| Nissa x Luffy = True Love 4ever |
One Piece: Little Feet The sound of little feet echoed through the basement of the orphanage as four-year-old Moriko Nissa walked around admiring everything there was to see down there. Being naturally very curious (some might say overly so) she had taken the opportunity to explore the unseen depths of the downstairs when Nan had forgotten to lock the door. The stairs seemed so big to her as she carefully climbed down them, all the time fearing she would slip and fall which thankfully did not happen. As she neared the bottom of the staircase a strange musty smell filled her nose, causing her to sneeze. Finally she reached the bottom step and stood on the cold concrete floor, looking around and blinking in amazement. Carefully she took a few steps forward and touched the brick wall in front of her, feeling the coolness and roughness of the bricks. Nissa then turned her attention to the wide expanse of the cellar, feeling as though she were in a toy store or sweet shop; she was so excitOne Piece: Little Feet by the-ocean-sings
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(I do not, nor will I EVER, own One Piece. This marvel of a series belongs to Ze Great Eiichiro Oda.)
For a few days now, Kuina had been bumping into things.
"Ow!" she cried as she held her nose. "Who put that railing there?!"
Naturally, her family was concerned. At first, they thought it might've been nothing, but as time went on, they were worried that something might've been happening to Kuina's sight. Thus resulting in getting a checkup from Chopper. Once he was finished, Chopper came up with one diagnosis.
"Somehow, she's become farsighted," he spoke up. "She can't see things close-up like she used to."
"How does that happen?" Zoro asked.
"Lots of children her age are far-sighted, Zoro." Robin answered.
"Still...this has gotta be a big change," Hanako acknowledged. "now, Kuina will have to wear glasses."
Kuina gasped at this.
"Glasses?!" she repeated.
"Now, Kuina, it's not that bad," Robin told her. "Your Aunt Nami and I wear glasses, so
The sound of little feet echoed through the basement of the orphanage as four-year-old Moriko Nissa walked around admiring everything there was to see down there. Being naturally very curious (some might say overly so) she had taken the opportunity to explore the unseen depths of the downstairs when Nan had forgotten to lock the door. The stairs seemed so big to her as she carefully climbed down them, all the time fearing she would slip and fall which thankfully did not happen. As she neared the bottom of the staircase a strange musty smell filled her nose, causing her to sneeze. Finally she reached the bottom step and stood on the cold concrete floor, looking around and blinking in amazement. Carefully she took a few steps forward and touched the brick wall in front of her, feeling the coolness and roughness of the bricks. Nissa then turned her attention to the wide expanse of the cellar, feeling as though she were in a toy store or sweet shop; she was so excited by all of it. There was not really much to see aside from some old boxes under a small window, a dusty old bookcase holding three shelves, and a rack holding various plastic dishes that clearly hadn’t been used in years. Nissa quickly went over to the boxes, hoping to see what was in them, but upon reaching them she was dismayed to find that they were all too heavy and could not be opened by a small girl with weak little arms. She sighed in disappointment before her attention fell to the bookcase and she headed over to it, being aware of how much she loved it when Nan read to them before bedtime.
Passing her small hand over the ancient bindings she stopped at the largest book on the shelf. Unfortunately she was unable to read what was written on its binding, so being ever curious she managed to lift the heavy book with all the strength her tiny arms had and set it gently on the floor. She sat down before it and ran her hand over the ancient cover, tracing the lettering of the title with her fingers. The cover showed a symbol Nissa had never seen before; a human skull with two crossed bones beneath it. It startled her a little at first, but after a few minutes she became more interested than scared. With the odd symbol piquing her curiosity even further, she carefully opened the book to a random page.
On that page was a detailed drawing of a ship flying a black flag with the same skull and crossbones upon it. There was another ship in the picture too, also with the same flag, and the picture depicted the two ships firing cannonballs at each other. Even though she could not yet read the words Nissa seemed oddly intrigued by the picture and ran her hands over it with interest, feeling unusually excited by what she was seeing. She opened to another page showing two men sword fighting on a ship’s deck. She kept flipping pages and marveling at the pictures; some containing strange monsters and some containing piles of gold and glittering jewels. Before too long she had reached the end of the book, and the same skull symbol had been drawn on the last page. She traced it with her finger, her mouth open slightly as though she had uttered a silent gasp. Finally after several minutes she closed the book and stared at it longer, wondering what the words in it said and what stories it contained. Never before in her short life had she wanted to know so badly about something; she had no idea what the symbol on the cover meant or what the ships and jewels had to do with it, but she wanted to know about it more than anything. She was just about to try hauling the book up the stairs when suddenly a new problem entered her thoughts.
Nissa sat and thought for a long time down in the basement. She knew that children were not allowed in the basement and that she’d get in trouble if Nan found out she had been down there, but at the same time she wanted so badly to take the book to Nan and ask her to read it to her as she was deeply curious about what it was about. She thought hard and weighed her options which some would consider beyond the capacity of a child who was only four, but at last she decided that no matter the cost she had to find out what this book was about. She wasn’t sure, but something told her that what was in this particular book was something that would be very important. Having made up her mind Nissa stood up, shook some dust off her clothes, and began to push the huge book to the staircase. The book was nearly as big as she was so there was no other way of getting it to the stairs for her. After much huffing and puffing she and the book finally reached the foot of the stairs, and she stared up them feeling too exhausted to continue. Nevertheless she propped the book up on one of its short ends, leaned it against the first step, and flipped it up to the next step while following behind it. Nissa continued rolling it up the stairs, losing a little more of her energy at each step, until at long last she reached the top and collapsed panting on the last step with the book finally on the floor of the orphanage. She didn’t look up when she heard footsteps coming towards her, nor did she look up when she heard Nan’s voice exclaim “Why Nissa, whatever have you been doing?” But when Nan reached down to help her to her feet she accepted gratefully.
“Now young lady, what were you doing in the basement where no one is allowed but me?” Nan said looking sternly down at Nissa. She blushed and scraped the bottom of her shoe against the floor boards.
“I’m sorry Nan, I really wanted to see what was down there and I-“
“That is not a very good excuse Nissa,” Nan began, but upon seeing Nissa’s somber expression she took a more gentle approach.
“Alright Nissa, I will let it go as long as you promise not to go down there again without my permission”.
Nissa instantly brightened up, “Oh yes Nan! I promise, I promise, I promise!” and she happily hugged Nan’s legs making the old woman smile affectionately. Her attention was suddenly caught by the book laying on the floor.
“Nissa, where did you find that?”
Nissa told Nan about how she had found it on the bookshelf in the basement, leaving Nan with a surprised look on her face.
“Huh, I forgot I even had that book,” she muttered before Nissa interrupted.
“Could you read it to me Nan? Please?”
Nan picked the book up and looked it over, reading the title aloud.
“Pirate Lore and Legend. I don’t know if you will be very interested in this book darling, you may find it boring.”
“Please could you read it Nan? I promise I will listen very nicely and not interrupt.”
Nan tried to explain how disinteresting Nissa might find the topic of the book, but could not bring herself to continue upon seeing Nissa’s innocent pleading little face.
“Alright, but remember to behave yourself,” said Nan before leading Nissa to the main room of the orphanage. She sat down in an armchair while Nissa slipped of her shoes and sat cross legged on the carpeted floor. Nan opened the book and began reading.
“Pirates are sailors who fly a flag known as a Jolly Roger; consisting of a human skull with a pair of crossed bones beneath it usually against a black background. Pirates typically have the goal of attacking ships and stealing whatever treasure they carry. However some pirates are more brutal than others; there are pirates who simply wish to travel the ocean and have adventures, they are known as Peace Mains. The pirates known as Morganeers care more about finding treasure and fighting other pirates as well as Marines…”
Nissa sat quietly as she said she would and listened as Nan read. Her eyes continued to widen as she heard more about pirates and the amazing lives they led hunting for treasure, fighting off sea kings, and most importantly having adventures. It caused Nissa to think about her own life, how insignificant it was compared to these amazing seafarers and their astounding adventures. She thought about Sheila, her tormenter, and how she kept saying that she was pathetic and would never have any friends. These pirates had whole crews following them and being loyal to them.
Friends; that was the one thing she longed for more than anything. In fact now to be one of these pirates was what she wanted more than anything. They were brave, strong-willed, and were surrounded by loyal friends. Nissa knew she was none of those things and seriously doubted she ever would be. Now as she heard the tales of these fearless travelers and how they fought off Marines and sea kings with their crews at their sides she made a deeply heartfelt wish; a wish to be a pirate like she was hearing about. She wanted to be fearless, confident, and have friends. She wanted to go on adventures and fight sea kings. She wanted so badly to be everything these people were that she knew she was not.
Nan read steadily and slowly so Nissa could follow along, periodically turning the book toward her so that she could see the pictures. Nan failed to notice at first, but as she continued to read the book, she noticed she could not hear any sound coming from Nissa. She was worried that perhaps Nissa had gotten bored and wandered away but upon seeing her still sitting in front of her she noticed how calm the little girl was, how wide her eyes were, and how her mouth had formed a perfect small “O” of fascination. She did not think she had ever seen a child so focused on something in her life; it must be so terribly interesting to her if it could hold her attention for so long (knowing how the attention spans of children of four are). She could not bear to see the look on Nissa’s face change so she continued to read page after page, covering famous pirates, their crews, sea kings, various treasures, and ships. It amazed her that Nissa did not find pirates boring, though perhaps Nan figured she had judged too hastily in that regard. Pirates were vaguely interesting, but they were not known to be particularly interesting to little girls. But today she had been proved wrong as Nissa sat quietly before her, listening and remaining captivated by what she was hearing.
Finally the book came to an end and the spell it seemed to have cast over the little girl broke and she stood up. Slowly on wobbly legs, Nissa walked to Nan and hugged her, smiling with her eyes closed.
“Thanks Nan,” Nissa said, as the old woman slowly stroked her brown hair.
“You’re welcome my dear,” she replied.
The two of them had lost track of time during the reading of the book and both looked outside to see the sky darkening and the first stars beginning to blink into existence. They stayed there quietly marveling at the sight, until a small streak of white darted across the purple sky. Nan looked at Nissa and Nissa looked up at her.
“What was that in the sky Nan?” Nissa asked innocently
“Why that was a shooting star you just saw,” Nan explained, “now make a wish little Nissa. If you wish on a shooting star your wish is supposed to come true.”
Nissa closed her eyes and in barely a whisper, she wished.
I wish…to be a pirate.
(from Equestria Girls: Rainbow Rocks)
Upon hearing this song I immediately thought of Sasuke and his feelings concerning his redemption.
Sasuke Uchiha (C) Masashi Kishimoto
MLP: FiM (C) Hasbro