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Cherry arc (pt.1 & 2)

Little Garden arc

Drum Island arc

Alabasta arc

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Blue seas and clear skies, an adventure awaits.

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Do you think I could've had a future?

My grades were just passing, my will to live was.. enough, to keep me alive and I was keeling over what to do in life.

What a bore, I'm a bore. A normal life, with slightly emotionally traumatic experiences. I wish I was free, being trapped in a glorified jail called school was horrible.

Although, I did learn that I just had free will to walk out, the councillors never liked that. The future in this world was bleak, inequality and the government plagued everything.

So, to say the least, I was kind of glad I at least went out with a bang. Died in my own home, my apartment. Actually, if you ignored how I've got a massive headache now, it was freeing. No more job, no more stress and no more staying up until 3 to finish my biology homework.

I always thought I would die at 18, by suicide and not by gun but this works too. Well, no, this doesn't work. I mean, I didn't want to die but I meant the way that the prediction came true. I just thought I'd be a little less caught off guard?

Apart from this "tragic" death, I don't think it was that big of a deal. My body felt feather light, my worries slipped and the last few seconds of my consciousness played out.

Do you have any ibuprofen? I got a headache.

Maybe it was too late to ask for one but, it's not like I could really ask in the state I'm in. You know how they say you see your life flash before your eyes as you die? I guess it wasn't so false as things I forgot came back to me.

My family, my friends, my first times, my love for manga and comics, my interests and the things I loved.

Was it wrong that my last thought was one piece?

I never got to finish One Piece! Crap!!!

Yep. I died before I knew the end to One Piece, that was one of the things that changed my life and I swore I'd finish it.. until I didn't because I'm dead(?)

Maybe the feeling of being so light or maybe the darkness that overcame my vision was bothering me. I was bored, condemned to have died with a dream of being more free than the winds themselves. My consciousness was still there but it wasn't? It's always so complicated with these things.

However, the weird part of this conscious yet light state of mine was that I could feel everything. The tips of my fingers, the way my face still had definition, the jolt in my joints and the killer headache. This might've been how death felt, I've only lived once so I couldn't really tell you.

The sudden heavy feeling in my chest was back again, like a panic attack. I've rarely had them but I know that feeling all too well, you can't really shake off the feeling after you've had one. I wasn't so.. emotional? I couldn't feel sadness, just the panic in my body. I was cramping up and I was curling into myself, into a little ball.

All of a sudden, the prominent sounds of the sea overwhelmed me. Had I...? No way, it couldn't have been. Rubbing my arms, soothing my shaking body and feeling everything around me, I realize I was somewhere else that slightly resembled my apartment. Looking around, I was alive. Turns out, (probably) surviving a bullet was painful as hell.

In conclusion to my situation, I was so far yet so close to home. The place had my belongings and maybe more but the layout's changed and the house was definitely not mine. The blood— my blood— wasn't spilled anywhere..

Had someone cleaned it up? Saved me? Putting a hand to the back where the gushing wound would've been, I couldn't find any trace of it. This was a frustrating and weird experience, I can't figure anything out!

The knock at the door surprised me; it was probably the robbers coming to get me again to make sure they finished the job. I wasn't dumb, I'm not answering that.. I think.

"Lady Clover!" I wish that was my name, it's a real tragedy that anyone even calls me that; they always forget after once or twice of saying it. Staying silent, I take a frying pan from the kitchen and put my ear up to the door.

The knock persisted, the man was starting to get annoyed.

"Come out Lady Clover, we've got news about your parents." My body stiffens, that's when I realized that I had an extra feeling in my ass crack. It's a crass way to describe it but holy crap was it there! It felt like an arm without a hand, it wasn't normal and I'm scared!

"U-uh right, coming!" I can't forget about the people, I can always find out more about what's going on with my body later. I open the door to see a handsome guard, he was beautiful.. like one of those Korean models you'd see online.

"Lady Clover, so glad you answered!" He got off the horse, looking at my confused yet tired expression. Though, his confusion spiked up too, at least I hope it was confusion he was expressing.

"What happened to your.." He points to his own head, referring mine so he doesn't have to point at me. I hope he was referring to my bullet wound, if it was even there. I tilt my head a bit, not knowing what he meant.

"Cosplay." I muttered before I could think, it wasn't easy holding back my tongue. The first excuse I thought of was cosplay, it was better to lie than tell him what happened with the bullet wound.

"Right, so, what were you here for?" I look everywhere but at him, I want to use this opportunity to look around.

"Unfortunate news, my lady, it seems that pirates came by and attacked the village. Your parents didn't make it." He bowed to me, expressing his apologies. Wait, pirates? I didn't know what he meant by pirates, isn't it the 21st century?

"My parents are dead!? You can't be serious, you gotta be kidding me!" The thought of my parents.. dead, not a pretty thought. I hope I can attend their funeral, it was the least that I could do after they gave me everything.

"No one is kidding. Sorry for your loss." He could see that my expression was saddened, it was clear I really felt it when he gave me the news.

I hear him out, he said he'd give me a few things. We stand there for a second before he moves, it was like he expected me to say something.

"Oh— right!" He awkwardly reaches for his satchel bag, pulling a letter, a book and a key out. Oddly cryptic but alright, I didn't know my parents owned any of these things. The book was leather, old and had Sombra and Natalie engraved on the side.. hold a second, those aren't my parents' names. I kept on the saddened expression, it was a tragedy but it wasn't about my parents.

"Here you go, the last thing of Mr and Mrs R."

"Thank you.." I pause for a moment. "What's your name?" I wanted to know his name, it's the least he could do when he came here.

"Djarvis." His name is funny, he doesn't look like a Djarvis so you can see why it amused me a little. I swear to not laugh though, I held it back as I took a deep breath. Hopefully he passes off the sigh as a sad one.

"Thank you, Djarvis." I bow my head lightly, dismissing Djarvis as I open up the leather book. It was a little dusty and it was crinkly, the book was an album.. full of pictures of people who I didn't recognize. These were my parents? No way, I must be on acid.

I look up again, seeing the knight back on his horse, he was getting ready to set off now. I give a little wave, closing the door afterwards.

As soon as I was left to my own devices, I go back into the house as I feel around again. I didn't forget about the new appendages, no. I was trying to hide my tail the entire time. It wasn't easy especially since I noticed and kept moving it around, is this how men feel with their... uh, probably not. I don't think theirs has as much feeling as I do in the tail I now had.

I bring it closer to me, inspecting it. I was glad it was red, it had little black bands around the tip though. If it was flesh coloured, I'm pretty sure I'd be really disturbed by it. Anything flesh coloured and flesh textured deeply disturbs me, if you couldn't tell. Also, the tail's base was in fact not in my crack, it was above it which I'm happy about.

I guess the bathroom's next, I might want to check my appearance if it really meant I've got a few extra limbs on me. I head there, the house was oddly traditional, was it just me or does it look authentic too? As soon as I get some light— which was provided with a small glass lamp— I see that I'm different in so many ways. My hair was long again, my eyes were red, my ears had little points at the end and I had noticeable horns. Oh, and I was 15, I guess.

I had a second chance at life, I don't think I deserve this.

"You're right, you don't."

The voice nags at the back of my head, as if telling me the truth. I had a hard time believing in anything but this was horrible. It wasn't my voice, it wasn't a bad one either. Kind of high and definitely a guy's voice. I couldn't put my finger on it but I know I've heard it somewhere..

I move on from that, it was a fluke, I was imagining things and I refuse to believe anything else.

So, I focus back on my horns. I touch the tips and fiddle around by knocking on it. I wonder if these are more like antlers or just horns, will I grow and shed these or will they just keep growing? The biology of a demon is so interesting..

I stop touching myself— I wasn't touching in an inappropriate way, dirty minded people— and I was back to figuring out what's happening.

So, clearly, I was a demon. A species which were considered supernatural; this meant there's other races sort of similar to the human one. I hope, I really don't want to be the quirky one amongst them all.

I swipe the letter and album from the side table before flopping down onto the couch. First up, the letter was opened. It was made from parchment and had a wax seal, definitely very medieval.

Shuffling the fragile paper out of the envelope, I could see words appearing now. I've never really felt paper like this, it was very fragile.

My eyes scanned over the letter's words, the font was diabolically fancy, wow. It was definitely some old and rich geezer who wrote this.

"Dear Clover,

Have you been doing well? I hope so, it'd be a shame if you weren't. I know I'll be dead when I give this, you know how life goes. I wish I could see your eyes once more and your shining smile, I miss you.

As you may well be aware, if the business deal went well, I might be serving directly under the shogun. Isn't that so great?

No matter, that isn't what I'm writing this to you for. The fortune I've left was all in the volt, under the house, use the key. I'm not allowed to divulge the contents in case of the theft of this letter. Happy livings, my dear lucky Clover, Your father, Sombra, Lots of love."

A lot to unpack in this, where should I start? My brain is overloading with information, this is kind of boring. I thought I'd be living a good second life, not solve a mystery..

Well, what a bore. I thought adventure would be awaiting me here. With a sigh, I slip the letter onto the table before I open the album. Pictures, pictures.. all of my "parents" and of me, it wasn't me.

Notes littered the few pages at the end, a folded picture with my parents and half a man. It wasn't until I unfolded the picture did I understand what it was, a picture with Roger? Seriously?

OH. My expression drops as I realize what this was. The demon features, Sombra, Natalie, the eerily familiar traditional Chinese house.. it made sense now, I was in One Piece.

I had a faint idea of what I wanted myself to be like and the dream life I wanted to live— when I was 15, but that's besides the point— I guess this is what I've envisioned in my pre-mature mind.

I had no guidance but my own wits, knowing the future of this world is a good thing, right? Ah man.. I haven't really went past Wano so that'll definitely be a while before I'm truly clueless.

I don't know where to start. If I'm useless when the time comes to join the straw hats, I'll be really disappointed in myself. I can't let down my idols, I gotta be stronger.

"You're going to be dead weight to them."

There it is again!! I was just thinking something negative again and the voice was back!

"What the hell- Come out you little worm, I didn't just die for you to taunt me!" I sit up on the couch, alarmed. It can't be my own imagination now, I heard that voice loud and clear.

I slip the letter between the album cover and the album, putting it beside me. I was so mad, why is there a man taunting me now!? If this is like a narrator, I'd kill myself if it was. The implication that he'll haunt me everywhere is crazy work.

Still, no answer from him. Yet.

"Oh man, I'm soooo useless...." I adjust myself, sitting criss-cross and rocking lightly. That's when I heard it; a little bit of scuffling in the shadows. I might need to provoke it more..

"I don't deserve to live.." I give a big exasperated sigh as I continue to say sarcastically negative comments about myself. The thing likes it, I think.

"Maybe you should kill yourself then."

I scan over the shadows where I heard it talking. A big shadow sat there. I couldn't see what it looked like but I know it's the size of a small child..

"You're right.. I'll kill myself tomorrow.." I hate saying these things, it makes me sound so emo. Gotta risk it though, I don't really want this little creature to follow me around.

"Why not today? It's not like anybody wants you here-"

Before he could even finish, my tail had him in its grasp. It was a kid; an annoying one with the worst bowl cut I've ever seen.. no wonder he's so cringe, I guess everyone has to go through their awkward phases.

"Oh hell no." I stare at him, bringing him closer. He was scrawny and shorter than me. He's got bright blue eyes with black rings around them, they're odd and look like a husky's eyes. His hair was short, cropped into a bowl cut and had a tint of deep purple.

"Let me go, stupid!!" He started kicking and screaming, that's inconvenient as hell. I cover his mouth, startled by the noises he's making.

"Stop, stop! Oh my days, do you just go stalking people regularly?!" In my opinion, a kid shouldn't be able to do this. Does he not have parents? This is why I never wanted kids. Oh wait, I'm a kid. I hate this.

The muffled screams continued on as he tried to kick me again. This time, he got lucky and managed to make me release him entirely by putting his heel straight into my gut. With a kick and a buck, the kid ran off. Obviously, I was pissed but damn did that hurt!

After taking a second to clutch my stomach and register the pain. I quickly slip on a conveniently placed cloak on the soft couch and burst out through my door, chasing after the brat.

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After an uneventful day of chasing that kid, I was shitting under one a big tree. The leaves were about to fall, I guess autumn was approaching. I have no idea where this island is, I have no idea why I was here and I'm back to being a kid. Can this day get any worse?

"I lost her, she's never going to catch me!" The little boy's voice was right there, he was somewhere near this place. I thought he'd be gone but he ended up circling back on accident and ending up resting at the same tree. Peaking on the side of the tree, I can see that he was there. He wore a big sweater and he was clearly pre-pubescent now that I get a closer look.

Slowly, I approached the kid and get up behind him. Not long after, he realized I was there and stumbled to get up.

"Oh. My. God." I look at him in his entirety and I realize how dumb he looked. A bowl cut and a baby face! I was in a state of confusion but now that I calmed down, I can't help but let out a little chuckle. It wasn't just a little chuckle, I ended up full on laughing at him. Oops.

"Sorry- Sorry!" I wheezed, I can't stop laughing.

"Hey!! Stop laughing at me before I beat you!" His face was flushed, red and embarrassed by my laughing it wasn't his fault he looked like that but damn did the barber do him dirty. I stop for a moment, look at him and continue on. Before I knew it, he took a big stick and whacked me on the head. 

"OW!? What was that for you brat!" I smack him back, I wasn't exactly strong so it didn't do much. Am I seriously going to fight a kid...? Yes. Yes I am and I would do so any day. I start smacking the shit out of this kid, he was hitting me with a stick so it's fair game.

In the end, we both were exhausted. I was on the ground and grovelling while he was next to me just as tired. We were both clearly and untrained, how bothersome. 

"You, he took a huff as he tried to continue his sentence, you suck!" He was scratched up and huffing and he still had the gall to insult me, it's crazy.

"Whatever. I've got things to do." I get up, clearly still pissed. I hate that little kid. I decided to leave him there. This stupid pre-pubescent child can go shove it. I walk home, shifting the tattered cloak and making sure I'm not going to be exposed for being a demon.

While walking down the street, I could see clearly that the village was thriving. It was pretty, the autumn leaves were all sorts of orange, red and yellows. I was walking along the road, I wanted to go 'home' but I was stuck walking on the paths because— stupidly enough— I forgot I'm not well acquainted with this place. Some merchants were passing through, clearly foreigners with big business on the island. 

The horses' galloping and the occasional sound of the carts shifting remind me of ancient times, it's like I went back in time. I might as well have, this place is really close to being in the Edo period. I can't help but notice the clothing style was a mix of traditional and somewhat modern. I like it, I wonder what else is here. 

However, in the midst of admiring this place. I didn't exactly watch where I was stepping. So, with a twisted ankle and a lot of force, I slammed down onto the floor. I was hurt enough from getting whacked so why the hell could I not get a break!?

I look over to see a devil fruit, one of the merchants must've dropped it. It was either something he was selling or something he didn't know he had; I could take it but that might mean trouble, do I really want to risk it?

Before my decision could be made, I just took the fruit and stumbled away. Into the city I go... how intimidating.

As I entered the big walls of the city, I realize just how beautiful the place is. Small family owned businesses and traditional housing were flourishing, surrounding the big Ōoku in the centre. Everything was much more bright and colourful; the vibrant hues of lanterns lit up the red, blues and greens of the city. It was already evening, the night was coming into view. 

I could live with this, it's beautiful. 

I head to a map store, first and foremost. I had to figure out this island and where everything was. Luckily, since I was hooded and battered up, people were assuming I was a foreigner.. which, let be real, I might as well be at the moment. 

No memory from the person who used to inhabit my body, no experience reincarnating in another world and being weak as hell makes me vulnerable and I hate that. After I figure my shit out and get home, I really gotta start training if I ever wanted to join the straw hats.

Coming out of the store, I realize I had absolutely no money.. so I stole the map. I mean, I used to shoplift when I was a kid but the object was never this big. It's nerve wracking, I feel like I'm being watched.

A few blocks away from the map shop, I start trying to figure out the house I would need to go back to. It was near the beach, somewhat isolated from the city.. I wonder why. The house was pretty distinct anyways, the plants were abundant and there were vines growing on the outer walls. 

With a made up mind, a stolen map and devil fruit, I head back to my 'home'. It's nice to be able to have a mini adventure right now, much less boring than doing homework back in my apartment. Now that I really think about it, I guess it wasn't that bad being here.

I was back to the house, staying outside and enjoying the scenery. I took a deep breath, realizing the oddly funky and familiar smell. That was odd, I didn't exactly know that smell by heart but I know I've smelt it before. From walking down the busy sidewalks, from apartments next to mine to smelling it on my self.. all in my past life. As I search for the source of the smell, I find that it came from the plants outside my house.

I look closer at what these are and they're all totally hemp plants! I'm horrified, I didn't think my parents would ever indulge in things like this no matter the universe. Or maybe I was wrong but it's not like kids think about their parents like that..

I'm not exactly sure what to do about this, do I grow and sell these?? Is this the business my dad had with the Shogun? I'm going to sleep on this, hopefully the Shogun doesn't come knocking.

Going into the house, I wonder what else is here. The cold wooden floors were unpleasant to walk on, I wouldn't have to do this if my slippers were dirty. Damn that kid for making me chase him.

Is it me or is the odd feeling I had back again? I turn my head, looking at the kid on the couch. He was in my house again, what a little creep! Other than the fact that he's insanely creepy, he also seems homeless. Did I want to house a kid with me? No, realistically, I absolutely hate kids, but he's following me so I don't think I have much of a choice.

"Why're you here you little creeper?" I flick him on the head, taking the cloak off and taking the key from this morning's delivery off the table. I was going to find out what's in the volt. Since father was a weirdo and has weed plants, I wanna know if he had other things in the safe.

My hunch of a weed stash wasn't correct, he just had a shit ton of cash in there. Guess I was rich, nice.

"I'm here cause I don't have a house. So, I'm taking yours." The kid boldly claimed that my house was his, how ludicrous! I am going to kill that kid, I swear to god. 

"You can't have it, dick. I was willing to share but I'm second guessing myself." I scoff lightly, getting the devil fruit I had and putting it in the safe of money. Shutting the safe again, I put the key in my pocket. 

"If you don't let me stay, I'm telling everyone about your... weird... appearance." I can't believe this is happening, being blackmailed by a kid is so weak of me. I come over to the back of the couch, punching his head.

"Ow! Stop that!" He was getting more and more irritated with my hitting. Holding up his hands to his head, he tries his best to soothe himself. 

"You better not tell anyone or else I'm going to hit you more." I threatened him while steaming mad, we were both annoyed and it was clear that we both had our fair share of issues. 

"Fine! Fine, I won't blackmail you. Stupid." He muttered before he rolled his eyes. He focused back on whatever he had in his lap. I have to admit, I'm a nosy person; so, curiously, I peak over his shoulder to see it's a locket with a woman in the photo. She was hot, I have to admit..

"Who's that?" I elongate my sentence out of boredom, going over and sitting next to him. Honestly, I was going to have to learn a little bit about my roommate or it'll be awkward as hell for the next few years.

"I'm not going to tell you; I don't even know your name." He shuts the locket abruptly, the small snap click of the rusty golden locket ring through the mostly quiet room. He lit a fire, no wonder why it was so warm toned in here.. I wish this moment could be marked down.

"Well it's Clover, what about yours?" I could sink into this couch, my rich parents really made good investments in this building and I could respect that so much. The atmosphere could almost make me forget that I had beef with this kid— key word, almost. He's still annoying in my eyes but.. more in a sibling kind of way?

Our interaction reminds me of my siblings and I's. I can be real mean and they could be annoying as hell, but they knew I could be someone to rely on. I wonder if they considered a good sister..

"Marx.. and you better have been a good sister." He interrupted my thoughts, telling me his name and commenting on what I thought about my relationships with my siblings. I didn't need extra commentary but at least he's hoping I'm a good sister. 

"Can you not do that? It's unnerving when you answer to my thoughts.. especially since they're all the negative ones." I know he probably can't help it but damn does it make him seem weird. I was a hypocrite for that, sincerest apologies to him if he can even read this more positive thought.

"I'll try to stop, I don't wanna hear you pity yourself. But, do be a good sister to me or else I'll kick you in the nuts." 

"Huh- what!? You want me to be your sister?! Where'd this come from, kid?" I didn't expect to be struck with this sudden request, you don't just ask anyone to be your sister. Although, the fact that he can read my doubts and fears straight from my mind sounds like he wants me to prove I'm a good sister? 

"Shut up! Don't call me kid, I'm already 12!" He was so adamant on me being his sister that he straight up ignored any confirmation to my question. That's rude, but alright. 

"You might be the ugliest 12 year old I've ever met." I blurt out. I was reluctant at first but I guess he won't not let me be his sister. It's alright, I've accepted my fate.. he seemed like a nice kid— not really, but I'm just glad he's independent and not whiny.

He pouts and turn away from me, looking at the ground.

"Wha- come on, don't tell me you're going to start crying?" I pat his shoulder gently and tried to comfort him. He was still looking upset with me, oops. I guess that comment did more than I intended it to..

"Hey, hey. I'm sorry, Marx, I didn't think it'd affect you that much.." I try to bring him closer to me, "I was just trying to joke around, I've met uglier kids. At least you're not deformed, right?" I was off to a bad start with the promise of being a good sister, that's probably not good. Though, siblings fight and insult each other so I think this is normal. 

I start feeling defeated when he gave me that nasty side eye of his. He's judging me so hard, I feel like I'm about to combust with his stare alone.

"I'll buy you ice cream?" Every smart kid knows how to exploit an older sibling or a parent; appropriately, Marx definitely knew those sneaky little manipulation tactics. So, he turned around and faced me again. But, this time, he had a fat cheeky grin. How cruel.

"Deal. Don't say it again either or I'll make you buy me two next time." He was so smug, Marx knew damn well he only had to act all upset for a little treat. I have never felt so proud of a kid in my life.

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"You want to learn swordsmanship? I mean, you could train with me but I can't exactly help with swords." I was training by myself when Marx decided it was a good time to ask for this. The past couple of weeks, I've just been strength training and thinking about tactics on how to be good in combat. Sometimes, Marx would come back from whatever shenanigans he's been up to with the other kids just to watch me work out.

"Then spar with me. You're training for combat, right?" I'm not sure how I feel about helping a kid to combat with swords. He's a child, he doesn't need to fight. No one should have to feel the need to fight. Although, I guess this is the world of one piece so I guess it's valid.

"I'll spar with you after each work out, you should join me." I pitch in this suggestion, I'm hoping he's gonna take it. I'm doing bicep exercises, it hurts like hell. Everything's been burning and everything's been improving day by day; at least I was getting better. I was never the sporty type and I definitely didn't train all day, on the regular. 

Marx was in his own corner now, hitting a tree with one of its own branches. He was training with a lot of vigour and I can see that he's clearly into it.

As I kept doing the exercises, a huge ship appeared and came onto the shore next to our home. Pirates? Probably. But, it was too early in the story for me to know what this is about. Turns out, it was baroque works.. I don't want to imagine what kind of business they have here.

Although, it does give me a good idea of where I am; somewhere close to the red line yet close enough to Alabasta..

"Search the town for the fruit and take everything." I watched as they head for my place first, splitting their group up to pillage the town. Running over to Marx, I nudge him to alert him of the situation.

Are they looking for the devil fruit I stole? I hope not, I'd have to go into combat with my aching muscles and I really don't wanna deal with that. Fate seems to be against me because they were. I had to go to the house, hoping they don't break everything. I still want my art to be intact..

"Come on, you wanna train don't you?" Marx said before grabbing my arm to go towards the commotion. I do wanna train but do I really want to involve myself with assassins? I was uncertain, it's a tough situation. However, I dealt with it and I followed along with my little brother.

"Don't break that you asshole!" I yell as I see them trying to break my window. Without thinking, I charged forward and.. bit him..? I know I was training with my arms, but they're so sore my reflex was to use my mouth. 

The man was screaming and trying to shake me off. He had no luck, I was pinning him down and I was keen on making them leave my place. I hope Marx is doing alright, he's alright at fighting so I hope he can get some hits in.

"I fount the fruit!" One of the funny looking men held up the fruit, the key that I had slipped from my ankle and he got it. I was distracted, the guy I was biting hit me straight in the jaw. 

Wincing as I kept my eyes on the devil fruit, I stumbled over to him and grabbed his neck with my tail. I had no idea why they'd do this but damn is it annoying. I manage to get my teeth on this man, drawing a little bit of blood and biting down harder. These were just normal men and, even if I couldn't really use my arms, I was still kicking their asses. 

"Let go you crazy bitch—" He was barely able to talk, his face was going red. I could taste the iron and I could see his face turning red. Eventually, I decided to let go once I'm sure he's passed out.. I hope he's alive, I'd hate to have killed someone, I swear I didn't mean to choke him too hard—

"Clover, focus! He's alive— still got a pulse to him." He struggled as he knocked a man down. I'm glad he's reassuring me, at least his weird ability for reading negative thoughts weren't so bad. Though, the way that Marx is fighting these men does seem a bit like he's done this before. I hope his free time isn't spent harassing people in the town— the good ones at least, I couldn't care less if he knocked out a few bad people.

I had the devil fruit, the key was nowhere to be found. I had no place save to store this big ass strawberry with cat ears, how great! Another man came at me with his grubby hands, I elbowed his side before I searched the men on the floor. How many men were there anyways? We already took out 5, so I can probably guess there's one or two more. 

After a minute of searching, I managed to take back the safe key and a little treat from their wallets (apparently, the billions were payed more berries than I thought. Crocodile has an ethical work environment, who knew.) By the end of this, I was entirely distracted and happy with what I've got off these men.

That was before hearing Marx's muffled voice. A shiver went down my spine, the little money-hungry smile left my face and I was left with a horrible realization. I didn't make sure there were no more men before looting the ones who were down. It's safe to say that, when I turned around, I held my hands up in a sign of defeat.

Marx's feisty expression; his hot tears; the blood coming from his head and his legs; the way that man held him up with the intent to kill was enough to make me stop dead in my tracks. My heart sped up and I could feel the weight of responsibility set in. 

I was a sister and I had to be ready to do anything for Marx.

"Yeah, that's right. Hand over the fruit and the money you monster." He nodded to the table, letting me slowly move as he pressed the blade to my brother's throat. I couldn't move, I was scared and I truly wasn't prepared for the reality of the cruel one piece world to set in..

"I said move it!" He pressed the cold knife harder against Marx's throat. He couldn't stop sobbing, it was a horrible sight.

I move, slowly and hesitantly as I shook in place. I don't want to see Marx die, I don't want to lose him. The worst part of this is, he could read every negative thought that went through my head. I know those tears are because he knows that I don't want to lose him. I know he cares for me as much as I do for him. I know he's just as terrified as I am.

I first put the cash on the table, letting the man relax on Marx's grip before I set down the fruit. As for the second item, I shakily held up the devil fruit and let my nails dig in them. The fruit was soft and mushy, impossible not to get a bit under your nails when you scratch on its surface. So, I put the fruit down. He let Marx go, quickly reaching for the money. 

He was still waving the knife around like a toddler, his moves were sloppier and admittedly less intense than before. His adrenaline seemed to be wearing off as he hesitates with his next moves. I go for a kick at his legs, trying to trip him. 

It worked but the knife plunged itself deep in my hand. It hurts but it's worth it, I'm sure I can handle it. I put Marx to the side, locking him in his room. I went and attacked with feral movements, quickly going for his neck as I used my mouth. I was biting him, hard. His scream was a blood curdling one, I could see my chin and mouth turn red as he started bleeding. 

It's safe to say, I probably killed a guy today. I release as he fell to the ground with blood dripping everywhere. I'm going to detox the house tonight, that's for sure.. I don't even bother taking the berries and the devil fruit, Marx was my main focus.

Safe to say, I suck at bandaging and I needed two gallons of hydrogen peroxide to feel less icky about today. From what I've heard, the village was barely affected from the high concentration of fighters despite the way the village is so peaceful. We were the most affected, it sucked. 

Marx was laying on the couch, sleeping his injuries off as I managed some things. The ton of berri notes I stole were scattered everywhere, I guess it's alright since they're not totally drenched in blood.

With a glance to the side of the room, the devil fruit was still here. It was a stupid looking thing, I never really looked at it closely until recently. A big, giant, orange strawberry with cat ears and an intricate swirl pattern. Seeing a devil fruit in real life was definitely quite the experience.. though, I do wonder what'd happen if I ate it. 

Sure, it's a devil fruit with some sort of zoan cat related power but do I eat it? I heard it was nasty, bitter even. I couldn't swim in the first place so... maybe I could eat it. Taking a small bite, I could feel the slow bitter flavour of the fruit come in like a punch. 

"Gross!" I mumble to myself as I force the bite down. I was disgusted, they weren't kidding when they said it was bad. I swallowed the fruit, I'm tossing the rest away.

Although, it'll be pretty hard to do with my paws. I wasn't surprised, I'm now a cat. I was so small though, am I a kitten? I always wondered how it'd be if I was a cat, I didn't think it'd be this bad though..

I bite the stem of the devil fruit, starting to pull it out the house. I'm going to be stuck like this for a while if I can't figure out how to turn back.. I officially can't swim even more than before.

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The days later were chaos. The unusual amount of people coming to check on Marx and I were concerning, I guess my father was real popular. Luckily, I wasn't there and Marx had the pleasure to tell the people were fine. 

Though, all the concern and worry prompted a whole bunch of free things— and, dare I say, a few (illegal?) drug deals. Apparently, people here use weed like it's nothing. Interesting but totally not weird.

Marx, he was sick and tired of being my speaker. I haven't figured out how to turn back from this cat form, it was complicated. I wonder how Chopper could ever transform so fluently and fast..

On top of being stuck as a tiny cat, I was picked up multiple times in a single day. I'm not saying that I wouldn't pick me up either but I'd be a little more gentle. It's a real bother having kids pick me up like a toy and adults hug me tightly. 

While having a meditation session in my room, I could hear more villagers deliver food to the house. I was deemed sick and Marx had healing legs so they assumed that were not eating enough, it was kind of awesome to get free food. 

I was sitting on the bed with my eyes closed, the lights were off and I was focused on what I felt. What no one told me was how a zoan devil fruit worked, it's a really weird concept and I thought it'd be as simple as just going in and out of the form with no effort.

Turns out, it felt like I had to share a body with an animal. No instincts, of course, but some of the personality of the devil fruit slipped out occasionally. Like the way I yawn, I can't help but notice that I was a little more inclined to stretch my arms forward like an actual cat.

I know damn well the fruits have a will of their own but it's definitely something I didn't expect to experience firsthand.

"Sis, come out, the people brought food again." Marx knocks on the door, this took me out of my little world. I come too and realize I've been at this for a while. As a final attempt at getting back to normal, I do a minute more of meditation. 

I have no idea what I touched or did but I guess something happened to me. I did it! I was back to human, just human this time but, I wasn't complaining at all. Though, since coming here, I feel kind of incomplete without a tail. It's not like I haven't lived without a tail but it certainly feels a little mandatory now..

I happily head to the door and I open it to see Marx. I excitedly beam at him. 

"Look, look! I did it!!" I can see he's finally relieved, his expression was smiling lightly. He put a hand to my shoulder, squeezing it. 

"Never, EVER, make do all the chores again." He squeezed my shoulder even harder, prompting me to try and get him off. I was gonna get an extra feisty Marx for the next few days and I know it..

"Hey, hey... calm down, at least you got a sword, right?" I try to point to the one that's been resting on the couch. We got it off a stingy guy, his shop was small but still pact full of weapons. He didn't want to sell it at first but after a few minutes of bartering, I got it for the lowest price I could. 20 000 was a steal, actually. Clearly, the man wanted as much money as he could extract out of me. He doesn't know quality for shit. But, we don't really either so it's not like we know if it's a good sword or not.

"You mean the sword I got for myself? You barely talked, you made me do all the bartering and talking." He rolls his eyes, releasing my shoulder. I'm willing to never do that again (not like I enjoyed my time as a cat either) but I'm pretty sure I wanna train some of those abilities. 

Marx handed me a small bento box. I gotta thank whoever made this, I'm so grateful for this meal. I don't think I'd be up to cooking immediately after gaining be hands back. 

"Hey, where are the freaky horns and tail? D'you finally decide you don't want to be a monster anymore?" Marx pointed this out as he started eating. I don't think he enjoys my freakiness of being a demon much but it's not like I can change this fact.

"I don't know, I'm still figuring out transformations. Don't rush me, alright?" I flick his head, he didn't have to be so happy about me going back to being normal. To me, being so normal just meant I'm back to being someone with zero freedom. 

If you were to see it as I do, I'm sure you'd understand. The people who were considered normal all stuck to the "standard" of the world, they adhered to the rules; never disappointing and never trying to reach for more. I hate being normal, it's weird.

The house turned comfortably silent. I can't remember when I had a quiet moment like this, since my old life up until now. The city was so loud and the musics were never ending. I can't lie, I like this a lot. Even though it wasn't exactly something I was used to, this was enough for me.

Before I knew it, I was done with my food. I got up, heading to the kitchen to put my dish away. It was going to be a while before I could get Marx back to training with me, hopefully he heals up good. I was pretty much able to go back to training since I got forced into a break, it was a shitty break but my muscles aren't so sore anymore. 

In the clearing next to my house, I was now trying to gauge my new powers while strength training a bit. I learnt a few things: I've got retractable claws, I'm able to hide really well, my reflexes were sharper and I unconsciously did cat-like things— pointed out by Marx. People already used to say I acted like a cat, which I did not, but now I can't even deny it because I'm actually a cat.

So, I had to focus on claws. I don't plan on transforming into a cat much, being so small is more of a hindrance than any help. I still needed to get stronger though, I'm not excited to face enemies stronger than me. Knowing that Luffy is kind of stupid, I should expect for the worst.

"You're pondering." Marx snaps me out, I guess I was pondering. I was so focused that I didn't even realize how many sets I've done, crap. I do have a pretty good idea though, I can feel the burn coming back a little. 

"There's too much to think about.." I sigh as I pick up a few weights. I put them next to Marx, letting him know he's still got to train his arms. Hurting his legs doesn't mean his arms don't work.

"Hey, I've got a question for you. What if— hypothetically— you knew someone from another universe where this world was a show?" I ask out to Marx, hoping I would get a somewhat solid answer. Though, knowing him, he's going to probably question the hell out of me. 

"Oh yeah? Well, I'd probably strangle my future out of them." He was looking at me so deviously. My expression pales as I step back and go back to doing more training. 

"Damn... that's, uh, great." I deadpanned.

"Obviously, I'm kidding. You know I'd never do something like that to my hypothetical friend." This little bastard! He was totally toying with me and he was enjoying it. He knows I was talking  about myself, he just refuses to acknowledge it until I break. What a little devil.. I guess I can't blame him, I like teasing people too.

With a roll of my eyes, I ignored him to get back to work. We're going to have a conversation about this later but today's definitely not the day for that. It's a rough subject, I would hate to spring it up on a random and peaceful day like this one.

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I can't believe time passes so fast, it's crazy work. Like always, with a blink of an eye, a few years had passed. I was 18 now, I was finally back to my own age. The spring on this island was about to end, it's been fun living without school. I'm so free and, to be honest, it's kind of weird without school. Don't get me wrong, I'm loving every minute of being so free, but I'm also so used to schedules that sometimes my body wakes up in a cold sweat in early mornings thinking I'm late to classes.

Today was one of those nights. Except, it was only a nightmare prompting me awake. I rub my eyes, it's one of those nights. It wasn't a great start to the day and I felt totally exhausted. I throw myself out of bed and go to the bathroom. 

All I could do was think about that nightmare. They've been more frequent and they were always about the same thing.

The life I used to live, the things that built me up into who I was today and the ones I loved. I miss the people I used to hang out with. If I could just touch them one last time— see them one last time— it'd be great. I always used to touch people, a hand on their arm or my hand messing up their hair, it told me they were real and they were there.

I know they were real because I could feel them with me.

"This sucks..." I was talking to myself in a low tone, feeling a little heavy from this. Now in the kitchen, I downed the cold water and I sat in uncomfortable silence. I know I said it felt nice to be in a silent environment a few years back, but this wasn't one of those times. 

I wish I had my music, it'd be so much greater than sitting here and overthinking. 

I recovered, I always do. No matter how destructive my emotions get, I can manage to get myself in check. It was good to finally sit down and draw, I've been doing so much work that I couldn't even pick up my pencil.

Working was a lot less stressful than modern times, I just get called in to move things and help around with the more complicated math. I had to keep up with expenses somehow, savings from my dad was supposed to be emergency funds. 

Marx ate so much more than me, it was like he mirrored Luffy in terms of stomach space. Joking, obviously. He was just getting the proper food to keep up his energy. Even if I didn't end up eating as much as him, I still ate a lot. I got so much better in terms of shape, there’s not that many oily things here so it improved my overall diet.

While moving the last few boxes of the stock, I was tasked with putting the things up on the shelves. I hum to myself as I work, I was forcing myself to be optimistic.

A guy came in the store pretty alarmed, the door flung open and the man was going to the counter. I couldn't care less if it's not anything interesting. 

"Pirates are here! Pirates are here!" He shook the cashier and he came to me, attempting to shake me too. I took a step back before putting my hands on his shoulder to get him to calm down. I was particularly hopeful now that this news was here. Though, I do hope the guards don't get to them first.

"Relax, relax. Tell me, what's their ship look like?"  I could feel him stop shaking around, he took a breath and looked at me.

"It's a caravel with a sheep hea-" He was trying to tell me but I ran out of there.

"Be back soon, I’ll see you for my next shift!!" I tell the cashier, who's also the owner, before dashing out of there. I was waiting for this day, I wanted to see it for myself. Even if I don't get to go on their adventures, just meeting them would be a dream come true.

I'm lost. I don't know how I could possibly get lost in my own home island but I did. On top of that, I didn't even get the direction of where the ship was. I was going to end up having to return to home soon or else Marx would be worrying. On top of that, it was way past the point pf doing my work in the store, I'm going to get lectured so bad.

As I was trying to walk back home, I noticed a familiar head of green hair. His tanned skin, his brown eyes and his swords. It was fucking Zoro and he was just as lost as I, what the hell!

I thought he'd at least know where his own ship is, he's dumber than I thought.

"Hey, lady! Mind telling me where I am?" He shouts from afar, looking at me and waving. He was going to come over here and get himself even more lost.

"NO, NO! Stay over there, you're going the direction to get to the city." I quickly jog to him, I don't want to have to run around to get him. With a huff, I slow my pace as I'm walking next to him.

"So, who're you?" He looks indifferent, clearly a bit on edge from the previous island. His aura was so intimidating, he truly lives up to expectations. I made sure to have him at my side and not behind me. 

I smile at him as I answer.

"Clover, nice to meet you. What about you, swordsman? What were you doing in the forest?" It wasn't hard to worm a conversation out of him, even if he was kind of dry at it. I wanna see what I could do to join their crew, I could pull a Robin if I really wanted to though.

"Roronoa Zoro. Got lost trying to find the market, that's all." He was certainly not the friendliest. His tone is filled with alert and he was side eyeing me. How could I possibly know he was side eyeing me? Well, because I was staring.

I don't know if I'm being too bold but I'm definitely taking peeks at his chest and behind, he's caked up on both sides, can you really blame me? I hum as a response, making sure to lead him to my house first. It's the easiest way to get into the city from the forest anyways, I hope he doesn't mind. 

You've gotta be kidding me. The first thing I see at my house, close to the beach, was the merry. I can't help but be grateful for that but I'm pretty sure Luffy is harassing Marx at this very moment. I pick up the pace, hoping Zoro can walk by himself. I was just lightly sprinting over to the house, Marx is very feisty so I'm hoping he isn't trying to kill one of them.

Soon enough, I open the door to my house and see that Marx is arguing with Nami and trying to pry Luffy away from the fridge. Very chaotic, not like I didn't expect this though.

"What the hell is going on here!?" I interrupt their conversations, making Nami and Vivi look over at me. Marx didn't even look over, how rude! He doesn't care for his dear sister and I'm offended. However, enough of that, I had the people to sort out and a lost swordsman outside.

"Get away from my fridge, it doesn't even have that much food." I smack the silly man's hands and I make sure they retract back before stopping. I was trying to keep him away from the fridge because I've mainly been experimenting with edibles for my dad's drug empire. I still haven't actually established if this business was legal or not even after all these years, I'd rather keep it on the down low. If Luffy ever got his hands on the contents in the fridge.. well, I'm afraid we're going to die trying to feed him. "As for you, Marx, stop harassing the pretty lady!" 

"Shut up, she's the one who started searching for the vault key as soon as I invited her in!" I sigh, I can't blame him for being so on edge. He's always so alert, it was smart but annoying sometimes.

"So they're guests? Well, great, have a seat while I talk with Marx." I roll my eyes at his words and I shuffle him out by pushing him to the outside. I was going to let Nami, Luffy and Vivi rest since it's going to be totally loaded when I come back.

"Hey Pirate Hunter, you didn't get again lost did you?" I look at Zoro just coming back from the other side of the house. Looks like he went around the island, how impressive.

"Of course I didn't." He clearly didn't like my statement, at least Marx thought it was funny though. "Don't laugh at me!" He grumbled even more before stepping over and raising his fists.

"Don't touch my brother. Please go to my house, I'm sorry about his rudeness." I point to the building. I wasn't going to let him touch Marx, it was annoying how he thought he could. He calmed down, glaring daggers at my brother before complying with my request.

"Back to you, you little shit. You've got a lot of nerve letting strangers in the house." No matter how cool and awesomely powerful those strangers may be, you don't invite them in even when they seem so alluring.. I was trying to be responsible here!

"But you draw them all the time, they're all over your sketchbooks!" I freeze up, blushing of embarrassment. He saw through my sketchbooks, he's so dead! I was pissed and he knew it. 

"When the hell did you even look at my sketchbooks?!" I yell before he went into the house, giggling. He was fucking giggling.

I take a breath, trying to calm down for the sake of the guests. He was about to get a beating after this. As I go into the house, back to the table. I could see Marx locking himself in his room. I was going to have to talk to him in private later on...

Now, back to our guests. They seem to have a good discussion, I hope they didn't feed Luffy anything, nothing in this house is Luffy-safe or child-safe...

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"Welcome to my house, sorry for my brother's behaviour. He's a bit of a handful.. I'm Clover, nice to meet you all." I try to put on my best friendly face, it was hard to do so when I'm trying to not geek out. I was apologizing for his behaviour again, one of us needed manners around here.

Since they'd arrived earlier in the day, it must mean the others are coming back from shopping sooner or later. The log would reset in 4 days so hopefully I manage to get myself a spot on their crew.

"Right..." Vivi looked around. She seemed uncomfortable and worried about something, I really hope I didn't make things awkward. "When does the log reset? We're kind of in a hurry.." 

"4 days. Can I get some names or would I just have to call you by appearance...? Fair warning, I'm harsh when I describe people." I was hoping to lighten the situation. I do realize that Vivi wasn't even worried about me, she was worried about her country. I always had to think about this as a show.. I guess I never realized how heavy knowing war was about to happen must be.

"Mh. I'm Nami, the crew's navigator, Zoro's the swordsman, Vivi is just travelling with and Luffy's the- where is he?" I couldn't help but think it's a little too quiet now. If Luffy's around and no noise was occurring, we should be worried.

"That idiot! He went off on his own!" She deadpanned. I'm not sure what they were supposed to do, this was the only thing that's genuinely not scripted into the show. Though, by the sounds of it, they were supposed to stay low. Oh.

Unsurprisingly, the idiots ruined it all. Usopp and Sanji were shopping, the rest of the crew was here at the house and Luffy was doing whatever he wanted. It's alright, it's totally fine!

"You guys are welcome to haul him back here if you want, I'll let you stay since I don't use the house much. Marx is going to be here too, but he trains all day. Also, do not eat the candy." I offer up the place as I let them figure out the Luffy problem. For now, I had to talk with Marx. Properly and so he knows. 

He's a 15 year old boy, he's responsible enough to know. A little more violent and harsh because of the hormones but he's still a lot more mature than before.. I hope. I want to get this off my chest so he knows I'd have to leave.. by stowing away or by asking to join the straw hats.

"Marx." I open his door, standing there. "I'm not going to beat you up— yet— but we gotta talk." 

I guess I interrupted something, he was checking out his appearance— specifically his hair— in the mirror. He's been a lot more nit-picky about how his hair is done lately, I don't mind since I get to braid hair. His raven hair had grown long; he wore them in twin braids; his stature was much bigger than before; and he was much more manly now. 

Damn, I didn't know living with a girl would have that much of an effect on you.

"Did I interrupt something?" I close the door behind me, letting him register the fact that I wasn't going anywhere until the conversation was done.

"Absolutely nothing, no. If you want something, be quick." His attitude is beyond bad, nothings changed and he's just as stubborn as ever. 

"Don't get your panties in a twist, I'm just here because I wanna talk." I pause as he leaned back in his chair, letting me continue on. "I want to be a pirate with the guys outside."

"You know I've drawn them for a bit now, it's cause I know their future. 3 whole years in the future, even." I don't have a way to sugar coat this, it's gotta be blunt or else I'll be avoiding the subject forever. "Uh.. what I'm saying is, do you want me to go..?"

"Is that why you asked me about the "friend" who knows the future; It's you isn't it? Why're you telling me this, sis. Go if you want, it's not like I'll stop you. If anything, it just means I get to have time to catch up to you." He smirked, he knows damn well how he's going to go about this with the new information he has and I'm not liking it. The teasing he's going to put me through these 4 days is going to be hell.

"First, how the hell do you remember that— not that it actually matters I guess. Second, you’re not going to catch up to me, you know that." I roll my eyes at his smirk, he's too smug for me. "I think they're cooking here tonight, you should eat. Sanji makes the best food, you'll love it." I stood up and I almost left before turning around.

"Right, I forgot. When did you get to see my sketchbook?" I crack my knuckles, about to beat his ass for looking where he isn't supposed to.

"Luffy, sit down!" Sanji kicked him on the head, stopping him from grabbing the food. He looked over to see me coming out of Marx's room and immediately began his fawning. "Oh, sweet beautiful lady~!" He had heart eyes in a heartbeat, how cute. His hands were to his chest and he paused his cooking for a moment.

"Hi, you're the cook of the crew? I'm Clover." I go over and look at the stuff he's making. My mouth was watering, the thought of eating his cooking was great but actually getting to experience it was a dream come true. 

"An elegant name for an elegant lady, how dreamy..." I'm starting to think my house is a hazard for these people. Seeing Sanji smoke as he made the food was great and all but I think I'll make the crew go crazy. The thought of Sanji smoking the wrong pack and the thought of Luffy eating a scary amount of edibles was a genuine concern. It's not my fault I have a business to run and money to make.

"Mhm, I'm sure. Hey, fair warning, don't smoke anything you find in the house and do not let Luffy eat any of the candy in the fridge." I was expressing worries, he should heed the advice I gave. If he doesn't listen then I'm not actually sure what I can do other than knocking Luffy out.

"I see you've met my captain? Go sit at the table, I'll have more food ready, lucky Clover." I nod lightly, taking the nickname. Slightly nostalgic yet still so lovely, how sweet of him.

Heading to the table, I sit down and I look at everything already served. Fried rice, smoked colourful fish, crab, lobster and so much more. It's mostly seafood but I'm not complaining!

I try to get myself a plate, swatting Luffy's hand away as I piled it up. I figured the best method for this, eat quickly and don't hog! It was hard to get anything in your stomach if you don't just keep eating everything you get your hands on. 

Eating was going to be a challenge itself, Luffy kept stealing stuff from people. I was enjoying myself, I'm just happy to be here. The crew was so lively, they talked and they ate like nothing mattered. God damn.

I already told Marx to come out, he's so missing out on this amazing cooking. On top of that, I can guarantee that he can smell it all. Just the aroma can make you hungry, Sanji's cooking was no joke!

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Eventually, he did come out and his eyes widened. The mess, oh god, the mess! It was a lot to process. Long nose's outlandish stories, lies; orange lady's casual conversation with someone (clearly) part of some royalty; straw hat boy's stretched hands reaching for food on other's plates; the swordsman on his 5th bottle of sake (he'd have to have a conversation with him later); the cook keeping up with every request and his sister stuffing her face with the happiest expression he's ever seen.

He was glad his sister was having fun and he understood why she'd feel drawn in by this crowd. It was lively, never dull and clearly had such clear dynamics. He can't tell who's the captain, it was more of a friend group than pirates. 

In his eyes, the people aren't that trustworthy. The orange girl, who was definitely trying weasel the location of the safe key out of Clover, was one of the more shifty ones. He knew a thief when he saw one, Clover did have a phase like that after all.

Since he sat down next to his sister, he took a piece of the lobster tail and started inspecting it. He had to be careful; the mess was already a nightmare, the food was a stranger's cooking and making more things dirty irks him.

Getting nudged by his sister, she smiled at him. Clover's smile was always so genuine, her expressions were animated to the point where you could see what she was thinking.

"Come on, eat! His cooking's the best." All she did was repeat herself. He doubted the food could be that good. Though, if his sister is drooling for this and she trust him completely then.. it wouldn't hurt to try. 

Taking a bite of the food, he could only notice how well it was made. The spiciness of the sauce complimented the richness of the lobster. He loved it, the cooking was absolutely divine.

"Mmh! This is so good!" Marx puts his hand on his mouth, enjoying every bite as he talked with Clover. She knew her stuff and she was super right about the cook's abilities.

He was chewing his food quietly, not making conversation was easy. Though, what was not so easy was the fact the rubber boy was next to him. Something about the hat and the way the boy carried himself, it was familiar. On top of that, sometimes, the boy would try to converse with him.

He'd ask "why does your hair look like that?" or "can I have some of the candies?"

Obviously, Marx didn't exactly like divulging the fact that they basically own a drug empire. You don't go around telling people this kind of stuff so saying no and giving him a reason was difficult. Though, he did seem to give up after the blunt no he said.

As for why he looked like he did, it was Clover's doing. She was the one who liked doing the hair, he was the one letting her style it. Though, he had to admit, he did kind of like getting his hair played with. She was also the one who keeps pushing him for a daily shower, so much so that it became a habit.

Each time rubber boy asked, he'd give brief answers to appease his questions. It's like he's like a little kid, it's hard to believe that someone like him is captain of the crew— from what he heard anyways. 

After a while of eating, Marx got up to wash his hands. The tables were starting to clear and it was the end of dinner. All the people were full of good food and conversing away without a care. He felt good. Even with the constant pestering of the captain, who desperately wants to befriend him, he eventually managed to tolerate it.

"Wanna see something funny?" Marx giggled deviously, knowing Luffy would agree. He didn't understand how this captain could act so much more immature than him even though Luffy was the older one.

"Sure, funny raven!" A big D smile spread on the man's face, he's too happy for this. 

Marx went over to his sister, tapping her shoulder. As soon as the girl turned around, he whispered something. Knowing it'd get a funny reaction out of her, he made sure to be nice and clear with his intentions.

As he finished his sentence, she put her hand on her face, covering up the blush on her face. It wasn't weird or anything, but the straw hatted boy only had to wait a second before he saw her shrink.

——

What Marx had said was unacceptable, he can't just tell me something so embarrassing..

He knew I sometimes transform when I’m flustered— yes, even with 3 years of having it— and he liked to tease the hell out of me for that very reason. I guess he was banking on it to give Luffy a show. Maybe to impress him or to make me show off for them, it's not like I know what's going on in his fat head.

I feel dread wash over me as I feel Luffy pick me up, bring me to Sanji and ask him how to cook me. Oh dear. 

"I'M NOT FOOD, LET ME GO!!" I whine as I kept thrashing around. At least you couldn't see my blush of embarrassment, so that's a perk. 

To my demise, he handed me to Sanji and the idiot actually took me in his arms. I took a deep breath, he was holding me so gently and I wasn't in danger of Luffy's stomach— I thought I was safe before Sanji touched my nose.

"You're so cute, Clover!" He attempted to nuzzle me closer, forgetting that I was indeed able to transform. From a cat, back to a demon. I don't like this form but it's not like I was going anywhere for these next days. I'll be trying to baby pro— I mean, I'll be trying to Luffy proof my house.

"Don't call me cute." I cross my arms, I'm pretty sure I was weighing him down with the way I held onto his waist with my tail. Not going to lie, his waist was so thin. I was going crazy over these men, they're so hot!!

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"Demon, turn back into a cat! I know you can do it, c'monnnn!" Luffy just couldn't help himself, he really wanted to see me as a cat. I finally got Sanji to let go of me just a moment ago, why can't I catch a break?

"I don't wanna!" I look away, pouting as Luffy pinched my cheek. Well, maybe this was my ticket into the crew, I could somehow trick him into letting me join and I know damn well he won't complain about it. 

"Well.. if I could maybe join your crew then..." I let him piece it together as I side eye him, still feigning my fake annoyance. It was funny seeing him slowly light up. He knows what I want so he'll probably accept easily if it means having an ever growing roster of cool people.

"Then you'll show it to me!?" He smiled even harder, almost blinding me. "Great! You're on the crew now-" Before he could even finish his sentence, a knock from Usopp and Nami came down onto his head. I was feeling the pain for him, being punched by Nami must've been an experience.

"Luffy, we are not letting random strangers on the crew!" Nami had the angry eyes now, she clearly didn't want to let me on without a little more interrogation.

"Yeah, I agree with Nami! We can't just let anyone join, at least interview them!" Usopp nodded along, he always had the most common sense so I guess I should listen to him. Welp, a random interview it is!

"You guys could always do the interview, I wouldn't mind. Plus, I'll be willing to share the vault key.. if I could join, of course." I shrug, looking at Nami with a sneaky side eye. I knew she wanted that key, she'll get it eventually. As for the interview, I really did have no problem with it, it's not like I had anything major to hide.

Hopefully, Nami does take the bait and lets me go just this once. And, maybe, she might go easy on future debts if I do pay up in advance. The crew probably needs the money anyways, Luffy more or less drains the money supply just for food.

"Awww, but why do we have to interview her? Isn't she so awesome?" Luffy was ignoring their requests with a big laugh. No matter what, he always ends up getting his way.. he deserves it though, Luffy's so sunny and sweet that he gets a free pass for having what he wants.

"Yeah, don't you think I'm awesome?" I already had Luffy playing with my tail, he was obviously enjoying himself. I was putting on my best puppy eyes, I want to go with them and it'd be awesome if I managed to score a spot in the crew on the first day. 

"Fine, Luffy, you're the captain so you make the call. As for you, you better behave." Nami, my sweet sweet angel! I'm going to kiss her and worship her for letting me on this crew. I know I sound like Sanji but, since she's one of the only females on the crew for now, she gets all the love I can give. It's tough being in a boy's club, we gotta survive however we can.

"Hold on, I still want an interview to see if I can trust you!" Usopp pointed and suspiciously eyed me. Who, by this point, was picked up by Luffy because I promised to show him my cat form. He was holding me by my two front paws and I was being stretched, it felt good but I genuinely didn't think I'd be so long.

"Do it, pussy." I giggle, I saw Marx talk to Zoro and they looked so cute. I can't help myself, I love my baby brother. As for Usopp, he was going to have to interview me while Luffy is messing around and putting me in weird positions.

"What's your specialty, Clover? Oh uh, my name's Usopp." He had a notepad now? Hopefully he wasn't using one of mi— "Hope you don't mind, I'll be using your notepad for this." I spoke too soon..

"I'm an artist, I do anything related to art— from drawing and painting to body modification like tattoos and piercings." I know for a fact that any one of my notepads and notebooks would have sketches of whatever I'm thinking about that day.. I've mostly been thinking of my family, the straw hats and a few random ideas so it's a 45/45/10 gamble. 

I couldn't even comment or else it would seem suspicious, oh how I hate having to avoid cryptic implications. It's a bother but I'll survive, they're bound to find out the truth sooner or later.

"Mhm, that's great. What about combat?" This is starting to feel like Robin's introduction to the crew: harsh and with a whole lot of bribery. Though, I'm pretty happy to not have the same hostile environment.

"I do hand to hand combat; punches, kicks, scratching, biting, whatever you name, I could probably use it in combat." I hope it's good enough, it'd be a shame if I disappointed the people I looked up to.

"Mhm, mhm." He nodded along, writing his notes— we both know he's not going to be using them. We're literally going to be spending days getting to know each other on the Merry, it's not going to be hard to see and gauge the other person's skills. 

Usopp looked like he was writing more than just what I said, it's taking a scary amount for a few measily notes... I'm praying to god that he isn't making stupid comments on that paper.

­­"So, he started, any secrets?" He thought he was so slick by asking me this. Unlike our beloved Luffy, I'm no dumbass. I sometimes think before I talk. 

"Well, secrets wouldn't be very secret if I just told you, right?" I try my best to put up an unbothered front with a little smile and laugh. I sounded so awkward right now, it was so obvious that I had a secret.. maybe it's time I jumped.

I completely forgot that Marx had the stupid power to read negative thoughts, well that was until he smacked the back of my head. I didn't even hear him coming, I barely managed to figure out what was happening before his hand reached my thick cranium. 

“Are you dumb? Haven't I told you to not think like that?" I rub the back of my head as he stared down at me. Am I intimidated by the 15 year old? Perchance. BUT, can you really blame me? He's too serious for his age, it's weird. Although, I guess I am kind of a hypocrite for saying he's weird.

"Think like what?! Why'd you hit her!" Usopp was confused by this. All he asked was if she had any secrets, why such a drastic reaction? He honestly couldn't believe that her own brother would hit her, he's starting to be grateful his mom didn't give into his request for a sibling.

"It wasn't even that bad, calm down. You're so dramatic, I swear!" I pout at Marx, he's really got the fist of love down. Hitting me in training barely hurt, but as soon as I make one dark joke about killing myself, it's instantly the worst thing I've ever felt.

"Me, dramatic?! You literally ran as soon as you heard that they were here!!" He was getting pissed off at me, what a brat!

"Excuse the fuck out of me!?" I barely got to say the next part before I got interrupted by Marx.

"You're excused." He stuck his tongue out at me. The argument seemed so serious that it got everyone keeping an eye on us as they kept doing their things.

I have bad news for them; it wasn't that serious and it was pretty fun. Not even a second later, I was laughing at his dumb face. Let me tell you, only Nami and Luffy got the fact that we were just joking around. They were also the only ones who grew up with siblings, which is why our little quarrel wasn't part of their worries.

"Is no one going to talk about what the ki- I mean- Marx said?" Usopp was about to call Marx a kid. I'm not sure what he was tripping on but he was definitely not a kid, Marx was only a few years younger than him. Though maybe it's because he was short?

"He read Clover's mind and basically just said she was actively looking for us.. Lady, just who are you? Are you working for Baroque Works!?" 

I give him the most disgusted face I could ever muster, side eyes and everything. Baroque Works was a fine organization but getting accused of being in their ranks makes me want to vomit. After the incident, I never forgave them; their filthy blood stained my precious floorboards and their dirty hands hurt my brother, those were inexcusable actions on their part.

“Baroque Works is gross. The only redeeming thing about it is that the boss is really hot.” I’m sure they got the point, though the mention of the boss caught all their attention— especially Vivis. 

“You- you’ve seen their boss?” Her face paled and she looked a little in disbelief that I’d seen Crocodile’s face. Vivi didn’t expect me to be acquainted with Baroque like that, she didn’t even think I’d know the organization. All the others had stopped the chattering in the background, looking at us as I realized my mess up.

“Oh shit.” With a groan of annoyance, I droop my head down lightly. I was now going to explain how I unknowingly became the universe’s little toy.

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"FIRSTLTY, no. I have no relation to Baroque Works whatsoever. Second, I don't like organization and they probably have a small bounty on my head." I put up a finger, trying to hush Vivis impatient need to comment on what I just said. 

"If you really need to know, we- both Marx and I- have a pretty bad view on the organization. They robbed us, lowkey." I continue on explaining for them. We already gave a bit of background, I'm an uber cool person from another dimension that knows the future, Marx is a dirty orphan from the streets and whatever else was needed to be said.

"Although I do have concerns, are you sure you're not making this story up?" Vivi reiterated, her hands were fidgetting under the table with worry. She cares for her country, it's sweet that she thinks of them even when it's been so long.

"100 and one percent sure, princess Vivi." I reassure her by attempting to smile at her. I wasn't so good at comfort, as said before, so I hope it wasn't too bad. "If anything, I can say with my full chest in confidence that, your country is as good as saved with Luffy by your side." I look over to Luffy, he was totally knocked out from exhaustion and boredom. 

I know he doesn't want to know the future and I know he'll freak out if I give details, I don't want to end up getting yelled at like he did with Reighley and I certainly don't want to ruin the course of the cannon. It's an easy enough task to do, not talk about your idols to your idols.

"If you say that, you better hold up to it. We'll kick your ass if your saying false stories. We don't need another Usopp on the crew..." Nami sighs at my decleration. I know this is weird to hear from a lady you just met this morning but it was the best they had so far. Being hunted by Baroque and having a captain with a bounty was bound to get you in a lot of trouble.

"HEY-!" It took Usopp a good few seconds to realize what Nami was saying. "That might be true but at least my stories aren't Fabricated to hurt, don't make me into a comparisson! You're so mean!" He whined at Nami, not happy about her words.

"Don't you dare say that to Nami-swan, Usopp! Take that back right now before I come over there!" Sanji almost flew from the kitchen to Usopp's side to give him a good kick. I laugh a little, amused at this oddly domestic scene. It was nice to see them in a not so serious context, the timeskip really messed them up.

"I think we should just drop the subject. If I said Luffy was going to help Vivi, don't you guys think our captain will make it a reality?" I was sure they trusted Luffy enough to make that claim themselves but someone already loyal to him before they even met made this all a little unbelievable.

They all somewhat agree in their own way, Zoro grunting in agreement and Nami huffing a bit at the fact that I was right not to worry about my claim.

"Well, goodnight. I'm going to pass out" I yawn and leave the room for them to talk whatever else they needed to say. I lied a tad bit, sleeping early was never something I'd do. I just wanted to avoid more confrontation and I was nervous as hell.

The middle of the night came quick, I went out my cozy room for a quick snack. I opened the door and I see Zoro's stone cold face staring at me, I got jumpscared by Zoro. So much for getting hot coco and a melatonin gummy, he's unbelievable. He was suspicious of me, I think. But, still, that doesn't allow him to look at me like I murdered Kuina.

"Intimidating asshole..." I mutter as I continue on to go preparing my snack, I got a little booze for him since he's watching over everyone right now. I'm hoping to use that as a peace offering so he doesn't bite my face off.

I set down the booze in front of him and I shuffle back to my room with my own drink. I can literally feel him watching over me. Oh, this muscly hottie definitely wanted me (I'm delusional). 

The day of the departure, I was carrying only a messanger bag that slung over my shoulders, my art supplies and my thick sketchbook. Next island was  Little Garden, let's hope I've got plot armour because I really don't want to be sick..

I let go of the tight hug Marx had condemmed me to, he was crushing my ribs and I couldn't really breathe. I pat his shoulder, wheezing out a few words. 

"Let go, big baby..." I was finally allowed to breathe when he decided to let go and pout at the fact that I called him a big baby. We were both never that good at emotions, this was probably the best he'll get out of me.

"I hope you fall in the bath, sis." Marx mock threatened me, still not happy about his nickname. But then, a small "I'll miss you." came in a softer tone. I give him a lopsided grin, patting his head like a big puppy dog. Man, I'll miss this kid immensely.

"I'll see you.. hm." I was about to tell him I'll see him in a few months, but was that really true? I've got no indication as to where I'll be sent for my training, maybe I could make a request to kuma? "Erm, I don't actually know when I'll see you again. But, when I do see you, it'll be cool or whatever." I continued messing up his hair, he was flailing around and attempting to get me off. I guess I got a little off-track.

"Oi, Clover! Come onn, are you going or not?" Luffy's whiny tone and need for adventure cut straight through our conversation. His goofy face appearing next to our faces as he stretched his neck. That's gross, I never thought I'd have to witness this live. That made my skin crawl, ew..

"Luffy's right, you know. We gotta go like now, we’ve got a time limit after all." Usopp cut in from above, basically reminding me of what I already know. I put a hand on Luffy's forehead and push him back to his body, hearing him yell out a little "hey!" in protest, as I come on to the deck. My eyes light up, I was on the Merry right now and I felt like I could just burst into a gabillion pieces. 

"I know that. It'll be fine, trust.” And with that done, we’re practically on the go now. The sails were unfurled and the we all went off to little garden!