Father says that I should introduce myself to you.

My name is Kapika.

I am twenty years old, a user of the Logia-type Wind Devil Fruit, a proud member of the Revolutionaries, and proud daughter of Monkey D. Dragon.

But he is not my real father.

I had a real father. He was some important man in the Marines. My only memory of my real father is from when I was five years old. I remember his hand offering me a strange-looking fruit, and his smile when I bit into it. He had put his hand on my head and said, "With this, you can become a useful weapon."

I was then dragged to the training base for the CP9.

While I do not particularly care for my real father, I do have to thank him for sending me to training. Thanks to that, I was able to master three of the Rokushiki before I left, and later, develop my own Rankyaku. Not only that, I was able to hone my devil fruit powers to perfection. He made me into a perfect weapon- the perfect weapon to fight against the World Government.

Ironically, I'm glad that I was sent on a mission to kill Father. I was able to live with him.

Father has fallen asleep listening to my story, so I'll stop talking about this boring topic for now.

It was a sunny day. No clouds in sight, something that always depressed Marco greatly. He sat at the table next to me, fidgeting and biting his nails as he shuffled through some kind of paperwork. He groaned every few seconds, annoying Mother Tack who was sitting across from him.

"Marco," said Mother Tack, "I know that you feel unhappy when there are no clouds in sight, but you don't need to spread that feeling to everyone else around you." I noticed his glasses shine briefly as he pushed them up his nose.

"If I can't be happy, why should other people be happy?" Marco whined as he slumped down on his desk. "Come on, not only is it cloudless, there's absolutely nothing interesting going on."

"Chin up, Marco," Mother Tack responded, "Take a break and make some clouds if you're not going to be productive."

"Yes, moth- sir." Mother Tack's glasses shone again while Marco began to scramble for the window.

Watching the two bicker is always fun. Even more so when they argue about Marco and his women.

Heh.

Just when Mother Tack was about to beat up Marco, the door flew open and Firata fell through.

"Guys, guys!"

We all looked up at her expectantly.

"Guys, look! Portgas D. Ace's bounty went up again!"

Marco told me that Firata was a Portgas D. Ace "fangirl stalker". When I asked him what that was, he simply replied that I did not need to know, and just avoid being like her. Based on what I've seen from her, I'm guessing that being a "fangirl stalker" means that you post every single wanted poster on the walls of your room, keep track of all his news, and kiss a blown up picture of him before you go to sleep.

I do not understand.

"Firata, no one really cares," sighed Marco. Mother Tack nodded. Firata pinched her face in anger. She tossed her head, causing her long red hair whip dangerously close to an antique vase that Mother Tack treasured. I noticed him tremble as he flew over to protect it.

"I care." She walked over to me and pointed her finger at the man in the wanted poster. "Kapika, what do you think? Isn't this man drool-worthy? Look at his abs, his face, his freckles, his abs, his smirk, his abs. He's just amazing, isn't he?"

Her voice was beginning to get too loud. It hurt my ears.

"Isn't he?" Firata shoved the poster into my face. I heard Marco's voice say, "Firata, you've asked the completely wrong person."

"Shut up." She responded, "There is no one that can resist Ace's abs, I mean, sexiness."

I stared at the picture in front of me.

Firefist Ace. An eater of the logia type Fire Devil Fruit. A member of the Whitebeard pirates, the strongest pirate crew out there. Has a "fangirl stalker" by the name of Firata. An eater of the paramecia type Lead Devil fruit. Sharpshooting member of the Revolutionaries. Is a "fangirl stalker" of Portgas D. Ace. Aka Firefist Ace. An eater of the logia type Fire Devil Fruit. A member of the Whitebeard pirates, the strongest pirate crew…

"Interesting," I heard my voice say. Firata squealed.

"I know, right? He's just so interesting!" Pulling the paper away from my face, she skipped out of the room, and slammed the door shut behind her.

"Another one is going on the wall," commented Marco. Mother Tack looked at me with his eyebrows raised, his arms wrapping tightly around his vase.

"What, exactly, did you mean by interesting?" he asked.

"He is a member of the strongest pirate crew in the world."

"Oh." Tack's face looked relieved. "For a minute I thought you were beginning to like him too. But that's impossible, especially for you. Isn't that right?"

I stared at him. If liking Ace meant that I would be a "fangirl stalker" of him, it would mean that I would need to put all his wanted posters on my wall, keep track of all his news, and kiss a blown up picture of him before I sleep.

"That does not seem too hard."

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this second chapter! Please remember to R&R! Your comments will be greatly appreciated. I'm sorry if Kapika seems a bit Mary Sue-ish... I think I may have overloaded on the information about her... sorry about that. Now on to other members~