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No grave Ch.5

We had stopped off at a tiny seaside town to restock and rest. I split off from the group and worked on improving the time I could use observation haki without getting a headache.

I had stopped to grab something to eat and drink when I felt it. The pang of terror went straight to my heart, so I quickly paid for my sandwich and coffee before hurrying out the door, intent on helping whoever was so terrified that they were unconsciously reaching out for help like this.

I turned down an alleyway and froze when I saw two full grown men standing over the curled up, broken and shivering form of a tiny child with blue hair and a bright red nose.

Buggy.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I snarled, stalking towards the two.

“It’s just a worthless brat, what do you care what happens to it?” The larger one of the pair mocks. I shoved past them, removing my hat and putting it on the poor kids head, pushing it over his eyes.

“Close your eyes kid, and don’t open them until I tell you it’s safe. This isn’t going to be pretty.” I said in a low voice.

“What can a weak woman like you do against two big strong men like us?” The other one scoffed at me, looking down at me.

“Tch, you must be really stupid if you thought I’d start a fight I knew I wouldn’t win. This ‘weak woman’ is a devil fruit user with 6 years of experience and a bounty worth more than the both of you combined. So how about you say that again.” As I said that, I slowly shifted into my hybrid state, four arms unfurling from my back and extra sets of eyes opening and settling into a glare as coarse fur covered my face and shoulders.

“M-Mon-ack!” One of them tried to yell, and the other dropped into a dead faint, only to have six palms slammed into his gut. I spun a web and webbed his entire face, cutting off his oxygen.

I looked at my spilt coffee in distaste before dumping the rest on the one who had fainted. I cut the transformation, turning back to Buggy. He was shaking like a leaf.

“Kid, you can open your eyes now. Can you tell me your name?” I crouched in front of him, and he blinked teary blue eyes at me.

“Bug..Buggy.” He said, and I let a soft smile cross my face.

“Alright Buggy, I’m Solaris. Can I touch you? I need- Woah, okay. This is fine.” Buggy had launched himself into my arms and started sobbing into my chest. My heart dropped when I saw his leg, swollen and very clearly broken, and not a clean break either from the looks of it.

“They were, they were gonna kil- gonna...gonna kil-“ he choked on the word, and I felt all my organs collectively decide to drop out my ass, and my blood froze.

“Okay, Buggy. I’m going to pick you up and I need to to keep your legs as still as possible. I’m going to take you to my ship and get you all fixed up. Is that okay with you?” I kept my voice gentle and low. He nodded into my neck.

I manoeuvred him so that I was holding him in a princess carry and slowly stood up. I stomped on the man I left alive, ignoring the squelch my foot made as I squished his head under my heel.

People gave me a wide berth as I walked down the road, and I’m not sure if it was because of my face or the blood and brain matter caked on my foot. Could have been both.

“Solaris, what’s going on? I could feel your fury- Oh shoot!” Sterling hissed when he saw Buggy, who had a look of pure terror on his face.

“Buggy, this is my twin brother. He’s a magic doctor, and he’s going to fix you up.” I pointed at him with my chin.

“There’s no such thing as magic.” He giggled, and though he was definitely still scared, it was an improvement.

Sterling caught on and grinned.

“Sure there is! I’ll show you once we get you on a table so I can get a good look at your injuries.” He smiled and Buggy giggled again. I smiled and walked onto the ship, heading straight for Sterling and I’s shared room. We didn’t have a table, so I put him on my bed, being careful to not jostle his leg.

Sterling crouched down and placed his hands on either side of the fracture, his hands glowing softly. I could see the bone moving under Buggy’s skin, and it only served to make me even more angry on his behalf. He worked for a while, and finally brought down as much of the swelling as he could.

Buggy’s eyes lit up as he looked at his leg in awe, before he made a jaw cracking yawn.

“I forgot that it takes a lot of energy to fix big things. Sorry Buggy. Take a nap and when you wake up, I’ll finish.” Sterling rubbed his head, creating a mess of blue hair.

Buggy blinked tiredly at us. “Oh… Ok…. Can you stay with me?”

I smiled and nodded , pressing my forehead to his. He closed his eyes and laid down, and he was out like a light. I tucked him in and put my hat on his chest. A soft smile crossed my face before it fell and I had to cover my mouth to muffle the whimper that escaped.

I stood up abruptly and left the room, closing the door behind me. I walked a bit down the hall before I yelled and slammed my fist through the wall. I slid to my knees and covered my mouth as tears gathered in my eyes and my shoulders shook violently.

“He’s just, he’s just a baby!” I let out a high pitched whine as I pressed my head against the wall.

“Sol-chan? What’s wrong- Shit. Seagull, go get Captain. Now.” I was pulled into someone’s lap. The purple fabric bunched in my fist told me it was Rayleigh.

“He’s so ti- He’s just, he’s so fucking tiny and, and they tried… they tried to kill him! He’s just a baby, why, why would they-“ I hiccuped and sobbed into his shirt, and fingers scraped against my scalp in an attempt to calm me down.

“What happened, Sol?”

“I- I found a kid in, in the alley- alleyway and, and, and there were two adults bea-beating him up. They were, were gonna kill hi-him, and he wasn’t- he wasn’t tryna fight ba-aack! Whyy was-wasn’t he tryna fffight back?!” I cried.

“Where is he now?”

“In- He’s in our room.” I sniffled.

Rayleigh picked me up and carried me back to my room. He sat me on the bed next to Buggy.

“He’s right here, and he’s okay now. That’s all you have to worry about for now. You can worry later once he’s up and walking. You’ve done all you can for right now, so step back and let others help while you breathe.” Rayleigh put a hand on my shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

He left when Roger returned to explain the situation.

Sterling leaned his head against my back, and I took the time to compose myself, and by the time the kid woke up the only evidence of my breakdown was the scraped skin on my knuckles and dried tear trails on my cheeks.

After Sterling fixed up all the bruises, cuts, scrapes, and broken fingers-how the fuck did I not notice those?!- Buggy grabbed my hand, smiling up at me.

Jesus, I know that I’m tall for my age but how the hell am I twice Buggy’s height?! Fuckin’ 5’9” 13 year old bullshit, that’s what this is. I’m gonna be taller than Roger if this shit keeps up.

“Hey Buggy? Do you have anyone waiting for you back home?” I asked even though I knew the answer, just from story context. Why would a kid join a pirate crew if he had a family? Unless Roger originally kidnapped him, which is highly unlikely.

Buggy’s hand tightened around my fingers, and I could hear my bones creaking.

“Don’t make me go back, I’ll do anything, just don’t leave me here!” Buggy babbled, and my heart broke. I scooped him up and placed him on my hip.

“I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to. I only asked because I was worried. If it makes you feel better, you can hold onto my neck. I have to talk to Captain, and I’ll do my best to get him to let you stay.” I smiled at him, and he wrapped his arms around my neck,tucking his head under my chin.

“What happens if he says no?”

“In the unlikely scenario that he says no, I’ll jump ship and we can be our own pirate crew. I’m not about to abandon you, kid. You’re mine now, my brother.” I said and opened the door. Sterling snickered.

“I think you mean our brother, Solaris. You know that we’re in this together as always, right?”

“Obviously.”

We walked down the hallways and up to the deck where Roger was talking to Rayleigh. He saw us and stopped what he was doing, giving us a giant grin and walking over to us.

“There you two are! Rayleigh told me what happened. This must be Buggy.” He bent down to our height and offered his hand to Buggy, who hesitated but took his finger because Jesus Christ, Roger’s hands are fucking huge.

“Buggy, this is our Captain, Roger. Captain, we have a favour to ask.” Sterling said, and Roger got serious.

“Buggy has nowhere to go. The people here don’t care for him like they should, and I already killed two people to protect him.” I said.

“And you want him on our crew.” He said. I nodded and he sighed.

“God damn it, why do kids keep ending up on my crew because of terrible circumstances? You both know that I would never turn away a kid in need, but I only allow them on the crew if there is absolutely no other option. Buggy, do you have any family members on another island that we can drop you off with?” He asked. Buggy’s arms tightened around my neck, enough that I probably should have started struggling to breathe.

“The only family I know of is my father, but he skipped town when he found out about me. He disappeared.” Buggy said, and I squeezed him closer.

Roger swore and dragged a hand through his hair. Buggy and I both tensed.

“It’s not that I don’t want you on the crew Buggy, I just don’t like the circumstances. There is never a happy reason for a kid your age to be joining a pirate crew. I’m only willing to make you a cabin boy for now, but I’ll do my best to teach you everything I can.” He placed a hand on Buggy’s head, ruffling his hair.

“Welcome to the crew, kid.”

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skitscratched · 7 years

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Hat - Chapter 4

Summary: Roger tours the Blues once more and finds a gem he missed the first go around.

Chapter 4 - Gol Arc: Red and Black

I haven't needed to do this in a long time, mostly because I didn't have any reason to talk to an audience in my head when I had Roger and Rayleigh with me. The amount of chaos that Roger got us in played a factor too.

It's been a busy 24 years since we Roger Pirates first set foot into the Grand Line. Paradise was just as crazy as the manga made it out to be, and I would know. I highly doubt that any other crew knows Paradise as well as us. Roger never dropped the habit of scouring an ocean as thoroughly as he could before moving onto the next. We spent seven years in Paradise, but that may have been a key factor in our survival in the New World.

In those seven years, the crew grew larger, we obtained the Oro Jackson, met Garp (and man he's insane. I swear, he pops up just when we least expect it.) and visited Skypiea. Let me tell you, it was not fun trying to ignore Roger when I accidentally let it slip that there was an island in the sky. There was no way I was going to win that fight, but it didn't stop me from trying.

And, well, the New World was certainly… something. We recruited some more members, though we started to take in less and less as time went on since we seemed to have all the necessary roles covered. From what I can tell though, most of what was supposed to happen, happened. Fishman Island for one, where Roger spoke to the sea kings, and meeting the Mink rulers for another. Considering that not much was known about Roger's time, I stand firm by my decision to only have Roger and Rayleigh know about me. Who knows what kind of chaos more knowledge of my existence would cause?

The New World was a lot more difficult to explore too. We spent 15 years moving from one island to the next, only to loop around several times to keep from missing anything. Except… It seems like too much has stayed the same. Roger still contracted that incurable disease. I don't know if it's because not enough is known about the New World, the machinations of fate, or because he had it all along and we were only finding out about it now, or what, but the reason why doesn't change the fact that Roger is dying.

I just… Roger and the others are no longer characters to me, they stopped being that once I got to know them. And after all these years, they're my closest friends, even if most of them don't know about me. And Roger, he was the one who I started all of this with. He was the one who asked me to stay when everyone else ran away. To see him die… For all that I never want that to come to pass, I can't muster the hope that there's a cure out there somewhere. Knowing the storyline is a burden more than anything else now.

Roger never gave up that hope though. He set us on course to the North Blue through the Calm Belt. From there, we headed to the East Blue. Nothing in either of those two Blues would be able to help, so we set course for the South Blue.

Now? I'm stuck with my idiotic captain in the middle of the sea with nothing but the clothes on our back because of his damn narcolepsy.

(I would give up everything, though, if it meant Roger would live.)

Growl.

"Ugh." Roger grunts as he lies prone on his small rowboat. "Foood."

:: Don't complain. You brought this entirely onto yourself. ::

Roger whimpers.

:: I've been constantly on the lookout for a ship and I haven't found any. Only you would get lost at sea with nothing but the clothes on your back for two weeks. ::

Roger's head rolls sluggishly.

:: I tried to wake you up when the storm started, but NOOO, your damn narcolepsy kept you asleep through it all. I keep telling you to take the medicine that Crocus gives you, but do you listen? ::

Roger attempts to swat at his Hat, but his hand doesn't even make it halfway before it drops onto the side of the boat.

:: You wouldn't have even been in hiding in this damn rowboat if you left Rayleigh alone instead of including him in that prank of yours. Really, how did you get those powder balls and firecrackers. I was with you the whole time. ::

Roger blinks. Slowly.

Sigh. :: Just go to sleep you idiot. I can keep looking even without you awake. ::

Roger's eyes don't open again. Despite knowing that Roger's just tired from hunger, Felix can't help but check on him periodically to make sure he's alive. His captain worries all of his crew, especially now with his illness plaguing him. This hunger can't be good for his state either.

Fortunately, Felix didn't have to wait long for someone to come across them. (He curses the dearth of sea kings in the blues and he doubly curses that he lacks a body to move them himself. Roger's metabolism had him unable to move much since half a week ago. And that's after Felix told him not to move to save energy.)

The strawberry-blond woman pauses as she sights a rowboat in the middle of the sea. She would have turned away and left it as a stray boat had it not been for the hand just visible on the side. On a whim, she turns her boat to it. She's feeling generous today.

She ties the boat to hers and sails back to her side of the island, unknowing of it's hungry and grateful passengers.

"Foood." Roger sits up groggily, nose following the scent of soup. He doesn't so much as look at it's transport and just takes the entire pot and steadily swallows it down.

It's only when he finishes that he reaches for his head and panics. "Felix! Felix where are you?"

"Are you talking about this hat?" The yellow straw and red ribbon pops into Roger's sight. Once again, he manages to ignore the voice as he snatches his Hat back.

"Felix!" He cheers, eagerly greeting his longtime companion.

:: ARE YOU AN IDIOT! THANK THIS POOR WOMAN ALREADY! ::

Roger winces at the unexpected scolding, finally taking notice of the woman in the room with him. "Eh? Who are you?"

:: My soul for a way to slap the shit out of you. I don't know how many times I've asked Goda for this, and I don't know how many more times I have to ask, but I will wait and I will savor it once I can. ::

The woman herself is ignorant of this exchange and simply raises an eyebrow. "I'm the one who hauled your sorry behind out of the sea, half dead from hunger. I'd think twice about what you say next."

Roger very nearly visibly reviews his last few memories. "Ah right. Felix told me to thank you for that."

:: You moron. ::

"Your… hat… told you to thank me." She flatly repeats.

"Ah! No!" Roger denies, looking panicked and untruthful. "My Hat can't speak to me at all!"

"Riiiight." She drawls. "You look like you have plenty of energy. Get out of my house."

"Eh?" Roger blinks.

She ignores him. "I expect you gone by the time I get back from town. If you're still here, I'll kick you out myself."

"But-" Roger cuts himself off when she leaves without another word. "... My crew isn't here."

:: You see? This is why I keep reminding you to not tell people. Now you just estranged the very nice lady who saved your life and fed you. ::

"Well, whatever." Roger sweeps himself of the couch. "I'm sure we can get someone in town to let us stay for a while until the others get here."

"What do you mean you're not open?" Roger whines. The clerk gives him a disturbed look. It was very strange to see a grown man act like a kid.

"Exactly what I said." The clerk repeats. "You arrived in the middle of July. Baterilla celebrates it as the month of the dead. During this month, we don't allow anyone to come and go as they please. In fact, much of the island prepares for this month by trading everything we can in June. It's unfortunate that you ended up here at this time, but until the end of May, no one will be willing to take anyone in. It's superstition that it'll offend the spirits that take the time to watch their family and friends. It looks like you have already experienced the way most people around here treat outsiders at this time of year."

Roger wipes off the mud on his clothes a bit more, but only manages to smear it around. "Yeah, I noticed. Did you know some people even went and made some mud to throw at me?"

"Ah, that might not be mud." Roger freezes and stares at his hand in disgust. "And that's exactly why I can't take you. If I make an exception for you now, it'll be bad for business in the future. Sorry, but you're on your own."

Roger sighs, but leaves, immediately getting hit with a glob of mud - He refuses to believe it's anything else. Only the lack of a particular smell lets him keep this belief. - from behind. When he looks back, the clerk ducks back into his hotel/shop, a dirtied hand telling who threw the mud at him.

"Well," Roger thinks at Felix. "Looks like we have to go back."

Roger gets a distinctly unimpressed vibe from Felix. :: You go do that. Let me know when you're tired of punishment. ::

"Hey!" Roger grins. "Looks like I need to stay with you until my crew comes!"

"No." She slams the door in his face.

Roger rapidly bangs on the door with both hands, falling on his knees. "Aw, come on! I can't stay out here until they come! I just need a place to stay."

Footsteps. Roger brightens and stands up.

He finds himself staring down the barrel of a gun.

Bang.

He yelps as he ducks beneath it just in time to avoid the shot. It wouldn't have hurt him anyways, what with Armament and all, but she had no way of knowing that. Roger looks at her with teary eyes, looking very much like a downtrodden puppy.

She kicks his face and he's tossed back several yards. The click of several locks is very obvious in the next moment.

Undeterred, Roger moves to a window nearby. He smushes his face against it while her back is turned. She looks at him in disbelief when she notices. "Pleasepleaseplease."

She grabs her shotgun.

"LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY!" She screams, brandishing her gun in his face.

"NO." Roger refuses, knocking the gun out of her hands at the same time.

"IT'S BEEN A WEEK, YOU CLEARLY DON'T NEED TO STAY WITH ME!"

"Don't wanna."

"AAAGGGHHH!" She stomps away, Roger nipping at her heels the entire time, dodging any attacks she throws at him with ease.

"You know," Roger remarks. "You're nothing like the cold, standoffish woman that the villagers describe you as."

"AND WHOSE FAULT DO YOU THINK THAT IS?" Her eyes narrow further. "You're an annoying, persistent bastard. You make me curse. Do you know how much it takes me to curse? A whole fucking lot that's what."

Roger grins. "You're not yelling at me anymore!"

"That's what you focus on?" She sighs and rubs her temples. "Well, what do you want? I don't want to deal with you anymore."

"What's your name?" Roger asks.

She gives him a flat look. "You were a pest to my nice solitary life because you wanted to know my name." She says slowly and clearly.

"Yep." Roger nods.

She closes her eyes. "And you couldn't ask the villagers, why?"

Roger's fist hits his palm. "Oh that's right. I could have done that."

Her hands twitch for her gun and she regrets leaving it behind. Oh well, she'll make due.

:: Why did I have to get hit! It was all your fault that she was so annoyed! ::

"You don't have a bump the size of a melon. Deal with it." Roger thinks as he rubs his head. Dammit, it still hurt. She might have subconsciously used Haki in that hit. That just makes her more interesting.

She turns and watches Roger before she enters her house. After a long moment she says, "You're not going to stop, are you." It's not a question.

"Nope."

"Why do you want to know my name so much?"

Roger looks into the sky. "Well… I just wanna."

She rolls her eyes. "Of course." She says sarcastically.

"AH!" Roger points at her with an aghast look on his face. "I completely forgot that I didn't tell you my name! I was supposed introduce myself first right?"

She blinks. "Wait, wha-"

Roger extends a hand and grins. "Nice to meet you! My name's Gol D. Roger!"

"D?" She asks, stunned.

"Yeah! It's because-"

"I know why." She cuts him off, piercing him with her stare. "What I don't understand is why you use it. Don't you know what it means to be a D?"

Roger tilts his head in thought. "I don't hide it because I'm proud of it, my parents gave me my name. They told me stories about what it meant to have a D too. Want me to tell you?"

Roger doesn't wait for her reply before he starts babbling, all the while dragging her inside to the couch where they could sit. Strangely, she doesn't resist as much as she could have.

"And that's the Will of D." Roger finishes with a soft smile on his face.

A long silence hangs in the air.

"My name is Portgas D Rouge." Rouge looks up. "And let me tell you what my parents told me about being D."

"Carrying out the will of the past?" Roger boggles. "That's nothing like what I grew up knowing!"

Rouge snorts demurely. "Well it's why I made the decision to live a quiet life. I don't know if someone that died wanted me to do something, but it's my life and choice. I won't have my desires decided for me."

Roger pouts. "And here I wanted to ask you to join my crew."

Rouge raises a palm. "No. I'm not leaving the island."

Roger opens his mouth and closes it just as fast at the stab of surprise from Felix, head snapping out to the sea. "They're here!"

:: Well, don't let them leave! Flare your aura already! ::

"Your crew?" Rouge asks, amused.

"Yeah!" Roger feels them moving closer to the shore after his signal. He grabs her hand. "Come on!"

"You sure I can't convince you to change your mind?" Roger asks Rouge, who rolls her eyes.

"No, I was perfectly happy before you shoved your way into my life. Hurry up and go already."

"Then!" He points a finger at her. "One day, I'll come back and show you that it's not so bad to be a D! It's a promise!"

Rouge doesn't splutter, but it's a close thing. "Who told you to make such a stupid promise!"

Roger laughs as he dodges her slap at his head and rapidly boards the Oro Jackson. He waves as the ship pulls away. "Remember! It's a promise!"

Rouge turns away and heads back to her house once they disappear from view, hiding the smile that she couldn't keep off her face. "What a ridiculous man."

So yeah, I’m caught up on the updates I posted on Fanfiction now. I’m not a fast writer so the next one will probably be up in about a week. Maybe two if the chapter fights me.

#Fanfiction: Hat #One Piece #Gen #Friendship/Adventure #OC #Gol D. Roger #Portgas D. Rouge

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