Hello everyone! I haven't been around in a while and I felt like dying from shame after reading through my stuff from last decade. So I cleaned the whole account so I be re-writing some of my old fics and stuff, but I'll be writing new stories as well, of course. I have few things WIP but I start with this one.

Story includes some OCs, which all belong to me. Other characters as well as One Piece belong to Oda-sempai.

English is not my first language so I apologize the mistakes that I will most likely make.

I also have no beta atm so it's all up to my eyes ^^'

Please read and review ~

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Six years. It had taken six long years but the mission was finally completed. A pair of silver colored eyes studied the ornate signature in the sheet of paper she was holding; Kollane Ellen. She felt both relieved and plaintive to give up on her father's lifework.

"Having second thoughts?" Young man with blond wavy hair and scarred face asked. The paper was signed already but the boy knew exactly how deep connection the woman had towards her father's legacy. If she had regrets, Dragon would surely agree to cancel the contract.

She shook her head, her braided blond hair flicking from side to side. She had spent most of her life as a wanted criminal but the six years she had spent with her father's business; it wasn't something she enjoyed of. It was all done because of quilt and sense of duty. It was an end to a chapter she never expected or wished to be part of her life.

"My father always had the same ideals as your boss. I'm sure that compared to me the Revolutionary Army has way more interest and demand in terms of knowledge and goods that this contract will give you."

It was a good deal, it really was. In return Dragon would render her hometown any assistance if needed, which was highly unlikely, at least for now since the island was already protected by the strongest man in the world. But Ellen had always been a woman who needed a backup plan if something went wrong, which was probably the reason she had managed to survive most of her life in the New World. More importantly, no more paper work for her. Thank God.

The revolutionary took the contract and removed his top hat to prevent it from falling to the marble floor as he bowed to the woman. The deal would increase the versatility of their weaponry and it would give them access to information that government had kept as a secret for ages. "Dragon-san will be pleased. It is good to receive inside information from a person who had close ties to all the shady things that World Government wanted to sweep away from public."

Ellen smiled at the young revolutionary. Someone who didn't know better might have refused to make contracts with young brats like him or complained about Dragon sending a rookie to do important business but she didn't care. When he was at the age of the said boy, she had already survived a public execution and worked as a commander for one of the Emperors. "Dragon has way more influence and capability to make the change my father wished to happen while I have my own ambition. It is a pleasure to assist him to reach his goal."

The man put the contract into his bag before placing his hat back to his head. "So, am I allowed to ask how you are going to continue your life", he asked. He had hard time believing that Ellen would just continue to lay low for rest of her life.

She chuckled. Before she came to take over her father's business she framed her death in order to trick the World Government. She had quite a reputation and her 'death' made it much easier for her to infiltrate the black market and cooperate with the Revolutionary Army. If the navy had found out that she was still alive, they would have surely ordered something like Buster Call to her home island, like they did with Ohara. Or maybe an admiral would have been sent to deal with her personally.

"Well, Sabo. I think I'll go back to the life I had before my father's illness." She lifted her shirt to reveal a tattoo above her hipbone. Sure, if you didn't count the skin on her face, almost half of her body was inked. That particular tattoo, however, was her pride and joy; the symbol of the Whitebeard pirates. "Once a pirate, always a pirate."

The young revolutionary gasped silently as he stared the tattoo. Then a grin appeared to his face and he reached for his pocket to pick a piece of paper and gave it to the woman. "If you meet a guy named Ace, could you please give this to him?"

She blinked a couple times. First she thought it was a vivre card but after a moment of thinking she mentally slapped herself for being stupid. There was no way Dragon would take a risk of someone losing one which might lead into a situation where someone would find their hideout. No, it was a piece of paper with a Den Den Mushi number on it. Giving a phone number seemed stupid as hell, too, unless it was Sabo's personal one and untraceable like hers. It probably was.

"You know, my memory can be pretty short but I try to remember", she promised. The name sounded distantly familiar. She had probably read about the guy from a newspaper.

"That is all I wanted to hear." The young revolutionary waved a goodbye for the woman as he was escorted outside by two of Ellen's underlings.

After the boy was gone, Ellen reached for her snail phone and dialed the number that belonged to one of her closest friends. She knew there would be very little complains when she'd tell her former crew that she wanted to come back, but it felt like a good idea to warn them that the Antichrist herself was going to make a big comeback. Yet, at the same time she wanted to surprise the people she had called as 'family' for over two decades, which is why she called the one person that knew how to keep a secret...

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It had been little less than month since Ace was requested to become a commander for the second division. After he had asked Teach, who himself had refused to accept the spot several times in the past, and came to the conclusion no one was against it, he had agreed to replace the previous commander. He was still a little wary around some of the crew but there were also those who had become extremely important for him. People who made him feel more confident about himself and think less of his tainted bloodline and his stupid father. Like Marco. Especially Marco.

Speaking of Marco, the said blond was currently running his fingers through his wavy black hair, staring the freckle faced boy with lust filled eyes. Ace tightened his arms around Marco's waist and pressed his head against his bare chest. Yeah, he and Marco were quite close. More than crew mates or friends. Lovers.

Their relationship had been a bit of a shock for most of the crew (well, for Ace too; amazing how quickly you could just hit it of with someone and fall in love) because of the 'we are family' belief that was strong among the Whitebeard pirates. Sure, when you called your fellow crew mates brothers and sisters and then you slept with one, maybe it did sound a bit questionable. Most had gotten over their negative thoughts fairly fast, but whether the reason was acceptance, scolding received from Pops or getting kicked to the face by Marco, that was a mystery. It was most likely a combination of all three.

"Marco..." Ace turned to face the blond, warm smile on his face. He tried to look as sweet and innocent as possible but Marco knew better. It might have worked if the boy next to him wasn't all naked and sweaty but in reality Ace was a horny boy and despite his young age, a beast in bed. "... the dinner won't be served quite yet, wanna go again." There it was again; that teasing whisper that drove the blond crazy.

"Can't say no to you, yoi." Marco pulled the raven-haired boy on top of him. As much as he loved it when the boy was laying beneath him, begging him to fuck him harder, it was just as satisfying to let Ace have full control of the situation. Ace was really creative when it came to sex and the boy had taught him several positions he could have never believed to work. He was really going to enjoy this.

Purupurupuru

Or maybe not.

"Don't answer." Ace wasn't asking, he was demanding.

For a moment Marco was planning to ignore the annoying sound coming from the Den Den Mushi and focus on the commander on top of him but then he realized it wasn't the one on top of his drawer. As a commander Marco had a snail phone he used on the missions to contact his subordinates, to call to a fellow commander if assistance was needed or to give Whitebeard a report of the said mission. Marco had another phone, for private use, which he rarely used. He originally got it to keep contact to his friends who weren't members of the crew but most of them had stopped calling him years ago. Needless to say, he was more than curious to figure out who was bothering him.

Ace frowned as Marco pushed him aside to reach the stupid phone that was under his bed. He picked the phone and answered it with annoyed voice: "Who's this, yoi."

"Whoa, is that a way to greet a friend", a harsh female voice spoke, pretending to sound offended. "You sound pissed."

"Ellen!? Sorry, you just picked a bad time to call." Marco was slightly surprised by the caller and felt little less annoyed. He wanted to make the woman feel guilty about the disturbance, though. "You just cock-blocked me, yoi." Marco wasn't sure but a cough he heard from the Den Den Mushi implied that Ellen had been either drinking or eating during the call and was now choking because of his honest, blunt answer.

It took a moment before the coughing stopped. She was laughing. "You are getting laid? Good for you birdbrain." Marco rolled his eyes but he had to confess that he missed the teasing he always got from her. Sure, other commanders loved to make him feel uncomfortable but only Thatch was able to reach same heights with Ellen. Ace crawled closer to his lover, curious about the caller. He didn't remember ever hearing her name and the fact that she used the term 'birdbrain' without annoying the blond too bad meant they were probably close. Former lover maybe? Or just a friend?

"Why are you calling me, yoi? If I ever want to talk to you I have to call you myself. You just always gossip with Izo and Haruta." She had been one of his best friends for years but if he wanted to talk with her, it was up to him to contact her.

"We don't gossip!" She argued. "We just swap information whether my man is faithful for me or not!" So she was taken. Ace felt little less jealous about the mysterious caller. "But I called to tell you that I'm done with my work. I'll be there in two weeks. Just need to gather some crew first."

Marco blinked, tightening his grip around the speaker. "You're coming here?"

"Yes."

"To stay or..."

"Yes."

Marco didn't know what to say. At the same time he was both terrified and excited. The gossip ring would expand but at the same time the only person who had any control over Thatch (not counting their captain, of course) and his shenanigans was coming back. "Have you told anyone else about this?"

"Nope", was the answer. "And I'd rather keep it that way. I want to make a big entrance and shock everyone! I know you need to tell the old man for safety reasons but I'd be really happy if this was a secret between the three of us." Since Ace had kept his mouth shut during the call and the woman wasn't aware of his presence there would actually be four people who knew. Not that it mattered. Marco knew Ace would not be spilling the beans if he just asked him nicely.

"Is this really about surprising the others or is there a hidden agenda, yoi?" Marco had a feeling he knew what this all was about.

"How come you can read me so well?" It was more of a statement than question. They had known each other for a long time, after all. "Let's just say that I have some plans regarding Thatch, but if I can surprise everyone, that's a bonus."

So predictable. "Pops will be happy. He really misses you, yoi. We all do." After Ellen had left, there had been a massive wave of depression on Mody Dick. It had taken months before the chaos had settled down entirely. Haruta had cried about a week, non-stop, because loosing her dear sister.

"Miss you too." Marco could hear that she was getting all teary eyed. It was odd to hear her getting all sentimental. "I need to go educate some brats before I set sail so I gotta go. See you soon, birdie. I'll give you another call next week."

The call was cut of and Marco tossed the Den Den Mushi on the floor. He noticed the weird look on Ace's face – the boy was still observing the Den Den Mushi – was he jealous or just annoyed that the damn machine totally ruined the mood and his chances to have some sinfully amazing sex? "Marco... who was that?" Yep, the boy was having his not so rare moment of insecurity and self-doubt.

Marco countered the raven's question with his own. "Have you ever seen Thatch get a proper punishment for being a moron, yoi?" Ace shook his head. He had no idea what Marco was talking about. "Well, you will soon..."

XXX

Being the first decision commander and all, Marco was often the one to be summoned to go see their captain when he needed something. That's why no one payed any attention to the blond who casually headed to speak with Pops. Luckily the nurses who were making their usual tests regarding captain's health were just leaving and Marco could talk with his old man without any disturbance.

Whitebeard smiled when he saw his son to come in. Marco was the type who didn't usually show much emotions but hid them behind his lazy gaze. There were only few people around who could truly read the man's expressions and Whitebeard happened to be one of them. He was able to tell how the blond struggled to hide his excitement. "I have a feeling something good has happened to you. Is it about Ace?"

Marco grinned. Ace had really lighten up his life on many ways but he didn't come here to share details about his sex life. It was enough of a nuisance when Izo, Thatch and on occasion, Haruta would ask him awkward questions about the said subject. "Actually, I just talked with Ellen, yoi. Said she's coming to see us. And she intends to stay, yoi."

"When?" Whitebeard couldn't believe what he was hearing. When the girl had left she had told him 'I'll be back, I promise', but it had been years and Whitebeard had given up all hope to get back his original second division commander. Well, he had just given Ace the said position and he hoped that the impulsive, hotheaded woman would not get upset when she would hear that her rank would drop. It had been six long years, after all.

"Within two weeks, yoi." The woman hadn't been able to give him exact day because there was no telling if there were to be any delays like marines or other pirates. She wanted to lay low until she'd return to Moby Dick. "Promised to give me other call next week, yoi."

"Go inform rest of the crew, son. We need to throw a welcoming party for her." Whitebeard pirates were not like most crews out there but they definitely loved to party.

Marco who was always extremely obedient but this time he shook his head. "She wanted to keep it as a secret, yoi."

There was a moment of awkward silence but then Whitebeard boomed into laughter. "Guararara, is it because of Thatch!?" Marco gave a mischievous grin to his captain.

"Yup, because of Thatch..."

XXX

"This sucks"

"So boring"

Four teenagers, two boys and girls, lounged in the freshly cut grass, staring the sky because finding shapes from clouds was more interesting than watching the grass to grow. Not by a big margin but still. Ellen had called them to come and see her but since she was still in the middle of some business, the kids were forced to wait outside.

"If this is another of her lectures how we are too young to become pirates, I'll cut her up!" One of the two girls whined. Her green eyes were circled by pink eyeliner and white eye shadow. Her lips were painted with the same shade of red as her long, straight hair.

"You tried that many times in the past, Heidi. How many wounds have you given her," the older teen boy mocked, knowing the answer. None. The former pirate had tried to make them drop their dreams about piracy for years but since the quartet was too stubborn to give up on their dream to sail the seas, the middle-aged rogue had decided to teach them some combat skills with two of her former partners-in-crime. They'd be free to go on their own adventures when they'd be able to hold their own against her.

"Well, my mom would let me go but as long as you keep getting your butts kicked by Ellen, mom and Darya, we ain't going nowhere", the other girl, a blond with massive, curly hair that was decorated with dozens of ribbons, spoke. Her blue eyes stopped to stare the boy who had yet to speak.

The said boy frowned at the girl's obvious attempt to put the blame on him. His brown hair was flipped to the left and his silver orbs stared back to the blue ones. "Not my fault that you got the cool parents."

"What the hell are you saying, Theon?" The other teenage boy asked with shock. "You have, like the most epic parents ever." The black haired boy started to list all the things that he loved about Theon's parents, both adoptive and biological ones. At this point everyone else just rolled their eyes because they had heard this hundreds of times before. "...and your mom has a bakery and all the cakes that don't get sold, you can just eat them!"

"I think it's good that we get proper training, though", the blond confessed. They were in the New World and heading to the sea with only four people who couldn't even beat the right hand (wo)man of a former Emperor commander would be a suicide. They all were just now reaching the age where their development would be highest and receiving some tough lessons from New World veterans was great help.

"I know, Dorothea!" The red-head, Heidi, although she agreed with her friend, couldn't help but to be annoyed because of the situation. It was irritating enough when her mom was the type to make a fuss about everything and then there was miss Kollane who was overprotective as hell. She was eighteen and definitely didn't need a babysitter anymore.

"We just need to be patient. Hans managed to disarm Ida yesterday and would have beaten her if he just avoided her hypnosis trap." Theon had had a hopeful feeling for quite sometime now. They were all improving with great pace and it was only a matter of a time before they'd get their first victory. Well, Dorothea, although youngest of the bunch, was the strongest and had defeated Ida few times already. Ellen had argued that it didn't count since she defeated her mother only because Ida didn't want to go all out against her only child. It was a crappy excuse but didn't change the fact that the other three had yet to achieve anything that would impress the former commander. "If we aren't real pirates before my seventeenth birthday, I'll go and join the Revos", he defied.

"That would be a real shame."

The quartet turned around to see a familiar pair of ridiculously high heels that belonged to no other than the ex-pirate Ellen herself. The woman, loyal to her fairly unique style, was wearing a garland that was made of thorns on her blond, braided hair. Wide strip of green makeup run through her face,surrounding her darkly lined eyes, ending just below her two silver piercings next to her brows. Her black tights were ripped and her brownish-green miniskirt was decorated with belt that was made of red roses. Her army styled shirt was left open, showing of the band of black fabric that covered her breasts and her fit torso that was covered with tattoos. In addition she had her unique accessories that were made of wood, flowers, leafs and roots.

Heidi gave a mean look to the woman before she spoke: "What do you want? Why are we here?" She made no effort to hide the negative feelings she had towards the blond who seemed to give zero crap about the way she was addressed. Then again, sailing the seas for so long she probably had learned to ignore bad manners ages ago.

Silver orbs studied all the four youngsters, wide smile on black lips. "You always go on and on how you want to be pirates. I've decided that if you still, like you probably do, want to become pirates, I'm not stopping you."

The level of shock among the teens after Ellen's words was so high that you couldn't possibly measure it. There had to be a catch – there was no way that the woman who had yapped years of how they should do something else with their life would suddenly just change her mind.

"That is if you decide to come with me."

They knew it! It would have been too good to be true.

"Are you telling us that you are leaving?" First Hans felt really upset about the idea of his mentor leaving, but that feeling lasted only few seconds since he realized that the woman he admired and who had inspired him to become a pirate in the first place was asking him to join her crew!

"I have no reason to be here. I came to fix things with my father and now that I'm done I want to go back to the people that are dearest to me." She noticed a slight amount of hurt in the eyes of both Theon and Heidi, which made her realize the mistake she did. "That is if you come with me. I'd like to have all of you around which is why I'm asking you to join me."

"I'm in!" Dorothea announced as she jumped up. She had lived her whole life, just like her friends, on this god forsaken island. It was a calm and nice place but she wanted action. She was a daughter of a pirate after all and the will and desire to go on adventures was in her blood.

Hans followed her example, flailing his arms as he bounced with excitement. Heidi on the other hand looked disgusted at the idea of going with the woman. She glared at her, anger and hatred glowing from her green eyes. "If we refuse and you go, you are no longer able to control us. You leave and we leave after you – as a crew of our own." Yep, the only reason they were still there was Ellen. With her gone no one could tell them what to do anymore.

She was probably expecting Ellen to start an argument with her or at least hear her friends agree with her and drop the offer they received from the soon-to-be-a-pirate-again. But there was no response. Instead Theon asked a question she never expected to hear from his mouth. "When you say you go back to the people you love the most... you mean the Whitebeard pirates, right?" Ellen gave him a warm smile as she nodded.

Theon bit his lip. He knew just how much Heidi detested Ellen but he also knew that they might not get very far without her. And then there were all his mixed and personal emotions that made it hard for him to think spending time with the pirate. "I'll come too", he blurted out, ignoring all the things that his brain tried to tell him and went with the flow instead. He could hear something break and he was sure it was Heidi's sanity. She'd give him hell next time they'd be alone.

"Well, I come too, then. But only because my friends are morons", the red head spatted, crossing her arms and trying to stare a hole through Ellen's forehead. Unfortunately it didn't work.

The pirate ignored her bad behavior once again and clapped her hands together. "Wonderful", she laughed happily. "But there is one more thing." All four youngsters froze. "Heidi is eighteen already so technically she can do what she wants and Ida has made it clear that she wants Dorothea to come with me." She kept a slow pause as she placed her hands on the shoulders of the two boys, "But you two are underage, which means that you can come if your parents allow you to."

Her words were not enough to stop Hans from beaming happily. He was a bit of a spoiled brat and could ask anything from his parents. Theon on the other hand looked like someone he cared about had just died.

"Fuck"

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So, this was the first chapter. Not many things happening here but I wanted to introduce all the brats and show a bit of the relationships that they have with Ellen. And then there was the appearance of Sabo, which may lead into a situation where Ace finds out he's alive. When that happens, who knows.

Anyway, I hope you liked the chapter and if you spot mistakes feel free to point them out because my English ain't perfect.