Welcome! An old-time writer back at it again! This is an -OC- insert within a One Piece story. I hope you will enjoy what my imagination offers as I recreate the plot. Some canon events might be altered to further my own plot but nevertheless, enjoy!
"Ma-ster." She would call out. Her voice monotone to be exact yet deriving from her single word is the utmost loyalty. The artificial intelligence scanned her surrounding area to make out the little blurry images she could still find. Her hands were rotted by rust and her metal flesh chipped by scratches and hideously looking dried blood.
"Pro-fessor?"
She walked through the first door of the tiny cottage then passed through the second door into a smaller compound governed by a black Tibetan. The large dog barked twice before letting out a soft whimper when the artificial intelligence gently nudged the paws of her metallic cold hand onto its soft head.
"Be go-od. I am onl-y tr-ying to fi-nd professor."
The black Tibetan was part of a similar breed. He was one of the first creation that her professor had created but amounted only to a failure. He may be a robot but showed not much intelligence that a true mechanical engineered one should be. He was like a dog, but only body parts of metal.
The artificial intelligence softly smiled. The nameless Tibetan was also like her, planning to reside by their master's side until death. Truth to be told, how long had it been? Since she was first created since she first found light through her dull glass eyes. She looked down at her body looking at her white adorned dress. This was one of the last dress that she could find given by her master. It was gifted to her after he parted ways. She treasured it to be the last wish that he had gave her; to be as pure as she could be guarding the remaining imperial bloodline he had.
The clanking noises of the screws finally popped off as her silver hand fell to the ground. The time had come. What's next? She could only do her best to reach the clean grave paved in the spacious room. The sunlight flickered through the glass panel's top highlighting her creator's name: Hades R. Luceine.
"Ma-ster, I ha-ve fi-na-lly ful-filled my dut-y." The artificial intelligence monotonically reported. She moved to the best she could, her motions lagging with extreme difficulty. She could only move a step at a time and her speech lagging so slowly. Upon arriving at the large marble grave, she presented a stiff bow(a mean of honor) to her late master.
"For-give me f-or not stay-ing long-er. For-give me f-or not call-ing you pro-fess-or..." At the last moment, please let me call you master.
She wanted to say those thoughts in her head. She wanted to voice everything she had experienced for the past hundred and ninety years. Such as her sorrows as her comrades had died one by one, her tiny glimpses of happiness when the last of the Luceine had grown into that of a splendid woman. Her master did say to protect the last Luceine but not the continuation of her child. So in this case, she betrayed no one's wish.
Far by the window, a beautiful woman stood. She had a sleek honey-colored hair and sharp purple eyes. She was unlike the gentle Hades yet her concern was kinder than any of Hades' intentions. She wanted this nameless girl to grow, to be free of the shackles binding her to her dear grandfather, to be free. But if the nameless girl would attain satisfaction by joining the earth with her grandfather...she could only hold back her tears as she bid her beloved 'mother' farewell.
Her violet eyes twinkle unbearably with moist redness. Unconsciously, her knuckles would clench tight whenever she saw through the dim movement of the girl's action. She saw how the girl though with rusted skin still shined brightly with her luminous green eyes and the same honey blonde hair that was made to resemble her own. The honey hair did match her better with those green eyes, that she agreed.
As her eyes continued to follow along, the anxious beating of her heart made her dizzy. The artificial intelligence swept along the grave clearing off any gathered dust and promptly lied her body beside it. Her head was counting down until her final moments. Her face cramped with a relieved expression.
The artificial intelligence may have been nameless. She could have continued living if she updated her annual programmed codes, but she chose to continue as she was. She put to a test; to choose between continuing the little glimpse of life or by retaining the only memories of her creator, she chose the latter. She was none other but a loyal fool.
"It seems like my life is ending." No, it had ended a year ago. Her chips had long begun to fray and the electric codes had been erasing itself... Being able to endure for a year extra was just so she could ensure through her own eyes that the last bloodline of Luceine finding her own happiness.
She closed her throbbing eyes and turned over to face the sky. Gently grazing past her face was the black Tibetan and soft layering of cool wind. The black Tibetan gently nudged closed to her, its black fur kissing her closed eyes. It was a mixture of comfort and a pleasing tingle. The moment she opened her eyes, her senses had all been lost. Her body felt numb to the touch. No matter how many times the black Tibetan nudged her, its black fur was no longer soft. The tips of her glass eyes eventually fading of life and her movements halting to a stop.
Warning: Program code has been expired, inducing demolish. Program code will be please update.
The flashing red light blinks repeatedly but the artificial intelligence could only stare with her remaining breath of life. When she was created, what greeted her was her master; when she died, what bid her farewell was an annoying warning sign.
One second, two seconds, three seconds... The countdown will end by the tenth. Her passing was eerily silent, suitable to that of a death for the war god. Suitable for that of Hades' grim reaper.
Her eyes permanently went blank but by the faint hearing with all she could've mustered, she heard a distant shout of 'mother.'
Truth to be told, the artificial intelligence had never once questioned the possibility of life because life was never an option for her. She was the grim reaper in battle, the death scythe for her Kingdom. Her whole life was dedicated to protecting her master and his home. So what could life be after death if she never lived in the first place?
In her unconscious thought, she found herself being enveloped into something warm. Spaces were tight and noises were very muffled. Somehow it reminded her of the feeling she had while she was in the test tube for nourishment. The warm liquid gently wrapped around her from all places kissing her soft skin. It was very comfortable. She thought she could sleep for a while. She thought if this was life after death, it would've been a very delightful surprise. Then she thought of her professor whom might have also shared the same feeling as her.
In the month of December, the warm feeling of being enveloped was suddenly interrupted. Having dropped her guard for so long made her relaxed by far too much. She didn't know how but her surrounding darkness was jolted crashing herself against the pit of the dark. It might not have been a rough crash but it did pull onto the inkling of string that seemed to be attached to her stomach. A burst of pain swept her along.
As an android, she never experienced pain. Her touch sensors may be activated but it was never connected to the optical nerve of her technical brain. There was also technology to remove the pain sensor and despite always hearing muffling noises, this time she could hear voices much better. She heard a rough shout coming from many males and a whimpering cry from a female. Her body became extremely uncomfortable when the noise of the female transmitted past her ears.
'Stop crying. Please stop crying.'
But her plead never reached anywhere...
She was beyond restless and wanted to get out of the empty darkness. She thrashed herself into the walls that were cramping her up. She tried to pry open her eyes but it wouldn't work. For the first time, she felt deprived of strength and for the first time, she felt so powerless. What made it worse was the angering thrash that she kept repeating. Once, twice and thrice. If there is a chance to break past this barrier, it's got to have a weak point. She embraced all her strength ready to force herself out but was stopped by the sudden shout coming from the outside. It was blurred of meaning, a type of language she never quite learned. But somehow, she could feel what she was doing is wrong. And it was after she stopped that she realized a sharp pain was biting down on every part of her body. She smelled a dense scent of metallic.
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"Severe internal injuries, critical condition, and several raptures within the womb." The doctor donning of an intrigued look whimsically said. He looked towards the bed where a female lies. Her clothes were drenched in sweat and her forehead remotely covered by the creative mess of her hair.
"Now, what kind of demon child is this?"
Pulling off his glasses, he roughly massaged his shoulders to calm his irregular mood. He glared at the woman in bed before landing his sight to the old man standing not far away.
The old man merely scrunched his brows before laughing loudly. His sleek ink hair lightly swaying with the motion of his head.
"It's supposed to be the God's child but now it's more like the demon's kid."
"Indeed it's quite laughable. The test that came out from just a while gave me some shock. Normally a fetus will move when they are about a few months from labor. This little devil moved when he was just 2 months old. A fetus hasn't developed the conscience to move yet. Now, he is two years old he is thrashing like crazy. This is a ferocious beast. If the government knew, it would be immediate execution. Who knows what sort of power he could bring."
"Either way Valentina and her little brat are being tracked down. Doesn't matter now or later, just take care of her."
The doctor scoffed before returning back to the patient. His eyes tracing the outer lining of the stomach. For a moment, he hesitated. "Garp, why did you want to save her? First the pirate's bastard now the devil's child."
"You can't escape old sentiments. Nostalgia is a strong presence term for binding an aged man like me. Or maybe the slow inadvertent bonds."
"Bonds? They are too fragile. What's binding you is just sympathy."
Monkey D. Garp burst out in laughter. He nodded his head pleasantly surprised then turned to face the girl in bed, Valentina. Compared to earlier where she was thrashing in pain, she is much better. Her sweat has also evaporated from her forehead but her hair still that of a mess.
Garp turned to face the doctor, his gaze softening but his voice added with a touch of interest. "Why did you say he? I have known quite a lot of feisty females in my life."
"I may be a doctor but I don't have godly powers. Females are gentle with their mother. This brat ain't." The doctor lightly amused by his response added. He turned to shift his body downwards and sat down on a wheeled armchair. Swiftly adjusting his expression, he turned solemn. "Her haki won't be able to withhold her due date any longer."
"She wanted this. At best, I will try to diverge the government's attention. Just a few more months, you won't have to help with delivery. I have reached the bottom of my line."
The doctor closed his eyes sinking into deep thoughts. From beginning to now his expression reflected his clear mood but his voice was quite bland. They were crazy, insane to mess with the world's largest scandal and let two future criminals live. Sure, they are infants but they contain forbidden blood flowing through their veins. If the world government finds out, they will be left without an intact corpse, condemned to the lowest parts of hell.
Rubbing the part between his brows, the doctor asked with an irritant. "Only a few more months? Had they stopped chasing after the case of the other brat?"
"He is safely handled by someone trustworthy. The rumor that Roger has a kid also died down within the Marines. Just be patient. Only a few more months, we already endured for 2 years."
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The cold wind blows ever so lastingly within the silent winter. In a small rough-hewn hut lying offshore, a shrieking scream bursts forth full of agony. With what little equipment was presented, a petite woman of stature had to use raw strength to push her fetus out. There was no midwife, no doctors, and most certainly in front lies a well-built male staring with a conspicuous gaze. He from the start had no intention to help much less provide for extra aid with outside source.
Blood seeps out endlessly from the open wound below the soaked dirty sheets and what's a never-ending cycle is the constant fainting and the regaining of conscious. With every breath that Valentina could muster, she finally heaved out her last effort birthing a delicate fetus of the tender gender.
Standing not far but not close to the nude infant, Monkey D. Garp frowns deeper with a serious look. "You have successfully given birth, why do you look so devastated?"
Valentina stretches her lifeless eyes across the half tattered hut before landing on Garp's face. Her voice is not only meek but hoarse. Much to her attempt to speak, she had to pause from breaths to breaths just to assert her despairing reply. "She is the existence birthed by my rape. What kind of hope can I embrace? Her father is a bastard that I despised with my whole life. Yet, this child is the only remaining human connected to me by blood."
There was an evident crack before the hesitation. A bit of a strange bitterness overwhelmed her. "At the end...which mother can hate a little seedling that was inside them for twenty-six months?"
Garp shakes his head with pity. Pure pity for the woman in front of him who had gone through so much. One of the many victims towards the corrupted system that he has vowed to follow through with his life. Rather, her particular mindset is what made him extremely sympathetic towards her. Taking a step closer, he pushed through the thin fabric covering the newborn and picked the child up.
"A child is the purest thing in the world. They are not to be blamed for any crime planted by their parents. This child..is the byproduct towards that bastard and you but she is also like any humans trying to seek some breadth in life." His tone was neither deep nor light. It held a much deeper meaning than what was implied.
"Enough-"
"Child, you have suffered far too much yet you are still so kind and strong. You stayed true to your name of Valentina. It's a girl, what name should she be given?"
Valentina seals her sight falling to the dark as she feels a rushing emotion gathering in her eyes. How pitiful, indeed almost a tad too cruel of a fate for God to give her. Being kidnapped and enslaved as the 9th wife. Raped under no consent and then pushed around within that horrid place. She had to give birth at the age of sixteen; when she hasn't seen much of anything, her life has ended. She gathers the last of her courage to look at the child she has given birth to. Almost a bit too fragile, coupled with an extremely pale skin tone, the only thing adding to color was her raven hair. Valentina feels rage, grief, sadness, yet love. She wanted to release her anger built within her for her ill fate yet what came out was three letters.
"Luciana Renata Leiya."
It didn't take much time for Garp to digest where the following event needed to be headed as he threw one last glance at the frail woman and left her to savor the last bit of her deadly life. In this regards, he has fulfilled his mission fo killing all those on the list. Emotions were one thing and most certainly, his obligations were another. From his memories, the female named Valentina was last heard of from the moment she begged him to give birth to the last of the fallen one. At the same time, this was the second strike he had made going against the rules of being part of the Marine. As of now, the only lingering problem in his mind is the eerie silence presented by the infant. Clutching the child tighter, he quickened his pace towards his ship.
And...the drama begins, everything stemming from the mc's birth. I hope you can continue on the ride with me and the mc on her journey to the world of One Piece. Leave comments, critics, or love..if there are any... and lastly, until the next time!