ChooseChoose
Choose by: Leiyoi My answer to a question posted in a forum.
This was it. The last step to becoming Pirate King. Luffy’s eyes hardened in a stern gaze, watching the man standing in shadow before him. You must choose. A menacing voice growled. Which one will it be? Your nakama? Or King of the Pirates? The black haired boy held his straw hat so that it shielded his eyes from view. I can’t become Pirate King unless I give up my nakama? Yes. You must choose. The voice boomed loud in his ears, echoing in the depths of his mind. Your nakama? Or your dream? The boy's eyes still
Call of a ManCall of a Man
Call of a Man written by: Leiyoi Set after the Skypeia arc. A little reminder of Usopp's strange devices.
A long nosed boy sat on the deck of a small ram-headed ship. He picked up a screwdriver and started to tinker around with the belt in his other hand. The boy frowned and glanced beside him at another belt sitting next to him. Then, he returned to twisting something on the belt in his hands. “Usopp!” A loud cheery voice rang from behind him. The long nosed boy jumped in fright and clutched the belt to himself nervously. “L-Luffy?!” He spotted the black haired boy behind him, s
Animal InstinctAnimal Instinct
Animal Instinct written by: Leiyoi A ficticious story inspired by Zoro's quirks.
Nami watched the boys poke and prod at the green haired swordsman sleeping on the deck of the ship. The orange haired woman heard the door of the kitchen open and she watched the blonde haired cook walk over to the boys angrily. Sanji kicked Zoro awake and the swordsman sat up angrily, hands flying to his swords. Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper danced around, watching the fight ensue. She raised an eyebrow at the scene. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for the boys to be poking at Zoro. Nor was it uncommon for Sanji to pick a fight
All-Powerful WordAll-Powerful Word
All-Powerful Word by Leiyoi Inspired by a new story that I am working on.
A black haired boy sat on the ram’s head at the front of the ship and for once, he wasn’t looking out at the vast ocean in front of him. He was observing his nakama onboard. His first mate slept near the railing of the ship, snoring loudly and his chest rose and fell steadily. His navigator sat on a reclining chair, in front of a patch of growing orange trees, flipping through the newspaper that had flown in this morning. His sharpshooter sat opposite of his first mate, playing around with some strangely colored liquids, his lon
Jumping into the Fray~
Maybe I'll just post my one shots here.
Eager
you posted so much. ;o;
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There are many worlds out there,
but they all share the same sky.
One sky.
One destiny.
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