Darkodama

Seagulls screeched overhead, waves crashed against the wood of the ship and merchants called for people to buy their produce. Quincy’s fingers pointed from one pretty necklace to the next, her giggles accompanied by those of Gig, whose fingers grabbed other jewellery of the preoccupied merchant within a blink of an eye. You hummed softly, watching some of the produce with interest while munching an apple, the merchant in front of you rambling something about the vegetables and their freshness as they were just brought over last night. You had to give it to him, he knew how to wind people around their fingers, but as you were responsible for the many people on Kid’s ship, you had to have a keen eye for either bargains or quality of food. Right now, it was mediocre at best and you let him know with a raised brow at his claims. “And how long were they in storage before?” You cut him off as he went on and on about the lands filled with squash and stalks of beans. He faltered slightly, his

"God damnit, Kid! What the fuck were you thinking? Oh wait, you can't." You yelled at the man ranting on the other bed, his wounds being cleaned by Jack according to your instructions before they were being dressed. Your hands were quick to keep Wire alive, blood staining your skin as you did your best to keep the man breathing and not drowning in his own blood. Kid's retort let the anger rise in your blood even more, your outburst silencing the captain as you glared down at the wound in Wire's chest. He had a collapsed lung, a lance pierced through his chest and someone was so stupid to pull it through without regards to the irreversible damage done. One quick look told you that Kid was heavily damaged as well, but the idiot of a captain still tried to close in on his friend despite Jack's pushing hands. There was no Killer, no Heat, no Gig to keep the man back as they were sitting on the ground as well, their blood slowly staining the floor with quick wrap ups as you

Emma's hushing finally overpowered your freezing panic, her fingers trailing through your hair slowly as she sat with you on the ground. Killer had backed off a few steps after he was side stepped by the girl holding you. Your hands trembled, tears flowing from your eyes freely as you regained your surroundings, your breathing heavy and shuddering. Emma's grasp on your form kept you from falling further, a small light in the never ending tunnel of darkness. "You're safe. We're in your room. There is no Orochi, no Kaido, no samurai." She started listing off what she could think of, her voice whispering the words into your ear. The echo of your heart thumped in your ears, a headache hitting you with every heartbeat. With parted lips you sucked in air shakily before it flew away once more steadily, your own body forcing it back to normal. Suddenly, like a switch, you felt like all energy slipped from your body, your head the first thing to slump forward against Emma's

“Kid~.” His name left your lips, a mix of a whine and a meow. His long legs came to a halt, his hands balled into fists and the muscles of his shoulders flexed. “WHAT?!” He growled and you shrunk on your legs in response. He was very, very mad about something you didn’t yet know. The words you wanted to convey, wanted to entrust him with died in your throat, a sudden feeling of hurt weighing you down. His vermilion stare was killing, almost murdering you on the spot and you felt the urge to retreat, your eyes wide in fear. The hostility he radiated was just too much and you crouched down even more, eyes flickering left and right in search of a way out. “I ehm..” “What do you want?!” His looming figure was threatening and you felt the elated moment from before die down in your chest. The revelation that you might love them both and wanted to know their thought about it shook at the base. Maybe it was a mere infatuation, a thrill to like the redhead, a rush you had confused with a

Your wooden geta crunched the snow as you navigated over the damp lands, your cane in hand tapping in front of you softly, sounds dampened by the cushions of the star-frozen water. The path you took was well known, having taken it many times before near the Oihagi Bridge. You had been warned about the monk residing there, a man who sought for riches no one could provide, leaving bodies behind for others to find like tracks of footsteps on this path. Not sure when or where the robber would appear, you weren’t even sure you’d met the man before. There had been instances where an unknown presence had been following you, but whether they were truly interested in you or the small amount of things you carried, you weren’t so sure. The cold bit into the bare skin of your face, the kimono only reaching as far as halfway your throat. It was truly a cold evening as you ventured on to your small home at the edge of one of the smaller villages of Ringo at the Eastern part of Wano. The wind blew

The adventure in Wano was done, a written chapter and a book ready to close. At least, that’s what you had hoped for. Nightmares plagued your mind, as vivid in the night and slowly hunting you during the day as well. The crew saw you less and less, thinking you’d be manhandled by the captain of this ship. Jack seemed to know better, but kept his mouth shut as he listened to the ramblings of his crewmates. He had noticed the dwindling reserves of sleeping pills and the notable bags growing under your eyes or the alarmed expression whenever a sound rang too loud. The man sighed, his eyes trailing over to the seats belonging to Kid and Killer, who weren’t there this time either. They had been locked away in Kid’s workplace for days now ever since they crash-landed on the seas and sped away in their search of to the One Piece. Next, his eyes went over to the other officials of Kid’s crew, Heat and Wire eating quietly while Jaguar and Moai were seemingly joking around. Quincy pranced around

It had been a couple of years since you had started uni, started this journey to be who you are right now. There were ups and downs, smiles and tears, laughter and trembling anger. Along the way you got to know more people than you can count, losing some as they chose another path in their career, and letting others more closely in your heart. Now, on the day of your graduation, you felt proud, of yourself and of others, but most importantly you felt a little sad. This day means you have to leave soon. Your life will take another turn, will cross paths with new people, leaving the old behind. Getting job offers wasn’t difficult in this economy, feeling lucky that you’d taken on accounting and wouldn’t mind a 9-5 job behind a desk for the time being. As you grew, your dreams of doing different things had been shattered, but now, you’re glad your dad had taken you to his job from time to time, seeing the importance of his perfectionism to others. A heavy sigh left your lips, fingers

Shiro’s face was white as he looked at you coming to his room, the boy hiding behind the doorpost as you could see only one eye and part of his black hair. “What’s wrong, sweety?” You asked softly, as you neared him and squatted down to his height. His lower lip was trapped behind his teeth, his (e/c) shining brightly in the dimmed lights as he tried to hold in his tears. His nose trembled slightly before his lip was released and his arms were wrapped around your neck, your own arms inviting him in warmly. He rubbed his head against your neck, his sniffles loud as his tears hit your bare skin. Your hand caressed his hair, humming softly as you held him tightly, reminding him you were always there for him. His words were mere brabbles as he couldn’t get them out quick enough, so you hushed him, moving left and right and back again to comfort him. After a little while, his sniffles decreased, his voice croaked and his sentences broke, but he could explain that he had a nightmare. When

It had been a few weeks since you had been transformed into a cat. A few weeks filled with lots of sleep, which was understandable according to Law as they had experienced the same, but also filled with confusing emotions. It wasn’t just you that had started to act differently, according to Killer, Kid had been more attentive to your whereabouts. Penguin, having accompanied Law once more, had commented something along the same lines about Law’s behaviour. Sighing softly, you laid on Bepo’s soft belly-fur, lazing about as the dog slept on his back, growling from time to time as his paws twitched. Law sat at the table, his laptop in front of him as he and Killer talked about something. You knew that even if Kid was the boss of his gang, Killer was the brains and easier to reason with sometimes. Your own thoughts had wandered from time to time, so you didn’t know what they were talking about and to be fair, you didn’t really care as long as they didn’t fight or get hurt. You’ve seen how