Author Note

Aha, the next chapter is up, and the story is once again underway. I haven't decided on an official update day yet, I'm currently sharing my sister's computer while mine gets fixed and trying to do my English and Art coursework as well. The updates will probably be irregular and most likely on weekends.

While I'm here I just thought I'd credit poisonliz for posting my very first review. When I read it I was so excited, you made really happy, and now I can't wait to write more. Poisonliz has 3 One Piece stories, Alchemist for hire: The soul stone, Is there a world where friends really matter? and Grimripper. All three are great and I think you should read them, especially if you're a Shanks and Red-Hair Pirate fan, like moi.

I'm also going to credit my second reviewer kiwiuchi, unfortunately kiwiuchi doesn't have any stories posted, meaning I cannot read them, nor can I comment on them.

And my latest reviewer is Art-sama. Art-sama like kiwiuchi doesn't have any stories posted, so yet again I can't comment or read them. But thanks for reviewing poisonliz, kiwiuchi and Art-sama, it means a lot, and it makes me very happy. So for future reference, I'm going to credit all my reviewers, and if I've read their stories, I'll credit those too.

Now it's time to find out what's happened to our little Rose, and I know two people who've been waiting for this, even if nobody else has. But before that I have to do the disclaimer, unless I wish to be sued for copyright. Which I don't, because I don't have the money.

Disclaimer: One Piece belongs to the genius creator, Eiichiro Oda, Toei and Funimation. I own nothing but Rose, and all other OC's unless I've stated their creator's name in my Author Note.

Normal POV

'Thoughts'

Foot notes

Previously:

A small smile graces my face. Finally I let myself be consumed by the black abyss that is unconsciousness, whilst being hauled into the back of a muddy white van. I will be fine.

I hope.

You only need a few people to affect a kidnapping. ~ Robert Bourassa

Chapter 1

Splash! "Agh!" Ice cold water was thrown mercilessly at my unmoving frame. 'What a nice wake-up call' Ithughtsnidely. Laughing echoes around the room as I desperately try to cough up the water. I shiver as the water soaks into my clothes, chilling me to the very core. Pale blonde hair clings to my face, obscuring my vision; I blink my eyes free from the water, hoping that my contacts haven't fallen out and that they haven't figured out that I'm wearing a wig.

I let my senses roam, searching for any clue as to where I am.

Creak. An old wooden door opens, in desperate need of oiling. 'Note to self: Door creaks when opened, and probably when closing as well.' The cold air blows through, freezing me in place. I start shivering more violently. More laughing soon follows as feet shuffle and stomp across the floor, the floorboards creaking just like the door.

'1, 2, 3...4. There are 4 people here.' I count to myself. You'd think I'd have whipped my head round to check, but I'm most likely tied up. By the feel on my wrists, I'd say chained is a more accurate term.

"Hey, look, the girl's awake." 'Just state the obvious you idiot, everyone can already see that you complete dumbass.' Obviously if I'd said that aloud I'd most likely get punched or slapped, and considering all possible circumstances and reasons for my being here, I'm guessing they'll be doing that a lot later on. Why increase the number of bruises when it's not really necessary, other than easing my wounded pride and releasing some pent up frustration and anger.

Someone had replied to his rather apparent observation while I'd had my internal conversation. Unfortunately, I'd missed what he'd said; although I would make an educated guess that it was an insult toward him, if the raised voices were anything to go by.

Now I would really love to listen to them argue and then for them to start tearing each other's throats out, because that way not only is it entertaining to watch, but it also means less people to take out later on. You know when I figure out how to escape. Emphasis on the 'when' part. My brain is too muddled up at the moment thanks to the drugs. So I'll settle for the good old, play ignorant act and scared teenage girl who's confused and still being affected by the drugs. That way I can gather information and avoid suspicion, then formulate a plan to escape. And I'll start by asking questions.

"Wh...where am..m...m...I? W...what's...g..g..going...on?" Excellent start. The teeth chattering and stuttering a perfect touch, even if it was only a reaction to the fact that: my clothes are saturated. Oh, did I also mention that it's cold. You would never have guessed.

All heads whirl in my direction, eyes on me. I slowly raise my head to look at them; blinking as I let my eyes adjust to the dim lighting in the room, whilst pretending I'm still high. To be honest it didn't require that much effort, my mouth and throat were bone dry even after inhaling all that water, and I had the mother of all fucking hangovers.

"I thought she said she was a genius, she's so stupid she doesn't even realise she's been kidnapped." Mr State-The-Obvious voiced, and Mr Dense followed his example. "Yeah, maybe we grabbed the wrong girl." I clenched my jaw shut; I wouldn't want to blow my cover by retorting to what they've said. They probably think I can't hear them. Good, it means they're falling for it, and then when I'm free, I'll laugh as they're all carted off to prison for this.

'Wait. Back it up. "I thought she said she was a genius...maybe we grabbed the wrong girl." They planned to capture me, "she said she was a genius", she? She who?' I was snapped out of my reverie as a new voice chimed in.

"No we got the right girl. Skin so pallid, it almost looks like it's never been touched by the sun, nothing to mar its perfection." A hand gently grabs my face in a strong grip, forcing my gaze upwards. Quickly roving my eyes around the room, I determine that there are in fact at least 5 people in this dingy room. All male. The one I missed was sitting on a chair, hat covering his hair and shadowing most of his face, blocking it from view. 'My guard, I presume.'

Tearing my prying gaze away from him, I look up. Power and determination flows throughout my whole being, consuming me and them. Pure killing intent coming off me in waves. Everything falls still and silent. They all visibly flinch or stiffen, some even taking a step or two back. 'Yeah. Bet you weren't expecting that assholes.'

Honey eyes met forest green. Surprise, amusement, and...was that lust. 'Oh, God no.'

Mr Rough Hands continues talking undeterred, his fingers absentmindly caressing my lips. "Soft lips that hold more colour than her skin, baby pink, daring all to taste them." Pressing his own lips against mine briefly, his fingers trail across my cheeks, nestling themselves in my hair. Disgust is evident on my face, yet he relishes in it. It's just a game to him, a challenge.

"Blonde hair so light it shines white in the sunlight. Her gaze feels like it's looking into your very soul, and power, determination and intelligence pour out of her body in endless waves. She'll be a challenge to break. Lads, use whatever method you want to get her to crack. She'll tell us eventually."

'Shit. That doesn't sound good.'

Whipping my head in all the men's direction they all have the same hungry, lustful look in their eyes. I feel like a piece of meat thrown into a pack of wolves. Very, very hungry, wolves. Then my attention turns to my guard, although he harbours lust in his eyes just like the rest, there's also something else there, is that...pity.

'Great he pities me, yet he still hungers for me. Just what I need. But what did he mean by "She'll tell us eventually." Tell them what? Please tell me it's not what I think it is.'

End Note

Oooo. Another cliff-hanger. I should really stop doing that, but I can't, by leaving myself in suspense, I'm giving myself the incentive to write. What's she hiding? What do they want? What will happen next? Stay tuned, till next time.

Review and comment, because it makes me really happy. But don't forget to criticise and advise as well, and I'm still up for that help if anyone's willing to give it.

Also if anyone wishes to use Rose or any of my OC's for their own stories, message me and ask, I'm sure I'd be willing to lend them out.