Summary: I don't know what's worse…being thrown into this dog eat dog One Piece universe or growing up with the three terrors known as Luffy, Ace, and Sabo. Someone please kill me. Self-Insert/OC, Rated T for Language
Disclaimer: NOTHING BELONGS TO ME EXCEPT FOR MY OC
Prologue
Before you continue reading, I need to get a couple things off my chest. This story is not pleasant. I'm not sure how it even ends yet but it won't be pretty. A lot of shit has happened to me since the beginning of my life here in the One Piece Universe and I needed to vent to someone. And that's where you guys come in. I'm going to tell you my story. It's not much, but still, I ask you don't judge my actions till you've heard it all.
I never asked to be brought to this world. Sure I've thought about maybe a million things that could've gone differently if I was part of the story but I NEVER actually wanted to be brought to this world. Maybe this is my punishment for that one time I lied to my dad about failing that math test in 5th grade. Anyways, the point is I never asked to be brought to this world. I simply did not belong and I knew that.
So imagine how thrilled I was when I closed my eyes and woke up to find myself being given birth to. To this day, it is the single most disgusting and horrific thing I have ever experienced. I remember being really warm and then the next second being really cold. And it was really…squishy. I'm gagging just at the thought. It wasn't a surprise that I was super confused. I'm sure you would be too if you couldn't open your eyes and these huge hands were touching you all over. Okay, I have to admit that sounded wrong on so many levels. I shamefully admit that I was crying like a baby…not saying much considering that I was a baby.
At that particular time, I had absolutely no idea who I was or where I was. So I just kept crying and crying and crying until I was finally handed to someone that was very warm and I instantly calmed down. Their fast heartbeat and cozy arms were a welcome feeling that I was willingly to take full advantage of. For some reason, their arms were shaking. Very badly, if I may add. Not shaking like they do when you're nervous but their shaking seemed as if they were having difficulty holding my weight. If I was capable of facial emotions at that time I probably would have frowned. Whoever was holding me, spoke in a very soft tone in a language that I did not speak but have listened to many times.
"Konnichiwa Rexi, watashi no musume. Gomen nasai. Watashi wa itsumo anata watashi no ai, no tame ni arudeshou. Itsumo." (1)
Obviously I didn't understand a single thing that she (it was very obvious from their voice that it was a woman) said but I still tried to remember those words. She sounded so sad that it would be a shame not too. I so badly wanted to open my eyes to sneak a peek at the woman who sounded sad on my behalf. Why was she so upset? I didn't understand. One thing I did know was that she was clearly speaking Japanese. Years of watching anime has at least given me the ability to know when someone is speaking it. I've also been able to translate some common words such as Gomen Nasai (I'm sorry) and Konnichiwa (Hello) after listening to the language for so long.
I assumed that she was talking to me which means that my new name is Rexi. God fucking damn it. Well…at least it's got a nice ring to it. Even if it makes me sound like a dinosaur.
Months passed and I was slowly getting a hang of my new body. It was clumsy and hard to control and I hated it. Another thing that was hard to get used to was the fact that I couldn't utter a single syllable. It was all nonsense babbling that even annoyed me.
In the beginning, weeks after my "birth", I cried a lot. That woman from before (my mother) had yet to show up again and she was the only one that could calm me down. After a month passed of almost nonstop crying and blubbering I finally started to calm down a little bit.
There was this kind old lady that would take care of me all the time. She looked to be in the 50-60 age range but I wasn't too sure. I still didn't know where I was but I'm guessing it was somewhere in Japan. I didn't really get the chance to learn more of the language since the old lady didn't really speak much to me. It was mostly just kind smiles and some common phrases. Sometimes when she looked at me, she would get really sad. She would pick me up and hold me close and say, "Anata dake no kanojo no yōnimieru." (2)
It was all very confusing.
I was slowly starting to forget my past life. I still didn't know how I was "chosen" to be reborn or whatever but my past life was slowly slipping away. Just minor details like what I got for my 16th birthday or what kind of car my first car was. I'm actually kind of glad to leave my old life behind. My family, to be simple, was nonexistent so I didn't lose much. My parents had a divorce when I was younger and I was given to my father for custody. I never heard from my mother after that. Dad was never home though, so I doubt he gives a shit that I'm gone. A great sob story, I know.
My days were pretty repetitive and nothing special really happened. Then one day everything changed. The old lady was carrying me around with my head over her shoulder when I spotted a newspaper on the kitchen table. It seemed unimportant at first glance but once we were closer and I finally spotted who was on the cover, I almost choked.
Because on that cover was a picture of Gold Roger with that distinct wide smile.
So…I'm in the One Piece world.
Hahaha I'm going to die.
A/N: Hope you guys liked that. I know it was kind of short but it's just a prologue. I have a lot of stuff planned for this story so please review and tell me what you think of it (:
1). "Hello Rexi, my daughter. I'm so sorry. I will always be there for you, my love. Always."
2). "You look just like her."
I used Google Translate so I'm pretty sure that's not 100% accurate, but you get the gist.
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