Day Two

[Guu]

Guu woke to searing pain all over her body.

The last thing she could remember was the events after fighting the dragon. Luffy was doing an odd thing, Desco was asking about Furbys…whatever those were.

But before she could fully remember anything other than that, her vision came to focus. Her location looked familiar for some reason, but she wasn’t anywhere near where she remembered herself being…. nor was she anywhere near her friends.

She tried to call out, but even the slightest movement from talking brought her pain down full force. To combat the pain, she tried to focus on anything else. She used what little she could feel to take inventory. Her bag was strapped loosely over her shoulder. Her shield was snug on her arm. It was at this time she noticed the rest of her body was exposed to the cold evening air. Despite the pain, she turned her head up.

Her clothing was mysteriously gone. All that was left of her outfit was her bloomers, which were slightly burnt in their own right. Scorch marks were all over her skin, which explained the agony. She tried to shapeshift some new clothes, but even the light touch of the fabric rubbing against her burns was enough to force her to reel back on that action. Instead, she focused less on her nude form, and more on getting her mind off the pain. That horrible pain. That aching pain. That horrible distracting aching pain.


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Some amount of time passes by. Could have been minutes, could have been hours, all that was true right now to her was the pain she was trying so hard to ignore. She thought about Desco, Gildarts, and Luffy. If they were here, they’d be helping her out by now. Where were they? She tried to call for them.

“De-”

She sputters out a cough at the attempt.

“De-Desco? Luffy? Gildarts?”

No response from anyone. As she had suspected, she was all-alone.

With no allies to aid her, she knew she couldn’t just lie around and wait for her enemies to find her. She attempted to motion to her feet. She screamed a little as every inch of her body was in complete agony, fighting against her actions. Eventually, it took the combined efforts of every clean part of her skin, bulging out and pushing up to get herself into a stable sitting position. She breathed heavily as she takes a small break from the pure anguish.

She stretched out her rear thighs to push herself back onto her feet. Carefully, aching all the way, she practiced moving. She knew she could move despite the pain. She did have that power, and it was getting easier by the minute. She did a wave of her arm, she threw her shield at some trees, she did a few stretch punches, she ran for a little bit. Each time, it hurt so bad, she could feel her eyes well in tears, but she was slowly getting used to the constant agony. Pain was the home turf of her ancestor’s after-all. But even so, she had to fight the temptation to reach for her collar, just to end it all.

Now she knew how the humans must have felt.