Chapter 1
(Hope's pov)
My name's Kazuki, but everyone calls me Hope. Right now I'm five years old but this week I'm turning six. My birthday is in four days now and everyone is preparing a suprise for me. I'm not really that excited about birthday's but I apperciate everyone who's doing this for me, even my mom. He's only doing that to make me happy.
Right now I'm in my room drawing and eating a ham sandwich my mom made for me. Honestly, when ever I'm alone in my room it's quite boring. You know considering that I'm the only child on the ship who sails with my mom, aunts, and uncles. But you know sometimes I feel like somethings missing in the family on this ship. That I'm missing a dad. Do I even have a dad? Come to think about it, I don't even look like mom. I have his blue eyes but not the same hair color. My hair is green and mom's hair is blonde. Does mom know who my dad is? I can go ask him.
After taking the last bite of my sandwich, I took my plate, went downstairs, and into the kitchen.
(Sanji's pov)
I'm almost done with the cake. All I need to do is put it in the oven and decorate the cake with Hope, cause she wanted to decorate her cake how she wants it to be. While the cake is in the oven, I might as well wash the dishes.
I can't believe it's been six years already ever since Zoro was killed, I've been raising Hope as a single dad; or... well, umm...heh...mom. At least the crew helped me raise her. God, it feels like only yesterday that I held her in my arms since she was first born.
My mind got cut off when I saw Hope coming in.
"Hi, mom."
"Hi, sweet pea." She smiled at me and handed me her plate. I gave her a kiss on the forehead and hugged her. "Your birthday's coming up. Do you know what you want for your birthday?"
"No, not yet. I'm still thinking what I want, but I have nothing in mind yet."
"Okay, honey. Let me know if you came up with anything that you want."
"Okay. Hey, mom?"
"Yes, Hope?"
"I was wondering, do you know who my real daddy is? If so, could you tell me who he is, and where he is now?" I paused for a minute or two and turned off the fossett sink.
"Mom? Mom? Mama, are you okay?" I looked down to meet my daughter's face. "Mama, do you know anything about who my real dad is?" I didn't want this to happen. I can't tell her the truth; and I certainly can't lie to her.
"Honey, I can't tell you just yet, but I'll tell you when your old enough."
"But I'm almost six. Would you tell me on my birthday?"
"No, Honey. I mean when your much older, I'll tell you."
"Promise?" She sticked out her pinkie finger. Then sticked my pinkie finger to her's.
"Promise." And with that she smiled at me and said 'Okay'.
"Okay, Honey. Why don't you go outside and play for a bit, okay?"
"Okay." And with that she left the kitchen.
"What am I going to do if I told her the truth?"
Hey, guys! So here is the first chapter of the story. I hope you guys enjoy this and maybe tomorrow, I'll finish up chapter 2. Bye!
