[47] A Boring Past?
Chapter 47: A Boring Past?
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If a ship was to go by the northern side of Jaya Island, their eyes would be caught by a peculiar pink castle right at the end side of the land.
However, if moved behind the castle, their eyes would be stunned by a sense of disbelief. Because, even though it looked like a real castle from the other side, it was just a wooden hut on the other side.
That was Mont Blanc Cricket’s house.
The sky was bright blue, thanks to the sun that was just above the head. It was mid-noon. The sunlight shone down on the crystal clear water, waves gently rolled onto the sandy beach. Seagulls called overhead, while the chirping of South Birds could be heard from the nearby forest.
The air was filled with the salty scent of the sea and the sound of distant boat horns. The sky was a deep shade of blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds. It was a perfect day for a relaxing time by the sea.
However, inside the hut, Nefertari Vivi was anything but relaxed.
“Hey, hasn’t it been a few hours? Why aren’t they back?”
“….”
Robin stayed silent on the side. While Mont Cricket was grilling a few fish on a stove nearby, feeling awkward.
“I need to ask Hashirama what’s all this about…! But he went on that ship hours ago with that woman and isn’t back yet. Hey, Robin, I have waited enough. Let’s go there ourselves.”
Robin sighed a little in her head. Thankfully this princess hadn’t asked her if she knew about Mikita’s history with her, from the start. That’d make things a lot more awkward.
Robin would have agreed with her and gone in right away, but she… had a bad hunch. Something not so good would happen if they went there. So before taking the risk, she decided to test out her hunch.
Robin looked outside the hut, at the ship. She focused her vision there and then used her power to pop an eye on the wall of a room in the ship.
Suddenly, her vision expanded. She could suddenly see the ship, via that 3rd eye.
With her new expanded vision, she used the same technique to pop eyes on the ship. The eyes slowly moved from outside the ship, to inside. She also popped an ear, to make searching easy. Right then, she heard some sound from a room in the far.
Robin hesitated for a few seconds.
Then, she continued venturing inside—her artificial eyes and ears moved forward inside the ship and stopped in front of a room.
The door of the room was open.
So she saw and heard everything that was happening there.
--Oh god, more! I need more~!
…It was safe to say Robin’s bad hunch was on point. Not that it was a good thing. Far from that.
With a hand pushing her head down, Mikita was on her knees on the bed. Every half a second later, something long and hard came in and out of her. Someone’s hips slammed on her jiggling ass that was redder than a tomato as if craving for the person behind to fuck her more.
“….”
Robin canceled her extra eyes and ears. She returned to the center, in the hut, and face palmed. Thankfully, Vivi wasn’t right beside her, or she would have seen her expression and built a hunch.
In the end, though a part of her wanted to bring Vivi there to expose that Hashirama bastard and save the rest of her life, she didn’t do that. In the end, she brought up some excuse to keep Vivi there.
It would be pitiful to see this girl falling in a state of heartbreaking at that sight in there.
‘That guy,’ Robin noted. ‘I should have a serious talk with him.’
Robin saw no point in talking to Mikita about it. If her delightful expression was anything to go by, that bitch would continue sleeping with Hashirama even if he had four wives and ten children.
So, it’s Hashirama alone who must be scolded.
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Around the time when the night was still young, with the moon blooming in the sky, Hashirama stopped. He wanted to continue more, but he didn’t want to kill Mikita by overdoing it.
“It’s 7 PM.”
Hashirama saw the clock hanging on the wall and noted.
“Not even 12 hours. Why’re you so weak?”
“Oh, shut up.”
Resting her head on his chest, Mikita grumbled.
“You’re just weird.”
“I am?”
Hashirama sounded dramatically amused.
“The Admirals can fight for 7 days straight. Whilst you can’t ‘fight’ for 12 mere hours. You’re the weak one.”
“The Admirals can fight for 7 days straight? Sure. What’s your source?”
Mikita asked with a raised eyebrow. She had never heard of such an incident happening in this world.
Hashirama shrugged his shoulders after hearing her.
“What source? I don’t need a source. It was revealed to me in a dream.”
“Wha-?”
Mikita giggled aloud hearing that. Her nimble arms moved to punch him lightly in the chest.
“You almost got me for a second. Liar.”
“Hey, it’s the truth. Do I look like a liar?”
“You look like a mischievous bastard, yes.”
“How rude.”
As Mikita was laid on top of him, her body strengthless, it was easy for his hand to reach out and spank her butt.
“Stop!”
“It’s irresistible.”
“I know, but it hurts at this point…!”
Despite her cries, Hashirama cupped her butt and continued staying that way. Before Mikita could complain again, she realized the pain was slowly subsiding.
“Mhm…”
She gave a grateful nod while blushing a little.
“It’ll take a while since I don’t wanna fully concentrate.”
Hashirama said, massaging with his hands.
“Let’s use that time to get to know each other better.”
“You cannot be serious right now.”
Mikita looked at him with a dry expression. In response, Hashirama just shrugged.
“I mean. It is what it is. Anyhow, do you have any family or what? Why did you even choose this dangerous line of work?”
Mikita continued staring at him dryly, while Hashirama matched it with a serious expression.
At last, Mikita sighed and opened her mouth to share her story.
“Let’s see where to start…”
“Basically, two old couples found me floating in a baby basket. I was floating in the sea. I am not sure, but maybe my parents just threw me to the sea, or perhaps they came across a pirate attack in the middle of the sea and threw me to have the tiniest chance of saving me. Though I personally think they just wanted me dead, since it was the Grandline where they threw me at.”
“Anyhow, an old couple with no children found me and took care of me. They were my grandfather and grandmother.”
“Four years ago, they died.”
“They were killed by a pirate, while I wasn’t there. I happened to come too late, so I only managed to see his silhouette phasing into the horizon as he left through a ship. He was huge, gigantic even. He had blond hair and two braids coming down either side of his face. That’s all I caught.”
“After that, I went on a rampage. I killed many pirates and… even civilians. I suppose that’s when I built my thirst for blood.”
Mikita finished her first part of the story, looking at Hashirama who gave her a sorry look.
“Fuck you, don’t give me that pity look. It’s been four years; I don’t care anymore. Thirst for revenge is idiotic. Though it’s true that I became a bounty hunter following that incident. Anyway, after I caught some pirates, I got an invitation from the Baroque Works. I took the offer since it paid well and could also kill pirates freely. That’s it, the boring story of my life.”
“I see,”
Hashirama finished healing her, so he hugged her with his free arms.
Kissing her head gently, he whispered.
“Well, it’s not going to be boring from now onwards. Perhaps you’ll even come across that killer bastard.”
Hashirama had a hunch that the nameless pirate was none other than Edward Weevil. Huge, gigantic, and had blond hair with two braids. Unless she was seeing things, it probably was that monster.
Hashirama didn’t tell her about that, though. Since he wasn’t sure, and she had already lost the fire of revenge by this point. He saw no reason to ignite that backup.
‘But whoa, all my crew are connected with big names.’ Hashirama noted. ‘Robin with the two Admirals, and the entire World Government as a whole. Vivi with Imu-sama, since that person seemed eager to kill her in the canon timeline. Mikita with Weevil, and therefore a little with the fleet of Whitebeard Pirates. Lastly, I and my sister with Sengoku and Doflamingo— and thus, with Kaido himself.’
“Anyway,”
Mikita cleared her throat and rubbed her face on his chest.
“Tell me about yourself.”
Hashirama was about to ignore her request, but then he remembered whom Bellamy Pirates were connected with. Donquixote Doflamingo. The same guy whose crew had killed his biological parents. The crew that had attacked the ship he was born into, from where he barely escaped with Tsunade’s help.
Hashirama found it interesting enough to share it with her. Later, both of them got dressed and were about to leave the ship. Before Hashirama grabbed Mikita and threw some of her jewelry.
“Minimalistic is better. You look like a clown.”
“Shut up.”
Mikita cursed, but didn’t fight it. She kinda liked the minimal look, too.
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Curious about where their journey would lead them next, the two of them reunited with Robin and Vivi.
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