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Author’s Note: It’s
been so long… You’ll have to forgive me. I tried to sort of skim over the
chapters to get myself reacquainted, but there are still some things I don’t
remember what I put. So, if I put something that was already stated in previous
chapters, I’m sorry… ~.~ I got a few reviews recently
of readers asking if I had forgotten about this fic,
and the answer is… NEVER. I could never forget about
D… ~.~ I’ve just been so busy… I’ve actually been
itching to write for him for some time now, but couldn’t find the time. I’ve
also been really sick lately, thanks to salmonella poisoning… Anyways, I’m glad
to know that other people beside me love D as much as I do. ;) I hope you guys
enjoy!
From The Darkness
Chapter 6: Possession
“Why!? Why are you
doing this!?”
The pretty, green eyed woman turned a smirk to the small boy
and chuckled nastily. “Why?” she asked, mockery in her voice.
The small boy stared back at her with hurt in his eyes as well
as tears. “But I thought… I thought you were nice,” he whispered as the tears
trickled down his face.
“Nice!? Ha!” the woman said and
laughed nastily. Then she sauntered over to him and leaned down. “Do you think
I have a pretty and kind face?”
“Yes,” the boy whispered as he sniffled.
“Yes, and that’s exactly why I’m perfect for this job. I use my
pretty and innocent face to lure in little lost boys and girls, and then send
them off to the mines to work,” she replied, smirking down at the child. “I get
paid handsomely for each child I bring him! Oh, he’ll like you, sweetheart,”
she whispered, running a finger down his tear soaked face.
“No! Please, just let me go!” the boy cried, struggling against
the ropes. He lived a lot of his life in bondage. He couldn’t take much more of
this anymore. Luffy began to cry as he struggled, just wanting to be free.
“Hey! It’s time! Let’s get this poor and unfortunate child to
the mines,” the woman said, motioning to some men. One gagged the child, and
then lifted him up and carried him out.
He was scared, very scared, and no one was going to come and
save him.
xxxx
Three months… She had been with him for three months. Each time
they docked at a port had become more and more of a torture to her. Would he
stay or would he go? Would she ever see him again? If she didn’t, well good
riddance! She couldn’t stand him! But then the thought of never seeing him
again was pure agony. He made her angry, and yet he made her feel things,
things she didn’t understand. There was one other good thing about having him
around. With him there, she didn’t have to do shit. He cleaned everything. He wouldn’t let her do a
thing.
At first, she thought it was maybe an endearment to her, but
she soon realized that it was because he was crazy. Whatever it was that wrong
with him, he refused to let her help, and if she tried to help, he flipped out.
So, she just let him have his way. Besides, she could laze about now. That was
one thing she definitely didn’t mind taking advantage of him. After all, she
considered that she paid more than enough with her body for his maid services.
In all honesty, neither seemed able to get enough of the other.
Each day was almost consistent with sex as much as they could. Some days, she
went to bed so sore, but in his arms, she would relax. There were some days, of
course, where they just needed a break from each other, and so in silent
consent, they stayed away from each other. Even with all the sex, there was
almost no relationship. They hardly talked, and both knew next to nothing about
the other. When they did talk, it was mostly an ugly argument, which of course,
he started. Of course, she was beginning to think he did know things about her
that she hadn’t told others, which always puzzled her.
How did he know?
However, it was on the third month that she noticed something
different about herself. Where she had never before become seasick, she was
finding herself more and more nauseated each day. Finally one day, she had
heaved over the side unexpectedly, and thought that maybe they were eating bad
food, but Luffy had not been affected by it. She never had a consistent monthly
flow, and so thought nothing of it. That was until one of their sessions, when
he’d given her breasts his attentions, she’d hissed in pain. Her breasts were
sensitive.
“What is wrong with you?” he’d demanded coldly, but she’d
refused to answer him, and ended up pushing him away and leaving him there.
He’d been angry at her for days after that, and refused to
touch her. That’s when she had realized the truth. She was pregnant with his
child…
What was she going to do now? What if she told him and he left
her? Good! He would probably kill the child or cause her to miscarry or worse,
kill her. Or even if he did allow the child to be born, he would most likely
mistreat it. However, if she did give birth to this man’s child, the child
would be in danger. She would be in
danger, and if she didn’t have his protection, she and the child were as good
as dead. What was she going to do?
Could she trust him with that news? He was going to find out
eventually, when she started putting on weight, but she was terrified. Even if
she didn’t really want to bear this man’s child, it was still her baby growing
within her, and suddenly, she felt very, very protective and possessive. That’s
right, it was her baby! And she would
do whatever she could to keep it! She wouldn’t let him hurt it. Even if she had
to somehow talk him into leaving, she would do it.
After they had docked at a port, she had gone one way, and he
another. By now, it was worldwide news about her, and there was even a bounty
on her head, a
large one. However, out of fear of The Demon Fist, no one dared touch a hair on
her head and so ran from her as if she was The Demon Fist herself. She had been
angry when she caught sight of the first poster for her, and even terrified. It
was the name, really, which angered her.
“Demon’s Whore” Nami, was her given name. So, the government
thought she was The Demon’s whore? She snorted and nearly cried to that,
because it was the truth. Luffy had taken one look at the poster… and had
laughed. It wasn’t a pleasant sound, and it had actually hurt her that he would
laugh. She knew why he laughed, because he too knew it was the truth.
She was The Demon’s whore. How far she had fallen… She had
turned away from him and just walked away, his laughter trailing off behind
her.
With a sigh, she attempted to do some shopping, but each time,
people wouldn’t come near her and would run and hide. After awhile, she had no
choice, but to just start taking things and just leaving the money behind. That
was until she had run out. Now, she took what she wanted, because no one cared.
This world was Luffy’s. If he wanted something, he took it, and no one did a
damned thing to stop him.
Even marines stayed clear of him, because there was no way they
would risk their lives to try and detain him. He really was a monster, and she
was his whore. She constantly heard people whisper, saying how she had sold her
soul to the devil, the devil being Luffy, and maybe they were right. After a
while of shopping, she realized she was very hungry. She was always hungry now,
when she wasn’t nauseous, and if she was very hungry, she was nauseous, and so
it kept her eating.
She stopped in front of a place, and it looked like a
respectable enough place to eat. When she stepped inside and everyone looked to
see her standing there, all talking ceased and everyone just stared at her. A
few faces paled of color with terror, while others looked on more curiously at
the beautiful woman. It was no wonder The Demon Fist had chosen such a woman
with how beautiful she was. As she walked deeper in, a few people scampered
away from their tables to be away from this she-devil, who had managed to snare
the most dangerous man in the world.
She sat down without having to be seated, knowing that no host
would come to her. She just hoped that at least a waiter would give her the
time of day. Finally, a nervous looking man came up to her, he was shaking so
bad, she felt sorry for the man.
“Don’t worry,” she said, smiling up at him, “I won’t bite you
or anything. I’m actually quite harmless. And as long as you don’t scare me,
you’re safe from him.” She didn’t have to mention who “him” was.
This seemed to make the man even more nervous. “O-Okay,” he
whispered as he shakily removed his pad.
She had to laugh at this. “Relax, you’re safe. He won’t hurt
you. I don’t even know where he is. He only comes when something frightens me,
but I’m not scared,” she said, smiling up at him again, and finally, she
noticed he and everyone else were beginning to relax.
“H-He actually comes when you’re scared?” a woman asked, though
a man quickly grabbed her and turned her.
Nami chuckled softly and said, “He did once, anyway.” Then she
shrugged. The man took her order and then left to fill it.
After she had eaten, and everyone around her had also gone back
to the meals, she too started to relax. As far as they could see, she was just
a normal woman, reading the paper and sipping her drink. She stood up from her
seat and just left. No one questioned her or to the fact that she didn’t pay.
It was strange to feel invincible, safe no matter where she
went. Actually, it felt pretty good. She was safe no matter where she went,
because she had his protection.
Thinking on this, she started down a dark alley, taking a short cut back to the
ship. Seedy and dirty looking men eyed her, but they made no move to touch her.
Feeling even better, she held her chin up high as she watched, and a few made
jeers and jibes at her, but she knew no one had the guts to touch The Demon’s
Whore.
How very strange it was to suddenly be proud of that title. She
shouldn’t be, of course. She wasn’t! Who would be proud of being some man’s
whore, even if he was the most powerful, most dangerous man in all the world? She snorted then, and could have even laughed
at the thought.
She was so deep in thought, she wasn’t at first aware of the
two bodies that blocked her path, until she had to stop walking. She frowned at
the smirking men, and then felt her stomach lurch from the rancid smell of
them. They were drunk, and she could see that they were unsteady on their feet.
“Move out of my way,” she said, holding her chin up high.
“Why should we, pum’kin?” one of them
asked, looking her up and down.
“Have you any idea who I am?” she asked, her voice low, but she
could feel some fear beginning to creep up on her.
“A whore,” the other said, smirking widely.
“If you’re so willing to perform for The
Demon, why not for someone else? He’s the vilest, most dangerous man in
the world, and yet you put out for ‘im,” the first man said, leaning toward
her, and the smell of him nearly made her gag.
“He doesn’t force me,” she replied weakly, frowning at the both
of them.
For whatever reason, this seemed to make them laugh, and now
instead of being scared, she was angry. “And what is so funny about that!?” she
demanded, scowling at them both.
“He don’t force you!?”
“Are you serious, lady!?”
“That’s right. He’s never hurt me!” she yelled at them, and
they only laughed harder.
“You’re just a whore! You sold your soul to that devil!”
“I’m not a whore!” she yelled back, but one of them grabbed her
and pulled her into another section of the alley. Now she was really feeling
fear. “What are you doing!?”
“You’re gonna put out for us, you little slut!”
“You’re gonna give us some of what you give to that Demon!”
“No,” she whispered, starting to back away from them.
“What’a ya
mean, no!?”
“You would put out for that demon, but not us!?”
“It’s not the same,” she whispered, backing up against the
wall. “I’m not a whore…”
She squealed when one grabbed her hair, making her drop her bags
and jammed his lips hard against hers, bruising them. She began to squeal
against his lips and fight him hard, but then he moved back and pulled her down
to fall onto the ground, and then he was over her.
“Why do you get first!?”
“Shut up!”
“Don’t! Stop! He’ll come!” she cried, but the man ignore her as
he began kissing over her face and groping here breast through her shirt.
Suddenly, she felt a little doubtful that he would come. What
if he didn’t come? What if these men had their way with her? What if he’d
already ditched her? She began to scream, and no matter what, no one came to
her rescue. The man tore at her shirt to get to her breasts, and that’s when
she went still as her fear took over her. She had learned from this kind of
life to just lay still and take it. She couldn’t stop it from happening.
“That’s better, you whore!”
“Looks like she knows what’s best!”
Both men started to laugh, but then suddenly stopped and looked
up when they heard the screaming. “What the—?”
“Is someone else doing what we’re doing?”
“Wait…”
There wasn’t just one scream, but many screams of terror. “What the hell is going on out there!?”
“What the fuck!?”
Just over the roof stood a shadowed figure, the sun shining
over him, and then he jumped down. When he straightened out, the look of rage
on his face nearly scared the two men to death. All blood drained from their
heads and went who knew where.
“I would have thought you would have known better.”
“I-We—!”
They could say no more as the Demon surged towards them. “She is my woman! No one touches what’s mine!” Luffy yelled, and in a matter of
seconds, both men were dead at his feet. Turning towards her, Luffy just stared
at how still she was lying, and then he went over to her. “Get up. Get a hold
of yourself, woman,” he said, jerking her up to her feet and then letting her
go, but she crumbled back to the ground.
That’s when she began to shake so badly and her arms came up to
hug herself. He stared down at her, but then sucked his teeth in irritation. He
jerked her up into his arms roughly, and then as a second thought, grabbed her
bags. He wouldn’t hear the end of it from her if he just left her things.
However, that’s when she decided to start fighting him.
“What the fuck’re you doing, woman!?”
he yelled, dropping her bags and pulling her away from his body at arm’s
length.
“Don’t touch me!” she hissed, but she didn’t see him.
He gave her a shake and yelled, “It’s me, you stupid woman! Get
a hold of yourself!”
After awhile of fighting and him cursing at her, she finally
started to calm down and her eyes focused. After she saw that it was just his
scowling face that stared back at her, she started to relax. She was breathing
heavily, and she was still shaking. Then tears started to form and fall.
“Aw, shit! Don’t you start cryin’ on
me, damn it! Didn’t I say before I could smell your fear!? What were you afraid
of!? I said get a hold of yourself, or I leave you!”
At that, she quickly wiped away her tears and started to look
angry. However, when she went to stand, she collapsed again. Sucking his teeth
a second time, he jerked her up and into his arms again, snatched up her bags
and started to walk out. Despite her anger towards him and his towards her, she
wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face within it. However, over
his shoulder, she saw the two mutilated bodies of the two men, who had tried to
attack her.
Closing her eyes against the sight, she then reburied her face
within his neck, feeling safe. She felt the safest she had ever felt with this
man, the most dangerous and feared man. She was safe with him. He kept her
safe, and he never hurt her. Well, other than her feelings. She nuzzled his
neck, ignoring the many eyes she felt on them. She was sure he didn’t actually
care about her, but she was beginning to think that once he claimed something
as his, he let no one else touch it.
She could deal with that, at least, for as long as he wanted
her. For all she knew, he may grow tired of her and move on, leaving her and
their child behind. She was so engrossed with her thoughts, that she didn’t
feel him relaxing to her nuzzles. When she opened her eyes finally, she could
see the many amazed faces watching these two people, but then she closed her
eyes again and hid her face from them.
Even if this man didn’t love her, she was beginning to think
that she was growing to love him. But that couldn’t be possible. How could she
possibly love this man? He was never kind to her, and she knew he didn’t care
about her. Why would she love him? Why should
she love him? Giving a sigh, she decided not to think about it. After all, once
he found out she carried his child, he would leave her.
xxxx
“Get to work, you filthy child and stop your crying!”
Hiccupping and rubbing the back of his hand across his eyes,
Luffy lifted up his pickaxe and started to pick away at the rocks. He was so
tired and so very hungry. They only ever allowed him water, a piece of stale
bread and very little oatmeal twice a day. It had been months since that woman
had lied to him and sent him to this mine. Around him were other children,
tears in their eyes and as thin as could be.
They were inside a small tunnel, which no man could fit into.
It was too low a ceiling. There was a man at the other end of it, watching
after them and making sure they all worked. “Luffy, are you okay?”
Looking towards a girl, smaller than he was, he nodded to her.
“I’m fine,” he replied in a whisper.
“That better not be talking I hear!”
“I’m fine, so don’t talk,” he whispered to her, and she nodded.
After working away for twelve hours straight, the men started
to call all the children out of their tunnels. Each child was chained up,
forming a few single filed lines. Then they were all escorted back, where they
were given their second, very small meal and then to their bunks and locked
inside. “Get to bed! Tomorrow, you work!”
It was always the same thing they were told each night as they
were locked inside. Luffy lay in his filthy bunk and just cried, like all the
other children inside. “Luffy,” the same girl called to him in a whisper.
“Yeah?” he asked, but he already knew.
“Can I sleep with you? I’m cold,” she whispered.
“Yeah,” he whispered back. She climbed out of her bunk, and he
held the blanket open for her. The two children curled up together for warmth
and tried to sleep, but their bodies ached so bad, it was nearly impossible.
“Luffy,” a small boy called to him in a whisper.
“Yeah?”
“Can I come too?”
“Yeah.”
The three children squeezed into the tiny bunk, the girl to his
front and the boy to his back, and then they were asleep, comforted by each
other’s warmth. These two were his friends. What little they were able to talk,
they did, and they trusted one another.
xxxx
Once they got back to the ship, Luffy nearly dropped her and
her things and walked off. She huffed, lifted up her bags and went to put
everything away. She should be used to the way he treated her, but it still
always hurt her feelings a little. What did she really expect from him? Either
way, she had to be careful. More rough treatment like earlier and just then,
and she could miscarry the child. In thought about that, she wondered if she
should get a checkup. No, that was probably a bad idea.
The day before they left port, they would have to do some food
shopping. She had gotten some oranges, but they were going to need more than
that. She would worry about it before they left. The other thing she really
wanted to do after putting everything away was take a bath and change her
clothes. She would burn them. She wanted no reminders.
Getting a change of clothes, she went into the bathroom,
stripped, nearly tearing the garments away, and turned on the water, letting
the still cold liquid wash over her. Once it turned hot and turned her skin red,
she didn’t care. She needed to feel clean. Grabbing the wash cloth and soap,
she lathered it furiously and started to scrub. She hadn’t even noticed when he
had entered. That was, until his hand suddenly moved passed her to turn the hot
water down.
With a gasp, she turned to look into his frowning face. His eyes trailed down
to the wash cloth she was holding and then to her red and scratched skin.
Removing his clothes, he tossed them aside before snatching the cloth from her.
He lathered it up with more soap and then made her turn around. Without a word,
he gently began to wash her back for her. She was so shocked by what was happening
that she merely stared at the shower wall.
Not being able to help herself, large tears built up and
started to run down her face along with the water pouring over her. It was the
first time he had ever done anything gentle to her. No, that wasn’t true. Some
of the times they’d had sex, he had been gentle. It all really just depended on
his mood.
He was the only man alive that she had ever and would ever…
allow to touch her. Her body began to shake and her
shoulders as well with her tears as she hugged herself, grateful to him for his
somewhat comfort. However, she knew it probably had something to do with her
destroying her perfect skin, making her less desirable to him.
“Stop your crying. It’s annoying,” he said flatly, ruining the
mood somehow, but she didn’t expect differently. She just ignored him and let
her tears fall. After washing her back and backside, he turned her around and
started washing her front. It was the first time he’d ever touched her nude
body, and not jumped on her for sex. True, he did linger in certain areas, but
he continued his washing of her.
“Why?” she found herself asking.
“Because, I want to wash away the filth before I touch you,” he
replied, uncaringly.
Of course that was his reason, and she knew it to be true. She
should have expected that, and she did, but it still hurt. He didn’t care about
her at all. He never would care about her. More tears fell, but they were
silent tears that didn’t shake her body. Closing her eyes, she just ignored the
reason and allowed herself to enjoy what he did. He went so far as washing her
feet and her hair. His washing her hair felt so incredibly good. She no longer
cared why he did it.
She took the cloth away from him and set it aside, and then
pressed her body against his, wrapping her arms around him. He didn’t move to
wrap his arms around her, but just stood there. She didn’t care. She just
didn’t care if it was one sided. She would allow herself her disillusions,
because she had nothing else.
After awhile, she pulled back, beginning to place small, hot
kisses along his shoulder, neck and throat, and still, he just stood still.
However, she could feel his erection beginning to press against her wet skin.
She let her legs slide apart, so that his erection could grow right in between
her legs. She rubbed her breasts against his chest and trailed her kisses up
his jaw, suckling now and then before touching her lips to his, all the while,
rubbing her hotness against his hardened manhood.
Moaning against his lips, she slipped her tongue out to run
along his closed lips, and still he did nothing. She couldn’t help it when she
started to smile, and then chuckled throatily as she toyed with his lips. Was
he letting her have control this time? Was he just being sure that she wouldn’t
freak out, since she was recently attacked? For all his cruelness, he sure
could be a very considerate lover. However, she had learned over the months
that he couldn’t enjoy it unless she enjoyed it too, and that always made her
feel utterly powerful.
Her hands moved along his wet skin, taut against his muscles.
She ran them down his pecs and abs and then around
his waist to his back, cupping his hard backside as she nibbled, licked and
suckled his lips, but still, he did nothing. The only sign he gave her that he
enjoyed what she did was his quickening breath. She ran her teeth and lips
along his jaw to his ear, which she nibbled, licked and suckled.
After she knew she could stand no more of his not touching her,
she whispered into his ear, “Luffy, you know, don’t you? You know that you are
the only man alive, whom I would ever let touch me. Touch me, Luffy.”
She didn’t have to tell him twice, his hands were all over her
in an instant and his mouth over her nipple. She cried out, gripping him
tightly as she leaned back, pressing back into the shower wall. She felt
magnificent and so very powerful. She held power over this man, this man who
was the most powerful in all the world. She had power
over this man!
“Yes, Luffy!” she cried huskily, causing him to moan deeply.
His hands cupped her backside, lifting her up, and she wrapped
her legs around his waist. With one powerful thrust, he entered her, but didn’t
stop. He worked her hard with all the desire he felt as well as she. She didn’t
want him to go slow. After what happened to her earlier, she wanted him to
possess her, to claim her. She was his, and he was hers. She didn’t care about
her title, “The Demon’s Whore”. She didn’t feel like his whore at all. Most
whores only gave their charges pleasure, but almost never received pleasure in
return. Luffy never let her down.
As he pounded away into her, she cried out, scratched his back
and bucked down over him. Throwing her head back, she screamed when her body
erupted in her ecstasy. He was right behind her as he thrust into her one good
and final time before slumping over her. She wrapped her arms around him
tightly, possessively. Yes… Yes this man was hers and no one else’s, and she…
She was his…
xxxx
“Do you think we can really do it?”
“I don’t know, but I’m tired of being here. I can’t stand it
anymore. I-I think I’m strong enough anyway.”
“We trust in you, Luffy. If you say you’re strong, then you
are.”
“Yeah, you’ll get us out.”
With a soft sniffle, Luffy wiped at his eyes, snuggled up
against his friends for warmth. It had been a whole year that he had been there
and even longer for them. He knew they wouldn’t last much longer. Some of the
older kids, who had been there for years, had already died from fatigue and
near starvation. He had to save them. He had to protect them. They were his
only friends in the world.
“Tomorrow, when they come to get us, I’ll get us out,” he
whispered, and they both nodded.
The next morning, the escape plan had gone rather well. The men
were not expecting the attack, nor were they expecting that this child was a
devil project. Their momentary stunned shock was enough time for Luffy and his
two friends to slip out, along with some of the other braver and desperate
children. They made the climb down the mountain side, which was terrifying, but
Luffy helped them as best he could. Once they reached the bottom, they ran
across the fields, hiding as much as they could.
If they could just reach the town, they would be safe. They
wouldn’t be able to pursue them there. It was only five miles away. They ran
and ran and ran the entire day, hiding a few times when some of the men on
horseback rode by. After awhile, they started to hear the barking of the
hounds, knowing it was only a matter of time. They had to reach the town.
A mile away… Only a mile away from the town, the men and their
hounds had caught up to them. Luffy fought as hard as he could, trying to ignore the screams of his friends, but in the end,
the dogs had killed the girl, and the men had beaten the boy to death. Luffy
lay in his and their blood, his eyes opened, but unfocused, his breathing
shallow.
“Let’s get back. They won’t be able to tell anyone now,” one of
the men said as he mounted, and they rode away.
After awhile, Luffy began to stir. Turning around, he saw
both of his friends, lying dead. The tears started to fall down his blood
soaked face, and then he rolled onto his stomach. Luffy crawled across the
ground as he cried. He used his elbows the best he could to drag his body over
the tall grass. His entire body ached and could only see out of one eye. He
could feel the warm liquid of his and their blood on his body and hands. He had
tried, really tried. However, they had failed, and it had cost them dearly.
Stopping, he lowered his head as he sobbed quietly. He had
honestly believed the plan would have worked, that they would have made it out
alive, but they were wrong… He was wrong… They had been so close, only a mile,
and they would have been out of there. They had believed in him, trusted him,
and he failed them.
Looking up, he attempted to wipe away his tears as he
continued to drag himself across the ground. It wasn’t fair… None of it was
fair… He’d been lied to… again. Surely he would find his way home. He had to
survive this. He had to find a way. Continuing to crawl, he came to a hill
overlooking the small town. Reaching out his little hand, he whimpered a sobbed
before passing out in the tall grass.
xxxx
The next day, Nami was feeling pretty good. She was in the best
mood she’d been in, in who knew how long. Luffy had fallen asleep above the
cabin, and she had decided to do the laundry for him. She couldn’t do it while
he was awake, since he never let her clean a thing. As she was hanging up the
garments on the line, she glanced over to where she could partially see where
he was lying and smiled.
However, the smile quickly died, feeling the cold metal at her
throat. She gasped and stiffened, staring up at Luffy, still lying on the
cabin. Would he be able to smell her fear, even in sleep?
“Don’t,” she whispered, but then she could feel a warm face
moving towards her ear. How had he even gotten on without her hearing him?
“Don’t make a sound,” a deep voice said into her ear quietly.
“Please,” she whispered, starting to shake with fear, “Please
don’t hurt me. I-I’m carrying a child.”
“Likely excuse. There’s no way The Demon Fist would be
so careless,” he replied, some disgust in his voice.
“I’m telling the truth. Please, please don’t hurt me or this
child. Despite the father, he’s innocent,” she whispered vehemently, tears in
her voice.
The man was silent for awhile, possibly to consider her words,
and then he said, “You’re serious.”
“More than serious. What do you want?”
she asked with a shaky voice. “I can tell you now that we have no money, but
I-Well… I can’t promise he would get any for you. He doesn’t really care about
me.”
“Does he know about this child?”
“No,” she whispered, clamping her eyes shut and causing her
tears to fall. “I couldn’t— He would never—” she started, but stopped each
time. “Please, what do you want?”
“I want The Demon Fist.”
“Then… why—?” Why was he bothering with her then?
“Would he come for you?”
Closing her eyes, she wanted to refuse to answer, but if she
didn’t, would he just kill her? After awhile, she whispered, “Yes.” She had to
have faith in Luffy. He was the strongest in the world, after all.
“Good, then let’s go,” he said, removing the blade from her
throat, and she heard as he reseathed it. “If you
scream, I’ll kill you.”
Still shaking, she turned around to face her captor’s hard and solemn face. She
sighed shakily and allowed the green haired man to lead her off the ship,
glancing towards Luffy’s sleeping form one last time before going over the
side.
‘Please come for me,
Luffy…’
To Be Continued…
Author’s Note: What’re
you all thinking? X3 I think I know~! Anyways, I know it’s been awhile, but I
hope you all enjoyed this chapter. D is not forgotten! XD I wonder what the
next chapter will bring… No… seriously… I wonder what the next chapter will
bring… ~.~ Anyways, until next time. ;)
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