Hey, everyone I'm back! Happy very late New Years! I'm sorry if this chapter isn't very good. But I hope that you enjoy it anyways! I'm just gonna cut to the chase, here you go! Oh and thank you so much for all the favs and follows, I seriously didn't expect this many people to like this story!
-Why Did We Agree to This?!-
"Maaaarrrcoooo!" A cheery, feminine voice was heard across the entire Moby Dick and finally reached the ears of the pineapple-headed phoenix. He looked over and smiled slightly at his youngest sister, Cerise, who was now 16. The girl skidded to a halt once she came near Marco, giving a sly smile. "Sooo, do you know what day it is?" she asked, leaning on Marco a bit.
Marco paused for a moment in mock thought, "Shanks isn't coming over is he?" he asked teasingly and Cerise blushed slightly, earning a smack to the head. "It's your sixteenth birthday." He answered and earned a nod from Cerise.
"And that means that I finally get to have my first drink!" she cheered, Marco didn't know why, but Cerise thought that it was absolutely hilarious when everyone else got drunk, and betted that she could still keep her composure after a few drinks, claiming that everyone else were a bunch of, quote on quote 'inebriates'. "I can't wait." She beamed and went off to go start her day.
"Ace, you ass, that's cheating!" Cerise whined when she caught Ace looking at her cards, swiping them out of his view with a pout. After all these years, Cerise had become much more open. She was a calm and collected type but playful when she wanted to be. She still used wide vocabulary and had even gained a bounty with the name 'Cursed Flower Cerise'. Her bounty price was 100 million at the moment, though it would most likely go up even more in the future.
Ace just smirked playfully, "You're the one showing your cards to everyone." Cerise just stuck her tongue out at him and threw her cards down.
"I quit." She said and left, her shoulder length hair swaying as she walked away with her head in the air. Protests could be heard as the girl walked away to go find something else to do. Grumbles of anger could be heard as Ace just smiled smugly and continued on with their little game of cards.
Cerise walked her way to her room and opened the door, seeing Izou putting some clothing onto her bed and turning his head to look at the pink-haired teen. "Ah, Cerise, I didn't want you to see it just yet, but, oh well." He said, sighing as Cerise walked towards her bed to see the clothing, "I made the robe and the jewelry just for you. Happy birthday." He said and Cerise smiled softly at the clothes.
It was a beautifully, patterned, one-sleeved robe that was a light blue color. Next to that was a beautiful dark blue, beaded leg jewelry that could easily fit around Cerise's thigh and a white fitted top that was sleeveless. "It's very diagrammatic." She said, feeling the robe and envisioning how good it would look on her. Izou felt his brow twitch.
"I-Is that a good thing?" he asked and smiled when Cerise nodded.
"I mean that it's very simple, but in a good way." She explained and gave Izou a quick hug, "Thank you."
"Your welcome. Now get dressed, it's almost time for you to have your birthday feast." He said hurriedly, pushing Cerise towards the bed and getting out the room. Cerise just sighed tiredly before putting on her clothes that Izou had made.
"Sons, I've gathered us here today because our youngest daughter and sister is finally 16. Now let's feast!" Pops announced, most of the food was eaten by Ace, of course, but everyone got their fair share. Cerise laughed and smiled, it was quite fun. She was even able to finally have her first couple of beers, and by couple I mean two, because after her second one… Cerise was quite drunk.
And she wasn't just any drunk, she was a drunk wanderer.
So once Cerise had gotten drunk, she disappeared. This made, almost, everyone sober up and try to the find the youngest crewmate. It made it harder to find her since they'd docked at an island that had a big city with lots of buildings.
Everyone had to go and look through the city that night and no one found her anywhere. She was actually gone. "Maybe she flew to another island?" Ace had suggested, though he was still drunk, so this made perfect sense in his head. Marco just facepalmed.
"Ace, we're days away from any other island, there is no way that Cerise could've done that. But we've almost searched every damn building here and still haven't found her! WHERE IS SHE?!" he shouted angrily.
"Marco, bud, calm down. She'll be back tomorrow~." Thatch reassured, putting an arm over Marco's shoulder. Marco roughly shoved him off.
"But what if she isn't? What if some man has her now? What if she's being raped?! What if she's dead?!" he screamed out, smoke just pouring out of his ears. Thatch and Ace both looked at the fuming pineapple and then at each other, then back at Marco with a blank look.
"I really think that you're just overthinking this…" Thatch trailed off and Ace nodded in agreement.
Marco growled slightly at the two, "Shut up! You're both drunk so you can't talk!" he pointed out and both men denied that they were drunk, "Ok, if you're not drunk, then walk over to me right now without drifting off to the side." He said.
Thatch accepted the challenge and got about ¾ of the way to Marco before drifting over to the right. Marco looked over at Ace and saw that he was having another sleep attack and sighed, maybe they were right. Cerise would be back tomorrow. There was no way she could be on another island, so she had to be on this island. She'd sober up tomorrow and come right back home.
"Alright, let's go back to the ship then." Marco stated.
Ok, now that entire Moby Dick was in a frenzy. Cerise hadn't come back home that morning, afternoon, or night. She had now been gone for 2 days and Marco had actually decided to fly to another island with Ace to see if she'd, somehow, been there instead.
Pops had to be comforted by Haruta and Izou as he shed tears, thinking that it was all his fault. "I knew I should've told her to wait another year~." He sobbed pitifully, sniffling.
Izou patted his father's lap, "Don't worry Pops, she'll be back. I know it. Cerise is a smart girl." Haruta did the same, though it didn't help much.
Thatch and Kingdew searched one half of the city while the other commanders searched the other half. Still, no one found her that day.
Until later that night.
Marco and Ace had returned later that night totally depressed. Cerise definitely wasn't at another island and she didn't seem to be out at the city either. Everyone was pretty down at this. They should've stayed sober when Cerise decided to have her first drink, that would've been the smart thing to do. But everyone was so happy about celebrating that they'd just decided to drink their hearts away.
Marco was about to go to his room when he suddenly hear one crewmate say, "Is that Cerise out on the docks?" Marco practically looked towards the dock and felt his jaw drop when he saw Cerise walking towards the ship, rubbing her head.
Once she made it on the ship everyone stared at her like a ghost. "What?" she asked, not understanding what was going on.
"Where were you?!" Marco and Izou asked at the same time, hands on their hips. They'd spent two days searching for the girl and now she just shows up on day three acting like nothing happened?! She'd made everyone worried sick.
And by the looks of it, Cerise had done some crazy things. Her hair was disheveled, slob coming out the corner of her mouth, dark bags under her eyes, her clothes drenched in sweat, beer, and food stains. What had she done while she was gone?
Cerise laughed out at the question after thinking for a moment. "It was crazy, I went to a strip club and became a stripper." She laughed out.
"WHAT?!" Marco screeched angrily, "WHO TOUCHED YOU?!"
Cerise shrugged, "I'm lying. I actually can't recall what happened the last two nights, I'm quite sure that I blacked out and just wandered around the city before falling asleep in a barrel, since I woke up in one." She chuckled.
"You're forbidden from drinking." Marco concluded and Cerise nodded.
"That sounds fair." She agreed and Izou took her to go get clean.
"Look at yourself, you're a mess." He complained, holding his nose. "You smell like old meat and sweat."
"Well it was quite the shindig." Cerise commented, walking into the bathroom.
There you guys go! I'm sorry if it doesn't feel like the original story, I just wasn't feeling it, but I enjoyed writing this chapter. But please don't be mad at me. I just wanted to give you guys another chapter since I said that I would give it to you next week, and it has been a while since I actually updated the story.
I think I may post two more chapters before ending it completely, so give me some ideas for what you want to see in the next two chapters, and think up some good ideas. And also tell me what kind of Child OC story you'd like to do next.
I can do a good majority, just look back at chapter 6 and 8 to see what kind of Child OC stories I can do. If you guys have any other suggestions, don't be afraid to ask! Anyways, thank you for reading and your welcome! Comments are appreciated! JA NE~!
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AndurilofTolkien: I'm glad that you loved that chapter, I'm sorry if this one is a bit shitty.
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Inebriates- a drunkard (noun)
diagrammatic- simple, but often in a good way
shindig- a large or lavish party