am I the only one here?!" Dante's voice reverberated through the room, tinged with frustration and echoing off the walls like a solitary cry in the night.
His brow furrowed into a deep frown, carving lines of discontent across his youthful features. With arms tightly crossed over his chest, he stood as a lone sentinel amidst the turmoil, his stance a testament to his defiance in the face of injustice. His gaze, ablaze with indignation, flicked from one corner of the room to another, searching for validation, for solidarity, but finding only empty space and the lingering echoes of his own words.
Villager Boy Rouge D. Dante
Dante's spiky black hair defied gravity, each strand standing at attention as if reaching for the sky or sticking out like a rebellious crown atop his head. His kind golden eyes, flecked with hints of amber, sparkled with a warmth that belied the storm brewing within. They were windows to a soul as vast as the ocean, filled with depths yet to be explored.
Pierced ears bore testament to his individuality, gleaming with silver studs that caught the light and cast shimmering reflections against his tanned skin. They spoke of a desire to break free from the constraints of convention, to chart his own course amidst a sea of conformity.
Dressed in a V-neck t-shirt, the fabric draped casually over his frame, accentuating the contours of his muscular physique with every subtle movement. Shorts hugged his hips, their fabric worn and faded from countless adventures beneath the sun-kissed sky. A belt, long forgotten in its purpose, hung loosely from his waist, its leather strap dangling in front of him like a forgotten tether to the mundane world.
Completing his ensemble, sandals adorned his feet, their soles worn smooth from countless journeys along sandy shores and rocky paths. A couple of bracelets adorned his wrist, each one a memento of places visited and memories made, their intricate patterns a testament to the stories they held within.
"Just because he started it doesn't mean you have to finish it," the older gentleman's voice resonated with a depth of wisdom that seemed to transcend the confines of the room.
His words carried the weight of years lived and lessons learned, each syllable infused with the quiet authority of experience.
"WRONG!" Dante's voice reverberated through the room like a thunderclap, charged with a raw intensity that crackled in the air like electricity.
His words carried the weight of conviction, each syllable infused with a fervor that left no room for doubt. It was a declaration born of defiance, a defiant challenge to the perceived injustice that had ignited the fire within him.
The older man recoiled, his weathered features contorted with surprise and disbelief at Dante's sudden outburst. His eyes widened in astonishment, the lines of wisdom etched into his face deepening as if carved by the force of Dante's words. It was a reaction that spoke volumes, a visceral response to the unexpected ferocity unleashed by the young man before him.
The older man's countenance softened, his wrinkled features relaxed into an expression of paternal warmth and understanding. With a gentle sigh, he extended a hand, its calloused fingers brushed lightly against Dante's spiky black hair. There was a tenderness in the gesture, a silent reassurance conveyed through the simple act of touch.
"Oh, what are we going to do with you, Dante?" The older man's voice carried a mixture of exasperation and fondness, a sigh woven into each syllable as he pondered the enigma of the young man before him. His eyes, softened by years of wisdom and experience, gazed upon Dante with a subtle admiration that danced beneath the surface of his words.
In that moment, as Dante stood before him with unwavering resolve etched into every line of his youthful face, the older man couldn't help but marvel at the depth of character that belied his tender age. It was a silent acknowledgment of the fire that burned within Dante's soul, a fierce determination that refused to be extinguished by the trials and tribulations of life.
"You're really gonna get me something to eat?" Dante's voice carried a mix of surprise and gratitude, his eyes widening with disbelief as he turned to look at the older man walking beside him.
They now strolled through the winding streets of the village, the air alive with the hustle and bustle of daily life, Dante's gaze darted eagerly from one food stall to another, his stomach rumbling in anticipation of the feast to come. The tantalizing aroma of sizzling meats and savory spices wafted through the air, mingling with the laughter of children and the chatter of locals going about their daily routines.
"Yes, but only if you promise to be on better behavior," the older man's voice held a gentle admonishment, though there was a playful glint in his eyes that betrayed his teasing tone. He looked down at Dante, his smile warm and affectionate, a silent reminder of the bond that bound them together.
"Yeah, I can do that." Dante's response came swift and confident, his words carrying a hint of bravado that masked any doubt lurking beneath the surface. His tone was casual, almost nonchalant, as if the weight of the older man's request was of little consequence to him.
"Thanks for getting me food... Uh..." Dante's voice trailed off, his words tinged with gratitude as he glanced at the older man. His hand rose to his chin, pinching it in thought, a gesture that accentuated the contemplative furrow of his brow. With a tilt of his head, he cast his gaze skyward, as if seeking inspiration from the heavens above.
"I forgot your name." He finally admitted blankly.
"Eh? YOU GET SENT TO MY DAMN OFFICE SO OFTEN AND YOU CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER A MAN'S NAME?!" The older man roared as he scolded Dante, who completely misunderstood why it was such a big deal.
"Dah! Who am I kidding? You're a kid. It's to be expected. The name's Isen. You'd do well to remember it!" Isen smiled confidently, taking pride in his name.
Villager Man Isen
Isen was an imposing figure, standing tall with a lean and wiry build that belied his age. His weathered face bore the marks of a life spent at sea, with deep lines etched around his piercing eyes that seemed to hold the wisdom of centuries. His hair, streaked with strands of gray, fell in wild, untamed locks around his shoulders, giving him an air of both mystery and authority. Despite his rugged appearance, there was a serene calmness to his demeanor, as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders with ease. He wore a voluminous blue cloak with simple, neutral-colored tunic and trousers underneath and sturdy, worn, brown boots.
Unbeknownst to Isen, Dante was not listening and had walked ahead, checking out a food stall.
Isen sighed, "Why do I even bother?"
"So, you want something from here, lad?" Isen had caught up to Dante at the stall.
The stall had all types of tasty foods on display. From delicious-looking meats, to fresh fruit and vegetables, and even some snacks and treats on the side.
Dante was utterly transfixed by the stall before him, his gaze fixed unwaveringly upon the tantalizing display of culinary delights. His eyes gleamed with unabashed hunger, pupils dilated as he absorbed every detail of the mouthwatering spread.
Unbeknownst to him, Isen had sidled up beside him, a silent observer to Dante's enraptured state. Yet Dante remained oblivious to his presence, lost in a world of savory scents and vibrant colors that seemed to dance before his eyes.
"Isen, that you?" The person running the stall came from the back.
He was wiping his hands and wore a pleasant smile, one you'd make when seeing an old friend.
"Hm? Why if it isn't Leo." Isen returned the smile.
"How are you today?" Leo asked.
"Oh you know... Just taking care of our beloved troublemakers." Isen subtly gestured towards Dante who still wasn't paying attention.
Suddenly, Dante removed his glued eyes from the food and turned to Isen with a stupidly blank expression on his face. "Like who?"
The sad part was that Dante was completely serious. He was clueless to the fact Isen was talking about him.
Both Isen and Leo paused for a moment. As if letting the idiotic words of the child pass through the air.
"I know what you mean, and I feel for 'ya." Leo rubbed the back of his neck.
"Hey! While I got you, why don't you come back here and check out this new product I'm thinking of putting out!" Leo gestured to the back of his stall.
"Oh? Well alright!" Isen followed Leo to the back, both making the mistake of leaving Dante of all kids unattended at the stall.
As they headed to the back, Dante finally picked up a fruit.
In the back of the stall, amidst the clatter of pots and pans, Leo presented Isen with a box brimming with an assortment of vibrant fruits, their colors a feast for the eyes. Beside it sat a solitary cup, its contents glistening with condensation in the warm glow of the kitchen lights.
"So, I've been thinking of adding drinks to the menu!" Leo's voice carried a note of excitement as he spoke, his eyes alight with anticipation.
He gestured towards the box and cup with a flourish, his enthusiasm contagious in the cramped confines of the kitchen.
"Oh! That would be interesting," Isen exclaimed, his eyebrows shot up in excitement like twin arrows of curiosity.
"What kind of drinks may I ask?"
Leo smirked, "You may and I'm so glad you did! They would be fruit drinks! Made from different types of fruit! There would even be an 'adult' version with some of the good stuff added if you get what I'm saying!"
Leo winked and it drew a chuckle from Isen. "Ah, yes indeed. That does sound most refreshing! Hoho!"
The sound of wild ruffling abruptly drew their attention back to the front of the stall, interrupting their conversation with a sudden urgency. Isen and Leo exchanged a curious glance, their eyes widening in anticipation of what lay ahead.
As they turned to face the source of the commotion, their breath caught in their throats at the sight that greeted them. A spectacle unfolded before their eyes, one that left them speechless.
Dante slouched on the ground amidst the remnants of the food stall, his posture mirroring the chaos that surrounded him. The once-abundant spread had been ravaged, leaving behind a scene of culinary carnage that bordered on the surreal.
Empty plates and discarded wrappers littered the ground, a testament to the feast that had unfolded mere moments before. Crumbs and scraps lay scattered like fallen leaves, remnants of a culinary battlefield where hunger had waged its victorious campaign.
Despite the devastation that surrounded him, Dante remained oblivious to the chaos, his gaze fixed upon the horizon with a dreamy detachment. His stomach was undoubtedly full, a satisfied grin playing at the corners of his lips as he basked in the afterglow of his culinary conquest.
Isen and Leo's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, their pupils dilated in disbelief as their jaws slackened in unison, dropping like anchors amidst the wreckage of the food stall. The shock of what lay before them threatened to overwhelm their senses, leaving them momentarily paralyzed in a state of incredulous astonishment.
"Those... Were some good samples." Dante patted his now slightly plump belly.
Isen and Leo approached Dante with measured steps, their silence echoed in the air like a heavy fog. As they drew nearer, their presence seemed to swell, casting a shadow over Dante's slouched form. They loomed over him like towering sentinels, their imposing figures a silent testament to the gravity of the situation.
Simultaneously, Isen and Leo swung their hands in unison, delivering a swift whack upside Dante's head. "YOU IDIOT! YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR THE FOOD!"
Dante's expression twisted into a pained frown as he instinctively reached up to rub his sore head, the sting of their reprimand still lingering.
"It's not my fault it looked like you had a bunch of samples set out!" His words spilled forth in a rush, tinged with a hint of defensiveness as he sought to justify his actions amidst the mounting tension.
Leo's face contorted into one of immense anger and confusion. "There are price tags on the stall..."
He really didn't understand the boy.
"Sorry..." Dante avoided looking Leo in the eyes.
Isen sighed and began digging in his pocket. "I'll cover it."
"You hear that kid! Be extremely grateful to Isen! I should make you work for me for the rest of your childhood and adolescence!" Leo crossed his arms, a frown adamant on his face.
Dante looked up at Isen as he climbed to his feet. "Thank you..."
Isen couldn't even form a response but a noticeable vein throbbed in his forehead.
"Well, seeing as you're well fed! I've withheld my end of the deal. I trust you will yours." Isen tucked his wallet back into his pocket.
"Absolutely!" Dante said with a reassuring smile.
"I'm gonna go see Saria! Bye!" Dante turned from the two men and walked away.
Isen and Leo just watched as the troublesome boy went on his way.
Leo started, "You know-"
"Please don't. Don't say it." Isen cut him off, knowing full well what he was about to say.
As Dante strolled along, the ground reverberated with a thunderous stomp behind him, echoing through the air with an ominous resonance.
"Hey dummy! Did you think you were gonna get away for earlier?!" A voice pierced the air from behind Dante, laced with accusation and a hint of menace, shattering the tranquility of the moment..
Behind the boy stood three other boys.
The boy smirked. "Earlier I was alone, but try to hit me now!"
The boys flanking their "leader" wore smug grins, their expressions a blend of arrogance and anticipation as they prepared to confront Dante.
Dante turned on his heel, his brows furrowing into a deep frown of apprehension and defiance as he faced the approaching group.
Recalling Isen's words, a firm resolve settled in Dante's expression as he uttered, "I'm not going to hit you," his voice steady despite the tension thick in the air.
"Scaredy-cat!" The taunt pierced the air like a venomous dart, the boy's voice dripped with mockery as his companions snickered in amusement, their laughter a chorus of disdain echoing in the background.
Villager Boy Finley Kai
Kai had sun-kissed skin from spending countless hours under the radiant sun of the Eastern Seas. His messy, tousled hair was the color of sandy beaches, often swept back by the salty ocean breeze. He had piercing azure eyes and stood at an average height with a lean, athletic build. Kai wore a weather-beaten fishing vest over a simple white shirt and comfortable, worn-out trousers.
"I don't care if you call me that," Dante declared with a defiant edge, his words carried a steely resolve as he pivoted on his heel, his footsteps echoed with determination as he strode away from the boys, refusing to let their insults deter him.
Kai's jaw slackened in disbelief at Dante's unexpected passiveness, his calculated attempt to provoke a reaction fell flat. As Dante remained unperturbed, a sense of frustration gnawed at Kai's gut, his carefully laid plan unraveling before his eyes.
"Heh. I always knew you were a wuss," Kai jeered, a smug grin spread across his face like a shadow of superiority, his confidence somewhat bolstered by Dante's lack of reaction.
Dante just kept walking.
"Grr..." Kai's teeth grounded together in a grating symphony of frustration, the tension coiled within him like a spring ready to snap
Then, like a bolt of lightning, an idea crackled to life in his mind, igniting a devious smirk upon his lips as Kai plotted his next move.
"DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE GOING TO GO SEE THAT WEAK AND PATHETIC SARIA!"
Dante stopped in his tracks.
The boys flanking Kai emitted a chorus of amused chuckles, their laughter rang out like mischievous bells in the air.
Kai's face contorted into a smug, shit-eating grin, his lips curled with arrogant satisfaction as he relished the unfolding confrontation.
Dante pivoted on his heel to confront the boys, his head slightly declined, strands of hair obscured half of his face like a shroud, veiling his expression in an enigmatic shadow that left his emotions shrouded in mystery.
Once more, Dante's mind flashed with the memory of his deal with Isen, the solemn agreement echoing in his thoughts like a whispered promise. "Don't talk about Saria."
Kai's surprise was palpable, his eyebrows arched in astonishment as he braced himself for the anticipated clash, fully expecting Dante to retaliate after his provocation. Yet, as Dante remained eerily calm, a sense of bewilderment washed over Kai, leaving him momentarily off-balance.
"Or what?!" Kai's smirk widened into a sneer, his voice dripped with arrogance as he challenged Dante, his confidence buoyed by the belief that he held all the cards in their confrontation.
He figured he just had to push Dante further.
"You're as weak as sorry Saria!"
Finally, Dante's gaze lifted, his brows furrowed into a deep, menacing frown that sent shivers down the spines of Kai and his cronies, their bodies recoiled instinctively from the intensity of his glare. The air crackled with tension as Dante's simmering anger radiated off him in waves, a silent warning of the storm that brewed beneath his calm exterior.
"Don't talk about Saria. I'm not gonna tell you again."
As Kai and his friends regained their composure, he mustered the courage to retort, his voice wavered slightly as he stuttered out, "Y-You don't tell me what to do!"
Kai's footfall echoed softly against the ground as he advanced towards Dante, his movements deliberate and calculated, the tension between them thickened with each measured step.
With unwavering determination, Kai pressed forward, his stride purposeful as he closed the distance between himself and Dante, his voice rang out with a taunting defiance, "I can talk about whatever I want to, dummy!"
Now within arm's distance from Dante, he continued, "And if that includes Sa-"
Before Kai could even finish his sentence, Dante punched him right in his nose. Hitting him so hard that it knocked him to the ground.
Crimson droplets dripped from Kai's nose. In a flurry of panic, his cronies rushed to his side, their expressions a mix of concern and disbelief as they assessed the aftermath of Dante's sudden and decisive retaliation.
"Kai!"
"I warned you, dummy!" Dante's frown transformed into a ferocious visage, his features contorted with an intensity that mirrored the storm raging within him.
Kai's friends hurriedly converged around him, their hands reached out in a flurry of motion as they sought to lift him from the ground, their faces etched with concern and urgency.
"Now you asked for it!" One of the friend's said.
"Yeah, you're finished now!" Another said.
"IF YOU WANNA GO, THEN LET'S GO!" Dante's roar reverberated through the air like a thunderclap, his fists clenched tightly at his sides, poised for whatever confrontation lay ahead.
Kai emitted a low, guttural growl as he cradled his bleeding nose between his fingers, his expression contorted with a mixture of pain and simmering fury.
"GET HIM!" Kai's voice thundered with authoritative command, his words echoed like a rallying cry as he spurred his friends into action, their faces alight with determination as they braced themselves for the impending clash.
In sync, the trio of friends surged forward in unison, their movements a blur of frenzied energy as they barreled towards Dante with relentless intent.
Dante took a fighting stance.
"I WON'T LET Y'ALL SAY MEAN THINGS ABOUT SARIA AND GET AWAY WITH IT!"
Witnessing the intensity of Dante's anger sent a small wave of doubt rippling through the three boys, yet with gritted teeth and clenched fists, they pressed on, determined to see their confrontation through to the bitter end.
Dante's fist connected with a solid thud against one of the boys, sending him reeling backwards, while another delivered a swift kick to Dante's ribs, the impact driving the breath from his lungs in a sharp gasp of pain.
As Dante staggered from the force of the kick, a swift punch landed squarely on his cheek, the impact snapped his head to the side with a jolt as he struggled to regain his balance.
With a swift recovery, Dante's gaze hardened with pure determination and simmering fury as he locked eyes with his aggressors, his resolve unyielding. In a lightning-fast counterattack, he drove his forehead into one boy's nose with a forceful headbutt, while simultaneously delivering a punishing punch to another's gut, his retaliation fueled by a primal instinct for self-preservation.
Punch after punch.
Kick after kick.
Blow for blow.
Kai had eventually joined the mix and the boys were wearing themselves out. Eventually adults came and broke up the scuffle.
But before they went their separate ways, Dante had something to say. "DON'T EVER SPEAK BADLY ABOUT SARIA AGAIN! IF YOU DO, I'LL BEAT YOU UP!"
Kai and his friends scoffed, walking away from the scene.
Doctor's building
A particular building stood as a beacon of comfort and care amidst the bustling waterfront, its weathered facade bearing the marks of salty sea air and years of service. With a quaint charm, the structure boasted sturdy wooden beams and a sloping roof that seemed to echo the undulating waves of the nearby sea. A small sign, weathered by time but still proudly displaying the emblem of a caduceus, hung above the entrance, inviting those in need to seek solace within its walls. Inside, the aroma of antiseptic mingled with the salty tang of the ocean, creating a familiar sense of reassurance for all who entered seeking healing and respite.
As Dante approached the door of the doctor's building, he couldn't help but notice the comforting warmth radiating from the weathered wood, the faint scent of medicinal herbs lingering in the air like a reassuring embrace.
He made his way to the room Saria was being held in.
As Dante stepped inside, the soft creak of the door seemed to lift the spirits of a young girl lying in bed, her eyes brightening with a glimmer of hope at the sight of a new visitor.
"Hi Saria!" Dante's warm smile illuminated the room like a ray of sunshine, casting a gentle glow of affection and camaraderie as he greeted the young girl with genuine warmth.
"Dante!" Saria's face lit up with pure delight, her eyes sparkling with joy and her cheeks flushed with excitement at the unexpected visit from her dear friend.
Sick Villager Girl Whiskers Saria
Saria was a petite and energetic young girl with a contagious smile that lit up her face. Her tousled sandy-brown hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders which she had tied back with a colorful bandana adorned with playful food-themed patterns. She had warm, golden-brown eyes that sparkled with curiosity and excitement whenever she talked about going on adventures.
Upon Dante's arrival, Saria's gaze quickly fell upon the bruises and cuts adorning his visage, her expression shifted from joy to concern as she registered the evidence of his recent ordeal.
She sighed deeply, concern etching lines of worry on her brow as she inquired, "What happened to you? Did you get into another fight?"
Dante's gaze flickered away, evading her concerned stare as he muttered softly, "It's nothing..."
Saria's lips formed a delicate pout, her expression a mixture of frustration and affection as she chided softly, "Dante!"
"Kai and his stupid friends were talking bad about you! And I couldn't let that slide..." Dante's words hung heavy in the air, his thoughts echoed Isen's counsel as he grappled with the repercussions of his actions.
"I couldn't..." Dante's voice trailed off, his apologetic expression tinged with a hint of remorse as he struggled to find the right words to convey the weight of his actions.
A soft smile played across Saria's lips, her eyes reflected an understanding warmth as she regarded Dante with unwavering affection, knowing all too well that his sense of loyalty and protectiveness was ingrained deep within his character.
"I just don't want you getting hurt. In general, but definitely not for my sake."
"Alright..." Dante mumbled.
"I'm glad you came to see me," Saria's smile bloomed graciously, suffusing the room with a warmth that mirrored the gentle glow of the afternoon sun streaming through the window.
Even in the throes of sickness, she radiated a luminous beauty, her presence illuminating the room like a beacon of resilience amidst the shadows of illness.
A flush of heat tinged Dante's cheeks, his gaze skirted away from Saria's as he stammered, "I-It was nothing! I just thought I'd check up on you."
Saria giggled at the embarrassed Dante but her smile gradually waned, replaced by an expression tinged with regret, a subtle undercurrent of sadness seeped into her features like a shadow cast upon the sunlit room.
"I have a gift for you!" Saria's eyes sparkled with renewed excitement, her face aglow with anticipation as she offered Dante a glimmer of joy amidst the somber atmosphere.
"Hm? A gift for me?" Dante raised a brow.
"It's over there. In that chest." Saria pointed to a chest that was sitting atop a nearby table.
As Dante approached the chest, anticipation thrummed in his veins like a drumbeat, his curiosity piqued by the promise of Saria's gift. With gentle hands, he lifted the lid, revealing a mysterious fruit nestled within, its strange appearance captivated his gaze. The fruit's scaly exterior shimmered with hues of silver and gray, its peculiar form adorned with leaves resembled delicate wings, while the twisted shape of its stem only added to its otherworldly allure.
"Huh? I've never seen a fruit like this before," Dante exclaimed, his astonishment plain to see in the widening of his eyes and the subtle quirk of his brows, as he marveled at the peculiar sight before him.
Saria's gaze drifted downwards to the blanket she idly fidgeted with, her voice soft as she revealed, "My dad had got it for me. He said it's a very special fruit and cost him a lot of money."
"Really?" Dante continued to stare at the odd fruit.
"Mhm."
"Why give it to me then?" Dante turned to look at Saria.
Saria finally looked up at Dante.
"'Cause it's a gift, silly! And I want you to have it!" Saria's smile radiated with such sweetness and purity that Dante couldn't help but feel a warm flush creep across his cheeks, her gesture of generosity filled him with a mixture of gratitude and affection.
And perhaps it was a trick of the light, but Dante could have sworn he caught a glimmer of a tear glistening in Saria's eye.
"If you insist," Dante murmured, his hand moving to rub the back of his neck in a nervous gesture, as if seeking to dissipate the heat that had spread to his cheeks.
Dante reached into the chest with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation, his fingers closed around the strange fruit before he brought it to his lips and took a tentative bite, the taste exploded on his tongue in a burst of unexpected flavors.
Saria stared at him in silence as he continued biting and chewing, eventually finishing the fruit.
"Well... How was it?" Saria finally asked.
Dante's expression contorted in a grimace of distaste, his features scrunched up in reaction to the unpleasant taste as he exclaimed, "That was gross!"
Saria's laughter bubbled forth in a melodic cascade of joyous giggles, her mirth echoed through the room like the tinkling of wind chimes on a breezy afternoon.
"Can't believe your father wasted a load of belly on that trash!" Dante's disappointment seeped into his voice as he crossed his arms, his expression tinged with a mixture of disbelief and frustration at the unpleasant surprise of the fruit.
Saria's giggles persisted, her laughter filled the room like a gentle melody, but soon dissolved into fits of coughing that wracked her frail frame, the once joyful sound now drowned out by the harsh rasp of her escalating coughs, each one more violent than the last.
"Saria!" Dante rushed to her side.
He took her hand in his, reassuring her he was there.
"I... I'm okay..." Saria's voice wavered slightly, punctuated by a series of raspy coughs before she managed to clear her throat, her words carried a faint tremor of reassurance despite the lingering unease in the air.
"Dante... Do you remember our dream together?"
"Huh? Um yeah? To explore the world and go on many grand adventures chasing after the one piece."
It warmed Saria's heart to see he still remembered. "Yes."
"Why do you ask?"
Saria was silent for a moment. "I want you to make a promise to me, Dante."
Dante's ears caught the gravity in her tone, prompting a furrow of confusion to crease his brow as he pondered the abrupt shift in mood, his thoughts swirled with concern over what could have caused such a sudden change in atmosphere.
"You are strong. Promise me that no matter what you will use your strength to fight for what's right."
Dante was so confused. "Where is th-"
"Promise me."
"I promise."
"And promise me that if anything were to happen to me-"
"Nothing's going to happen to you! You're gonna get b-"
"Dante. Please... Promise me that if anything were to happen to me you'd still pursue our dream. For both of us."
Dante hated talking like Saria was going to die or her illness would get worse.
"I promise."
"But we don't have to worry about th-"
Suddenly, Dante's senses tingled as Saria leaned forward, her gentle lips pressed a soft kiss against his cheek, sending a warmth coursing through him like a gentle breeze on a summer's day.
"Thank you," Saria whispered softly, her expression suffused with a gentle warmth as she offered Dante a smile that spoke volumes of gratitude and appreciation, her eyes reflected the depth of her heartfelt thanks.
As a tinge of red crossed his cheeks, Dante's words faltered and his thoughts scattered like autumn leaves in the wind, his mind consumed by the tender moment and the flutter of emotions that stirred within him.
Before he could utter a word, he was interrupted by the arrival of two doctors, their jovial greeting filling the room with an air of cheerful professionalism as they inquired, "Heyyy! How we doing?"
The two doctors beamed with warmth and reassurance as they directed their smiles towards Saria, whose own expression softened into a reciprocal smile, her words echoing with a quiet resolve as she assured them, "I'm okay."
One of the doctors turned to Dante. "Hey buddy I'm gonna have to ask you to step out while we do a checkup on Saria, okay? You'll be able to come back later."
"Oh. Right. Okay." Dante gave one last look to Saria and waved goodbye before turning to walk out the room.
Before he could exit the room, Saria spoke up. "And Dante..."
"Hm?" Dante turned to look at Saria.
"Don't forget me."
As a sparkle slowly descended down Saria's cheek, slipping past her pleasant smile, Dante couldn't shake the feeling that he had witnessed a tear glistening in her eye, though the moment was fleeting. Before he could dwell on it further, one of the doctors inadvertently blocked his path, disrupting his thoughts, and with a sense of unease lingering in his mind, Dante ultimately brushed it off as some sort of joke and made his exit from the building.
Some time later Isen stood in front of door.
The door belonged to a nice little house.
Isen raised a fist to the door and gave it a few knocks.
The door cracked open.
"What do you want?" At the door was Dante with an almost annoyed frown on his face.
Isen's countenance bore a weighty mixture of sorrow and seriousness as he addressed Dante, his eyes reflecting a depth of emotion as he uttered, "I have something important I need to tell you."
Dante narrowed his eyes at Isen, his gaze sharpened as he attempted to discern the gravity of the situation, before questioning, "Is this another lecture 'cause I got into another fight?"
"No."
"Are you sure cause I tried to-"
"Dante..."
"Saria has passed away."
The shock that surged through Dante transcended mere words, enveloping him in a suffocating wave that rendered everything else around him inconsequential. In that moment, the world seemed to fade into obscurity, leaving him paralyzed and breathless, unable to articulate a single thought or motion as the weight of what he just heard bore down upon him with crushing force.
"I'm so sorry," Isen murmured, his voice heavy with remorse as he bowed his head in a gesture of contrition, the weight of his words hung heavily in the air like a shroud of sorrow.
"N-... Yo-..." Dante faltered, his voice catching in his throat as he struggled to form coherent words, his emotions rendered him speechless in the face of the overwhelming revelation.
"I know this is hitting you ha-"
"YOU'RE LYING!" Dante's accusation reverberated through the air with raw intensity as he surged past Isen, propelled by a surge of disbelief and desperation, his heart pounded with each hurried step as he raced towards the doctor's building, his mind consumed by a tumultuous whirlwind of denial and fear.
Once he arrived, Dante burst inside the building with a sense of urgency, his footsteps echoed through the corridor until he came to an abrupt halt in front of Saria's room, his heart hammered in his chest as he braced himself for what he might find inside.
The sight that greeted him sent shivers coursing through his entire body, a knot of dread coiled in the pit of his stomach. Doctors crowded Saria's room, their solemn expressions and hushed tones barred anyone from entering, casting a pall of unease over the already tense atmosphere. Overwhelmed by the gravity of the situation, Dante sank to his knees, the weight of it all pressing down upon him like a suffocating blanket. Tears welled in his eyes, unchecked emotion spilled forth as rivulets streamed down his cheeks, each droplet a testament to the anguish and fear that gripped his heart.
"No..." Dante's voice quivered with disbelief, his hand instinctively reached to grip his chest as if to anchor himself amidst the storm of emotions raging within him, a sinking feeling of dread settled like a leaden weight in the depths of his being.
It hurt with an intensity that seemed to sear through every fiber of his being, a fiery ache that gnawed at his insides with relentless ferocity. The pain was consuming, engulfing him in a blaze of agony that left him feeling scorched and raw. In that moment, his heart felt as if it had been torn asunder, shattered into a million irreparable fragments, the surrealness of the situation amplifying the anguish that gripped him with merciless clarity.
"SARIA!" Dante's anguished cry pierced the air, reverberating with the weight of his sorrow as he crumpled to the floor, tears streaming down his face in a torrent of grief that seemed to consume him whole.
Isen eventually caught up to him, his arms enveloping Dante in a comforting embrace as he whispered, "I gotcha," offering solace in the midst of Dante's overwhelming despair.
Dante would come to understand why Saria did what she did the last time she saw him.
There were so many emotions that Dante felt, so many things he wanted to say, and just as many things he wanted to do.
But there was only one thing he knew he had to do no matter what...
Keep his promises to Saria.
**FLASHBACK END**
Ten years later...
The coast of the village stretched languidly, with gentle curves and crescents of golden sand interspersed with rocky outcrops that jutted defiantly into the cerulean embrace of the sea. Seabirds swooped and wheeled overhead, their cries mingled with the rhythmic lapping of the waves against weathered cliffs, while fishing boats bobbed gently in the harbor, their colorful hulls reflected in the shimmering waters. Along the shoreline, quaint cottages and rustic cafes nestled against the backdrop of swaying palm trees, their cheerful facades lent an air of tranquility to the idyllic coastal scene.
On that very coast stood Isen. "Are you really gonna do this?"
The plaintive cries of seagulls echoed through the air, their wings sliced through the crisp sea breeze as they soared gracefully overhead, adding a touch of wild beauty to the serene coastal ambiance.
"Is that really a question?" A young man said.
He adorned himself in an open teal short-sleeve shirt, its fabric billowed gently in the sea breeze, offering tantalizing glimpses of his toned abs and sinewy physique beneath. Paired with beige shorts cinched at the waist with a belt, its strap hung loosely, he moved with an easy grace, each step accentuated by the black sandals adorning his feet. A single bracelet adorned his left wrist, a simple yet significant accessory bearing the engraved letter "S," while the pièce de résistance mostly covered his right arm—an intricate tattoo resembling a dragon, its intricate details weaved a mesmerizing tapestry that captured the eye and hinted at stories untold.
The young man was none other than an older Dante.
"Guess there's no chance of stopping you but I will say this. The seas are a dangerous place. There are many places, many things that you don't know about. Just be careful out there. Take care of yourself."
"I appreciate the advice, Isen," Dante expressed with a nod, his smile reflected a blend of determination and confidence, a spark of resolve glinted in his eyes as he prepared to face whatever lay ahead.
"HEY!"
Both Dante and Isen turned to see where the voice was coming from.
There stood an older Kai and his posse of losers.
"JUST WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?! YOU THINK YOU CAN ESCAPE THAT EASILY!"
"YEAH!" Kai's friends backed him up.
Kai smirked. "Ha. Still a dumbass after all these years."
"What do you want, Kai?" Dante continued packing his little boat, preparing to leave.
"You still owe me. I'm not letting you squirm away like the worm you are," Kai's voice rang out with a menacing edge, his words dripped with venomous determination as he charged towards Dante, his friends trailing behind him like shadows eager for retribution.
With a thunderous charge, Kai hurled a punch towards Dante, his movements fueled by rage and determination. Yet Dante effortlessly sidestepped the blow, a confident smile graced his features as he deftly evaded Kai's attack.
"I'm about to go venture the seas. If I can't win against trash like you, I should give up now." Dante took a fighting stance.
"Boys, why are you fight-"
"Shut it, Isen! This moron needs to be taught a lesson! Let's get him boys." Kai lead his men into battle.
Dante grinned. "Come get some!"
As they charged towards him, Dante moved with a fluid grace, swiftly dispatching each of them with calculated precision, leaving them sprawled on the ground in a heap of defeat. With a look of effortless confidence, he stood tall amidst the fallen, a silent testament to his skill and resilience.
"Heh. Next time give me a challenge." Dante brushed the shoulder of his shirt.
Isen was actually surprised to see Dante handle multiple combatants like that.
Having meticulously packed his belongings, Dante strolled along the picturesque coastline, his gaze drawn to a striking stone protruding from the earth with intricate landscaping adorning its surroundings. The stone bore the inscription "Whiskers Saria," a poignant reminder of a cherished companion now departed, its presence evoked a bittersweet blend of nostalgia and sorrow. Pausing before the memorial, Dante lingered for a moment, his thoughts drifting to memories of shared adventures and heartfelt conversations.
In a moment of quiet reverence, Dante gazed upon the stone with a mixture of fond remembrance and solemnity, his lips formed a tender smile as he delicately kissed two fingers before pressing them gently against the cool surface, a silent gesture of respect and love for the cherished friend memorialized there.
"I know you're gonna be with me every step of the way..."
The wind tenderly caressed the vibrant flowers adorning the grave, its gentle touch imbuing the scene with a sense of serenity and reverence.
"But I'm gonna be away from home for a bit. I'll be sure to come back and visit."
The wind stirred softly, its gentle breath carrying a soothing melody that whispered through Dante's ears, a tranquil symphony amidst the backdrop of nature's embrace.
"So... Here we go." Dante walked away from the grave, maintaining contact with his two fingers until it was out of reach.
As he departed, a sudden gust of wind swept past the grave, rustling the petals of the flowers and causing Dante's clothes to billow and dance in its playful embrace.
Dante made his way to his boat and stepped on. "Well, see you guys. Hope you don't miss me too much."
Kai and his friends had finally got up. "Good riddance. Like anybody would ever miss you!"
Isen gave Dante a smile. "Don't forget your home. And make me proud you troublesome rascal!"
With a deep breath, Dante looked over his home one last time. "See ya!"
With a determined push, Dante propelled his boat away from the tranquil shores of the coast, setting sail into the vast expanse of the unknown, his gaze fixed ahead with a blend of anticipation and resolve.
All that was left on the coast was Isen, Kai, and Kai's friends.
"You know you could've just told him you'd miss him instead of fighting him?" Isen chuckled at Kai.
Kai immediately frowned. "WHAT?! I'M NOT GONNA MISS THAT ASSHOLE! HE DESERVED A BEATING!"
Isen turned and began walking away. "Come on, I'll treat you to some food if you make me a deal."
Kai looked out in the distance where Dante left for a moment longer.
He scoffed before turning and following Isen. "What's the deal?"
Dante has finally set sail.
The grand adventure has begun.
Dante's legacy starts here!
Hi there and thanks for checking out this fic! As you may have been able to figure out, this will be a SYOC One Piece fic. I will be allowing submissions for all types of characters from crewmates, marines, rival pirates, and other various antagonists and allies. The story, adventure, and characters are going to almost all be original aside from Gol D. Roger and what he did. That will remain canon. But instead of Luffy's crew and their adventures, this will be centered around Dante's crew and their adventures. I did make a one piece syoc fic before that was doing ok but things came up in life and I wasn't able to continue that fic. I have big aspirations for this fic and I feel like it's gonna be better than Dream Journey! So if you're interested, don't be afraid to submit a character! There will be a template and it will be in my bio.
ROLES TAKEN (for main crew) *If all roles are taken feel free to submit marines, arc villains, or any other roles.:
Captain - Rouge D. Dante
First Mate - Yes
Navigator - Yes
Sniper - Yes
Cook -
Doctor - Yes
Archaeologist -
Shipwright -
Musician -
Helmsman - Yes
4/4 DEVIL FRUIT USERS ON MAIN CREW