Yes, the sand. It was just you and Luffy’s brother Ace trudging through the scorching desert.
“Why are we here Aaaace!” You whined.
“Because Luffy dragged us here to meet Vivi again! She did invite us back for a party.” Ace responded. “Y’know, friendly reunions and stuff.”
“No. Why are we HERE!” You emphasised. “In the middle of NOWHERE!”
“Exactly! You stop for two seconds and I can’t even find you! We were supposed to stick together so I turned around for you. And when I found you, the sand had already covered the tracks and I lost sight of the others!” You lectured, landing your fist on top of his head.
“OW! That frickin’ hurt!” Ace complained, rubbing his head.
“You deserve it! Why’d you stop? See a butterfly or something?” You said sarc
That's when you heard someone yelling, really really angrily.
"What the grub-culling fuck do you think you're doing? Is your thinkpan fried?"
The sound of the angry male shouts shock you from your daze. Stopping completely, you turn your head over your shoulder to see an angry boy stomping towards you. The rage in his features causes you to jolt in surprise. You're falling.
"Get down from- WOAH FUCK!"
Your feet plunge down, a scream ripping from your throat. Eyes clenched shut, and body tense, you know what's next. Except now you've stopped.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck."
Strained mumbling drifts through your body's barricade and coerces you to open your eyes. Maybe that was a bad idea. You are hanging over the side of a very tall bridge with crashing waves splashing beneath you.
You aren't falling into those waves though. Eyes widening, you look up. The boy has a white-knuckled grip on your wrist. His face is contorted with the effort of holding you, rage, and...fear?
That's when a car screeched to a halt behind you. The loud squeal of tires halting on asphalt scares the hell out of you. You lose your footing, and just as your tipping towards the wrong side of the bridge, somebody grabs your wrist and yanks you the other way.
You fall right into the person who grabbed you and knock them to the ground. They grunt in pain as they hit the pavement, and you lose a chest of air when you land on top of them.
"What the hell asshole! You scared me!" You shout as you push yourself up to your knees.
The person under you is none other than your fellow classmate, Eridan Ampora. His purple streaked hair is messed up from its usual smoothed back style. His hipster frames lay crooked on his face, and his violet eyes narrow in rage.
He pushes you off of him, and you think you catch a glimpse of red on his face. He sits up, adjusts his blue striped scarf and glasses, and glares.
"I scared you, (y/n)? I wwas drivvin' home and your standing up there abo
That's when someone grabs you and throws you over their shoulder. Their very high up shoulder. You're not even sure how to react to this. How does a person even get this tall?
Once your a safe distance from the bridge, you're placed back on the ground. Towering above you is... A circus act escapee. This tall and lanky boy is a bit weird to say the least. His face is done up with white clown makeup. His dark eyes are hazy and unfocused, you think it's possible he's drugged up. Messy black curls frame his face, and he's slouched over, so you aren't even seeing the whole extent to his height.
His overall look is a bit eccentric, but you do find it kind of cute. There's a lazy smile on his face as he stares off into space. After a minute, he catches sight of you.The smile fades into a frown and he bends down close to your face.
"That didn't strike me as a cool place to be my wicked motherfuckin' sis."
His voice is low and drawling, and it sends a slight shiver up your spine.
That's when a rushed pair of hands pull you back. Your feet fall from beneath you as you fall back into a mass of person. You yelp in surprise, air whooshes around you then comes to an abrupt stop when your captor hits the ground.
Firm arms wrapped just under your chest are tight enough to knock the air out of your diaphragm. Even after landing, the strong grip remains making it a little difficult to regain your lost breath.
The arms abruptly let go and you ungracefully roll to the side. When you're able to sit back up, you see a peculiar looking guy is sitting next to you. Not too peculiar, but you just find his bi colored frames a bit different. They're blue and red, it seems like an interesting point of view.
His chestnut brown hair is spiked up from the back and frames his face. His broad jawline is set into a frown. He really does not look too amused.
He lifts a hand, and you brace yourself for the worst. There aren't too many people happy with you as of late. About
“W-what?” You stuttered, cheeks the same shade of crimson.
“I-I mean, when we get older!” The boy stammered, his dark eyes piercing the (E/C) ones across from him. Your sixteen year old heart pounded furiously. “When I become the king of pirates, will you marry me?”
“Idiot! Even if you weren't, I’d still marry you” You hugged Ace’s torso, feeling the warmth radiating from his body.
“Even if the blood of the devil runs through me?” Ace muttered, words like acid. You only hugged him tighter. Burying your face into his open yellow shirt. You knew he always held a grudge against his own blood.
“Oh please, the blood of the devil runs through all of us in some way” You chortled, looking up into his eyes. “It’s how you carry yourself out that's important”
Silence filled the atmosphere, and you were trapped
"Reader: Be (f/n) (l/n)."
Well, you'll try.
Your name is (y/n), and there's been this thought in your head for a while now. It's this idea itching at your mind. A solution to the things that a hurting. It's just seems so right to you, like it's the answer. The perfect way to make the aching feeling consuming you go away.
There have been a lot of things going on recently. They aren't very good things, and you wish they'd stop. You've put in effort to try and make it stop, but it's like a domino effect. One thing happens and then something else follows it.
It probably started with your parents. They keep disappearing for weeks on end. They have great jobs to help support you, but they're always busy. They travel, or they have too much work to stay at home long. They're happy with what they're doing, so you try to support them like they do for you. That doesn't mean you don't miss when they used to
That's when somebody blocks you off with a katana. Your natural reaction is to back from it, and you almost step backwards off the rail. Before you can fall, a hand pushes against your lower back.
Once you have your footing back and the katana is gone, you turn to see who did it. It certainly surprises you to see your fellow classmate, Dave Strider.
He flips his light blonde hair out of his eyes in a very 'cool kid' way. You can't see his eyes through his shades, but you know he's looking at you. His freckles contrast against his pale skin, and his lips are placed in their usual expressionless look.
"One and only. What are you doing (y/n)?"
You aren't sure how to answer that one. You and Dave have never really been very close. Your old friends used to always talk about him. They always liked to make fun of him. You have no quarrel, so you stayed quiet. You did listen and learn things though. You're good at that. People don't notice you much, so they tend to real
That's when a puppet pops up in front of you, and god is it creepy. You shriek and throw yourself back away from it. Instead of hitting the pavement like you expect, you land in someone's strong grip.
A boy closely resembling your classmate, Dave Strider, holds you in the crook of one arm, and that puppet in the other. The style is more spiked and anime looking, but that's a very familiar looking color of blonde hair. His shades are crazily pointed, but they still hide his eyes. Even his mouth is that same damned expressionless line.
"Are you related to Dave Strider?"
"Do you realize that this is hardly the time to ask that?"
"Didn't think so. I'm taking you back to your house now."
He grabs your hand and starts to drag you away. You're at first out of sorts. He pops up out of nowhere and suddenly tries to drag you around. He can't do that.
Shaking your head for clarity, you dig your feet into the path.
"W-wait a minute! What do you think you're doing?" You e
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