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There once was a time when he was free. He would be able to do whatever he pleases, soar into the sky, moving at a speed that was unimaginable, he could roam wherever, meet new people, bump into troubles but in the end it would always end at a happy note. Music could be heard in the air, the ground vibrating lightly, unnoticeable to all but him, as if taking part in the celebrations. Laughter could be heard and the smell of food was rich, making him salivate.
It was the way he had lived his life. He doesn't remember how it all started, sometimes it felt like he was always there. He doesn't remember being in the ages other people had been in. As far as he could remember he had always been the same. Average height, 5'6 and lanky. He couldn't think of a single moment where he was not like that unless one could count moments when he willingly changed his appearance. He could not place someone looking after him. He had just always been there.
There was also the thing where sometimes he could just be revisiting old places and somehow it was vastly different from the last time he had been there. The people were also different. The friendships he had cultivated were gone and in its place new, unknown faces were present.
He never gave it a mind, just continuing on as he always did with a smile.
Then came the days of darkness. The laughter which once filled the air drowned in the cries of desperation, sorrow and grief. Blood spilled on the ground which was meant to create. Death plagued the land and in the end history was erased, the people he knew and loved were erased and destruction took its roots in the world, slowly growing.
He didn't know what was going on, his consciousness barely there. He travelled far and wide. This was the case for a very long time and bit by bit he could feel his energy and power returning. By the time he met this man, red haired with a scar on one of his eyes, he had returned to a state where he was of a low power. It was then he realised that he had turned himself into a devil fruit when he was unconscious.
From there he travelled again, now in a container. While he was gaining his energy again, something he had not thought of occurred. Somebody had the audacity to bite him and eat him. He travelled through the disgusting pathway, enzymes coating him as he dissolved into the person's body, diluting himself in the person and letting himself become a part of them.
He watched the person's body stretch as the red haired man caught the person's hand. A small smirk played on his lips as he settled himself in the person's heart. Maybe he could have a friend again and take his revenge. Maybe. Just maybe.