This is my second Fanfic I publish and this time it is not a one shot. I got some chapters finished already, but I won't upload them all yet.
I decided to write it, so you read it from the main characters view. It's hard to write like that, so I'm sorry for some errors and grammar failure, there might be. Nobody's perfect though.
I hope you'll enjoy it.
I do not own One Piece or the characters. I only own the main character (OC).
Water. It was what I felt. I could hear the ocean. Water against the beach. Water on my legs. I was too tired to open my eyes. Didn't know or understood why I was lying on a beach. Didn't know where I was or how I got here. Just wanted to sleep. Footsteps. Deep. A man I guess. Someone was coming. Someone sat down beside me, felt my slow pulse. His fingers so warm against my cold body. A hand on my forehead. So warm. Can't move or open my eyes. Can only breathe. Slowly. He turns me and lifted me up. Where is he bringing me? Is he talking to me? Don't know.
A bed. When did I get in a bed? Weren't we walking? Did I fell asleep in his arms? So strong arms and so comfortable. I can move know. My body feels warmer. So comfortable bed. I can feel someone in the room. I can hear someone breathe. Where am I? Need to open my eyes. I opened them and blinked a few times. I was in a four-poster bed. A king-size. Steps to my right and I turned my head.
"You're awake?" a deep voice said.
Yellow eye clash into mine. A man in a white shirt that was open at the top, jeans which were hold up by a belt. Missing a button. He stood beside the bed. Where had I seen those eyes before? Can't remember. Don't want to. I close my eyes again.
A hand on my forehead, so warm. I smiled a little. I feel safe. No more running. Wait was I running? From whom? Who was I? I open my eyes in shock. What was going on? Where were my bullies? Those who used to call me names, making my fall and cry myself to sleep every night? A show. I've seen his eyes in the anime I started to watch. What was his name again?
"Are you alright?" he asks.
I open my eyes again. No sound of concern in his voice or in his eyes. Only neutral eyes. How can someone have that kind of eyes? Somehow cold. He was still having his hand on my forehead. I can feel my tears and despair. I'm all alone. Like always, now in a world that shouldn't exist and I'm with a cold man.
"Kid?" His voice wondering.
"No," I said in a confused and sad voice.
"Feel cold?" he asks.
"Yes," I replied.
He nodded and left the room, leaving with my thoughts. I'm a kid. I'm 12 years old, afraid, weak and lonely. No parents. I lived in an orphanage. No one wanted to adopt me. Got bullied at school because of it. No friends at all. Some kids started to watch this Japanese anime called One Piece. I watched it with them. About a kid called Luffy who wants to be king of pirates. Silly dream, but he also had no parents; still he was strong and independent. At least he had friends and adults that, cared for him, even if they weren't with him.
I smell chicken. The man came with a bowl. Chicken soup. I sat up and ate slowly. It was hot, but it warmed me up. Feeling warmer than before. Can I stay in this world? Can I get friends? Can someone love me? Is it allowed for an orphan like me?
"Did it help?" he asked.
"Yes. Thanks," I said quietly.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"I …," I stopped.
Was it possible to forget ones name? Remember the bad life, but forgetting the name? Or did I simply not want to remember? Was it because I wanted a new name? So I could start over? Was I allowed to do that?
"You can't remember?" Yellow eyes looking with curiosity.
"I don't want to remember," I mumbled.
"How old are you?" he asked.
"12 years," I said.
"Where do you come from?"
"I lived at an orphanage," I said.
"No parents?" he asked.
I shook my head, feeling tears burning in my eyes. Don't want to cry, but the pain I feel in my heart is so strong. The loneliness and helplessness. I want to have a family. Want to have friends. Want to be strong.
"From now on you're my daughter. Dracule Keiko," he said.
I looked at him. His eyes have softened a bit. He strokes my chin. Now the tears are falling. Those who had burned in them before. Was this real? Or was it just a dream? A dream from seeing this show and wanting to be a part of it.
"Why?" I ask.
"You seem to need a family and I found you on my beach. I do believe in faith," he said.
"Can I call you 'dad' then?" I asked.
He smiled slightly. The first smile.
"Of course. You're my daughter now," he said.
"Dracule Keiko … I do like the sound to that," I said and smiled.
"I'm Dracule Mihawk, nicknamed 'Hawkeye'," he said.
"Do you need to know?" I asked.
"Know what?"
"About my past?" I asked nervously.
"No need for that. I only care for your present and your future. You seem to have a good immune System. Even though you were cold to the bone, you don't seem to catch a cold. I don't want to take a risk though, so you're staying in the bed for today. The bathroom is over there," he said and pointed to a door.
"I have my own bathroom?" I asked.
"Yes. Tomorrow I'll show you around in your new home. And later we're going shopping. You need some clothes and basic stuff. I can't have my daughter going around looking like an orphan," he said.
I smiled and felt happy. My dream came true. I got a home and a father. I have a place to call home. Never did I feel this happy. I could endure his distance love. He wasn't a man that showed his feelings, but he liked me. Tears felt down my cheeks.
"Dad? I want to become strong. Never is anyone going to bully me again," I said.
His eyes narrowed, as I said bully. He then strokes me gentle on the chin.
"I'm the strongest swordsman in the world. I'll make you a strong swordswoman if you want. No one shall ever pick on you and until you're strong enough to take your own battles, I'll make them pay for bulling you," he said.
I hugged him. No one had ever stood up to me. No one had ever talked like that to me. Like my life was something worth. He pulled me closer to him, so I could feel his breathe against my ear. It tickles a little. His arms were so strong and I felt secure and loved.
"You're safe now. I won't let you down," he whispered.
I looked at my image in the big mirror. I was a rather skin girl. My hair was long and red, my eyes blue with a tone of violet. I had a sad and boring look, but dad would help me become a beauty. I smiled a little and it helped on the image.
I know it's not long, but I like stories and chapters that isn't to long. Later they might become a bit longer. I don't go for a specific length for all my chapters.
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