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12 April 2015 @ 06:49 pm
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12 April 2013 @ 07:08 pm
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16 February 2012 @ 07:47 pm
Title: Pirating and Fleeing
Chapter: 01
Word Count: 2747

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16 February 2012 @ 07:45 pm
Title: Pirating and Fleeing
Chapter: 00
Word Count: 620

A young girl ran through the city.  She attempted to avoid the fires and hot stones on the roadway, but most of them were unavoidable. She felt sad, bitter and anger inside, but all that showed on her face were tears. She stopped running and hid behind a building when she saw some men slaughter the city’s people down the street. She panted and wiped her face off with her dress, or what was left of it.

Her new dress was tattered already; stained with blood and dirt. The ends and sleeves had burn marks from the fires she ran by. She leaned again the building and knelt down on the ground. The young girl started to cry.

“Hey! Girl! Come here.” Someone said from a door a few feet away. She looked up seeing a teenage boy calling her over. Without thinking, she ran over and went inside. She held onto the young boy and sobbed into his pants. He patted her head and knelt down to comfort her. “Hey, we’ll be safe in here. Come on. We can hide in here.” He stood back up and took her hand. He led her to a hidden trapdoor and opened it. “Can you hold onto this?” He handed her a lantern. The small girl nodded and held tightly onto the lantern. She walked a few steps and watched the boy close the door and use a piece of thin metal to cover it back up with the carpet. “Now, let’s go down.” He took the lantern in one hand and the girl’s small hand in his other. “There are others in here. You stay with them and I’m going back out and keep a look out for more people.”

The girl nodded and stared at him. He continued to lead her down into the dank basement. “Here.” He put the lantern down on a barrel after turning it off. “There’s food and water over there and plenty of blankets and pillows.” He patted her head. “If you want to change your clothes, you can.” He waved and walked back up the stairs with the lantern.

The girl looked around at the other kids and people. They were of all ages and many of them were alone. She looked up the stairs. She didn’t want the boy to leave but it was out of her power. She walked over to the pile of old and used clothes. She took off her burnt dressed and put on an over sized shirt and shorts that were a bit too big. She walked over to the bathroom area and washed her face off.

When she finished, she ended up sitting in a corner and cried silently to herself. Eventually she fell asleep against the wall. A few hours of sleeping, she was woken up. “Hey. The pirates are gone….It’s safe to leave this place.” The young girl rubbed her eyes and stared at the boy. “Let’s go. We can look for your parents.” He lifted her up and held onto her.

“….Papa and Mama are dead….” She gripped onto his shirt. “Those pirates…” She did her best and held back her tears by biting on her lip.

The boy held onto tightly and embraced her. “I’m sorry. The others left that found their parents.” He paused and smiled at her. “Do you want me to take you to the orphanage?” He smiled a bit when she shook her head. “Okay. Would you like to live with me? I can handle that. We both can take care of other orphans if you want.” He laughed a bit when she nodded her head. “Well, I’ll be your big brother from now. I’m Marl. What’s your name?”

09 October 2011 @ 12:14 am
One Piece ficlet. Sengoku and OC Shiro Itora. OOC, shit, OCxCanon, NONSENSE, CRAP.

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07 August 2011 @ 01:04 am

One Piece Ficlet. Itora's first Shichibukai meeting. Warnings: shit. OOC.

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30 July 2011 @ 02:51 am
 One Piece Ficlet. Conversation between Itora and Marl. Talking about Sengoku. Warnings: Mention of sex, Crap. It exists.

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29 July 2011 @ 03:09 am
One Piece ficlet. White Mist Pirate-centric (OCs) Warnings: Crap.

“Hurry, take her to the infirmaryCollapse )

27 July 2011 @ 03:01 am
One Piece ficlet. Shiro Itora past fic. First meeting of Sengoku (neither remember). Warnings: Crap, OOC. Shittiness.

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25 July 2011 @ 01:50 am
 One Piece ficlet. Sengoku and OC Shiro Itora. OOC, shit, OCxCanon, NONSENSE, CRAP.

Itora blew at herCollapse )