A/N: REVIEW FOR IT FEEDS MY ENGINE OF CREATION!
HOLY CRAP SO MANY REVIEWS~!
Also, the internet's been crappy down here all week for some reason; so I do apologize for the lack of updates. I can't really do anything about it. Maybe it has something to do with the heat? It works just FINE in the morning and evening, but during the afternoon its a right and proper PAIN IN THE ASS to deal with. Throw in my chaotic work schedule, and I don't have nearly as much time to write as I used to.
Hopefully the problem will pass soon.
Sorry for not updating for awhile there, my health issues reared their ugly heads again and put me out of commission for awhile. Alas, I haven't been able to make chapters as long as I'd like; which leads into the lack updates for this story; writing a self-insert story is DAMN DIFFICULT and as a result chapters take a LOT longer to make, considering I want to maintain a standard of quality. Its even more difficult when you try treading into new territory-as I seem to be doing now, going through Robin's formative years.
I won't call it easy, but its an absolute blast to write~!
Minor timeskip here!
Oh, and an addendum, I fully blame "This Bites" for getting me back into One Piece. Its fucking ADDICTING for one thing!
Yes, Xomniac, I blame you and your partners XD
Have at thee~!
So consider this little interlude-yes, I know its short, and that is deliberate-a bit of a rebirth of sorts, a prelude to the utter chaos that's coming! Some of you have already guessed we're I'm taking this but the ending of the chapter is going to prove quite the shocker. Yes, this...
...this is gonna be BIG~!
"What gave you that idea?"
"Eh, I read a ton of fanfiction."
...what? Neon, what's fanfiction?"
"Ack! Nope! Not meant for young ears!"
~a pair of fugitives.
Glimmer (Interlude)
Thud.
Nico Robin fought down a flinch as her companion's skull met the wall for what felt like the umpteenth time that morning. He'd been at it for the better part of an hour now, and a small part of the young girl wondered if her physically-challenged comrade had finally gotten it out of his system. As ever, the young man surprised her. Like clockwork, he reeled his head back and smashed it down again. As she looked on a fresh fissure of fractures etched themselves against the stone; sending a latticework of fine cracks shooting across the already worn surface.
Thud.
"Er...Neon?" she ventured hesitantly of him, "Are you alright?"
Thud.
Judging by the inane line of utter gibberish he spouted, he was not.
Thud.
Honestly, she might've found it humorous...if not for the attention it was drawing to them.
Thud.
"W-Well," she squeaked out, "You bribed that innkeeper with the money we stole, so least we have a place to stay for the night and no one is hunting us-
THUD.
To that effect the "Trigger" reared back and snapped his head forehead against the plaster one last time. The result was an exceptionally loud headbutt that bashed clean through the wall entirely; drilling a skull-sized opening into the battered edifice and thereby permitting a glimpse into the room beyond. Uttering an oath no sane man had any business understanding, her comrade flopped back against the bed and sprawled out against the covers, flailing his arms like wet noodles.
"Bounties." he groused. "Of course they slapped us with bounties. Damnit, why are they so high?!"
"But no one knows who we are!"
"That's not the problem." his wild eyes blazed up at the ceiling, the intensity of his glare such that it threatened to cause the already peeling paint there to crumble. "I'm almost certain that jackass is going to try and sell us out once he ferrets out that little nugget of truth and believe me, he will. He seemed like the weaselly sort."
She opened her mouth to argue...
...and shut it with a defeated click.
"How long do we have?" she whispered.
His head popped up, considering her quiet inquiry. "Eh, until morning? Maybe? If we're really lucky and no one puts two-and-two together? From there, we'll stow away on the first ship we can find and get the hell out of dodge. Gotta be careful, though. Murphy's Law might fuck us over in the-
"Swear." Robin chirruped softly.
"Sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to say that one."
After a moment's consideration, little Robin tilted her head.
"What's...Murphy's Law?"
"Bahahahahaha!"
Oddly enough, her innocent question drew a bark of laughter from her injured ally. Propping himself up on his good arm, he reached out to muss her dark hair. She couldn't help but notice how his fingers trembled; a sure sign that he wasn't as well as he claimed to be. She could see the dark circles under his eyes, see that he wasn't as hale and healthy as he claimed to be. Still, his smile didn't waver.
Robin felt her jaw lock upon, her eyes going glassy at the memory.
A rueful smile greeted her.
"I'll tell you about it tomorrow."
Putting emphasis on that, he slugged the wall.
"STOP PUTTIN' HOLES IN MY HOUSE!" a sharp voice cried from downstairs.
"Aaaaaaand on that note, I'm out." Neon declared, seizing a pillow and all but flinging his head onto it. "My heart can't take all this stress right now. I am officially done with this day. Sleep well, Robin."
"Night." Robin chirruped...
..only to pause, craning her neck southward.
Against her better judgement, the youngster propped herself up on her elbows and risked a peek into the man-made hole. After all, her fellow fugitive had made an awful racket, so she felt at least somewhat inclined to apologize on his behalf. Imagine her surprise then, when she found a towering man with black-hair-going-grey gaped back at them, eyes bulging. Clad in a floral print shirt and unbecoming trousers, a newspaper clutched in his fists, he gawped at her from his chair in silent confusion-or was it consternation-seemingly unable to believe his eyes.
Robin waved sheepishly with one of her many hands.
"Sorry about the damage, mister." she sighed.
Said eyes rolled right back in his head.
"Great scott!"
The young assassin-to-be silently strangled a sigh in her throat as she leaned back from the opening. In her mind, she paid the stranger no heed. Well. At least he wasn't inflicting any immediate damage on himself. Too hardheaded for that. Besides, it wasn't as if he'd bring the house down around them...
Thud.
...right?
THUD.
As if to echo that very thought someone kicked the door down.
And their brave world imploded.
With a great rending cry the flimsy wooden barrier tore itself from its hinges and cannoned across the room. Towards her. Her only thought was to fling up her hands-for what little good it did her. Strong arms seized Robin by the shoulders and wrested her out of harms way, taking the impact full on the chin. In an instant Neon found himself upended off the bed and locked beneath the shattered frame. He'd scarcely made it to his feet before a mighty boot crunched down against the door, trapping him against its rotten frame. A string of invectives leaped from his lips as he struggled against them, to no avail.
"Oi, what the hell?!"
"Helloooooooooo there~!"
A towering shadow cast itself over them both.
"So!" A booming voice rumbled in her ears. "You brats have some nerve, interrupting my vacation!"
Beneath his boot, Neon stiffened.
"You've gotta be kidding me...
Monkey D. Garp, Hero of the Marines, grinned cheekily down at them.
"Now, then." he hummed, cracking his knuckles, "What should I do with you two...?"
A/N: Yup, just went there.
Aaaaaaaaaaand there we go! My very first try at a self-insert story for Once Piece*blushes furiously*and I pray to god that I didn't do to badly. I REALLY WANTED THIS TO BE ENTERTAINING HERE FOLKS! I'm a master writer when it comes to Naruto, Bleach, and other works of fiction, but they be just that. FICTION. This is me inserted into this story, bits of my life plumbed out before you, and, well, to be honest, its a tad embarrassing. None of the oddity I did with Not a Hero.
So?
What's next?
Ideas?
Naturally, I plan to go more in depth with certain characters than most...including new events and all sorts of chaos as I plunge into the the wild, wacky, sad, awesome world of One Piece! It will make ya laugh too, I promise! God, I really am going to ruin time as we know it in this one...and all ideas are welcome!
So, in the Immortal Words of Atlas...
...Review, Would You Kindly?
...hope ya'll like it! And of course, enjoy the preview! Hope it makes ya smile a little.
(Preview)
"Pffft...
A hand clapped over his mouth.
"DON'T YOU DARE!"
"FEH FEH FEH!"
"Gah! Its splithead?!"
Foxy collapsed. "S-Splithead...?"
"How much did we make this time?"
"Enough to feed us for more than a year! Ha! What a haul!"
...Neon, your eyes just turned into berries again. That's rather terrifying."
"Don't care! Sooooooooooooo much gold!"
"Well, fuck me bloody."
Crocodile arched an eyebrow.
"Quite a mouth you've got there."
R&R=D