***Raca's POV***

Is she the one who helped me? I wondered as I watched the girl run into the shack; she was carrying quite a bit of stuff with her. No one else has been here yet…

"Hello," the girl said, it was difficult to hear her from my vantage point, "are you awake? How are you feel-"

"What?" I blinked down at the girl, she was staring up at me, "do I have something on my face?I hope not, that would be embarrassing, seeing as how this is the first time I've talked to you and everything."

"Your hair's… longer," she was still staring at me.

"Oh, that," I grinned at her I had forgotten that I made my hair longer, "I ate a devil fruit and now I can make my hair whatever length and color I want. I can change the color of my eyes too, I think it's really cool, and it makes it easier to get away when I steal things!"

"Did you have to steal to survive?"

"No," I started to climb down, "it's more of a hobby. I would sneak out of my cage at night and go into town and try to take small items from people... but I usually got caught."

"Wait… cage?"

"My parents didn't like me because I survived when my brother wasn't strong enough," I slipped off of my branch and hit the ground awkwardly, ouch… I groaned inwardly as I stood up, trying not show that I was in pain, I think I twisted my ankle.

"Are you okay," she helped me up.

"Thanks," I smiled and headed back into the shack, hiding my slight limp, "they tried to make me him, but when I wasn't a good enough son, they would beat me. I got to sleep outside in a cage almost every night."

"That's horrible…" the girl looked sad, "I'm so sorry…"

"Why are you sorry?" I laughed, "there's nothing to be sorry about... besides, they're gone now."

"Gone… like, dead?"

"Yup," I nodded, "then I left my island; I'm from the South blue. This is the Grand Line, isn't it? I thought I was in the Calm Belt, but I wasn't sure. I'm surprised I survived the trip! I wonder how long I was out there. Oh well, this is great, now I can be a pirate! All great pirates come here, right?"

"Yeah," she sighed and made me sit down, "a lot of pirates come here looking for the One Piece, if you find that treasure, you'll be the king of pirates. They're dangerous; they'll kill you if you get in their way."

"So? I'd rather die out there than like a trapped animal," I watched her curiously, she was looking through the bag she had brought and pulled out a bandage, "what are you doing? What's that for? Are you hurt?"

***Violet's POV***

"so, I'd rather die out here than like a trapped animal."

She sure talks a lot, I thought as I looked through my bag, trying to find a bandage. I could feel her watching me; I imagined her head tilted to the side and her eyes looking at me questioningly, like how she looked at me when she was in the tree.

"What are you doing? What's that for? Are you hurt?"

"No," I crouched in front of her and grabbed her ankle, "but you are."

"How did you know?"

"Practice," I started wrapping the bandage her ankle, "my dad tries to hide his injuries too; he doesn't want me to worry about him."

"What's your dad like? I bet he's better than my dad. What about your mom? Do you have any brothers or sisters? What's your name? How old are you? Why did you help me? I like your hair, it's purple, I can make my hair purple too, or blue, green. Are there any pirates here right now? I've never seen real pirates before."

She's talking too fast, how can she ask that many questions? I don't think she noticed that I wasn't able to follow her because she kept going. Eventually she stopped talking, crossed her legs, and watched me intently with her big, blue eyes.

"I'm Violet; it's just me and my dad, my mom's dead. But that happened eleven years ago… I'm twelve, by the way. I helped you because you needed help." I answered the questions that I had been listening to, but she was still staring at me, her head now tilted to the side. She reminds me of a cat…

"I' m Raca!" she jumped up and started hopping around, not steeping on her injured ankle, "I'm eleven! Will you be my friend? I've never had a friend before, how many friends do you have? You're really nice; I bet you have lots of friends!"

A very ungraceful cat, I couldn't stop myself from laughing when she fell over and started crawling back over to me.

"I like you," she smiled brightly.

"Then we're friends," I couldn't help but smile back at her, "because I like you too."

"We're going to have so much fun," she leaned back but caught herself before she fell, "you should come with me on my adventure! We can set off on our own, we can be adventurers if you want, we don't need to be pirates."

"I don't think my dad would-" I broke off when I heard yelling in the distance, "oh no…" Please… please don't let it be coming from my house, I thought as I ran toward the direction of the noise, and, sure enough, I ended up at my house.

I heard Raca come up behind me and we watched together as two huge fishmen dragged my dad out of the house and threw him into a tree.

"No, da-!" I was interrupted by a hand going over my mouth. I looked at Raca as she pulled me down, she was watching the men in front of my house.

"Shut it," she sounded a different now, and her hair was shorter, "unless you want to get both of us killed too."

***Raca's POV***

I followed Violet as she ran off. She was frozen, watching a small house, when I caught up with her. It looked like a hurricane had blown threw, everything was a mess and there was debris all over the yard. Is this her house? I asked myself as two huge men came out. It took me a moment to even notice there was a third man.

"No… Da-" I cut her off by clamping my hand over her mouth and pulling her to the ground.

"Shut it," I growled in her ear as I kept an eye on the men, making sure they didn't notice us, "unless you want to have us killed too." I could feel myself changing as I watched them beat the man who I now knew as Violet's dad. My hair was getting shorter and I started to want to fight.

Why now? I wondered silently, why does he have to come out now? "He," is Rory. The other me. I have a split personality. Raca is the natural me, the hyper, loud, excitable one. Rory's more serious, calm, and slightly sadistic. He likes to fight. This is going to be fun.

"Get ready," I hissed, I was starting to shake with anticipation. It's been a while since I've gotten to have fun.

Violet looked confused. "Wha-?" Her question was cut off by my foot jamming into her back, making sure she didn't try to get up. She was watching me, obviously confused by my actions, but her confusion quickly turned to a look of horror when I threw a rock at the fishmen.

"Hey, ass hole, leave that him alone!" I threw another rock, hitting the biggest man in the side of his head. Looks like using the dog for target practice was good for something besides killing boredom, but I bet these men aren't as fast.