The old marine hero named Monkey D Garp glared hard at a younger marine as he marched passed him in the long narrow corridor; the young man froze as fear rushed throughout his body, he pushed himself against the wall as the large man huffed on by.

Garp continued to walked down the corridor, eyeing up any who he came across. He glared at the youth and stared strangely at those who were old.

He saw an much older marine walking his way and moved to one side, allowing the older to pass; he got in return a grateful nod to the head; Garp carefully studied the older marine who walked on with pride even in grey headedness.

Dark eyes lowed, Garp did not want to get old. He always thought himself as strong and young forever. The very thought of him reaching the age he was now, never came to him in his youth.

Garp hated every sort of reminder of it. People started moving and offering their seat to him, treating a little differently when talking. And the proof was also in his own reflection, the grey hairs that started to show.

It was after Roger's death that they first appeared. And the Hero got a whole newspaper written about him in his honour.

Complete with his age.

'Am I really that old?' He thought to himself as he walked on, a little slower than before, 'For the people to behaver this way towards me, or is it just because I am a hero?'

Even if he was getting old on the outside, Garp felt the man he was within was still the same man he knew from his younger days. Nothing had changed.

Garp blinked as he saw that he was standing outside the room he wanted to go. He glared at the door, another reminder.

The screams and cries inside were horrible.

He visible gritted his teeth as he reached down for the handle of the sliding door, paused for a moment as the tips of his fingers touched the cold metal; he grabbed hold and opened it fast, wanting to get this over with.

The screaming and crying was worst inside, and it seemed to be getting louder.

Garp stalked into the room, carefully looked to the right and then left as he went. His eyes narrowed towards a cot that was to the left of the room. Making his way over to the cot, this was indeed where the monstrous screams were coming from.

As he neared he closed his eyes firmly shut, turned his head away. Then standing before the cot he faced it and lowed his head downwards; he peeked one eye open first, and painfully slow he gazed down, opening the another eye as he did.

The screams stopped as Garp's eyes met with the child's.

Garp blinked and tilted his head to the side. The child blinked and tilted his head in the side in the same manner, the old man could see dried and still wet tears on his cheeks.

'How much and how long had he been crying for?' Garp asked himself as he stared at the young boy.

Garp continued to blink as he reached down and took hold of the child under the armpits and raised him into the air, and placed him at his side. The child right away latched on by wrapping his legs around the man's waist.

Garp kept his face blank as he turned to the doctor and high official in the room.

The pair glanced at each other without a word. They knew everything, who's child that was, the who's child was Garp's now.

The child giggled happily now and slammed his face into Garp's neck.

"Papa!" He said as he rubbed his face against there. "Papa!"

Garp's heart soften, his wife always told him that Dragon was the image of him, the child saw something in the old man and could see his father there.

"Not Papa," Garp said gently as he bought a hand up and placed on the child's shoulder moving him away carefully so that he was speaking to his face and not the side of his head. "I am your Papa's Papa. Meaning I am your Grandpa!"

"Grandpa?" The child asked as he leaned closer, taking in the sight of the man both with his eyes and his small hands. "Where Papa, Grandpa?"

"Papa will not be back for a long long time." Garp said hardening his heart waiting for the tears to come, when they did not come, and only was met with stares he went on to say, "But Grandpa is going to act as Papa until he comes back!" He finished with a bright grin, causing the child also to grin.

"Grandpa!" The child laughed out as he wrapped his tiny arms around Garp's neck, surprising the man with his strength. Garp grinned more and he held the child's back pulling him closer. This boy was his grandson.

"So you going to give me your name?" Garp asked remembered the brief when he found out, the child would not give them his name, nor would he talk, only scream and cry...and spat, according to one report.

"I'm Luffy!" Luffy said proudly as he leaned back and stared at the man, grinning madly. "And I am three and a bit!"

Garp smiled brightly and could not help but cast his eyes to one of the man in the room, who gasped out when Luffy easily gave Garp his name.

For the first time since people started acting differently around him, Garp did not mind getting along in years. Since he came with a cute little grandson, who was the image of his own.

Saddest reached the man's eyes and he hugged the boy, remembering his own cute little son. He had taken six years off work so he could teach him everything about the world and the people a their world, along side his wife. He bought a ship and sailed the Seas. This did not turn out well for him, his son, while having his good looks, had his mother's brain.

Dragon saw the world and its people, but did not like it. It made he worst when the marines kept bombarding Garp every few months, the child watched. And when Dragon was ten his mother died, he told Garp with tears and shouts, that it was not the pirates that killed his mother, but the World Government.

Garp glanced down at Luffy, wondering if it would best to leave him with someone else.

'No." Garp told himself as he turned to the high official standing there, 'I'll raise him until his about six.' Garp nodded his head at his chain of thought and walked towards the man.

"I am requesting a leave of absence." Garp told them firmly, making the other man sigh, almost like he knew this was going to happen.

Luffy looked to the man and then to his Grandpa, before turning back to the man and rested his head on the Garp's shoulder. Luffy closed his eyes and gave in to the tiredness that had been there for ages, the man had the same scent as his Papa.