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*Editted as of 2/19/2014*
Run, Run Away
I closed my eyes, breathing in the frosty air that cut my face and coloured it rosy red. My lips parted slightly as I let the cold air fill my lungs. I leaned against a tree, rubbing my arms gently, attempting to keep warm. I walked down the street quickly, my hair bouncing away from my neck with every step and allowing the cool air to nip unpleasantly at my neck. I shivered again, closing my eyes. It was so cold. I stepped up to a store, opening the door and entering quietly.
Within the bustling establishment, several pirates stood at the bar and in tables, scattered about and shouting. It was surprising that they were actually affiliating with other crews. I rubbed my arms, letting out a small sigh. The cacophonous sounds were like music to my ears, and I couldn't help but smile. The atmosphere was comforting in its own way.
I walked up to the counter, leaning against it and smiling easily at the bartender.
"Could I get a drink?" I asked, meeting his dark eyes. The man smiled slightly and a pirate joined me, staring. I glanced in his direction. The sword I had strapped to my waist was rather intricately designed with dragons and fire patterns upon it. It was a rather beautiful sword, but I only wore it for looks, really. The pirate eyed it with a high level of curiosity. I picked up my mug of beer that the bartender placed before me, wondering what exactly this green haired man was after.
"Are you up for a fight?" he asked me, meeting my eyes finally. His hand hovered over the three swords at his waist. I glanced back over him, gulping down my beer.
"I assume you mean a sword fight," I replied in a soft voice, "but I should warn you, I'm a total amateur." The swordsman smiled at me nonchalantly, and I put my glass mug down on the counter. A man in a red vest paused in the middle of choking down his food to observe us. Monkey D. Luffy, captain of the Straw Hat Pirates along with the Swordsman and First Mate, Rorona Zoro. I had gotten lucky that day. I smiled at Zoro sweetly.
"Might I ask you your name, sir?" I asked nonchalantly, "You couldn't be the infamous first mate of the Straw Hats that I've been hearing about?" Zoro smirked slightly.
"That would be me," he replied, not actually acting arrogant in the way that I supposed he might have. Not arrogant, but cool headed.
Outside the bar, the sun had finally come out, warming up my skin a tiny bit. I was thankful for the nicer weather. I always liked warmer weather. The climate of this island just didn't sit well with me.
"Nice to meet you then, Mister Zoro. I am Naiya Teach," I smiled. The realization that flashed through his dark eyes amused me. I was attempting to distract him from my last name with titles. He didn't seem at all affected by it though.
"Related to Blackbeard?" he asked shortly. I sighed, looking away from him, anger sparking up in my eyes. I wish people wouldn't ask me such things. It was annoying. Of course, I was related to him. The shared surnames made it obvious. "Teach" just wasn't common.
"Yeah," I said in a bored tone, "Let's get on with our little battle." I pulled out my sword moments slower than Zoro. I lost feeling in my arm for a moment. The water quickly reconnected though. I growled slightly. How annoying. He let some cold air in.
"How?" Zoro asked in confusion. I adjusted my position.
"The mizu-mizu no mi," I answered quickly, "It's a logia." He nodded, slicing my leg next. He was fast, and I couldn't block his advances. I sheathed my sword with a sad sigh.
"I just don't die. It's almost impossible and makes it hard to defeat me," I sighed, "I've tried poison, but it just dissolves and mixes… then poisons whoever tries to attack me." Zoro put away his swords as well.
"Hmph," Zoro grunted, then glanced around, immediately locating the bar. He walked back toward the wooden building, and I followed after.
"I warned you at least…" I replied with a weak smile. A tiny headache bit at the back of my brain. I pinched the bridge of my nose, redirecting the pain to it. I sighed softly, happy to have the pain in a different spot for a few moments.
"Zoro! Did you break her nose?" an excited young man asked while holding a large, chicken leg. I released my nose and smiled slightly.
"No," Zoro replied, "She's a bunch of water." I smirked at his description. Luffy's eyes widened.
"That's so cool!" he said to me. I shrugged as if it were nothing, "Will you show me?"
"Umm… sure," I replied and fell into a shapeless puddle. Luffy laughed, but their voices were a bit distorted from my point of view. I felt the vaguely exhilarating rush of reforming into my natural body shape.
"Will you be my nakama?" Luffy asked me excitedly, and a smile drew itself across my face, perfect, "You're really cool!"
"Hai. It's better to travel with a group, ne?" I replied with an uneasy smile. This was the hard part. I couldn't let them know that I was a spy. I'd never done something like that before. It was all relatively shocking because Luffy trusted me, and he barely even knew me!
"Cool! Welcome aboard, Naiya!" Luffy told me happily. My heart suddenly felt ten times lighter. I was in! That was probably the hardest part of this entire mission too. I smiled brightly at the two.
"Hooray!" I cheered along with them.
On the Thousand Sunny, I had to begin my job for Blackbeard. This job was to gather intel on the Straw Hats to aid him in their defeat. Though I absolutely despised my brother, he had my loyalty. He raised me, after all. I would do what he asked. I brushed my fingers over my sword and walked across the grassy deck over to a certain green haired man. I leaned over him, finding him to be asleep and most likely sleeping off a hangover by the heavy scent of alcohol that lingered on him. I smiled and reached over to poke him in the forehead.
"Good morning~" I said in a sing-song voice. Zoro opened his eyes, revealing the dark, obsidian eyes that hid beneath his eyelids. A glare appeared on his face when he realized it was me who woke him up. I laughed in amusement to myself.
"What do you want?" he asked with a sigh, making the glare disappear. I pulled away from him slightly, growing tired of the smell of beer.
"Well, I was hoping you'd teach me how to use this sword of mine," I replied. He looked at me in disbelief.
"You actually want to learn?" he enquired. I bit my lower lip, knowing that I had some other ulterior motive for asking him this. I was probably making a commitment to something I really didn't want to...
"Yup," I answered quickly before I could think of any more uncertainties. He sighed and lifted himself up off the ground. He didn't seem to be anywhere near a hangover, surprisingly enough, and actually appeared to be rather vigilant despite just having risen from a slumber.
Over the course of the next three days, he had me do a lot of seemingly random training exercises that had to do with weight lifting and dodging attacks. He didn't believe in my using devil fruit powers to absorb blows. All of this training never seemed to make all that much sense to me, and tired me out. At the end of every day I just collapsed and fell directly to sleep. No wonder he usually slept all the time. Zoro also enjoyed training at night more, so I had to adapt my sleeping habits to his. I didn't particularly like night, seeing as the sun wasn't warming me up, and it was usually rather muggy despite the occasional breeze.
"I'm not out to be built of muscle you know," I panted to Zoro. He laughed at my comment rather loudly.
"Swords aren't for wimps," he replied with a serious expression. I wiped my wet bangs off of my forehead. He stared at me a little closely, "You know, I don't see the resemblance."
"Hmph, I'm sure you can't," I retorted with a huff, figuring we had rounded to the topic of Blackbeard. I had heard that phrase occasionally when growing up, but I was a girl... so it wasn't like we were going to have a huge resemblance anyway. I tapped the sword at my waist lightly, growing accustomed to checking to make sure that it was still there.
"500 push ups," he ordered heartlessly. I gave him an exasperated look, but he didn't flinch. I dropped to the deck and started.
"1... 2... 3!" I squealed and fell when Zoro sat on my back, "Are you trying to kill me!?" He didn't seem to listen in the slightest to my complaint.
"498 push ups to go," he reminded me. I struggled to lift him up with my back and return to the correct position. Sweat beaded up on my forehead. Blackbeard... This better be fucking worth it.
"498... 499... 500!" I cried, falling onto my stomach in exhaustion. Zoro stood easily while I refused to move from my spot. Sweat had gotten into my eyes, causing them to burn and sting. I felt so thoroughly done with exercise for the rest of my life.
"Let's have a battle tomorrow," Zoro said with a smile, seeming excited about it. I looked at him through bleary eyes, panting loudly.
"Al... right..." I wheezed. The training he was putting me through was like the ultimate torture from hell. I didn't want to have anymore of it. I wanted to quit, but sadly, I had been waiting for this. Maybe if I at least challenged him a bit, then I might learn some more about him. Blackbeard wanted to know about their abilities, not personality.
The next afternoon, my entire body felt sore as usual. I groaned, dragging myself out of bed (when did I even make it there?) and walking onto the deck, hunched over slightly. Everything hurt. Sanji danced over to Nami and Robin, singing their praise. I sighed, tying my long, wavy, black hair into a ponytail and wandering over to them.
"Hey Robin... Nami," I said with a small, forced smile. I fell into a chair next to them, and Sanji smiled at me happily.
"Naiya-swan~ Did that marimo hurt you?" Sanji asked, looking minutely angry. I laughed softly in an airy manner.
"No, you can't hurt water," I replied with an easy smile. A woman adoring man was all I needed to feel twenty percent better than I did just moments ago. He frowned slightly, but then turned on his heel.
"Then I will go make you some tea as well, Naiya-swan~" Within moments, he was back in the kitchen, cooking to his heart's delight. I rubbed my aching arms slowly, wincing a bit.
"Zoro's pretty tough on you, huh?" Nami commented. Robin was reclining in her chair, happily reading a book. I didn't think she trusted me. I looked at Nami with a sad expression.
"Is it really that obvious?" I asked. She laughed in amusement.
"You look tired, and besides, Sanji notices everything especially when you lie," Nami told me, brushing her orange bangs out of her eyes. I sighed.
"Let's just say, he wants to have a rematch," I replied, "And I'm hoping to give him a run for his money." I smiled at her, flicking my thumb up proudly. Nami laughed.
"Sometimes, you act like Luffy," she giggled. I shook my head, a sinking feeling driving into my heart.
"I guess you're all rubbing off on me a little," I said, looking down at my hands nervously. How can I go through with this? These people are so wonderful! Suddenly, tears were running down my cheeks. I tried to brush them away before Nami noticed.
"Are you okay?" she asked worriedly. I laughed through my tears.
"Yeah, these? These are tears of joy... I assure you," I replied, wiping at them furiously. Nami looked a bit doubtful for a second then smiled.
"I guess we do that to people," Nami reminisced, remembering when she cried out of pure joy when she was finally freed from the Arlong Pirates. Everyone had their moments. Sanji returned with a cup of tea for me.
"Here you go, Naiya-swa... ahh! Are you okay?" he cried in surprise, noticing rather quickly the tears on my face. I laughed again through my deep set pain.
"Yeah, I'm just really happy. Everyone is so nice to me," I answered through a spew forced giggles. Sanji didn't seem to think about it for a second longer.
"Well then, I'll just whip you girls up some cake as well!" he declared with a large smile and hearts in his eyes. I couldn't believe how crazy all of the Straw Hats were.
A few hours of mindless conversation between Nami and I, Zoro appeared, looking quite ready for our battle. I was feeling a lot better, so I went ahead and padded over. The sun was fairly low in the sky, and I was wishing it would stay up for a while longer.
"You ready?" Zoro asked me, cracking his knuckles. He had this certain look in his eyes that appeared to be excitement. It kind of frightened me. I nodded quickly.
"As ready as I'll ever be," I replied. He nodded, and we went into the training room. As I unsheathed my sword, I barely managed to even block Zoro's first attack. I stumbled backward slightly.
"Don't let me knock you back," Zoro instructed. I nodded, ducking under one of his swords, only to be caught by another.
"Shimata!" I hissed as I was sliced in half. It always felt weird to be half a person, even if only for a few seconds. Sometimes I expected it to hurt, but it never did. It was just... weird.
"Dodge and attack," Zoro ordered me as I regained movement. I glared at him for pointing out the obvious. I'll show you... I jumped toward him, using my water abilities to move faster, but causing the ground to be slippery. Our swords clashed, sending orange and white sparks into the air. When I blocked, my wrists usually twisted a bit, and I would stumble back a step. I was just beginning to gain speed, however.
When I looked into Zoro's dark eyes, I found that they were locked onto my own. That was where he was looking the entire time. It dawned on me that I was giving away my movements by looking around. There was a strange glitter to Zoro's eyes though as our swords banged into each other time and time again. I was barely able to parry any of his attacks, and even if I did, he would catch my move with one of his other two swords.
We continued to fight, and I began to realize that Zoro was actually holding back. I felt my eyebrow twitch. I was obviously too weak to give him much of a challenge at all. Finally, I collapsed in total exhaustion.
"Forfeiting already?" he asked me, barely even winded at all. His eyes were shining. Then I realized what that expression was. Zoro was happy. Why couldn't I recognize such a common emotion? Maybe it was because it was foreign to me... I almost laughed out of bitterness.
"You're just too tough, sensei," I replied in a whining voice. The bushido laughed in amusement. I smiled at him slightly, rolling over onto my back.
"Well, I guess you'll just have to keep training to catch up with me," he told me. I couldn't help the expression of horror that passed over my face as he said this.
"I don't know if I could handle that..." I said, gripping myself tightly. Zoro laughed again, shaking his head. I stopped making a fool of myself and stood shakily.
"This was definitely fun though," I smiled at Zoro. I wasn't lying. It was one of the few times in my life that I'd really had that much fun with anyone. At that moment, I knew I could not give Blackbeard any information on the Straw Hats. I couldn't betray them, so my only option was to run away. Run, run as fast as you can, and don't come back. The thought whispered ever so quietly in the back of my mind. It seemed like a golden idea... almost.
 mizu-mizu no mi – water-water fruit
 nakama – friend (or in this case shipmate)
 hai – yes
 marimo – moss
 shimata – shit
 sensei – teacher
 bushido – warrior/swordsman