A sharp, searing pain tore through Y/N's body, a fire spreading beneath his skin as consciousness flickered in and out like a failing candle. His eyes cracked open—just barely—and for the briefest moment, he saw himself spiraling through the air, weightless yet utterly helpless.
The world blurred past him in streaks of color, darkened skies bleeding into a sea of indistinct shapes. His body refused to respond, limbs limp and uncooperative, pain pulsing through every fiber of his being with each second.
His fingers twitched, as if trying to grasp at something to ground himself, but there was nothing but empty space, nothing but the sensation of his form being wrenched farther and farther from the battlefield.
The pain was suffocating, an unbearable weight pressing against his ribs, stealing the breath from his lungs. He could feel his own heartbeat thudding like war drums in his ears. His vision wavered, the world doubling, then tripling, before fading into nothing but formless shadows.
He wanted to call out, to scream their names—Luffy, Zoro, Nami, everyone—but the words died before they could even form, swallowed by the crushing exhaustion dragging him into the abyss.
Where were they?
Were they safe?
A fractured thought, fragmented and fleeting, flitted across his mind before darkness swallowed him whole.
Y/N had no idea how long he had been drifting in that void—minutes, hours, maybe even days.
Then, something changed. A dull, throbbing awareness crept in, dragging him toward the surface of consciousness. His senses returned in pieces—first, the distant murmur of voices, muffled and distorted like echoes traveling through water. Then, the sharp sting of the wind biting against his torn skin, the ache of bruises blooming beneath his flesh, the dull, constant pressure of the ground beneath him.
Slowly, painfully, he forced his eyes open.
Blurry shapes wavered in his vision, twisting and shifting like phantoms. Silhouettes loomed over him, indistinct and wavering, their voices blending together in a chaotic symphony of concern.
"She's very sick! Look at her wounds—she's bound to die!" a high-pitched voice rang out, laced with urgency and fear.
"Alright, let's bring her to Elder—she'll know what to do!" another voice responded, firm and commanding.
Y/N barely registered the words before strong arms lifted him with an effortless ease, as if he weighed nothing at all. His body, broken, offered no resistance. The warmth of another person's touch seeped through the numbness that had taken hold of him, but it did little to chase away the cold creeping into his bones.
His consciousness wavered again. The voices grew more distant, their urgency fading into the background as the pull of unconsciousness beckoned once more. Y/N's eyelids fluttered, a single, weak breath escaping his lips.
Then, everything faded to black.
…
A dull throbbing pulsed through Y/N's skull as he drifted back into consciousness, his body sluggish and unresponsive. His eyelids felt impossibly heavy.
Slowly, his vision adjusted to the lanterns flickering against stone walls. His surroundings were strange, foreign, but before he could make sense of them, a shock of golden hair filled his blurred vision. Someone was hovering over him, their hands moving with purpose.
As the haze of unconsciousness faded, Y/N's gaze sharpened just in time to realize something that sent his body jolting upright in alarm.
The girl was tugging at his pants.
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Wind Demon (One Piece x Male Reader)
Fanfiction(Y/N) is a wind man, he ate the Kuki-Kuki no mi. He finds himself in a complicated situation but gets rescued by a rubber man with a straw hat in return he joins his pirate group, follow along on the strawhats adventures as they try to find the One...
