21:: Roaring Fire. The Princess's Savior(s) and The Return of Luffy's Art

(AN: this is sersioudly the first time ive written an honest to goodness fight scene. Okay these few times but this is different. I have the scenes in my head, but its getting really hard for me to get it down. Please no H8 and this may be short. Idk cuz im writing this before I started writing the chapter….)

<Sanji>

“Anti-Manner Kick Course!” I yelled, kicking Clanford right in the jaw and sending him flying upwards. He spiraled into the air with a trail of blood, only to flip around, kitchen knives in hands. The spun in his hands, turning into a silvery blur before he threw them at me. I barely dodged the flying blades. In the process, Clanford landed gracefully on his hands and used them as a springboard to flip him back into the air and into hid feet. Knives flashed and he was at my throat.

“Can’t do anything when you’re up against a wall, huh cook?” Clanford grinned.

“You’re an idiot, you know that right?” I spat the cigarette into his eye. He yelped and flinched. Perfect opening.

“Collier!”  I sent a kick at him right in the neck. He flung back and went through the counter, sending wood and marble flying. I put my foot down on his chest, his heartbeat racing underneath my foot.

“I don’t like how you treat these ladies, and now I’ll kick some manners into you.”

His dark eyes widen, dissipation forming along his hairline, mingling with his head wound.

Then he smiled. “I don’t think so. I treat the ladies very nicely. It’s you who doesn’t know when to quit.”

“What?” I arched my eyebrow.

“Take a look at your crew. You flatter the women, make them feel special with all that special treatment like their goddesses and all, but really they’re taking you for granted. You’re a slave to them, Sanji.”

I gaped then shook my head. “No, I’m a slave to love.”

He sighed, “Sanji, Sanji, Sanji. I feel so bad for you. You throw everything you got to be with those ladies, who you don’t even have a chance with any of them!”

“What are you talking about? Nami-san, Robin-chan, and Rhythm-dono will fall beautiful head over heels for me one day! And I will be there to catch them.” I sighed.

“You’re eyes are hearts. I can see why they wouldn’t want you. You’re blinded by your own passion, and unable to see those little things in life besides woman. As a cook, you have duties. What is your dream, Sanji?”

“To find the All Blue,” I took my foot off of him.

“Then go get your dream! Chase that instead of women! Now what will be your first step to accomplish your goal?” Clanford sat up and crossed his legs.

“To travel the Grand Line with my crew to find it. And when I do, I’ll go back to the Baratie and prove to everyone its real.” I sat down too.

“And now tell me, what part do women play in this besides helping you pass down your lineage?”

“They’re angels of-“

“Don’t start with that,” Clanford cut him off, “Now I’m going to tell you a story about a guy who was in a situation like yours.”

(AN: I think I just made the OP Dr. Phil . . .)

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&Usopp&

The clone guy sent clone after clone at us. I knocked them down with different Boshi combos, but more replaced them. Chopper was knocking them down with Horn Point and Heavy Point, using Brain Point for quick getaways. They wouldn’t stop.

We were literally up against a wall.

“Good, you stopped running.” Saito’s clones disappeared, leaving the real one grinning at us.

I pulled out my slingshot and aimed.

He shook his head, “Not going to-“

He was cut off when something large and squishy came crashing through the wall. Chopper and I screamed in unison as our eyes popped out of our heads. The big squishy pinkish thing flapped around, followed by another, and another.

“It-it’s Luffy’s art!” I screamed when I saw what it was. A large ugly looking octopus thing that looked almost excacly like the drawing Luffy made earlier.

“Takoyaki!” Chopper gasped.

“What?” I asked.

“Luffy, Zoro, Rhythm and I met that thing in the forest. It attacked Luffy and I and Zoro and Rhythm helped us get out. And it was the animal trainer that got me!” Chopper explained.

“The animal-“

“Penelope! You didn’t have to be so rough! I just wanted to get in, now Witch is going to have a fit . . .” A booming voice yelled. Luffy’s art cringed at the voice.

“L-Leslie!” Chopper tensed, his hoof reaching behind him as though about to take out a Rumble Ball.

“Dr. Chopper, I’m terribly sorry what I did to you earlier. Do you think you can find it in your heart to forgive me?” The man that just came through the hole said.

“You were with the pirate’s the entire time, huh?” Chopper shot daggers with his eyes at the  man in rainbow suspenders.

His droopy eyes narrowed, “I’m not, actually. I’m just working with them for the time being like your friend Nobody.”

“How’d you-?” I asked.

“It’s good to know who your enemy is. Now Saito, which one are you fighting because I’ll take the other.”

“I’ll fight the long-nose, you can take the talking tanuki,” Saito gestured towards us.

“I’m a reindeer!” Chopper snapped.

“He’s a reindeer!” Leslie snapped at the same time.

“But fine, I’ll take him. Penelope! Grab him,” Leslie ordered.

Apparently, Penelope was what Luffy’s art was really called.

Penelope let out a squawking roar, more like a hawk than whatever noise an octopus makes. I yelled and raised Pachinko, aiming for the large eye.

“I’m your opponent, long-nose!” Saito jumped in front of the shot, the clone disappearing into a puff of smoke. Just at that moment, Luffy’s art- I mean Penelope decided to grab Chopper and run for it.

“Damn,” I hissed.

“Keep your eyes on me, long-nose!” Saito yelled. There was a flash of silver in the air and a sharp pain on my cheek. I was frozen stiff when the small throwing knife was imbedded in the stone a millimeter from my face.

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$Nami$

“Mirage Tempo!”

There was six of me, ranging in different sizes. Miss Jasminez spun around and tried to figure out which one was the real me, whip coiled in her hand.

“Brat, you can’t hide from me!” she lashed out, her whip taking down two mirages.

“Or can I?” I and the remaining Nami’s smirked. “You have to find me before the storm hits.”

“Storm?” She looked around, then up and gasped.

A large black cloud was forming right above her head. Four Nami’s spun the Clima-Tact and tossed a Thunder ball into the cloud.

Lightning rained down on Miss Jasminez. She screamed out as she twitched and jerked in pain as the lightning hit her to the core, her whole frame lighting up.

She fell to the ground, burnt to a crisp.

I sighed and wiped my hand across my head, the other three Mirages disappearing.

“That was too easy,” I murmured. I turned and started walking back up the hallway, stiletto heels clicking loudly on the stone floors.

Something grabbed my ankle and made me trip. I yelped as I fell face-down, hands out to cushion the fall. A sharp pain shot through my left wrist. I rolled over, to find Miss Jasminez on her feet, breathing hard and covered in scortch marks. Her perfect lavender hair was a bit frizzy.

“Damn you bitch!” she started yanking me towards her with her whip (which was the cause of my fall). “You ruined my hair!”

A knife was in her hand. I was at her feet now with a throbbing wrist and a skinned leg, heart racing as she plunged the knife downward.

#Robin#

The fire roared behind me as I ran into the castle, closing the doors with the help of some extra hands. When the heavy back doors were shut, blocking out all the smoke and fire, I coughed and wiped some soot off my jeans and tank top.

I know I didn’t get them all, but at least most of them were gone. I tucked Sanji’s lighter into my cleavage and took off running to find the prisoners.

^Chopper^

I was back in Penelope’s clutches. I couldn’t use a Rumble Ball because I would need it to fight Leslie. I screamed as I was bashed in the head. Stars danced across my vision.

“Dammit! I’m too weak!” I cried out.

“You may be, but you’re an interesting specimen,” Leslie said. He stood atop of Luffy’s art’s head, hands behind his back and drooping eyes narrowed.

Penelope stopped waving me around and held me up to Leslie’s face. “Why are you with these creeps?” I asked.

“I made a deal with them a few years back. I don’t want to be a pirate, so I decided to be an acquaintance of theirs. I get power; they get animal expertise and power. I’ll get rich; they’ll get what they want. It all works out in the end.”

“You make no sense but at the same time I get what you’re saying.”

“Now that made no sense!” he snapped. “I think Penelope will smash you to pieces. And since I want your head, I’ll send another animal after you.” He whistled loudly with his fingers. Penelope let me down, giving me a chance to scramble to my feet and listen for the sound of an approaching . . . whatever.

Hooves and a war call. What is this?

Then out of the forest came a-

“Centaur!” I screeched.

“Yes, a centaur. Borgan here suffered a terrible head injury as a young centaur, making him loose most of his common sense and, well, any sense at all except basic survival instinct. With proper training, he’s my own dog with a bow and arrow.” Leslie explained.

“Usopp saw him running across the water . . .” I whispered. So it wasn’t an illusion. Then again . . .

“Yes and no. My bet whale shark, Shakey, was swimming at the time with Borgan on his back and came here.”

“Such a simple explanation!” I yelled.

XZoroX

“Why do you have this?” The anger was barely contained in my voice, hands holding the old paper. There were two main creases going through the paper, soft there where the paper has been folded and unfolded over and over. The vertical line ran through the center, right through the horizontal line that split the paper through the center. The corners and sides were battered and torn, crisp from age. The rest was slowly yellowing.

“That, is what I long to see. I’ve had my eyes taken from me in Impel Down. I got that shortly before I was blinded, and I still keep it. It was my ticket to freedom from that hellhole.”

“Ticket to freedom . . .” I muttered.

“I’ve always liked men, but this changed my perspective. I think-” a tree fell over “-the only one I’d fuck.”

I folded back up the paper and tucked into my haramaki.

“Hey don’t keep it! That’s my treasure!” Sterling grabbed his sword and raised it, blade once again inflamed.

“You can get another one later,” I said, putting Wado into my mouth.

“You’re dead, Roronoa. I don’t think I want to fuck with you anymore,” Sterling spat. “Taking my treasure, how rude! But I still want a good French kiss right in my-“

“Shut up! Tora Gari*!” Shuusui sliced through the flesh of his torso, making Sterling scream.

“Oh fuck!” he yelled out, clutching his bleeding torso. “Feels so hmmm~ good!” He threw his head back with his mouth open and moaned.

“I can defiantly see why he would be in Impel Down,” I muttered.

“Now, how about the paper? Then maybe I won’t fuck you as hard.”

“I thought you said you didn’t want-“

“Oh I do,” he licked his fingers, the ones soaked in the blood from his torso. “I was being sarcastic.”

“Well I’m slicing your ass up!” I yelled.

Four swords in all clashed with a force so powerful it blew out some of the fire; but not all of it. He was strong. Really strong. But if I can’t beat this guy, then how will I ever beat Mihawk?

*Luffy*

I grasped the vines at my neck and pulled hard. Witch just stood there and watched, waiting for me to die.

“Shit!” I hissed. My head thrummed and my vision was getting worst. I needed air, and I needed it now.

“Gomu-Gomu no~” I gasped, flinging my leg back. “Muchi*!”

My leg caught Witch and sent him flying. The vines around me unwrapped themselves and snaked across the ground. They sprung into the air and twisted them into a net which caught Witch and set him down.

“Whew, that was a scare.” Witch said.

“Gomu-Gomu no~,” I launched my arm back, preparing to hit him.

“Budō Hata*,” Witch waved his hand.

“Rifle!” Twisting my arm around, the vines and my fist clashed together, sending a huge shock wave.

“Not so fast, rubber man!” Witch grinned, “Majo no Kami*!”

Very thin, angel-hair pasta-like strands of vines slithered out from under my feet and started climbing up me like grapevines on a stick. I tried shaking them off, but I just kept getting weaker.

“What is this?” I gasped, “Kairoseki?”

“No, my dear boy. This is a vine plant called Witches hair. It grows in warmer climates, and like a fungi, it absorb the energy of the larger plant it latches onto.”

(AN: I love this plant a lot for some weird reason. Looks really cool, too. I first leanred about it at camp a couple years ago on a nature hike, and a couple months ago I was walking with my friend around the reservoir and I saw some of it growing in the cacti on the hill next to us and I was all “OMG I can so see Witch using that as a weapon.” I just realized why I named him Witch, too. Witches hair . . . Witch . . . hmmm . . .)

  “Oh, so a mystery plant. Hey it’s turning orange, so it must be dying,” I tried yanking my arm away from Witche’s vines, but he just held tighter. The plant at my feet just crawled up my body, now a pale orange coloring to it. My vision swam again, the world spinning as the plant was at my thighs.

“No, rubber boy. It means the plants getting stronger, and you’re getting weaker. Now I can take you down without the pain of you coming back up again.”

He retracted his left arm, the one not holding me. “Budoupanch*!” Vines interlaced around his own fist to make it a good 50 times bigger than the original size and punched me.

I flew back and hit the pillar behind me, going through the wall. The mystery plant around my legs were still growing.

“Get off me!” I tried prying them off but they just started growing around my hands. My skin was encased in the plant started turning yellowish as the flesh got all wrinkly.

“Shit!”

“I just need the sealing kiss and I will have my wife,” Witch strolled over to the girl and grabbed her roughly by the arm.

“No! Please, I’m not going through with this, ja! Leave me and my country alone, ja!” she cried out, trying to pry her slim arm from his grasp.

“No,” He leaned down.

“HELP!” she cried.

“Huh?”  I jumped up, legs wobbly from the mystery plant. I then started running as fast as I could towards them.

“Let her go! Gomu-Gomu no~” I launched my arms back.

Witch leaned closer to her face, closing in for the official kiss. “As long as there’s a witness, this will be official,” he smirked as their lips were inches from each other.

“Baazoooka~!” My arms snapped forward and hot Witch right in his stomach, sending him and the girl flying. They flew off the roof.

I grabbed the edge and pulled myself back, “Gomu-Gomu no~ Rocket!” I flew after them.

The girl was falling downward, screaming as her  silvery gossamer viel  and tiara fell from her face. Long, deep black hair fell from its tight not and was like a set of wings, its indigo hue shining in the fiery glow of the roaring flames surrounding the palace and the dress like a cloud around her perfect body. I wouldn’t be able to catch her.

Instead I flew into Witch, knocking him down from the air and towards the roaring flames. We crash landed painfully in a clearing, imprinting the ground and sending rocks and dirt flying everywhere.

The girl will die. The fall was too high and no one would catch her in time as she spiraled to the ground, scream ripped from her delicate throat and into the sky.

 %Narrator%

The princess was so close to the ground, crying as she was going to die just like that before she could do anything for her country.

There was a flash of black and white, along with a tiny crescent moon ruby.

Something, or someone collided with the  princess in midair.  They fell down the ground together, the person’s arms protecting the princess.

Blood floated in the air where they were a second ago, spiraling from them as they were a hundred feet from the ground. Eighty feet . . . Fifty feet . . .

Something cushioned their fall, springing them back up and landing again. The princess was on top, her landing soften by her savior.

“Huh?” her black hair covered her face, but tears were dripping down her chin.

Her savior flipped them over, forcing Amaya back-first on the ground.

“Well, I guess Miss Princess here is a bit of a clutz.” Her savior stated. A droplet of blood fell from their head and onto her cheek. She flinched.

“Who-“ Amaya asked, gasping for air and trying to hold back tears.

“I’m The Beat, proud musician of the Straw Hat pirates.”

Rhythm raised her head, wide, crooked grin on her face and malice in her eyes. Blood dripped from her hairline as there was some drying on her cheek, splattered by who knows what. This deep eyes sent shiveres down Amayas spine, the ones of a monster in battle.

Rhythm D. jade was still cooling down from her most recent, one of her most ferocious battles in a while.

That ruby crescent moon earing, a crimson in the firelight. The light danced across its faced surface, except the tiny deep crimson spots along the bottom.

The * as they appear in order:

Collier- Collar

Tora Gari- Tiger Hunt

Gomu-Gomu no Muchi- Gum-Gum Whip

Budō Hata- Vineyard

Majo no Kami- Witches Hair

Budoupanch- Grape Punch (AN: see what I did there. AH hahaha!)