Meeting the Straw Hats Pt 8: The Musician

“My my myyyy~!” Brook yelled out in triumph, “What a marvellous idea that was ladies! These old bones have never felt so ALIVE! Even if I’m dead!” He laughed heartily at his own joke while spinning a dildo on his pure white finger. “To think, I could have been possessing bonus apparatus to alleviate my bony complexion! I suppose I truly am the Soul King! Yohohohoho!”

No one responded. The three girls had just been fucked by 52 years of pent up feelings. Even when crying out saying they were dangerously close to concert time, the rock star had just kept ramming into them over and over. They were weak, tired, and plastered with love drunk smiles.

“Anyway!” Brook declared while slapping his knees and standing up, “I’ll leave you to get changed! Concert’s in an hour ladies, let’s make sure they remember it!”

And with that he left their dressing room.

Leaving the three sisters to pick up the shredded remains of their dresses.

“So.” Mila began, reaching down to her pussy to inspect the glowing substance emanating from it. “Did anyone realise he was going to ejaculate soul jizz?”

“Nope. That was a surprise.” Said Rio, also playing with the strange goo for a second before wiping it on her dress remains. “Let me guess, we all dinged?”

“I think so, yeah.” replied Cheyrl with a laugh, rubbing her stomach slightly in a motherly way, “Let’s just hope our kids aren’t half skeletons as well!”

“Or at least less fond of puns as their dad.”

We approached the Sabo Dome as a really fucking huge group. It wasn’t just me, Robin, and the Straw Hats. No, turns out all of the Kuja from Hancock’s ship were Soul King fans too and insisted on coming. So I was leading a parade of some of the most wanted pirates in all the world… towards a music festival.

The dome itself was huge, taking up a huge part of Grove 33. We could only see the cream coloured exterior but there was enough music coming through the walls to at least hear the great Soul King beat. What else took up Grove 33? Well, that was the line to get into the concert. A huge gathering of people were surrounding the dome, either patiently waiting to get inside, or just dancing to whatever beat they could. The entrance was barred by a few burly looking bouncers. It looked like some women were dancing specifically to seduce (as was that one normality I added, whoops) and others were just vibing with Soul King’s tune.

“So what’s the plan, Natsuo?”

I turned back to see the group and blinked as many eyes were apparently resting on me.

“...wuh?”

“This was your idea to come see Brook,” Zoro gruffly reminded me, his one arm around Perona while the other pointed at my chest, “How you gonna get us into the hall?”

“I-I-I-” My stammer was as awkward as my failing brain trying to think of why I suggested this at all. “Ummmm…. We could ask the guards?”

“Genius! I can see why Robin likes you,” clapped Nami sarcastically with a playful smirk, then ushering me forwards, “Go on then.”

I nervously looked around, seeing the majority of the Amazon ladies begin to sway in place from the music being played, including that one giant lady I hadn’t become acquainted with yet. It was their cute attitude that made me attempt to be brave here, turning on my heel and walking towards the bouncer.

His scowl was terrifying, but I stood as bravely as I could towards him, “Scuse me! This group would like to see the concert, they’re the crew of the main singer!”

The bouncer said nothing. Instead just slowly moving his mouth before spitting on the ground in front of me. “Git back in loine. You know ‘ow many ‘crews’ ‘ave troied dat one tonoight, punk?” His trump jutted over to what only could be described as a Soul King cosplay contest. Multiple different styles of skeleton dress up, all looking rather sad that they were stuck in the queue, “Dough you goiys rr da woist ones yet. You ain’t even dressed as im!”

“The Soul King is an old friend, would you please make an exception for us?” said Robin, appearing next to me like a guardian angel. When the burly guard just crossed his arms intimidatingly, Robin was ready to graciously retreat. “Very well. But I should tell you that someone is trying to sneak in over there…” She pointed to a cloaked figure already half way into the door that neither guard noticed, bolting inside as soon as the bouncer saw them.

“OI! GET BACK ‘ERE!” He bellowed before chasing the person down the hall. I was quite confused but Robin used the scene to usher me inside when no one was looking at us. Slipping into the crowd and down the other hallway inside.

The dome was surrounded by a long hallway before you entered the arena itself, full of various side rooms for equipment and the talent. We escaped around the right side of the arena, while the hooded figure had run off down the left, though we weren’t the only people who had entered the establishment.

“Finally, you guys made it,” said Sanji into his cigarette. Passing his lighter to the doctor from the Kuja, Sana, who was standing next to him as he leaned on a random door.

I just blinked, “Wuh?! Why are you here!? And why are we in here, Robin?! I thought I was supposed to get everyone inside?”

She just smiled at me, “Seems the Soul King has captured the rhythm and their feet.”

“The others were enjoying dancing outside with all their ‘partners’,” smirked Sana at my continued bafflement. Lighting up her own cigarette she added, “You should see how stretched thin our Luffy is trying to dance with all 45 Kuja out there.”

“I made a clone and put a hood on her to give us a good distraction to slip inside.”

Sana pointed down the hall, “And the plan is to open the dome and let that music fly for all to hear!”

“...and you guys came up with this in the five seconds it took me to fail to get inside?”

“Yeah, keep up, handsy boy.” growled Sanji, beginning to walk further down the hallway with his back to me, “You still haven’t proved why you’re worthy of Robin-chwan.”

I gulped, beginning to follow along though with a pit of ‘am I worthy?’ tightly impacting my stomach.

“They’re just protective of me,” Robin whispered supportively, then stopping us and calling out to the others further ahead, “We’ll see if we can find the controls in this direction, Mr. Cook!”

It was hard to tell, but Sanji seemed to sigh a little before turning around with a heart in his eye, “Yes! Take care Robin-Chwan!” His heart poofing out of existence as the eye scowled at me, “You. Take care of Robin-Chwan!”

Mentally I kicked myself for saluting at the order like I had when Dragon commanded me. It wasn’t that good of a feeling, but Sanji seemed satisfied enough to walk off with Sana and we began heading in the opposite direction. As we began to pass the main entrance to the hall itself, Robin seemed to, as usual, sense my strife. “Well? Are you going to take care of me?” She purred, leaning her body slightly into mine before suddenly peeling away and disappearing into a crowd of dancing bystanders.

I still couldn’t believe someone as pretty as her was playfully teasing some loser like me, but I wasn’t the kinda guy to look a gift horse in the mouth either.

Following her into the crowd, I could finally hear the music of the Soul King properly. It was one of his tracks I wasn’t as fond of, a grungy title named ‘Gecko Bastard’, but it was still a good piece of music and amazing to hear live. So many men and women were dancing their hearts out around me with the rock beat keeping their feet moving hard and fast. It was tricky to get in through them but every so often I could see the man in a skeleton costume singing his lungs out on stage, and it was magical.

Though my enjoyment was ripped asunder when I bumped into a random girl.

She wasn’t someone I knew, nor probably ever would, but there was one thing that stood out pretty defiantly: her underwear. AKA: the consequences to my actions. This pretty blue haired girl with lovely breasts and a bouncy butt was dancing without a care in the world, even though a day ago I could guess that going out in just black lacy underwear would be a big no-no. Especially ones that had very clear jizz marks staining them by some perverted painter…

Look. It was hot, no doubt about it. And I don’t wanna come across as some whiny crybaby. But this was MY fault. MY earrings making her into this. What the hell else was I supposed to feel but guilt?

“Wrong woman, wanna try again?” Robin suddenly purred into my ear, wrapping her arms around my stomach and swaying slightly with me, “Who knew you’d be a fan of Brook? I have to admit, I prefer his violin ballads he used to awake us with on long journeys, but this has a certain quality that makes me want to… dance.”

The archaeologist spun around me to continue swaying in our little spot. Her hands now around my neck while I slinked mine around her tight waist.

But when I looked away from her, her bout of fun stopped in its tracks, “What’s wrong? You’ve had a long face all day…”

My face tried to turn away, but both her worried eyes and an errant hand pushed me back towards her, “I dunno…” I sighed, clearly not a good enough answer for her, “I just… you ever think you’ve messed up so much the whole world is paying the price?”

Her worry momentarily turned to hurt, as if I was digging up something I regret even looking at, but as usual she composed herself well. “It’s not a foreign concept to me, but it’s a horrible mentality to have, Natsuo.” She spoke calmly, even amongst all the noisy music and dancing, “I won’t pry as to why you think that, but please try not to burden yourself so heavily, okay?”

Having Robin care like this for me somehow only made the pain worse. I knew I cheated to get someone like her, but it was so hard to try and let her go now that she did like me. My forehead landed on her tall shoulder and we danced together more to the ‘No Accompaniment Blues’ song. “Natsuo, I will say this to you. If you ever think that you’ve taken too much from the world; try giving back a little. Occasionally helping those in need is how I made it through the long years under Crocodile.”

Hmm, okay, yeah. I can do that… but how?

“You know, it’s funny.” She continued, grinding herself into me a little more suddenly, “I really did love dancing for you on our little boat. If you stayed, maybe I could dance for you more often like that?”

Oh yeah, the dancing normality… the one about girls dancing for guys they like. Somehow feeling like a damned year ago that I said that to Robin...

An idea sprouted in my mind. A way to give back to the poor woman who was now dancing around in her underwear because of me. Maybe I’d made the world sexier, and that wasn’t THAT evil (plus I can’t undo anything without mass killing all the new babies I’ve made), but in the process it was also made a little misogynistically… I should give the ladies some power again. Maybe that’ll start the process of healing for me.

“I’d like that,” I danced with her back a little, sharing in her radiant smile, “us guys normally get really horny yet enraptured when a girl dances specifically for us.”

“N-Nami… what are you doing?”

The scene outside the dome was shifting quite supremely. What had once been couples dancing near those trying to get in, was now a growing number of girls using their targeted hip thrusts to make those they were dancing for feel… enraptured.

Usopp was drooling quite extensively at Nami’s twerking. Her thick clapping ass cheeks practically munching on the thong between them, all while her minxful smile looked back at her boyfriend and his growing cock. “Oh, just dancing to Brook’s music like old times. You like it?”

She wasn’t the only one emboldened and focused on their prize, as Perona practically swam through the air with her ghostly abilities, keeping Zoro’s one eye trained on her. “Horororo, that look on your face is priceless!” She giggled, disappearing into the ground to rise up between his legs and rub him ever-so-gently along his cock. He winced a little, but kept trying to watch the pinkette’s dancing while she shook for him.

“Luffy! Please watch me!”

“Dance with me Hancock!”

There was no winning with him. The warlord knew that when it came to dancing, for some reason, Luffy was just not interested in watching others. As soon as she, or any of the other Kuja, tried to enrapture the boy with their bodies he would jump up, grab their hands, and start spinning around with them as happy as can be. It was hard to stay mad at his happiness, though Hancock was a little annoyed at seeing the other two crew members out here dropping their pants to let their girlfriends blow them.

The reindeer was at least also just vibing while being pet by Marguerite. Though his attention was shaken briefly when Sandersonia began to dance in her snake form before Luffy stopped her. Perhaps Chopper had an animalistic side to him after all?

“The controls for the dome must be in there,” said Sanji as he and Sana arrived at a door labelled ‘Computer Room’, which made the chef frown. “Too bad Franky stayed on the Sunny. You any good with tech stuff? Otherwise I’m just gonna break things.”

“Hm, cute looking guy.”

The pair spun around, expecting a bouncer to have found them but instead coming face to face with a pretty looking stranger with short curly blonde hair, a pure white tube top leaving as little to the imagination as her tiny blue booty shorts did. She was the only one in the long corridor with them, yet her invasion into Sanji’s personal space would make you guess otherwise.

“Went looking for the bathroom, found a premium looking dude to dance for,” The blonde smiled, beginning to shimmy her shoulders a little and making Sanji blink in confusion as she studied him up and down, “I wonder if he fucks good though?”

“Eh?”

“Yeah, he’s good.” The Amazon’s doctor nodded, finishing her cigarette with a smirk, “I only gave him a titfuck, but he’s a pro chef and a tough fighter. So nice sensitive expert hands for roaming yer ladies, then got the lower power to satisfy the rest of ya.”

“Ehhhh?!”

His tie suddenly grabbed, Sanji was walked off like a pet towards the nearest corner with the blonde. Not really realising that he was about to lose his virginity at a Brook concert…

Sana smiled at the pair, quickly sneaking into the room and flipping the appropriate switches. She wasn’t exactly an expert but she knew that Sanji breaking the controls wouldn’t have been any fun at all. The dome began to open, the music laid bare for the whole of Sabaody to hear… and Sana just walked off to see if Sanji wanted a threeway.

“Yohoho! We seem to have a grander audience!” Laughed the main star of the event, watching as the dome opened and hearing the roar of the outside crowd. The long bubbly trees of Sabaody glistening in the moonlight, “What a wonderful image for my big announcement!” He beamed, though making some in the crowd look at him a little worriedly. Bony finger tapped against the microphone, and Brook ‘cleared his throat’ for the crowd’s attention, “Everyone please, listen to this old soul one last time.”

It was certainly getting quieter, though some were still trying to dance towards Brook to ‘enrapture’ a star like him.

“A lovely attempt all you beautiful women out there! But I’m afraid I have no eyes to enrapture! Yohoho!” He laughed a laugh that washed over the crowd and cleaned them of their worries, “It has been so marvellous performing for you all! Part of me wishes to do it forever! …but alas, this will be my final song as Soul King Brook for quite some time.”

Gasps, shock, already tears forming. The crowd’s worries came back in full **** as they tried to process Brook’s news.

“I understand. Music brings us all together, and I am sorry you’ll have to do without me for a time. But just because one musician must go on a different journey, does not mean yours ends with my departure! There are so many other bands to enjoy! Leeama, The Frontstreet Boys, Uta, even The Mermaid Cafe close to here! Music will always live on far beyond when we are all skeletons!”

The crowd wasn’t buying it, chanting various variations of: “We want you!” “Don’t give up!” “Soul King!”

“I won’t let you quit!”

The focus shifted to the pair that had just walked up on stage, holding a gun towards a cool looking Brook. Though the crowd was very fearful of the two Celestial Dragons walking up towards their idol.

“I lost a **** today and those damn Marines are too busy humping each other to DO anything about it! I won’t lose an investment like you as well!” The man growled. Joined by Brook’s long armed managers behind him, also holding guns towards the skeleton. “You’re going to come with me and we’ll make you sing until you bleed a new record every damn day!”

Everyone was panicking, and trying to evacuate the further back groups… but all that changed when a single chord was strummed on a shark themed guitar.

“I’m afraid to tell you, as a skeleton… I don’t bleed.”

Awe and shock from almost every last member of the crowd. The last person to have stood up to a Celestial Dragon like that had been…

“Hmph! You’re just like that dead fool, Straw Hat Luffy!” The woman’s nasally voice sneered, “He attacked one of us and you know what happened to him!”

The strum repeated, turning into a little beat as Brook plucked his guitar for the world.

“Luffy? Dead? What a ridiculous notion. I’ll tell you all right now, Straw Hat Luffy is alive!”

Sound of drums joined in, then the bass, the singers, and everyone stopped evacuating the area to start rushing back in for the encore of a lifetime.

“He’ll be King of the Oceans one day! A calm quiet departure doesn’t befit him at all! Oh Baby!”

Chaos everywhere.

Lights bearing down on the 90 year old singer.

The Celestials were yelling to stop, the crowd was begging for more, and at the centre was a grand musician playing his final soul to the audience he loved.

“Here we go! THE NEW WORLD!”

BANG

The music stopped only briefly. Brook’s surprise at seeing someone he loved after two years of being without him. The bullet recoiled back after hitting a wall of rubber, twanging back into a nearby wall, harming no one but ego. A red eye, a surge of power, and suddenly the group of Celestials and Managers collapsed to the floor, along with some of the front row.

Monkey D. Luffy stood in front of the crowd.

Maybe he was a feared pirate now. Maybe he shouldn’t be interrupting something like this…

But all he had to do was yell one phrase to be the most joyous boy in the room.

“LET’S PARTY!”

“Holy shit!” I asked over the loud noise of roaring applause, “What’s happening out there?!”

“Seems Luffy saved the day and stopped the Celestials, and everyone’s enjoying Brook’s final song,” said Robin into my ear. Even after busting a nut inside of her she was still dragging me back into the broom cupboard we’d emerged from, “Which means there isn’t much time left, so get back in here, Mister. I’m not done dancing for you yet…”

"Yes ma'am!"