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“My treasure? If you want it, you can have it. I left everything I gathered in one place. Now you just have to find it!” Were the words that would go down in history- that sparked the new generation of pirates from the Pirate King.
Buggy always thought Shanks was going to be the next Gol D. Rodgers - their former captain, aka the Pirate King. Especially after their captain was executed right in front of their eyes on that rainy day, and their former crew that were once close, disbanded like it was nothing. Like he was nothing. He'd give up his dreams, and follow his lover best friend to find One Piece, and see him become the next Pirate King like Rodgers wanted. The clown would be fine to be just known as One of the members that helped Shank's find the treasure.
But that all came crashing down, when Shanks spoke words that he never thought he would ever hear. “I'm not ready to find the One Piece. Not yet,” Shanks said slowly as his- Rodger's - hat shielded his face from Buggy and held his hand out in the pouring ran towards him, “Come with me Buggy, let's-”
“You coward!” Buggy yelled at Shanks, as he slapped his hand away, and took a step back with a look of betrayal and disappointment. “Why would I ever go with you, when you're giving up?!”
The red haired boy opened his mouth- but no words were uttered. The younger boy scoffed, turning his back on him, with his fists shaking.
How could he give up so easily? Those words echo in the bluenette's mind, feeling even more abandoned. Captain Rodgers put his whole faith in you. While I was pushed to the side!
“If you're not going to find the One Piece, then I will,” Buggy said coldly before running away screaming from the top of his lungs; “From now on Shanks - you're my enemy!”
Buggy never looked back, because he knew if he did - he'd run right back to Shanks, beg for forgiveness and hold him in his arms and never let go. His heart ached for that coward, and he hated himself for that.
But, he has to do it. To prove to himself, to Gol D Rodgers, the crew and the cowardly Shanks- That Buggy the Clown is more than a clown - he's a king. The rightful Pirate King.
“But…what do I do now? How do I get a crew, a ship, and more importantly…” Buggy's stomach growled as he held it, “how the hell do I get food? Much less money.”
The boy scanned his surroundings, as his eyes landed on a help wanted poster. A performer at exotic club for exotic people, Buggy could tell it was sketchy, but he was desperate for money. He decided he was that desperate to fall in the trap.
One of the many worst decisions Buggy will ever make.
~☆~
Buggy wasn't worried about not getting the job - after all he does have that cursed (maybe blessed) nose and the terrific personality of his that landed this job for him.
However, he didn't take to account his dysphoria, and was now a bit too self conscious about his own body. Buggy wore a jester themed outfit; a corset that was red with diamond pattern that barely covered her small chest, a black thong and mismatched thigh high stocking with red pumps, and his blue hair in high pigtails that went through a jester's hat.
He never felt this exposed to anyone - and that's saying a lot after being a crew full with the majority of the members being guys. He felt suffocated as lustful eyes scanned his body from old men and his new boss. Buggy wanted to run and hide. But he couldn't, because he promised himself that he was going to get off of this island, and show everyone (Shanks) that he is the rightful Pirate King. And nothing will stop him from reaching his goal.
“Dance for us Red Nose,” one of the clients slurred, as he slapped Buggy's thigh, snapping out of his thoughts and earning a small yelp from him. He shot a glare at the man for that damn nickname, before moving his hips and running fingers on his own body. As predatory eyes were all on him - staring at his small chest, as some hands wee reaching towards his body, as if he was just an object.
But for now, Buggy must play along as the fool, if he wants to make it to the top. I'll show that Shanks, and that damn Rodgers. If that's the last thing I'll do. Mark my words.
~☆~
“Ms Buggy, you're six weeks pregnant.”
That sentence shattered what left of a dream Buggy had for himself. Already in distraught with his life and covered in a mix of bruises and cigarettes burns.
How the Hell could this happen?!
“Ex-fucking-cuse me?” He didn't even bother to correcting the doctor about his pronouns, as he looked at his flat stomach.
What was supposed to be a regular and mandatory check up for any STDs and a supposed stomach bug, now turned his world once again- upside down.
“You're six weeks-”
“I heard you the first time,” Buggy snapped at the doctor, “how can that be? I made sure I was careful. Who the hell could-.”
The slick and slippery sound of skin smashing into each other echoed in the hotel room. “Bugs,” a husky voice spoke as they plowed into Buggy, and held him in place, fingers digging into his hips tightly.
“You're so beautiful like this. Your body was made for me and me alone.” The voice growled into his ear before biting his shoulder.
Buggy screamed in a mix of pleasure and pain, digging his nails in the sheets beneath his body. “F-fuck you asshole, as if you own my body.”
Buggy could feel that fucker smirking on top of him, as the male went faster and harder. A hand grabbed the young man's long blue hair, pulling it, earning a moan from him. “Buggy I-.”
Buggy quickly shook the memory out of his head. Nope, not him. It can't be him. That was a long time ago. He mentally argued with himself as his fingers digged into his pants.
The doctor clears his throat. “If you're going to keep the pregnancy, I recommend taking it easy at your job, or to find another one.” He continued.
Yeah, no. If I did that, the perverted boss of mine would kill me. Buggy shudders in fear. Why of all people it has to be me? My life is already hard enough as is.
All Buggy could do was smile and give a nod to the doctor before leaving. He held his stomach as he slowly walked to his crappy apartment that he was able to save with little money he had from his crappy job.
Buggy was trying to come to terms of becoming a single young parent with no help from anyone. All that thinking made him dizzy and made him throw up - but that could all just be from being pregnant.
“Damn it, how could I become a pirate now?”
~☆~
A few months passed, and Buggy's bump was starting to show a bit to his dismay, which caused some worry about his job, though to his luck (if you could call that), he still had clients, who to his disgust, fetishize pregnant people and not to mention the constant misgendering. Thankfully though, he got paid a pretty large sum of money before that damn boss takes a large chunk from it.
But in other news, the very pregnant man had found himself some good acquaintances and roommates, working at the club; Alvida, fellow dancer and Galdino “Mr. 3”, a bartender. Both were former pirates that were in a similar situation like Buggy's.
“So, who's the father?” Alvida casually asked one day while the club was slow, causing Buggy to spit out his water onto the bar, causing Galdino to let out an annoyed sigh. “Wait, you don't know who it is?”
“Alvida!” Buggy shrieks as his cheeks were flushed. “Why would you assume I don't know who the father?”
“So you do?”
“I didn't say that-”
“It's either you do, or you don't. It's quite simple, hon.” Alvida interrupts Buggy as she drank her cheap red wine. “So Blue, what's the story?”
Buggy huffed as he massaged his temples. “Fine, I'll tell ya a bit. But then you have to drop it, got it?! This person is dead to me.”
“Fine. Now spill it, Red Nose.”
“Don't call me that!” Buggy sighed. “We were crew mates on a old Pirate crew,” he began choosing to be selective on the information he was willing to give. “It was just one hookup, Hell I don't even remember his name,” the clown lied, “We drifted apart after our crew split.” His voice was full of spite, but his heart was in pain as his mind reliving those awful memories. “And that's all I can say. Now will you let it go.”
Both Alvida and Galdino glanced at each other, a bit dissatisfied with the basic answer, but didn't want to upset their pregnant friend anymore than he already is.
“Do you know the gender of the baby is yet?” Galdino cleared his throat, trying to change the subject a bit.
Buggy smiled slightly and shook his head. “I want to be a surprise- a surprise that I choose this time.”
Mr. 3 pouts. “You're not fun aren't you curious?”
Buggy was about to answer but was cut off.
“Buggy! You got a customer that requested you.” The owner of the club shouted.
Buggy let's out an annoyed sigh. “Damn, it's tough to be wanted.” He mumbled as he gets up. “See you at the apartment.” And with that, Buggy walked away from his friends.
“Ew! I think this bitch broke her water!” A voice screamed in disgust.
~☆~
“Congrats Ms. Buggy, It's a baby girl.” The delivery doctor said, “though we do have to put her in the NICU to monitor due to her size.” He said as Buggy's baby was taken away from him.
Why, Buggy began to breath heavily as he tried to calm himself, Couldn't I protected you better? He let out a cry, as Alvida and Galdino tried to comfort their distressed friend.
“It'll be ok Bugs,” Alvida tried to comfort him, but this just caused Buggy to cry even more - especially after hearing that nickname that was only used by him.
“She came too early. I-I don't think she'll make it,” Buggy manage to croaked in between sobs.
Galdino firmly, but still gently took a hold of his friend's shoulders, making him look him in the eyes. “What kind of parent would think so little of their crew member, much less their own daughter?”
Buggy sniffed as he tried to make the tears stop, looking at his friends. “You're right, thank you Galdino. I have to believe Uta will be fine.”
Alvida gave a puzzled look. “Uta? That's what you decided to name her. What happened to Alvida Jr?”
“I thought it was going be Galdino the Great Jr.” Galdino piped up.
Buggy playfully rolled his eyes at his friends. “I've always loved the name. I found the name from an old book about sunken islands.”
“Hey- take a look at this Bugs,” a young boy's voice called out on to the deck.
A young Buggy came over and laid right next to him. “Aren't you suppose to be helping me mopping the deck.”
“Blue! Take a look at this - islands that were mysteriously sunken.” The boy in the strawhat ignored Buggy's comment. “These islands had cool names. Like Evergreen island - though supposedly it was always snowy, which is ironic.”
Buggy glances at the map, soon forgetting about mopping the deck. Then something caught his eyes. “Uta island.” He reads as he glances at his friend, knowing he'd have some sort of facts about this island.
“Uta was an island full of famous musicians with musical themed plants and animals, but it was mysteriously sunken. Cool right?!” The boy's eyes sparkled with excitement, causing the clown to chuckle.
“You're such a nerd Red.”
“Y'know we should name our future child.”
“What?!” Buggy choked looking at his friend with disbelief. “Y'know we both boys, right? We can't have a child.”
Red pouts. “Ok, then how about the name our future ship.”
Buggy rolled his eyes. “Fine.”
“Promise?”
“What the Hell are you two punks doing?” Rayleigh, the right-hand man of the captain, yelled as he hits both boys on their head. “Stop daydreaming, and get back to mopping the deck.”
Both boys scurried to their feet, and couldn't help but chuckled - seemingly confirming their promise.
Back to the present, Buggy was able to meet his daughter after a few hours in the NICU, holding Uta gently, crying with joyful. “You're as strong and stubborn as Red, huh, Uta?” He said in between sobs.
Uta had a unique hair color - natural split hair, red and white with purple eyes. She looked exactly like him, to Buggy's dismay.
Alvida and Galdino glanced at each other at the mention of Red.
“And thank the gods, you don't have my cursed nose.” The new dad said, trying to lighten up the mood. Which caused the three of them to laugh.
Buggy held her close to his chest and whispered a vow to her. “I promise, whatever dream you may have Uta - big or small, I will make it a reality for you.”
Uta let's out a coo, as if she was replying to Buggy. He kissed the top of her head.
This was now his treasure- his world. And he will never abandon her like his crew, that Red head.