Chapter 28 - One Piece Fan-fiction 2 - The Tale of an OP Delinquent (1/2)
Plot: Meet Screaver Bartel, an average delinquent who just so happens to have a thing for anime. And wouldn't you know it, he gets suċkėd into the world of his favorite anime One Piece! Join Screaver on this journey of violence, friendship, love, and stupidity.
Pairing: OCxNami
A ”Normal” Life
The Story of a Average Delinquent
”SCREAVER, GET YOUR ASS UP! I AIN”T WAKIN YOU UP EVERY FREAKIN MORNIN ANYMORE!”
”THEN DON”T WAKE ME UP GOD DAMN IT!”
This is what I like to call my wondrous morning ritual that I share with my father every time I forget to set my alarm (which isn't occasionally). Usually I remember to set my phone, but I was up till 12:00 reading this really cool manga, so I didn't get a good night's sleep.
After getting dressed into my jeans & one of my five shirts for the week, I inhaled several pieces of buŧŧered toast, picked up my 'untouched' backpack since Friday, got into a ten second argument with my old fart of a father about values and blah blah blah, and ran for the bus. Caught it in the nick of time too.
I sat down next to my best friend Kody. He was one of my only white friends and one of the only people who knew about my otakuness. I told him about it a while back and he's been pretty cool about it, but that's probably because he is, in fact, a stoner. He swears that he quit, but he's still pretty mellow.
”Sup man…” he said in his slow way.
”Nothin much, got into a fight with my dad this morning, again.” I said.
”Ah that's dads man. I didn't even know my dad after he tried to choke me when I was 6 months old.”
Oh Kody; always trying to one up me in shock value.
”DUDE! I DON'T WANT TO KNOW THAT!” I yelled, and punched him in the arm.
My name is Screaver Damien Bartel, born and raised in the good ol' state of Texas. Most people don't know my middle name, because I never tell anyone. Just call me Screaver Bartel for now. And don't ask me where my parents got the name Screaver…I don't have a clue.
We finally made it to, what I like to call, the absolute worst school in the county, Jillian High School.
School those days just seemed to blur by.
I didn't really talk to many people; mostly people seemed to avoid me.
Didn't care much, I wouldn't ask. I guess it's because people see me in and out of the I.S.S. program (In School Suspension for all y'all who don't understand.)
So after another day of being in Jillian High, I returned to my bedroom and spent several hours watching, what else, anime.
I rewatched some of the earlier episodes of One Piece and tried to remember when I first saw it.
I was introduced to the 4kids version first unfortunately, but from what they seemed to ruined with bad voice acting and extreme editing still seemed interesting.
So I found all the subbed episodes and got absorbed into the world of the otaku.
Desert Punk, Gurren Lagan, mostly shonen stuff of that variety.
I'm a big Soul Eater fan, and even went as far as creating my own kind of Demon Weapon.
It's a weapon that can turn into a bazooka! I have the size and color, and all the abilities all thought out. Hell I even tried to draw it! But I'm not that great of an artist. Sorry, getting off topic.
”Screaver, we need to talk.”
I could tell by the tone in his voice, I was gonna get a talking-down to.
”What is it dad?”
”Son…this is getting ridiculous. You need to get off that computer.”
”Yeah yeah,” I said casually, ”Whatever you say.”
-CLICK-
The screen went black.
”Hey!”
My dad had forcefully shut the computer off.
”Screaver, I'm done!” My dad shouted, looking me dead in the eye. ”Your grades are shit son, and you won't stop fighting at school. This shit is all you ever do when you get home.”
I looked away from him, a common tactic of the child being scolded.
”LOOK AT ME.” He said forcefully.
I begrudgingly looked up at him.
”I'm not going to let you end up like some low life bum on the side of the street. I'm taking that computer away until you learn to get your act together!”