No One Else
Straw Hats X Plus-Size Strategist Female Reader
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Genre: Angst to Fluff
Summary: Life with the Straw Hats have changed your life for the better. There was never a dull moment on board. Recently, the crew had returned after an intense battle with a bandit tribe who apparently stole something precious to everyone. However, when returning to the ship after patrolling, you overheard the crew members talking about you and, unfortunately, it wasn't all that nice to hear. Despite it all, your love and loyalty to the Straw Hats remained, even if it meant giving up your dignity or maybe even, your life.
NOTE: The following contains mentions of pedophilia, rape, violence/gore, and vulgar language. Please keep in mind this is all for entertainment purposes and the circumstances of the following are purely fiction. The author refuses liability of any offense, so please feel free to exit if you're sensitive towards any of the said topics.
⚠️DISCLAIMER⚠️: Pedophilia, gore, and mentions of rape ahead. Please read at your own discretion.
"Get back here, you bastards!"
"Check the dock!"
"Give that back, you thieves!"
Another night of new encountered enemies, another night of pure chaos.
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Monkey D. Luffy, one of most wanted and dangerous criminals known in the entire world with his just as dangerous crew, the Straw Hats. However, the vulgar and despicable image plastered on their faces contrasted from their true nature, yet no one in the world had yearned to know about it. These supppsedly ruthless, cruel pirates of such high bounties were, in actuality, immature, kindhearted folks with supernatural abilities and skills on board a ship.
Despite their incredible strengths and skills, they're more humane towards others than the World Government is with their citizens. Being the first member of the Straw Hats, yet considerably one of the strongest, had made quite the change in your life. Opposed to others, your fighting style consisted of mainly martial arts with a bit of weaponry expertise on the side, including swordsmanship. However, it's definitely not up to par with Brook, let alone Zoro. But, you had no such ambition.
Though with no Devil Fruit abilities, using your knowledge of human anatomy and sharp, almost-superhuman senses, you'd specialize in temporary paralysis, instant murder, broken limbs, basically anything that'd physically weaken your opponent. Due to your plump figure, the concept of being a master of martial arts would be the last thought in people's minds as they have a habit of underestimating the strength and flexibility of your body. As a result, you managed to make your mark during the infamous Pirate Era and your skills had brought your bounty almost as high as Robin's.
Your role on board was the Strategist, the one who'd conjure up thorough and accurate plans that'd often turn the battle into your favor. Although tonight, you were thrown off-guard considering it led to the thievery of the crew's belongings.
Having recently finished a dreadful and exhausting voyage with the Navy Headquarters on your tail, the crew ended up arriving on what seemed to be a remote island. Anchoring the ship by the shore, Luffy and the others had gone out to forage out for personal needs and it became your shift in patrolling during the night, however, the fatigue of the previous adventure began to catch up to you. You hadn't realized you fell asleep only to be waken up by the ruckus of the ship, from what it seemed to be bandits. Alongside the strange figures sat a large bag of items and from the view, you could see Nami's treasure and most dreadfully, the Jolly Roger.
Instantly engaging a fight, the thieves were quick to retreat taking the belongings with them. With no hesitation, you went after them.
Your ambition was to stay with the others until you passed, yet you don't know what this fateful night may have on store.
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Using the obvious scent and tracks the bandits left behind, it was quite the breeze to be able to track the bandits and their hideout.
Deep in the forest, what seemed to be a surface of dirt and rubble covered a passageway underground. The oblivious figures scanned their area to reassure their confidentiality before doing what seemed to be a secret knocking pattern on this rather large tile of wood underneath the surface. Once finished, the tile opened, revealing a mysterious staircase as the questionable men brought the bag of stolen belongings inside the passage. The moment the door was beginning to close, you swiftly managed to sneak yourself inside the hideout, remaining in the shadows of the dark location.
"Where's the match?" A deep, rough voice spoke.
"Got it," another answered.
Within a few moments, the rugged men managed to light up their lantern before paving down the path of what resembled to be an underground tunnel. Quietly yet quickly, you followed the group of thieves deeper into this unknown abyss.
You'd be dishonest if you claimed to be unafraid of the potential dangers at hand. The nerves in every inch of your anatomy trembled in cold sweat, quickening your breathing pattern and heart rate. Every passing second was agonizing with every step you took. The anticipation of what laid ahead almost had you surrender to unconsciousness as the anxiety became barely tolerable.
After what seemed to be an eternity, the group of thieves turned right of the tunnel, leading into a large, secluded area of more thieves. From the looks of it, it seemed that there was a banquet going on.
Tables were littered with pints filled with who knows what, plates either empty, shattered, or half-eaten, excessive laughter and cheers filled the room as the clashing of glass and music played a complementing tune. Savage dancing on the tables, unconscious bodies laying uncomfortably on the floor and stools from the constant alcohol consumption, off-key hymns being sung from the drunken tribe, their ruckus being neverending, it seemed all too similar to the chaos on the Sunny, yet it lacked the sense of innocent joy or pleasure.
You could sense the malice seeping from this unknown tribe. You remained hidden in the shadows of the tunnel, secretly analyzing how the situation would play out. Once the group of thieves made their presence known, the cheers escalated in volume as they welcomed their comrades into the festivities.
"Boss, they're back!" A voice called out.
'Boss?' You internally question.
Curious, you shifted slightly to a better view to catch a glimpse of who could be the possible boss of this group. With your figure still hidden, you saw this huge figure sitting in a much sophisticated seat compared to the poorly crafted stools for the rest of the men. Seeing the male had your heart jump to your throat as pure horror painted your expression.
There sat the Captain of Kayakalas, the well-known thieving tribe of the Grand Line, also known as Red-Hand.
He's known for his swift robberies where not even a trace of evidence is left to track him down. However, if he's ever caught, he immediately kills the witness or witnesses in cold blood, leaving a red handprint using the victim's blood on a nearby wall, tree or even their clothing.
However, he had a sadistic kick for women and children. Let's just say he'd have a little bit of "fun" before finishing the job. Involving, screams of agony, broken or torn limbs, tears and cries to end this torture as they're being penetrated in the most vile way. In fact, many of the escaped victims who've experienced it or witnessed their loved ones go through it testified that when he's too lazy or tired, he lets his underlings have their way with them.
Considering he has a whole tribe in his palm, you could say their treatment with those poor innocent bystanders would be considered way worse compared to Red-Hand.
Therefore, other than the entirety of the Kayakala tribe, the World Government identitified him as the most disgusting criminal the world had ever known.
"Ah! Did you take the treasure?" A much more threatening voice rang through the now silent room.
"Sure did, boss. But, we took some extras, if that was alright," an underling responded.
"Oh really, now? Like what?"
The underling with the large bag brought it before the male before emptying the goods. There laid a large pile of Nami's gold and the Jolly Roger.
Your heart clenched in anger and guilt seeing that you had let the crew's prized possession be stolen because of your carelessness.
The captain shrieked in joy, seeing the treasure, but most importantly, the Jolly Roger of the Straw Hats. He cackled seeing the piece of cloth.
"You managed to steal the Jolly Roger of the Straw Hats! Well done!" Red Hand complimented.
The thieves lifted their chests in pride as you quietly scoffed in agitation.
"In honor of these fine men, we shall commend a banquet and plunder the Straw Hats' ship to end the night," he commanded.
In unison, the tribe yelled in agreement as the lively atmosphere became more lively, if that was even possible. The volume of the music and cheering increased as you internally decided to silently retreat back to Sunny, reassuring yourself no one was able to detect your presence.
With your adrenaline running in regret and worry, the only thought running through your head was warning the others and regrouping to figure out how to deal with these ruthless criminals.
Finally reaching the shore, you could see light filled a room on the Sunny and the obnoxious laughter of your captain and crewmembers filled your ears, calming the tension in all of your muscles. Boarding the ship, though out of breath, you continued to run to the dining room where the light illuminated and the sounds of enjoyment radiated out of.
Huffing and puffing, you noticed the door was slightly open.
"Guys, Red Hand and hi--"
"Yeah, I don't know what the whole point of the plan was. We barely made it out of there," Sanji stated.
"Y/N was just trying to provide our options," Nami responded, irritated.
Still hidden outside, you became curious as to what they were discussing about, especially why your name was involved in the conversation.
Remaining by the somewhat closed door, you began to eavesdrop on the conversation your beloved crewmembers were having.
"But, that took away very valuable time as a usual," Zoro added.
"As much as my pride burns saying this, Moss Head's right, Nami-san. I know Y/N-san means well, but she needs to pick up the pace," Sanji inputted.
"Not like it's her fault you guys have superhuman strength," the ginger snapped.
Your heart slowly but surely broke with every word spoken.
"I don't know," the raven-haired female said. "Half of our missions were a success due to Y/N's thorough intellect."
"Wish her brain was as fast as her stamina though," the cyborg included, recalling the times your body tended to move faster than your head when fighting occurs.
"If she had any stamina," Zoro insulted.
A loud bonk echoed throughout the room as Nami's fist made contact with the swordsman's head.
"Her stamina is just fine! At least Y/N doesn't get lost every 5 seconds!" She scolds.
"How could you miss her? Everytime she runs, it feels as if there's an earthquake nearby," Sanji stated, earning a bonk from the female as well.
"Why, you little--"
Without realization, tears began to fall frequently as your fingers trembled horribly in shock.
Silent sobs began to push out of your lips as your chest tightened in pain. Hearing such words by your beloved members--no, your family-- hurt more than you thought it would.
Granted, you wasted time multiple times and stuffed up on various missions, but you didn't know it'd negatively affect the members to this extent. Second thoughts began to flood your mind as you genuinely questioned your relevance in this crew.
Slapping your palm on your mouth to remain unknown to the others, you couldn't help, but continue to eavesdrop.
"Nami's right. Everyone develops at their own pace. Plus, it doesn't help that she's always the one a little too busy dealing with the amount of stupidity on this ship," the long nose defended.
"You're one to talk, you know?" Franky dissed.
"Shut up! At least I'm not half-naked all the time, you perv!"
The shipwright chuckled smugly, finding pride in the supposed insult.
"Luffy, what do you think?" Usopp asks, turning to the captain who's literally in the middle of stuffing his face.
"Mmhhff ffmmk nnammm mmffmm."
The crew stares at their captain in disbelief until one answers.
"He said she's cool and a fun cuddle bug. He's always warm at night because of her," Chopper translated.
"Yeah, Y/N's cuddles are to die for," Nami softly compliments, sighing in content remembering the cuddle sessions you'd have together.
The reindeer and Robin nodded in agreement as they recalled their past cuddle sessions with you as well.
"Hmm, do you think Lady Y/N would allow me to see her panties if I cuddled her as well?" The skeleton proposed.
Bonk.
"What the hell is up with you, you perverted skeleton?" Nami scolded.
"I'm this close to committing arson on this ship!" The ginger head raged, while being held back by Usopp.
"Please don't burn Sunny," the long nose rationalized.
With a grumble, Nami sat down with a slight pout.
"What's your guys' problem with Y/N, anyways? Do you guys hate her or something?" Usopp questioned.
"I understand she may not be your type, Sanji, but I honestly don't know why you're so harsh on her. I mean, she tries so hard for all of us."
"This has nothing with her not being my type."
Sanji remained almost quiet with a scoff heard from his lips as he lights a cigarette, refusing to involve himself in the conversation anymore.
"And Zoro-kun," Brook says. "What about you, as well? Has there been an incident where Lady Y/N must have offended you?"
"I'm just saying, she could do better. We could've done better in choosing our members. If anything, she should learn about getting stronger," Zoro defended.
"What do you mean? I think she is getting stronger. She just needs time," the doctor defended.
The ginger rolled her eyes.
"Don't mind them, Chopper. Just eat," she implied.
Already occupied with the food in front of him, the captain was unable to really understand the entire discussion whereas everyone else grumbled with every bite they took. On the other hand, you remained in a puddle of emotions right outside the door. Muffled cries escaped your lips as your palm began to damp up from the constant tears falling. The only thought going through your head was getting out of here.
Finally with a decent amount of strength, you stealthily ran towards the shore once more, refusing to be aboard the ship that you once called home. Adrenaline had kicked in, motoring your feet elsewhere into the dark group of trees. You ran and ran, unaware of where you were really going, not that you cared anyway.
Heartbroken from their "secret" conversation, the tears began to pour as you recalled their words.
Once in the darkest pit of the forest, you allowed your emotions to flow in tears, sobs, hiccups, cries, you name it. Chest heaving from hiccups due to lack of oxygen, hands trembling while wiping every pouring tear, body aching from poor sleep; your condition became concerning. Second turned to minutes, minutes into hours, as you became an emotionless void of flesh curled up in the middle of the forest. There was nothing left to release from your exhausted body.
'What do I do? I can't go back. Not like they noticed I was gone anyway,' you contemplated.
Various thoughts and solutions ran through your head as you theorized what to do in your current situation. Despite it all, they'll forever be considered as your family, as your crew. Nothing on this earth would ever change that, even insulting conversations as such. You couldn't bring yourself to blame them for their words, let alone hate them.
Slowly, you began to recall all the memories on the ship, twisting your heart in the most sadistic manner. You remembered when sharing their own personal ambitions, you promised to help them achieve it, no matter what. Even if it meant sacrificing your well-being.
An admirable trait about you is how you always fulfill your promises, no matter the circumstances to achieve them. Reminding yourself of such had you finally come to a conclusion.
You would fetch the Jolly Roger yourself before formally removing yourself from the crew.
Seeing the burden you placed on your crewmembers left with no choice, but to actually remove yourself. You want them to move on and achieve their dreams and goals in life, even if it meant you weren't present to witness it. However, there's no way in hell you'd allow them to carry on with their lives without their symbol of pride.
The dangers awaiting you when seizing such a risk had completely been forgotten, if not, ignored. Basically running on pure emotion and adrenaline, you were instantly on your feet before gunning it through the unknown abyss in search of the hideout of the criminals responsible for the Jolly Roger's thievery. It took some time, considering it's nearly midnight, based on the moon's position, creating quite the obstacle during your search.
Eventually, the wooden tile was found.
Similarly to thieves from earlier, you thoroughly scanned the area to reassure the confidentiality of your presence by the entrance. Committing an attempt of the secret knock, thankfully, the entrance opened, but suspiciously, there were no guards by the entrance. Though skeptical, you shrugged the feeling quickly before resuming your sprinting through the tunnel to the room where the familiar cheers and singing echoed.
Halting to a stop shortly before the room, you peeped your head a bit before seeing a similar setting from earlier. The difference is the increased amount of drunken, unconscious men littering the premises. Other than such, the remaining men continued their festivities of celebration. Scanning through the room, your eyes landed on the targeted male that supposedly led this tribe of burglars, Red-Hand of the Kayakala's.
His right hand held a pint of a very unfamiliar and almost suspicious beverage. Built similarly to Blackbeard, his round yet grand figure sat comfortably on his throne-like seat as his large black afro was pulled into a high bun. A dirty, velvety cloak sat upon his shoulders, matching the style of his stained, white dress shirt and ripped, striped pants. Unlike numerous other pirates and criminals, he remained barefoot, mainly due to the gigantic size and being unable to find a proper fit of shoes.
Without noticing, your blood began to boil seeing the Jolly Roger hung as if it were a simple trophy behind Red-Hand's seat as he was laughing along his underlings without a care in the world. You hadn't been so pissed about the Jolly Roger since that one time it was stolen by that snobby family living in the icebergs. This time, it was taken by an internationally wanted criminal that spares no one.
Retrieving the Jolly Roger proved to be quite the task as you began to conjure up a plan. Then, a sudden shove of your back coerced your figure into the room, revealing you to all the men in the room. The foreign woman before their eyes caught almost of the men's attention.
Their gazes varied from perversion to malice to utter confusion. Red-Hand's obnoxious laughter was quick to end, turning to see you. You turned behind you to see one of the underlings, him being the one who pushed you into the banquet.
"We had a little rat snooping around, Boss," he stated with a smirk present on his face.
No hesitation did they aggressively hold you, one man per arm, before dragging you in front of the very man responsible for this entire predicament. Pushing you on your knees before him while harshly gripping your chubby arms, Red-Hand chuckles deeply and viciously, amused by your helpless situation.
"Why, what do we have here?"
Analyzing your figure, a maniacal laugh left the male's mouth.
"Why, it's Masteress Y/N. The most gracious yet firm martial artist of the Straw Hats. 'Gracious' may be debatable, but I can definitely see why they call you 'firm'," Red-Hand disgustingly mentioned.
Red-Hand's eyes traveled all over body while biting and licking his lip, leaving an uncomfortable impression. With his eyes wandering, your skin crawled in disgust, feeling the perversion radiating off the captain and his tribe. Your expression twisted in discomfort and annoyance.
"Shut it, you perverted bastard."
"Perverted? Why such the horrid name?" He smugly asks.
"Don't even get me started. You violated all of those women and children in ways I didn't want to imagine, but then again, you were never human in the first place."
"Never human, eh? Well, I suppose you're right."
Leaning down to the side of your head, you could feel the slight breath leaving his mouth unto your ears, sending shivers down your spine.
"I'm a God," he whispers before pulling away, cackling at your intimidating expression.
"You are quite the hoot, Straw Hat. May I ask you what honor I have been privileged to see you before me?"
"I only came for my crew's pride. Our symbol."
"Oh, this little thing right here?" He mocks, pointing at the piece of cloth.
Spitting on the space in front of him, the rest of his tribe growled in agitation, pissed at the audacity you had to disrespect their "beloved" leader.
"Give it back, you bastard." You hissed.
"You little b*tch," said one of the underlings holding your arms.
He ended up kicking your gut in retaliation from your rude remark with the rest of the men cheering and laughing at the action. Red-Hand lifted his hand to silence them all to which they immediately obliged.
"Now, now, let's not be hasty. Today's supposed to be a day of celebration, remember? Now, we have a special guest from the Straw Hats."
He leans forward to you, literally inches away from your face, giving you no choice but to intake the reeking scent of what you assumed to be alcohol.
"Fortunately for you, my lady, I'm in a very, very generous mood," he softly spoke with ill intent seeping with every word.
Despite your unfazed expression, the fear became a potent effect on your body as your breathing and heart rate increased at an incredibly concerning pace. Leaning back on his seat, he stroked his slight beard as he fell into deep thought.
"I'll make a deal with you, you precious little thing. Since I know how much you love your little crew, I want to test the waters and see how long your loyalty remains," he proposed.
You grumbled followed by a slight scoff as you rolled your eyes in attempt to shield the agonizing fear practically overwhelming your body.
"Try your worst, *sshole."
He hissed in "pain", holding his chest dramatically.
"Ouch, that's not very nice, is it? I was trying to be nice, but I guess not everyone accepts kindness when given."
Red-Hand snapped his fingers to one of his underlings. There, they approached the leader.
"Gunther, light up the sh*tty flag," he commands.
Responding with a nod, Gunther grabbed one of the candlesticks from their lanterns before making his way to the Jolly Roger.
In a panic, you attempted to pounce on Gunther, only to be forcibly held back by the two men holding your arms. You began to struggle and squirm in their grip as the desperation of preventing harm being inflicted on the flag increased with every step the underling made toward the cloth.
"W-Wait, no! Please, don't! I'll do it! I'll take the deal! Just please don't do this!" You cried out, entertaining the tribe around you.
Teasingly, Gunther would bring the small flame near the cloth, earning sobbing yelps and exclaims, begging Red-Hand to stop. The frustration and anger within you poured out of your eyes as tears streamed down your chubby cheeks. The veins in your forehead and neck bulged and pulsed violently from the constant screaming and begging.
You aggressively struggled against the strong grips on your arms as you attempted to stand, but to no avail. In fact, the two men stood painfully on your calves to still your movements. All the men surrounding you roared into fits of laughter, finding your current state amusing.
"Aww, look at her plea so pitifully. So cute."
"I didn't know the Straw Hats had such a useless crewmember. Good thing she's plump in the right places."
"I would definitely hit that just to see her writhe and cry in pain."
The vulgar side comments continued to spew from their disgusting, yellow mouths as your pleas and cries continued in such high volume, in hopes Red-Hand would be merciful just for once, though the possibility is less than 5%.
"Please! I'll do what you want! Just leave it alone!" You pathetically begged with puffy eyes.
Thankfully, the captain stopped Gunther, raising his hand once more to silence his group, to which they obeyed.
He chugs down the rest of beverage before wiping his lips with the back of his palm. Making eye contact with you, he releases his share of chuckles in the silent room before returning to your gaze.
"Good girl. You're a little feisty, but I like a little spice in my women. Now, if you're able to hold your end of the deal, I'll grant you a wish of your choice. However, it can't include killing me, my tribe, or anything of the sort," he negotiates.
In between sniffles and hiccups, you nodded obediently.
"I understand. J-Just tell me what you want," you surrendered.
"You have two options. You can either help me turn in your crew to the Navy and I guarantee your safety or allow my men to have their way with you until they're satisfied for tonight. And I mean, all of my men. You manage to do either, I'll grant you a wish."
He lifts your chin with your faces, centimeters apart.
"What will it be? Betrayal or sacrifice?" He softly spoke.
The captain smiled with poisonous intent while his underlings had similar expressions, but you had already knew your decision.
"Not like you could defeat the future Pirate King and his crew," you spat with no hesitation.
"Oh, how shocking," the malicious captain smugly stated.
"I'll do whatever the hell you bastards want for tonight, but here's my wish," you interrupted.
"And what is that?"
You look at the treasure sitting beside the group of thieves that plundered your ship and the Jolly Roger hanging behind the captain before directing your attention to the male in front of you with such determination.
"Give me back all of our treasure and the Jolly Roger once we're finished here. And if you go back on your word, I'll finish you off here myself," you hissed.
Another smirk appeared on the captain's face before nodding at the two underlings beside you, mentally messaging them to release you.
"Very well, Miss Y/N. Boys, have at it," he commanded.
Without a second to spare, the tribe tackled you the floor so aggressively, one of your shoulders became dislocated, earning a shriek of pain. They began to tear off your clothes while doing just the same whereas other mainly began to beat you, attacking you with whatever they pleased. Whether it be their own limbs or a piece of wood randomly found on the ground, these men went ballistic while their leader watched in entertainment.
Letting a few stay tears fall, you began to pray for your survival at the end of this hell.
Time Skip
At the Thousand Sunny
The crew began to tidy up the ship before preparing for their slumber. Tonight had such a beautiful view of the stars, so everyone decided to sleep outside.
The crew set out their mats, blankets and pillows before releasing any last ounces of energy. Well, more specifically the captain, the sniper and the doctor.
"Okay, I think we have everything, right?" The navigator thought aloud.
She began to scan the premises before realizing there were only 9 mats set out. Confused, she took a mental role call of the crew until realization hit.
"Oh crap. Forgot about Y/N. Y/N!" She shouted to the top post, used for patrol.
No answer.
"Y/N! Come down and sleep with us!" Nami called out.
No answer.
The ginger tilts her head in concern.
"Hey, it's okay. She's probably already sleeping. I mean, the Marines can be quite the handful. Sanji-kun!" Nami yelled out.
"Is she alright?" Chopper asks. "She didn't even eat dinner," he pouts sadly.
"Yes, Nami-swaan!" The blonde proclaimed with heart eyes.
"Go and get Y/N, please. Bring her down to sleep with us since she skipped dinner."
"Of course, mademoiselle!"
Immediately, the male climbs to the top pier.
"Y/N-san, time to g--"
The male's eyes grew in size seeing the emptiness of the post. There, he saw the Jolly Roger is gone as well. His eyes widened in complete shock before he frantically ran down to the deck.
"Y/N-san isn't there and the Jolly Roger's gone!" He announced.
Everyone froze in confusion, the lively atmosphere turning into suspense.
"W-What?" Nami exclaimed.
"Y/N! Where'd you go?!" Luffy calls out.
The entire crew split in search of you all over the ship, calling out your name constantly. Everyone ran up and down the deck, going through the aquarium to the kitchen, even all their personal rooms. Despite the thorough search, not one trace of you was left.
Chopper morphed into a more realistic reindeer form before inhaling the air around him. The scent finally being processed in his brain had his heart drop to his stomach.
"I have her scent! But...." he turned to the others.
"...she wasn't alone," he clarified, horror potent in his eyes.
"Don't worry, okay? She's a strong fighter. She'll be fine. We'll just go out to see if she needs help, alright? Let's go," the navigator attempted to optimistically state.
Contagiously, the rest of crew halted in complete terror except the Monster Trio who seemed irritated beyond belief.
Nami nervously chuckled.
The nerves were very noticeable from the wavering and shakiness in her voice, yet they disregarded it before leaving the ship in search of you.
"Zoro! Stay with Sanji and me! Luffy! Stay with Nami and Chopper! Franky, Robin, and Brook! You guys go together! Got it?!" Usopp reiterated, earning grunts and nods in understanding.
The designated groups split up, but not too far to stray away from each other. They're all a yell away. There, they began to call out for you.
"Y/N! Where are you?!" Usopp calls out.
"Y/N! Did you find any new meat?!" The captain shouted, gaining a lump from the ginger.
"Idiot!"
"I'm picking up her scent! This way!" Chopper facilitated.
He ran off following your scent with the navigator and the captain following him in pursuit, praying you'd be alright.
Back at Red-Hand's Hideout
Strips and strands of cloth barely covered your heavily wounded and bruised body as you were thrown out of the hideout by a few underlings. Laughing at your condition, they threw the treasure and the Jolly Roger beside your barely conscious body. Fixing the hem of their pants, they soaked in the sight of your battered figure.
"Man, lady. I've f*cked many virgins, but dang, you had to be the best so far. Good luck out there, b*tch. Hopefully, you can find a way to walk," one of them cackled.
"Tell the Straw Hats 'Thanks for the gift'. You were pretty fun, honey girl."
The others were engulfed in laughter as one of the others landed one last kicked on your already swollen face before returning back to their hideout with laughs echoing vividly into your ears. You were left alone, basically nude in the middle of a dark forest, your life hanging by a thread.
Your hair was brutally bald as they would carelessly grip your scalp, yanking large chunks of hair, causing bleeding from your head. The remaining hair had been poorly cut from the daggers in their hands, leaving you with 3 inches of length max.
Your forehead contained multiple lumps, varying in size while your nose bled from the bone being broken by the constant face slamming in the walls and tables. In fact, in their hideout, the walls and tables are decorated in your own blood.
Literally being kicked around during their sessions, your teeth, thankfully only your back teeth, were missing, leaving bloody gums and your cheeks are swollen and bruised.
Moving down, your neck area to shoulders and collarbone consisted of a horrific amount of bite marks, hickeys, fingerprints and even wounds. Red dripped from the animalistic markings as black and blue pulsed from the harsh prints on your flesh.
Your breasts consisted of similar markings of mainly hickeys and bite marks, however, deep cuts pierced the sides of the flesh near the broken ribs from the constant beatings.
Large areas on your sides, even your stomach, varied from purple, yellow, blue and black as your back had lashes from being flogged and derogatory terms carved by a blade. It pulsed in excruciating pain, yet you were too numb and exhausted to scream out.
Both of your legs had been decorated with deep wounds, fingerprints, dark lesions and even burns. Numerous limbs on your body had been burned by the small flames from the candles or the heated blades, varying in size as well. Your left knee had been dislocated while your right leg is broken with a sprained ankle.
Most agonizingly, your private areas burned bitterly as red seeped out in a consistent flow from both areas. The assault the numerous men had on both areas led to both areas being swollen and slightly ripped, making any slight movement tragic and dreadful.
As much as screaming had been a help of relieving the pain, your voice became shot, giving you no other choice than to whisper.
'No, I have to get this back to the others. I need to,' you internally monologue as you pitifully stretch your wounded arm to the treasure and Jolly Roger.
Time passed so slowly as you could feel your body begin to surrender to the darkness engulfing your vision.
Frustration built in the pit of your stomach as you struggled to even move an inch. Sadly, you could only grab a handful of the cloth before your body surrendered to exhaustion, dropping your arm onto the firm forest surface.
Still conscious, you shut your eyes as you slowly fell into a deep abyss. An abyss you weren't sure you would be able to leave.
'I'm sorry, everyone. I couldn't even return the Jolly Roger, much less give you all a proper goodbye. Please forgive me.'
Your body felt heavier with every passing second and your heart beat began to slow in pace. Your body temperature dropped significantly with the cold breeze of the night worsening the situation.
"There! I found her!" A familiar high-pitched voice yelled out.
Though your eyes were closed, the voice perked your ears.
"Y/N!" Nami says. "I'm glad you're o--"
The ginger froze in compete terror as her eyes laid upon the gory scene before her. Her organs churned sickly, her knees buckled causing her to collapse near your body, and she shakily crawls to lay on your bare chest. Tears left her eyes in great amounts while sobbing and shrieking in fury. There, the most agonizing scream left her throat with inhumane volume.
The blood curdling scream gained the attention of the separated members. Hearts dropped hearing Nami's shriek, motoring their legs to find her location.
"No, no, no. Y/N! What happened to you?! Help! Please!" The woman pleas. She connects your foreheads in desperation to feel your warmth, only feel a figure of icy skin. Droplets fell on your swollen, bruised checks as her tears became uncontrollable.
"Please, wake up for me, Y/N. You're not leaving us! You can't, you just can't," she conversed to your unresponsive body while Chopper snuggles into your neck, allowing his own waterfalls of tears to fall.
More footsteps began to become more audible as a medley of gasps followed after.
With your eyes shut, you were unable to see the absolute terror on everyone's face or the tears threatening to leave their eyes when witnessing your condition.
"Y-Y/N?" The captain almost whispered, shaking at the horrid sight.
Your figure laying there compete naked with useless strands of torn fabric laying your body in an attempt to "cover" you. Almost lifeless, a variant amount of bruises, suspicious markings and prints, burns and a few stab wounds decorated your plump body, yet the puddle of pure blood that flowed from your body ignited a trigger inside them all you never knew existed.
Nami and Chopper look at their crew with their swollen eyes, seeing the crew's dilating pupils from the sight before them.
"L-Luffy," Nami almost whispers. "Please, help her."
Immediately, Usopp ran to your side.
"Y/N! H-Hey, wake up! What happened to you?!" The sniper questioned in a hectic manner.
Placing his head on your bare chest, listening to the pumping organ near the area, while gently touching certain parts of your wounded and beaten body, Chopper choked on his tears.
"S-She's alive! B-But, she's badly beaten. W-We need to t-take her to the s-ship," the doctor hiccups in between sobs.
You then felt someone lift you into their lap and your once exposed body felt warmer from a cloak. Usopp's cloak to be precise and, therefore, it helped you regain consciousness. The writhing in your slumber encouraged the entourage surrounding you as you then weakly opened your swollen, black-eyes, seeing Nami holding your head in her lap.
"N-Nami?" You whispered out.
Her tears finally spilling, she chuckles and smiles so sadly.
"Y/N. You're alive. Thank goodness," she chuckled.
"W-What happened?" You asked.
"We should be asking you that. Who did this to you?"
The long nose gently held the navigator's forearm.
"Nami, easy. She's just woke u--" he tried to state.
"Thank goodness. Y-You guys are here," you whispered with a slight smile, although it caused excruciating pain on your cheeks and gums.
Weakly, you pointed to the treasure and Jolly Roger thrown beside you, directing everyone's attention. Robin and Sanji approached the objects, closely analyzing them. The raven-head squatted near the golden valuables, hovering her hand over the objects before looking at everyone else.
"This is Nami's treasure," Robin concluded.
Sanji bent down, picking up the cloth.
"The Jolly Roger?" He questioned aloud.
Everyone redirected their eyes to you, confused as to why the ship's most valuable items were by your beaten body. Losing breath due to the strain of the many wounds inflicted on your body, you mustered as much strength as you could to voice out an explanation.
"R-Red-Hand. H-He's here," you whispered with enough volume for everyone to hear.
The crew froze, puzzled, except for one.
"Red-Hand?" The captain asked.
"Who's that?"
"Red-Hand, Captain of the Kayakala Tribe. One of the most heinous criminals in the world," Robin stated, gaining the eyes of her fellow crewmates.
"He's known for his swift robberies and his victims vary from normal civilians to government officials. He's usually never caught, but if he catches any witnesses to his crimes, he kills them instantly. But, women and children are a different story," the archeologist explained.
"W-What would happen to them?" Usopp asked, gulping down the large lump in his throat.
A snarl appeared on the archeologist's face, hesitant of the next words about to be spoken.
"Rape and torture. It'd occur until he's satisfied. It's said if he isn't in the mood, he'd allow his tribe to have their way with them and it's rumored to be worse compared to if Red-Hand dealt with them. Rarely are there any survivors."
The raven-haired female's usual soft ocean gaze hardened in anger as tears of fury began to poor. Everyone else's expressions shared similarities. The ginger stroke your almost bald hair, caressing your bruised, swollen face.
"What did he do to you?" She sobs.
Gently holding her wrist, you tried your hardest to contain a smile, in attempt to comfort your crew, not realizing it only brought more heartache.
"I was careless, N-Nami. I f-fell asleep during my patrol and c-caught them stealing the Jolly Roger and your t-treasure. I-I couldn't j-just let them go, y-you know?"
A cough erupted from your chest, leaving droplets of red decorating your lips and teeth.
They froze in shame as their eyes widened hearing such words.
"I f-followed them to their hideout and f-found Red-Hand. He s-said he would r-return to the ship and p-plunder it, so I ran back to warn y-you, b-but I--"
Your eyes burned along with your strained voice as you attempted to keep your emotions calm and collected.
"I-I didn't want to i-interrupt your dinner d-discussion," you barely voiced.
"D-Did you...?" Nami asked, implying to the "secret" conversation on the Sunny.
You nodded with a struggling smile.
Their heads shot up. Usopp began to stutter and ramble out pleas and begs in such a loud volume, tears already streaming down his face.
"Every word. B-But, don't worry. I-I had been thinking about resigning from t-the Straw Hats."
"W-What?! Why?! You can't leave us! You promised! Didn't you?! You promised you'd be there when we got to the All Blue! You promised to be there when Luffy becomes the King of the Pir--"
"U-Usopp," you whispered.
His sobs continued, disallowing his words to go any further.
"I promised to help you all a-achieve your dreams, I didn't necessarily n-need to be t-there to see it h-happen," you whispered.
The invincible Straw Hats, feared and admired internationally, have now been demoted to emotional wrecks, unable to contain the emotions conjuring within themselves. Nami sobbed as she continued to caress your head.
"Stop it, Y/N! Don't say such things!" The female exclaimed.
"N-No, Nami. Y-You all were right. B-But, I-I had to steal the Jolly Roger back f-for you all. It was the o-only thing I could do to t-thank you all for the part few years," you chuckle, resulting into more blood spewing from your lips.
"I-I went back to the hideout, b-but I was caught and h-he made a d-deal with me. I-It was to either b-betray y-you or a-allow his entire tribe to-- Ugh, t-to have their way w-with me until they were s-satisfied."
"Y-Y/N," the reindeer ran to your side.
The poor doctor began to sob loudly into your chest as you stroked his back, making it difficult for everyone else witnessing this scene to contain their personal feelings.
"I-It's alright. I-In return, I-I told him to r-return the Jolly Roger. A-And Nami's t-treasure, of course. Nami would've killed m-me if I didn't. Right, Nami?"
Her bawling increased in volume and harshness, shaking her head in denial.
It's twist after twist with every word you attempted to speak out.
No longer able to tolerate this aching situation, the blonde immediately carried you bridal style before running off back to ship.
"Wha-- S-Sanji! W-What are you doing?!" The long nose called out.
Ignoring him, Sanji continued to sprint away from the others.
"S-Sanji," you weakly mumbled.
"Hush! We got to get you back to Sunny for treatment, understood?!" He slightly scolded, disregarding the cracks and shakiness in his voice.
Leaning your head against his chest, your hand resting alongside it, you hummed in tranquility, finding comfort in his touch.
"I never t-thought I'd e-ever be carried in such a w-way, let alone by y-you," you softly shared.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, his eyes burned, urging liquid to pour, yet he managed to resist as his pace began to waver.
"W-What are you talking about? You're lighter than a feather," he denied while going at a rapid pace.
A scoff left your lips.
"Yeah, right. I'm h-heavier than all of you combined. B-But then again, I can't help it. Especially s-since we h-have the b-best cook on b-board to f-feed us."
There, the male halted as he allowed a few droplets to escape his eyes. He dropped unto his knees, however, you remained tightly held in his arms. His head hid in the crook in your neck, his silent cries gaining volume.
"Y/N-san, I-I...I'm so sorry," he hiccups through his tears.
You laid your hand behind his head, soothingly scrubbing his scalp which led to him leaving the crook of your neck, caressing your face.
"S-Sanji, I don't h-hate you for what you did. In fact, I-I've already f-forgiven you. I w-was just r-really hurt, y-you know? A-And I don't want to be a h-hassle in y-your lives."
"Y/N-san, please. Don't say such things. Don't leave us. I'll do anything. I'll serve your favorites for an entire year. I'll be your personal servant for life. I'll do your bidding. Just p-please," he stuttered.
He conjoined your foreheads with his gentle palm still on your purple cheek.
"Don't leave us."
Suddenly, he joined his lips with yours, intoxicating your metallic mouth of blood with a hint of tobacco and mint. As gentle and slow as he was, the desperation and yearning in the action had become potent from the passionate movement of his lips to the soft touches of his hands clutching onto Usopp's cloak covering your body. Almost in a trance, he kept up the intense contact for a few moments before finally departing, staring back into your swollen eyes.
"Don't leave me," the blonde whispered.
Barely any strength remained in your body, yet you strained your arms to cup his damp cheeks to reconnect your lips once more. Your ambitious move created more fat tears to wet his fair skin as you felt relief and relaxation for the first time the entire night.
"I-I've always w-wanted to do that," your fatigued voice spoke out.
"Y-You can always do it, i-if you stay with us, yeah? I'll smother you w-with all the kisses I c-can muster, if it keeps you w-with me. Please, Y/N. I'm begging you. D-Don't do this. I take it all back. S-Stay. If not for me, at least for the crew," he begged.
You smile before leaning into his chest.
"Sanji, i-it was always for you," you whisper.
His breath hitched at your words until your body became limp in his arms, causing his heart to jump out of his chest. Looking down back to your beaten face, his heart broke seeing the calm content radiating from your lax and smiling expression as he realized your breathing slowed in pace with your eyes closed.
"H-Hey! Y/N! Hey! Wake up! This isn't funny!" He sadly chuckles.
"Sanji!" The same adorable voice called out.
"Don't you dare go limp on me! Come on, wake up! Open your beautiful eyes for me. For me, lovely," he barely voiced as his volume decreased with every word due to constant tears falling from his mesmerizing eyes.
The male stayed in his current position as he cried out to the reindeer who was followed by the rest of the crew.
"Chopper, help her! S-She's not breathing!" Sanji cried.
"Y/N," Usopp whispered to himself.
"Chopper," the captain coldly said.
Chopper looked back at the captain in a panic, seeing Luffy's hat hide his eyes and his usual bright smile gone.
"Take Y/N back to the ship for treatment. Nami, Usopp, go and help Chopper if he needs anything," the Straw Hat ordered.
The three grunted in agreement, moving quickly. After the blonde laid one last kiss on your forehead, he loosened his grip on your figure as Chopper transformed into his monstrous form, carefully removing your body from the cook's hold.
"Don't worry, Sanji. I'll do my best," the reindeer reassured.
"I trust you, Chopper," Sanji responds.
Nodding in understanding, Chopper, Usopp, and Nami began to sprint back to the Sunny, desperate to get you treated. Finally on his feet, the blonde lit a cigarette, turning to the rest of the remaining crew. His once emotional expression hardened into complete rage, similarly to the rest of the others whose eyes have darkened.
"Sanji," Luffy maliciously spoke.
He peeked one eye to look at the male.
"What would like to do?" The captain asked, the rest of the Straw Hats ready to obey the next orders the cook may have.
Sanji blew out a cloud of smoke as the veins in his forehead and neck, pulsing violently.
"If what Robin-chan said is true, do as you please," he starts.
He glares into the night with his cigarette in hand.
"....but make sure they aren't able to ever violate a woman or child again."
They all nodded their heads as they made their way to the hideout. Busting through the wooden tile, Luffy led the members through the tunnel, his gaze remaining hidden behind his hat.
Oh, poor Red-Hand does not know the type of hell coming his way.
On the Thousand Sunny
"Is she done with the bathing yet?" Usopp asked from outside the bathroom door.
"Almost," Chopper called out with the help of Nami.
Eventually, the blood and dirt decorating your body had been washed away, magnifying the deep color and size of your wounds and bruises. Though they came to be smaller than expected once the blood and dirt was washed away, considering the amount of marks littered all over your body still leaves a great amount of concern.
The two wrapped your body in a towel before Chopper transformed back into his monstrous form to carry you to his infirmary. In attempt to match his pace, Nami and Usopp ran after the doctor, following him into the room, ready for any further orders from the reindeer.
"Chopper, what now?" Usopp asked.
Chopper laid your body gently unto the bed, preparing you for your treatment.
"Nami, I need the blue container in that cabinet above my desk. It has the necessary ointments, medicines, and materials for stab and burn wounds. Usopp, I need my utensil kit along with that black container. It has the cotton pads, casts, and bandages inside."
"Got it!" The duo responded in sync.
In an instant, they searched for the necessary items in the designated areas, handing them to the doctor. Chopper began to set up the equipment for your operation with the other members waiting in tense positions.
"I need you guys to wait outside until I'm done," the doctor suggested, getting a nod from the two in response.
The navigator and the sniper left the infirmary, quietly closing the door behind, allowing the doctor to focus with utmost concentration.
With gloves and a surgical mask worn, the doctor began to clean out your injuries and cuts with the alcohol before starting any of the serious procedures. He even discarded the infected tissue of skin that was burnt and smothered soothing medicinal lotion. Once all your wounded areas were cleaned, he started stitching the deep stab wounds with such concentration and precision. Thankfully, not many of the stab injuries were deep.
Moving his eyes along your body, he noticed a sight tear in your lower area, twisting his heart in fear and hurt.
"What have they done to you?" The reindeer quietly asked.
He began to stitch your area after cleaning the tear. Of course, the tender-hearted doctor had to shed a few tears of his own seeing his beloved friend in such a state.
"Please, Luffy, everyone, give those bastards hell to pay," he mutters through his cries.
Going down to your legs, analyzing your left leg, he popped your dislocated knee back in and placed a brace to keep the bone in place. Then, moving to your right leg, he applied a large cast on the entirety on your right limb to treat the broken bones.
With a few more ointment applications, wraps and bandages, Chopper wrapped up his equipment as the operation has finally been brought to an end. He placed you in a hospital gown that he placed in the emergency kit for coverage.
"Guys, you can come in," he called out.
Usopp and Nami returned into the infirmary, first looking at your refreshed body, dressed in a hospital gown, freshly wrapped, and your skin beginning to pale from the lack of body warmth in your body.
"How is she, Chopper?" Nami wondered, softly.
"She's stable, but she's been roughed up pretty bad. There are a few areas I need to treat on her scalp, but that means I have to shave off her hair. I don't want t--"
"Do it."
The three jumped at the weak voice. Turning their heads, they see you with your eyes barely open as you struggled to speak.
"Y-Y/N! W-Wait, don't strain yourself!" Usopp warned.
"Chopper, thank you for caring about me, but it's just hair. It'll grow back. Do what you have to, doc," you warmly consented.
His cute whimpers and cries began to intensify. Covering his weeping eyes with his arm, you pitifully reached your hand out to pat the top of his hat.
"U-Usopp," the doctor stuttered through sobs.
"T-The blade, p-please."
Hesitantly, the long nose goes out the door and takes a sharp edged blade from the weaponry before placing it in the animal's hoof. Carefully, Chopper guided the blade, shaving off every bit of remaining hair off your head. You flinched and winced every once in a while, but it was mainly painless.
With only skin showing on your head, the three trembled at the sight of the lesions decorating your scalp. Immediately did he start disinfecting the wounds and patching them up after ointment applications.
"T-There," Chopper sniffles.
"A-All done."
"Thank you, Chopper. For taking care of me," you thank.
"Please don't leave us, Y/N. Stay," the poor creature sobbed with his microscopic arms laying on your torso.
With a sad smile, you hold his small hooves in your comparably large hand.
"Don't worry. I just need time to think about things. Alright? I'm not going anywhere."
"You p-promise?"
"I promise, Chopper," you softly answer.
Gently, the doctor throws himself into your arms, afraid of letting you go. You automatically began to comfort him, allowing his tears to dampen your gown.
The duo abiding on the side felt their eyes burning, urging water to escape their eyes as well, but they managed with a bright grin on their faces.
"Y-You're not mad a-at us? You're staying?!" The sniper optimistically exclaimed.
"Honestly, I was never mad. Mainly hurt. I believed I was unwanted in my own family, but then again," you chuckle. "Family always makes fun of each other."
Nami and Usopp's smiles dropped in guilt, remembering their recent conversation with the others.
"Don't worry. It was mainly Zoro's and Sanji's words that hurt, but I think I was a bit overdramatic about it. I just wasn't prepared to hear something like that, you know?"
"Y/N, don't thi--" Nami attempted to comfort.
"Let me finish. After a while of analysis, I came to realize that they were right. I need to be stronger as a Strategist."
Your bright smile began to waver as you pet Chopper's fluffy fur.
"I have made far too many mistakes and I haven't been taking the time actually sharpen my expertise. Those two were only looking out for me. They had high expectations and I didn't reach it, let alone even try to. They truly believed I'm capable of more, but I've been procrastinating."
A smile gradually built into your face as your eyes curved into crescents, turning to the others.
"Besides, it's quite foolish to leave my family because I didn't like what I heard, don't you think? I've heard worse, believe me. I love you guys too much too leave,"
"Y/N," the duo called out in tears.
They all engulfed you in the tightest hug you'd ever received from them.
"Thank goodness! You're staying!" Nami cries out.
The long nose weeps alongside with her until he felt a slight push on his gut. Moving away from you for a minute, the reindeer gasped a great breath, implying he must've been squashed underneath the male.
"Oh, sorry, Chopper," Usopp apologized.
Despite the grumbles of agitation from the reindeer, you rubbed his back in comfort, leading to a sulking reindeer snuggling into your chest. Giggles left your lips as you realized, this is where you belong.
At Red-Hand's Hideout
"You son of a b*tch!"
Red-Hand was sent flying by the blonde's monstrous kicks.
The captain along with the other Straw Hats sat idly on the side, allowing Sanji to release the fury stirring within him. Unconscious bodies and corpses of the underlings decorated the hideout floors as they all grab had a large gauze of blood oozing from their pelvic area and a multitude of manhoods or pieces of them laying alongside the bodies. Other than the tribe members, nothing but red painted the floor and walls while bits of it splattered along their clothes and skin--none of it being their's, of course.
Red-Hand coughed up a river of blood until Sanji stepped his foot on the criminal's chest in a threatening manner.
"No man should live if he were to violate a women, but if he does it to children and women, especially to my Y/N, he deserves the most painful and slowest death inflicted on any man," the blonde threatened, eyes narrowed in pure anger and vengeance.
Red-Hand chuckles in amusement.
"Well, at least I got to hear that b*tch's cries for help before I went. Oh, it was so heavenly. Her sobbing and screaming for you guys to save her," the male stated with a smirk.
Before the cook could crush his ribs under his foot, a sheath of a blade could be heard following by an agonizing screech from Red-Hand. His eye had been stabbed by one of Zoro's sword, but not deep enough to kill him. The blonde looked behind him to the swordsman.
"Oi, Marim--"
"Talk about her like that again and I'll make sure you squeal louder and worse than she ever did," he menacingly warned, shadows covering his narrowed pupils.
A chill ran down the spine of everyone, including Sanji. Zoro being personal is a rare occasion, so witnessing the malice seeping from his words froze the stances of his fellow mates, even the captain.
"Zoro," Luffy calls out with his eyes behind his hat.
Zoro looks at the captain as Luffy raises his head to glare at the male who violated his nakama in the most vile way possible.
"Give it to Sanji. That's an order."
Though the blonde was confused, Zoro understood his vague order and looked at the cook in a serious manner.
"Eyebrows, take it out of his eyes. I'm giving you my sword for 1 minute. Do what you like to the bastard before I do."
Refocusing himself to the screaming male before him, Sanji removed the blade, seeing a geyser of red gush out his eye used to be. He bent down, eye-level to Red-Hand, taking one of the latter's hands, spreading each of his fingers apart.
"W-What you doing?" The male asked.
Remaining silent, Sanji began to slice off his finger nails, gaining a shriek of pain with every nail. Ignorant of every beg and plea for mercy, he began to slice his fingers and continued his detachments of limbs until satisfied. He honestly could've cared less about the blood stains on his clothes. In fact, he found it satisfying feeling the sensation of sick bastards bleeding and screaming because of him.
"Rot in hell, *sshole."
Time Skip
Back to the Thousand Sunny
The gang finally returned to the ship, exhausted and bloody and though concerned and surprised at the outcome, the three Straw Hats in charge of your health checks welcomed the other members warmly, content that the disgusting tribe and their horrible leader had been dealt with--thoroughly. Expectedly, there were no traces of personal injuries or wounds on their bodies, hinting to the weakling trio that it was not their blood on the clothing. Refreshed and cleaned, the crew hung outside on the deck of the ship, silence filling the area.
"Chopper," Luffy called out.
"How is she?"
"She's fine. She gained consciousness shortly after the operation and seemed well."
"Conscious?" The blonde asked, nearly jumping out of his sitting position.
"She's resting now, as she should be. With a few medications, renewed patches, and rest, she'll make a speedy recovery," the doctor informed.
The flips of everyone's hearts in relief definitely helped ease the tension of the entire situation.
"That's good," the captain added with his bright smile and a couple of giggles.
The rest smiled in content, thankful that you're alive and well.
"I'm assuming you took care of Red-Hand and his tribe," Usopp assumed.
Nodding, the green head sat on the grassy deck, leaning against the post with his hands at the back of his head.
"Cut off their d*cks like Eyebrows wanted and did worse to the dumbass who led 'em," Zoro casually stated, having the weakling trio freeze in slight horror.
"Huh?! You what?!" The three yelped in unison.
With the weakling trio frozen in shock and the others sitting and standing casually as if the recent mission was nothing, but a walk in the park, a pair of heavy footsteps was heard from the second floor of the deck.
"That was a little excessive, don't you think?" A voice stated.
Looking towards the direction of the voice, there you stood, heavily bandaged from head to toe in the hospital gown Chopper dressed you in. Temporarily did their hearts ache seeing you in such condition, especially seeing their head is now completely bare. You leaned against your crutch as you struggled to move due to both your legs being severely injured.
"Lovel-- U-Uh, Y/N-san!" Sanji exclaimed.
Running up the steps, Chopper approached you, about to scold you to rest, but you weakly turned to him with a delicate smile, causing to halt in place in front of you.
"Chopper, help me walk, please. I want to talk to everyone," you softly requested.
Hesitant, the doctor nodded before pushing against your left hip to support your imbalanced figure while holding your left hand, indicating you to lean against the railing of the staircase. Slowly but surely did you make your way down to the deck.
"Y-Y/N, you should be resting! Go back to b--" Usopp scolded before his words were brought to halt by a raise of your hand.
While descending from the second floor using the stairs, your body would tend to wobble and tremble horribly with every descending step, but you were quickly assisted by another figure--the blonde. Shocked, you met his eyes with yours, seeing the hesitation in his movements, unsure if you'd consent to his assistance.
Reassuringly, you softened into a smile, dusting his cheeks bright pink.
Taking your hand with his and using his free hand to support your back, Sanji helped Chopper guide and support you to the deck before delicately placing you onto the bench attached to the port. The reindeer sat and remained beside you as the others kept silent and jaw-slacked.
"Y-Y/N! Your hair!" The captain acknowledged.
Without warning, the captain began to sob and run to you.
"I know. Chopper had to shave it all off in order to treat the wounds on my scalp," you explained. "Don't worry about it though. It's just hair. It'll grow back."
"Y/N! I thought you wer-- Ah!" Luffy yelped.
A sly trip to his ankle resulted into Luffy falling face flat into the green surface of the deck.
"Oi, she's wounded. You can't be rough with her, moron," Zoro interfered.
Face still planted into the ground, the captain rose a thumbs up.
"My bad," he apologized, muffled into the floor.
You couldn't help the small giggle that escaped your lips.
"It's fine. I just wanted to talk with you all," you reassured.
Curious, everybody stood up right, tense and anxious of the potential outcome whereas Chopper, Nami and Usopp knew the possible statements you were about to voice.
"First, I wanted to apologize for what happened. I was careless and this whole mess could have been prevented if I had done what I was supposed to. Even at the end of it, you guys were the ones that had to clean up my mess and I am so sorry, you guys," you share, tears becoming present on your face.
As difficult as it was, you took a deep breath to control your emotions as best you can before you continued your speech. Gratefully, your hand was caressed by the doctor's small hooves as he looked up in empathy.
"Second, I wanted to thank you all for what you did tonight. Again, although it was my mess, I shouldn't have brought you guys into it and allowed you all to clean up after me. You guys were right. I need to get stronger and I promise I'll work on it right awa--"
"No."
Baffled, the crew turned to the moss head who answered in such a manner. Still leaned against the post without a care in the world, he turns to you.
"I don't accept your apology," he nonchalantly claimed.
"Oi! Marimo! How dare you say su--" Sanji started.
"Shut up!"
Silencing the blonde, the rest of the Straw Hats jumped at Zoro's aggressive manner. Standing up, the swordsman approached your sitting figure, towering over you with a gaze as intense and fierce as his blades, leaving you slightly trembling. Unexpectedly, the man kneeled before you, this time being the one towered over.
"You shouldn't be apologizing over something that wasn't your fault. Everyone makes mistakes, but it doesn't lower your value. And don't pay no mind to what Eyebrows and I said earlier."
Tilting his head, the captain curiously turned to the archeologist.
"Robin. What is Zoro talking about?" Luffy asked.
"At dinner, Swordsman and Cook stated how Y/N's lack of strength was a sign of procrastination and could potentially leave her behind," Robin reiterates.
His eyes widened at the raven-haired female's response, redirecting his attention to the one-sided conversation between you and the swordsman.
"Regardless of your strength level, you're still part of this crew. You understand? We're in the future Pirate King's crew. What kind of crew would we be if we didn't look after one another?" Zoro said.
He lowers head into a bow.
"We'll help you become stronger. We're a team and we don't leave each other behind. But, only if you choose to let us. It's my fault for acting high mighty and being inconsiderate. Forgive me, Y/N."
Without a single word in, Sanji kneeled beside him, his head hung low similarly to the male in front of you.
"Me, too. Y/N-san, it was our fault you considered leaving, so please forgive us for making you think such things. Please don't leave us because of our recklessness," the blonde begs.
Their words surprised you as you weren't expecting this type of reaction. Zoro's tendency of remaining conservative had you believe he wouldn't apologize publicly, let alone kneeling in front of the entire crew.
Usually, if a member left the crew at their own will, he'd allow their leave since he wouldn't want to coerce their duty as a pirate crew member upon them, especially since Luffy aspires to be the next Pirate King. Yet, it boggled you to see him beg you to remain in the crew.
Sanji, on the other hand, tends be a prideful man. Similarly to Zoro, it was a shock seeing him publicly apologize to you, let alone kneeling before you. However, you knew Sanji is a man of manners and he will own up to his mistakes, even if it meant his own humiliation.
With a soft smile, you gently laid your hands upon their heads.
"I forgive you. Just please, talk to me if anything is the matter or if I need improvement on anything," you graciously replied.
Tense from the neck down, the two men relaxed under your touch as your words brought ease into their anxious hearts. Giggles and grunts of approval radiated from the group behind the males, gleeful at the scene before them, you along with them. Out of your sight, the swordsman and the cook before you simultaneously grinned along their beloved crew.
Purely ecstatic, Sanji delicately lifted you in his arms, spinning you around, still considerate of your injuries. With no thoughts in his mind, he gave you the most passionate kiss he could provide out of the rush in his system. Red painted your cheeks deeply as the ginger witnessing on the side smirked unlike the shocked expressions of the sniper and doctor.
The kiss now dawning into his head, the smile plastered on the blonde's face dropped out of embarrassment as his face flushed into a darker shade compared to your's. However, his grip around your body unwavered.
"O-Oh, I'm s-- Mmph!" He started before being interrupted by a pull of his collar and your addicting lips.
Though surprised at first, he quickly melted into the touch, sweetly caressing your cheek. The session occurred for a few moments until you pulled away allowing the male to catch his breath.
"That was-- I mean-- You are-- Wow," he stuttered.
Laughing softly, you kiss his cheek.
"You are a bit 'wow' yourself. Although I'm not sure about myself though. You sure you want my bald and chubby mess of a bo--"
This time, he took the initiative to silence your self-destructive words with his lips until he was ready to pull away. Pulling away, he gazed into your gorgeous eyes, caressing your cheek once more.
"Of course. I want all of you and only you," he almost whispered.
He pecks your nose before joining both of your foreheads.
"No one else."
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