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Chapter 1: Realization
I could only blink at what I was watching. My crew mates, my nakama, were all in tears. Why were they crying. Who was that that they were all around in a small circle? I called out to them, but none of my nakama answered my voice. I tried again, but the result was still the same. What was going on?
He looked at everyone's face and they all showed pain. All them had expressions of sadness. Usopp and Chopper were hugging each other, their tears running down like waterfalls. Franky was also crying, but trying to rub his eyes to get rid of his tears, but it wasn't working. Brook was the same, except for his treasured violin that he was playing, a soft, sad tune coming from the beautiful instrument.
Robin had her mouth covered by her hand, her own tears falling from her eyes and down her hand, her sobs becoming blocked and barely hear able through her hand. Sanji's one visible eye showed that he too was crying and I watched as he had trouble lighting up his cigarette, his shaky hand being the cause.
I then looked at Zoro. The first person I had recruited for my crew. I remember the first time I saw him and the first thought I had of him was that he looked really cool. Luckily for me, Zoro was exactly that. I couldn't picked a better first member of my crew than Zoro. I put all my trust in him and he never failed my expectations. But to see him, his hand just above his eyes, crying was a shock to me. I knew Zoro would never cry unless it's something really serious. So, what was it, the one thing that made Zoro, the tough Zoro cry like this.
My eyes then finally set upon Nami. The orange haired navigator of my crew. In the past two years, she changed, but then again, everyone else changed a lot as well. I saw her, on her knees, crying. My heart felt like it shattered into a million pieces at the sight. I never seen her cry like she is now. I also saw that she was mouthing something, screaming in fact, but I couldn't hear her. I don't know what she was saying, but whatever it was, she was directing it to whatever it was on the floor in front of her.
I had to see what made not only Nami cry, but everyone else as well. I walked forward. As I got closer, this feeling of dread crept all over my body. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I tried again to say something, but just like before, his voice was not heard. I walked up to Robin and tried to place my hand on her shoulder. But my eyes widened when my hand suddenly went through her shoulder. I pulled back quickly and took a step or two back in shock. I looked down at my hand and just stared at it. It didn't seem like nothing was wrong with it, which only made it more confusing.
I looked back at my nakama. They were all still crying, but this time they were talking to each other. Most of the talking was done by Zoro and it seemed to have been directed at Nami as I saw her shake her head furiously and scream something back at him. Why couldn't I hear them? Why did my hand just go through Robin? I was so confused.
I decided, after a while of watching them talk, to walk forward again. Zoro and Nami were still going at it and I saw Sanji start to get involved as well. I tried touching Robin's shoulder again, but once again, my hand went through her body. I pulled back and frowned, but continued walking forward. Once I past Robin, I looked over at Nami and then my eyes set themselves upon the object of everyone's sadness.
My eyes widen and pupils dilated. I couldn't believe what I was looking at. There, on the floor in front of Nami was a person. But not just any person. That was person was someone who I recognized. I backed away at the sight of the person who had a huge hole in his chest. The person who had blood covering most of his body and most of it was on the grass of the deck of the Thousand Sunny.
I failed to notice that my entire body just went through Zoro, but I was in too much shock to even care at the moment. I tripped and fell down on the deck, my eyes never leaving the body of the young man. I raised my hands and saw that I was shaking violently. I reverted my eyes from my hands, back to the man.
How could this be? I panicked. It was then I realized what all of this meant. The reason why my nakama were crying, why I wasn't able to touch them, and the reason why they were all crying over the body of the man covered in blood. That man was me, Monkey D. Luffy, and I, was dead.
To Be Continued...