The Gathering Storm 0.3
Kamina's POV
I sat up groaning as consciousness seeped back into my awareness, the world around me slowly coming into focus. The first thing I noticed was the warm, humid air that clung to my skin, heavy with the scent of salt and something sweetly rotting. I blinked, trying to shake off the remnants of the darkness that had enveloped me moments before.
The ground beneath me was a tangle of vibrant green underbrush, and as I pushed myself up, I felt the soft, spongy texture of moss cushion my fall. I was in some kind of jungle, the tall trees arching above me like the curved ribs of a long-forgotten beast. Their leaves glimmered with reflections of the sun, casting dappled patterns on the ground. Spirals! I thought with a flash of excitement. Everything here was twisted and spiraled, almost like nature itself was trying to express something profound and chaotic.
"Alright, Kamina," I muttered to myself, my voice a gravelly croak. "You're alive. Now, what's the next step?" I stood up, shaking off the remnants of my disorientation. It took a moment for me to realize I was no longer wearing my usual outfit. Instead, I was clad in a loose-fitting shirt and pants that felt like they belonged to someone else. The fabric was soft and comfortable, but far from my usual flair. I glanced down and frowned. "This isn't what a manly leader wears!"
I ran a hand through my messy hair, the vibrant blue sky visible through the leafy canopy above. "Okay, first things first. Time to figure out where the hell I am."
As I ventured deeper into the jungle, I marveled at the oddities around me. The trees twisted upward, their trunks spiraling like corkscrews, while flowers bloomed in colors I'd never seen before—neon pinks, electric blues, and yellows so bright they almost glowed. A chill of excitement coursed through me. This was an adventure waiting to happen!
But then I remembered the truth I'd been forced to confront: I was dead. At least, I had been. Now I was here, in a strange world. With a sigh, I rubbed the back of my neck. "What would Simon say?" I mused aloud, missing my blood brother's quiet resolve. "Probably that I shouldn't worry about it. Just move forward."
Pushing aside my thoughts, I moved onward, the crunch of twigs and leaves underfoot providing a satisfying rhythm. I needed to find food, shelter—something. I had a new life to live, and I wasn't about to waste it sulking.
After wandering for what felt like hours, I stumbled into a clearing. The sun streamed down, illuminating a small oasis of shimmering blue water surrounded by thick foliage. In the distance, I heard the faint, melodic calls of strange birds, their colors more vivid than anything I had encountered before. But it was the noise of laughter that caught my attention.
Just as I was about to approach the source, a loud rustling from the bushes startled me. I turned sharply, fists clenched, adrenaline pumping through my veins. Out of the underbrush stumbled an old man, his long beard wild and tangled, and a ragged pirate's hat perched atop his head, comically oversized for his small frame.
"Ahoy there, matey!" he croaked, waving a gnarled hand. "You've got the look of a man who's seen some storms! Welcome to Spiral Break Island!" His voice was laced with friendliness, yet his eyes held a hint of madness, as if he were constantly looking past me, always on edge.
"Spiral Break Island?" I echoed, the name unfamiliar yet intriguing. "What's that?" Sure, the word "island" was familiar; Ron had always said there were places out there in the water way past where the wasteland extended to. So that's the name of the place that Truth sent me to…
"Death, boy. Yours, mine, everyone who ever had the misfortune of landing here," the old man replied, his grip surprisingly strong as he grabbed my sleeve and began leading me through the clearing. We approached a makeshift camp, where ragged tents and wooden structures looked like they'd blow apart with any sufficient wind. The people surrounding their fires mostly looked the same way—weathered, worn down by the years.
"Long John, at your service!" he said, his smile broad yet unsettling. "And these young lads are my crew, the Grand Voyage Pirates." He gestured to the elderly men, each with scraggly beards and sunken cheeks, their clothes little more than rags held together by sheer will.
As I surveyed the crew, I felt a chill. These men looked like they'd been here for years, living in a purgatory of sun-soaked despair. Their eyes—those were the worst. There wasn't a glimpse of anything in them. Not anger, not hope, no dreams. They were the living dead.
"What happened to you guys?" I asked, my voice low, sensing the weight of their stories.
Long John sighed, his expression turning somber. "Ah, lad, we were once adventurers, chasing the thrill of the sea and the promise of treasure. We set out during the Golden Age of Pirates, right after Gol D. Roger made his announcement. We heard tales of the One Piece—oh, the dreams we had!"
"The One Piece?" I echoed, intrigued. "What's that?"
"A treasure, the greatest treasure in the world!" John's eyes lit up for a brief moment, then dulled again. "They say whoever finds it will become the King of the Pirates. But the journey… it changes you. The seas are unforgiving, and we met our fate against a storm that no man could conquer. We washed ashore here, stranded and forgotten. We've waited for rescue, but…"
"But no one ever comes," I finished for him, the gravity of his words sinking in. "You guys are stuck here?"
"Aye," he replied, his voice dripping with bitterness. "We've watched the world pass by while we wither away. The dreams of the sea have turned into nightmares of regret. We were fools to believe we could conquer the waves."
The other pirates nodded, their expressions heavy with unspoken sorrow. My heart ached for these men, their spirits crushed by the weight of time. But there was a fire inside me, a spark of determination that wouldn't let me back down.
"I won't be like you!" I declared, my voice rising. "I'll find my way back! I'll conquer this place, whatever it takes!"
Long John chuckled, but it was devoid of mirth. "Ah, youth. It's a double-edged sword. Just remember, lad, even the strongest storms can drown the bravest of hearts."
"Then I'll learn to swim!" I shot back, my spirit unyielding. "If I can make it through the wasteland, I can make it through this jungle!"
"Spirits like yours are rare," John admitted, a hint of admiration creeping into his voice. "If only you could breathe life back into this crew. We've lost too much hope."
Determination surged within me as I surveyed the camp. "I'll help you guys! We can find a way to make this place livable. You've been stuck here for too long. There must be something we can do!"
Long John's eyes brightened slightly, as if he hadn't considered the possibility that someone might fight for them. "Well, we've got skills, but the jungle can be unforgiving. Strange beasts roam, and the currents are as fierce as any pirate we've ever faced. You'll need to be ready for anything."
"Bring it on!" I said, my fists clenched. "I've faced worse than a few monsters. And who knows? Maybe we can find a way to escape this island and go after the One Piece ourselves!"
"Now that's the spirit!" Long John exclaimed, a glimmer of hope rekindled in his eyes. "If anyone can stir the embers of our dreams, it's you, lad. We'll rally together. There's strength in numbers, after all."
As we began to strategize and plan, I felt the weight of purpose settle over me. This wasn't just a chance to prove myself; it was an opportunity to reignite the dreams of a crew that had long since given up hope. I would fight for their freedom, and in doing so, I would find my own.
The jungle surrounded us, alive with possibilities. Spirals of fate twisted and turned, and I was ready to carve my own path through this chaotic world. With the Grand Voyage Pirates by my side, we would face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Ranma's POV (AN: The story will be switching between 3rd and 1st Person at times, I hope none of you get too disoriented. If you do, please leave a review letting me know which you prefer.)
Ranma knelt beside a pile of damp leaves and branches, her brow furrowed in concentration. The strange jungle around her buzzed with life—colorful, spiral-shaped plants twisted upwards like vibrant sculptures, their leaves shimmering in the filtered sunlight. She could hear the distant sounds of bizarre creatures echoing through the trees, a cacophony of calls that reminded her of some of the more surreal moments she'd had in his own world.
"Okay, Ranma, focus," she muttered to herself, trying to push away thoughts of her predicament. It was weird being stuck on an unfamiliar island with a girl she hardly knew. She glanced sideways at Ami, who was peering intently at a large, multi-eyed fish that flopped helplessly in the shallow waters nearby. She wore an expression of fascination, as if she were in the middle of solving a complex puzzle.
"Look at this!" Ami called, pointing. "It has an odd number of eyes. This could be an adaptation to the environment!"
"Yeah, or it could just be weird," Ranma replied, rolling her eyes but unable to suppress a small smile. Ami's enthusiasm was infectious, even if it was for a fish that looked like it had come straight out of a bizarre fever dream.
After collecting enough branches and twigs, she arranged them into a makeshift fire pit. As she worked, Ranma felt the familiar twinge of anxiety about her curse. It was one thing to be a girl for a few minutes or even hours, but potentially longer… well, that was a different story. He needed to transform back. The thought of being stuck like this—forever—made him shudder.
Once the fire pit was ready, she glanced around for something to use as kindling. She spotted some dry leaves and quickly gathered them. "Hey, Ami, can you help me find some bigger branches? We need to get this fire going!"
"Of course!" she replied, standing up straight and brushing her hands on her uniform. "I'll see what I can find."
As she wandered off, Ranma took a moment to breathe deeply, letting the warm, humid air fill her lungs. She still felt a pang of discomfort about being a girl in front of her, but she had to push those thoughts aside. They were in survival mode, and right now, that meant he needed to focus.
When Ami returned, her arms laden with sticks, Ranma quickly arranged them in the fire pit. She glanced at her, noticing the way her eyes sparkled with excitement. "So, what's your deal?" she asked casually, trying to distract herself. "You seem pretty knowledgeable about this stuff."
Ami tilted her head, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "I'm Sailor Mercury," she said proudly, her voice steady. "I'm a guardian of love and justice. My abilities revolve around intelligence and strategy, but… well, my powers didn't help much against those whirlpools. They were too chaotic."
Ranma felt a flicker of respect for her as she spoke. "That sounds pretty cool," she admitted, though a small part of her still felt uneasy. "You were fighting them, huh? I thought you were going to drown back there."
"I didn't expect the current to be so strong," she admitted, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. "I usually can handle things, but that was different."
"Yeah, well, you saved yourself by not giving up," Ranma said, feeling a surge of confidence. "That counts for something."
She focused on the fire, stacking the twigs carefully before igniting a spark. With a few well-placed breaths and some persistence, the dry leaves caught fire, crackling to life. Ranma couldn't help but grin at the small victory. "Yes! Fire!"
Ami clapped her hands in delight, her expression brightening. "Great job! Now we can boil water!"
"Yeah, I should probably warn you now. I've uhh… got a curse. This body you're seeing right now isn't my normal form," she replied, fighting back the growing unease about the situation. "You know, I can't stay like this forever."
She looked at him curiously. "You're not…so you've cursed to look like that? You look pretty normal to me, aren't you comfortable in that form?"
Ranma hesitated, searching for the right words. She didn't want to sound like a whiner, but the truth was that being a girl was… well, complicated. "It's just not me," she said finally, shrugging it off. "It's a long story."
Ami nodded, her expression softening. "I get it. Everyone has things they struggle with."
As they waited for the water to boil, they sat side by side, the fire crackling between them. The tension of their earlier encounter faded slightly as they began to exchange stories. Ranma opened up about her life in Nerima, the martial arts, and the various challenges she faced. It felt good to share, even if she was still annoyed with the girl he had to be for now.
"Seriously? Martial Arts Ice Skating? I would have been a natural!" Ami laughed, doubling over as Ranma told her about some of the weirdest situations she'd gotten into and passing the time.
Ami listened intently, occasionally chiming in with her own stories about her battles as Sailor Mercury and the friends she fought alongside. She spoke of the importance of strategy, how her intelligence often gave her an edge in combat. Ranma found herself respecting her even more, admiring her determination.
Eventually, the water began to boil. Ranma's heart raced with anticipation. "Finally! Time to change back!" She quickly gathered a container, scooping the hot water and preparing to pour it over herself.
"Wait!" Ami exclaimed, her voice laced with concern. They'd noticed that magic worked weirdly here, it still worked but there were some effects that seemed to change due to the strange aura which surrounded the island. "Be careful! What if it doesn't work?"
Ranma paused, realizing she hadn't really considered that. "It has to work," she said, her voice firmer than she felt. sHe tilted the container, pouring the scalding water over himself. In an instant, he felt the familiar sensation wash over him, a rush of warmth that sent shivers down his spine.
He blinked, his body shifting as he transformed back into his male form. The relief was instantaneous, a weight lifting off his shoulders. He ran a hand through his now-darker hair and exhaled deeply. "Ahh, that's better!" His fit and athletic form honed from seventeen years of hard training feeling once again just as right as it should be.
Ami stared, her eyes wide with surprise. "You… you were a boy this whole time?"
"Yep!" Ranma said, grinning. "I told you it's a long story."
As they settled back down, the tension shifted between them. Ranma felt more comfortable, but he couldn't shake the feeling that they had only begun to scratch the surface of what this island held.
"Hey, look at that!" Ami pointed, drawing his attention. A massive, spiral-shaped plant loomed over them, its vibrant flowers shimmering in the sunlight. "Do you think it has any special properties?"
"Let's find out!" Ranma replied, his spirit reignited by the thrill of discovery. Together, they stood and approached the plant, the promise of adventure hanging in the air like the sweet scent of the strange blossoms around them.
But as they examined the plant, they heard a rustling noise nearby—a sound that sent a chill through Ranma's spine. Instinctively, he turned, eyes scanning the underbrush, adrenaline flooding his veins as he prepared for whatever strange creature might emerge from the shadows.
The rustling grew louder, snapping Ranma out of his thoughts. He turned to Ami, who had tensed beside him, her eyes wide with apprehension. The air around them felt charged, thick with an anticipation that sent a shiver down his spine.
"Did you hear that?" he asked, lowering his voice.
Ami nodded, her expression serious. "It sounds big."
Before they could decide on their next move, a massive creature burst through the underbrush—a towering beast with a spiraled, elongated body covered in bright, feather-like scales. It had several bulging eyes that seemed to shift independently, each one locking onto them with an unsettling curiosity. Its mouth, filled with sharp teeth, opened wide as it let out a bone-chilling roar that echoed through the clearing.
"Run!" Ranma shouted, instinct taking over. He grabbed Ami's hand, pulling her along as they dashed away from the monstrous creature. They sprinted through the thick underbrush, branches clawing at their clothes and skin as they navigated the chaotic landscape.
"What is that thing?" Ami gasped, barely keeping pace with him.
"Your guess is as good as mine!" Ranma replied, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He glanced back, seeing the creature gaining on them, its massive body crashing through the foliage with surprising speed. "We need to find somewhere to hide!"
They stumbled into a dense thicket of trees, the spiraled trunks forming a natural barrier. Ranma pressed himself against the rough bark, peering around to see if they could lose the creature. Ami crouched beside him, her breathing heavy and frantic.
"Think we can take it?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Ranma hesitated, his heart racing. Ami's powers seemed to revolve around water and ice, a bad comb for him, but it wasn't anything he couldn't get used to. The thought of fighting while in female form was still uncomfortable, but he could already feel his instincts kicking in. "I won't let it eat us," he replied, forcing a confident grin. "I'll do my best, but we need a plan."
"Maybe I can distract it?" Ami suggested, her brow furrowing in thought. "If I can use my magic…"
"Perfect! You've already struggled against the current so a freaky monster should nothin'," Ranma interrupted, cockiness etched on his face. "I can handle this guy. Just cover me and keep your distance."
The creature paused, its enormous head swiveling as it sniffed the air, eyes searching for their scent. Ranma's heart pounded in his chest as he prepared himself. He felt a strange mixture of fear and exhilaration. This was what he trained for, wasn't it? He had to protect them both.
"Here goes nothing," he muttered, stepping out from the thicket.
The beast's attention snapped to him, and it lunged forward with a guttural growl, its razor-sharp teeth bared. Ranma dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding its massive jaws. He could feel the rush of wind as the creature barreled past him, its bulk crashing into the trees with a resounding thud.
"Now!" Ami called, her voice strong despite the fear. "It's distracted!"
Ranma didn't need to be told twice. He took a deep breath and charged at the beast, focusing all his energy into a powerful martial arts move. He launched himself at its flank, delivering a series of rapid punches and kicks, his training with the Amaguriken coming in handy, each blow striking true against its tough hide.
The creature roared in anger, thrashing wildly. It twisted to swipe at him with its massive tail, but Ranma was quick, dodging and rolling out of the way. He could feel the adrenaline fueling his movements, sharpening his senses. This wasn't just a fight; it was a test of his abilities, of his resolve.
"Keep it busy!" Ami shouted, and Ranma caught a glimpse of her searching for something among the strange plants nearby.
"Right!" he yelled back, focusing on the creature. It lunged again, and this time, he was ready. He dodged low, using its momentum against it, before delivering a powerful kick to its side. The impact resonated through his leg, and the beast staggered back, eyes narrowed in anger.
But it wasn't done yet. It shook its head, regaining its focus as it turned back toward him, more determined than before. With a ferocious roar, it charged again, but this time, Ranma was prepared. He leaped to the side, using the trees as cover, and maneuvered behind the creature.
As he moved, he could hear Ami muttering something under her breath. A moment later, he felt a rush of cool air as a sudden blast of water surged toward the creature, soaking its back and splashing Ranma as collateral. It howled in surprise, turning its attention away from Ranma for just a moment.
"Now, Ranma!" Ami urged, her voice full of hope.
Seizing the opportunity, Ranma surged forward. She poured all her energy into one final move—a powerful aura forming around her as she poured confidence and power of will into her hands and sent it out, "Mōko Takabisha!". She could feel the wind rushing past her as she executed the technique, the world narrowing down to that single moment.
Her blast connected with a satisfying explosion, and the creature let out a pained roar, staggering sideways before collapsing to the ground with a heavy thud. Silence fell over the clearing as the beast lay still, its many eyes flickering as if in defeat.
Panting, Ranma stepped back, feeling a rush of triumph. "We did it!" she exclaimed, turning to Ami. "Did you see that?"
Ami's eyes sparkled with amazement. "That was incredible! You fought it all by yourself!"
"Yeah, but you helped with the distraction," she said, her heart still racing from the adrenaline. "I couldn't have done it without you."
As they both caught their breath, Ranma looked down at the defeated creature. "We should probably move. Something like this could attract other predators."
"Good idea," Ami agreed, glancing around the jungle. "We need to keep exploring and find shelter."
With a renewed sense of determination, they continued deeper into the jungle, the remnants of their fight lingering in the air. As they walked, they noticed more of the oddities that surrounded them—spiral-shaped vines hanging from the trees, bright, glowing mushrooms sprouting from the ground, and the odd calls of strange creatures echoing through the foliage.
"Look at that!" Ami pointed ahead, and Ranma followed her gaze to see a series of ancient stone ruins peeking through the underbrush. The structures were adorned with spiraled carvings, each one more intricate than the last.
"Let's check it out," Ranma said, her curiosity piqued. As they approached, she felt a sense of significance in the air, as if the very ground beneath their feet held the weight of history.
Ami moved closer to the ruins, brushing her fingers along the carvings. "These symbols… they look ancient. I wonder if they're connected to this island's history."
Ranma watched her with admiration, the way her intelligence shone through in moments like these. "Can you read them?"
She nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I think so. If I can just get a closer look…"
As they delved deeper into the ruins, the mysteries of Spiral Break Island began to unfold around them, an adventure that promised to reveal the island's secrets—and perhaps even a way home.
Yusuke's POV
The world exploded into chaotic colors as Yusuke Urameshi hurtled through the dimensional rift, the force of it nearly knocking the wind out of him. One moment, he was chasing the powerful demon that had ripped through the fabric of reality, and the next, he was plummeting through a swirling vortex of light and darkness. The sensation was disorienting, as if he were caught in a storm of energy that twisted his very essence.
Then, with a violent jolt, he landed hard on the ground, rolling to a stop on a bed of vibrant, spiraled grass. He blinked, momentarily stunned, before pushing himself up. The air was thick and humid, filled with a cacophony of sounds—chirps, growls, and the rustling of leaves. The scent of salt and decay hung heavily in the air.
"Great. Just what I needed," he muttered, brushing off the dirt from his clothes, a yellow and torn gi with dark blue pants and silk slip on shoes. "A tropical friggin' paradise."
But this wasn't any ordinary paradise, and unlike the last time he was on an island, this time it was the plants that were freaky. He looked around, taking in the bizarre landscape before him. Trees twisted in unnatural spirals, their trunks resembling corkscrews. Flowers bloomed in hues that defied logic—bright pinks, fluorescent yellows, and blues that seemed to vibrate. It was like stepping into a surreal painting, where reality bent and twisted in ways he didn't understand.
"Makuro!" he shouted, feeling the adrenaline surge within him. The hunt was on, and he had no intention of letting the creature slip through his fingers. He remembered Raizen's words: prove yourself, and you shall earn your place. Shit, his place? He didn't even know where this place was!
As he moved deeper into the jungle, Yusuke's senses sharpened. He could feel the remnants of the demon's energy lingering in the air—a dark, malevolent energy that sent a shiver down his spine. "You can't hide forever," he growled, clenching his fists.
Suddenly, a monstrous figure burst through the dense foliage—a massive, sinewy demon with glowing red eyes and claws that gleamed like steel. A-Class, stronger even than Toguro was way back in the Dark Tournament. It snarled, its jagged teeth bared, and Yusuke felt the ground tremble beneath him as the beast readied itself to attack.
"Finally quit hiding your head in the sand?!" Yusuke shouted, adrenaline pumping. "Let's do this!"
The demon lunged, and Yusuke sidestepped just in time, feeling the rush of wind as its claws swept past him. He countered with a swift punch, connecting with the creature's snout. The force of the blow reverberated through his arm, but the demon shook it off, its eyes narrowing in rage.
"Guess we're going for round two!" Yusuke taunted, feeling invigorated. He dashed forward, unleashing a flurry of punches, each strike fueled by the determination to prove himself. The demon retaliated with wild swings, the jungle around them quaking with the intensity of their battle.
As they exchanged blows, Yusuke's mind raced. This demon had to be the one that caused the rift; its energy was too chaotic, too powerful to belong to anything else. He could feel the island itself responding to their conflict, the ground trembling beneath their feet as the air crackled with energy.
"Come on! Is that all you've got, my grandma's hit me harder!" he shouted, dodging another attack. He could sense the demon's frustration growing as Yusuke danced around its strikes, relishing the challenge.
With a sudden burst of fury, the demon unleashed a roar that echoed through the jungle, shaking the very trees. The ground beneath Yusuke erupted as it slammed its claws into the earth, sending shockwaves rippling outward. Yusuke barely managed to regain his footing, grit teeth against the sheer force of the blast.
"Alright, no more playing around!" he yelled, channeling his spirit energy into his pointer finger. "Spirit Gun!" A concentrated blast of energy shot forth, striking the demon square in the chest. The impact sent it staggering back, its eyes wide with shock.
Thedemon was hurt, but he wasn't finished. With a furious howl, it charged, using the momentum to launch itself at Yusuke. He braced himself, ready to counter, but the impact sent him flying back into a nearby tree, splintering the trunk with the force of his collision.
"Damn it!" he grunted, shaking off the disorientation. He could feel the island trembling more violently now, the very ground quaking as if it were responding to their battle. This was more than just a fight; it felt like they were tearing the fabric of this place apart.
"C'mon! Show me what you've got!" he shouted, regaining his footing. The demon growled, its fur bristling with rage, and Yusuke felt a rush of excitement coursing through him. This was what he lived for—the thrill of the fight, the adrenaline, the chance to prove himself. It'd only gotten stronger now that he was a demon.
With renewed determination, Yusuke launched himself at Makuro, dodging its wild strikes and landing precise punches that struck true. The creature howled in anger, its body trembling as it prepared for one final assault.
Then, with a deafening roar, the demon charged forward, and Yusuke felt the energy around them spike. He braced himself, channeling all his energy into a single, powerful blow. "Spirit Gun!" he shouted, unleashing a beam of energy that connected with the demon just as it lunged at him.
The collision of their powers sent shockwaves rippling through the island, the ground quaking violently as the landscape around them shifted. Rocks shattered, trees uprooted, and a loud rumble echoed through the air.
In that moment, the small mountain in the distance erupted, sending debris flying as a massive spiral cave system was revealed beneath the surface. The chaotic energy surged outward, causing tremors that would surely be felt by anyone nearby.
As Yusuke stood amidst the chaos, panting heavily, he felt a strange mixture of exhilaration and fear. "I did it… but damn what a mess." The ground beneath him continued to shake, the aftermath of their battle revealing hidden secrets of the island. He wobbled a bit before getting his footing.
He glanced around, suddenly aware of the other energies in the area—faint but unmistakable. "This isn't over," he muttered, preparing himself for whatever would come next. The battle had drawn attention, and he could feel the weight of destinies intertwining as the island shifted beneath him.
With determination igniting his spirit, Yusuke took a step forward, ready to confront whatever challenges awaited him in this strange new world. The demon may have been defeated, but the chaos it unleashed was just beginning. And he had no intention of being swept away by it.
Truth POV (Additionally it's Ami's translation of the Poneglyphs)
"A Demon shall rise, a Stallion shall stand,
Guided by a spiraling will to forge a new path."
Yusuke's eyes darted around as he turned in the direction of the strongest concentration of reishi around, what felt like a pair of girls. He dashed that way, hoping he could get some answers.
"From the ashes of old, a new legacy will bloom,
As the tides of destiny shift, sealing the doom."
Kamina helped old Long John up the small hill, to get a better look at the destruction wrought by whatever the hell shook the island like that. The absence of trees only made the large drill shaped mountain stand out even further from where they stood, a glaring and perfectly spherical hole now gracing the side facing inward.
"Lad, are you seeing what I'm seeing?" The old pirate captain croaked out, almost in shock.
"That big ass hole? I'd have to be as geriatric as you not to." He felt a smack to the back of his head before the old man took hold of it and pointed him in the direction he wanted Kamina to look at.
"No, boy. Look. Lanterns!" And sure enough, just far enough that it could be a trick of the light, and just close enough to be seen, was lantern light. Lights coming from the now exposed cave the lay within the mountain's side.
"In the heart of chaos, their strengths intertwined,
Each shall seek greatness, their fates redefined.
With courage unyielding and bonds forged anew,
They will challenge the heavens and the depths, too."
Ami read the stone pillar's face with a strange expression, one that Ranma couldn't help pointing out. They'd already stopped earlier to take cover that strange demonic energy started wreaking havoc on the place, but now she was stopping again. "What? What's goin' on?"
"Together they venture, through trials untold,
To uncover the secrets that time has controlled.
A Demon, a Stallion, and the spiraling will,
Shall rise as the tide, for the world to fulfill."
Truth smiled. "Good, now things can finally get started."
AN: Welcome all of you who've read this far into the story, I hope you liked the prologue. This is my first time writing a long form fanfic, so I know it won't be the best but I hope to improve every chapter and keep you guys wanting to read.
Kamina, Ranma, Yusuke, and Ami will be taking the place of the original members of the Straw Hats in East Blue. In this timeline, Luffy has drowned due to the waves of magic and chaos that brought all of our POV character into this world, and Kamina has taken up the mantle (along with his Devil Fruit, not that he know what that is yet.)
The Demon Trio will be our Main POVs but not the only ones, and their crew will be made of an assortment of other Anime X-Over characters that were either brought here as well, or whose backstories have been altered to make sense within the lore of One Piece.
Stay tuned for more, next time on The Waves Bring Chaos - Spiral Break Island 1.0