Chapter 1: Prologue
Chapter Text
Despite the cold air, the familiar walls, the nostalgic smell, and the sound of Doctorine cackling, Chopper could only stare blankly at the ceiling.
He . . . wasn't entirely sure what was going on.
The last thing he remembered was a fight, and he had been hurt, and then . . .
Had he . . . Had he died ?
He shot up in bed, panic racing through him. No no! He couldn't be dead! The others were in trouble--he needed to help them!
Scrambling from the bed, Chopper ran for . . . well, he wasn't sure what. He just ran around in a panic.
"Doctorine!" He shouted. "Doctorine! I can't die! I gotta help everyone!"
Doctorine, eyes wide and bag slipping from her shoulder, hastily wrapped her arms around the reindeer as he leaped at her with all his tiny might. He blubbered into her chest, not entirely sure what he was saying, but just knowing that he had to make her understand how terrible this was.
"Chopper? What in the world--"
"Doctoriiiiiiiiiiine!" He wailed.
With a loud sigh, the doctor raised a hand. The bonk to the head shook Chopper enough to focus and gather his thoughts. But ow .
“Doctorine, that hurt,” he pouted.
“But you’re better now, right?”
His pout deepened.
Doctorine cackled and carried him over to sit in a chair. “Now then, what’s this about dying and helping people?”
Chopper, now that he had a minute to really focus, took in the room around him. It was his old apprentice room back at Doctorine's house, his notes still open to the rumble ball recipe that he was trying to perfect. He furrowed his fluffy brows when he realized his heart was racing.
If he had a pulse that could race, he wasn’t dead. So . . . what happened?
“Doctorine, I think something happened to me and my crew.”
“Crew?” the good doctor tilted her head. “First time I’m hearing about this.”
“What?” He frowned. If Doctorine didn’t know about his crew, did that mean . . .
The notes. Doctorine not knowing about his crewmates. The fight . . .
He was back in time. He wasn’t sure how or why, but he was. And he knew time travel was possible; Momo was proof of it, but he had gone forwards in time, not back.
So, was this possible?
“Chopper?” he refocused on the good doctor. She smiled kindly and he just about burst into tears. “It seems to me like you had a bad dream.”
A bad dream? As much as that made sense, he knew it wasn’t that. He knew he had gone out to sea. He knew it in his bones, like his crew was part of him. And now they weren’t here.
Did everyone get sent back? Did they all die?
Tears stung his eyes and he rubbed at them before they could fall. “Yeah,” he said. “I guess it was a really bad dream.
A nightmare, really .
But, if he was back, maybe he could change things. He could make things better.
He was scared.
He wished Usopp and Nami were here.
Usopp always made him feel braver, and Nami would know what to do. If they were here, maybe he could . . .
But they weren’t. Or maybe they were, but they couldn’t come yet? He didn’t know. He didn’t know!
“Chopper,” Doctorine said, drawing him from his thoughts. “Help me with the medicines.”
Right. He . . . he couldn’t do anything now , but he could later. He just needed to get better, get stronger while he could. He could do it.
He hopped from his chair and followed Doctorine down the hallway and into the medicine room. He got into his chair while Doctorine hovered over his shoulder to check his work. He picked up a beaker and promptly froze.
What . . . What ?
He put the glass beaker down and scrambled out of the room, Doctorine calling out for him in alarm. He ran until he stood in front of a mirror, and his eyes widened at what he saw.
He . . . His nose . . . Why wasn’t his nose blue?
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Usopp woke in pain, head pounding and arms tingling (he had lost his arms, how was he supposed to shoot now?). He groaned, startled slightly when the voice that came out was decidedly not his, but much more youthful. The groan was more of a squeak, too, and his eyes shot open.
What greeted him was not the familiar infirmary and little ship doctor scurrying around after a major fight, but instead his . . . house?
Shakily, Usopp hefted himself up, and that's when he noticed that his arms were there. He had his arms .
He held them up to inspect them. No blemishes, not even the scars that he was so used to over years of sniping with slingshots. But the craziest thing . . . they were so small .
He was so small.
Struggling to get out of the tangled sheets, Usopp stumbled through the house until he got to the mirror. He took in his appearance quickly, expertly, and realized that was decidedly not him.
Firstly, the person staring back was a kid , probably no older than seven or eight. All the muscles he had gained on the Boyn Islands were gone. The person was short , shorter than he had been at that age.
Secondly . . . the face that stared back at him was his mother's . The person in the mirror was a girl . The only difference was the tan skin and pronounced lips he had inherited from his father.
What what what what--
He was small, he was a girl ? No, no way.
What happened???
Small hands reached up and tugged on fluffy curls (wild and long and silkier than he remembered), and the mirror copied the movement.
He ran.
He was always running, running, hiding. Coward, coward, coward.
He wasn’t sure where he was going, just away . He was barefoot and barely dressed in a nightgown, and he was freaking out .
He ran through town, some of his neighbors calling out a greeting or worriedly calling for him (calling him Usopp-chan, at least his name was the same--), but he blew past them. He just kept going, until he finally tripped and landed on his nose.
“Ow ow ow . . .” he hissed and rubbed at his nose, eyes flicking around his surroundings.
Oh.
He was at his mother’s grave.
Tears welled in his eyes that he couldn’t stop. He sat up and stared at the gravestone, the chaos in his mind quelling as the comfort of his mother washed over him.
Sniffling, Usopp took stock of the situation and drew his (her?) knees up to his (her?) chest.
This wasn’t a dream. This wasn’t heaven, either, as the continuous pinching he (she?) did proved that much. You couldn’t get hurt in heaven, right? Or in a dream. So, this was real.
He was a girl. Which really wasn’t too big of a deal, it was just . . . not him. Well, obviously. But, he could work with that. It was fine .
Was it really fine? The best thing to come of this was he now had his mother’s face, and having that piece of her forever was something he was willing to put up with. He was always so sad that he only had his nose and hair to remember her by. Now he could see Banchina all the time, in him.
(S)he was in the past. The youthful features of everyone around, and of him(her)self, made that pretty clear. How he got here, he had no idea.
The last thing he remembered was a fight. He lost his arms. Then, he woke up at home as a girl.
Sighing, (s)he scrubbed at his(her) face. This was . . . this was good, though. If he was back, he could change things. Things may be different, but . . . he could stop that fight from ever happening. He could stop a lot of things.
But for now . . . For now he allowed the tears to flow. He allowed for the realization to hit him fully. He allowed for things to just be , for a second.
He . . . he had lost everyone . He was the last one to go down (because he was a coward-- ). He had lost his family (again--) and he had nothing left to live for . . .
He allowed for himself to sob and mourn over the loved ones he had lost and the life he once had.
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Confusion was the first thing she registered. The next was the creaky floorboards underneath her. She was on a ship. Had the others rescued her from the wreckage and gotten her back to the infirmary?
Slowly, Nami opened her eyes. She wasn’t in the infirmary. She was on a completely different ship, in storage it seemed.
Had she been kidnapped?
Hesitantly, she sat up and looked around. She wasn’t bound, and the door wasn’t locked. There was a huge sack of bellis, too. Just what . . .
Her arm. Her tattoo.
It was Arlong’s mark. Just . . . there . The tangerine pinwheel was gone. She gripped her skin and pulled at it .
The mark remained. And this wasn’t a dream.
Where were the others? Panic set in, and she tried to think back about what happened. A fight--no, maybe it was war --and she had been caught on a ship as it went down. She blacked out before she could escape, something hitting her over the head.
Were the others okay? Robin had been with her at the time, her demonic form taking control of the fight on the deck while Nami had been below. Had the older woman gotten away?
She hoped so.
But then . . . what happened to Nami? She hadn’t had Arlong’s mark in years , which meant . . . which meant . . .
Was she . . . back in time?
It made sense. The mark, her on a random ship she didn’t know, her hair--
Oh, her hair was shorn short again. Because back when she was part of Arlong’s men, she didn’t have time to look how she wanted and dress how she pleased. She didn’t care about it as long as it didn’t hinder her attempts at getting bellis.
Nami guessed she was in her early teens, from the look of things. She’d need to know the exact date if she wanted to plan anything.
Kami, why was she sent back in time? And before she met the others, too!
“Okay, Nami, think,” she muttered to herself. “If I’m back, that must mean I was sent for a reason.”
Was it because of the battle? Or maybe just because everything started to go wrong after the war . . .
Then again, much like Momo, it might have been simply because whoever sent her back wanted to save her. Which . . . why her? Out of all the Strawhats, she was the weakest (Usopp would argue that he was, but they could never settle the debate). What could she do? If it really was just to spare her, then what about the others? She bit her lip harshly.
A knock at the door startled her from her thoughts.
“Nami,” Hachi’s distinct voice bubbled from the other side. “Have you finished?”
“Ah, yes!” she called back, grabbing the sack of bellis and hiking it over her shoulder.
(She absently noted her body’s natural reaction was to grab with the left, rather than the right. She didn’t give it much thought.)
Hachi looked surprised when she opened the door and greeted him with a smile. Which . . . fair. At this point in time, Nami hated fishmen. Yet, living with Jinbei, and even before when Luffy had saved her village and she had met up with Hachi again and forgave him, she had a new perspective towards fishmen.
She hated Arlong , not his people as a whole.
Hachi gave a small smile back, looking nervous. “Good. We just finished up top, so it should be safe for you to go back alone.”
“Thanks, Hachi,” she lightly punched his shoulder, and the octopus fishman startled badly enough that she winced. “Sorry.”
She left it at that, rushing away. If Hachi was here, it meant she was probably close enough to Cocoyashi that she wouldn’t need a boat.
(She didn’t see Hachi’s wide stare after her, his mouth hanging open in surprise. He . . . didn’t know how he felt about the interaction, but it wasn’t normal. Well, not Nami normal, that is, as last he knew she despised the whole crew. He would have to look into it further, but at a distance.)
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The gods watched on as their chosen settled into the past, relieved that the changes done weren’t too different from before. The price to pay for getting involved was heavy, but their chosen did not suffer much. They were scattered, however, through time and away from one another. Perhaps it was for the best. They could no longer interfere.
Well, they thought as they began to fade, hopefully the Sea could continue on from here. At least She held their chosen close to Her heart.
She would always continue to flow. Time just rode along for the journey.
Chapter 2: Back to the Beginning
Summary:
Usopp is slowly getting used to life back in the past. Meanwhile, Nami has a crisis.
Notes:
Wow, I'm super impressed with how many people liked the first chapter (prologue)!! I was pretty amazed that it was received so well. Thank you so much!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
For the first week back in her childhood, Usopp roamed the village in a daze. She didn't have much of a plan (or really a plan at all ), she just knew that things needed to be different than last time. She needed to be stronger, better , than from the past.
So, she planned for the future that she knew, and bided her time. She would train herself to build up the muscles lost, and bring back the calluses that had never been made on this body. She would be prepared this time. She wouldn't be the weak link.
(Ignoring the hissing thoughts that seemed to invade every thought that said no, you will forever be the weakest link, the failure, the coward , she got to work as soon as the fog in her brain lifted enough to think.)
Training was difficult in this tiny body, especially since it was different from the past to start with. The body Usopp was in now was weak , weaker than ever before, with no calluses, no stamina, not even a smudge or bruise. This body had instead been cared for with diligence as though made of glass. She didn't like that her body had to start from actual scratch.
(She didn't like the implication that this body had never had freedom. It hadn't run through the forest, climbed trees, thrown rocks, or shot pellets at birds.)
Any time she caught herself thinking of her body as not her own, however, she had to remind herself that this was her , and she needed to stop distancing herself from the now .
At least her sniping wasn't hindered in any way. Neither Haki, as she could see the area in and around her house with Observation. Thank Kami, as she could train it back up again if it was already unlocked.
After a few months of struggling and getting confused looks, Usopp got used to calling herself a girl. It was weird, but she supposed it was the new normal. She wouldn't forget who she was before, but she needed to focus on the now if she wanted to have even a chance of fixing things.
(It took a while for her to call herself a girl to others, longer for her to admit it to herself. She didn't need an identity crisis on top of everything else, thanks. Her neighbors were really confused when she referred to herself as a boy, but they figured it was childhood imagination as she puzzled the opposite sex, since there weren't any other kids her age except the young mistress. She didn't correct them.)
Her overalls were used properly now, rather than how she had used them in the past. Her favorite shirt was a light yellow tee with a cracked egg in the middle. She wore her hair up and out of her face as she worked, but down when she ran, using her bandana to keep the messy strands away from her face. Her boots were childish, but some days she didn't mind. Other days she just walked around barefoot.
Slowly, day by day, she shaped herself into a new version of Usopp. Still Usopp, but better. Maybe. She hoped so.
(She still had doubts. Doubts that all of this was useless, that she was useless. She buried it under projects and training.)
Usopp worked hard to make herself the person she was at her prime, but, frustratingly enough, she was never left alone . For some reason, the villagers kept visiting her and bringing her food and asking if she needed help with anything. They didn't do that before, so why the sudden change? Was it because she wasn't running around screaming about pirates anymore?
She eventually got her answer, and it made her crinkle her nose in disgust.
"Such a young girl like you can't be all alone like this."
"You're a girl! You should take proper care of yourself!"
"Oh dear, did you go into the forests again? It's dangerous for a girl to be out there, you know."
She was appalled by the assumptions. Usopp may be a girl now, but she never changed! She was still the same back then as she was now. No, she was better than back then, but now because she was a girl it changed everything? It made her claustrophobic. It made her want to scream.
So, she snuck out when everyone was asleep. She would train at night, improving her skills and her body until she was tired or until she passed out. The villagers would sometimes find her sleeping by a barn, or next to the road, even at the edge of the forest, and they would tut and worry. Usopp would grumble and complain, but instead of being annoyed, they would just chide her and give her a snack.
She hated it. She hated that they were trying so hard. She hated that they didn't give her space to breathe. She hated that they tried to make her someone else, instead of letting her live as she was. She hated it.
(She wondered if the other women on the crew felt like this. If they, too, had to deal with the coddling and the assumptions. Respect for them grew a hundred-fold.)
The only time she really had to herself was when she worked on projects. The villagers tended to leave her to her experiments, setting out small things for her before exiting. She was so relieved when she realized they left her alone that she delved into her projects for nearly a week (Mr. Ito lectured her for almost an hour about keeping track of time. She didn't want to experience it again).
In her spare time, Usopp worked on Nami's Clima Tact and her own Kabuto. Being a girl this time around, she did need to make some adjustments, specifically with Kabuto's grip and guard, as her hands were different, smaller than before (the weight was nothing. She'd be back to form in no time). She wasn't entirely sure if she should make Nami's weapon, since who knew if Nami was back or if she wasn't also different. Usopp almost didn't work on it. In the end, she figured she could have the basics down, just in case.
(She ended up making the first version of the Clima Tact and had to stop herself from giving it the cool upgrades she had in mind. Once Nami asked for the weapon, maybe she'd bring up her ideas. Maybe.)
While her projects did keep the villagers away, it didn't guarantee peace and quiet. Working on a tabasco star, she startled violently when a young voice called, "Hey, you!" and she got sauce all over her overalls.
Usopp glanced behind her and saw three little boys, tiny things that gave her a once over and a scowl.
They looked familiar . . .
"Are you Usopp?" the one with green hair asked. Wait, was that Piiman ? Usopp gawked.
"Hey, she's a lady!" Tamanegi, the blond haired boy, whispered harshly. "You should use manners."
Ninjin shoved his hands in his pockets, eyes shielded by purple hair. "Everyone says she acts like a boy, though, so it's fine right?"
"Right, right!" Piiman agreed.
"A tomboy and a real boy are different though," Tamanegi stated.
Usopp just stared for a long moment, taking them in. Had they always been so small ? Her original "crew", the boys she had grown up with the first time around as Captain Usopp. The memories made something sharp and longing pierce through her chest, and she gave a shaky smile to them.
"Ah, yes, who's asking for me?"
The boys jumped, and Tamanegi hid behind Piiman. The green haired child pointed a finger at her and declared, "We heard you can snipe things from far away!"
Usopp, smile turning cocky in preparation of an act, was actually surprised that that rumor got around, rather than how "willful" she was. She wondered if there were any other rumors about her spreading through the village. Maybe she'd start a few, just to get some things rolling. Plus, it might be funny to watch them spiral out of control.
Turning her nose up and pointing a thumb at herself, she replied, "Of course! I am the Great Usopp, King of Snipers!"
(Calling herself captain felt wrong, somehow. She couldn't say it, even in jest. It clogged her throat and made her tongue stumble. She never tried again.)
"Wouldn't it be Queen of Snipers?" Ninjin asked.
Wagging a finger, Usopp said, "No no, for you see, it is a title , not a position. Only the best of the best can achieve it. 'King' indicates that one has surpassed even Sogeking, the best sniper of Sniper Island. Nay, the whole world !"
The three boys looked on in awe as she weaved tale after tale of her daring adventures in claiming the title of best in the world. Some of them were even true. How ironic, that the tall tales didn't seem quite so big anymore.
"The giants of Elbaf came to me and they said, 'Usopp! We need your help to stave off the enemy! Use your pop greens to wipe them out.' So I leapt from the scaffolding," here, she struck a pose, "and landed amongst the hoards of evil. With a flick of the wrist, I took down countless enemies in a single moment!"
"Oooooo," the boys were propped on the floor to listen, laying on their tummies and head in hands. They gave the appropriate reactions to her stories. It brought warmth to her heart.
"And then, with a cry, I--"
"Tamanegi?" A village woman poked her head into the hut, interrupting the story. The boy in question tensed and scrambled to his feet.
"Mom!" He shoved his glasses further up his nose. "Um, ah, what are you doing here?"
"I brought Usopp-chan some lunch . . . What are you doing here? I thought you were in class." The woman raised an amused brow and Tamanegi paled.
"Right! That--I was--You see it's kind of--So yeah!"
That was not an explanation, but it did make Usopp clutch her stomach as she tipped over in hysterics. Tamanegi scuffed his foot on the floor, embarrassed, and the other two hid behind him like they could escape a mother's wrath.
(This was the first time she had laughed since . . . well, since getting here, really. The first in a long time that the laugh was genuine. It wasn’t even that funny, and yet . . .)
"You boys should be learning . Now get!" She waved for them to scram and the three boys tumbled out of the hut with a scream. The woman chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Boys. What can you do?"
Usopp wiped a stray tear from the corner of her eye, laughter subsiding. "Awe, they just wanted to hear some stories. No harm done."
"So you say, but those boys can get in a load of trouble before you can say 'I told you so'." She placed a bento on the kitchen counter and folded her arms, leaning against the table. "What have you been up to lately, Usopp-chan?"
Usopp shrugged, mood souring at the blatant worry in the woman's eyes. "Experimenting. Playing in the forest." She was careful with her words, hoping the older woman wouldn't start fussing.
The woman nodded and glanced at the tabasco sauce on her overalls. "Looks like the experiments have been fun," she said jokingly. "Would you like some tempura to go with all that sauce?"
Usopp paused, not expecting the tease. When she looked up at the woman, the elder winked and gestured to the bento.
(What was her name again? Something that had to do with the onion family . . .)
"Thank you," Usopp said genuinely. "I was half expecting you to undress me and clean the spot right here and now."
(Oh, right! Amaryllis!)
Amaryllis chuckled and tilted her head. "Would you like me to?"
Usopp shook her head. "No, it's fine. A stain here and there isn't the end of the world." Although some of the villagers seemed to think it was.
Amaryllis hummed with a short nod. She waited until Usopp gathered the bento and sat down to eat. For a moment, Usopp worried she would watch her eat. Instead, the woman straightened with a smile and headed for the door.
Just as she reached the threshold, she turned back and said, "You know, you have a very beautiful smile, Usopp-chan. It reminds me of Banchina."
Usopp stilled with food halfway to her mouth. Looking like her mother was one thing, but being compared to her brought tears to her eyes. Banchina had a smile that would light up the world. Usopp missed it every day.
(She was grateful. So grateful.)
Amaryllis quietly left and Usopp was alone. In the sanctuary of her home, she smiled.
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Kaya wasn't the adventurous type. She preferred to stay indoors and read rather than go out and explore. Although, that was mainly because she didn't really understand how to explore. The books she read described magical worlds and beautiful scenery, but every time she went out, the world looked the same.
Perhaps, if she could leave the island . . .
Her parents would never agree to it, of course. Kaya was a frail child, barely seven and yet burdened with coughing fits and dizzy spells. She was raised in a home of white walls and jewels, but everything became boring . Since she was sickly, she could do nothing more than read and look out her window at the sea.
Her parents were kind people, and they wanted what was best for their daughter. Sometimes, though, Kaya wished she could just run through the halls, or get her dress dirty, or do something to break from the mundane. It wasn't ladylike at all and she wasn't sure where the urge came from. It filled her with excitement to imagine.
That's why, when on one of her walks with Merry, she wasn't as alarmed as she probably should have been seeing a girl her age hanging in a tree and trying to steal some eggs from a bird nest, only to have the mother bird return and peck her right out of the tree.
The other girl fell flat on her back at the base of the tree with a groan while the bird cawed in triumph. Merry hurried ahead of Kaya and stopped at the girl’s side.
“Are you quite alright?” he asked. “That was quite the fall.”
The girl quickly stood up, dusting off her overalls and tidying up her black curly hair. She threw a glare at the bird and crossed her arms with a pout. “I’m fine. But there goes breakfast.”
Merry whipped out a handkerchief and rubbed at the girl’s cheek to remove the dirt stains. The girl crinkled her long nose and waved him off. Though, as soon as her eyes landed on Merry, she froze. Her mouth gaped open.
Kaya laughed at the comical expression.
The girl snapped her attention to Kaya, and the heiress startled at the intensity in her gaze. A series of emotions--confusion, surprise, fondness, and longing sorrow--flashed across the girl's face in less time than it took for Kaya to blink. It was gone before she could question it.
“Breakfast?” Merry prompted, drawing the girl’s attention once more.
“Ah, yeah,” the girl smiled pleasantly up at the man, and Kaya wondered if the reaction earlier had been her imagination. She relaxed and smiled. “No one came today to deliver breakfast, so I was gonna cook something for myself.”
“Deliver . . .?” Merry tilted his head. “What about your parents?”
“Mm,” the girl took off her bandana, only to use it to tie her messy black curls up off her neck. “Mom died a little bit ago. Dad’s a pirate, so he doesn’t really know and can’t exactly be here, you know?”
Kaya’s smile faded and she came closer to the other girl. The tanned girl didn’t seem too upset by her words, but Kaya felt it for her. Merry, however, hesitated at the statement.
"A pirate, you say . . ." he mumbled. The girl nodded, unaffected by the frown on Merry's face. Instead, there was a knowing glint in her eye, a determined glance that had Kaya's heart racing.
"A pirate," Kaya repeated the word, inflecting it with awe. "Does he share adventures with you?"
The girl turned to her, smile blossoming and head nodding in excitement. “Yeah! I’m going to be just like him! I’ll go on cool adventures, like finding an island full of living toys and fairies.”
Merry’s posture relaxed, and he smiled. “Well, that sounds like a good dream to have. I’m sure you’ll be able to.”
Kaya didn’t miss the look of satisfaction the girl had at the praise. With the courtesy that she had been working on, Kaya gave the girl a small curtsey, her white dress raising the slightest bit but never going above her ankles. The girl raised a brow at the gesture, but didn’t lose the smile.
“Hello,” Kaya greeted. “My name is Kaya. I live in the mansion at the top of the hill.”
The girl gave a polite bow in return, dipping so her nose faced the dirt road. “Nice to meetcha! I’m Usopp.” The smile Kaya was met with when Usopp straightened was warm , warmer than it had any right to be. Kaya blushed softly.
“Well, since you haven’t had breakfast,” Merry said, “why not join us at the bakery? Miss Kaya wanted to try a sweet tart and I was hoping to buy some bread for the next week.”
Usopp lifted her arms up and behind her head, looking at Merry with one eye open. “Only if you’re paying, Ossan.”
Merry’s eye twitched at the impolite phrase, and Kaya had to hold back a laugh at Usopp’s cheeky grin.
“Of course,” Merry assured. “Though I wonder, why weren't you ‘delivered’ anything this morning?”
Usopp shrugged, coming off as nonchalant. “I don’t know, the villagers have been coming a lot less recently. It’s actually been really nice! Although, the boys keep pestering me.” The way she sounded fond had Kaya pondering who ‘the boys’ were.
“Boys?” Merry looked a tad concerned.
Usopp frowned lightly, more of a pout, and said, “Tamanegi, Ninjin, and Piiman. They’re younger than me, so you don’t have to worry.”
The butler’s shoulders did drop at that, and the heiress was left in confusion. Why would Merry worry about boys?
Instead of having time to piece the implications together, Usopp looped her arm through Kaya’s and tugged her down the road. “C’mon! Maybe we can get a discount if we look cute, like this.” She winked.
Kaya felt her face warming again, and she grinned wide. “Mm!”
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Kaya looked so lively . Usopp was shocked by the difference between the Kaya from her memories and who she was now. It was staggering. Sure, Kaya was still too pale, too thin, and coughed deeply from time to time, but compared to the woman that she knew to barely be able to run without fainting to the excitable girl who wanted to run . . . well, it was quite a nice change.
Usopp wondered if maybe Kaya’s health took a turn for the worse after Kuro appeared. If so, she swore she would eradicate the man from existence. This Kaya was alive, and though she wasn’t as free as Usopp wished to see, she looked so much better than the woman she had left behind.
(Usopp always had fears that maybe she hadn’t done enough for Kaya. If she had known that Kuro was a bastard, maybe she could have done something to help the poor girl. Maybe she could have stamped out the depression and loneliness long before it became a debilitating monster for Kaya. Maybe, maybe, maybe.)
(Now, though, she could do something about it.)
Kaya asked for a berry tart and Merry ordered several loaves of fresh bread. Usopp couldn’t decide, so she just asked for the same as Kaya. Together, the three of them took a seat outside the bakery, and Usopp took a moment just to soak up the sun.
Meeting Kaya and Merry again hadn’t been part of the plan, at least not yet. She was going to wait a little longer before she sought out the heiress, one of her tall tales at the tip of her tongue (something regarding a ship full of black cats that planned ahead to take down the good mice). But seeing Kaya today had changed things, and Usopp wanted to put her plan forward by a few years. Starting with getting Kaya healthier and prepared for when Kuro came.
(She was almost ashamed that this time around, it would be much easier to get in Kaya and her family’s good graces because she was a girl now. This was a good thing, but it did make her bitter. Why should gender decide whether she was trustworthy or not?)
Usopp had noticed the hesitance in Merry when he found out she was the daughter of a pirate. She was quick to soothe his fears by stating how innocent she was in a rather manipulative way . . . Kami, she was a terrible person. She hoped Nami was proud.
Innocence aside, her background was something that created a lot of distance between her and others in the past, specifically those in the manor. Pirates were evil to the world because of the twisted information sent out by the government. To state that you were related to one, or had pirate blood, you were immediately ostracized and outcast. In some cases, you were hunted or even killed.
(Robin and Ace, and many others like them, had to go through so much just because of who they were. Once Usopp was stronger, she would find a way to help them somehow.)
The villagers that coddled and suffocated Usopp with their presence seemed to not care about that this time. In the past, they avoided Usopp because of her background. Now it was like it didn't matter. And it really didn't, but that blood would forever sing with salt and dance to freedom's beat.
She was always so impressed with Luffy's ability to brush off harsh words, criticisms, and attacks against him because of his blood. Because of the name D. Luffy truly lived to the beat of his own drum, and brought along everyone else to their dreams. Usopp was always scared, so scared, but Luffy was her bravery.
(She missed them. So much. Some days were better than others, but sometimes she caught herself turning to someone who wasn't there anymore, the joke or comment or question dying on her lips. Her chest hurt every time.)
Merry seemed fond as he sat before them. Usopp found herself feeling gooey inside.
"Usopp," Kaya said, bouncing lightly in her seat. When Usopp gave her her attention, Kaya’s lips curled up. “Can you share some of the stories your dad sends?”
Usopp grinned. “Of course.” There were no stories from her dad, because he never sent letters. “Where should I start? I suppose the beginning, right? In Syrup Village, there lived a scared little boy with a sharp gaze that dreamed of adventure . . .”
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Cocoyashi was the same as Nami remembered it, just quieter and a tension hanging over the area. With a wary eye, she made her way to her house, the streets vacant in an eerie way. Even if she knew what would happen in the future, she still knew to be cautious. Her future knowledge could already be changing things, and if she wasn’t careful, it was possible that her friends and family would be hurt. She wouldn’t let that happen.
“Nami,” Nojiko’s familiar surprised voice had Nami flipping around with a huge grin. There she was, her sister . . . but much younger than she should have been. Nojiko had always been taller than Nami, and she had outgrown her baby face by thirteen.
The Nojiko in front of her had a baby face and a pout.
“Nami,” Nojiko whined. “You took a really long time this time. I was worried . . .”
This wasn’t her older sister. This was a child. This . . . was Nojiko younger than her now? When . . . when did that happen? How did that happen? What?
. . . Maybe Nami was younger than she thought. If that was the case, just how far back had Nami gone into the past?
“Nojiko,” Nami dropped the bag of bellis and gave her sister a big hug, ignoring the chaos in her mind. Nojiko hugged her tightly in return, and Nami’s shoulders relaxed the slightest bit.
“Hey, are you okay?” her sister asked. “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all. You can wait another year before you go out to gather off the island . . .”
“No,” Nami pulled back with a shaky smile. “No, I’m alright. Thank you for worrying, Nojiko. I’m alright.”
Nojiko relaxed at the reassurance, which concerned Nami. Usually, Nojiko would call her out immediately. So, instead of calling attention to it, she took Nojiko’s hand and grabbed the bag of bellis with the other, leading her sister into the house.
The house was as she remembered, tidy and cozy and home . The smell of tangerines wafted in through the open door and Nami took a moment to breathe it in. She hadn’t been in here in years , and she missed it greatly. Nojiko, at her side, tugged her further into the house and closed the door.
“Have you eaten anything yet?” Nojiko asked. Nami shook her head and sat at the table, bag of bellis left near the door. “I’ll make something quick.”
Nami sighed and relaxed back in her chair, staring up at the ceiling. Today was . . . a lot. She was sent back in time, back into the hell she had already gone through, because . . . she could change it? Because someone wanted to save her? She didn’t know. She didn’t really have a plan.
“Here, today’s paper. Get your mind off things,” Nojiko tossed the paper Nami’s way, and she caught it midair with her left (odd . . .). Good, if she could get the date, she’d know for sure . . .
Wait. That couldn’t be right . . . The date had to be printed wrong.
“Nojiko,” Nami held up the paper. “Is this the right paper?”
“Yes, I bought it this morning.”
“But the date is wrong.”
Nojiko set aside her mixing bowl to take a look at the paper. She furrowed her brows. “No, that’s the right date.”
Nami’s face paled. “Are you certain?” she desperately waved the paper in front of her sister, making Nojiko frown.
“ Yes , I’m sure,” she rolled her eyes. “Are you playing a prank on me?”
If that was the case . . . It was eight years until she met the others, not four like she had thought. She should be ten years old , but her breasts were already developing. It didn’t make sense. It didn’t make sense .
“Onee-chan, are you sure you’re okay?”
Nami froze, newspaper ripping with how hard she gripped it.
Notes:
Explanation on Usopp referring to himself as a girl so quickly: I think Usopp would roll with it and get accustomed to it rather fast. My reasoning is from when him and Nami met back up after the two year skip, and she shoved his face into her breasts, and he didn't really seem all that affected. Maybe I'm wrong, idk. I just think he'd bounce back fast, maybe have a panic attack later as the reality hits again.
As for Nami being older than Nojiko and being so far in the past and yet being fourteen: She's going to be older in the fic, Luffy finding her when she's 22 rather than 18. The time is based on how old Nojiko is, rather than Nami, since things changed a lot in the past but only to the characters that were sent back. For example: only Usopp was different on his home island, and only Chopper is different on his. Nami is the same, being the only one to be different and being two years older than Nojiko rather than two years younger. Nojiko doesn't change because she wasn't one of the ones sent back.
I have no idea if any of that made sense. I might be talking in circles hahaha.
Thank you for reading!!
Edit: I can't math right, so if Nami's . . . everything seems off, please tell me lol. Canon starts when Nojiko is 20, so I'm basing it off of that.
Chapter 3: We're All Trying Our Best
Summary:
Hatchan confirms a suspicion. Chopper is uneasy. Usopp is ready to throw down with the sea.
Notes:
Me: Alright, I'll just quickly write a chapter that has all three in it because I wanna get to some good stuff coming up.
Also me: *writes a 5k word chapter* *doesn't get it done for nearly a month* Oops.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Watching from afar was proven to be difficult, at least at first. It was like Nami knew exactly where Hatchan was at any point in time. If he got too close, her eyes would shoot to him and it would startle him enough that he’d flail away and hide behind a bush. When he felt brave enough to come out of his hiding spot, she would be gone. It gave him the heebie jeebies.
Slowly, over the months that passed, he learned she had a “range”, of sorts. If he was far enough away, she didn't spot him. He could watch from a distance without her notice. Though, because of that, he could barely see what she was doing, let alone hear what she had to say.
He supposed it was better than her actively knowing she was being stalked.
(Not stalked. He wasn't creepily stalking her. He was just . . . observing.)
But her ability to instinctively know where he was wasn’t the only weird thing about the girl. She was also being . . . nice .
Well, “nice” was the only word he could think of, at least. It started that day on the ship and continued well after. Just . . . her being not wary or hateful towards Hatchan and the others. She was smiling more. She didn’t glare or curse behind their backs. She was barely hesitant around them. But of all, she was chummy with Hatchan the most.
(Nami still regarded Arlong the same as she always had. Hatchan wasn’t sure why that made him feel guilty.)
Maybe she ate something yummy? Hatchan pondered the change. But as it continued over a week, and then a month, he wondered if maybe something about her was different as a whole.
Nami carried herself with confidence, real confidence, not the façade she had put up before to act strong around them. Everything screamed older , almost, her body exuding experience far above something a fourteen year old should have.
He constantly saw her turning to someone who wasn’t there, as though used to being with more than herself for a long time. The disappointment when no one was there was only present on her face for a moment, then gone the next.
Then there were moments where she would leave things for the others without them knowing. Little things that they needed, like giving Chew a lip balm because his big lips were drying out due to the intense heat of summer, or leaving a shoulder brace for Kuroobi because he mentioned how much it was bothering him. Or, to Hatchan’s surprise, leaving a pamphlet for a cooking class on his basket.
It was almost like she was someone else, sometimes. She even had a semblance of childlike glee some days, something Hatchan had never personally seen ever . But these things could have been coincidental.
Until Kuroobi bullied Nami and threw her into the water.
Hatchan was silently observing, as he had done for the last while. Kuroobi was stressed and had lashed at the youngest of the group since she was an easy target (and because she never fought back). Things got heated quickly, and Hatchan was going to intervene with a well timed splash, when Kuroobi shoved Nami back into the pool of Arlong Park.
Nami went under, and didn’t come back out. Kuroobi walked away after a moment, and Hatchan ran for the water to dive in for the girl.
(Another face was merged with Nami’s, in that moment. The face of a scared little girl who smiled to survive. Guilt stole his breath and twisted his heart.)
But just before he went to jump in, the water in the pool swirled dangerously. In awe, Hatchan watched as Nami shot out of the water faster than a human was capable of, landing with a light click of her heels back on land. The water, having enveloped her, now subsided swiftly.
And while he could only gape, he knew instantly what she had done.
When had Nami learned Fishman Karate?
It wasn’t basic Fishman Karate, either. It was enough to manipulate water. That was . . .
Only one name popped into Hatchan’s mind.
Jinbei .
A shiver ran through Hatchan.
“Ah, Hatchan,” Nami smiled. “Momoo wanted breakfast, so he threw me.”
And the sea cow emerged from the water as soon as she finished speaking. Hatchan couldn’t get a word in before Nami slipped away, like she hadn’t just shaken the fishman’s world.
He could only gape.
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In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't that bad. Just . . . different. Yeah. And maybe a little weird. But with her knowledge of the future, Nami already knew that she was going to feel older than her older sister. Being physically older, though . . . That was a different can of worms.
But it was fine! She was fine! Obviously. So to prove it she went about drawing up a map. Right.
Except that her right hand was useless .
Each time she tried to draw a coastline, despite how she knew she could do it flawlessly, it would end up a mess . The lines wobbled and her hand shook uncontrollably. The calluses she remembered on her right weren’t there . . . but were present on her left.
Frustration peaked and she shoved her work aside. (Okay . . . more like she threw her papers to the floor and stomped around in a huff. Damn hormonal teenage emotions.)
The first time around, Nami had injured her right hand and Arlong demanded a map. She struggled to get it correct with her left, the lines wobbly and her hand shaking. As it was, it was best to fight the pain and continue with her right regardless of the wound.
(There were still bloodstains soaked into the pen. She tried her best to ignore it.)
But . . . now it was her right hand acting up, and her left hand . . .
Hesitantly, Nami switched the pen to her left, and was surprised by how it felt right . Like it had always been this way.
(She recalled how it was easier for her to grab things with the left, how she caught things with her left, how she just leaned left normally. She had ignored it. Now it was staring her in the face.)
(Ignoring things seemed to be problematic, especially if she wanted to change things. She needed to step up. What would Luffy do?)
Nami grabbed a paper from the floor and started to draw, the pen gliding flawlessly. The only issue was that she smudged things, and she didn't know how she was going to stop smudging it. Maybe if she waited for sections to dry? Or grabbed a rubber guard of some sort . . .
Then again, maybe she just needed to relearn writing and drawing in general. She would smudge things when she was little. It was just a different hand . . . that already knew what to do. Training it to do what she wanted, training control , she could do that. It was like training her cyclones, or Zeus, a mighty power that she had to wrangle.
(Thinking about it that way, this crisis-inducing nightmare--her sister’s age difference, her left hand, her horrifying past --wasn't so bad. It was just another storm she had to ride out. She was the best navigator in the world, dammit, she could do this.)
Seconds turned to minutes turned to an hour, and she thought she was just getting the hang of it when there was a knock at the door. Hastily, she hid the "map" under a book, accidentally spilling some ink across the desk. With a curse, she dabbed at the ink with a nearby towel as the door slowly opened.
"Nami?" Hatchan's distinct voice carried through the room. "Nyu, is everything okay?"
"Ah, yes!" She smiled and whipped around, hiding the towel. "Just--practicing. Had to, um, work on a map."
"Right," he fiddled with twenty of his fingers while the other two arms wiggled. "I wanted to talk to you. About, nyu, how things have been lately?”
It was phrased as a question. Like he wasn't sure if he should ask, or if that was what he wanted to ask.
(Her mind wandered back to the other day, when she had accidentally used Fishman Karate in front of Hatchan. She had played it off as being helped out of the water by Momoo, but Hatchan was smarter than he seemed. Maybe he was going to ask about it . . .)
Anxiously, Nami said, "Ah, yes! Things have been well."
An awkward silence grew between them as Hatchan struggled to find what to say. Nami wasn't sure if she wanted him to ask about the techniques she knew or not. If she brought up Jinbei so early . . . What would happen to her and her village?
The worst case scenarios played through her mind, things Usopp would be proud of to imagine. Most ended with all of their deaths and the island being submerged. Those that didn’t mostly involved her watching as that happened and being forced to go to sea with Arlong. The only good ideas involved Hatchan smiling and dropping the subject.
Like that would happen.
So, instead of letting him gather his thoughts and call her out, she said, "I'd like to help with Momoo, sometimes."
And while that was true, since she loved the sea cow, she didn't have time to worry about things like that.
(She didn't have time to be freaking out over her age gap. Or her left hand. Or her relationships that she had to rebuild basically from scratch. She didn’t have time to sleep, eat, walk--she didn't have time , and yet she continued to dawdle about because she didn't know what else to do. She had no plan. She was scared and there was too much going on and she just wasn't strong enough--)
(She shoved it to the back yet again. Now was not the time for a breakdown.)
"Nyu, you want to help . . .?" Hatchan seemed highly confused, but he gave a small smile. "Right! Sure, that's fine."
"Great! Then I'll head out now--" Just as she got to the door, Hatchan spoke up.
"You know Fishman Karate."
This wasn't a question, but a statement. Hatchan knew . Nami froze, a steadying hand resting on the doorframe.
She messed up.
"I do . . ." She said softly.
"Nyu? How? When?" When Nami looked back, the octopus fishman was hunched in and trying to look small, probably trying to not come across as intimidating.
This was the worst case scenario.
“I picked some up.” She waved a hand. She tried not to bite her lip, because it was true. She did pick some up, but she mostly just asked Jinbei to teach her. It was another fighting style that she could use to her advantage since she wasn’t very strong in Haki like the others.
Hatchan didn't seem convinced, but what else could she say? That she had learned from Jinbei? These guys were the only fishmen she knew at this time.
"I watched Kuroobi," and while that wasn't the truth, it wasn't totally a lie. She did watch Kuroobi. Just not for Fishman Karate. She just didn't want to end up getting jabbed by his fins because the fishman was in a particularly bad mood.
(She was lucky when he only tossed her in the water. He really needed some anger management. Though Arlong encouraged the behavior rather than getting the ray help.)
Hatchan’s suspicions only grew, and Nami was sure the fishman would call her out on her lies. She wasn’t as good at this as her sniper crewmate, not when it came to things outside seduction and money. It didn’t help that Hatchan had sailed with Jinbei and likely knew his movements as well as his own.
(Where was Usopp when you needed him?)
“Nyu, Nami,” Hatchan hunched his shoulders. “Are you . . . sure that you didn’t learn it from someone else?”
Smiling shakily, Nami said, “Of course! Who else could I have learned it from?”
Hatchan hummed. She turned away yet again, making it three steps before he stated, “Jinbei.”
Her next step faltered, but she didn’t stop. If she stopped, it would be an admission. Everyone relied on her to not admit she knew Jinbei .
(But was it really so bad? Maybe . . . Maybe Hatchan could help. Maybe he could find Jinbei, start his redemption arc before Arlong’s defeat. Maybe she could help him change his ways . . .)
She didn’t stop when he called for her. She needed time to think.
(Time she didn’t have.)
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Hatchan confirmed it. Nami somehow knew Jinbei.
. . . It was time to see an old friend.
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The image didn't change when he shifted. Chopper's nose was black, a normal shade for a reindeer. Why?
“Chopper!” Doctorine exasperatedly came in behind him. “What is with you today?”
“Doctorine . . .” he looked up at her with watery eyes, scared and already going through too much in one day. “My nose . . .”
“Your nose?” she tilted her head. “Seems fine to me. Does it hurt?”
It was . . . fine? She didn’t note how it was normal? “It’s not blue.” He stated, just in case.
Doctorine raised her brows as high as they would go, her wrinkles prominent. “Blue?” She burst into laughter. “A blue nose? Geez, that dream must have really been wild.”
Chopper tried his best not to flinch at her laughter. To her, he had never had a blue nose. It wouldn’t be a sore spot since it apparently didn’t exist.
Okay, so . . . this was weird. What did that mean for his past? Because the main reason he was ostracized by his herd was due to his nose. And then he ate the fruit, which just cast him out . . .
Not that that mattered much anymore. His herd didn’t mean much to him, not after he found his real family on the sea. The family that he didn’t know yet in this timeline and may be different to how he remembered . . .
Tears built up. Would the Straw Hats still be the Straw Hats? What if his black nose wasn’t the only difference, but the others were wildly different too? What if Luffy . . .?
No, he couldn’t bear it. He had to believe that his nakama were the same, that they’d come for him. He had to . . . because if it didn’t happen, he’d . . .
Well, he wasn’t sure what he’d do. Maybe something crazy, like find everyone and start a crew regardless. He was a Straw Hat, after all. Crazy was in the job description.
“Chopper,” Doctorine patted his hatted head, taking him out of his anxious spiral. When he looked up at her, she smiled. “I really think getting your mind off that dream will help.”
“Right . . .” Chopper sniffled, rubbing his (black) nose and drying his tears with a determined huff. “I’m going to be the best doctor in the world, after all!”
Doctorine cackled. “Not if you don’t start paying attention!”
Her crooked finger pointed to the mess he left behind in his mad scramble. Beakers littered the floor and a few glass shards were scattered about. Some looked red . . .
“GAH!” Chopper squeaked when he realized his feet were bleeding. He didn’t even notice in his panic. “Doctor! Doctor! We need a doctor!” He paused in his flailing as he realized, “Ah! I’m the doctor!”
Doctorine laughed wildly again and went to gather some bandages. Chopper sat down to wait so he wouldn’t cause more damage or get more blood on the floor. The good doctor returned swiftly, expertly bandaging Chopper’s wounds with practiced ease. She didn’t allow Chopper to help, despite him knowing what to do and having patched himself up plenty of times.
“Sometimes, a doctor needs help from another.”
And well, he couldn’t deny that.
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Chopper discovered something early on that greatly surprised him (though it shouldn’t, it really shouldn’t). His transformations were . . . different. Well, more like they were the same as two years ago (time was weird to think about, so he based it off of his future knowledge). But he could transform into his further forms without the Rumble Ball . . . sort of.
The transformations without the Rumble Ball were unstable and wonky. They didn’t feel right, and he was only able to hold it for a moment before it was gone. Doctorine was impressed, but he knew that he wasn’t where he needed to be.
(He needed to be a real monster. His nakama depended on his fierce strength.)
He completed the Rumble Ball within the first couple of weeks. The only reason it took so long was the wait for the special ingredients that he had discovered on Torino Kingdom that enhanced the transformations.
(He kind of wished he could ask for some of the medical books he had read while in the kingdom. He had been gifted some from the natives. Alas, as the kingdom was already thoroughly ransacked, few remembered its existence.)
He trained daily and studied up on everything he could get his hooves on. While his transformations were shaky, his brain wasn’t. Everything he took in, he memorized with a fever. He would not let down the others, ever again.
(He still had moments of absolute terror, nightmares featuring a haunting laugh that overwhelmed their captain’s bright light in a shadow . . .)
“Doctorine, I’m heading into town for some supplies,” he reported, shrugging on his little bag and shifting to Walk Point. The woman pursed her lips, looking concerned.
“By yourself?”
Chopper hesitated at the door, eyes wide. Right, he was still scared around humans at this time--sometimes hated them--for all that they had done to him. But . . .
“It’s alright!” he smiled. “If they shoot at me, then they won’t be treated.”
Doctorine barked a laugh and waved him off. “You be careful! I don't wanna sew up a bullet wound.”
He gave a reindeer equivalent of a wave and galloped towards the town.
The world was quiet as he ran. The snow drifted lazily, and everything seemed to match it’s pace. The few hiking bears he passed on his way further into Gyasta he politely bowed to, but they were relaxed as they hiked. Even the lapahns were making little fuss.
He wasn’t sure why that made him unnerved. Something wasn’t sitting right with him . . .
The town came into sight within a few minutes, and he allowed for his thoughts to fizzle out so he could focus. Instead of changing into Brain Point to gather supplies, he stayed as a reindeer (people were less likely to be freaked out when he looked somewhat normal, meaning less shooting).
“Oh, it’s the Witch’s pet,” one of the townspeople whispered. The news got around quickly (Gyasta wasn’t largely populated despite being a bigger area) and Chopper got annoyed by the stares and points and whispers faster than he thought he would.
(He missed Luffy and Zoro. They’d just glare at everyone. Robin would probably give him a hug if he got scared. Usopp would tell him a story and Nami would nick the wallets of everyone nearby before they could notice her missing . . .)
“The Witch’s pet is alone? What’s that monster doing here?” one said.
In the past, such a statement would have made him wither and run off. Now, though, he just huffed, making the people back away from him swiftly. The time it took for him to reach the shops was greatly diminished as a result.
The herb shop keeper blinked at him, jaw dropped. One of the patrons looked around as though to find Doctorine, but then stared wide eyed when it was clear he was alone.
He ignored them with the ease he had gathered over years and years on a wacky crew. Compared to some monsters on the Grand Line, Chopper almost seemed tame.
(The Government never raised his bounty more than a thousand or so. He was treated like the cool crew pet. It gave him the element of surprise, since no one expects the “cute, cotton-candy-loving” Chopper to be a horrifying monster.)
Without hesitation, Chopper gently gathered the supplies he needed in a bag he hung from his antlers. He brought them to the counter and used his muzzle to rifle through his backpack for the correct change. He placed it down, teeth showing as the coins left his lips. The man behind the counter startled at the sight of the human teeth, and Chopper held the smile for just a moment longer.
(Maybe he was being mean, but Zoro did it to him all the time, and Zoro was super cool.)
The shopkeeper hastily grabbed up the coins, and Chopper bowed his head politely before taking the supplies and leaving the shop. The woman who stared the whole time seemed to come to her senses, pointing a shaking finger at him.
“M-Monster! It’s a monster!”
Chopper just grinned at her, and the poor woman just about fainted. That time, he wasn’t even trying to be scary. Oh well.
He ran from the shop before someone called an authority figure of some sort, or, worse, Dalton.
(He couldn’t remember when Dalton defected from the royal army, but he knew for sure that the kind man helped those in need long before he told Wapol to screw himself. Or something along those lines.)
Shouts sounded from the townspeople as he ran through the streets and back towards Doctorine’s. He grinned wide, reminded of all the times he and his crew were chased from one port or another to the same alarmed shouts. It was when the gunshots started that he really kicked it up a notch, his heart hammering painfully against his ribcage.
(Okay, so he was still a coward. He was a monster that was born to help Luffy, but he hated guns.)
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Thankfully, Chopper got back home safely, having literally been chased out of town. Panting heavily, he closed the door behind him and shrugged his backpack off. He slid to the floor, hand to his chest as he tried to regulate both his heart rate and breathing.
“Doctorine!” he said once he had a good hold on his respiratory system. “I’m back!”
There wasn’t a response. Chopper’s fuzzy brows knit together. Usually Doctorine would answer right away with a quip or a question if he wanted to know her secret to youth. Did she go out?
The uneasy feeling he had from earlier grew to a small amount of panic (a lot of panic, something was wrong --).
Hesitantly, Chopper moved further into the hut, calling out, “Doctorine?”
He reached the kitchen area and found Doctorine hunched over the table, panting and pale as the snow outside. Her arms shook as she tried to keep herself steady.
“Ah, Chopper,” she croaked. She gave him a weak smile. “Looks like I’ve contracted a deadly disease.”
He remembered this day. This was one of the most terrifying days of his entire life.
Terror came racing back. “Doctor! We need a doctor!”
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Usopp rolled up her sleeves, the stolen row boat just barely in the water. The sea lapped at the wooden hull, reminding her of adventure and purpose.
Her purpose now was to get to Nami and save her and her family.
Usopp had been training for almost a year now, her muscles coming in nicely (even if she knew she was ruining her young body, she didn't matter, as long as she could protect the ones she loved and fix the past). She was able to get the boat down to the water (having swiped it from the fisherman up the way, and no, she definitely stole it, it wasn't given to her because she asked--), and now she was going to shove off to stop the most tragic moment in Nami's life from happening.
At least, that was the plan.
She wasn't sure how she'd stop the fishmen, and she wasn't totally sure if she was too early. She just knew that it was around this time . . . maybe. So she needed to work quickly.
Just wait for me, Nami , she thought as she clambered into the boat. I'm coming.
Taking hold of the oars and tensing her legs in preparation, she pulled with all her strength and smiled wide when the boat moved.
A girl her age shouldn't be able to do this, but she was the world's best sniper. She could do anything.
Usopp allowed for a familiar rhythm to take over. The shoreline steadily became smaller. Giddy butterflies swarmed her stomach, and she let a breathy giggle.
(She wasn't a navigator--Nami was--but she knew the general area she needed to go. Surely, fate would be on her side. It had thus far.)
She began to get tired the further out she went, but she didn't even make it out of the bay, so she continued. It wasn't until the waves started getting larger that she grew worried.
The waves rocked the rowboat dangerously, and at one point Usopp had to stop rowing to steady herself and the boat so neither tipped over. The waves only grew .
One wave was bigger than the rest, so big that Usopp's mind was thrown back to Aqua Laguna. But that wasn't possible, because this was the East, and a little island in the East didn't get a crushing, all encompassing wave.
Panic laced through her chest, and she scrambled for her things, thinking maybe she could shoot through the wave. (She couldn't cut or punch through a wave. She couldn't kick, or manipulate the water, or freeze it with the chill of the dead. All she could do was shoot pachinko balls and pray.)
Usopp and the boat went under.
Her bandana flew off, leaving her wild mane of curls to freely flow in the water. She tasted salt and fear, one she knew well but one she hadn't been familiar with for a while. The boat swallowed her small frame and shoved her back and forth with the tide.
Hysterically, Usopp thought she was going to die. Again . What a pathetic existence.
And then it stopped slapping her around. The boat came to a complete stop, and Usopp felt soft sand against her back. With a splutter, Usopp heaved the boat off her and then she could breathe again (and spit out the seawater she had swallowed during the terror ride).
Shivering, Usopp flipped her hair up and away from her face so she was less a sea witch and more a drowned rat. She saw that she was back on her home island, back at the start. The huge waves were gone, like it had all been her imagination.
The waves on the shore lapped in a way that was . . . almost laughing at her.
Well. That wouldn't do.
She set out again, this time with stubborn determination. When she made it to the end of the bay, the waves rose again and she went under.
Again.
Again.
Again .
"Oh come on!" She slammed her fists into the sand. She was back on the beach after her fifteenth try, soaked to the bone and smelling like fish and salt. Water splashed her in return, and she narrowed her eyes. "Why won't you let me go?"
The sea was silent.
"Usopp!" Kaya's voice rang from further up the beach. Usopp looked up to find her best friend rushing towards her with her bandana, face worried.
"Usopp, are you okay?" Kaya asked. She handed back the bandana, which Usopp took gratefully. "I saw you go under . . ."
"I'm fine," she said, tying her messy, drowned curls out of her eyes and off her back. She glared at the sea. "I'm just having an argument with an old friend."
Kaya didn't understand. Of course she wouldn't. Only a seaman would truly get it, having experienced the sea's temperament.
The heiress asked, “Why are you arguing?” She tucked her dress under her knees and sat next to the drenched girl. Usopp would have made a comment about her getting her dress dirty, but it was clear the other girl didn’t care about dirt stains anymore than Usopp.
“I’m trying to . . .” Usopp waved out at sea. “I need to get to a friend who’s in trouble.”
Kaya hummed, tapping her chin in thought. “And you’re arguing because you need to go out, but the waves are too big?”
Usopp didn’t give Kaya enough credit. The heiress really was smarter than she seemed--she was trying to be a doctor, after all--but sometimes Usopp forgot.
“Yep. I keep capsizing. But I need to get to my friend.”
“Well,” Kaya tilted her head. “Do you have time to wait?”
“What?” Usopp narrowed her eyes.
Kaya held her hands up. “Not that it’s not dire! Whatever it is . . . but, maybe you have time to wait? Maybe another day the waves won’t be so big, and you can try again.”
She . . . had a point there.
But Usopp shook her head. “I don’t have time to wait. My friend needs me now .”
“I see. Well, since the waves are so big, maybe you need another person to come with you.”
A chill ran down her spine. “ No . I can’t have anyone come with me.”
Kaya jumped a bit at the vehemence in Usopp’s voice, and internally the dark skinned girl winced. Arlong and his men would massacre the people of the village, no question. She wasn’t about to risk someone else’s life when she could risk her own, thanks.
“Then it seems like you’re in a real pickle.”
Sighing heavily, she flopped back into the sand and closed her eyes. “Yeah.”
“Well . . . do you want my advice?”
Usopp cracked open a brown eye to look at her friend. “Shoot.”
Kaya’s lips twitched. She said, “You’ve been training--don’t give me that look, I know what you really do in the forest--but you’re still a kid. We’re both kids.”
If only that were true . Usopp had lived much longer than the measly seven years this body did. She had seen and done things that no child should ever have to go through. If Usopp was still considered a kid, she’d eat her own foot.
(Wait, no, bad example. Sanji might actually kill her for that.)
“What I’m trying to say is,” Kaya continued, “the sea is big . Really big . And you and me . . . we’re just tiny right now. If your friend is really in trouble, can you say confidently that you could help them?”
That hit a little too close to her insecurities. Usopp tried to hold in the flinch, but wasn’t sure she was all that successful, if the sad look that crossed Kaya’s face was any indication.
“I’m not saying you're not strong. I’m saying that you are still small . Adults can lift us by our shirts no problem. What makes you think the sea would be easier to handle?”
The waves lapping the shore grew louder, as though agreeing with Kaya. Usopp sent a glare at the water.
She knew the words to be true. She knew she wasn’t strong enough yet. She was just lying to herself (a liar, through and through) that if she was determined enough, if she stubbornly kept at it, that things would change. That she could make a difference.
(She hadn’t changed anything . Just this once, couldn’t she do something good for her nakama?)
Salty tears pricked at her eyes, and she sniffled harshly. “I . . . I can’t do anything. Why am I here if I can’t do something so simple?”
Because if it was anyone else on the crew, they’d be able to sail out no problem. They were strong, brave, and bold. She was weak . She was a coward . She was a liar .
Arms snaked their way around Usopp’s back, and she tensed as a head of blonde hair nestled in the crook of her neck. “You’re here with me. Can that be enough?”
Usopp allowed the tears to fall, holding on tight to her dear friend as she splintered like the stolen boat under the waves.
Notes:
Thank you for reading! I'm having way too much fun writing this
Chapter 4: If Things Weren't So Complicated, Maybe Usopp Would be Having a Nice Day
Summary:
Hatchan meets a friendly face in his search for Jinbei. Usopp has a terrifying realization. Chopper is reassured both in his abilities and from his loved ones.
Usopp: 11
Nami: 14
Chopper: 12
TW: blood mentioned, vague description of women's anatomy (though why that should be a problem idk), mentions of sex ed, internal crisis, body dysphoria (kinda?), mental breakdown
Notes:
I'm sorry this chapter was so short. The last few months have been hard, things hitting too close to home and my mental health declining faster than my failing grades.
Anyway, this is probably the shortest chapter I'll do for this story, but I can't make any promises
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The Kingdom Under the Sea, Fishman Island, was just as beautiful as Hatchan remembered. Having journeyed so far, he took a moment just to take it all in. His home. His people. He . . . he missed this.
(He wasn’t crying, dammit. He wasn’t .)
Moving swiftly, Hatchan made his way through the familiar streets, the feeling of home swimming around him. He had to wonder if his old place was still here . . .
He chuckled. Of course, it wasn’t.
He wondered how he’d go about finding the Sun Pirates. Last he heard, Jinbei had become a Warlord of the Sea. He wasn’t entirely sure why his ex-captain had decided on that route--after all, Hatchan left with Arlong right after the fight. He vaguely remembered something about gaining trust, but he was too upset over what happened to really get the full picture.
(Fisher Tiger would have been so disappointed in him and Arlong. He may not have liked the humans, but he knew what his queen was fighting for, what they all were fighting for. Becoming just like those humans was the opposite of what Fisher Tiger stood for. Hatchan was ashamed.)
He swiftly made his way to a local bar, eyes panning past Whitebeard’s jolly roger hanging proudly from a nearby building. Really, the only reason traders weren’t storming their home like in the past was because of that flag. Hatchan pondered the irony, that a human would be the one to keep his home safe.
And here he was, following a man that did the same to the humans.
“Hatchan!” a friendly voice called to him. A woman at the bar--he thought her name might be Gingy--waved him over. “What brings you to these parts? Last I heard, you were off with Arlong in your own little pirate group.”
“That’s what I’m here about, nyu,” he drooped over the bar counter. “I’m looking for Jinbei.”
The patrons of the bar acted like they weren’t listening in, but he could see them lean in when he mentioned the fishman’s name. Gingy smirked. “Jinbei, eh? Last I heard, he was near Whitebeard’s territory cleaning up some rookies. Thought they were ready for the big leagues.” She laughed.
“Do you know where I can find him now?”
“Hm, depends,” she leaned forward, her impressive chest on display. “Whatcha got for me?”
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Chopper scrambled for medical equipment, hooves shaking. The first time around this happened, he had been even more panicked, but this time he knew the consequences of getting it all wrong and they were dire indeed, how had he pulled this off the last time?!
“Chopper,” Doctorine mumbled from the bed. “If you panic, I will really die.”
Right. Right, Doctorine needed him to focus .
Deep breath in. Out.
He did this before, somehow, by some miracle. He could do it again, and with his advanced knowledge under his belt as well.
He placed a wet towel on Doctorine’s forehead, trying to bring down her temperature while he worked with the medicine that would save her life. Good thing he had just picked up new supplies . . .
Hold on . . . all the new supplies went towards healing this specific illness. Chopper’s fuzzy brows came together, stomach churning. He would ponder the implications later, even if the thoughts swirled in his mind as he worked.
Intermittently checking on Doctorine and mixing medicine, Chopper realized that, when he had done this before, he really was fully prepared. The only major issue was mixing the correct amounts of ingredients for the medicine and being a good bedside companion.
In the end, it only took him about an hour to fix everything up precisely and administer it to Doctorine. The medicine went down smoothly with the sweet coating he applied, and he sighed in relief.
Now, all he had to do was wait it out by her side.
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As the years passed, Usopp grew her friendship with the sea. Now that she wasn’t in danger of heading off to her (most likely) death, the sea playfully assisted her in fishing and training. Usopp still found herself capsizing most days, but it wasn’t all bad. Her Observation was steadily growing because of it, since each time she went under the waves she needed to orient herself and snatch her bag of goods before the bigger fish came to gobble up her things.
It became something of a game.
Could she sense when the sea decided to flip the boat before it happened? What about the hidden fish beyond the rocks and shoals? By the end of the morning, just how many fish could she gather?
Over time, things just about became normal again. The villagers didn’t hound her constantly and instead visited once a day, sometimes longer. While out at sea, she felt her freedom soaring.
(She still wasn’t allowed too far out, the waves carrying her back to the island. She wondered just when the sea would let her out of the small circle and off to her nakama.)
And then things weren’t normal anymore.
“Kaya!” Usopp had never thought she could get to that level of shrill, but, well . . .
It was highly possible she was dying, so she didn’t really care.
“Usopp?” Kaya put down her book, looking up in surprise. “What’s wrong?”
The other girl, snot and tear covered, came bursting into the room speaking near nonsense, flustered and repeating the same word, “Blood! Blood everywhere!”
“Usopp!” Kaya grabbed the other girl’s shoulders, halting the frantic spew of words as well as the flying hand gestures. “Blood? Where?”
“I’m bleeding! I don’t know if something happened internally or--”
Kaya gave her friend a shake. “Usopp! Where .”
The area Usopp pointed to made Kaya relax completely, and she giggled. Usopp didn’t think it was very funny, since she was bleeding out, Kaya .
“Did no one teach you about girl’s anatomy?”
And so began an hour long introduction to women’s anatomy, what they had to deal with every month after hitting puberty, and the sex talk but from the other side. To say that she was both mortified and horrified was an understatement.
When she got home later that evening with a new change of clothes and enough supplies to last a lifetime (though apparently it would only last this month, Kami help her), Usopp had a breakdown. Mental, emotional, and maybe even a bit of a physical breakdown.
She( he ) was a girl . That . . . there had been a lot of strange things that happened in her( his ) past life that really should have topped this. But . . . but being a girl and having to experience everything the same way but everything was different . . . she(he) hated it. It felt wrong , but it also felt right , and she(he) was just so confused.
Usopp missed the crew.
She knew that on the crew, it wouldn’t matter if she was a boy or a girl. It wouldn’t matter what kind of a person she had been previously. Luffy would still love her and accept her. Even if she forgot she was a girl, or if some days it got confusing and she(he) wished to scrub away all evidence of having ever existed. Luffy would laugh and wrap his too long arms around her and hold her close and say “that doesn’t matter, because you’re nakama!” and her gender wouldn’t be an issue at all.
But for now . . . for now she had to push it down and pretend like she wasn’t on the edge of a panic attack every five minutes. For now, she had to pretend that she(he) wasn’t losing it over something as small as gender . . .
(It really was a huge deal. Why was it such a huge deal everywhere but on the crew?)
For now, she pretended that she wasn’t lying to herself daily just to make it one more hour, one more day, one more week, because she had to last until Luffy could get to her.
(Until Luffy could save her .)
She was good at lying. She could do this.
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Doctorine came back to consciousness a couple days later, looking much healthier and totally without fever. Chopper was confident in his skills, but he still kept a sharp eye on her the whole time. When she woke, he shot up from his chair (ignoring the dizziness it caused) and smiled wide.
“Doctorine!” he leapt into her lap and hugged her tightly. “Doctorine, you’re alright!”
“Of course I am,” she chuckled. “One doesn’t live to be 115 on good looks alone. So, congratulations on your first major case.”
Chopper was startled. Right. This was his first assignment as a full doctor. In his past life, he had just been so excited that Doctorine was okay that he didn’t question it, but now . . .
“You knew you were sick,” he stated, holding up the crumpled shopping list. “You knew that you needed these ingredients. It was a test.”
Doctorine smiled wide, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. “Figured it out, eh? Guess I wasn’t as subtle as I thought. Well done.”
The praise made something warm bubble in his chest, and he buried his face back into her chest. Surprisingly, she didn’t shove him away, and instead cuddled him closer. A hand running through his fur brought instant relief rather than confusion, his body relaxing without his say so.
“I know you didn’t wish for this life,” she said, “but you’ll be the best damn doctor in the world and make your family proud.”
He wasn’t sure why she was saying this, but felt comforted nonetheless. “Thank you, Doctorine. Does this mean I can come with you for assignments?”
Her cackling made something settle in his chest, and a lot of the chaos in his mind that happened after the time travel quieted. For the first time since he woke up here, he thought maybe he could do this.
“Get off me and do your chores,” Doctorine’s usual gruff love reappeared, and she shoved him to the floor. “If I don’t hear scrubbing in the next five minutes, I’m getting the ax!”
With a yelp, Chopper ran off to do what he was told, making sure his bright smile was facing away from the scary woman.
Notes:
Thank you for reading. Stay safe and healthy <3
Chapter 5: Business as Usual
Summary:
Some business is taken care of. Some truths come to light.
Nami: 14
Usopp: 12-14
Chopper: 12
TW: Mention of pregnancy, hints at child death, autoimmune disease not otherwise specified
Notes:
Okay, I'm going to be honest, I REALLY hated this chapter. I worked and reworked it several times, but I still hated it. It had information that was necessary to plot but none of it was exciting :(
Thank you so so much for being patient with me. I decided to just post the chapter, even if it was bad.
(Well, also didn't help that I got YET ANOTHER hyperfixation sooooooo lmao)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Nami was confident in her navigational skills. It was the same as knowing the sky was blue and the grass green. Her main job on the crew was to direct the ship through the safest path, or the most fun path, or whichever way the captain wanted. Her job was to protect the lives of the crew by guiding the way for Luffy to become the King.
So why was she so terrified of going out alone?
Here she was, all set and ready to go in a small boat (a dinghy, really), and she was paused at the start. The sea lapped at her feet in a gentle way, neither pulling her out nor pushing her back. Almost as though it was her choice to stay or go.
She had chosen “go”, but she couldn’t move.
This would be the first time she set out on the sea alone . Not alone in the sense that she’d be back with the crew soon, not even alone in the way that she was with Luffy.
She was well and truly alone . The thought stung just as much as the tears in her eyes. The weight of the knowledge of the future suddenly became a whole lot heavier.
She gave the excuse to Arlong of going out on her next trip for bellis, but what she really had in mind was to find two people to help her.
The first was Jinbei. If she found him, she could stop the immediate threat to her family and friends. Despite knowing the future, the Nami at present wasn’t strong enough to take out Arlong on her own. She also couldn’t wait for her crew to come to her aid. And right now, the only other person that could stop Arlong with the minimal amount of bloodshed would be Jinbei.
The second person she needed to find was Sabo.
Flame Emperor Sabo, as he was called in the past. Luffy’s older brother and the right hand of Dragon. If she could track him down--or even just someone within his network--she could kickstart a lot of future happenings. She could get ahead of the game.
But also, and this was extremely important, she could set up an information system between the Revolutionary Army and the crew.
One of the biggest issues the crew had was the lack of information. Staying up to date with things happening in the outside world was difficult when relying on newspapers. Many of their adventures relied on luck and wits. But when Usopp went missing . . .
She shook her head to dislodge the thought, shoving down the memories. She needed to create a network if she wanted to change the future. And who better than the Revolutionary Army?
Nami would also provide them with information. The reason she was seeking out Sabo specifically was because she knew that right now he knew nothing of his past. She may not know everything, but she could give him the clues he desperately wanted. Of course, he might become suspicious of how she got the information.
It was a gamble she was willing to take.
The salt water got into her shoes the longer she stalled, as though a reminder of where she was. Right. She had a job to do.
Her legs trembled as she shoved off, and not from the strain.
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Chopper found it increasingly hard to focus as of late. Fatigue made his limbs shake and his joints ache. He was getting the proper amount of sleep every night, but it seemed it wasn’t enough. Yawning as he cleaned beakers, he didn’t notice Doctorine enter the room until she placed a hand on his wrist. Concern made her lips turn down, and Chopper tilted his head.
“Doctorine?”
“Chopper, have you taken your medicine today?”
“Medicine?”
“Yes, the medicine that you have to take every morning.”
Chopper hadn’t taken any medicine since coming to the past. It had been weeks. He tilted his head to the side and asked, “No? Do I have that kind of medicine?”
Doctorine cursed and ran from the room, but Chopper was already laying his head down on the table. Maybe he just needed some sleep. Yeah, that sounded nice. It was really warm in the room, too, which made him drowsier.
“You idiot!” Doctorine’s sharp voice brought him back to the present and he blinked up at her wearily. A pill was shoved down his throat before he could process it, followed by what seemed like a gallon of water. He choked, eyes flying wide open.
As he cleared his airway, Doctorine bashed the side of his head. “There’s a reason you have medicine! Now it’ll take a few days for your joints to stop swelling.” She muttered, “Luckily I caught it in time . . .”
“Doctorine?” he asked shakily. “What’s going on?”
“Did you forget you have an illness, boy?” she asked, though it sounded rhetorical. “Kami, you’ll give me a heart attack.”
“I-Illness?!” Chopper shouted. “Wh-What? Me?? Illness??”
Doctorine stared at Chopper like he had gone mad, and maybe he had. He’d never had an illness that required daily medications before. He didn’t really get sick when he had eaten the fruit, either. He could count the instances on one hand.
When he just looked at her nervously, Doctorine let out a long sigh and sat heavily in the chair next to him.
“You have an incurable illness. Well, incurable by our current standards. It causes inflammation in the joints, skin, even organs. Symptoms include fatigue, pain and swelling, digestive problems, and a recurring fever. Do you really not remember?”
The blood drained from Chopper in an instant, leaving him shivering in his seat. “That sounds dangerous!”
“As long as you take your medicine every day, it’s not a problem!” Doctorine smacked him upside the head. She sighed. “You’d only have occasional bouts of mild symptoms every now and then, maybe fatigue and stomach cramps if you push yourself. But not taking your medicine for so long . . . Kami, kid.”
Chopper was sick. Chopper was sick . Chopper was never sick. But now he was incurably sick. He must have made a face since Doctorine ruffled his fur.
“Ah geez, you’ll be alright,” she said. “You won’t die so easily. Plus, we’ve already figured out a way to keep a balanced life.”
“I’m going to study like never before,” Chopper mumbled. He would not be a weak link on the crew!
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About two weeks after her breakdown, Usopp came to the conclusion that she could be both a boy and a girl. Things were different now, sure, but she wasn’t different. She’d just have to adapt, like usual.
Really, there wasn’t much difference between a male and a female. Not when it came to values, responsibilities, and convictions. Not when Usopp was as she had always been.
So what if her biology was different now? She had been male, and will always remember being male, and would forever have that part of herself. She was now female, and would always be female, and after her adjustment period, she made peace with that.
Usopp was both a man and a woman. Explaining as much to Kaya didn’t seem to work, but her friend just smiled and nodded along as though she understood and offered her full support. It made something smooth in her chest at the easy acceptance.
Kaya also looked incredibly healthy, more so than she ever did in the past. She looked like she was full of life and ready for adventure. Daily, she would sneak from home to pester Usopp to tell her stories and play in the forest. It was a change Usopp was pleased with, but highly confused over. She had never seen her friend like this.
She began to wonder if maybe it wasn’t just depression that kept Kaya so sick.
Over the next two years, Usopp planned and trained. She created new things, ways to assist the crew, and adjusted to her new life. She, Kaya, and the boys trained daily in the form of play, hoping that if she gave them a bit of preparation, they’d be able to protect themselves once she left. She was making a good relation with the townspeople if the worst-case scenarios that kept her up at night came to pass. She ignored the panic attacks and the depression and the terror of the future and did her best to focus on the now, on what she could do to prepare.
And then Usopp’s world tilted on its axis.
“Excuse me, what?” she put a finger in her ear to clear the obvious blockage because what .
Kaya wilted at her reaction. “Is that not good news?”
“I think I misheard,” Usopp clarified. “Could you repeat?”
“My mother is pregnant!”
The room spun, and Usopp sank heavily into the chair behind her. What . That never happened before. Ever. Kaya’s mother died before that could happen.
Kaya didn’t have siblings.
Kaya didn’t have parents when they first met. But she had Klahadore.
A huge, terrifying possibility overcame Usopp. Just why did Klahadore kill Kaya’s mother? Why did Kaya’s father die shortly after from an illness that Kuro wasn’t expecting?
The puzzle was coming together violently and Usopp hated it .
“Th-That’s wonderful news, Kaya,” she swallowed heavily, putting on her best smile as the lies flew from an aching chest. “I’m happy for you.”
“Do you think it’ll be a boy or a girl?” Kaya asked, bouncing on her toes. “I hope it’s a girl! Oh, I’d teach her all the tricks to get Daddy to get whatever she wants,” she snickered.
“Well, of course whichever gender, they’ll automatically be part of the Usopp Pirates!” Usopp shoved her nose proudly in the air with her hand to her chin, striking a pose. She prayed to the Sea her legs weren’t trembling.
The excited squeal from Kaya told her enough.
She was going to murder Kuro.
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It was almost too easy to get into the Grand Line. Oh, sure, she had a dingy and a prayer, but willingly crossing into Paradise with a half-baked plan and no one to help in case she got in trouble was a suicide mission. And yes, the Sea was joyfully lapping at the sides of her little boat, and her navigational skills were above and beyond what anyone in the Grand Line could boast, and she knew Fishman Karate techniques to help her along, but really ? When did she start thinking like Luffy and pretend she could sail half the world in a wooden death trap??
(She ignored the small voice in her mind telling her that because she had sailed with Luffy, knew he would have her back, that she could do something so crazy. She also ignored how much her heart hurt.)
So, she boarded a pirate ship just entering the Grand Line.
(She ignored the sick feeling she had from saying she wanted to join the crew. She knew it wasn’t for forever. It was a ruse. But the betrayal she felt cut to the core.)
She worked as a cabin boy, not speaking to anyone but the captain of the ship. She kept her cards close and her feelings even closer. It was easy to slip into the role, and easier still to play the mute “boy”. She went so far under the radar that when she left for weeks at a time, the captain barely spared a glance.
(She ignored, she ignored, she ignored, she ignored --)
Was she taking a risk being away from Arlong for so long? Yes, absolutely, but she had a contingency plan in place for that. A note, left in the cartography room, spelled it out fairly well:
I’m going for a grand heist. It will require a lot of time. In return, I drew four new maps of the North Blue.
Nami had done so in the past, when she originally met Luffy. She was allowed freedom for at least three months. It was all the time she needed for this.
That was, until she made her way to Baltigo.
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Chopper studied. He took his pills on time, he went through exercises to get his joints moving again, and he poured over every medical book he could get his hands on. Most of it, he had already studied. Most of it he had spent his lifetime previously cataloging and note-taking and searching for every detail. He still went over the information with a fine-toothed comb.
Then a shipment came in for Wapol’s exclusive doctors, and Chopper saw a familiar face in the crowd setting aside something in a tree hollow. Dalton did it all so casually that anyone would have thought he had only stepped aside to allow carts of supplies to be carried by.
When Doctorine slipped next to the hollow a moment later, things began to click into place for the reindeer. The people didn’t have medical supplies--all of it was immediately sent to Wapol when shipments came in. The only supplies Doctorine could take from the villagers was food and booze, sometimes knick-knacks.
How did she get medical supplies without leaving Drum?
Dutifully staying by the sleigh, Chopper watched as a small bundle was passed from Doctorine to the wooden sled. The years he had been with Usopp made him notice the sleight of hand. He never would have known without the sniper’s previous guidance.
(He missed the sharp-eyed man so badly it hurt. Only the hope that they would return to him kept him going.)
“Doctorine?” he asked as she settled in the back of the sleigh. The woman grunted and pointed to the nearest village. Without a word, Chopper dragged the sleigh for their typical outing, as though he hadn’t had his world turn.
It was just another on his list of new things to process.
Doctorine would say they needed to stop at the docks to make sure Wapol’s men were too busy to notice them slipping into town to heal people. He had believed it when he was younger, because yes, that made sense. They didn’t want Wapol to know that they were illegal doctors. But now, just how much of that was true, and how much was a ruse to fool Chopper?
They did their usual business in town, people giving him a wide berth as usual but too afraid to get close, and Doctorine gathering some supplies from grateful--reluctant or otherwise--patients. Another bundled bag was placed securely next to the one previously hidden away, this time more obviously placed, though attention still wasn’t drawn to it.
When it came time for them to head back for home, Chopper discovered that they were leaving just as Dalton entered the village, his sturdy gaze on them as they left. It didn’t feel intimidating, like it had in the past. If anything, it felt . . . protective? Supportive? Once they were clear from the sight of the village and its people, Dalton’s gaze left, leaving Chopper with a tingling sensation.
Back at home, Doctorine unloaded the sleigh with Chopper’s help, and she once again smuggled the bag from Dalton, this time into the hut, hiding it under the other bag from the village. After all the supplies were put away and their personal items placed in the correct spots, did Doctorine finally acknowledge the mystery bag.
She let out a pleased grunt and held up a familiar book, and Chopper’s eyes widened. “Lookie here, Chopper! Seems we got lucky today in town, eh?” She chuckled.
The book, held aloft like a trophy in the old(er) woman’s hands, read Pathophysiology of Disease in fancy, Northern script. It was one of Chopper’s favorites, one he had written several, lengthy notes in and carried with him out to sea. The information inside wasn’t terribly important, but the book itself held sentimental value to him.
It had been the first gift from Doctorine.
Now, as she gently placed the book in his waiting hands, he wondered.
(Just how naive had he really been this whole time?)
Notes:
Thank you again for your patience
Chapter 6: Nami Loves! ...Revolution
Summary:
Nami meets some key figures. Usopp tells a story. Chopper asks some interesting questions.
Notes:
I'M NOT DEAD AND THIS ISN'T DROPPED
I just struggled SO hard with this one, along with everything else that's been going on. I've been so busy with work, and then constantly cleaning up after my brother-in-law because he moved in with us, and then trying to TALK about how much I hate having to clean up after him, and life has just been super busy oof
Anyways, I hope you like this disaster of a chapter hahaha
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Baltigo was well fortified and guarded; it would have to be if it was the main headquarters to the Revolutionary Army. Nami was lucky she didn’t lose her head within the first five minutes of docking.
The only reason she didn’t was because she shouted the code as soon as she felt the chilling presence of an attacker zeroing in on her location. If she had waited even a second longer, well . . .
She gulped as the sharp blade of a cutlass kissed her neck.
“How do you know that . . .?” the voice of a man said, bewildered.
“I come in peace. I have important information regarding your second in command, and it’s imperative that I relate it to him immediately.”
“. . . How old are you, girl?” the cutlass was lowered and Nami was finally able to spin around and face her attacker. She didn’t recognize him, though the mustache and striped suit were nice. He looked like he originated from the West Blue, especially with the accent. Nami gave him a smile, hoping he didn’t notice how nervous she was.
“Fourteen,” she said, though if counting the past as well she’d be over thirty-seven by now.
“And you have important information . . . for Emperor Ivankov?”
Ivankov? No, no, wasn’t Sabo the Second Chief of Staff? Nami didn’t let the confusion show on her face. “I have important information that must be passed on immediately.” Maybe Sabo wasn’t put into the position yet . . . Didn’t he become second after Ivankov was placed in jail? That just meant her timeline was a little off. That was fine. She could improvise.
The man hesitated a moment more. “Emperor Ivankov is currently elsewhere. If you have information, I can pass it along to whomever it needs to go to.”
“I must take it directly to him. It’s top secret.”
The man’s mustache quivered. “You sound like a little girl playing spy.” He stood up straighter. “Unless you have been given clearance to speak with Ivankov, I can’t let you just meet with him.”
“It regards Sabo,” she blurted, praying her recklessness worked in her favor. After all, luck was always on the Strawhats’ side.
. . . Until it wasn’t.
(Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, oh Kami Usopp--)
The man immediately tensed at the name. “What do you know of the lad?” he hissed.
Nami stood straighter, trying to put as much authority into her voice as she could. “That is classified information that I must deliver to the Second Chief of Staff.”
The man’s mustache wiggled as he thought through the pros and cons. The fact that Nami knew about Sabo was probably extremely disconcerting, especially since they knew nothing about the boy.
“Oh, let the girl in,” a man called from further up the path. Nami saw a cloaked figure walking towards them, the only feature she could make out was a massive tattoo across his face. A smaller figure was bouncing at the man’s side, blond hair curling at the too-big ears of . . . of . . .
. . . A little boy ran up to them, burn scars still healing even years later, looking no older than Nami’s sister. Her now little sister. And then she thought, well, of course. Sabo was only three years older than Luffy, making him about the same age as Nojiko, who was also three years older than Luffy. Of course. And Nami was two years older than that, now . . .
Nami was going to be sick.
“You look like you’re gonna hurl,” Sabo eloquently said, the cheeky bastard. He smiled up at her, all teeth, and something dangerous in his eyes. Unhinged.
“Is that any way to treat your elders?” the man behind Sabo--Dragon--said, grinning.
“Sure it is,” Sabo huffed. “I heard you know me?” he said, turning back to Nami. Dragon rolled his eyes fondly.
Nami could feel all of her plans going up in smoke. Sabo was a child. There was no way he could relegate information to her, even if she gained his trust. By the time he was in a position of power, she’d already be meeting Luffy and then her need for information wouldn’t be as dire. This was . . . the worst possible outcome.
She looked up at Dragon, her captain’s father and the leader of the Revolutionary Army. His smile was shark-like. “Let’s talk, shall we?”
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Chopper was noticing more and more that Doctorine lied to him when he was younger.
It started with little things, like how she was feeling, then went to bigger things, like the book. It showed when she talked about Dalton and her distaste for the man, even though they exchanged information and supplies and she seemed to actually care about the man.
It showed when she poisoned herself so he could show his skills and pass her stupid test with flying colors.
“Chopper,” Doctorine patted his head as she passed. “Will you get me a scalpel, please?”
They were in town, helping the locals and profiting from illness. Chopper did as told, eying the witch he grew up with as she expertly cut into the man writhing in pain. She removed the shrapnel of ax the man had neglected and stitched him back up, reprimanding him for his idiocy and demanding all the wine and twenty percent of the family income for the next three years.
Chopper tuned out the man’s family’s reactions as he noticed Doctorine’s nimble fingers slipping something into the bookcase and leaving a mark behind. He recognised the mark, but had thought nothing of it until now.
It reminded him of a specific mark that the Revolutionary Army used in the later years, after the Cobra Incident. The fact that Doctorine knew that mark and used it was . . . concerning. He didn’t think she knew anything about the Revolutionaries, but what did he know of his mentor, really?
“Chopper, get the supplies,” Doctorine commanded. He complied, vowing to keep a closer eye on things.
Doctorine and the Revolution were separate. They had to be.
. . . Right?
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“So,” Dragon took a seat at his desk, leaving Nami to stand before him. The time-travelling fourteen-year-old stood at attention, back straight and arms stiffly at her side. Sabo circled her, poking her sides and generally being a nuisance. She glared at him and he made a low sound with a big grin, but thankfully backed off. “You have some information for me?”
“For him, actually,” she pointed at Sabo. “But I suppose I can speak with you present.”
Dragon chuckled. “Cheeky. What makes you think we need whatever you have? We are the Revolutionaries, after all.”
“True,” Nami smirked. “But I know something you don’t. I know about his family.”
Sabo froze, a haunted look coming over his face. Dragon stiffened, gaze turning wary. “I don’t believe that information is necessary.”
Right, because Sabo’s “family” were absolute pricks that deserved a thousand deaths. “I mean his real family, not the creatures that gave him life.”
That got Sabo’s attention. He perked up, leaning in and eyes curious. Nami hid a victorious grin. She’d have to be careful about this, since she didn’t have critical information. At least, not for the grander Revolution.
“Real family, huh?” Dragon’s eyes didn’t leave her, but she could tell he was just as surprised by Sabo’s reaction. “He was alone when we rescued him. Surely, his real family would go after him if he sustained such grievous wounds.”
“Not if they believed him dead,” Nami cut in smoothly. “That was quite the explosion, after all.”
Sabo’s face grew grim, hands tightening into fists. Nami allowed for a lull to form, watching Sabo and gamble for the younger to have more sway than she thought over Dragon. Otherwise, her plans really were all for nothing.
“Well?” Dragon leaned back in his chair, hands coming up to lace in front of him and elbows braced on the armrests.
Nami cocked her hip, gesturing with her other hand. “I’m not just going to give you the information. I want something, first.”
His lips cut an unnerving path across his cheeks. “Smart girl. And why do you think your information is so important as to make demands of us?”
Sabo’s head shot up, eyes wide and pleading, but he didn’t say a word. There was a raw desperation there that actually hurt her to look at. If her plans failed, she would still tell him what she knew. He and Luffy--hell even Ace--deserved that much.
Nami for now, though, just raised a brow and looked at her nails, feigning disinterest. “Technically, it’s not. But it’s not like my demands are anything crazy, either.”
The silence that garnered made her heart pound. She glanced up from her hand to meet Dragon’s gaze head on. His eyes were scary.
With a sigh, Dragon closed his eyes and lowered his guard, which Nami hadn’t even known was up. His eyes turned fond as he looked at Sabo, the boy glaring him down. Nami had to give the kid some credit--back in the day, she would have trembled in this man’s presence. She kind of still was.
“As long as it can be fulfilled by Sabo alone,” Dragon said, “then I will agree to any terms put forth.”
Well, that would work.
Sabo beamed. He turned to Nami with all the determination he could muster. “Whatever it is, I can do it!”
Why was he so damn cute?? The Sabo she remembered was terrifying.
“Information,” Nami replied. “I’d like to set up a network with the Revolutionaries to gather reliable information. Unbiased. And . . .”
Here, she fidgeted. A kid wouldn’t be able to do this part easily, if at all.
“I need to get into contact with someone,” she said, biting her lip. “Jinbei, the Knight of the Sea.”
Dragon raised a brow. “Interesting. How does a girl such as you know that name so familiarly?”
Nami bristled. She didn’t mention that Koala, Sabo’s future right hand (and maybe more??) knew the name just as well. Instead, she frowned and folded her arms. “I sailed here by myself. You don’t think I’m a capable person?”
Dragon laughed, startling her. “That you are. You know, you’d make an excellent Second in Command. Ever thought of joining?”
“Huh?” Nami blinked. Thought of joining . . . the Revolutionaries? Well, sure, if she wasn’t already claimed by the King of the Pirates. Though . . . She hadn’t met Luffy yet. He didn’t know her, didn’t know about what lied ahead, had no idea about anything, to the point it was infuriating. But, since he didn’t know her, was she really his? She’d do a lot of good work in the Army, and would accomplish so much more early enough on that she could really make a difference.
The tragedy of the Straw Hats wouldn’t happen. She’d stop it before it could. Stop the people that would hurt her crew long before they rose to power (or in some cases, before they noticed the Straw Hats and placed a target on their backs). She’d keep them safe from afar, stop the world war, make sure that Blackbeard didn’t get as far as he did.
But . . .
But.
“Sorry,” she said.
Nami’s heart couldn’t go on without her captain.
“I’m already taken,” she winked. Dragon spluttered while Sabo cackled.
“Can we talk about my family now?” Sabo whined. “I promise I’ll set up all the stuff.”
Nami grinned, Dragon shooing them from the room and rubbing his temples to stave off a headache. “Sure. We’ll start with my captain . . .”
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Kaya liked listening to her stories. Specifically the ones of the Cowardly Warrior, a wimpy boy who travelled with the King of the Pirates. Usopp weaved her tall tales expertly, sprinkling in truth here and there to really sell it.
(She ignored the fact that most of the stories were actual fact, once upon a time, and the King of the Pirates was not Roger.)
“And when the Cowardly Warrior was faced, all alone, with the giant pirate army, on the top of the hill, he cried, ‘I won’t let you do this! I won’t let you hurt the princess!’ and drew his mighty Kabuto against the hoards.”
“Whoa!” Kaya’s eyes sparkled, hands clapping. “He’s so cool!”
Usopp stuttered. Cool? Him? “W-Well--”
“What happened next?”
“Uh, s-so,” she went on. “So he fought against the army, barely keeping them at bay. But he wasn’t enough, and they started to push through. But then the Pirate King and the Demon appeared!”
Kaya gasped and cheered at the appropriate times. She was always the best to tell stories to. It warmed Usopp’s heart every time.
“The crowd hushed,” Usopp whispered, then exploded with, “The princess had arrived!”
“No! What is she doing??”
“She wanted to see for herself if her trusted knight was truly as evil as the Cowardly Warrior claimed. She needed to know if everything they had been through together, everything they had bonded over and done as a team, was truly a lie.”
“And?”
“And . . . everything the Cowardly Warrior said was true.”
“Well, I know that! But what happened so the princess knew it, too!”
Usopp grinned, the bitter taste in her mouth imagined. Oh, if only Kaya from the past could hear her now. “The loyal knight betrayed her. He took her weapon and cast it aside, laying out the truth from his own lips as he looked at her with such disdain and disgust that there was no denying it. The princess had lost her only family, and in the worst way possible.”
“No, she didn’t,” Kaya stated.
“What?”
“She didn’t lose her only family,” she held up a finger, proudly saying, “The Cowardly Warrior is her family! More than that horrible knight.”
That was somehow both incredibly sweet and ironic in a sad twist that left Usopp choking. “R-Right, I guess you’re right.”
Kaya beamed like the sun, blinding Usopp entirely. “Of course! So, did the princess kick the knight’s butt?”
Usopp guffawed. “No, no, she didn’t.”
Kaya pouted.
“Instead, she did the smarter thing, and ran.”
“She ran away??” Kaya puffed up in anger. “Why is she so . . . so! Cowardly!”
Usopp laughed. “No no, see, if she had stayed, then the knight’s evil plan would have succeeded. The princess wasn’t strong, like the Pirate King or the Demon.”
“But the Cowardly Warrior stayed behind.”
Usopp paused. “Ah, yes, he did . . .”
“So the princess should have fought her own battle.”
“Kaya.” Usopp shook her head. “The princess was sick and hurt from the knight’s betrayal. The Cowardly Warrior, while weak, would have still been an obstacle.”
“Booo,” Kaya stuck out her tongue.
“Anyways,” Usopp went on, “She ran--” Kaya rolled her eyes, “--and the others kept the knight busy so she could escape. But he had a plan. He told his hypnotist to follow her while the Pirate King and the Demon were distracted with him. But the Cowardly Warrior overheard and ran after them. He wouldn’t let them hurt the princess!”
“Yeah! Go Cowardly Warrior!!” Kaya raised her fists in triumph. “I hope he marries the princess after he saves her.”
Usopp nearly choked on her own spit.
“Miss Kaya?” A knock on the door alerted them to Merry’s presence. “I apologize, but there is an urgent matter that you must attend to.”
Usopp’s brows furrowed, and she allowed for her weak and barely-trained Haki to reach out to the rest of the mansion. There was a ping on the outskirts, towards the gates. A familiar presence that she could never forget.
Seemed like the evil knight had made his entrance.
“This soon…?” Usopp muttered.
“Thank you, Merry,” Kaya sighed and stood. “I’m sorry, Usopp. Can you finish your story later?”
“Actually,” Usopp stood up quickly, tripping over her words, “c-can I join?”
“Excuse me, but this is a private--”
“I know,” Usopp cut Merry off. “But I promise I won’t make a fuss. I just…don’t want to go home yet.”
Merry’s eyes softened at the lie, probably thinking that Usopp felt lonely and didn’t want to go back to an empty house. While Usopp didn’t mind the isolation (it actually reminded her of those times on Boyn), she wasn’t about to correct any misleading ideas Merry had.
“Very well. But stay by my side.”
Usopp nodded, scrambling to Merry’s side as the man’s long legs took off at a quick pace. Man, she hated being so short.
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“Doctorine,” Chopper shuffled from foot to foot nervously. Doctorine looked up from her “light reading”, the massive tome weighing down her arms as she flipped through the pages.
“Yes?”
“Um…” he scratched the back of his head. How should he bring up what he saw? “Um! W-What do you think of Wapol’s men? S-Specifically! Dalton?”
Doctorine raised a brow. “Wapol and his men are terrible people that are harming their subjects by taking away their doctors.”
To be fair, Chopper didn’t really word that right. “Right, I know.”
“Why the sudden interest?” She asked suspiciously. “You aren’t thinking of doing something stupid, right?”
“No no!” Chopper waved his hands around in denial. “I just…Dalton seems…” he tapped his chin. “Different.”
Doctorine waved a dismissive hand. “Doesn’t matter. He chose his side. Now then, have you--”
“But, what about--”
“Chopper,” a dangerous note entered Doctorine’s voice. “We are done talking about this.”
“Right…”
Doctorine kept a better eye on him after that.
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Thank you for reading and sticking with this, I'm so sorry it took so long ;-;
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