Renata

Title: Renata
Rating: T
Fandom: One Piece
Summary: When she died, she expected to stay dead. She's read fanfiction about people being reborn into anime, but that was all fiction and couldn't be true…right? Yet when she died, she awoke in a new body. She was reborn as Donquixote Renata, the daughter of Donquixote Rocinante.

She was sinking deeper and deeper into the icy depths of the sea. Her vision was blurring and fading as the moonlight at the surface was growing farther and farther away. She couldn't breathe, her mouth and lungs filling with saltwater. She should be swimming, trying to reach above the waves to get oxygen. But her body felt heavy and exhausted.

'I'm dying…'

She could barely see the red fluid that came from her wounds and mixed into the ocean.

'I'm actually dying…'

Pretty soon there would be no light penetrating the depths her corpse would be at.

'My brother shot me…and I fell off the cliff…'

Somehow, she managed a small smile.

'Finally…I can be with you guys again…Mother…Father…'

She closed her eyes.

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She never expected to wake up to a blinding light. She never expected to open her eyes again. She never expected to be breathing again. She was supposed to be dead, shot and drowned. 'Did I somehow survive and rescuers managed to retrieve my body and revive me? No, that's impossible. Nobody was around when I died. Even if they did find my body, I would have died from my wounds,'

"Your daughter opened her eyes for the first time," The voice startled her. It was unfamiliar yet she could have sworn she heard his voice before. She couldn't recall where but she could tell that the owner of the voice held authority judging by the tone.

'Wait, did he just say daughter?' She tried to shift around a bit and realized that she was being held gently in someone's arms. 'I get that I'm short for my age, but I shouldn't be carried like a baby!'

"Hey there sweetie," She turned to the source of the second voice, the person who was holding her. It was a man who seemed to be around his late teens. His golden-blonde hair was disheveled, as if he was stressed out for at least the past couple hours. His reddish-brown eyes had dark shadows beneath them signifying that he hadn't slept in a while.

'This man looks really familiar, but why can't I put my finger on it? I don't know many blonde guys so if I've seen him before, it should be easy to narrow his identity down. Why is he holding me like a baby? I'm an adult!'

She managed to catch sight of the one other person in the room and the owner of the first voice she had heard. Her eyes widened. It was unmistakable who it was. Although he lacked his seagull cap, his long braided beard, round glasses, and afro gave him away. The other man in the room was Sengoku the Buddha.

'T-That's impossible!' She gasped. 'Fleet Admiral Sengoku the Buddha isn't real! He's a fictional character created by Eiichiro Oda!'

"Sengoku-san, it seems that she likes you," The man holding her commented with a soft chuckle. "She's staring at you,"

Sengoku smiled. "Now, now, little one, you should be paying attention to your father, not me,"

'My father!? What the hell is he talking about!?' She looked down at her body and was horrified. 'My hands and feet are so tiny! I'm wearing baby clothes! WHY AM I A BABY!?' She looked back up to the man holding her who was apparently her "father."

"It's like she understood what you said, Sengoku-san," The man commented jokingly. "She looked away from you and at me," He brushed a few short strands of hair out of her face. "Sweetie, I'm your father, Donquixote Rocinante,"

'Donquixote Rocinante!?' She thought she couldn't get any more surprised, but she was wrong. 'Blonde hair, reddish-brown eyes…he does match the description of Corazon except for the lack of makeup. This must be one hell of a dream. There's no way that I was reborn into the One Piece World. That only happens in fanfiction and I am not in a fanfiction! I'm a real person that was shot by real bullets and fell off a real cliff and died a real death!'

She hadn't noticed that tears of frustration had begun to well up in her eyes. Rocinante gently rocked her back and forth. "Shh, shh, it's okay. Are you hungry?"

Her stomach let out a soft growl. 'I'm starving!' A baby bottle full of formula was held up to her mouth. 'No! I don't want it! I want real food! I want to wake up from this nightmare and eat real food! I'm not a baby! I'm not in the One Piece World!' But her new body gave in and unwillingly she began to drink. 'Ugh, I'm drinking baby formula! I mean, it doesn't taste as bad as I thought it would but the thought of it as well as being bottle fed is awful!'

After a few minutes, she had finished her bottle and was calmer. Her back was gently patted and she let out a burp. 'Okay, so apparently when you do die you are reincarnated into the One Piece World. Those fanfiction were telling the truth. Wait, does that mean those fanfiction were autobiographies? So I'm the daughter of Donquixote Rocinante AKA Corazon which means I'm also Doflamingo's niece? I guess since Sengoku raised Corazon that means Sengoku's my grandpa? Wait, isn't Sengoku's best friend Monkey D. Garp, Luffy's grandfather?'

As if on cue, Garp kicked the door open and broke the hinges. "Senny, why didn't you tell me that Roci's had a kid!?"

"Garp shut the hell up!" Sengoku snapped. "You're going to upset Renata!"

"Renata? So that's the kid's name?" Garp asked, walking towards Rocinante and his daughter.

"Garp, shut the **** up," Rocinante said in an annoyed tone. Typically he would never challenge his superior nor would he be as disrespectful as he was currently, but all the stress from the hours of Renata's mother being in labor and the news that said woman had died minutes after childbirth made him care less about respect.

Renata knew that a childhood with Garp around meant training and Fists of Love. She didn't have any teeth in her mouth right now since she was a newborn infant and couldn't speak. However, she didn't need teeth to express the horror. Even if she was an adult, she would have reacted the same way. She screamed and cried.

Rocinante was about nineteen years old when Renata was born.

I don't plan on having Renata be in a pairing. She'll have sibling-like relationships but no romance.