Author's Note: Gyah! So tired -.- Alright next chapter out... muahahaha muahaha MUAHAHAHA...

Character(s) present: Monkey D. Garp... the others are more mentions, they don't really have an active role in this chapter.

So character mentions: Monkey D. Luffy, Portgas D. Ace, Sabo, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Monkey D. Dragon, Bogard

Enjoy.


Chapter 11

I feel my smile growing wider as I watch them. They're so adorable, just running around and playing together. They want to be pirates and I think that's a wonderful idea. The youngest comes up to me with his D smile and he asks, "Pet, are you going to come and play with us?"

I cock my head before laughing slightly, "You should all run along and enjoy the air outside. I have to stay in, don't you remember?"

My smile lessens when he pouts at me, but Ace and Sabo call to him, from outside. He gives me one last look of discontent before running out of the house. I watch him go, but don't feel the urge to follow him at all. I shake my head and get up from the floor inside the house. I use the wall to support me before grabbing my cane. I begin my limp to the kitchen where my mother, Sakura, cooks. She's always taken care of me, despite my ailments and she's always loved all her children equally. Her father died a long time ago, but he left us many things in his name and we couldn't appreciate them more. We live in this large mansion-like house in the East Blue, I know it sounds fancy, but we live very humbly with lots of friends and family to care for, even strangers tend to be directed our way. I limp inside the kitchen and find my mother sitting on the counter right beside Law. Law turns to me with a smirk, "Take your time, gimpy-ya."

I smile, despite myself, "Thanks for the advice, Law-kun." He's very good at deflecting, but I know he's a real sweetheart, I can't find it in me to be angry with him. He came to us so very long ago with his trusted friend, we all call him Cora. I actually started that nickname for him. He's a tall fellow with some baggage, but that doesn't matter, I like to think that I can help carry other people's baggage even with a bum leg. It's never stopped me.

I sit beside my mother and she smiles gently at me, "Sweetheart, did I hear Luffy asking you to go play with them?"

Unfazed, I respond, "Yeah, he saw me watching and wanted me to join."

Sakura's pink eyes hold my brown as she places her gentle hand on my shoulder, "You should have at least gone outside for a bit."

I shake my head as an unexplained feeling of terror fills me at the thought of venturing outside, "I don't want to." I turn away with a slightly worried expression, No matter what, I don't want to go outside.

Sakura gets up with a sigh and finishes making her grand dinner. I get up to help set the table and notice Law watching me out of the corner of his eye, ugh, who does he take me for?

I remember the day Law and Corazon first arrived, it was storming outside and they both looked hunted and tired. Cora seemed fairly okay, but Law appeared sickly with some odd disease. I was only eighteen at that time, but I still remember it, clear as day, their shared looks of relief when I ushered them in. I fussed over Law and cared for him while Cora, almost like an older brother, watched solemnly as I nursed his dearest back to full health. I'm fuzzy on the process, but something tells me not to think too much about it. Over the months, the boys and I grew close. I was a lonely child growing up, but I don't remember being so sad about it, all I know is the happiness and contentedness I feel now.

I take a seat and fix my leg into a comfortable position before turning my attention to dinner. I wait for Luffy, Sabo, Ace, Law, and soon enough Cora comes home. Sakura passes out the food and takes her seat before they all sit and dig in. That dinner was a fine time and I really enjoyed their company. Law with his slight tick at the antics of the younger boys and Cora smiling discretely at them all. My mother and I joined him in smiling. After I finished, I stood carefully and grabbed my cane to lean on before dismissing myself and hobbling out of the kitchen.

I still smiled because of my great mood, until in the hallway, on the second floor, when I turned to look out the window and saw pools of blood. I falter and my back bumps the wall in my shock looking out that window and seeing a horrible man coming towards me with a knife of some sort. The walls around me fade as if nothing and, for a second, I truly believe I am strung up and I feel all my blood gushing down my body. I can hear the dripping of it and it pools around me. That man comes closer and I'm about to scream, but as I do, I recognize my own hands covering my face before I look up and see the walls of my house in place and the window is no longer a doorway to hell. I gasp and clutch my thumping heart. I notice I fell over and lay on the ground. No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to catch my breath. That was all just too real.

I hear footsteps and then, before a pause, they run to me and crouch beside me as Cora frets, "Pet! Are you okay?! What happened!?"

I try to sit up with a smile, but he sees my faces as he assists me in standing, "I'm fine. I just..." I trail off and grow silent.

Cora hugs me to him and we embrace, he states, "Then why the tears, baka."

I frown and realize that tears heat my face. He walks me to my room before I go inside and he leaves to go to his. After closing the door, I lean against it and can't stop thinking, I don't want to go back there.

I have a nice sleep, without any dreams, and in the morning I get to work cleaning the house. I'm an early riser so I usually have it mostly clean for the day after everyone else gets up. Cora comes to check on me, casually, before leaving. I sigh after he leaves me to my scrubbing. My mother makes us all breakfast and we eat together, as usual. Over breakfast, Cora asks, "So Pet... Do you want to go for a walk with me?"

I finish chewing and look at him skeptically, he's avoiding my gaze, however, I turn to my mother when she cuts in, "I think that'd be a wonderful idea! Go out Pet, and get some fresh air."

I frown at her then look at him, "Not today, I have some things I want to do."

Cora nods while averting his eyes. Law looks between us and he asks me, "Are you going to teach me more about medicine?" I smile at him and nod, his faces brightens slightly before he goes back to eating his food. Sabo, Ace, and Luffy all whine, "You never want to spend time with us. You're always inside!" "Come play with us!" "Yeah!"

I smile lightly at them before sternly telling them, "I wouldn't be able to keep up anyways."

They huff before running out. Sakura turns to me once more and I can see the hard tint in her eyes as she reprimands me, "You'll have to go out sometime. Can't keep yourself in here forever."

I turn away from her before excusing myself. Can't she see? I don't want to go outside. I can't explain it, I just don't want to go out there, yet.

I limp to our small clinic in our house. It's nothing huge, but there also aren't many doctors around town so they tend to come to me for help. When I hurt my leg, I tended to have a lot of free time to learn and practice before becoming an unofficial doctor. Law thinks I'm an expert for some reason, but he likes coming in to help me in tending patients. My mother and I have the money to pay for medicine, but I do have to charge a small amount when they come to see me. Everything's always straightforward and easy in our little clinic and I think Law mostly enjoys the actual practice.

He told me about his parents and how they were doctors. In his giving information away, he also asked about the story on my injured leg. I told him everything. I had grown up with a love for the outdoors and being active, but my mother and I moved here after some terrible events happened and how my actions led to a badly wounded leg and ego. There was nothing to be done about it. I had a lot of support, but I just didn't want to face the world anymore and so I hide myself away in this house. Law understood, but he also voiced his belief that one day I would have to come out.


Daray watched solemnly as Pet lived out her dream life. He sighed at her antics, she really just does not want to come out, huh. He understood why, even on a deeper level she knew that if she ventured outside her home in that fantasy she'd emerge from her dream and have to face the world. The world, this world outside she's trying to escape. He turns his broad head to the goings on outside, more torture, at this point they're just trying to get a response. When the Prince visits he seems extremely stubborn in insisting the hired men carry on, despite Pet's unresponsiveness. Daray knew he could make her move and talk if he took the wheel fully but he, too, was afraid. If he did grab that handle he'd experience all the pain Pet's body is feeling, but for now, it's all disconnected from him and her. It's as if he's reading the signals that show where it hurts, he sees it hurting and remembers the type of pain that goes with it, but he doesn't really know the full extent of it. He's afraid it'd be enough to drive him and her mad.

Still, when looking at her world, he set in place people to get her to accept it and come out, he wants her out. He wants her to face her reality and come out from it stronger than ever. For now, he can keep the lid on the pain levels so it doesn't spill out, but if she keeps ignoring those phantoms for long enough then he'll have to step into the line of fire. I need to wake her up when there's a chance she can free herself. He really doubted there'd be many of those, though. He silently prayed for someone to care just enough to find her or free her, heck, they could even do both for all he cared. He just needed someone to pull them out of this otherwise... they'd have to pull themselves out and that might be too much to bear. That one action of once again saving herself might lead Pet to be even more depressed, she always wants someone to help her, not because she can't do it herself, but because she wants the comfort that there are people there for her. She's a big girl and she can take a lot, but there comes a time when even Daray wishes that she'd stop waiting and help herself. She waited too long and Daray was stuck with having to help her, her last resort is to go to him, when she just can't deal with something herself she asks him to step in. Daray shakes his head and continues watching and waiting. When the time is right, I'll get her out.


The progress on the Marines and Revolutionaries consisted of them searching island to island, every kingdom and every palace. The Marines would be all official and tiptoe around the sovereigns while the Revolutionary agents were more efficient in sneaking in and searching wherever they please. Daiki was losing hope that they'd find Pet alive. It'd already been close to a year since she'd been deemed missing and they had no way of knowing for sure whether they'd even been right to check off those islands already searched. He came across many Revolutionaries who didn't see the appeal in having Pet as an ally with all the stories. Many asked him, "Why are you trying so hard? Didn't she almost kill you?"

Daiki would narrow his eyes at the speaker and growl, "She didn't do that because she wanted to, and she didn't want to kill me, in the first place. She let me live." Dragon knew the story. Daiki had told it after he'd been rolled in on a gurney for all his broken bones and cuts. He'd been asleep most of the ride to base, occasionally waking in a daze before falling back into a deep sleep. When Daiki was fully aware, Dragon came in to ask him what happened.

Daiki remembers laying on his back in bed with multiple bandages and telling Dragon in a husky and underused voice, "The 'Demon Wolf' and I had a little chat."

Dragon frowned, "I've heard of them, an important person in the Navy that they send to get things done. You met them?"

Daiki nodded slightly before continuing and staring at the ceiling, "I met her. She's very powerful."

Dragon's frown deepened, "The great 'Demon Wolf' is a woman?"

Daiki grinned, "I'd always known the person could be a girl, but I always assumed they were a guy, but, sir, this woman, she told me herself. She was undercover to kill me or anyone of top status in the army."

Dragon raised a brow, "She was supposed to kill you? How come you're alive? The stories go she always carries out missions perfectly."

Daiki continued grinning, "She let me go. She killed a Commodore who's in the Marines, an ally. Then she let me go...well... after." He gestured to his current status as a bedridden patient.

Dragon stared at Daiki, who remained unfazed, "Why would she kill one of her own? Why would she let you escape with your life?"

Daiki grew serious, "She saved these kids that the Commodore almost killed. Then afterwards she killed him, I think she was upset with his actions towards those kids. I can only assume why she let me go."

Dragon nodded once while soaking up all the information, "She's a sympathizer? Did she tell you why she let you go, any information at all?"

Daiki nodded gravely, "I'm kind of fuzzy on the details, what with bleeding to death, but I think she told me her name was Pet and that it'd be better for her if I left the Kingdom for a while, and if it were kept secret that one of the Revolutionary's top ranks weren't there so she would have an excuse to not be able to kill anyone."

Dragon leaned on a wall with his arms crossed, thinking, "Did you give her a means of contacting us? It'd be good to have someone of her caliber as an ally, and her actions suggest she's not trying to bring down the Army or she's at least trying to work around it."

Daiki shook his head, "No, I was going to give her my number, but she put me down before I had the chance." Dragon nodded at his response.

"We'll have to wait and see with that one."

In the following months Daiki questioned whether Pet really was a sympathizer just because she decimated a vast amount of his army in that land. Dragon remained skeptical about her actions and she soon left the land. They eventually won, and both Daiki and Dragon had to wonder if she could ever really be an ally.

Now, without a doubt, Daiki knew she could be their confidant and Dragon agreed with him and his conclusion. After Dragon met her, he felt a bond being forged and it was a comforting thought that he wouldn't have to worry about this woman assassinating him or any of his men. Daiki always leaned more toward having a friendly relationship with Pet, he just thought they'd turn out to be friends one day. Now that Pet was in trouble, he felt it was his duty to help her as much as he could. As the days drew on and eventually turned to weeks, then even more months, Daiki was losing hope. To have a very thorough investigation took time and time was something they seemed to be running out of.


Garp was having way more trouble, he couldn't go certain places or do certain things without clearance, and he dreamed of the day he could clobber whoever started this whole search. He wants Pet back and he wants her back now. Life was being a real bitch and he grew angry. His subordinate had been missing a full year and a half. The Navy spent less time on the search, but Garp was still very immersed in it. He couldn't stop, the thought of his grandsons urged him on, but that doesn't mean along the way he didn't clobber any pirates he found. He tended to rampage about and really put the beat down on any pirates just because of how tense he'd been growing.

Garp also had the growing fear of what Pet would be like when she returned, she was only just making progress on opening up to him and loosening up. He didn't want her to come back a shell, having reverted back because of all her troubles that he could only imagine. The memory of meeting her was still prominent in his mind and he found her to be a very strong woman.

He especially liked when they were in the middle of an all out brawl and seeing Pet simply put pirates down without even giving them a scratch. She rarely ever had to draw her swords, or claws for that matter. The times she did were magical. He'd watch with crossed arms and a set face beside his swooning men as she gracefully unsheathed her swords or extended her claws, either way there was a dangerous beauty about her, a refined talent that Garp respected.

He was hanging out on his ship one day awaiting the new member of his crew when he saw her, she wore a look of solidarity and walked with an air of authority. This one must have a complex, he thought to himself. She came to him and saluted before he waved his hand while telling her, "At ease." Her arm fell to her side, but she didn't seem like she ever relaxed. She met his gaze before stating, "Commodore Pet, reporting in."

Garp frowned at her rigidity, "We'll be heading to the North Blue to patrol those waters." Pet nodded while remaining in place, Garp asked, "Yes?" Pet frowned for a fraction of a second before shaking her head and adjusting her attitude to Garp.

"Nothing. When do we set sail?" Garp noticed the change, she just adapted.

Garp smiled that D smile, "Soon!" He left her while laughing without restraint. She continued frowning and watched him go.

They set sail and Garp tried to strike conversation with Pet while she distanced herself from everyone. His underlings took his lead but, in the end, Pet only ever gave obsolete answers and Garp grew angry at her responses. He tried bonking her on the head, but to his dismay she caught his wrist, when he put more power into it she held her ground, none of them moved an inch. She declared, only loud enough for him to hear, "I am here to do my job, it is not in your job description to be my friend or whatever." Garp smiled down at her which only seemed to unsettle her.

He took his fist away while laughing, "You're an interesting one." Pet narrowed her eyes at him. He caught the flash of yellow, but couldn't miss the fangs protruding. Unbeknownst to him, Pet had the inner struggle, To chomp on his neck or to not chomp on his neck, decisions, decisions. He saw her fangs retract and she turned her back and walked away. He faced his men with a smile while muttering sheepishly, "Maybe we should let her come on her own?" He grinned while rubbing the back of his head.

Then they stood side by side on his ship with Bogard on his right and Pet on his left. An enemy pirate ship nearing them, Garp turned to his left while ordering, in a questioning tone, Pet, "You have the Captain, I want to see you fight." She nodded while keeping her eyes on the ship, but he saw the satisfaction shine for a moment. Garp's smile grew wide when the ships began exchanging cannons and he began throwing his, but he only aimed to stop the pirates from leaving and let Pet onto the ship. Pet had a different plan in mind, however, with a genuine smile she braced herself before hopping into the air and ordering, "Throw!" He waved his hand with the same amount of force as if he were throwing a cannon ball and Pet used his force while adding a bit of her own as she sped through the air and with a flip landed gracefully on the deck of the enemy ship. The only sign that anything had made contact was the rocking of the ship and cracks forming around Pet's landing zone.

She straightened out while smirking at the pirates surrounding her. Garp halted his assault and watched with a wide grin. Bogard wore a light smile as well. Pet, in a wisp, appeared behind the Captain. Even Garp had trouble following her movement. His jaw may have dropped when all the crew fell to the ground, unconscious. The Captain jumped away while angling to face her, all the while, he was fretting over his fallen comrades. Pet cocked her head and grinned with her hands clasped behind her back, she asked, "Surrender?"

Garp almost hoped for a moment that he was the fighting type, but they got the coward instead. He surrendered while crying about life being unfair. Garp's battleship pulled up beside the pirate ship and arrested all the unconscious pirates along with their Captain. Then they confiscated anything of value and left the ship to sink. Pet was applauded and Garp clapped her on the back. She wasn't fazed at all by it and took the praise with dignity and humility. Every time she fought, it was a true spectacle. Garp greatly admired her fighting skills and her technique, but he frowned upon her social skills, he desperately wanted her to loosen up.

He decided on the way to visit his grandsons after Pet stated, "I have no family, just my duty to the Marines," that he wanted her to have a family and he was more than willing to share. He thought it would loosen her up, but now he's afraid it would all be undone.


Daiki almost jumped for joy when he got a new lead on Pet's whereabouts. Apparently, there was some suspicious activity in one kingdom named Exaltia. Agents, while there, by chance, heard some servants gossiping about the Prince's determination to make his toy work again. They said something about, "the poor girl." That was enough to send Daiki on his way with Gena in tow. Daiki made land in no time and hurried with Gena and the rest of his team behind them, they all headed to the castle. They slipped in quietly and got to searching the rooms for any signs of Pet. They kept out of sight and were never found.

Daiki scaled a wall down to a window, all because he couldn't get into the room, without being spotted. He had his lookouts at the top while he slid down on the rope. He came to the window to peer inside and what he saw took his breath away. He turned away after a moment of seeing Pet, her whole body was drenched in blood and her hair was matted with it. She wore torn clothes that hung from her and yet when he turned back, he still saw power. She was not emaciated and she was not skin and bones. She appeared dead to the world, but Daiki still expected her to animate at once and berate him for taking so long. He grew angry, he wanted to bust her out while he had the chance, but he knew, he had to let the Marines save her, this time.

He grit his teeth together and snapped a shot of her before heading back up to call off the search and send the evidence to Garp, the leading man on the Marine's investigation. Little did he know, Pet twitched after he left.


Daray lay in a pool of blood, his meadow long ago changed into a desolate land of dead foliage. Two years, it's been. He changed into his human form while lying on his back, facing the cloudy skies. I'm going to murder her when she comes out. He laughed, but regretted it immediately after he began coughing up blood. I don't get it. Why do I have to feel all her pain when it's supposed to be hers! How is this even happening... His own clothes were torn and he felt all the pain of her body, but kept it within so she wouldn't show it. In doing this, he manifested her wounds as his own and this horrible picture of his sorry ass was what occurred. He smiled, blood on his chin and his hair unkempt, I'm going to make this bitch pay. Time for her to wake up.

His eyes widened as a sound reached his/her ears, silently and without disturbing anything Daray made Pet's eyes look at the window and he saw the retreating form of someone. Her eyes were underused and dry, he could only make out blurs, there was also the issue of blood clouding her vision, but he tried to see past it all. He let her body snap back in place, the whole time it took was a few mere seconds, an outsider would assume she twitched. Daray weakly placed his hand on his stomach while lying on the ground and huffed, now they show up, huh. Some savior! I'll kill them too for making us wait so long.

He calmly watched the sky and set in motion the events that he think would get Pet back on her feet. Now he had proof that someone cared about her, she can take over from here.


Pet smiled as she sat talking with her family. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. She frowned slightly and Cora stood up to go get it. Cora called her and she stood, then limped to the door. She noticed her family's faces as she went, they were all so sad. Pet walked to the front door, down the never ending hallway. She came to the door and saw Cora looking at her with a solemn expression. She peered outside and found a man completely covered in blood on the ground outside. How did he knock on the door if he's over there? Her breath leaves her as she really takes note of his condition, his tattered clothes, matted hair, a pool of blood already surrounding him. Her panic and alarm begin to rise and she looks at Cora, "Get Law."

Cora smiles at her before gently shaking his head, "Can't do that." Pet frowns at him before turning back to the man and seeing her mother and adopted brothers outside. Phantoms, unknown to her eyes, deal similar wounds to them before they, too, fall. Cora continues watching her despite the massacre outside, "What are you going to do, Pet? Your family needs you, in more ways than one."

Pet grips her cane while looking down at her leg, Cora follows her gaze, "Are you going to let that hold you back, forever?" Pet bites her lip and is torn between the feeling of wanting to save her family, but also the unexplainable fear of venturing outside. She looks at Cora before he, too, heads out, "Time to make a choice."

Pet drops her cane, and on instinct alone, grabs Cora's arm and throws him back into the house while she makes her way down the porch steps to her family and the stranger. Pet looks back at Cora for one moment and she locks gazes with him, as he smiles at her, "Take care of them." Pet gets the sudden urge to throw up as she takes a knee and makes the change, the dream becomes a dream, and reality comes back to her. She's still cut off from her current feelings, but she materializes on hard dirt.

She looks up with her face set in stone. Her eyes search about her and she surveys the land. Where am I?

She turns and right beside her is Daray, the man she saw in her fantasy that was a bloody mess. Now I know why, at least. She stands at his side and her eyes calculate his condition. She kneels beside him as his unseeing eyes open, the yellow is a dull color, the light is gone from them. She frowns, "What happened here?"

Daray raised a brow at her words, but he didn't seem like he had it in him to sass her anymore, let alone talk at all. He raises the hand from his stomach and Pet grabs it. She holds his hand and all his knowledge is made known to her. She lowers her head before her eyes meet his in defiance, she screams, "Why the fuck didn't you tell me it was this bad already! I would've fucking come out! Especially after that little stunt you pulled to get me out! Look at you! You poor excuse for a wolf! Where's your pride in having a pack! I'm your fucking pack! Don't hesitate to have me deal with this just because I asked to you to go as long as possible! You waited too long, now look at you!" She huffs in anger, Daray smiles weakly at her, "Don't give me that look, you fucking prick...Oh, right! You're a lone wolf huh? Get over yourself, I could deal with this anytime I want, all you had to do was knock on the door and dangle my family and I'm here! Was it really so hard?"

Pet was furious at her wolf, she never meant for him to take the pain on himself, she just wanted to put off dealing with the issue for a while, until it was a bit more manageable. He should have known. Daray continues smiling at her, and she gets the message, she responds with, "You bet your ass I'm dealing with this. Look at you, like you can take anymore. I got this, Daray, don't worry about it. Consider me back and fucking pissed." Daray laughs silently before he begins coughing blood and Pet's features show worry before she lays his torso on her lap with his head against her curled leg. His eyes close and she holds him close with a frown. Stupid wolf, stupid pride. She sighs before looking at their surroundings once more, she muses, "Daray, you really outta lighten up the place." His eyes remain closed, but they still hold hands and he answers through connection, "My fault? As far as I'm concerned, it's your fault for not pulling me out sooner. How long has it been anyways? ... Two years, huh. I've missed so much already."

Pet thinks on Luffy, Sabo, Ace, everyone else. She sighs before gently laying Daray back on the ground, "I'll be right back, I'm going to hopefully get us a room change." She releases his hand and lays it by his side. She stands a bit away from him before she reconnects with her body, getting a glimpse of the pain her body's experienced.

She's in the middle of a torture session, her chains clink as her body convulses while her torturers look on with shock and behind the shock, absolute delight at a reaction. Pet raises herself to her hands with a look of pain as she gasps for breath before falling once more and reverting back to a disconnected state. In Pet's mind, she kneels on the ground with a lowered head while she pants. She's a little shaky, before she takes a deep breath and calms herself. The shivers are dispelled and she raises her head and turns to Daray. She crawls over to him and lays on her side, using her curled arm as a pillow while she stares at his bloody face. She's on her left side and her right arm slides over before she grasps his right hand. Tears fall down her face, she sends the message without having to say it, I'm so sorry, Daray, that that was the amount of pain you were in. I'm here now, I'll handle it. Just rest.

The idea of pain doesn't faze Pet in the slightest, she has the resolve to overcome it. The only issue she has with pain is it makes her head a little fuzzy. She lays beside Daray while holding his hand. Her tears are gone and those feelings of sadness and sympathy have changed to pure hatred. Pet has serious issues with people taking the fall for her or sacrificing themselves for her sake, never before has she ever given anyone the chance to do that for her, and Daray just did. Although she was extremely touched, now she was slightly angry, not at him, more like the people who made him hurt in the first place. She had to take some of the blame herself, and that was what she had a problem with. She had to take the blame, despite never asking him in the first place to share her pain. All she could do now was wait. The waiting was time for her anger and hatred to grow, and the desire to wreak vengeance and havoc on the whole castle became stronger than ever before.


Finally, the time has come. Pet's eyes open from where she lay, Daray continues sleeping. In his sleep, he wheezes, probably from a punctured lung. She lets go of his hand before rolling away and standing. She smiles as she feels the moonlight on her skin. She hasn't reconnected fully with her sensors yet, but she knows she's no longer in a dim and dark dungeon room. She's upgraded slightly and she's happy there's a full skylight. She could laugh, the moon is just above her and its light bathes her in its power. Yes, this is the perfect time to strike. She's learned with her Devil fruit power that the moon is her source and when it's out and full, she's at her strongest. With a deep breath and a glance at Daray she plunges back into control and reconnects fully with her body. Every incident of pain and torture that it's experienced comes plowing through her. She remembers it all, and it's only worse because it's all at once.

She convulses from the memories and her hands form fists while she curls into herself, the moon strengthens her and in her pain, she screams. Her scream is long and piercing and is cut from her voice as she builds her strength and her eyes open showing a new shade of color, a bright and glowing red.

The Kairoseki is nothing to her and it shatters at her strength. She falls before landing on all fours while panting, she looks at her hands, but everything looks red to her. Her claws dig into the pavement and her unkempt hair falls around her. She looks up with a breathy cackle, and sets forth the most terrifying growl one can ever encounter. Looking back on that moment, Pet only regrets that the servants heard it. Later, when taking account of what happened that night, many swear it was as if a demon had been summoned and the apocalypse was upon them.

Pet smiles with long fangs, her teeth had all been shaped into that of a wolf's and her already toned appearance became ripped. She stands and some guards come in to see what all the commotion is about. She smiles maniacally at them, she doesn't see them as a person, she sees them as what they are: her prey. She cocks her head while her eyes freeze them in place, the smell of piss and shit reach her nose and and she throws her head back in a throaty laugh. She lunges forward and impales one guard where he stands, mind you, straight through his armor. She pulls her arm out with a crazed look, if her blood was dried before, now she has new fresh blood dripping. She adores the smell of it and turns her gaze to the other man, still frozen in fear. He has small tears streaming down his face at the sight of her. She pounces on him and digs her teeth into his neck and savors the tasted fear in her mouth. She stands from her place atop him with blood still dripping down her chin. She hears the sound of footsteps rushing toward her. She bursts forward intent on meeting them.

The guards stopped in the middle of the hallway on their way down to the dungeon area. Right in the middle, on all fours, before she stands to her full height, is Pet. They stopped, she didn't seem human anymore. Her actions were based on a bestial instinct. She had stood and smiled at them, blood dripped from her mouth and down her arm. They were frozen just as the others. Pet walks forward a bit, but to her dismay they seemed to be too scared to move. She cocks her head and growls, "I like it better when my prey runs." They begin shaking in their boots at the sound of her voice, it wasn't human either, it was deep and rumbling, as if it were laced with rolling thunder. She sighs before massacring them all. The teaching that one should not play with one's food, in her case, never stuck. She turns back to the heap of bodies before following her nose to find more. She had two people she especially wanted to hunt.

She left the servants alone, but that doesn't mean, by appearance alone, she didn't give them the scare of a lifetime. They had heard the stories that they were harboring a powerful person, but no one ever mentioned how downright frightening she was. Pet would smile as they covered themselves as she walked by, some fainted, while others would beg and plead. She found it all amusing, but not worth her time. She didn't even spare the children the sight of her. She was on a hunt, whoever was in her way, was mere collateral damage. She killed any guards when she could, anyone that stood in her way depending on her mood was either torn apart or maimed or, as a way of showing slight mercy, she would cut their throat with her claws. She doesn't know how many she murdered, honestly, she didn't care and will never care. She saw them all as not just her enemies, but beneath that level, they are her true prey.

Hey, she was in the mood for a party, and to her, party and massacre mean the same thing.

After "cleaning" up the trash she finally found the great hall of the palace, barricaded, nonetheless. She laughs to herself as an army of guards stand in her path. She drags her claws down in the air in front of her before releasing a powerful howl that carries the slashes, which in turn cut the men in their armor and then carries on to the massive doors. The doors were cut down and the army decimated. Pet finishes howling as her slashes have down their job. The men lay dead in front of her, those caught in the slicing wind, at least. They were cut in various methods depending on which slashes met them, some were lucky and only had arms or legs missing while others had their heads, chests, or whole torsos dispatched from the rest of them. Pet makes her way across the newly made graveyard. She yearns to go and play with those screaming and writhing in pain. She could yell at them to shut up or tell them that writhing will only make death come fast, but the smell of fear taints the air in front of her, right now all she smells is the fresh blood and death. Fear is her favorite smell and it draws her forward past the blood bath.

The smell carries from the hall and she knows, as it only gets stronger, they have no where left to run.

She reaches the wrecked doors and finds the King and his son hiding in the back behind a cover of servants from the palace. Pet cocks her head at the sight of them, she still wears an open mouthed smile. Her fangs catch in the moonlight and others' blood drips from her. Her vision is still in different shades of red, she doesn't care about faces and who these people are, all she knows is the hunt and her anger. Her hatred manifested into red orbs that make her eyes glow with it. She tilts her torso to the side from where she stands, her fingers curled like claws even with actual claws extending from them. The King and Prince are shouting at her or begging her, but she doesn't hear them, she's being selective, she tells the sacrifices, "If you continue to stand there, it will not sully my conscience to kill you all. Either leave with your lives as if God, himself, were showing you the path or stay and I'll give you a glimpse of true hell. My business is with the two behind you." Pet waits and many begin running, they give her a wide berth in their flight. Pet's eyes remain fixed on the King and Prince. To her dismay, none of their sacrifices chose to remain and the two seem upset about it too. Pet begins walking forward and in the background hears the screams of terror as those servants make their way past Pet's mess.

She cackles at them before going forward and getting in the face of Blaine, he flinches visibly while she is looking down at him. She towers over both of them. She stands for a moment and time seems to halt before her smile grows wider and she stabs him in the shoulder with her finger. She jumps back laughing while he grips his wound with a look of pain. She tilts her head watching him before dealing a few more good stabs while the King merely stands by, awaiting his turn. Blaine says, "You won't get away with this." She circles her prey with a look of detached glee.

"And you won't make it out of this. I win." She pounces on his back and he slams on the floor with a thud and a cry of pain as she digs her claws into him before dragging her claws down his back as he screams in pain. Blood splatters her face, but it's no matter, her vision is already the color of it. It seems right to give the world a reason to be this color, and the only way she can accomplish this is by draining her enemies of theirs and using it as paint. She bathes in it and her eyes grow wide and she grows hungry for it, she falls into a frenzy. She kneads her claws into him like a cat on the carpet. He continues screaming and gurgling before his breath leaves him. She throws herself from him and lays on her side watching his face and the way it expresses pain, he dies that way. It's a magnificent thing when he dies, his face will forever be etched into the look of pain she gifted him with. She rolls over and rises on all fours before turning her head skyward and releasing her howl. The strength of the wind generated from it cracks the ceiling above her and the windows shatter around them.

She stops when she sees the King beginning to run. He's shouting and waving at something, but she doesn't care. She jumps and lands on his back before sinking her teeth into his neck. He falls to his knees and she releases him. She walks around to see his face of pure terror. She barks laughter while cocking her head, really studying his death. She relishes it and she pushes off the ground and twists over him dragging her claws across his chest and neck. He falls face first with a splat and she sees him gurgling and sees the blood flowing. She takes a deep breath scenting the area and raising her head to the sky once more. Here in this moment, she is at peace.

She turns to the voices, at the edge of the hall, she didn't notice before. She is drunk and she still feels like she could let off some steam. She still craves blood. In a phase, someone is about to punch her, she dodges easily and stabs her right arm in the person's lower left abdomen.

This person...their smell...

Her red eyes meet with black ones. She disengages her arm quickly, disbelieving. She steps back as terror grips her, her anger and hatred dissolving. She clutches her head, "I-I d-didn't know..." She whimpers and takes a knee at the sight of the blood dripping from his wound, the wound she created.

She shakes her head still holding it before lowering it, she raises it at his laugh, "It's all right, Pet."

Tears form in her eyes and stream down her cheeks, she cries, "I-I'm s-so s-sorry, Garp."

Garp smiles at her while he clutches his stab wound. Pet begins shaking while crying before her strength leaves her and she faints. Her unhealed wounds, no longer halted by the moon's power, begin bleeding once more and she aches in her sleep.


Garp was sitting at his deck with his face buried in his hands as his anxiety levels were strained. Two years and no word of where she might be. Garp went into fits of rage whenever they came across a dead end or an uncooperative kingdom. His men would be holding him back as he threatened to beat the lot of them to a bloody pulp. Garp raised his head and composed himself when he heard a prompt knock at the door. He leaned back in his chair and told them, "Enter."

One of his men entered and saluted him before he waves his hand at him and motions for him to state his business. The man states, Garp notices he's brimming with excitement, "Vice Admiral, sir, we've just got this letter from an anonymous person saying they're from the kingdom of Exaltia and they sent this picture...and a letter."

Garp raises a brow and takes the letter and photo. He looks at the letter first and reads it:

To whomever it may concern,

I'm taking a risk in sending this letter, but I can not bear to watch anymore. They're killing her painfully and slowly. I believe you are searching for a Commodore called Pet. She is here, in Exaltia, she has been here for far too long. She needs your help and I can do no more. Please come and save her. If you don't believe me then I've also taken a picture and added it as proof. Hurry!

Anonymous Servant to the King

Garp turns his attention to the photo, a nice shot, but what he sees makes fists of his hands and crumples the letter and photo. His serious/angry face turns to his soldier and he growls, "Make way to Exaltia."

Garp stood abruptly from his seat and followed his man out, he began barking orders and they started their course to Exaltia, a small kingdom on the Grand Line. Garp stood rigidly as they worked their way as fast as they could to the island.

By the time they reached it, it was nighttime and the full moon was out. Garp had decided to turn in and deal with beating the King and Prince into oblivion in the morning, but he stopped on his way to his quarters. His men still out on the deck looked at each other too before turning to him.

On the wind they heard the sounds of people, distant sounds, running for their lives. They were screaming and rushing and Garp and his men could just barely make out the masses rushing out of the castle. Garp frowns and turns to his men before they gather some more and go to face whatever monster lurks in the shadows. The servants and such had crowded around outside and many were holding each other while shaking in fear. Some ran up to him and begged him not to go inside, while others, with more faith, turned to him and seemed to grow hopeful that he would slay the beast.

Garp made his way inside and, in all his years as a higher ranking Marine officer, what he saw moved him. He didn't hesitate to reassure his men and order, "Whoever doesn't have the stomach for this, go outside and get statements from the crowd gathered there."

Many of his numbers thinned, but Garp moved onward with those brave few right beside him. He waded through the blood while maintaining his seriousness, he could hear cries of pain down the hallway and he walked toward the sound. His Marines stayed closed. They came to a great hall where many lay dying or dead. When they past it, they came to stand at the doorway. Garp couldn't believe his eyes, as he watched Pet, her movements were like an animal. She was covered in red and, from the distance, he saw her face, it wasn't human emotion that she expressed. She seemed unreal. He assumed from the silence around him that his men were holding their breath at the sight. Garp realized that his breath had left him as well. Pet raises her face in her crouched position and lets out a reverberating howl that sends waves of power from her. He sees the cracks and the walls and ceiling crumple slightly from her voice. He can feel this cry in his soul, it aches with the message, "Justice has been served."

He turns to the King now waving to them, "Oh Marines!" He tries to run to them but, out of the corner of Garp's eye, Pet stops her howl and her red eyes lock onto the King moving towards them. The King is ordering, "Kill her! I order-" he's cut off as Pet pounces and Garp's eyes widen when she chomps down on his neck, the shocked King falls to his knees and she releases him. Garp fidgets slightly before Pet has angled her body around the King and cut his chest and neck. Garp moves forward slightly when the blood begins gushing down his torso. Five long jagged lines are side by side from the bottom of his jawline to the upper sections of the King's breasts.

Garp is reminded of the frenzy wolves experience during a hunt as Pet circles to the front of the King, now on the ground with his liquid life draining from his wounds. Her moves are still animalistic as Garp watches her cock her head and he assumed she laughed, but he could only make out strange barks. She raises her head to the ceiling and Garp takes a step forward, he analyzes the emotion in her look and all he can make out is the pleasure and strangely peace. It hits him hard, She feels as though she did a righteous thing...

Garp averts his eyes for a moment, adding in his own look of pain, before turning back to her as her red eyes focus on his group. On instinct, Garp steps in and moves to punch Pet out of her daze. He notices, too late, that she's reacting on instinct as well and hers are more in tune, she has the advantage when it comes to strong instincts. Garp doesn't have time to dodge as she jabs him with her arm. He merely stops and lowers his arms while looking down at her. He studies how her face changes after her red eyes burn into his, but he doesn't fear her and maintains his gaze as she pulls out and stands back.

He notes how her eyes' glowing dim and morph from red back to their regular brown. His hand moves to clutch the gaping wound she created, but he continues merely watching. His expression shows the pain of parent and their plight in watching their child break down. She clutches her head as if a piercing sound tore through her before she whimpers and takes a knee, shaking and then lowering her head.

Garp cocks his head at her, he's not angry or even really "hurt" but sad because he knows she's in a lot of pain from this. He laughs, despite himself, and tries to reassure her. She looks up and allows him the vision of her tears falling onto the blood soaked ground, she cries in strain, "I-I'm s-so s-sorry, Garp."

Garp smiles at her, he means for her to know that there's no hard feelings, but she doesn't understand him. Her shoulders shake then her whole body as she cries before stopping. He doesn't step forward when she falls and lays in a heap of herself.

He frowns at her before looking around and sighing, "You really know how to make a mess, don't you, Pet?" Garp turns to his men who were watching the scene. He orders them, "Go contact Headquarters and tell them we've found Commodore Pet and we need more people to clean up. Also get the medics." The men snap out of their daze and dash out the way they came. Garp looks down at his bleeding wound, he's had worse, but that doesn't mean the thing isn't annoying or pose a threat to his health. His eyes make their way back to Pet's unconscious form, he walks over to her and hefts her, by her tatters, onto his shoulder. He makes his way out, no longer having a reason to stay in the castle.

His mind replayed the looks in his mens' eyes, he frowns, they're afraid of her now.


Author's End Note: Done! FanFiction was being mean to me and made me have to redo all the corrections I made... and I made a lot... -.- so tired. Alright, I just want to take a moment to thank everyone who's Followed, Favorited, and Reviewed. Those are always appreciated. Hope ya'll enjoyed ;D