Chapter 1: Blasted Hangover
What greeted him as he opened his eyes, was the peaceful ring of the wind chimes on the window frame.
Gol D. Roger grunted as a head-splitting headache attacked him. Must’d be due to the excessive alcohol he siphoned the night before, he thought. The all-out drinking fest the Roger Pirates held right after they stepped on the dry land of this island.
Good. Rayleigh would be more chippery by the noon.
The red tricorn with his jolly roger embroidered on its frontside, he grabbed it from the bedside table and wore it on the top of his head, relieved. After all, this hat was what caused his stresses to diminish, after he gave his dear straw hat to that young red-haired chore boy.
The pirate captain looked around and only to be realized about his surroundings. The room was bright, with wide open window half-covered with binding slate made of bamboo. The wall made of mahogany wood plates, so does the floor and the ceiling. The bed he was laying on was four-poster bed with white smooth fabric as drapes. Small tropical plant in pot was placed on the windowsill. From what it looked like, this probably happened to be a nice inn. Just as expected with South Blue.
Roger slipped down the bed, scratching his head absentmindedly and yawning so wide. Damn this headache, he felt like he wanna slam his head to the nearest wall. But thanks for any holy deities on the sky, before he got any chance, the door creaked open, revealing a young beauty with long, curly, sand-blonde hair.
Grinning like a complete idiot, his eyes locked to those nicely shaped booties. He should admit it, he was completely captivated by the silhouette of the sandglass-like body under the white summer dress as the goddess-like moved oh so smoothly.
O holy deities, bless me with this sight.
The next head-splitting hangover that even worse than ever stroke like a kick in the pants.
Gol D. Roger, in his mid-fourties and suddenly fell head over heels (figuratively), crashed on the floor in not-so gracefully manner with still grinning meters wide.
Chapter 2: Blimey, Me
Rayleigh wakes up the sleeping tiger. Or should he says, sleeping lunatic tiger.
There were times when Roger thought he’d better to wreck havoc in three Marines’ most vital facilities —namely Enies Lobby, Impel Down, and Marineford— and prancing in pink frilly tutu right in front of the fleet admiral’s nose, rather than trying to attract a lady. Yes, the (self-proclaimed) bravest man of the world could have that time when he lost his balls.
“Erm. Rouge-dear, what if— you— I- I mean— we, together—?”
“What are you doing?” Rayleigh popped his head inside the bathroom, knitting his eyebrows seeing the said captain talking to the mirror, spluttering words with bright red face. The first mate’s face was clearly shown of pure amusement though he still could handle his smug grin before it reached his face.
Realizing that his first mate caught him red-handedly, Roger’s face was immediately turned even redder —if that even possible. Forget of what he thought before —he should put a gun inside his mouth and pull the trigger for the sin of fallen too deep to a certain woman’s beauty.
“What are ya doin’ here?!” the moustached man finally got back from his state of shock, spluttering words while throwing the look as if his right-hand man suddenly turned gay.
“You left the door open”, Rayleigh stated as the matter of factly.
Roger saw at the stupid door, gaped. Damn they should make a door that could close itself automatically. Stupid, stupid door.
Awkward silent. Rayleigh still leaned on the doorway, doing both holding his laugh and analyzing about his captain’s condition right now. He had been there when a name came off from his captain’s mouth. The said captain was twiddling his thumbs, glancing to his first mate’s direction like a child whose got caught doing bad thing.
“So who is…” Rayleigh huffed, started to speak slowly. “… this Rouge?”
Seeing his captain raising his arms to the air then flailing them shapelessly while looking at something far away, was another amusement Rayleigh could find on board of Oro Jackson ship. Other than pulling pranks to their beloved chore boys, Shanks and Buggy, of course. But Hell, it was kinda hard to find his captain in this state. He that was blazing like an inferno, destroying things or towns in very childish excuse —now exhaling his breath, mind completely out of this world, while grinning like the combination of pervert and idiot.
“A beauty…” Roger whispered, still dazing off.
“A beauty”, Rayleigh repeated.
“A demi-goddess…” Roger added.
“A demi-goddess?” Really, just how deep Roger had fallen for this woman?
“Wait— NO! Did I said demi-goddess?? No— NO! A goddess, it is! A goddess with absolute beauty, that even the mermaids’ beauty can’t compare!” the moustached captain flared for a moment, before withered in the very next moment. “What shoulda do if she dislikes me? I- I mean… Imma just a pirate. A wanted, stinky pirate, reek of booze and salt and sweat, dreaming big to conquer the biggest sea in the world. While she’s- she’s—”
Completely head over heels, yep.
“A normal civilian?”
Roger made a very childish whine.
“Heh, only that? Like that would stop you!” Rayleigh cackled, slamming his palm to his captain’s back. “Bust yer chest! Bang her! Show her what us pirates got!”
The momentum he got, apparently had made Roger straightened his back. He threw his first mate odd look before his usual face-splitting grin reached his face, just under his moustache. He fisted Rayleigh on the shoulder before dashing up to the deck, leaving Rayleigh shocked still with the not-so-unusual mood change.
What brought him back into reality was Roger’s voice, splitting the air like a false alarm.
“ALL HANDS ON DECK! WE’RE HEADING BACK TO BATERILLA!!!”
He could hear loud shouts and protests from above.
Just… what the Hell he had done?!
Chapter 3: The Lunatic
The Kraken has been released.
Sorry for the lateness. IRL shucks. Did shits and stuffs around. Anyway I truly and humbly appreciates those who left kudos and comment ヾ(´^ω^)ノ
Roger is a man of determination. Once he has the will, he will not avail. Give him Twin Cape or Sky Island —Roger will take the challenge like a man. Be it Marines or school of giant Sea Kings, he will destroy ANYTHING within his path. He moves like a hurricane; free and destructive. He’s a man who determined to be the King of Pirates, for Davy Jones’ sake!
Wooing a maiden would be piece of cake —or so he thought.
It was the second time the grand galleon ship Oro Jackson harbored on the shore of Baterilla island on the South Blue. The red ship and its black flag seemed so strikingly unnatural on the peaceful tropical island —the crews thought so. But what they could could do? None of them even wanted to be here. All was because of the captain of the ship, Gol D. Roger’s stupid wish. To get out from the Grand Line, passing through the hellhole-like place called Calm Belt.
“Rayleigh-san, do something!” a chore boy with round red nose squealed. Just next to him, another red-haired boy nodded in agreement.
“I did what I can”, Rayleigh, the first mate, sighed, defeated. Really, what were these boys think? Of course— Rayleigh had did everything he could, right after Roger decided to sail straight the Calm Belt just three days they finally arrived on the Grand Line once again. But no, Roger the stone-headed lunatic, with that creepy smile he’d inherited from his stupid ‘D’ bloodline, that made everyone —allies or not— shivered in fear. He did not budge. At all.
Rayleigh started to correlate that his dear captain’s ‘D’ lineage gives him permission to do literally anything he wants.
The first mate huffed while awkwardly laying on the beach bench in his eye-bleeding bright yellow hawaiian shirt and shorts, as he silently and worriedly waiting for Roger twenty meters away like a good ol’ buddy he was. The said captain, meanwhile, was leaning on the cottage’s wall where a sand-blonde haired maiden sat, hands working on her colorful knitting.
“Say, Rouge…” Roger combed his forever messy jet black hair, trying to look cool. Quite on the contrary with the yellow smileys patterned hawaiian shirt he wore. “Red are roses, blue are…”
“Roses are red, violets are blue”, Rouge corrected uninterestedly. Her eyes never left from her handiwork as her pretty fingers making cat patterns.
“Yeah, that”, Roger grinned awkwardly. Rayleigh found himself on the sudden urge to peel his own face right away.
“What do you want, Sir?” the maiden asked almost in formal tone, but couldn’t she hide the dangerous, murderous tone in her voice.
Apparently, Roger was oblivious with this hidden threat. He brushed off the previous awkwardness and cleared his throat.
“So, well, Rouge, m’dear—”
Wrong choice of word.
“M’dear?!” Rayleigh flinched from faraway as the maiden raised her voice by one octaves. When the first mate turned his head, he found that Rouge was standing —hell scratch that, looming over his shrinking captain. Hell he almost believed that he saw raging flames whirling around the maiden.
“Err—” Roger twiddled his fingers and rolled his eyes; stopped right away when he saw that deadly glare on Rouge’s eyes. The so-usually-mighty captain gulped, trembled in fear.
Damn this girl’s just as sweet as his momma, the captain thought ironically.
“I, I mean— err—” Roger panicked. Holy shit of Sea Kings, is he stuttering? “I, I just wanna—”
“YES?” the maiden pressed forward. Her nose touched with Roger’s own, while her eyes burning with fury. While she wasn’t looked so much alike to an enraged beast from the deepest sea, Rayleigh thought as he held his breath, it only needed a single nudge to make them kiss each other.
Roger, anyways, thought so much alike to his first mate. Ignoring the eyes boring through his thick skull, he couldn’t help but think how pretty Rouge’s lips were. They were pinkish but nothing like lipstick. A bit glossy too. He wondered what could make those color.
So he lurched forward.
His lips grazed over Rouge’s soft, plumpy lips.
He kissed her.
Roger just fucking kissed Rouge.
Rayleigh turned his head away. He didn’t have that amount of guts to watch the kraken tearing his dear captain apart.