Peacefully Uneventful

SUMMARY: Monkey D. Reggy was nothing like her twin brother. Or her grandfather. Or any other Monkey D's out there. Maybe it's because a cynical and eternally grouchy sixty-something-year-old hermit from another world was reincarnated as her. OC DRABBLES

Monkey D. Reggy had been certainly a surprise when she had been born.

Unlike most babies, when she had came to the world she didn't cry. She had given a whimper or two before having her small, adorable face had scrunched up into one ugly scowl. When Garp had held his granddaughter in his arms, he had felt a wave of confusion, but had later shaken it off.

The man doted on his little princess and showered her gifts whenever he came to visit Foosha Village. Of course, the high-ranking Marine paid special attention to the boys too; he needed to roughen them up and train them right if they were going to become strong soldiers serving at the sea. But that didn't change the fact that little Reggy, his one and only granddaughter, was the apple of his eye. However, over the years of watching Luffy and Reggy grow up together made him realize that Reggy was…terribly different.

Out of the family of boisterousness and idiocy, whereas the genetics of boisterousness and idiocy happened to be so potent that practically no one could escape from it, the hereditary traits had apparently skipped her, making her to be not so like the rest of the Monkey D family. Actually, she turned out to be an egghead. And asocial.

Initially, he had assumed that she was shy given how she usually locked herself in her room, but it seemed more likely that that wasn't the case. Garp couldn't remember a time when Reggy ever so much lifted the corner of her mouth and smiled or ever willingly pulled her eyes away from those books she was always reading. Did she dislike people and the outdoors? Probably.

It was clear that, in a way, she took after her father, who was also an anomaly, but not even Monkey D. Dragon had behaved as such when he was her age. Sure, he had invested his time in his studies longer than most children would and had occasionally given his father a long look that Garp had managed to accurately interpret it as "what a dunce"—which Garp had smacked him upside the head for (in reprimand, of course, as a responsible father)—yet Dragon still had possessed that recklessness and urge to take action that Reggy obviously lacked.

All Reggy did was isolate herself either in her room or a corner of isolated space and read. And whenever Garp wrestled the book out of her hands, she would spend the rest of the day insulting everyone with her eyes. She concentrated on Luffy the most.

Garp ultimately decided that Reggy was simply unhappy in the village. A change of scenery was probably required—perfect timing too since Luffy had gotten into his head that he wanted to grow up being a pirate out of all things. So he took a small break from his duties and climbed up Mount Corvo, dragging both Luffy and Reggy with him.

Dadan burst out of her shack after Garp knocked on her door a couple times. "Whoever you are, you better stop it or I'll kill you!"

"It's me," Garp growled.

It didn't take Dadan a second long to notice that he was standing before her. She made a warbled sound and backed away as though steering clear from a wild fire that suddenly roared to life. "G-Garp-san!" she cried, and her two subordinates leapt out from behind, wearing the same expressions of shock.

Jumpy as usual. The bandit woman wasn't entirely weighed down by the burden of old age yet, he observed wistfully. He himself could already feel the grapples of time grinding down at his joints and back; he might come to meet his maker in ten years or so. "You look well," he commented.

"Give me a break!" she whined. "You gotta have mercy on me. Ace is ten-years-old and is becoming a bigger hassle than when he was five."

"Oh, he's ten already?" Garped couldn't help but laugh.

"It's not funny," interjected Dogra. "We can't handle him anymore! You've got to take him back."

"Putting that aside…"

"Don't put that aside!"

"Who is that annoying brat?" Dadan groused irritably after watching Luffy excitedly run around the yard.

"My grandson." Garp grabbed Luffy by the back of his shirt before the boy could scurry away and lifted him up. "I need you to look after him and my granddaughter."

The three bandits wore simultaneous blank expressions. "Huh?"

He gently pushed Reggy in front of him, who stared at Dadan and her men with an impassive face. Before coming up the mountain, Garp had to pry the book that her fingers had been locked onto and immediately cart her away before she could retrieve another. The duration of the trip had been spent with him trying to reel Luffy in and having to deal with Reggy's retinas trying to burn a hole at the back of his head (which was an adorable thought—his little Reggy trying to death glare him; wasn't that precious?).

Dadan stared back at Reggy, boggling.

"What?"