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3rd POV
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A hand drawn map sat in front of the blue haired man as he studied it. In one hand he held a half eaten apple which he raised to take another bite from. The bangs of his hair were held back with a red bandana to keep out of his eyes. Over his clothing he wore a black cloak with the hood down currently.
He frowned and tilted his head as he tried to understand his scribbles. It was rather unfortunate that he had not been blessed with the same artistic talent that his younger sister possessed. Rather, it seemed to be quite the opposite. His drawing was so terrible that it was completely illegible.
Even to him.
"They'll get lost if they have to read that." He sighed, picking up the paper with his free hand and crumbling up the paper. "I'd just have to guide them." His nose crinkled and he fell backwards as a sneeze attacked. A groan escaped him as he sniffled.
"I'll kill him." Makoto mumbled to himself, "Damn bastard got me sick."
Taking another bite mid-sniffle, he didn't bother to sit back up and instead looked at the sky. He'd been on this island for about a week now. Most of the information of the inner layout had been gathered and was ready to share. The others were set to arrive any day now. He could have sworn he had brought someone with him, but he must have been mistaken.
It was far easier for Makoto to gather quick information to give with his devil fruit. He had set the safe spot he currently is in for his teleportation should be be spotted. His main concern was to not run into Sugar, thankfully his devil fruit gave him leverage over her devil fruit.
Though he couldn't draw out a legible map, which he supposed they were used to, his information would be enough to quickly complete the mission. With this mission completed, Makoto was going to receive some more information about his parents. Ivankov had promised they would give out the information to Makoto after the completion of this mission.
It had taken them years to confirm if his parents were alive. Now, he would have the location of where they've been hiding and hopefully why.
Once he had that information, then he'd tell his siblings everything. He'd likely leave once he gets the rest of his information he needs anyway. They would understand him going after his parents. Even if he had to join the Revolutionary Army to gather the information he needed.
Sato would be happy to finally be in the loop, and Makoto knew he'd feel relief for being able to come clean. Then they could perhaps join their sister for a while. Make sure the crew is treating her right, maybe even convince her to go with them for a bit.
A smile formed on Makoto's face as he thought of the upcoming future. Things were looking up from here.
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Sato hated being below the deck. It gave him panic attacks and made him extremely anxious. The only way he could be coaxed to go below deck was if he was with someone he knew to be safe. Though, there was apparently another way.
He kept his eyes closed as he tried to focus on his breathing. His hands were bound together by chains and any objects he had on him had been confiscated. Even his clothes had been changed into the nightmarish loose fitting ones that he remembered from before and his hair had been forced out of its ponytail and forced to hang loose.
His stomach rumbled in pained hunger, reminding him of the need for food which he would not receive. How long has it been now? A week? Or had he lost count and it's only been a few days? Perhaps he was lucky and it had really been a couple of weeks.
Surely the message had been relayed to Mitsu.
Though if it had, he was sure that Makoto would have found a way to him by now. If she hadn't received the message, then was she okay herself?
Sato knew he was in a bad situation himself, but he hoped his sister wasn't in a bad one either.
His eyes opened when the latch to the door opened. Light flooded into the room as the door slowly opened. A woman stood by the frame.
"Time for training." She responded. "You're lacking due to your time away."
Sato stood up, not allowing his shaking to show from his hunger. "What a joyish time that was." Sato's voice was scratchy and weak. His remark rewarded him with a fist to his face. He fell to the ground, his hands unable to catch him due to being restrained.
Under normal circumstances that hit wouldn't have sent Sato down. He hated how weak he felt without food for days.
"It seems that I'll need to reeducate you on your mannerisms as well." She spoke, leaning down and grasping the chain around his wrists and tugging him up. "Stand up. It's only been two weeks without anything to eat. We've got another two more weeks until we reach home."
"That's not home." He mumbled, only to be stuck down once more.
"It is. You won't be escaping again." Rather than continue to argue, the woman turned and walked back out of the door. "I'll leave you to your thoughts then. Be better prepared in an hour." Without another word she slammed the door shut, the light left the room and he was left in the dark once more.
Immediately he shut his eyes and began trying to breath correctly as his lungs wanted to stop working again. He hummed to himself quietly, hoping to rid the sound of his heartbeat thumping in his ears.
He knew he was being deliberately starved. They had made that clear to him. It was a form of punishment they claimed made you stronger. Their thoughts, only the weak of our blood die after only a month without food.
Clearly they didn't know how the human body works.
Last time he only had to survive two weeks of them starving him before he managed to escape. Rather, until he had been rescued by Uncle Shanks.
This time it was different. His Uncle wasn't actively looking for him and at this point he has to assume that Mitsu didn't get the message. Which means nobody is aware of his current status. He needed to escape on his own this time.
If that was possible.
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"You didn't slash away the dreams." Katsu mumbled, rubbing her eye as she looked up at Zoro.
He rose an eyebrow at the red haired female. "Excuse me? You didn't have any nightmare."
She paused to think it over, then slowly nodded in agreement. "Yeah..."
"Then that means I did my job." Zoro crossed his arms over his chest smirking.
With the help of the crew they've managed to get Katsu to get some sleep and eat some. However, one draw back seems to be that she was only able to sleep next to Zoro for a couple of hours at a time. Nobody has objected on it, not even Sanji, given that it seems to be helping the artist.
Chopper has tried to drag Katsu into his office multiple times to attempt to give her some therapy sessions. However the doctor isn't sure if it's helping because all she does is avoid his questions and redirect them towards other subjects. Somehow she's tricked Chopper into explaining how different poisons work on the body.
Katsu wasn't ready to talk about everything. Rather she wanted to forget about it all. That was becoming harder to do with the cause of her trauma constantly sitting on the deck of her crew's ship.
"You hungry?" Zoro asked, standing up and stretching his arms. When Katsu shook her head he nodded his head and responded, "Of course you are. Come on." Not waiting to see if she was following him, Zoro began to walk towards the kitchen.
One perk Zoro had gained from being the unofficial team lead of recovering Katsu was that Sanji couldn't give him shit for any of his demands. He's scored twice as much sake. After all, how could Sanji oppose anything when it seems that when Zoro eats anything they managed to get Katsu to eat.
Perhaps the other perk was being able to push Law out of the way. Due to Katsu's current trauma, the only doctor she's gained some trust towards again is Chopper. Which means Zoro gets to shove Law away every time he approaches the artist out of concern. It helps that he also gets to give Law a guilt trip for his plan that involved the doctor that tortured Katsu as a child.
He really didn't like seeing the two together.
While being a crutch for Katsu was concerning, Zoro was allowing it for the time being. She needed a little more time to heal and become more settled. If she needed to use him as the crutch for the time to heal, then he'd allow it. Of course once she was completely better, mentally and physically, he'd use this to tease her later on. She wasn't going to have the upper hand for long.
"Eh? Lunch time?!" Luffy called, poking his head around to look towards Zoro and Katsu as he saw them nearing the kitchen. "Wait for me!" He pulled up the fishing rod, showcasing a gasping Omasu at the end, and threw it onto the deck. The doctor gasped for breath as he laid on the deck.
Katsu stopped walking to look down at the gasping doctor. She looked back up at Zoro and Luffy, who had stopped walking as soon as she had to look at her. "Ah, I'll be right there. Let me just go grab my sketch book real quick."
Both seemed happy with her response and nodded in agreement before walking into the kitchen. However, Katsu didn't walk towards her room.
She looked down at Omasu, her face becoming void of emotion as she approached him, her hand slipping into her pocket. She approached the doctor with a vile in her hands.
He opened his eyes and looked at the person, only to grin. "Oh-"
"You wouldn't be able to hurt anyone else if you can't see." Katsu mumbled, not looking down at the vile in her hand. "You took so much away from me and a lot of others."
Reaching her hand out she caught his face and opened his mouth. Placing the vile in his mouth and clamped one hand on his mouth and the other slammed his jaw shut breaking the vile.
"I wonder if you'll go numb like I do." She mused, looking down at the doctor as he tried to squirm away. "Oh, don't worry, it shouldn't kill you. You're special. We can't have you dying."
"Katsu!"
Arms wrapped around the artist and she was dragged away from the doctor, who gasped for air as he tried to spit the liquid out. Most of which was already swallowed, so his efforts were in vain.
"What did you give him?" Chopper shouted as he looked over Omasu.
Katsu recognized the arms that were covered in tattoos. Though she stiffened for a moment, she didn't try to break out of the arms. "You said it causes blindness in some cases."
Chopper frowned, he had given her multiple poisons that did that. Then it finally clicked as to why she was so interested in such things. However, he couldn't find it in him to be mad at her.
While the rest of the crew rushed out at the call of Katsu's name, they were left shocked at the current display.
"It won't kill him." She shook her head, her eyes going down to the ground as they began to burn. Her throat was thick and it was hard to swallow as her heart hurt. "He just won't be able to hurt anyone anymore... I won't get hurt..."
"Chopper. Franky." Luffy called, making the crew look towards the Captain. He felt a rage building inside him as he saw the artist slowly breaking. "Put the bastard down in a cell."
"We don't-"
"Build it."
Nobody questioned Luffy's orders. Instead Franky left to go do so and Chopper began to look over the doctor. Law looked down at Katsu, unsure how to react. He had never seen the artist behave this way.
He already had guilt from bringing Omasu, but now it's doubled. He never felt guilty for any of his plans before. Sure, Zoro was laying the guilt on thick, but even then Law just wasn't sure why it was actually sticking to him. Law backed up from Katsu as Robin and Nami approached her. His gaze turned towards the swordsman, who narrowed his opened eye at Law before opening the kitchen door to lead Katsu and the others inside.
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End of Chapter 101!
Hey guys! I've been a bit busy with things lately, so I apologize for the lack of updates! I'm hoping to clear up some time to be able to get back onto a weekly schedule.
How'd ya'll like the chapter? I'll be honest here, I didn't plan for Katsu to poison Omasu... It just happened. However, I'm quite pleased with it personally. Oh! Let's not forget the brothers! Ya'll finally now know, officially, that Makoto has been working with the Revolutionary Army! Meanwhile, I've spread some light on Katsu and Sato's family. They seem great, right? Poor guy is going to be there for a while... I likely won't be giving you anything else from him for a while, but we'll see some more of Makoto!
To help give me some motivation, and to chance giving ya'll some power towards the story, I decided why not have a little competition? I've counted the total word count, up to chapter 100, fillers included. Whoever gets the closest number to the total word count for the first 100 chapters will either get to make an OC with me that they'd like to add into this story. Or, if you're not interested in that, you can pick a new filler series I can make to focus on. This competition will end when I post the next chapter!
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