Also this fic contains heavy spoilers for One Piece. Reader beware.
First off, what the fuck?
First, you die, second, you almost die again to some kinky Venom impersonator, and third, now you're being looked at like you just killed God.
Well, you might've punched the exorcist out of pure fear, but it was his fault for being so scary. He had no right to wave a knife around you like that, and you were sure he was going to 'banish the demon' by banishing your heart from your chest.
Also, you had never seen someone's soul leave their body so fast in the moment you even approached the priest to scare him off. No regrets.
But now you were alone in a room with the king of the kingdom, apparently.
Who was also your dad? Weird shit.
He was the only one who didn't seem bothered in the slightest by the new arms that were absolutely going to be haunting you in the coming future. They were indeed a very inky black and still had the effect where it didn't allow light to shine on it.
It really is freaky...
You had your brows scrunched up as you gave your new arms an experimental wiggle. Yeah... those were your arms now. With full feeling in both of them. Bummer. You weren't a doctor, but you were sure that you could perform an emergency amputation.
The arms were more or less the same and looked relatively identical to your actual arms. but the main thing you noticed was that the nails on your hands were just a bit more pointed. Not that much to be worried about, but enough to the point where you could notice.
Your only goals now were to live the most batshit insane life you could imagine while not being suspicious.
Sure, you woke up in your fifteen-year-old body and absolutely hated and loved that you just subtracted ten years of your life, but whoever the previous soul that inhabited the body or the person that replaced you would be the one that other people knew.
Way to be isekai'd- you must've gotten pasted against the ground by a truck for your good deeds on planet earth.
"(Name), have you been... well? Is everything doing alright?"
"Huh?" you snapped out of your thoughts and looked at the hulking figure of the man before you. You hoped that you weren't smiling evilly to him. That was a habit that was difficult to drop.
"Uh, yeah, dad, I'm fine." Shit, was that suspicious? I don't think it was.
He was mildly concerned at your reply, but relatively unaffected, however. Must've been used to this, the poor sap. He looked like he had been through the wringer. "The maids told me that you appeared to be having a nightmare."
"Nothing of the sort. I just, uhm..." you thought of a lie as fast as you could. "I just really don't like... rats. I had a dream about rats." sorry Remmy. I didn't mean it.
"... I see." His eyes didn't leave yours. "So, you're alright."
Oh, shit oh fuck how do I fix this? You cleared your throat and smiled at him, trying to hide your new arms with your main set. "Are you okay, dad?"
Your tone, your posture, it was clear that he was gradually being affected by this. The one emotion that was constant was just confusion and concern. Soon enough, annoyance. You were pretty good at annoying people.
He was now rubbing his temples with his fingers, appearing to be more miffed. "I'm fine, (Name)."
"You don't look fine–"
"It finally happened. Didn't it?"
Huh?
You started sweating immediately in your very pretty and pristine sleepwear. "Pardon? Come again?"
Your time has come. god is dead and the devil killed him–
"Your curse. He told me about it when he learned that you had been born."
"Curse- What?"
He clearly had other pressing matters, because he moved past the topic before you could even protest.
"Nothing, nothing. Just don't worry. I've already told the maids to never speak of what they've seen. Don't show your siblings this, they'll freak out and become more scared of you then they already are."
Ouch. "Already are?" You knew you scared children, but what did the previous (y/n) do before you? Was she a menace? A devious bastard?
He facepalmed, "How can you forget about your father like this?
You put on a serious expression.
"I have amnesia."
He gave you the most "what the fuck" face you had ever had the honor of seeing. But even you grew slightly uncomfortable at his stare. By some miracle he complied. Somewhat.
"Your father? Crooner? As in Captain Cloud Crooner, the same man whose pirate ship was originally a Marine warship that he stole in broad daylight. The same man who survived the women of Amazon Lily Island? The same man who beat Shanks in a fight, and disappeared off the face of the planet?"
You tried to look like you already knew this information– wait a minute.
Marine? Amazon Lily? Shanks?
"Right, I'm messing with you." your eyebrows creased as you smiled in an unnerving manner. "The great Crooner, who has a bounty right under Red Haired Shanks."
He only sighed.
"Alright, see you later." you stood up and brushed off the front of your clothes.
You were gonna head out now. You had overstayed your welcome and needed a moment to process the information that you were receiving. You quickly exited the lavish room and tugged a new robe over you, with sleeves large enough to hide your arms.
Captain C. Crooner
You knew a lot about him
He was exactly 213 cm, or around 7'6, had hair that more or less resembled clouds most of the time, was as ripped as any usual pirate was, and had a thirst for any type of love he could get his hands on. He was a C cup.
He wore the (in)famous captain's coat of Gol D. Roger like a sign of pride, and he's the personification of lust itself and yet managed to put on the act like he's never done the sinful hokey pokey with anyone before. Crooner was a loud and boisterous man who clearly had no chill when it came to mildly attractive people giving him one second of attention.
You know this because you wrote his damn character sheet at three in the morning on a Tuesday, eyes burning because you had just finished crying since you failed hard on a science test and decided to take it out on your friends by forcing them to know about your manwhore of a character.
You knew exactly where he was. Crooner wasn't "wiped off the face of the planet" or anything like that. He was just a drama queen. Crooner was hiding on an island near Amazon Lily because of a really, really fragile truce that he made. Dumbass. Makes sense that he was your father.
Primarily because you wrote a fanfiction that you were currently living through
And that world was in One Piece, one of the newest animes you had started watching (you just finished the Marine ford War)
And you could spend time with your fictional crushes
And... oh my god you could see Shanks and Mihawk couldn't you?
Life was good
Death was the best thing that had ever happened to you
Now you were lightly skipping down the hall, feeling lively and more fruity than usual as you were about to embark on your new mission: figure out the layout of your home.
So, my dad's a whore... and my mom got the Disney treatment. I don't remember writing anything about having siblings. And I definitely don't remember him. You glanced behind you at your father's chambers.
Whatever gods had decided that it was your turn to join the circus had clearly messed with your act a bit. You already knew more than you needed to know, but still had even more questions.
What you knew: Crooner was your dad, your father (he put up with you for fifteen years, king shit) had been told that this weird arm thing was normal, and you had, what, four or five years before the whole "thing" began. You weren't supposed to have demon arms, though.
What you didn't know: If you had a demon in your body still. You still thought so but were unsure. If there was, it'd be a pervert. Also, you wondered if the straw hat crew would actually by picking your sorry ass up. If not, that was fine. You'd only have to tear apart every island you came across to find them.
You were only half kidding
And looking at your arms, which sadly had no muscles when you flexed, you realized that you wouldn't be able to take the easy way out of this.
I'll think about training later. I'm probably going to give up after a day or two anyways, so I might as well explore.
Walking outside was nice. You had gotten through most of the rooms in your gigantic house (which was really just a mansion), immediately forgot the layout, and then decided that you were done altogether with trying to figure out where you lived.
You ended up walking into the woods, and just like Zoro, you were sure that you would never be leaving the woods unless someone came to save you.
What were you doing? You had no idea. Many might've described your attitude as 'fuck around and find out', and that had probably started when you were fresh out the womb.
You busied yourself with walking across a fallen log that was situated over a lovely flowing river. It was scenic. Being lost didn't really matter when you had evil plans to make over a nice little moving body of water.
"Huh..."
You craned your head to the side, stepping off of the log daintily, and looking through the trees. It was noon, right? Are shadows supposed to be that dark?
"Yes."
"Oh, okay." you started walking again.
Then you stopped
Did I-?
Did you-?
Did I just hear something? You clapped your hands over your mouth and looked. Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?
"No."
Ah, okay. Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull. "WHAT–"
Your new arms were clamped over your mouth now. You thought you were about to be fighting for your life again. Before you were about to elicit severe harm (you were going to start biting), the voice that had answered you, silenced you.
"I just want to talk."
DIDN'T YOU SAY YOU WANTED TO EAT MY SOUL? You were currently reliving the memory, traumatized. Not cool of it to want to eat you. Hot, but unwelcomed.
A deep chuckle resonated within you again. "I was only speaking my mind. Your soul looks very appetizing."
I-I'm fifteen. What do you plan on doing with that soul, demon–
"NOT LIKE THAT, YOU PERVERT!" The voice, or more accurately, demon, had lost all of its haughtiness the moment you thought that.
If it could read your mind, then it'd have a fun time when you finally got a glorious chance to see Red Haired Shanks, the sugar daddy.
"I regret taking up this position."
Aside from being scared shitless, you were enjoying this. It stopped covering your mouth the moment it knew that you had no intention to scream anymore. You were feeling silly now. Like a little fucker.
Testing the waters would be the best option. "Are you gonna hurt me at all? Beat my ass?"
Somehow, you could see it smiling. A devious little smile, but with nothing malicious behind it. "I won't hurt any more, and any 'harm' will mostly be pinches or punches here and there, (Name). I promise."
That was less reassuring than you thought it would be. Actually, it was a little alarming. Why were pinches and punches in the same category? What was beyond that? Was it going to stab you when you were sleeping--
"I promise." it restated.
"Right, sure. I should trust you." You kicked off your sandals and started wading around in the river. Goosebumps formed on your legs when you came in contact with the chilly water. "What's your name? You a boy? A girl? Non-binary? Anything else?"
"I use masculine pronouns but refer to me as what you wish. I don't mind." His elegance returned again.
"Okay Babygirl."
"Anything but that."
You were snickering at his tone. More like cackling like a witch. You had gone from wading in the water to trying to snatch anything that moved beneath you. "Your name then. What's your name?"
"My name is Kosai."
"Okay then... I like using nicknames. What about if I call you Koko?"
(google) Translation:
Ko → Child
He was simmering with anger. It was so easy, and you could feel his rage. You were fucking with him, and it was clear as day. Kosai would be putting a cap on that anger and use it for later, when you truly deserved another ass beating.
"You... May. I will strangle anyone else who finds out and refers to me that way."
So, the nickname wasn't that bad! A feeling of joy unexpectedly made your cheeks puff out in excitement. "Alright then. Koko, why are you here?"
His answer was short.
"To guard you." You waited for further elaboration. Yet you received none. "There are things I can't tell you, (Name)."
"Unfair. Isn't this my body that you're inhabiting? I have a right to know your fucked up little secrets."
"You do not."
"I'll whoop your ass."
"You cannot. You already tried."
A minnow darted through your fingers and down the stream, scales shimmering in the light of the afternoon sun. You huffed. "Unfair." It really was fair. You had called him cursed spaghetti, after all. Kosai hummed contentedly from somewhere in your chest.
His voice was smooth. "I can still inform you about other things."
"Huhu... Can you, like, leave my body? Will the arms disappear?"
"I can leave your body, and you won't be harmed by it. The arms, however, will stay. That is the 'curse' of your father, Crooner."
You picked up a rock. What was the curse anyways? Everyone seemed to know but you. Was the curse just the arm thing? Whatever it was, he left that vague too, instead choosing not to answer. That would be fun or horrible to figure out later, depending on what it would do to your body.
You cracked your neck from side to side. "You do know that... This place is like..." Not real? You couldn't risk anyone overhearing that bit. That would be an existential crisis and a half.
He hummed again. "It's as real as you are right now, (Name). Just in a different universe."
"Oh...Kay." About that, you were still too dumb to understand.
Right when you were about to ask the million beri question ("why am I here, loser?"), you were rudely interrupted by a group of snot nosed children. They stared at you when they reached your cute little clearing. You stared right back at them. You were now in a staring contest with a group of what looked to be seven-year old's.
"Uh, hi," you greeted. The kids flinched and scooted back about a foot, hiding back behind the trees. You sweat dropped. "What? It's not like I'm going to bite you guys or anything."
"(Name), you are a PRINCESS."
FUCK. You did absolutely nothing to change your posture or the way you spoke. Instead, you just smiled a bit less awkwardly. "I can leave if you want if this is your secret hangout spot."
"I-IT'S NOT!!"
Oh, it was, wasn't it?
"IT'S TOTALLY NOT!!"
It totally was.
One of the kids was beadily staring at you. "Who's Babygirl?"
You had to leave right now.
You picked up your sandals. "I think my washing machine is calling me."
"For the love of god, (Name)."
Flustered, you tried to leave. But alas, as the title of the chapter says, there are things that need to be fulfilled. Your foot made a particularly loud crunch on the end of the log. You blanched. What was that?
On the last step of the log, you rolled your ankle and your face smashed into the dirt. The beautiful log with a lovely blanket of moss over it decided that its time was up, as it casually burst into flames that rose higher than how tall you stood. From your temporary dirt grave on the ground, you looked up at the flames.
The children screamed at the fire, pointing at it and shouting.
"PUT IT OUT, PUT IT OUT--"
"GET WATER!"
"WHERE IS THE WATER?!"
"SHE'S A WITCH!"
One started wailing. "RUUUUUN!!"
Your face was warmed by the flames. What in fuck's name is going on.
"That's another one of your abilities, (Name). You can't control it, and it happens randomly." Kosai casually informed, like he was sitting on a throne and smoking a cigar. Why did that remind you of someone? Meh, you'll question that later. Maybe if you threw yourself on top of the fire, he'd tell you.
"Burn."
You shrugged. Fair.
While the children fled the scene and went to go spread propaganda to you to the rest of the village, the fire died down relatively fast. It extinguished completely by the time you stood up to get a better look at it. There were scorch marks all over the wood, and there was a circle that was completely charred. It gradually fell to pieces through the middle, revealing a gaping hole. You didn't like that you recognized it.
The memory was so fresh in your mind, how could you possibly forget?
"This is an ability from the higher ups, who intend to make this more fun for their entertainment. In random instances, you can see the future with perfect accuracy. Only you can decipher it, and you can decide if you want to change it or not."
Portgas D. Ace
Fire. War. Screaming. Crying. Gunshots, gunpowder, the thick and heavy smoke in the air. Hope, despair. You remembered exactly how it was like. All the death, everyone dying. Luffy having to endure. Graves having to be dug.
You had a reason to start training now
You weren't going to let that happen to him. And you didn't care if you were going to be the one who took his place.
This world was your personal playground now.
And there was nothing that anyone could do to stop you.