Yo people. I’m back with another installment. And if you’re looking at this, that must mean that you’re at least slightly interested in continuing this story. Hmmm… maybe I don’t write as bad as I originally thought I did. But back on topic. This is gonna be an eventual Law X OC fic, but they’re not gonna meet immediately. The first few chapters are gonna be on Hitomi’s development… after all, we don’t want her to be a Mary-sue, right? So… enjoy chapter 2. I hope.
Disclaimer: I don’t own neither One Piece nor Naruto. Leave that ish to Oda-Sensei and Kishimoto-Sensei.
Pairing: Law X OC
The first thing that occurred to Hitomi was that there was an overload of colors in her surroungings, especially to her hyper sensitive eyes. The people were all dressed ostentatiously and were arrogantly strutting around. Their clothes were rather odd… both the men and the women looked to be wrapped in some sort of cloth, which went from their feet all the way to their necks. The colors of the cloth were loud and glaring.
‘Hn’, Hitomi mused. She certainly didn’t know any villages that dressed like this. As she looked around, she saw that the buildings had rather strange architecture. They looked a lot like hexagonal domes, with a pair of doors indicating the opening. The only remote semblance Hitomi received was from the concave mud houses in the Village of the Sand, but the environment was too different to be the Land of the Wind. Instead of being unbearably hot and sandy, the weather was pleasantly warm, and the surface of the earth was rather grassy.
This cemented one inference in her mind. This wasn’t anywhere she was familiar with. Since she was a high ranking Jounin-level ninja, she had been on her fair share of missions. She had been assigned to even more as an ANBU. This left her with two possible conclusions. Either she had transported to some unfamiliar village in her world, or she had been transported to another world altogether.
Hitomi formed a list of priorities in her mind. First, she needed to find better clothing to wear so that she wouldn’t stand out as much. Within the few minutes she had been on this strange land, she had attracted a fair amount of attention. To her displeasure, mostly from the male sex. She looked around and soon found a general utilities shop. Without a second thought, she briskly started towards it.
Ragu was having a slow day. Business had been generally slow recently, but today nobody had even set foot into his shop. He was considering closing down for the day when to his surprise, someone walked in. It was a girl, and a beautiful one at that. She looked to be in her early twenties and was rather tall, around 5’9”, if he had to guess. She was perfectly toned and voluptuous, with full breasts and long, fit legs. She had creamy brown skin and smooth and silky silver hair tumbling all the way down to her rear. The clothes she wore only accented her attractiveness. She donned a dark blue short kimono that stopped at her hips. Under that she wore a pair of silver short-shorts, the color perfectly matching her hair. Around her waist was tied a sash of the same color of her shorts. Curiously, there was a strange metal plate on that sash that bore the symbol of a leaf with a spiral in the middle. She wore black knee-high socks and sandals on her legs. But the main feature of hers that made him catch his breath was her scarlet eyes. Those eyes of hers had concentric circles with commas on them. Just looking into them made him feel like he was drowning.
Hitomi walked into the shop and heard the shopkeeper draw in a sharp breath. She ignored him and walked towards the clothes section. She found a range of selections to choose from, most in the same gaudy style of clothes worn by the natives. After a few minutes of examination, her eyes caught on a simple black cloak. ‘This will do’, she decided.
As she walked towards the man standing at the cash register, she grabbed a map that was rolled up. Hitomi took both the items to him and set them down.
Ragu examined the stoic girl in front of him. He inquired, “Would you like to purchase these items?”. She nodded and stated, “Hn.”
‘Not much of a talker, is she’, he mused as he rang them up.
She stared blankly at him. Bellis? What were those? The only currency she was familiar with was Ryo. She decided not to ponder too much on it and took a gold coin out of her pocket.
“Will this do?”
Ragu’s eyes widened. A gold coin? And pure gold, if all the markings on the coin were legitimate. Who was this woman? First those red eyes and now gold coins? He decided not to look too deeply into the matter. After all, a customer was a customer.
The shopkeeper spluttered for a second, but quickly regained his composure. “Yes. This will do just fine.”
He handed a large wad of bills as her change. She suspected that it was less than she deserved, but she let it go. After all, the shop didn’t look like it was doing too well. Let him have the rest.
She put on her new cloak and slid the map into her pocket, then stepped out of the shop and wandered around, looking for a place that sold weapons.
As she looked around, she thought about her situation. The shopkeeper had a strange accent. She sighed. It looks like she ended up in a different world after all. But no matter. It didn’t matter where she ended up. She was alive. And she was going to keep it that way.
Now, regarding the matter of combat. She had her trusty Sharingan that was proficient in genjutsus. She was physically fine, so she had use of her taijutsu skills. Her chakra reserves were full, so ninjutsu was always an option. But, what if in this world, those skills weren’t enough? She needed a weapon. Ninjas are trained to be proficient with all manners of weapons and tools. Since this wasn’t the great shinobi nation, she doubted that she would receive a steady supply of kunais and shurikens. That means she needed a reusable weapon. Maybe a sword or a knife?
She was still in her thoughts when she stepped into the weapons shop. She was quickly pulled out of them when she sensed a knife flying towards her. Based more on reflexes that voluntary thought, she caught it between her index and middle finger. She stared at it blankly and looked up to see who her attacker was.
She was met with the incredulous and disbelieving stares of the shopkeeper and what appeared to be a gang of some kind. It looked like the gang was assaulting the owner.
Keeru was having an eventful day. First, the local bandits stormed his shop and demanded free weapons from him. He had tried to plead with them, saying that he wouldn’t be able to stay in business if he gave all of his merchandise away free of charge.
This angered the leader. “Ruin your business? Alright. I’ll make sure to ruin your business for good. I would imagine that nobody would want to come to a shop that someone had been killed in, right?” He gave a sharkish grin. “The next person that walks into this shop will be struck down by me,”
The gang members cheered and Keeru looked horrified. He was about to protest when the bell signaling the opening of the shop door rang, signaling that he had received a guest.
The Bandit leader smirked at him and chucked a blade at the unfortunate visitor. But before a sound left Keeru’s mouth, the guest caught the knife with two tanned and lean fingers. The bandit’s mouths fell open in shock. So did Keeru’s.
They looked towards the head of the figure, wanting to get a glimpse of the skilled warrior. However, they were met with only a pair of flashing scarlet eyes. Everyone froze. Slowly, the figure glided towards the shopkeeper. The figure took another glance at the weapon that was thrown at them, and gently set it on the countertop.
Everyone waited with bated breath as they waited for the mysterious person to talk.
A smooth, clear voice rang out.
Everyone was stunned. This skilled warrior was… a girl?
The thug leader burst out into laughter. “You’re joking. You’re a girl? Really?”. He sneered down at her. “You should come with us. Real men like us will show you a good time,”. His lackeys roared in agreement.
Their cheering was cut off, however when a clear “No” rang out. Startled, everyone turned towards the cloaked figure.
The leader snarled, ”What did you say, bitch?”. Hitomi regarded him with calm eyes.
He snarled once more and reached out to grab her. The lackeys hooted for the impending show they were about to witness.
But it wasn’t quite the show they expected. Hitomi turned her Sharingans to the cheering thugs, then looked up at the triumphant leader who was holding her arm. Within a second, everyone fell silent. Then they all looked at her with horrified eyes and ran out of the shop, screaming at the top of their lungs.
Hitomi had taken more than enough treatment from the thugs. First, they were too loud. Second, they were interfering with the transaction between her and the shopkeeper for her purchase. She finally decided to act when the idiot-of-a-leader invaded her personal space and touched her.
She pulled all the annoyances into a genjutsu where they witnessed her effortlessly massacre their whole gang within the span of a few seconds. When she released them from the illusion, they looked at her petrified, then turned tail and bolted out of the shop.
‘Hn’, she thought. ‘Maybe I over did it. Whatever.’
She turned back to the shell-shocked shopkeeper and repeated her question.
Keeru couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed. A slender figure, ‘A woman’, he corrected himself, had effortlessly gotten rid of the thugs that had been bothering him for weeks. And with only a glance! When he realized that she was waiting for his answer, he struggled to collect his thoughts. He looked down and saw that the knife she was holding was one of the 25 great short swords, Shippou Kiremei, Silver Cutter. It was technically priceless, and it had been his everlasting pride to have this rare gem pass through his humble shop.
“I have money”
Keeru realized that he had taken too long to answer, and now she was pulling a large roll of Belli from under her cloak. He thought hard. And he decided.
“Keep it. Free of charge.”
When those scarlet eyes looked at him questioningly, he stated, ”This is a very special blade. Only 25 Wakizashis of this caliber have ever been made. It is a priceless treasure, and with you, it will be in good hands.”
Hitomi stared silently at him. After a long pause, “The name?”
The shopkeeper startled. “Pardon?”
“The blade. It’s name.”
“Oh, um… It’s Shippou Kiremei.”
Keeru could have sworn seeing a brief smirk flash over the face of the covered woman.
“Silver cutter, hn? How… appropriate.”
Keeru’s confusion from her statement was short lived when the woman tucked both the roll of money and her new short-sword behind her cloak. She nodded her head towards him and exited his shop.
Keeru didn’t know what to make of the events he had just witnessed. All he was thinking about was how to inform to his nagging wife that he had given off the most prized possession in his shop free-of-charge.
As Hitomi walked away with her new blade, she didn’t see the aged man browsing the swords at the back of the shops. This man had witnessed the complete course of events and was just thinking that he had found a very intriguing person. He smirked.
The day waned as Hitomi wandered around on the streets. The sights that met her were much different from what she was accustomed to. She happened to stumble upon an open field. The ideal location for her to try out her new Wakizashi. Hitomi was rather proud of herself for finding such a good blade, and of her preferred weapon-of-choice as well.
Wakizashis weren’t the easiest swords to use due to their short reach, unlike their more common relatives, Katanas. Blades longer than Katanas, such as Nodachis, weren’t as wide-spread either. Wakizashis and Nodachis required a certain level of skill to use. To use Wakizashis, one needed to be quick and cunning. Both of which described Hitomi.
She slipped out of her black cloak and neatly folded it before placing it to the side. Then, she unsheathed Shippou Kiremei. It gleamed in the evening sunlight. The blade was elegantly curved, and the edges were razor sharp. The welding was absolutely gorgeous. The blade was welded in such a way that the section away from the blade was dark gray, and as it approached the sharp end, its color lightened. The edge was almost pure white. Each shade of gray was clearly visible. Hitomi gazed at the blade appreciatively. It truly was a work of art. It was no wonder that it had been labeled as one of the 25 great short-swords.
The kunoichi swung the blade around for a while to get accustomed to it. After she was sure that she had finally gotten the hang of using it, she decided that she had trained enough. By then, the sun had already set and the sound of cicadas was ringing through the air. As she proceeded back into town, she noticed that the streets were relatively more crowded than it had been in the afternoon. As she was contemplating on how to get out of the restless crowd, she happened to pass a bar. It looked a little run down, but she decided that it was better than the alternative of remaining in the congested crowd.
She entered the bar and sat herself at a table in the corner. A waiter approached her.
“What can I get you today?”
She shook her head.
“Drinks? Maybe some sake?”
“Ok Ma’am, I’ll be back with your order momentarily!”
A brief thought about how the waiter knew that she was a woman flashed through her mind, but she quickly dismissed it. This was a shady bar, after all. He must have seen a variety of characters pass through here. Looking around, she had a sneaking suspicion that she was one of the less odd visitors.
Seeing that she had a wait ahead of her, she reached into her cloak and pulled out the map she had previously purchased. As she unrolled the map, she felt a wave of confusion engulf her. This world was very different from her own. Instead of a huge landmass separated into five nations, she was met with a world that was mostly sea. Grand line? Red line? Calm belt? These foreign words vexed her.
While she was intently examining the map, she didn’t notice the drunken old man that approached her table. When she finally became aware of him, he had already sat down heavily in the seat across from her.
“What’s a young miss like yourself doing at a place like this?”
Hitomi slowly looked up from her map and met the eyes of the man. He was rather old, one could see, with smile lines around his eyes and shining silver hair. He had on thick spectacles which covered up a scarred eye. His beard was styled in an odd way, she noticed. While Hitomi inspected his appearance, the man boomed out in guffaws. He met her questioning eyes and commented, “Your eyes really are as pretty as I had initially suspected.”
Hitomi was utterly shocked. It was the very first time anyone outside of her family had complemented her eyes. People generally found them disturbing.
“Thank you. You’re the first to say so.”
“He, here on the grand line you’ll find more people than just me saying that.”
Hitomi gazed at the man. He knew. And his next statement solidified that fact.
“You’re not from this world.”
She stared at him, unblinking. “… How?”
He took a drink from his bottle and let out a sigh of content. A few moments later he met her eyes.
“I saw you in the weapons shop.”
Hitomi waited as he took another drink from his bottle.
“The power you used… you sent those men running with just a glance. But it wasn’t Haki.”
Haki? What was this ‘Haki’? A weapon? Person? Power? Questions ran through Hitomi’s mind but she kept her face carefully blank.
But the old man wasn’t done just yet. “It wasn’t a Devil Fruit, either. Not Haki, and not a Devil Fruit. It had to be an external power. I had my suspicions. And when I saw your eyes, they were conformed. I have sailed over the entire Grand Line, but never had I come across such eyes. You, young lady, are not from this world.”
Hitomi continued to stare at the man. Though he may not look like it, she could feel that he was unbelievably powerful. Even more so than what she could handle. He was incredibly perceptive too. If he had meant to cause her harm, she could do nothing to prevent it. But the oddest thing was that she sensed no bloodlust emanating from him. Knowing that he meant her no harm, she decided to listen to anything he had to say.
The old man amusedly watched as the girl contemplated whether or not to trust him. When he saw that she had arrived upon a decision, her eyes hardened with resolve.
‘Good.’ He thought. ‘Only if she has resolve can she awaken her dormant Haki.”
She watched as the man smirked then met her eyes.
“What’s your name, girl?”
“… Gintamashi Hitomi.”
The man laughed as he realized the meaning of her name. “Fitting! Your name suits you, Hitomi.”
Hitomi showed no change in expression.
The old man grinned widely.
Wow. That sucked. I tried my hand at Hype. Hopefully, that met expectations. Phew. That’s the longest thing I’ve ever written outside of reports. Fingers sore. Need ice. Help. Sigh, the things I do for you all. Feel free to drop a review with anything, really. Even ideas. I will definitely go over them and think about them. ‘Cuz, you know, a person can only have a certain amount of creative juices flow. So yeah. Good day to you all.ns 126.96.36.199da2