Marco sighed quietly in annoyance.
He really, really didn't want to do this.
It's been exactly six months since he awoke in a hospital wondering where the hell he was.
Six months to acclimate himself in a world not his and in a body definitely not his.
(To be fair, after a few weeks his current body started to change to look exactly like his previous one, with only a few differences such as the lack of his pride, which he rectified the first chance he got, and the addition of a few minor scars he definitely didn't have Before)
His only saving grace was that the doctors had misunderstood his confusion and consequent freak out and diagnosed him with amnesia.
After six month of researching (and consequently falling in love with Internet and Wikipedia), training (both his Haki and his Devil Fruit power) and acclimating himself to this new world here he was.
The former 1st division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates
hesitating in front of a door.
His current body's family door.
A family to which he would have to lie and explain that he had not contacted them because he did not remember them.
As cruel as that sound it was better that having to admit that he somehow accidently stolen their 17 years old son's body (and oh god, the curse that escaped his mouth the moment he discovered that he was trapped in the body of a kid would have made blush Akainu).
With another sigh he reluctantly rang the bell.
Hearing footsteps nearing the door he resisted the urge to flee like a naughty child.
Quickly rearranging his face in his usual bored expression and hiding his anxiety he forced his tense body to relax.
In that moment the door opened revealing a blonde woman.