Hello everyone! :D

Welcome to Colors of the Heart!

This is by far one of my new favorite stories…ever. Heheh.

This is also my new account! My old one was called "Motoko03", but I dismissed the entire profile because the previous stories weren't going as well as I'd like them to…and they brought back really bad memories. So. I am starting from the beginning. And now, I will be focusing on all my favorite stories! One Piece especially! :3

Warning. There are OC's in here. They are also paired with canons. Just thought I'd warn you for your viewing purposes! ^3^

Though….I will probably do a yaoi story. Heheh. Especially since my favorite yaoi couple is from this fandom. Take a good guess who it is


"Oi!"

A simple sound, like the beating of a repeated note, pounded the blank walls of the unconscious mind receiving it. With each repeat of that simple obnoxious expression, a dull throbbing pain began to become more evident. A small sound, like the soft exhaust of a pitiful moan, escaped from the depths of the darkness that shrouded the slowly rebooting mind.

"She made a noise! Quick, wake her up!"

Slowly, but with reassuring effort, the conscious began to stir. At first, the conscious had not the slightest clue upon whom or what it was. But, as it began to register the sense of hearing all the surroundings and the feeling of small hands shaking its numb body, the conscious began to remember bits and pieces about itself.

First of all, it remembered the important fact that it was not an it but a she. Secondly, she remembered fragments of memories of a violent storm out at sea. She also remembered, that by the luck of the draw, she fell overboard after a huge wave crashed into the side of the ship. Thirdly, she began to realize that she was not the only one who fell off the ship. At first, the girl didn't give the idea much thought. Who'd care about another child falling off the ship right? They were as good as dead anyways. It wasn't until she clicked on whom it was that fell off the ship that her conscious snapped back into pace. Abruptly, the girl's eyes shot open, revealing wide orbs of magenta.

Dazed, the first thing her sensitive eyes saw was nothing but a blinding sheet of light. A soft, annoyed groan escaped from between her chapped lips. As if by some natural instinct, her right arm, weak and water-logged from the raging waves of the storms, draped over her eyes. It didn't block all of the light, but it would do for now. The sound of waves crashing on the shore, the cry of nearby seagulls, and the feeling of soft sand beneath her trembling body made the girl's stomach do barrel rolls. The feeling of whip-lash and nausea was slowly sinking into her throat, making her want to curl on her side in a fatal position, as if that position alone would stop the ever growing feeling of sickness.

Eventually, once the girl began to come to, her eyes began to adjust. As they did, her other senses began turning back into the tune of the rest of her body. She became aware that she was lying on the beach, cold, weak, and full of nausea. She also came to realize that she was not alone. The image of a crouched body to her right began to come into focus. Since her curiosity was winning over her instinct to protect her eyes, her right arm began to slide away from her eyes. Once her eyes were fully uncovered, it didn't take long for her to come face to face, literally, with a boy. He was about 10 years of age, like her; short wavy black hair falling in tiny locks across his face. A bandage was noticed on his forehead, along with a small cut running from his left eyebrow to the middle of his forehead, fresh by the looks of it. Small freckles stood out against his sun burned cheeks. A long metal lead pipe was resting against his left shoulder; his face was nearly blank, with the exception of his arched eyebrow. When their eyes locked, his pools of emerald green became hard, as if she had just said something she wasn't supposed to. At first, she didn't know what to think, but, after a moment of intense staring into one another's eyes, a small smirk danced across his lips. As if it was the only reaction she could give, she blinked her tired, irritated eyes.

"See? She's awake! Now you can stop your water works!"

Recognizing the absurdly loud voice from before, she slowly, almost agonizingly, turned her head in the direction that it had come from. Standing there, no more than maybe a foot away from the boy with freckles, was another black haired boy. His resemblance to the other boy was astounding, with a few exceptions. He wore a straw hat that was obviously too large for his head; a scar running under his left eye, which stood out against his sunburnt face. After judging the differences, it became evident that this boy was about 7 years of age, being shorter than the older boy. The girl stared at him for a moment before her eyes wandered away from him, locking onto the shaking figure clutched to his left. About 7 years of age as well, she had beautiful long locks of gold hair that trailed down all the way to the sand. Her chocolate eyes were soaked with tears. Her dress wasn't something to brag about, since it was a simple white dress that went down to her knees.

Upon seeing the older girl stir, the golden haired child let out a bottled cry of relief, releasing her iron grip on the boy's arm, falling straight to her knees. Desperately but with anticipation, she crawled towards her, not caring for the sand. "S-sissy," she stammered as she tried to hold back sobs. "A-are you o-okay…?"

A huge wave of relief crashed over the blond as her sister nodded, her long locks of jet black hair fanned out all in the sand. Too happy to do much else, the little blond grabbed onto the older girl's shirt, shoving her tear stained face as far as she could into her stomach. Subconsciously, the dazed and confused reached outward, her hand finding the top of the blonde's head. As if some strange instinct had washed into her nervous system, her fingers began to rub the soft scalp. "It's okay, Deanna. I'm alright…"

Upon hearing her name, Deanna looked up slowly at her big sister, a shaky smile forming on her lips. The sound of someone clearing their throat made the two sister's look up, finding another boy; he was about 10 years old, like the one with freckles. He had short blond hair, but it was hard to see it due to his large hat that sat lazily on his head. His arms were folded over his chest, his face the reddest of them all. "So, Deanna, do you know this girl?" his voice was raspy, as if he had just finished yelling.

Deanna beamed with delight suddenly, nodding her head rapidly, mush to the confusion of the older girl below her. "Yes! Yes! Oh, thank you guys! I would not have been able to find her if it wasn't for you!"

The blond boy chuckled. "Just thank Ace. He was the one who spotted her before us."

Deanna turned to the boy with freckles, which the girl assumed to be Ace, and she threw her arms around him, proceeding to repeat a thousand ways to thank him. Ace made a face, not liking the fact she had the nerve to hug him so freely. "Tch. You're welcome. Now get the hell off of me," He easily shoved her away from him. Deanna stumbled, falling on her butt in the sand. She didn't care. She was just glad to have her sister back.

"Yea! Good thing we did find her! I don't know what I'd do if I lost Ace or Sabo," The younger boy grinned as wide as his face would allow.

Ace rolled his eyes as Sabo chuckled. "Same here, Luffy," he looked down at the confused girl, a sheepish smile forming on his face. "I'm sorry. You must be tired…," he turned his head into the direction of the Grey Terminal, debating. "Maybe you should stay with us for a bit-"

"No way," Ace cut Sabo short. "We are not letting a bunch of girls stay with us," He then proceeded to point at Luffy. "It's bad enough that we have Luffy!"

"Yea," Luffy shouted, agreeing with Ace. A moment passed before Luffy realized what Ace truly meant by that comment. "Hey," Luffy shouted, glaring up at Ace. "I am not a stupid girl!"

Ace rolled his eyes yet again. "But you sure act like one all the damn time."

Before Luffy could retaliate, Sabo stepped in between the two, sighing. "Look. It's just for right now. I didn't say that they were going to live with us. Just at least until she gets better," he motioned over to the girl lying in the sand. Her complexion was pale, her eyes were sunken into her stull, huge purple bags circled around her eyes, and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead.

Luffy stared at her, his eyes wide in awe. He had never seen a sick girl before. Deanna looked at Luffy, her eyes filled with worry. Luffy scratched the side of his straw hat, sighing. Ace mumbled something unintelligently under his breath, glancing back at the girl he had discovered. He paused, sighing long and deep after a moment. "Fine," he rubbed his eyes, a bit frustrated. "They can stay."

Sabo and Luffy's face lit up, smirking. Deanna looked relieved, staring at the three boys with utter gratitude. Ace looked at them, not seeing why they looked so peachy. "But," he added. "Only until she gets better. Not a day more," He smacked his pipe against a rock, to prove his point. "Got that?"

Deanna stood on her feet, saluting to Ace. Her tongue lolled out at he glared at her. Luffy, just to get under Ace's skin, copied Deanna's pose. It worked. Ace gritted his teeth, glaring murderously at the two seven year olds. He could tell that they were going to be getting on his nerves…a lot. Sabo chuckled heartedly, walking back over to the fallen girl. He kneeled on one knee, looking into her heavy magenta eyes. "So, got a name?"

The girl at this point was short of breath. She was breathing sharply, only getting just enough air to breath. Upon hearing Sabo's question, the girl's skin flew off her body as she let out a small, croaked cry. She looked up at Sabo, wincing, "…Abney…"

Sabo smirked a bit, despite the fact he felt like he shouldn't. Especially since he was watching a very sick girl try to breath. "Cool. We're going to take you back to our secret place so you can rest up and get well, okay?" Abney only nodded. "Alright then," Sabo stood back up, turning back to Ace. "You carry her."

"What? Why me," Ace really didn't want to carry a girl on his back. Let alone a sick one.

It was Sabo's turn to roll his eyes. "Because. Luffy and I are going to carry the crocodile. I told him that he and I would cook the crocodile tonight. So, you can do it." Before Ace to make a remark, Sabo glared at him. "That is, unless you're not man enough to carry a girl."

Luffy began to snicker as Ace's face grew red with anger. Deanna giggled, sticking her tongue out at the boys. "My sissy isn't that heavy, you know. I could pick her up," she held up her bandaged hand for them to see. "If my wrist wasn't sprained, that is," She sighed, remembering how she got that.

"If Ace isn't man enough to do it, then I will," Luffy boasted, placing his hands on his hip as he smirked again. Sabo smirked, chuckling inaudibly, knowing that Ace was about to crack. Luffy, not really having much of a clue as to what he's supposed to be doing, began to try and pick Abney up, only succeeding in making it much worse. "Wow. She is light!"

Ace knocked Luffy out of the way, picking up the poor limp Abney and slinging her over his shoulder with ease. "This is how a real man is supposed to carry a woman," he smacked Luffy in the head with his pipe. "Remember that."

"Ah," Luffy clutched the tiny new lump forming on his head, sniffling, holding back all of his tears. "You're so mean, Ace!"

Ace snorted, walking off to find the secret hideout. Sabo and Luffy looked at each other, looking back at Deanna; Luffy grabbed her hand. "Want to help us carry the crocodile?"

Deanna smiled sheepishly, wiping the residue of her tears from her eyes. "Sure."