A/N: One Piece is one of my favourite mangas and I absolutely adore Ace and Luffy but I always wondered about their moms and Garp's wife so I was really happy when Oda-sensei told us a bit about Ace's mom. This is my story about a female D. (because really they don't have enough) she is not supposed to be a Mary Sue, if you think she is starting to become one warn me and tell me where and I will change things accordingly. Give her a chapter or two before you jump to conclusions. Her name is Michiru, Aibhilin is pronounced ave-leen. Sorry if Garp is a little out of character please rate and review. I don't really like this chapter but it gets better further in, I promise. I don't know what Dadan is like so I've taken a few liberties so far as he is concerned.
Disclaimer: If I owned one piece wouldn't be an OC would she? Moreover, would I be writing here? No probably not, I'd be too busy trying to get the next One Piece chapter ready.
1. Arrival
Garp stood in a secluded bay at the back of Fushia island, eyes open for a ship. He'd left Ace and Luffy in the woods to train while he waited, telling them he'd gone to pick up their sister. They had gotten a bit tired of hearing this seeing as he'd been coming here for the past week. He'd been shocked when he heard from a man he believed to be long dead. The letter had shocked him more:
Garp. No matter what happens please, take care of my daughter. She will arrive in 2 months, she is a D. Please give her your name and let her lineage be lost, when she is older tell her she was one Aibhilin.
Aibhilin, a longed for child. So that hadn't changed, he'd always said that the name of his first-born would be Aibhilin, he'd never allowed for the fact that he may have had a son. Typical, then again Garp wouldn't have been surprised if the crazy old duffer had given a boy a girl's name. Lucky he'd had a daughter. What worried him was that he had been one of the strongest men Garp knew, and Garp could never see him letting his child go. Not unless it was life or death. Death for his daughter would mean that that man had to die first. Now he would have to name the child. He wondered how old she was, young enough that she would not know her own name. He sighed, was there something about him that screamed 'let me take care of your children'?
Sharp eyes, trained by years at sea, saw the tip of a mast bobbing above the trees. He straightened himself out and stretched, time to go. He walked towards the mast, wondering why they seemed to have stopped. It was a bad place, open to the sea and any who sailed on it. He'd waited in the bay because trees masked what happened there. As he walked on to the shore his heart froze, before him the ship was beached but he did not see a living man on the deck. The sails were in tatters. He ran, hoping all the way.
The deck was destroyed, blade marks covered the mast and deck. It was a tiny ship and most, if not all, of its crew lay on the deck. All dead, the only mark on their bodies was a sword wound on their torso. After examining the deck, he proceeded into the ship's interior. He was on his guard, ready to attack with less than a second's warnings. They hadn't died to long ago, an hour at most. It looked like someone had been searching for something. Chairs, tables and chests lay up turned. Debris scattered on the floor. Something crunched under his foot, he didn't look down. He pushed open an open door, into what he assumed was that captain's room. The ship's log lay open on the desk; he walked over and slid it into his pocket, hoping it would reveal something. He looked everywhere in the room, checking the broken cupboard and desk. Nothing. Before he knew what he was doing he looked under the bed, looking after children formed habits. Looking under the bed for something was one of them. He almost laughed at himself, until the light of the setting sun caught on polished metal. His brain went in to over drive. The captain's bed was unusual, for the most part it was solid wood under a ship's bed. The bedding did a good job of hiding it, you wouldn't know it was there unless you looked. Someone searching could easily miss the trapdoor hidden under the bed. His hands gripped the ring and he pulled up, hard. He heard the sound of a lock breaking free of the wood that held it in place. Below him was a small, well-furnished room. An untouched room. He jumped, landing softly on his feet. This was the cabin of a young girl. There were no portals to the outside world but pictures of fields and the ocean decorated the walls. Aside from the pictures the room was quite modestly decorated. There was a wash stand, two sea trunks and a bed. On the bed was a little girl. She didn't seem overly bothered by him, she stared at him and he stared back. He tried to figure ou how to approach her without scaring her. She was paler than anyone else he'd seen in his life. A by-product, he thought, of life in a cabin with no windows. She was also the tiniest thing he'd seen in his life. She looked like a little porcelain doll. Black curls framed a heart shaped face and she had eyelashes for which many women would kill. Long, dark, she could have been wearing mascara. It was they eyes that they framed that took his breathe away. He'd never seen eyes that colour, the blue green colour of an unpolluted sea on a hot summer's day. The only colour in her pale face. She looked to be four or five years old. What would she think of a stranger in her isolated room? Her face was as impassive as her father's, impossible to read. He wondered who her mother had been; she must have been an amazing woman to catch the eyes of that man. The child in front of him didn't look much like her father, except for the hair. He'd had the same messy, dark hair, not unlike Luffy of Ace's. she must have gotten bored, waiting for him to say something.
"Who are you? Did Mr Smith send you down? Is it about all the banging earlier? "
Garp couldn't place her accent. It sounded like a combination of many different cultures.
"No, no he didn't, there was a little bit of trouble on deck, I'm here to take care of you. I'm your grandpa, my name's Garp. What's yours?"
He stood with his arms in front of him, palms facing upwards, trying to show the little child that he meant no harm. On hearing his name, her face lit up. She jumped off the bed and ran to him. She tripped and steadied herself on one of his outstretched hands, grinning up at him. She must definitely be more like her mother, he thought absent mindedly, remembering her father, a big beefy man who used to have to duck to go through a door. He tried to reconcile the image with this petite creature and failed horribly. She had his nose too, that straight strong D nose.
"Oh I'm so glad you came, Mr Smith has been telling me all about you. He said you were gonna look after me because daddy couldn't anymore. Dunno my name, everyone just calls me girl but I'm seven" she provided heavily.
Seven? There was no way, he'd seen three year olds bigger than she was, he'd have to feed her up a little when he got back. How was it possible that she didn't know her own name at seven?
"How long have you been away from home my dear?"
She looked thoughtful; eventually she seemed to make up her mind.
"Dunno but it was my present for my three birthday but we went round on horsies then."
Four years? That couldn't be, the letter had reached him little more that two months ago. He clutched the ship's log through his pants. There had to be something in there. Gently he hoisted the little girl onto his shoulder. He lifted her trunks in the other hand.
"From now on you'll be Monkey D. Michiru. Let's get you home."
Michiru for her eyes, it meant Ocean. He didn't bother with the trap door; instead, he opted to make a hole in the wall. It took him two more walls but soon he was outside and heading home with a new grandchild.
As soon as the ship was out of sight, he put her down to walk. She had to run to keep up with him but that didn't stop her talking. Garp chuckled, he'd always thought Luffy could talk a lot but this girl was something else. She was drinking in the sights, smells and sounds around her. He wasn't surprised this world must seem amazing to a child that had lived her life in a sealed room. The boys ran out of the house as they got close. Michiru stopped, unsure.
"Hi, wow you're our sister right? How come you're so late, Grandpa's been looking for you since the weekend! I'm Monkey D. Luffy by the way and this is my big brother Ace! I'm going to be a pirate when I grow up."
"Insolent child, you're negatively influenced!" Garp punched his grandson's head. "I'm training you to be a marine!"
Michiru giggled. She ran round Garp to where Ace was helping Luffy up, laughing all the while.
"Hi I'm Monkey D. Michiru! Nice to meet you. I am seven"
Ace ruffled the small child's hair.
"I'm Portgas D. Ace, I'm eleven and Luffy is eight, come on, I'll show you your room you're not scared to sleep alone right?"
Her chin went straight up into the air, fire lighting in her eyes.
"I'm not!"
"Bwahahahahahahaha"
"Grandpa!"
A middle age man with wavy brown hair and brown eyes alighted from the house. Garp quickly caught Michiru's shoulder.
"This is Dadan Michiru, he'll be looking after when I'm not here."
She looked up at Dadan and suddenly she was silent. She raised her hand and waved her hand at him, she wore the same look on her face that people who suddenly run into a stray, and rabid looking dog wore.
"Which criminal's child are you bringing me now, Garp?" Dadan demanded. "I'm going to start visiting people you know who are expecting people, make sure they know that I raise your grandchildren and then scare them half to death!"
"Don't worry about it Dadan, I'm sure she'll behave herself, won't you little one?"
Michiru nodded her consent, she certainly would behave herself round Dadan, what Garp didn't know is that while it might take her longer to misbehave than her brothers when she did it would be cataclysmic.
