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Chapt. 10: The Attempts At Murder, The Decision, and Meeting The Traitorous D.

I'M GOING TO KILL THAT FLAME-BRAINED IDIOT I thought agitated as I pulled my bed covers off of me and stormed out of my bedroom that I was staying in while we were on The Moby Dick, and flinging the door open with enough force to make the hinges creak.

I had been woken up by Ace's umpteenth time at assassinating Whitebeard (failing miserably, plus not Ace's smartest move NOBODY wakes me up when I don't want to be woken up PERIOD). Thatch gave me a raised eyebrows with a knowing smirk on his face (but he didn't say anything) upon seeing me walk into the kitchen (how anyone can get up at 4:00 in the morning is beyond me, but Thatch was and he was starting the crew's breakfast), grabbing a monstrous sized cooking pot and walking out onto the deck where Ace was going to try to kill Whitebeard…again. Ace had been furious at me when he woke up on Whitebeard's ship….that was three weeks ago and he had gotten over that, only to try to murder Whitebeard (he was already on his 500th attempt…wait make that 501 attempt) every chance he got (even going so far as to trying to kill him when he slept).

"KNOCK IT OFF ALREADY!," I seethed darkly, smacking Ace on the head with the cooking pot before walking back to the kitchen with a pissed off face, "CAN'T YOU SEE THAT PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP, DUMBASS!"

"What is this, his 500th attempt already?," questioned Thatch with a chuckle upon seeing me walking back into the kitchen, putting the pot away, "Shouldn't he be bored of this by now?"

"Its 501 actually, but who's counting," I deadpanned laying my head on the counter tiredly, "And no he isn't because he is so stubborn when he gets something in his head."

"You look exhausted, maybe you should go back to sleep?," suggest Thatch as he stirred some pancake mix in a silver bowl, "When did you last sleep anyways?"

"Thanks Thatch, I think I'll do just that," I nodded getting up from the stool, walking out of the kitchen heading towards my bedroom, calling over my shoulder towards Thatch, "Ever since Ace started his "assassination" attempts."

"THAT WAS THREE WEEKS AGO!" called Thatch with shock, as I waved my hand up in the air as I walked towards my bedroom and fell asleep on my comfy bed with Shadow curling up next to me.

"IVY! WAKE UP!," shouted Ace with glee as he shook my shoulders the next morning, barging into my room holding a piece of paper behind his back, "I GOT A NEW BOUNTY!"

"Ace, I'm going to give you three seconds to leave this room," I began mumbling with a dark aura seeping out, as I chucked my shoe from the floor at him (unfortunately, it hit the door at the last second), "BEFORE I SMOTHER YOU WITH MY PILLOW!"

I pushed the covers off of me, stepping onto the hardwood floor, digging in the dressers before pulling out my clothes for the day, all the while Shadow was curled up on my bed with one eye opened and she chuckled at my actions towards Ace.

I had chosen a white long tank top with a red flannel tied around the waist. I also had chosen black jean shorts that came just above my knees and I was wearing my trusty black leather steel-toed combat boots. For my accessories, I had on my mint green fedora hat Ace had given me, my green dragon necklace, a black leather bracelet, one leather glove (Dadan and her bandits had surprisingly pitched together to buy me for my birthday), a blue dragon ring on my left ring finger (Makino), my dagger Shanks gave me resting inside my new cat sheath Luffy gave me, and my ankle bracelet (now with a purple phoenix charm with purplish-blue flames behind it, a diamond charm, and a blue sky with small little cracks in it, charm dangling on the silver chains). Not to mention the three new tattoos going down my leg (now almost to my kneecap) with the words: PHOENIX, DIAMOND, and QUAKE.

"Did Ace wake you up again?" Marco smirked jumping down from the deck to where I was, "Pops is asking to speak to you and Ace, says it's important."

"Isn't he always?" I stated with a smirk, closing my bedroom door shut and walking over to him, "I wonder what Whitebeard wants with us?"

"Gee, I wonder," Marco smirked knowingly, walking next to me heading towards Whitebeard's office, "They're all waiting for you and even the flame-boy is waiting."

"NO FAIR!," I pouted as I started running faster towards the office with Marco chuckling as he struggled to catch up to me, "ACE YOU BASTARD! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME WE HAD TO MEET WITH WHITEBEARD!"

"GURAURAURA! LIVELY LITTLE SNOT AS EVER I SEE!," bellowed Whitebeard with a smirk lifting his head up from reading a newspaper with amusement upon seeing me barge into his office, "HERE TAKE A LOOK AT THIS PAPER BEFORE I ASK YOU BRATS SOMETHING IMPORTANT!"

He had handed Ace a piece of paper curious I walked over to Ace, glancing over his shoulders and laughed so hard. It was his new bounty picture that he wanted me to look at

His bounty picture looked like he was posing for a photo shoot. He had on the biggest smirk as his orange cowboy hat was casting shadows over his face. The index finger that was lifting his cowboy hat slightly up was on fire.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WHAT WERE YOU DOING? POSING FOR A PHOTOSHOOT ACE?!," I guffawed at him as I hit the floor with tears streaming down my face, "WHEN DID THE MARINES EVEN TAKE THIS PHOTO?"

"It must have been a journalist or something," Ace grinned at me as he thought of when this was taken, "They must have taken it when I was watching you kick those drunks' asses after they suggested bringing you back with them "for a good time"."

"Ohhh, yeah," I smirked remembering that, "They totally deserved it though."

"Hey girlie," hiccupped a drunk coming out of the nearest bar with his friends staggering behind him, "How about you come with us and we can show you a good time?"

"Don't take this the wrong way, but you guys smell worse than a sewage waste disposal center," I stated scrunching up my nose in disgust, "I wouldn't even get into the same room with you guys, let alone "having a good time" with you."

"YOU LITTLE BITCH!" hiccupped the drunk coming towards me with his fist raised, stumbling as he heard another voice with a slight edge of amusement coming from the darkness of the alleyway.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," warned Ace leaning against the wall with amusement then a mocking sigh, "I warned you didn't I?"

I had done a spinning roundhouse kick to their faces, sending them into a nearby brick wall with a sickening crack.

"NOW LET'S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS SHALL WE?," boomed Whitebeard with an amused smirk, "HOW WOULD YOU TWO LIKE TO BECOME A PART OF MY FAMILY?"

"Even after everything I did to you," began Ace quietly not looking at Whitebeard, "You still want me to be a part of your crew?"

"OF COURSE I WANT YOU TO JOIN MY CREW! YOU LITTLE BRAT, I'M STILL STANDING AREN'T I?," shouted Whitebeard and then frowned upon seeing the look on my face, "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU SHORTY?"

"Not that I'm not grateful to you for asking me to join your family," I began, feeling a little guilty, "It's just that I would only be able to stay here for three years, because I want to sail with our other brother when he becomes a pirate, so…"

"DOESN'T MATTER!," dismissed Whitebeard with a grin, "YOU WOULD ALWAYS BE A PART OF OUR CREW EVEN IF YOU LEAVE."

"What do you say, Ace?," I grinned at him, "Want to become daughter and son of the strongest man alive?"

"HELL," Ace exclaimed with a grin, "WHY NOT!"

Later that night at dinner, a sickening voice greeted me as they sat down next to me with a plate stacked to the top with food.

"So I hear you and Ace will be joining us?," grinned the voice glancing down at me as he spooned mash potatoes into his fat face, "Although, you will only be staying with us for three years…"

"Listen here you fat pig and listen well," I hissed, whispering in Teach's ear as I pulled his arm behind his back and purposefully smashing his face into his plate of food, "You may have fooled everyone else on this ship, but I'm not buying it. I suggest you watch your back because I won't hesitate to kill your worthless ass. And another thing, stay away from Ace and Thatch you traitorous swine."

"Nothing to see here folks," I assured all the other Whitebeard pirates as they gawked at me, with a sugar-sweet smile as I pulled away from Teach and slapped him hard on the back, "This dumbbell decided to start a friendly brawl with me."

TO BE CONTINUED….