Hey people of Fanfiction or just One Piece Fanfiction!
I'm back to work with this story once again, and for those of you who might ask, "What the fuck took you so long?!" or perhaps, "Dammit! I thought for sure that you gave up on this story!" I am here to say no I haven't given up on this story. I just had to deal with stressful family matters, school related problems and write an entirely different fanfic called Lingering Nights, and complete it as well, while I was away from this one story.
Either way, I'm going to go back through all of the chapters of this fanfic and fix them all since as I read over the whole story just to see what I had to fix I slammed my hand on the computer screen and yelled, "Fuck! I gotta fix this NOW!" and I seriously mean that I couldn't believe how many mistakes I made with my own dang story. Sooo… That's why I'm going to edit and finish it at last, but only one chapter at a time since I don't feel that much of a need to take down the other chapter rather than just fix them up.
So with all of that finally said and done, let the newly refurbished chapter one set sail!
It was truly an unfortunate night for any who dared to sail in the foggy waters…
The massive ship, Thriller Bark, sailed right on the boundary between the fog and the open, clear sea beside it as an imaginable silence swept across both the sea and the ship. A single cry of pain and misery rang out and broke the silence, but only for a second before all returned back to the way it was before the shrill cry. The owner of the cry was fading away as rain drops started to fall from their clouds in the sky and they were unaware that they were only making that person's death so much more miserable for both the person and their family.
It was in the top of the first mansion of Thriller Bark where the cry came from and it was also where a last cry was heard from as well. The room they were in seemed like a room from pages of a gothic graphic novel, cold and dark, with cathedral ceilings and ornate carvings and scary gargoyle-like statues perched on the outside of the building. A full moon shone brightly through huge stained glass windows behind a figure lying on her death bed, filling the room with an eerie bluish light.
A hoarse voice then managed to croak out, "Live…" just before taking one last look at her husband and the tiny object that was held within his arms before taking in one last breath and leaving the world with a smile on her face That woman realized that she would never again see the moonlight of the midnight sky with her family and excepted her fate. The pain she could've shone before her death could've just been tears running down her face but she managed to compose herself for the sake of her child, for the sake of her first and only daughter.
The silence that had once filled the area before returned right after the dying figure had just left the world only to but shut out again as an ear piercing sound could be heard from anywhere on or around the large pirate ship. It was of now that the crying of a newborn was the only sound to be heard throughout the entire mansion and the whole island. This, of course, was a most memorable moment for all who lived on the pirate ship and any who served under the captain of said ship.
However, the captain/master was simply gazing down upon a fresh corpse and for the first time in his career as a pirate, he didn't want to use a corpse to plant a shadow inside and make it an undead zombie. No, he looked down upon the woman with a loving, tender look in his eye that showed just how much he loved and cared for her when she was living. The woman that he married, that a few seconds ago was a breathing woman giving birth to their baby, was now and forever dead.
Although, hell would have to freeze over before the master showed his feelings in front of his minions, so nothing single tear slid down the long neck of the master as he now held onto his crying daughter within his arms.
Two zombie servants pulled a white sheet over the woman's body and then pushed the table away as the good doctor of the pirate ship walked towards his master.
The doctor's hands and the whole front of his shirt was smeared with the fresh blood of his master's late mistress even though shame washed all over the skilled surgeon. He couldn't do anything to save that woman from her death; there was just so much blood and so little time and he had just cut the baby's umbilical cord as well. He thought that this was going to be a simple delivery and now all he could think about was what he was going to say to his master and the shame that would now haunt him for the rest of his life.
"Master Moria," Doctor Hogsback sighed greatly as he stepped towards his shadowy master with his hands placed behind his back. "Even with my medical skills I couldn't do anything to save her from death". He glanced up at Moria who was now looking down at the crying child wrapped up in a soft blanket. "I never thought that this was going to happen the way it happened, but if only I could have-" The doctor was cut off as Moria raised his hand in the air.
"Leave now…" The Shadow Lord said only those two words before returning his attention back to his newborn child.
"Such great sorrows these two souls must now go through, truly they have my condolences". Hogsback thought as he was forced to leave the room before his head could be chopped or before something much, much worse occurred. "Truly birth and death are the two miracles of life".
"I told her that she would die if she wanted to have a child". Moria said to himself. "But she was so damn persistent about having a child so I gave her that wish of hers, but hell why did she have to die to only catch a glimpse of our child"? Another tear slipped down his long neck and landed on the floor with audibly splat as it splattered against the stone.
Gecko Moria watched for nine months as his mistress grew weaker and weaker with each passing month, but he also watched as she grew happier and happier by the minute. Her wish had come true and she lived long enough to spend at least a few minutes with their child before her passing. Moria would be left to wonder for the rest of his life how his life and his daughter's life would've been different if his wife was still living. Oh why did the universe have to be so unclear with its mysterious ways of fate? Frankly, Moria didn't care about fate or destiny, all he wanted was to change one of the two so that his lover would still be breathing.
Still, now with his wife dead and a whimpering baby in his arms, one thing managed to pop into Moria's mind before anything else could.
"Ashlethen Gecko Grace Moria," Moria managed to smile just a bit as he remembered when his late mistress had discussed names with him over their child. "Your mother would've loved to hear that I agreed on her with your first name, Ashlethen, and our daughter should at least her mother's middle name for her middle name like she would've wanted. Although, she can't desire anything anymore…" His thoughts went back to the sheet covering his wife's face. "And now I'm all you have and you're all I have in the world, Ashlethen". Somehow the crying child seemed to stop weeping at the sound of her name and only smirked as her father took notice of that and glanced down at her.
Whimpering just a little bit due to moving her newborn muscles, little Ashlethen somehow managed grabbed her father's enormous index finger as he held it out for her. Hell, Moria even managed to laugh a little when she tried to wrap her two little arms all the way around finger but physically failing to do so.
"You like your name, my little angel"? He asked softly. Now it may have just been all the tears he was now holding back in his eyes, but Moria could've sworn that he saw the baby nod her head as she stroked over the glove's fabric.
Yes it was an unfortunate day but it was also a memorable day for Thriller Bark; one life was taken and one life was born into existence. It could've been destiny or fate's way of saying something or a lot of things were coming into the Moria family's way soon enough but as for right now, Moria's smirk grew back to its normal size and for the first time he carried the small newborn in his arms and carried her out of the room.
A few minutes later…..
It hadn't been but a couple of hours since the little zombie trio, Bao, Nin and Gyoro, had seen their master and mistress. The three of them were completely aware that they left for the first mansion so that their mistress could deliver her baby, but they were completely unaware of their lady's passing. No, they had only been waiting for their masters to return with their newborn child; death hadn't even crossed their minds in the slightest bit and now it was coming at them without giving them the slightest warning whatsoever.
The three zombies took notice of their master's presence before he even reached the master bedroom since they could hear his footsteps from almost a mile away like anyone could. Once the door to his room opened up and revealed his silhouette, the three of them instantly cheered upon his return.
However, he paid them no mind as he walked over to unoccupied crib that was made for his child a few weeks ago. The crib, itself, stood at a height of twenty feet and was carved from bloodstained cherry tree wood and had several signature carvings of ocean waves skillfully edged into the wood from a carpenter zombie that Moria had first requested to make such a crib when he first heard that his mistress was carrying his child. Soft silk blankets were laid down on several plush toys that were randomly scattered about the baby's bed and laid happily underneath the soothing, black canopy as they patiently waited to be played with.
Moria gently placed his little girl down within the blankets and watched as she squirmed in her baby blanket after being set down onto her bed. She instantly began to whimper and whine as her tiny fingers quickly grabbed hold of her father's index finger. Ashlethen didn't want her father leaving her side and she didn't want to leave his side. Not that Moria could fully blame her. She was a baby and he was her parent. She, naturally, wanted to be close to him for protection and such.
When Gyoro, Nin, and Bao took notice of the adorable sight of a their new little master refusing to let go of her father, they smiled and hurried to climb their way into the crib so that they could get a better look at their newborn master. The three of them quietly crept closer to their little master and took in every genetic feature that was obviously passed down to the little baby from her parents.
"Aw, Master-sama she has the cutest little eyes, and they're dark enough to resemble someone's shadow"! Bao said as he gazed down upon her. "Although, the brown hair that covers most of her head must be from Mistress-sama but the rest of her hair seems to turn red right at the tips. Oh and she has little, sharp triangular teeth and tiny, little devil horns as well"!
"The little master-sama even has purple nails like yourself Master-sama"! Nin pointed out.
"But it seems like Mistress-sama's genes really only went into the little master-sama's hair". Gyoro stated before he asked a question that almost caused their master to let his emotions overpower him. "Speaking of which… Master-sama, where is Mistress-sama"?
Moria suddenly coughed and fought against the pain in his chest, gradually relaxing as it left him, a drained, miserable shell of a man. He groaned and muttered to himself, barely realizing that his three little servants and his daughter were still within earshot. "Dammit…" The Shadow Lord cringed at the feeling of his broken heart within his chest fall into tiny little pieces before he hissed out, "Why does this have to hurt? I never wanted to her to die…! I never wanted her to… I mean… Everyone I loved died… I just want to forget…" His tears came, punctuated only by the sound of his disturbed breathing as he mourned the loss of the friends and his former lover he'd been way too proud to cherish in life.
At that point, Gyoro, Nin, and Bao realized that they would never see their beloved Mistress-sama ever again and their eyes widened in shock and in sadness. Truth be told, the three of them would've burst into tears right then and there if it wasn't for their newest little master's cries and whines filling their ears. They instantly rushed over to their tiny master and tried to calm her down as her father tried to bottle up his feelings before they overflowed and he spent the rest of the night mourning instead of tending to the needs of his heir.
Pushing aside his feelings, acting cruelly to others or just sleeping for days to avoid having to confront the reality of his waking life… none of this made sense if feelings of loneliness were what had made him so unhappy. For all his love of hurting and terrifying others, it seemed that Moria was incapable of realizing just how much his own grief had come to define him. He was a man who had come to fear loss so much that he preferred the company of the dead over the joy, pain and complicated feelings that living friends might bring him. Even to the most insensible people, it had probably become quite obvious that he was not sane or healthy.
A tiny whimper then reached his ears and he instantly returned his attention back to his newborn daughter. The baby looked at him with her head tilted since she really had no clue what was troubling her father and why he was crying in the first place.
It was at that point that Moria knew he had to attempt to be at least a little bit more sane and a little bit more open with his child, and if not for his sake then for her own sake at the very least. She was just born into a world filled with adventure, mystery and devastation and she had no clue as to what any of those things were. She was innocent and as pure as a newborn child could be and Moria wasn't about to shut his daughter out of his life and shove her into the great, big crazy world outside. No, she needed him and he needed to give her a life where she could be allowed to live as free as she wanted to be.
However, another thought came to his mind and reminded him of another matter that needed to be tended to at the time being.
The Shadow Lord looked to the three little zombies which were hovering beside of his little girl. They were merely overjoyed in the presence of their tiny master and they would surely stay by her side if Moria were to leave the room for a few minutes. As for Ashlethen, the tiny child showed zero fear after staring the three zombie servants in the face, she merely and most likely showed pure interest over the fact that they looked like toys that she could play with when she had more energy. Moria saw this and watched as his daughter's curiosity was kept on the little zombies.
"Listen… I tend to a new corpse we have in stock". He said sadly as he started to approach the door to the master bedroom. "I need you three to watch her while I'm gone". He didn't even need to look back to see if they nodded in understanding or not, they were zombies and they would obey his orders no matter what he said to them. Right now he just needed to focus and keep his emotions together before anything else could happen.
Once their master had taken his leave, Gyoro, Nin, and Bao quickly turned their gaze back to the newborn child and saw their master's and late mistress' baby sleeping ever so quietly. Little Ashlethen had no idea of the pain and misery happening around her and had never even gotten to see her mother and would now forever not know what kind of woman her mother was. The idea of motherly love coming into Ashlethen's life was now out of the question and forever out of the question. This is the way things were going to be for her entire life and to think that her life just begun not even nine hours ago. Still, her fate could've been worse but that also must come with the passing of time as she comes to develop as a person. Right now all the little baby wanted to do was sleep and she deserved it entirely.
Within the second freezer of the smaller mansion…
Soulless zombies hung in the air by what seemed to be meat hooks while they were being kept fresh by the severely cold temperature. At the entrance to the freezer a small table was kept steady as the woman's body was placed upon it. Gecko Moria stood by and watched over the body as it was moved and handled ever so carefully by his undead servants.
"Ashlethen needs her mother… and I certainly can't fill that position". Moria thought to himself as he gazed down upon his dead wife's still smiling face. "I need an actual way to bring people back from the dead… I can't do this on my own. This… all of this… is going to be impossible without you". The Shadow Lord merely watched with teary eyes as his beloved was placed within a solid white coffin and sealed away in a safe for safe keeping.
Now nothing was going to do any damage her body and now no one could even glance at the late mistress unless Moria could finally find a way to actually bring back the dead to the land of the living. Although, such a cure for death could be impossible to find in his lifetime and many more lifetimes even after he is dead as well.
Once the zombie servants stepped away from the safe and left to do whatever order they had to fulfill next, Moria walked over to the safe and carefully placed a single, perfect black rose on top of it. He silently whispered, "A single rose for my rose". He then quickly took his leave due to the fact that he didn't want his sad emotions and broken heart overflowing right then and there. Yes, his mourning was meant for the dark and his tears were supposed to be hidden, but would those things remain the same if a newborn is remaining in the picture? Moria had no idea and at the time being he didn't want to know anything else. He was a single father with a little daughter and his insane life had just lost even more sanity than it ever had to begin with in the first place. This was going to be one hell of a life for the both of them from this point and on.
At the time being, the fog swirled around like a slithering snake on both the outside area of Thriller Bark and even around in the freezer of the dead. Silence flooded the room before the door was shut and the dead were left to rest in peace until their possible resurrection.
Yay, I finally fixed this chapter! Truth be told, it really needed it but I didn't have (and still don't have) the world's best writing skills, but I try my best and work my fingers till they ache to get this kind of stuff right.
Still, I'm glad I fixed it and now I must move onto the second chapter and fix that one up for all of you readers and reviewers of mine out there. Until next time, you guys!