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The Untold Story of The Donquixote Family	By : Illusion Category: Manga Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1225 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or Fairy Tail, nor the characters found in them. In some cases I don't even own the locations where my story takes place. I don't make any money from the writing of this story, nor do I expect to do so in the future.

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Chapter 6: First mate
The gods have called you to the holy land - said Mirajane now that she was seated again. Really? - said the king amused. What is the occasion? It appears that they want to make you join the rank of the Warlords official. Heh Heh Heh! How considered of them. So, are you going to answer the call? - asked Mirajane quietly. Heh Heh Heh! But of course. The gods themselves are calling upon me, and I mustn't let them wait.
Mirajane had woken earlier today, so she could go and see the king before his departure. When she entered his room though, she saw that was too late for that. She only found the open window, and nothing else. Mirajane bites her lips in frustration at the sight of the open window. The king had decided to fly there. That wasn't what troubled her though. What troubled her was that like always he had gone alone. This wasn't anything new coming for him, he always liked to go solo most of the time. Still, she would have preferred he hasn't done that in this case. Not when he was going to that place. The holy land was a dangerous place. Very dangerous for him to be sure. The memories he had of that place may come to haunt him and may make him do something very stupid. Mirajane closed the window and then approached the king's giant bed. The bed wasn't done yet so that meant the servants hadn't come through here yet. She sat on the bed and tears came to her blue eyes in an instant. She felt broken inside. Was it because he had left, and she didn't know how long he would take to come back? Was it because she wished he was sitting on this bed with her? Always in times like these, she always asked herself this: Why did she love a man like this?
Time has passed but Mirajane hasn't moved from the king's bed. If she moved from there, she felt like she would lose the last thing she had of his right now. Sleep came knocking to her even though she had just woken up from it. Dreams came playing from her sleeping mind, like music from an instrument... She remembered this particular dream though. The dream always started with her alone, starving and freezing. It was a day like many others for the seven years old Mirajane. She had very few memories of her young life. Maybe it was like that because there wasn't much worth remembering to begin with. She had been walking for hours now. There was no town on sight, and the weather was just getting worse and worse. She had to flee from the last town she was in. The people of the town had called her a disgusting monster that had no place there. Some of them had even attacked her. One of them had almost killed her. The blood trickling down on her left thigh was proof of that. The terrible man had knifed her and missed her vitals by just a tiny bit. Mirajane never understood why people hated her. She never did anything wrong. She was just an orphan trying to get by. Why was she always chased away from every town she found herself in? What was wrong with her? Mirajane had been walking for hours now. She had no idea where she was. Tears came to her eyes. She was going to die, she knew it. She was in the middle of a winter storm, barely dressed, wounded and starving. What had she done to make the gods forsake her like this?
When Mirajane woke up she found herself cold as ice, and in the middle of the snow. Her vision was blurry, and she didn't know where she was. She almost screamed when a strange figure appeared before her. The figure came to his knees in front of her and was looking the girl with his two big terrifying eyes. Tell me human - said the tall figured. Why are you here? Mirajane just stared back at him and didn't say anything. The cat took your tongue? - continued the tall figure with a sinister tone in his voice. I don't have any use of mutes though. So, if you don't talk I will just leave you to die here. I am lost. - said the little girl with a trembling voice. I got into trouble and run away. I don't know where this is. What kind of trouble? - asked the creature with the terrifying eyes. Someone stabbed me with a knife. Hmm! You are a thief than? - said the figure with a cold voice. No! I am no thief! - shouted Mirajane in anger. Then why else would someone knife someone like yourself? I am cursed. What?! - asked the figure with curiosity in his voice now. Mirajane tried with all her might to uncover her left arm for the creature to see. Her arm was not human at all. It was scaled like that of a lizard and had long claws where there should be fingers. The mysterious figure looked at the hand for a moment but didn't appear to be shocked in any way from the sudden revelation. If he had other questions though they had to wait because our Mirajane had to faint.
When Mirajane woke again she found herself in a run-down shack. Her wound had been amended to, and she was sited close to the fire. Mirajane turned her head immediately when she heard the door of the shack open. She was surprised to see that no monster came through the door. What actually came through the door was a young boy, probably a couple of years older than her. His hairs were blond, and he was dressed in a very ragged way. Lastly, she noticed that he was wearing some very expensive shades. Those strange eyes that I saw - she said to herself. They were his sunglasses.
The young boy sat close to the fire but didn't pay any attention to the little girl. Thank you! - whispered Mirajane. No one has ever helped me out. I wish I could repay you, but I have nothing off value to give. The blond boy just ignored the girl's comments and continued to look at the fire.
They stayed in silence like that for a while. Then the little girl began talking again. My name is Mirajane. What is yours? The young boy turned his head in her direction and looked at her for a while, then said: Doflamingo. Is this your house? [Silence] No. Whose house is this? - continued the white-haired little girl. You ask too many questions, human! - said the boy with venom in his voice. If you must know, a couple lived her till a day or two ago. They were smugglers. I killed them, and that is the end of it. The way he said the words killed them without remorse terrified Mirajane. There was no regret in his voice. If Mirajane had been a bit more attentive and wise she would have noticed that there was a pleasure in his voice as well. An immense pleasure.
After that, the rest of the day passed in silence. Even though the young boy had been so nice as to patch her up he hadn't given her anything to eat or drink. She didn't have a bed either. There was only one bed in the shack and that was used by the boy himself. When Mirajane had suggested that the bed was enough for the two of them, he had just laughed in her face and shoved her away with one hand. Sleeping on the floor was killing Mirajane. Her young body hurt like hell. When she has asked for food the young boy had laughed again in her face and told her that if she wanted to eat, she should work for it. So Mirajane angrily accepted to clean the shack for him, in exchange for food. As much as she was grateful to her savior, she had to admit that he pissed her off. Like who lets someone without food after they have saved them. What was the point of saving someone, just to let them starve to death? Our Mirajane was young and naive, so we will forgive her for not understanding the wicked nature of her savior. If she had been just a bit wiser than she would have probably run and not looked back.
Mirajane had been living with the young boy for a couple of days now. Every day she would do chores, and in exchange, he would give her food. Still, he didn't allow her to eat in his presence. He had said that the mere thought of human eating with him made him sick. Mirajane had noticed the disgust the boy had of her right way. After all, she was used to that expression. It wasn't anything new. Maybe it was the continuous abuse she had through her short life, or maybe it was that this disgust was ten times stronger that anyone else that led Mirajane to finally snap. I know that I am disgusting - she finally screamed one night. There is no need to rub it in my face every time you look at me! The blond boy looked at her but didn't say anything. I see! - shouted Mirajane again this time with pure anger in her voice. I am too disgusting to even be talked to now. The young man raised a hand as to quiet her and started talking in a low voice: I do not hate you because your hand is that of a beast. I hate you because you are human. What? - shouted the white-haired one. So are you! She regretted those words as soon as they left her lips. A terrible fury appeared in the boy's face, so terrible that all his handsome features now had fled his face leaving their place to terrible contorted sight. I dare you- shouted the boy. I dare you to say that again brat. Tell me again that I am a pathetic human like yourself one more time. Mirajanes face became white as snow and she began to tremble. She stayed in that state for a moment before collecting herself and saying: How come you are not afraid of me than? The boy's anger had left him now and he was just looking at the fire again. Because - he said. There is nothing to be afraid of. You are not cursed, fool. In fact, you are blessed. Blessed? - said Mirajane now with a renewed fury in her voice. You call this blessed - she shouted by showing her scaled hand. You must be joking! The boy ignored her anger and continued: What you have is one the powers granted by the blue sea. There are many of them in the world, but not enough for them to be a normal occurrence. They are even rarer here in this part of the world we live in. Why? I don't know. Maybe it is because this is the edge of the known world and even the sea doesn't care about this place. If this is not common knowledge on this side of the world than how come you know so much about it? - asked Mirajane not trusting a word the boy said. Well - Doflamingo said. That is because I am an ability user myself. These words shocked the little girl. Her eyes went wide, and she just stared at the blond boy for a very long time. Show me! - she said after she had regained her composure. Doflamingo looked at her for a moment and then he began moving his fingers in the air. The girl felt like someone has tied something around her throat so tight that she couldn't breathe. It felt like she was being hanged. Doflamingos was smiling a vicious smile and was looking at her expression with amusement. He continues that for another second or two and then the pain left Mirajane as quickly as it had come. Tears came pouring off the little girls' eyes like rivers. She wasn't cursed! She wasn't cursed!
In the days that followed the mood on the shack was better. At least Mirajane's mood was better. The boy had explained to her that her hand looking like that was because of her lack of control. He had told her that when she gained understanding of her power, she would be able to return her hand back to what it was before. Mirajane happiness didn't last though. As soon as she was healed enough to be out on the world again Doflamingo had told her to get lost. She had begged him to have her stay with him, but he had laughed to her face like he always did when she said something utterly stupid in his opinion and had kicked her out of the shack.
She was alone again. Alone in this damn hostile world. The blond boy hadn't been nice to her in any way mind you, but he still had been nicer to her than most. Actually, he had been the only one on her entire life that had treated her like she wasn't a monster. She knew that he still hated her for being "human", but she also knew that he hated anyone who was it. So even his hatred wasn't something only directed at her. For him, she was like everyone else, and this made the little girl happy and sad at the same time.
Mirajane had walked for days now, but she hadn't seen any town yet. It didn't help either that she didn't know where she was. She had been thrown out so many towns in during her short life that she probably wasn't welcomed in any of the towns on the island by now. Still, she couldn't just stay in the wilderness. This island was too dangerous for that. The island was one of the outcasted ones. These were islands that were shunned by the gods themselves. It was said by old people in the towns Mirajane had visited that the gods blocked even the flow of food in this part of the world. What Mirajane thought strange though was that the people of this island didn't fear the gods for this but hated them.
As Mirajane was thinking about all this, she failed to notice the rundown town that appeared in front of her. When she noticed she was almost at the entrance of it. When she saw where her leg had brought her, she cursed them under her breath. She was standing in front of the small town where she had been knifed just a few days ago. Fear took her whole being. She began to tremble and look around afraid that someone had seen her. It was night but still, someone may still be walking around even at this hour. She took a breath of relief when she saw that there wasn't anybody around. As she tried to back away as quietly as possible her eyes went to the ground and what she saw there terrified her. Blood - she murmured under her breath. There was blood, a lot of blood in the ground. Mirajane followed it as if the blood was showing the way.
This was a very small town. There were 20 maybe 30 people living here at the most. It was a very nasty town. When she was here last time, she had heard a man call this place a town of whores. The man had even approached the white-haired young girl when he had seen her, asking her how much she wanted for some time together. Mirajane remembered running in terror as soon as she felt his cold hand on her face. In fact, it was because of that that she was chased out of town after. When she had run away, she hadn't been careful enough covering her hand and everyone had seen it.
Mirajane was almost in the middle of the town when she stopped and looked around. She didn't know why she was doing this foolishness. What was she expecting to find here? As she continued her walk to the heart of the small town, she saw the most terrifying thing at this moment in her life. There were body parts everywhere. Heads, legs hands, and other parts that she didn't know if they were even part of a body once. It was a very brutal killing. A kind of killing that was done with a smile. Something moved at her right and she almost jumped in fear. Please! - said a terrified voice. Please! I am sorry. We all are. The one speaking was a woman. She was covered in blood, but she didn't seem hurt. When the woman saw Mirajane standing on top of the bodies she screamed a terrible scream a began to pray. Mirajane approached her quietly and asked: What happened here? The one was trying her best to not look at the direction of the white-haired girl when she said: We are sorry! Please! Tell your friend that we didn't want to hurt you. Please! Friend? - asked Mirajane. What friend? The woman still trembling said: The blonde-haired one. He came here asking if we had seen a white-haired girl. The men started laughing and boasting on how one of them had fatally injured you. Then... Gods! His laughter. I can still hear it. Mirajane was looking at the woman now with widening eyes. What happened next? - asked the girl with a low voice. He... He began killing people. He said that he didn't know who was at fault and who wasn't. He said that he didn't care really. So, he said that he will kill us at random, and so he did. He killed them, and he was laughing all the while. There was nothing human in him. Then - the woman continued. He said to them that were left to spread the word on what had happened here. To what had happened to the people who had touched the white-haired girl. He said that he would return to see if we did that. That is why you are here right? - asked the trembling woman and then continued. Please! Tell him, we have done just that. Everyone who could mount a horse has already done so. Please!
If another person had seen the carnage that Doflamingo had unleashed on this town, would think twice before going to look for him. The little Mirajane though wasn't the brightest person and seeing that she was still a kid it is understandable. She retraced her steps so quickly as it seemed she was flying through them, and not walking on them. There was an enormous fear in her little heart as she did so. What if he is already gone? - she said to herself.
When the white-haired girl was finally in front of the shack again, she was almost breathless. Doflamingo was preparing to depart when the door of the shack opened with a thump. The blond-haired boy looked with annoyance at the door, and then his annoyance became surprise. There was a white-haired girl standing in the open doorway now. Her eyes were bright blue. You again? – asked him with annoyance now showing in his handsome features. The girl did not answer but she just run towards him and, put her hands around him. No matter how much the boy yelled at her, cursed at her she didn't let go.
Mirajane woke up with a smile on her face. She felt so much better now. The dream had reminded her why she followed this heartless man. The dream had reminded her why she loved this heartless man.
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