Post by BlacKitten on Jan 26, 2015 15:37:14 GMT -5
He was drowning in a sea of warmth as the thick blanket was wrapped tightly around his body, but there was something even warmer. A soothing aura of heat radiated from another breathing, living entity that clung around his ribs in an endearing way. A head pressed against his neck, fitting like a puzzle beneath his chin. Soft breaths grazed his skin every few seconds, sending a tingling sensation. Half-asleep, half-away, he felt his eyelids glued shut, afraid of the unwelcoming light that would blind and sting his eyes. He didn’t know what time it was, and he didn’t know where he was. Quite frankly, his brain didn’t care. Somehow, it felt like he slept for days, but his body lied there as lazy as ever, unwilling to move. The longer he slept, the more he wanted to sleep. If he so much as roll his head at a small angle, an unpleasant stream of cold air would leak inside the little cocoon he wrapped himself in with the blanket.
The moment he dared to open his eyes halfway, he found himself in a dimly lit room. Something immediately seemed wrong. Then suddenly, his eyes widened and his body flinched backwards before finding out he wasn’t in contact with the mattress anymore. Falling from few feet of height, he thumped and crashed into the cold, hard ground, “AHHH!” All the warmth in his body seemed to have dispersed into the atmosphere. Sitting up, he pointed accusingly at his little sister who was still asleep in his bed, “Hey! Rebecca! What gives?” His finger then pointed towards the opposite side of the room, “You have your own bed, don’t you?”
“Mmm…?” The little one was stirred away, rubbing her eyes with curled up hands, “but it was freezing last night.” Rolling away, she hogged all the blankets for herself before falling asleep again.
“Tch…,” Pluto stood up, deciding that he might as well wake himself up completely now that his bed was taken over by the notorious blanket-stealing sister. Grabbing the neatly folded up newspaper from a low-level table, he settled down on the other bed, and after enlarging the printed paper, his eyes began reading the recent news. Ever since the newspaper had referenced his disappearance at the Holy Remunun Empire, his gained a curiosity towards current events of this world.
He probably wouldn’t find any more references about him because he was presumably dead. In a sense, his existence was like a ghost, mysteriously gone and labeled as missing or dead in any records.
“The Dieu-Le-Veut Pirates?” he muttered the name of a small pirate crew, known for their merciless style of murder. The captain, Laurens, had killed over twenty people, including marine soldiers and civilians. His signature killing style was slicing the throats with a broad sword. Five other members, altogether, killed fifteen more bodies. The First Mate, Marianne, has the style of slicing the stomach of her victims with her katana. Even for pirates, this crew was morally dangerous.
The Obake Pirates were also making a name for themselves in the North Blue, but the most dangerous crew of them all would be the White Wings Pirates whose accumulative bounties of each member would stack up to over 200 million beri. It would seem that they messed with the World Government pretty well. There were so many names that he wasn’t sure if he should bother memorizing them. The more notorious and famous pirates were, the less famous they truly are. Just like looking up at a night sky, a single twinkling star would be overlooked by the myriad of other stars surrounding it.
The newspaper mentioned mysterious assassins being part of some guild as well, but he folded the newspaper before reading it. If he kept reading the happenings around the globe, his view of this world would grow darker, but was it wrong? Was it the ultimate truth that most of the people in this world were just that malicious?
His violet eyes then gazed towards his sleeping sister. That girl was like a symbol to him. Her existence was proof that not everyone was born evil. It was his job to grow stronger as well as wiser, so that he may protect Rebecca’s kindness, innocence and curiosity from the blood stained world that they were cursed to live on. But, it wasn’t easy. The task of protecting her was like guarding a delicate flower from a violent hurricane.
It was selfish, but power was the answer. What other explanations could there possibly be? The ones with power can manipulate the weak as they please. Wasn’t that how the world works? Unfair, indeed, but those who did not believe in it were merely under the false illusion that the world was equal or that some form of utopia was plausible.
One thing was for certain:
To protect others, one must first learn to protect himself. Isn’t that right, Maru?