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Mere pass aao	By : Zanshi Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 1550 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't make money with my fics and I don't own One Piece or any of the characters they all belong to Oda-sensei, but I have a lot of fun using them C:

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-chapter one
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Title: Mere pass aao

Rating: K+ (for now, MAin later chapters)

Warnings: yaoi, AU, humor, history, drama, romance

Author’s note: This one is for a good friend of mine <3 who also did the beta-job on this one^^ she showed me the request for that story, it’s a bit different from the actual request, but I hope that the person who asked for it will still like it. I will use Indian names for the characters, but don’t worry I only use them partially, for most parts I’ll use the original names. I was just thinking that in a fic about India, Indian names are more… stylish!? Explanations can be found at the bottom of the text C:

One more thing: this takes place in the 19th century, Smoker was married to Jessica (the chef from G8) (I needed him to already have an heir and didn't want him to be still married, so the wife needed to be deceased... and I have plans for Hina so I couldn't use her. So Jessica was the best choice don't hurt me! :'D)

I would like to hear what you think about the story, so leave comments! They also motivate me to write faster!

Summary: India around 1890; Smoker member of the royal navy is on a special mission for her majesty. In order to fulfill his duties he is on his way to India, where he is supposed to catch a bunch of rebels. In this foreign country he is based at a local merchant. During his hunt and the obligatory dinner parties, Smoker meets the merchant’s grandson, who might play a big role in bringing the rebels down to justice. But Ace has his own troubles all together. Will these two man manage to overcome their differences or will they only cause more harm for each other?

Disclaimer: I don't make money with my fics and I don't own One Piece or any of the characters they all belong to Oda-sensei, but I have a lot of fun using them C:

Mere pass aao⁰¹⁾

Prologue

India around 1890

Languidly and majestically the large river flew through the wealthy dales. Nothing of its current state remembered of its wild origins, high over the land on the sacred Himalaya, protected by the mountain gods. The great mother Ganges the almighty goddess. Life was rich and various on her shores, gifted by the goddess herself. Fog was rising from the many fields, enshrouding the lands and trees in subtle white veils. And while the humans prepared for the night, the Sarus Crane started his last hunt for the now ending day. The receding sun painted golden reflexes on the dark blue surface of the wide waters and tinted the skies of India in a glorious spectacle of blues, violets, pink and orange, the most sacred of all colors.

Slowly the young man descended one of the many ghats⁰² of Varanasi⁰^3. The large towers of the numerous temples located in this holy city, raised high behind him, their tips reaching for the skies. But the raven-haired lad had no interest in the undeniable beauty of the ancient city. He ignored the bright colors of the saris and the cheerful chatter of the many bathers around him. Smoke of the large funeral fires, which were a constant part of this city, tickled his nose and stung his eyes. Grief was clouding his spirits, as he clutched the small urn closer to his body. Life and death was natural for every Hindu. It was just another step on their way to Nirvana. They lived many lives and died many deaths, but it still hurt to loose a loved one. Finally he had reached the last step, leading right into the holy water.

By now the sun was low on the horizon and large shadows mantled the scenery. The man carefully put the urn on the last step, before he opened his bag. In it were various, colorful blossoms and small lamps in the form of the holy Lotus. Methodically he threw the flowers into the river until they covered the surface near the Gath like a vivid carpet. They were followed by the small, swimming lamps that soon lit the darkening waters. Only then the black-haired man fetched the urn again and stepped into the tepid waters. The liquid soaked the white silk of his trousers and shirt; soon his Pathani⁰⁴suit clung to his tanned skin.

In silent prayer, he cast the ashes into the river. It had been his ‘”father’s” last wish that this would happen. Still praying the young man merged the ashes with the waters and asked the gods to take care of his “father’s” Atman⁰⁵, until it would be reborn again. With a last thought he scooped up some of the water and smeared it over his forehead and hair.

He stood there for a long time in the growing darkness, following the little lights and flowers with his eyes, as they were carried by the river. His thoughts were a chaotic turmoil of memories, of that man whose last earthly remains were now mingled inseparably with the river goddess. His name had been Edward Newgate, an English merchant who had settled here in India and out of love for the country and its culture had converted to Hinduism. He has been a large man, both in body and in mind. With his disarming personality, he had been welcomed in the Indian society and many of the local boys had been listening to his sheer never-ending stories of adventures and far countries. The European had been a father figure for the young men, who had adored him. This was why he stood here now, even though he was alone now. His brothers couldn’t come, forced to do military service for the English people far away from mother India. So it was only him who could fulfill Edward’s wish. But he knew that someday they would stand here together to say their prayers for that noble man… And if it wasn’t in this life it would be in one of their next.

The night has long covered Varanasi in its mysterious cloak. With a last look upon Chandra⁰⁶, who cast his pale silvery light upon the people the young man finally stepped out of the river. Tomorrow he would have to return to his family. Tomorrow a new chapter in his life would start.

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The sea was calm this night and only the gentlest sway of waves rocked the big steamship. The SS Britannia, pride of the Peninsular & Oriental Steam Navigation Company, was currently sailing across the Red Sea and would reach Bombay in about 4 days. It was strange traveling to India, when you were only used the cold and rainy English weather. Many of his fellow passengers were having troubles with the scorching sun of the Red Sea and the man doubted that they were fit for the steamy climate of the other country.

With an annoyed sigh Chase Smoker, the Earl of Lincolnshire sipped his whisky. Thanks to his military service in the royal navy, he had been stationed in most of Brittan’s colonies. So he was used to the hot and steamy climate of this area. But he missed England. The wild and untamed landscapes with their storm chased shores. And he missed his son. But Raymond was too young for such a travel and thus Smoker had left the boy with his wet nurse for the time being. Normally watching over the children was the wife’s job, but Jessica had died giving birth to their son and since then the earl hadn’t seen the necessarily to remarry. He was always busy with his duties anyway.

Like now, his superiors had ordered this little journey to the colony. He was supposed to find out if the rumors about a second rebellion were true. In order to do that he would travel across the country to possible trouble spots and would find out how the land lies. First he would have to organize the travel of course. During that time he had been invited to reside with one of Indians politicians, the local Gopan D. Bandāra⁰⁷. The nobleman racked his short white hair. Not that he was an old man, no sir. With his 34 years he was in his best age. But his complexion and hair had always been pale as a winter’s day and not even the dessert sun had managed to change that. This treat and his enormous success for the navy had concluded in people calling him White Hunter.

He loved his job and he lived for it, but recently something was missing. Maybe it was the lack of time he could spend with his son, but he wasn’t sure. So hopefully this trip would be the last for the time being. The commodore wanted to be back home already, even thought he didn't get to the destination yet. He scoffed. Darn, maybe he was getting old… and soft. With a silent salute to the full moon, Smoker emptied his whiskey. Soon he would arrive in India; then he’d hurry to find every rebel endangering her majesty and would bring them down for justice. Till then he could only wait patiently.

TBC

01) Mere pass aao = Hindi for ‘Come with me’

02) Ghat = stairs or a passage leading down to a river, used by bathers and believers doing their prayers in the Ganges

03) Varanasi = Indian City in the state Uttar Pradesh, one of the seven most sacred places of Hinduism, regarded as one, if not the oldest inhabited cities in the world

04) Pathani = combination of shirt and trousers, male Indian clothes

05) Atman= term for the human soul, which exists independently from the individual and is unchangeable. With rebirth the Atman reincarnates into a new living being.

06) Chandra = is a lunar deity. He is described as young, beautiful, fair; two-armed and having in his hands a club and a lotus. He rides his chariot (the moon) across the sky every night, pulled by ten white horses or an antelope. He is connected with dew, and as such, is one of the gods of fertility.

07) Gopan D. Bandāra; Gopan = protection; Bandāra = monkey
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