Monkey D. Luffy

“We’re the ones that decided to follow you, and we’ll do that no matter what or how dangerous something becomes.” she replied surprisingly more calm, of course in her plan that included that the likes of Luffy, Sanji and Zoro, even Franky would deal with such situations while giving a moral support in the back. “

“So when’s the food coming.” was his immediate response, however as soon as he’d said it he realized that Nami had every intention of talking things out. Talk about boring, his slouch expressing his dissatisfaction. Making allies and the like was all well and good, but working against a number advantage was a field Luffy excelled in.

“Legendary hero?” she repeated with bright violet eyes widened in surprise, never heard from him before in her world, but that did not meant he wasn’t a great hero in another kind of world. “Fascinating!” she exclaimed, a king of snipers, oh what she would give to shove that one off to certain Quincy.

“You’ve been blessed with a honourable friend then, congratulations.” she said with a small smile, before gathering the rest of the drawings she made so far to tell the story better. “Oh! This…Are called hollows, basically corrupted souls, when evolved by the years, the gain a conscience and become this. 

Luffy stared blankly at the Shinigami as she attempted to explain the concept of hollows to him to no avail. “I see, so they’re like mystery creatures...” was his only response, as he’d not even attempted to understnad Perona’s Horo-Horo Fruit, let alone bothered to even remember her name. He wasn’t capable of holding attention for so long.

“We’ll stick him in a private room, away from the girls.” The sentence was met with a rise of complaints, sad faces and false tears. Scowling at the audience they’d attracted, he grabbed the aggressors legs while they carried him off. “If we leave him in the showroom, it’ll be bad for business.”

It wasn’t too far to the private rooms, where the guests would quickly be escorted in order to be serviced. The faster the girls could work, the sooner they could proposition the next customer and their next paycheck. Problem was this was a busy night, which meant the rooms were all occupied. Made sense why the guy was flipping out, he had to wait to get his whistle wet.

Pulling to a stop outside one of the many diversely decorated room (or so they said on the plaques outside), Luffy finally understood Bazz’s reasons for tucking the dozing man away. Whilst naps were certainly a bonus, Luffy’s view on innocent people being hurt were concurrent with his partner. “No hurting people, got it.” No one was in danger this time at least, so there was no need for drastic measures.

Even Naruto knew this much!

“It’s not scary! It’s all- geez!” She tried again, struggling to figure out just what to say and wat not to say. Let’s start with the basic facts:

“Who?” He’d never heard of someone name Itachi before. Must be one of the shapeshifter’s friends. “Well whoever he is, from what Pinky tells me, he’s missing out. Apparently they even have rides during the show! It sounds really cool!”

The woman slipped inside Nami’s current residence, resisting the urge to rifle through her things- only to satiate her own curiosity- and focused on the task at hand. There was unfortunately no sign of the orange-haired girl, but Robin was quick to note signs of clutter and mess that couldn’t belong to their organised navigator.

She turned down the handle to another door and when she stepped inside the room- her patience was rewarded with the sight of a deer-in-headlights-looking Luffy.

He was standing on the windowsill knees buckled and ready to jump despite all the bandages wrapped around him. Even though her relief was barely visible, Robin was glad to see him well.

“There you are. I hope you weren’t planning to jump; It would be impossible for a regular human to jump down without sustaining any injuries. The ground is harder than your bones and a fractured neck would make it difficult to eat, right?” She pointed out calmly.

 It was always easier to show him reasons to not get hurt than tell him outright not to.

“But you know, I would have definitely landed on my feet... probably. I’m a lot more careful now I’m not made out of rubber, so I would have stuck the landing no problem!” Despite his confidence, he grimaced slightly at potential future the navigator described to him 

“Might want to use restraint next time,” he advised, looking over at the kid. Seemed to pack some power in those fists, maybe there was more to him than met the eye. He’d need to pry later, first job was to fetch the others. Shouting for them, when they arrived he instructed them to man the door and call the ambulance. “We’ll stay inside with this idiot until they arrive,” he added. “Better than taking him out there.”

“Ehhh, but I handled him just like you said! You either beat someone up or you don’t!” he pouted, slumping onto a nearby couch to calm himself, yet it seemed taking even a moment to relax was inaccessible in this place, as he was set upon by many of the scantically clad female bystanders. Some simply stared curiously, others approaching and cosying up next to him. A couple even began running their fingers in circles on his chest.

‘You’re so cool, beating that scumbag up like that.’ ‘I know right, just get a load of these muscles.’ ‘You must be super tough to take out someone like that.’

‘Uh, not really. That guy was nothing special...” he replied, shifting uncomfortably as the girls continued to make what others would consider rather suggestive noises and swoons. Luffy merely considered them as noisy, what had he done to provoke such attention? Regardless, he was called back into action by Bazz, much to the dismay of his new found company. Pushing past the small group of girls, he waltzed over to the limp body in the wall, throwing a leg over his shoulder and yanking the head out.

“OF COURSE I WON’T GO!”

The night was off to a rowdy start though, a ruckus echoing from within. Security inside should be able to usher the punk to Bazz-B and hatboy, so he wasn’t too concerned. Taking a moment to stare at his companion in disbelief at the remark, he peered inside to make sure everything was okay.

It wasn’t.

“What, worried about this are you?” he replied, giving his bandaged shoulder a resolute slap. “No need to worry, its all healed up now. I can take on pretty much anyone now.” His boasting complete, he quickly shoved past Pinky, rolling his shoulder over as he headed towards the source of the commotion.

Unknowing the reason, her attention soon was brought by a little kid who suddenly began to talk with her like they were friends since forever. A small smile crossed her features and eventually she ended up surrounded by a bunch of kids that were enjoying her own drawings.

“Hm?” Raising her head she found a young man, with quite an excited look on his face, and with an obvious good taste regarding art. A small smile was given along with a grateful nod, “Oh? Thank you very much! This is how the good heroes successfully defeated the bad guys.”

“Ah this guy, you’re never gonna believe this, but he’s a legendary hero named Sogeking! Pretty cool huh?” Glancing around to ensure the children weren’t listening, he leaned slightly closer to whisper in the brunette’s ear. “Don’t tell anyone this, but a guy in my crew is actually good friends with him!”

Perhaps in this boy~, a similar talent lay unearthed…

“Of course, Boy~, Don Kanonji is always happy to please his fans,” but he did not offer his own hand to shake. Instead he focused on pulling the most stern face he could.

“HOWEVER.” Don roared, with his best imitation of a army drill sergeant. “I will not shake the hand of a Boy~ who is willing to squander his own gift for heroism! If you truly want to prove yourself to me, do so like a true hero, and talk with your fists!”

He thrust his thumb towards his cheek, his timing perfect as the music continued to play. “It’s naaaatural”

His hand jerked back slightly almost instinctively at Kanonji’s roaring refusal of the handshake, clenching as he internally lauded the hero’s resolve. “As expected of a hero...” he muttered, a small amount of fascination drool escaping his mouth as Kanonji continued to move in time with his gallant theme song.

“Now that’s more like it. Sogeking was something, but you’re definitely on a different level.” Were he in possession of his powers he’d likely stand a chance against Kanonji, yet the power of his punches without his augmentations was merely enough to send cracks throughout concrete, rather than reducing it to dust. He hoped such a meager attack would at least allow the hero to acknowledge him.