Apparitions are full of love

Lammi

a/n- arts, not mine/chapter two will be out in a couple of days... hopefully ^^;;

Brook always somehow ended up with knowing a bit more than he should about people, or well at least something's that don't really need to be shared... The Yomi-Yomi fruit gave Brook a bit more then what he had in store for. This Paramecia type devil fruit was known to give the user life after death. But, no one said that after the resurrection. In which Brook only returned to a skeleton and an afro as his body. That Brook would have little kicks.

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Such as being able to see and communicate with apparitions. Before Brook's spirit was able to find his body. He had met many souls on his journey. But, no it didn't stop there. Once he was finally able to find his remains. The sounds of the lost souls howling in despair, a far distance away in the fog were still clear. Much clearer than the fog that surrounded him. Even though he was a skeleton he strangely acted human-like... He strangely could see, hear, smell, taste, and touch, even have emotion... Despite being a skeleton. His power was quite a mystery, it was intriguing. But with no one to share it with, made it quite depressing and lonely... It was strange because all Brook could do was listen out into the foggy sea, and sounded like hundreds of people where out there.

After years, Brook finally decided to try to call out. Instead of waiting for someone to find him. He was lonely... He missed the interactions with what life had brought him. Brook couldn't bring himself to look at his crewmates bones. I really did hurt too much, though skeletons don't have hearts, it really did pain him. His members that he grew so close to, they were so special, it really wasn't fair that he was alive and they weren't... But, Brook knew he couldn't take this second life for granted. He needs to share his crews and captains stories of greatness. Stories if their adventures, of our journey, and how Brook wouldn't have chosen any other flag that was more prosperous then their own. Laboon would love to hear their stories. Laboon would love to hear them singing to him one more time. And Brook would give the best performance of his life to Laboon. Tell him how Yoki, the captain, was so brave and so selfless that he and some of the other crewmates, got sick and they left only so the others wouldn't get sick. How then Brook became captain, though it was never the same. How Madaisuki and Mawaritosuki, fought well and died with honor. And how most of the crew died with 'Bink's Sake' as their last words on their dying lips. That surely would make Laboon proud. Brook was lonely. He just wanted to have someone to joke and cry with. He had such baggage.

A wailing noise filled up the fog around Brook. The wail was full of pain and agony, it sounded like it belonged to a little girl. Her wails were fragile, sounding as if she was holding back.. And any wrong words could set off her full-blown cry. Her cries were constant, they weren't dulling. She kept yelling the word brother. Brook felt a pang of guilt he had to help this little girl. She sounded so innocent and ignorant, he wanted to protect that. Even though, there was a high possibility she was just a lost soul. He called out to her, saying he would help. Her cries came closer, and there she appeared. She was transparent like, but, she had color. Her hair was light brown, separated into short pigtails, while her bangs parted at her forehead with a little clip holding a part of it down. Her skin was light but parts of her skin had distinct little patches of white. Her eyes were large and black, they held tears as her head turned left and right as if she was trying to spot someone. She seemed so broken, that Brook couldn't help but try to piece her back together. The little girls gleaming black eyes lingered on Brook, as he motioned her to come closer. She slightly hesitated, as a concerned look passed her features. But, it soon disappeared as she moved closer to Brook. She was still sniffling as tears still drenched her pink colored cheeks. Brook looked at her, if he had eyebrows they'd be knitted in concern and if he had eyes, they'd gleam with empathy. Though, the little girl could feel the warmth and empathy reflecting off the skull and bones in front of her. She slightly laughed as she sat at the edge of the boat, her legs slightly swinging over the dark wooden deck. Her laugh didn't hold much amusement and was quite flat, but she had to just let it out. She found it. Funny. The way the skeleton had bigger hair than her own, and how the skeleton still had hair. But, her small laugh didn't last long, as her cries started to continue. Brook, really didn't know what to do. But, one thing always did make him feel better. He walked away from the girl but, soon he returned. But, he now held a worn violin. He brought it up to his shoulder, and he rested his chin on the worn down chin rest. The bones that made up his hands caressed the neck of the instrument, as his other hand gripped the wooden bow. The strings were a bit loose on the bow and they held a yellow tint. While the violin held five silver strings, each a bit discolored and tight. Brook rested the bow on the strings of the violin at its waist.