ONE PIECE:I have a quirk & a quirk system(HAREM)

[Third person POV]

[Location-eastern mountain]

Deep within the eastern mountain, the air was thick with the smell of cigars smoke, food, wine, and expensive perfume. The wall lights flickered across walls like a scary movie scene, shadows of Celestial Dragons reclining atop their furniture—human beings forced into unnatural poses as living couches beneath their weight. Whimpers echoed from exhausted slaves, their bodies trembling from hours of torture and degradation.

Ginny stood against a cold stone wall, hidden as best she could in the dimly lit room. Her dirty pink hair clung to her damp slave clothes, and her once-vibrant pink eyes now glimmered with desperation. Four older female slaves surrounded her protectively, forming a human shield to conceal her from the Dragons' predatory eyes.

[Ginny pic(from kid to adult)<—-]

Ginny clasped her hands tightly against her chest, her lips moving in a soft prayer. "Please, Kuma," she whispered, her voice thick with a Southern twang. "I dunno where ya are right now, but I need ya… we all need ya. Ain't no way I'm makin' it outta here without ya, believe that shit."

One of the women beside her named Alma, a frail figure with silver-streaked hair, leaned in. "Hush, darlin'. Keep that head and voice down. Them inbred bastards got eyes everywhere."

"I know," Ginny muttered, her jaw tightening. "But I can feel it in my bones—Kuma's comin'. He ain't never let me down before, not when it counted."

Another crack of a whip snapped through the cavern, followed by a strangled and muffled cry. One of the Celestial Dragons, his face twisted with sadistic glee, barked orders at a trembling male slave beneath him.

"Faster, you filth! hold still!" the Dragon snarled, pressing his body into the man's back.

Ginny clenched her fists, every muscle in her body screaming to fight back. But she knew better. She wasn't strong enough—not yet.

"You gotta be patient, missy," Alma said whispering urgently. "Reckless'll get us all killed."

Ginny swallowed hard, forcing herself to nod. "Yeah, I know… but it ain't right. Ain't none of this right." Her voice cracked, but she steadied herself. "Kuma promised me once—said he'd always come back, no matter what. I reckon he's out there right now figurin' how to raise hell and praise dale."

The oldest woman gave her a sad smile. "That boy's got a fighter's spirit, I'll give ya that sugar. Let's just hope he ain't bitin' off more'n he can chew."

Ginny's voice hardened with determination. "He ain't alone. I just know it. Someone's with him—someone real dangerous. I bet they're gonna burn this place to the ground."

As she spoke, a strange sense of hope flickered in her chest, fragile but unyielding.

"Kuma," she whispered again, barely audible, "come get me… like ya always do."

[a few hours later]

[night time]

The Celestial Dragons, now retired to their lavish chambers, had left behind a trail of discarded slaves—slaves bruised, broken, and barely clinging to consciousness.

The rest of the slaves who had been used as furniture were now being dragged away, their bodies limp from exhaustion. Others were herded outside, shuffled toward the slave camps under the watchful eyes of guards armed with rifles and whips.

"This is it," she whispered to herself, clenching her fists. "Ain't no way I'm waitin' to die here."

She had to move.

Carefully, she stepped away from her hiding spot, slipping into the crowd of slaves being led toward the camps. Alma and the other women who had helped conceal her during the day subtly adjusted their movements, forming a loose barrier around her. It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep her from drawing attention.

"Keep yer head low, sugar," the same older woman named Alma murmured beside her, patting Ginny's head. "We'll get ya outta here, just don't go doin' nothin' reckless."alma said, like a kind grandma would say to her grandchild.

Ginny gave a small nod, her breathing steady but tense. Every step felt like it could be her last. The guards didn't seem to suspect anything, their attention half-hearted now that the Dragons had gone to sleep.

As they neared the exit of the mountain, Ginny's pulse quickened. Just a few more steps and she'd be outside, under the open sky.

Then, a voice rang out.

"You!"

Ginny froze, along with the rest of the group. A guard, his eyes narrowing, stepped forward, scanning the crowd. Her blood turned ice-cold as his gaze swept dangerously close to her.

"Which one of y'all moved outta place?" the guard barked, stepping closer, hand hovering over the whip on his belt.

Ginny held her breath.

Alma that was beside her, took a step forward.

"Just me, sir," she said, voice steady. "Stumbled a bit. Ain't tryin' to make no trouble."

The guard sneered, looking her up and down. Then, without warning, he swung his whip. A sharp crack filled the air, and the woman flinched as the lash cut across her shoulder.

"Next time, Stay in line you stupid bitch!" the guard spat before turning away, losing interest.

Ginny clenched her fists so hard her nails dug into her palms, rage boiling beneath her skin. But she couldn't afford to react. Not now. Not yet.

As the group finally stepped outside, the cool night air hit Ginny's face. She forced herself to stay calm, to keep moving with the others.

After a few minutes, Ginny kept her head down as she walked with the rest of the slaves toward the camp, but every muscle in her body was tense. Her heart pounded like a drum against her ribs. She knew she couldn't stay here. She needed to get out before it was too late.

'I need a plan before. . . '

Then, just as she was trying to figure out a plan, a hand brushed against hers.

"Don't y'all worry now, sugar I got a plan to help you out," a familiar voice whispered beside her. Ginny glanced to her right and saw Alma, giving her a knowing look. The other women who had helped hide her earlier were still close by.

Ginny nodded, keeping her expression neutral. She trusted Alma. If she had a plan, Ginny would follow.

As they reached the slave camp outside the mountain, the guards ushered everyone into separate groups, sorting them out for the night. Some were forced into small cages, while others were left to sleep on the hard dirt. The guards stationed themselves at key points, but they were clearly tired, some even yawning as they leaned against their rifles.

Alma nudged Ginny slightly before whispering under her breath, "When I give the signal, you run, girl."

Ginny gulped and nodded.

A few agonizing minutes passed. Then, it happened.

Alma suddenly let out a piercing scream, dropping to the ground and thrashing wildly. "Help! My chest—It's killin' me! I—I think it's my heart!"

The nearest guard groaned in frustration and moved toward her. "Tch! Damn useless slaves—"

Before he could finish, one of the other women rushed him from behind, slamming a rock into his head. He crumpled to the ground without a sound.

"Now!" Alma hissed.

Ginny didn't hesitate. She darted past the commotion, her bare feet barely making a sound on the dirt. The other women subtly shifted to block the view of any guards who might glance her way.

She ran.

Her legs burned as she sprinted toward the trees, dodging between cages and tents. The night was her ally, covering her in darkness as she moved as fast as she could. She didn't stop, didn't look back, even as shouts of alarm rang out behind her.

By the time she reached the tree line, her chest was heaving, but she didn't slow down.

"I gotta find Kuma."

[POV Shift—Yami and Kuma]

[2 days later]

Meanwhile, Yami and Kuma were still making their way toward their destination. The thick foliage made it difficult to move quickly, but Yami didn't seem to mind. He walked with his hands in his pockets, looking relaxed despite their situation.

Kuma, on the other hand, was tense. His large frame made it harder for him to maneuver through the trees, but he had something more important on his mind.

"…You really think we can pull this off?" Kuma finally asked. His voice was quiet, uncertain.

Yami glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. "What? Escaping? Freeing the slaves ?"

Kuma sighed. "All of it."

Yami smirked. "Well, it's not gonna be easy, that's for damn sure. But that's what makes it fun."

Kuma shot him a flat look. "This isn't a game, boss."

"Never said it was," Yami replied, his tone shifting slightly. He stopped walking, turning to face Kuma properly. "Listen, I get it. This feels impossible. But I ain't the kind of guy who backs down just because the odds are stacked against me. If there's even a chance we can pull this off, I'm taking it, plus I'm very confident we can pull this off"

Kuma stared at him for a moment, then let out a breath. "You really don't have any fear, do you?"

"Oh, I do," Yami admitted. "I just tell it to shut the hell up, and fight back."

Kuma couldn't help but chuckle at that. But before he could say anything else, a rustling noise came from ahead.

Both of them tensed.

Then, out of the darkness, someone stumbled into view.

Pink hair.

Pink eyes.

Bruised, panting, and exhausted—it was Ginny.

Her eyes widened when she saw Kuma. "K-Kuma-chi…?"

Kuma's breath caught in his throat.

"Ginny?"

To be continued. . . .

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[AN: meme of the day]