Full Summary: Memories, they are said to cease once a person dies and goes to his next life. Even though it what mostly say, they don't have a solid proof that being reborn is possible and memories truly fade away.

But for me, I am a different case. It must be because of my mental power that caused me to remember everything in my past life. To be reborn again and then carry the heavy weight that i had back then, I would almost hope that I forgotten everything of my past life. Then again, what can I do? I am only but a person, not a god. The strings on my neck and fingers are nothing of my control. Even fate is still playing with me. There is nothing I can do... but resist the flow of tides like I have always used to.

WARNING!

This fanfiction is tagged yaoi because of it's homoromantic and homoerotic themes between guys. Meaning, GAY. So before you go judgmental about this fiction make sure you are in the same page as we are. I don't tolerate homophobic people who were already warned. I don't want to repeat the warnings again so please exit if homosexuality isn't your cup of tea. But of course, people are free to read, but let this warning haunt you for the rest of the chapters.

And for those who likes Yaoi OC fanfiction, come my dear, the door is wide open. We have cookies and cream in the dark side. You are more that welcome :D

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in One Piece or One Piece itself. The only thing I own is the story and my OC.

|Reborn|

Awareness suddenly flooded within the darkness which made me slowly open my eyes. Everything around me was unclear, have my eyes always this blurred? I could barely even move my body. It feels stuffy and stiff which was very inconvenient for me. But then I finally realized the moment I heard a feminine voice humming gently while caressing my little head— I was reborn.

"Isn't it a bit strange..? I mean... I never heard the baby cry..." a male voice then flooded the seemingly large room. The woman earlier, is what I think would be my mother because of the calming scent and warmth that she is producing.

"Maybe because he is your son? Fufufufu..." she jested "... well, either way he is still our precious child..." then she chuckled while doing something that I don't know. I tried to open my eyes, but they really stung so it made me teary. They noticed it and then my carrier started to move which startled me. Damn, I am not used at this vulnerability yet...

"Did you see that?! He opened his eyes..!" my father said excitedly as I slowly look at his blurry figure. I could hear my mother's heartbeat speed up from happiness. I guess that's a mother's happiness...

"That—that's great..! This is... the first time I've heard of it..?" hahaha, look at that stupefied face of his.

My father, he looked like a tough old man with a red X mark on his face. He had blue-grey hair and green eyes that show with curiosity and happiness. He, somehow, had resemblance of my face in my previous life. I wonder if he is my descendant.

While my mother, a black haired woman with pale white skin and apple red lips, looked more like a gothic freak with her clothing. But it's not like I mind though, since it suits her the most.

"Oh—oh..! What should I do?! He's looking at me!" yes I am, you idiot...

"Introduce yourself, you idiot..! Hurry up before your son loses interest at you..!" wow, what a merry couple. I guess my life in here won't be so dread like my previous one... that is, if fate allows me to live peacefully.

"Uuuuuh..! Uuuuuuhhh..! I—I am your father!" wow, he looked all nervous "... my name is Lore D. Denning..! You can call me... P—p... papa..." seriously, my father looks funny. He blushed hard just by that then was moved to tears.

"Awww... Now don't cry dear... or your son will think you're a wimp..!" I looked at my mother who laughed at her crying partner. When she noticed my gaze, she smiled genuinely and then started swaying her arms gently.

"Well hello there my little one~ I am your mama, Monkey D. Horizon..! And you're name is Lore D. Chaos, your father named you that..." then the father whined like a child as she glares at him. Well, I think I like the name. A bit shorter than what I had last time. I guess I'll stick with it.

I yawned and felt sleepy from all the swinging that my mother was making. Slowly closing my eyes, I drifted back asleep waiting for tomorrow to come.

5 years later...

Standing on the cliff with a smoking pipe being supported by my lips. I was not actually smoking, this is my newly found weapon I have purchased days ago. My new vessel to keep most of my magic hidden. Instead of producing smoke, it was making bubbles that would either pop in the air or just fly around me. It's also very durable since the owner said that it was made with two toughest materials: The wood coming from the tree of Adam and the black Obsidian stone.

I growled when I felt a person walking toward where I was. I am quite sure that the people in this island has already ceased living, the proof was my muddy self and a dirty shovel right next to me. So who in the world dared to enter a bloodcaked island with no fear?

"Who is it..? What do you want..? Can't you see a kid resting after a long shoveling work?" my pipe produced more bubbles just in case the person starts attacking me. But then, he didn't show any hostility which just made my bubbles drift around him.

"...what... happened..." almost like he lost his soul, an old man asked me with a face of horror. He must've docked on the shore and saw all the burnt down buildings and the blood on the ground. Poor guy, he must've wanted to meet someone badly only being greeted by a battle leftovers.

"Oh, please don't question me right over the bat. I am quite tired myself. A five year old body can't be that vigorous, unlike that old sturdy body of yours..." the rustling of the dried grass hinted that the man was closer now, then stopped at my small back with his big shadow hovering me.

"... even my soul lost its will to do more too. If you want to know where the people in this town was, it's just 2 miles away from here in that side." I pointed at the left side where wooden crosses and graves were seen in a distance. The man didn't move... which made me sigh and then face him.

"Look... I may lack reaction but I am assuring you that I am grieving. You don't know... how it feels like to bury all the people who you have lived with your entire life, one by one for seven days. Oh, and also, what about the marines? Well, you guys are nine days late. Everyone was killed, everyone but me." Then the old man took me into a tight hug which surprised me. He was trying to comfort me, the comfort that I was looking for the whole week. But now, I am already out of tears. I don't think I will be crying again.

"I'm so sorry...! I—I didn't come sooner... I should've—"

"Should've what? Saved them? Then don't apologize to me, go kneel to their graves and pray to whatever god you people believe in. I have already done my part on putting a name on their crosses and digging their resting place. Unlike you so-called men of justice..." I pushed him off and then took the shovel from the ground.

"Kid... at least tell me your name... the last survivor of Geffen Island." My stomach growled like it answered for me. I felt nauseous but before I blackout, I managed to tell him my answer...

"Lore D. Chaos... Son of Monkey D. Horizon and Lore D. Denning..." and that was my last memory for this tiresome day.

TO BE CONTINUED...