The Pirates Era has ships sailing all over the world to chase and find the One Piece, as well as to become Pirate King. All thanks to the infamous pirate Gol D. Roger who spoke those words at his execution.
That's every pirates dream.
Except for...
Why does he care about someone so troublesome? Why does he care? Why can't he just...just...not?
'But then he wouldn't be Smoker. He wouldn't be your first Nakama.'
Now look what you did. You hurt him. You hurt him more then any physical life threatening wound can do. And it's your fault. It's all your fault. Oh why Smoker? Why are you so nice...—
"Why are you...doing this?!"
"You're an assassin?! ...but...we visited my mothers grave together..."
"Liar."
"Murderer!"
"My son...!"
"You...killed...me?"
—You can practically hear blood dripping from your hands at the memories—
So nice, to someone like you?
Your gaze flitted back to his face, and you froze.
"Very well. We shall depart in a few hours." He said with a monotone, hiding his emotions and then turned away to start walking towards the door. But you saw his eyes.
His eyes were never supposed to look you like that. His eyes were filled with hurt. No.
No!
You reached forward with your shackles making a sound at the movement, you have to say sorry. A hidden message. Something! Anything! You were immediately met with his unique weapon to your face, making you stop with wide eyes.
"You will not touch me," He glanced over his shoulder at you with narrowed eyes, "Pirate."
With that, he left and shut his office with a quiet click. And you would've preferred shutting the door loudly and possibly breaking it better then that quiet click.
No...you idiot (Y/N)! Your fists tightened as you bit your lip. You hurt him! You hurt Smoker! You hurt your Nakama!
'What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me?!'
Smoker... You can possibly handle anyone else here look at you like that. Like you're nothing but pirate scum. But not him. You hurt him...you hurt Smoker.
I'm sorry.
"I'm sorry..." You whispered out. You suddenly kneeled onto the floor in despair and in desperation as you repeated the phrase.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Your head was bowed, touching the floor with your hands being the only thing that lifting your up, while clutching your Marine cap.
The one they both received as their first days of being a marine.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
You're shaking, you observed, as you kept repeating it. Maybe he'll hear it somehow. Maybe, he'll forgive you. Please. Smoker...don't leave. You can't... (Y/N) felt wetness quickly come down your cheeks as you began to sniffle.
You're crying. Isn't the strongest woman in the world supposed to be immune to crying?
You tried to quiet a sob with your hand as more tears came in rapid succession.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry."
'Please. Forgive me.'
A concerned figure look through the window behind spectacled eyes, then walking away.
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Next chapters will be serious. Those moments in Saboady was your last chance for a laugh.
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