Destiny woke up in her room; she stared angstily at the ceiling with her passionate violet orbs. I…I killed that man, but how? She blinked her supple lids against the sting of
tears. I just don't understand; I just remember… The memory surged through her mind clear as day (it also helped that she had a photographic memory). One moment, in a
brave act of selfless sacrifice, she had thrown her delicate, pale body in front of her new captain, the next moment the attacker laid dying on the floor. Soon after he drifted
up to the sky, she had fainted with exhaustion.
What sort of monster am I? I will ask my father. She wiped away golden tears that had spilled onto her rosy cheeks as she stood up and strode towards the door. Her
fragile, ebony white body ached all over. Her clothes felt a little tighter on the top and it was slightly breezy on the bottom. I'll deal with it later, after I consult my generous
host. Destiny glided gracefully across the floor with her tiny, lithe slowly opened the door and strained her gentle gold-flecked jade eyes against the bright, setting
sun and in a voice that was more heavenly sounding than an angels' choir tenderly chimed one word, "Whitebeard?"
Whitebeard and company simultaneously got up from the chairs they were sitting on while waiting outside her room. They all turned around and fell backwards immediately
with blood gushing from their noses. A look of confusion clouded her angelic features, "What's wrong everybody? Did something happen?" Marco staggered to his feet, "You
sure could say that! Have you looked in the mirror lately?" Destiny turned around to face a full-length mirror that was conveniently right behind her. She gasped, she placed
a dainty cream-colored hand upon her bosom and took a step back, "Who-who is that?"
AN: Warning- the following paragraphs are dedicated to a full on detailed description of herself. Nausea may ensue; proceed with caution
The person that stared back at her from the mirror was the most beautiful woman in existence. She had large, sparkling, limpid stormy gray eyes with swirling undertones of
emerald, silver, and violet that were the epitome of opalescence. They were the type of eyes that stared straight into your soul with a barely suppressed smoldering
passion but also had a look of deep sorrow in their depts. These sorrowful eyes were framed by long, midnight black fluttering lashes that resembled a glossy raven's
feather on a winter's day. They swept delicately upward in a graceful arc, almost touching her perfectly shaped, lovely eyebrows.
And below those eyes were the most beautifully full lips in the world. They were as plump as two grapes fresh from the vineyards of Venice, and they were a light shade of
red that came naturally only to those who were graced with the gift of ultimate beauty.
Her high cheekbones were like that of a marble statue's; perfectly shaped and narrow. Her fair-skinned face was like a heart, except without those two weird arches on the top.
And in the center of it all was the cutest, dainty, gracefully pointed nose that Venus herself couldn't compete with. And when they all came together, they worked in perfect
harmony to form the most gorgeous, beautiful girl in all of history. There was a faint chorus was heard every time she flipped her waist-length, raven-black, glossy, silken
tresses that glistened in the pale moonlight, nearly blinding everyone with its brilliance.
Her neck was twice as elegant and white than that of a swan, and below that were two delicate ridges which made up her luminescent collarbone. Her tattered, white
dress barely contained her tripled D-cup bosom and her voluptuous, yet slim, hourglass figure.
The woman's skin was supple, smooth, firm, and alluring. It has silky, alabaster quality to it. It sparkled faintly in the moonlight and glowed with an angelic-like quality you
only get from Photoshop or from using too much Colgate. It was perfectly flawless and seemed to be so smooth that nothing icky like dirt or slime could stick upon it (which
it didn't).
And on her back were two large, snow-white wings with gold-tipped feathers. And in the midst of her long, lustrous coal-black locks were two, gracefully pointed, black
tipped, tawny cat ears. And sticking out from underneath her modest dress was a long, silvery-white wolf tail.
Destiny breathily gasped again, her swirling, amber-bronze orbs widening in surprise. Could this be…me? She put her lithe hand against her mouth in shock; the impossibly
beautiful woman in the mirror did the same. She blushed cutely as she realized how small her baby clothes were and was pressing tightly across her chest and hips, yet
oddly still felt loose around her tiny waist.
The white garment barely reached past her perfectly-sized buttocks and hardly brushed her smooth, long, milky white, hairless legs. Her crewmates were staring at her,
drooling helplessly in her presence with hearts in their eyes.
"I'm… I'm sorry for all the commotion I've caused." She whispered in a melodious voice, bowing. This action unfortunately caused her dress to rip. She yelped in surprise and
struggled in vain to cover herself up. Marco and all of the crewmembers rushed to her, offering her their jackets to preserve her modesty.
Marco came first, and draped his jacket over her shoulders. "Thank you Markykins!" Destiny said shyly, batting her long lashes. "Duh, anytime beautiful." His eyes turned
into hearts once again. He escorted her back to her bedroom;"Um, would you stay outside and keep watch? I don't want anyone to see me while I'm changing." "Sure
buttercup." He said in a manly, sappy, voice.
"Arigato very much." Destiny shut the door behind her and went to a nearby window. She began singing; it was as if a chorus of angels descended from heaven on a flock
of nightingales while in an orchestra that was in a garden in the middle of spring. In short, it was amazing. It was the voice of nature, an extremely rare ability that allows
the person who has the ability to talk to any living thing.
Dozens of birds and butterflies carrying reams of cloth and roses began flying into the cabin; they surrounded her in a whirl of silk and roses. A pod of dolphins came up
next to her window, holding a clam shell. She gently reached inside and pulled out a black pearl necklace they had constructed for her. It also carried a shell from Neptune in
the center of the necklace that allowed users to breathe underwater.
When the birds and butterflies flew away, they revealed a silken scarlet dress that got its color from the hundreds of roses that had been pressed onto it and it carried an
enchantment from the bird queen that allowed the dress to never rip or fade and it always smelled like fresh roses. Some of the birds were tailor birds and had sown her
dress together. The butterflies had provided magical thread that allowed the wearer to fly gracefully and smoothly.
Destiny slowly opened the door and walked outside, Marco's mouth dropped open. "You…you… look…" he stuttered. "Ridiculous?" she asked looking shyly up at him through
her thick lashes. "N-no. You look…amazing." Her face flushed prettily as he held out the crook of his arm, "Will you accompany me to the party?" he asked dashingly. She
slipped her arm through his, "Party?" "Yeah, it's to thank you for saving all of our lives, especially Dad's."
Her face turned redder, "It-it was nothing really; I was just doing what anyone else would've done." "But something's bothering me…How'd you do it?" "She looked at him
questioningly with large, platinum-magenta, turquoise eyes. "Did what?" "You made that man collapse just the telling him to stop."
"At first I thought it was Haki, but it was way more powerful than anything I've ever seen in my life; and Pops has the highest form." Destiny blinked her luminous, long-
lashed eyes at him, "Do you mean Haoshoku Haki? I think I read about it in my home's library before it-" Her gentle voice got caught in her throat, "before it was
destroyed."
Gilded tears began flowing down her smooth, porcelain cheeks. Marco put his arm comfortingly on her smooth, supple shoulders; she sniffled daintily, tears sparkling on her
beautifully sculpted cheeks, "I remember that day; it was a beautiful spring day, right after I was born."
Forty three days ago
"Oh dear, Mary Beautiful Gorgeous Diamond Sapphire Blood Assassin Scarlet Indigo Charlotte Swan Neko Chan Swan Shabalabah Ding Dong Wing Dong Portugas D. Blood Assassin
Sue the First, Last, and Only what are you doing in our extensive library of knowledgy knowledge surrounded by books that no baby should be able to read until they're as old and
experienced as me?"
"Oh father," A gorgeously adorable newborn with flowing golden locks turn around and gave her father a dazzling white smile. "I was just translating these books with the funny
symbols in it!" She plopped down a giant stack of paper in front of him, each sheet contained lines with perfectly written words that were written in cursive.
"OMG, how did you know what was written down in this book? It was written in Poneglyphs! And you wrote so fast too!" Mary giggled musically at her father's foolishness, "Don't you remember the twelve fairies that came to my birthday a few hours ago? One of them granted me the gift of being able to read Poneglyphs, another one gave me the ability to read at the speed of light, and another one gave me the ability to write at the same speed?"
"What a smart child you are!" The king gasped. She giggled musically again, "Well one of the fairies did grant me the gift of extreme intelligence." "Too bad about that curse one of
the fairies we forgot to invite gave you; the curse of irresistible beauty." "It was for the sake of the story so that I can become really angsty about it later for the sake of drama."
"You are so selfless!" her father sobbed, hugging her.
"And that was before the Marines killed everyone, I barely managed to get out alive." Marco blew his nose in a tissue, "How did you make it out, being so small and
helpless?" "One of the fairies was from the hidden village of the Starlight clan and gave me kickass ninja pwn skills, and the wilderness fairy gave me a pack of loyal wolves;
none of them made it, except for Lil' Precious."
She wiped her tears away angrily with the back of her firm, delicate hand, "It's all because of my stupid curse! If I wasn't so beautiful they would still be alive!" Marco gently
cupped her heart shaped face in his masculine hands. "I love how you look; you shouldn't ever try to change it." Her swirling indigo auburn eyes began to fill up with tears
again, "Oh Marco!" She buried her face into his chest, hugging him.
Marco hugged her back; Destiny looked up at him with tear laden eyes. He looked down at her with his blue eyes. They slowly leaned their faces together, and had the best
kiss in the history of the world.
Ten minutes later
Marco staggered from around the corner with hearts in his eyes and fainted. He melted into a puddle of heart-shaped goo and swirled towards Whitebeard. "She's ready."
He said in a dreamy voice. He turned into a phoenix and flew high into the sky and exploded into a hundred fiery- blue heart-shaped pieces. "That's the signal to start the
fireworks in her honor!" Whitebeard yelled.
"Hai!" They all began lighting the fireworks; they did not notice the crimson haired man hiding in the shadows. The fireworks reflected off his swirling emerald-silver eyes. He
smiled, revealing two sharp fangs, "Found you."
SN: Ha! How do you like that? That's what you guys get for being so mean to me and my character! While I was at modeling school, saving puppies and mermaids, you guys
were, like, pathetically writing such mean reviews! So you guys didn't have her for, like, months! I bet you guys are sorry now!
AN: Sorry for not updating for so long. This was caused by a mixture of writer's block and school. I'll try to update faster! Sorry! This is probably my longest chapter yet!