One Piece Oneshots

Thatch X Reader

Rain drizzled slowly on your head and stuck your hair to your face. You struggled for few minutes with a cigaret. It broke in the middle and you cursed under your breath, searching pockets for another one. Even then it took you few annoyed and nervous moments to light it up. Smoke filled your already fucked up lungs and you breathed more easily, if that was believable.

You leaned further down on the railing of a small bridge. Because of the shitty weather, it was all yours. River under the bridge was inky grey and flowed faster than usual. It had been raining almost nonstop for a week now, and you hoped this whole shitty town you lived in would be flooded and everyone who lived there would die.

"If you're planning to kill yourself then this bridge us too low. Water here is shallow too, although it doesn't look like it," you looked up, surprised to see anyone. A young asian man with bright red umbrella held above both of your heads. He was smiling and only then did your brain catch up the words he had said.

"Don't worry about me, I have too much to live for," you laughed huskily. You wondered what the stranger was still doing there, can't he just leave? Some people have way too much free time.

"Doesn't look like it," the nerve of that punk. You were far too tired to argue, so you just shrugged.

"Ain't my job to convince you. Shouldn't you be going home or something?" You decided to use the fact how young he looked against him. "Little kids shouldn't be out alone."

"I'm probably older than you," you looked over. Didn't look like it. Hah, you were using that punk's words against him now. Take that. Okay that was childish. "And if you really want to do it then about six blocks from here is another one. Bridge I mean."

"Shouldn't you try to stop me or something?"

"Why? It's your life," you laughed again and put your cigaret out against the railing. That punk was good.

"Who are you kiddo? And shouldn't you have something better to do than annoy people while they enjoy the scenery," you motioned at the poor view of rainy, foggy town and dirty river. Charming.

"I had a friend like you once," he suddenly said. "I guess you could say  I worry about everyone now." So it was like that. You felt bad about asking. It must have been like prying open an old wound.

"Sorry," you didn't know what else to say. What were you supposed to say anyways? Everyone else always seemed to know.

"Nah. So, are you getting married today?" He motioned at the large white dress you were wearing. By now it was dripping wet and heavy, smeared with powdery ash at places, hem dirty with mud from puddles.

"I think I was supposed to," you fiddled with your jacket for another cigaret. Today just felt like pack-in-hour day. "But I ran away."

"Must have been hard," you grinned and in the light of match you used for lighting up cigaret, your smile looked sinister.

"It actually was. We've been together since high school. That's," you counted quickly. "Over ten years now."

"What happened? If you don't mind telling me," who the heck was this kid? He was pretty good listener, so you assumed he was psychology student or something.

"I think I didn't love him anymore. But it was so much easier to just stay there and pretend I did than to walk away. And then he proposed and I had gotten so comfortable I said yes," you brushed off the wet hair on your face. "God I am selfish. And horrible."

"I've seen worse," you chuckled. "And you finally got it together, didn't you?"

"That's the dress I just tried on. The wedding was supposed to be in a month or so. But I was such a goddamn bitch that I went from the trying today straight home and told him it was off."

"That's not being a bitch," you dropped the cigaret on the pavement and put it out with your heel. "That's being honest."

"Thanks. That's the nicest thing anyone has said to me in..." you thought for a moment. "I don't even know how long time. I just wish I had done it earlier."

"At least you did it know. Remember I said I had a friend like you once. He never got a chance to say a lot of things,"

"I'm sorry," it was bit awkward. You never knew how to deal with those situations.

"Oh I didn't mean that," he started to laugh and then looked at the sky and closed his umbrella.  "He wouldn't have wanted anyone to be sorry for him anyway." He looked at you again. "Sorry for asking but what will you do now?"

"I actually thought about it already. I already apologised to him for the wedding, so now I have to clear up everything related to it. To be honest he looked as relieved as I was."

"And then?"

"I have no idea. Maybe I'll go traveling. I have no job at the moment so no attachments. And I've always wanted to see more of India," you grinned. That actualky sounded like a plan.

"I'm glad. I knew you weren't the person to be sad for long," you didn't understand what he was ralking about but before you could ask he continued. "But I'll better go now. It was nice to talk to you."

"It was," you smiled and then looked over your shoulder and saw your mum coming towards you. "Well I'll better get going now. She's probably worried." But when you looked back there was no one, just a red umbrella standing against the railing.

You looked confusedly around, even looking over the railing in case he somehow managed to jump soundlessly. Nothing. You picked the umbrella up and walked to your mum.

"Honey are you alright? I was so worried. You should have told me earlier," she took a bright green scarf from her bag and wrapped it around your neck. "And now you'll get sick too. Let's go home and get that dress off you."

You looked for a second over your shoulder before hurrying after your mother, who was already talking about some hot tea. You thought you saw someone standing in the fog, but you weren't really sure.

Two weeks later you left for the longest hiking trip you had ever been. After it was over you started to work as a phorographer and traveled the rest of the world. You didn't marry until you were seventy, but you adopted five children. You were happy.