Author's Note: Thank you so much for checking out KKL! Now, this is a story that I started writing around two years ago. You may know it from Quizilla, but I have decided to re-post it here. Please forgive any errors in the writing. My writing abilities have increased dramatically since two years ago, so this story will only get better and better when it comes to writing style as I continue to post up to the more recent chapters. I have revised it slightly and I plan on revising every chapter a bit, but I can't change too much. I hope you are still able to enjoy it.

This is rated M due to future violence and such.

This will be OCxLuffy, but the romance is very slow. You can't rush these things in ANY story-especially with Luffy, where it is nearly impossible. Also, Hisoka (my OC) does seem Mary Sue at the start of this chapter. But that is cleared up quickly. I'm just trying to show how she is seen. Anyway, enough of my rambling, please read on!


"Hisoka-san, Hisoka-san!" A young woman gently turned her head to the side, smiling ever so softly at the grinning male that approached her side. His smile warmed her heart and widened her own. "How are you, Hisoka-san?"

"Have you not seen the sky outside?" she questioned happily. "It is a gorgeous day, how could I be anything less than ecstatic?" Gazing out one of her large widows for only a moment longer, Hisoka turned back to her friend. Her eyes filled with a gentle aura as she reached out and softly brushed her fingers through the young boy's hair. His hair was bright red, his eyes the color of a dead ocean. Only fourteen years of age, this boy had much to learn before he could become a man. Hisoka was the happiest girl alive to know she could spare him from the horrors of the world outside her Happy Island. "And the ones I cherish so deeply are smiling," she spoke. "You know how happy that makes me, Tara-kun."

Tara looked to the side to hide his pleased smile. She giggled gently at his shy showing of embarrassment. "I should be the one asking you how you are, Tara-kun. Why are you not out helping your papa? You know I would never turn you away, but you always seem so content working in the fields with him. Is there something troubling you, Tara-kun? Do you need my help?" Tara was tall for his age, looming over Hisoka's 5'5" height by one or two inches. He didn't have to bow his head to meet her eyes, though. He felt his chest throb gently when he focused his attention on her sweet eyes. He knew from looking into her true eyes before that their color was beautiful, much more beautiful than the color of the contacts she wore to cover them up. Of course, they were expertly colored to match the color of her eyes exactly, but nothing could ever compare to the real thing.

Hisoka had light brown hair that was gently curled, hanging voluminously over her shoulders. Wispy bangs gently brushed over her eyebrows. Her skin was a warm cream color and her cheeks were decorated with a gentle flush of pink. Yet, her eyes were the most beautiful part of her being. Anybody would agree. Their island was tiny, but it was Hisoka's most treasured place. It consisted of only several dozen villagers, but they were all as happy as could be. Of course, that was all Hisoka's doing.

"Tara-kun?" Hisoka urged gently when Tara paused.

Tara let out a loud laugh, shaking his head at her worried expression. "I'm fine, I'm fine, Hisoka-san! You know we always will be as long as we have you around." Hisoka responded with a soft smile. Those words always pleased her. "I came to inform you that it seems like we have visitors. They are coming in a large boat, and they are advancing pretty quickly. They look like pirates to us." Hisoka's smile fell for a split second before she regained her composure. "Please don't worry, though, Hisoka-san. We would never let them lay a hand on you. And there is only one ship, and it doesn't seem to be large enough to hold many men."

Hisoka nodded gently. "We should go greet them, then, shouldn't we? Come, Tara-kun, let us go." Tara grinned and nodded. It was always hard to tell what Hisoka was feeling deep down inside. It was easiest for the villagers to believe that she was always very happy and that the only thing that displeased her was anything that attempted to disrupt their island's happiness.

"Come on, Hisoka-san, I'll escort you!"

Hisoka laughed aloud. "What a gentleman you are, Tara-kun! You are sure to find yourself a wonderful wife."

"You think so?" Tara asked. Hisoka nodded enthusiastically. Tara offered his arm to her and Hisoka accepted it as they both allowed themselves to get lost in the joyous laughter.

Tara and his father had ventured to their island two years ago, right after Tara's younger sister and mother died of a disease that wiped out the majority of his town. Hisoka was sure she would never be able to forget the sight of them rowing up onto shore, a man in his thirties clutching a young boy in his arms, begging for the help of the saint that they had heard resided here. Tara was refusing to eat or drink. He wanted to go be with the rest of his family. The boy was pale, his cheeks were flushed, and his body was covered in a thick sweat. The sight was shocking. Hisoka cried for the first few nights they stayed here. Every day she would go and help him remember happiness, but each time it was never enough to last until morning. The sight broke her heart. She knew that it wasn't right to grant miracles with her power, to just bestow happiness upon them until they forgot all their troubles. No matter how much she wanted to make it so that the boy could smile immediately, she had to take it slow. People had to work through things like this. If they didn't, the pain would forever haunt them. After weeks of her therapy, the family of two was healed and settled down in her town. They were accepted with open arms. Everyone always was.

As they descended further into her town, they were halted by a surprising sight. A woman in her late fifties and a boy in his thirties were running towards them. The woman donned an apron over her forest green dress, the boy dressed in the causal waiter's uniform for the local diner. As they drew closer, Hisoka freed herself from Tara's grip and rushed towards them.

"Darla-san, Leeko-kun!" Hisoka found herself supporting a gasping Darla as Leeko only appeared to be slightly short of breath. Hisoka's heart clenched in her chest. Her two close friends weren't smiling. They were far from happy. "What's wrong? Please, speak to me, one of you." Her eyes widened as she wiped some sweat from Darla's brow. The woman was nowhere close to being in her top physical shape. "Please, don't stress yourself so much, Darla-san, I beg of you." Darla nodded, slowly returning to her normal composure, her plump cheeks calming their flush.

"Oh, Hisoka-san, there are pirates in the diner. They are speaking of you, as well." Darla reached up and swept back the hair that had fallen from her neat bun. "Oh, it's awful. I couldn't stand to be in the same building as them."

"We came to request permission to be rid of them, Hisoka-san," Leeko butted in. He reached out, giving Hisoka a thankful glance before removing his mother from her arms. "They are talking about rumors that have been spread about you, and they don't deserve to meet you."

"Leeko-kun, please keep a better eye on your mother. She can't strain herself so much, it is bad for her health." Hisoka brushed off her dress as she spoke to them, not making eye contact. Her heart trembled in her chest. She was avoiding his words—it was an act of weakness and worry.

"Hisoka-san, please listen to me. People like them shouldn't be on this island." Leeko knew he was speaking for many of the villagers that appreciated Hisoka so much.

"Don't be so hasty to say such things about others. Have they harmed anyone?" Hisoka crossed her arms over her chest as she spoke. She hated moments like these. She hated the things that they forced her to think of and the pain they made her endure. But, still, every expression that came on her face was accompanied by some type of soft smile. It was just normal.

"No, but their words are just—"

"Emotionally distraught people say cruel things, Leeko-kun. You and everyone else on this island should know that. But everyone deserves a chance at happiness." Leeko opened his mouth, his eyes narrowing, but Hisoka flicked her head to the side and stared at him. Her face wasn't angered, it never was, and her normal soft smile still remained. "Please, if you are still having issues, come to me later. I promise to explain things to you and anyone else. But, they may have come in search of happiness. I wish to share with them what I can. Not doing so would make me a selfish woman." Of course Hisoka didn't want to have to say those words. She wished, at times like these, that she wasn't this perfect being in the eyes of so many, because if she wasn't then she would have been able to dash into the diner and kick out all those that were disturbing her peace.

"N-Never, Hisoka-san! We would never think such things of you!"

Hisoka nodded earnestly towards Darla. She quickly turned around and eyed Tara. "Tara-kun, accompany me to the diner, if you wish. Either way, I must go. It's very important that we greet our visitors." They would think she was so happy to see these pirates, like they were close family friends. Her smile was always believable, even at times like these. But the heart that throbbed so furiously just beneath the cover her dress knew otherwise.

"H-Hisoka-san, I'm sorry, I didn't realize they would be here so quickly I–I–I…." Tara was hushed automatically when Hisoka turned around quickly and cupped his face in her hands, apply gentle force to make him look at her—to make him hear.

"Please, Tara-kun. You did nothing wrong. You shouldn't be feeling anything but happiness." Hisoka felt a sudden pain in her chest as her sentence cut short with her breath and she turned on her heels. She fled down the hill as quickly as she could with a knitted brow, one foot in front of the other, heels leaving imprints in the soft ground. As she rushed, her smile dropped. Nobody could catch a good look of her face at this time, she knew. She honestly wasn't sure what she was going to do when she met these people that were invading her island. She knew that it was wrong, but she was angry with them. They must have done something to make it so that her friends were approaching her with anything other than a smile and tales of happiness.

Hisoka didn't know what she would do if their happiness was interrupted. She never knew. So, as she ran, Hisoka ignored the shouts from some of the villagers she passed. It was only a few minutes, she knew, but she still felt horribly guilty for realizing that there were tears pooling in her eyes. She felt so horribly selfish for noticing how she wanted to reach out in front of her and grab the air to grasp for an answer as she ran far past the diner and far past everything. She was so thankful that she had enough willpower to keep these secrets from revealing themselves. If anyone ever saw her cry over something as tiny as this, Hisoka had no idea what she would do. Any error on her part was just something that couldn't be undone.

"Hey, what's wrong with all the people in here? They're all staring at us." The eyes of the speaker flicked around underneath pressed-down brows, jumping from glower to glower to glower. "Isn't everyone here supposed to be happy?"

"Yeah, yeah, that's what the rumors say."

"Maybe you got your information wrong, Zoro." The boy speaking stuffed more soup-soaked bread and chunks of meat down his throat and swallowed with a grin before responding. "Everyone here seems really angry! They look ugly to me."

"Idiot! Don't say such things out loud. We're not here to start fights with them. They haven't even served us all our food yet." The orange-haired woman obviously looked ready to lean over and smack the boy across the face, but tried to regain her composure. She didn't know what would send these glowers that surrounded them morphing into shouts of anger.

"Hey—wait, you're right!" It took him a second to realize that it was true, and he quickly grew frustrated. The dark-haired boy shoved more food down his throat before whining out, "I'm hungry!" A green-haired man, supposedly Zoro, scoffed. A boy with an extremely long nose suddenly turned his head after downing a large glass of water and finishing off his plate of fish.

"Hey, Zoro, tell us more about this girl."

"I don't know that much about her," Zoro grumbled nonchalantly, carelessly sinking into his seat and yawning. He seemed to be forcing the words forward, like he would much rather be sleeping than conversing with them. "Just what the rumors say."

"Come on, then, just tell us about the rumors," the long-nosed boy urged. "I don't mind them."

"You wouldn't, they're awfully similar to lies," the girl in the group commented as she worked to down the rest of her soup, having to nudge to away from the dark-haired boy when he reached out for it, yearning to fill the black hole that replaced his stomach.

Zoro rolled his eyes, eating some more of his meal before he shared what he knew, sounding as though he was reading from a script that he didn't care too much for. "They say that she can send an entire army of pirates to their knees with just one glance. Any man that looks into her eyes is doomed to never leave this island because he will become addicted to what happens to him once he does." Zoro took a few gulps of his drink before leaning back in the seat, allowing it to teeter on just the back legs. "They say she can make a person feel the devil's pleasure by looking them in the eyes. It's so extreme that they can't give it up. Then again, these are just rumors."

"How did rumors like those start?"

"Maybe she just likes to have sex," the girl commented with a shrug of her shoulders, crossing her arms over her chest and resting against the back of her chair, having finished her meal. "Maybe she just knows how to use what she's got to get what she wants." The three boys that accompanied her turned their heads and stared at her, almost expecting her not to be serious. Before any of them could respond, a waitress approached and slammed a bowl of bread down on the center of their table.

"Please excuse the delay in your food, the chef will be absent for a few moments." The woman's words were seeping with badly controlled anger. Her hands were shaking, her brow furrowed, her lips pressed tightly together. She seemed like at any second she would explode into pieces, maybe shatter like broken glass.

"Hey, lady, do you know where we can find the Devil-Pleasure Lady?" The waitress's eyes were almost bugging out of her head as she began to sweat after hearing his words. Her breath felt terribly hot in her mouth. Her trembling hands were tightening into fists at her sides. Similar rage seemed to be infecting everyone else in the diner. It was thick enough to suffocate.

"Luffy, why do you even want to find her?" the girl of the group asked.

"Well, I wanna figure out how that rumor started," Luffy said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "There has to be something interesting about her if there is a rumor like that. Especially if other people are after her, right?" The other three in his group nodded their heads slowly. It was the truth. Luffy gave them a grin some of them considered to be stupid and looked back to the seething waitress, "So, where is she? We know she lives here."

"How dare you speak of—!" The waitress, who had finally let her anger slip, was cut off by a cheery, gentle voice and the sudden whispers of the rest of the people in the diner.

"H-Hisoka-san…."

"Hisoka-chan!"

"…H-Hisoka-san, welcome."

"Why does everyone look so distraught?" Hisoka entered the diner, a smile on her face that was bright enough to cause some of the people in the diner to smile softly at her. Her overflowing personality sliced right through the rage that filled the diner. Nobody ever would have guessed that she ran here as fast as she could. She was so calm, so cool, so collected—so familiar and right to them but strange and out of place to the pirates. She came to a stop next to the table filled with the newcomers. She glanced at them, her smile never faltering in the slightest. "Having visitors on our island is such a wonderful thing, we should all be overjoyed." Hisoka quickly turned to face the group of four. To show respect, she gently bowed her head.

"Thank you so much for coming to our island. We welcome you. It is quite rare for us to have to have such lively guests with such healthy appetites. My name is—"

"Hisoka-chan, Hisoka-chan!" Hisoka stopped her speech and turned around in a quick circle as two children rushed around her feet, clutching and hiding in the skirt of her dress. "Hisoka-chan, don't speak to them!" Two young boys and a younger girl were all begging to her in unison. Her smile diminished slightly, though it was still easily visible. "They're mean, Hisoka-chan, they'll be mean to you!"

"C-Children—"

"No, Hisoka-chan! No, they were calling you names, they're mean!" The little boy with blond hair stared up at Hisoka with begging eyes before turning to make faces at the group of visitors.

"Yeah, yeah, it was so bad! They're bad people! Let's leave!" The child with dark purple hair turned his head and glared at the group. He started to tug backwards on Hisoka's dress, scolding the group of four. "Don't even look at Hisoka-chan's eyes! You don't deserve to feel that nice!"

"They called you a Devil-Lady, Hisoka-chan! A Devil-Lady! They're mean, mean, mean! Let them just be mean by themselves, Hisoka-chan! Listen to Hukuko-kun, he's right, let's leave!" The little girl joined in on pulling at her dress. She turned and glared at the four before her. "Meanies!" she yapped. "Why did you even come here? Go away, we were all happy enough without—" Hisoka leaned down and picked up the little girl, running her fingers through her hair. The speech of the three children stopped, as did the tugging on her gown.

"You shouldn't say things like that, Eri-chan. You know better. Even if you do think that they are mean—"

The little girl cut her off by instantaneously bursting into hysterical tears. "They a-a-all get a ch-chance at h-happiness! I knowwww! But– But– But—They said—they said!" Suddenly, her words were cut off by a burst of movement from one of the strangers. Before Hisoka could say a single word, a boy with dark hair and a big mouth, who had a scar under his eye and wore flip-flops on his feet, was standing up and stretching his neck a little bit too far until he was staring directly into Hisoka's eyes. And all Hisoka did was stare right back. Stunning green and simple black collided. The whole diner was silent, aside from Eri's not-so-quiet sniffles. Everything was entirely still. The gentle smile on Hisoka's face grew in size, yet the expression on the boy's face never changed at all. It was unnerving, to say the least.

The silence that swept over the diner when Eri's sobs suddenly halted was shocking. But neither the boy nor Hisoka moved an inch. Suddenly, Eri let out a quick cry that caused Hisoka to flinch. Her lips parted to ask her what was wrong, yet she found it hard to withhold a grin from forming when, with a burst of energy, Eri reached out and slammed her tiny palms over the boy's eyes. "I said–I—I said—I said don't look!" Her words were struggling to be heard through her sobs, but they were audible enough to everyone. Hisoka took a step back from the male, taking Eri's hands with her as the diner erupted in soft waves of stifled laughter and dancing giggles. The children at her feet were laughing the hardest as Eri gripped Hisoka's shoulder tightly with a harsh pout. Hisoka glanced over her shoulder, seeing the child's mother standing behind her. Hisoka gladly handed Eri off to her mother before giving all of her attention back to the group.

"Eh, Zoro, that should have been long enough, right?" The boy who had stared her down was questioning the man with green hair. He responded with a shrug and a nod.

"So? How do you feel?" the one with an extremely long nose croaked.

"Disappointed!" the boy shouted with a frown. He turned and looked back at Hisoka, whose smile had never left. "Hey, if you're the girl, do the thing with your eyes. If not, then help us find her."

Hisoka laughed softly. "Who are you four, and what is ailing you so terribly that you don't believe you can find happiness on your own?"

"I'm Monkey D. Luffy! I'm going to be the next Pirate King, and I am working on finding my pirate crew. I'm not ailing at all, I just think that a power like the ones in the rumors sounds really cool and powerful, and that person should join my crew."

Hisoka nodded her head. "And the other three?"

"They're my pirate crew: Zoro, Nami, and Usopp. They're not ailing with anything, either."

"Well, I apologize." Though she was apologizing to them, the smile on her face still made Hisoka seem bright and cheery. It was considered creepy by the newcomers, but the rest of the residents would have gone into a horrible panic if her expression held anything other than content emotions. "I hope you enjoy your stay here on Happy Island, but following you and leaving this island is something I cannot commit to. You're certainly welcome to st—"

"Why not?" Luffy whined loudly, cutting her off without another thought. "We're all really strong! It'll be fun!"

"I have to stay here with my cherished people," Hisoka explained after letting out a silent sigh so she could regain the composure that he had cut off so rudely.

"How do we even know that you're really the rumored girl?" Zoro asked out indifferently.

"Yeah, Luffy said that nothing happened when he looked in your eyes. That doesn't match the rumors."

Still keeping up her smile, Hisoka explained, "It just doesn't work that way."

Luffy once again went to speak, but was interrupted by another child. "Mama, Mama, where's Eri? Mama?" Hisoka looked over her shoulder. The elder woman shook her head and yet another child quickly gave an explanation.

"Eri-chan said she was so angry at the big-eyed boy for saying mean things about Hisoka-chan that she was going to wreck his ship and take all of his treasure." Several shocks of loud, hearty laughter echoed through the diner.

"That little girl always was such a pick-pocket!" her mother howled happily.

"That little brat!" Nami shouted, standing to her feet and slamming her hands down on the tabletop. She turned her body towards the exit. "I don't care if she's a little girl, I worked hard for that—"

A sharp scream pierced the air around them. And for a second, the world froze. And after that second, Hisoka's smile was gone. When her smile vanished, it was as if the surface of this joyful island crumbled into a million pieces, revealing doubt, worry, and dread—terrible, knotted things that nobody was ever supposed to see. Things that weren't supposed to exist.

"T-That was Eri…." The mother could barely get out her words before she was running out the diner at full speed.

"What's going on?" Hisoka asked with a voice that could have been said to withhold something similar to anger.

"Oh, maybe that other pirate crew arrived," Zoro mumbled.

"What are you talking about?" Hisoka gasped, focusing all of her attention on the group.

"Oh, why we came here. In the last town there was a group of pirates talking about how they were gonna prove the rumors wrong. I wanted to do it first!" Luffy grinned. Hisoka's eyes went wide and she feared that they caught a look at her dreadful expression.

"At which coast did you guys dock your boat?" Hisoka threw the question out so quickly that it was almost impossible to understand. As she spoke, she reached out and grabbed a knife from the table. She was quickly tearing off her dress at the knees using the knife, dropping the excess material to the ground, the metal clanking roughly with it.

"Northwest," Nami replied just as quickly.

"Thank you," Hisoka snapped as she stepped away from her dress. She began to rub at her eyes while they were still open, holding out her hands and staring down at the floor afterwards. Two tiny green circles were stuck to her palms. The waitress quickly grabbed them and dropped them gently into a cup of water. "I won't let our happiness be interrupted, I promise!" Hisoka's voice was as sincere as she could manage. She turned around and jolted out of the diner as fast as her heels could take her. Several men and the waitress followed her as well as a few women that were following their energetic children.

"This seems exciting, let's go!" Luffy cheered with a grin. His team quickly agreed, Zoro mumbling something about direction while Nami ranted silently about her treasure. The captain exited with a grin, but everyone else seemed to be treating this whole situation like it was a nightmare—or maybe like it was just reality.