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I'm just going to say this first; THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE FAVS AND FOLLOWS! I never thought that this story would make it that far. Over 70 follows! I'm so happy that people are enjoying my story. I've come such a long way! Big thanks to everyone!
Anyways, I decided to go with Kurochach and lizziecats suggestion for the chapter. Thank you both for the ideas!


-She'll Be Ok, She's Strong-


Cerise gave a cheeky smile as she dodged the bullet that was shot at her, turning into sakura petals and sharply flying over to the marine fighter and punching him right in the face, knocking him out. She turned back to her human self, allowing petals to circle around her defensively, her long, pink locks floating lightly with the wind of her petals. She stood there, looking at the marines in front of her with her hands behind her back, her posture almost perfect.

One marine quickly came at her with his sword and started to slash at her, trying to cut her and slow her down. Cerise easily dodged, going left or right in order to miss the sword. Her brown eyes held much focus as she carefully watched the movements of the marine in front of her. The marine gave a small growl as Cerise quickly kicked his sword away from him. She smirked and kicked the man in the stomach, effectively having him on the ground, rolling around in pain. She was given clear instructions not to kill anyone.

The last two marines came at her with war cries, though they sounded hesitant. Cerise could tell that they were beginners. She used Summer's Storm to sharpen up her petals and was surprised when one of the marines actually cut her arm off, good thing that sword wasn't made of Seastone, or she would've been in trouble.

The marine that cut her looked at her with alarmed green eyes when he saw no blood coming from the wound, only sakura petals came from the wound before the severed arm burst into pink petals and flew back over to where Cerise's arm used to be. The petals easily turned back into Cerise's arm and she quickly kicked the marine away and into a wall, painfully knocking him out.

The last marine stood there, shaking fearfully as Cerise quickly went to knock him out before the first marine that she'd knocked out slid in the way, lifted his sword in the air and swept it down at Cerise's neck.

It seemed to go silent around the entire marine ship as the sickening sound of gurgling and blood hitting the floor could be heard. Cerise felt her body twitch at the full blown pain that coursed through her body, she could feel the blood rising in her throat, making her gurgle, unable to speak clearly. She couldn't see it, since her vision was turning black, but there was definitely a seastone sword stuck firmly on part of her neck, shoulder and a bit of her chest.

The marine didn't even bother to pull it out and watched Cerise stumble back, swaying with a terrified look on her face, as blood seemed to poor out her mouth, before falling right on her back with a thud. The air seemed to go thick with murderous aura as almost all of the Whitebeard commanders stared at Cerise with disbelief. Blood slowly pooled out of her sword wound and her eyes dulled over, as if she were dead.

"Cerise?" Thatch asked, he felt as if the roles had switched. Instead of Cerise finding him almost dead, he found Cerise almost dead.

"CERISE!" Marco screamed out and Ace bolted forward, red, hot flames licking his arms and shoulders, and roughly punched the marine that hurt Cerise, killing him in an instant. Marco launched forward and quickly picked Cerise up and flew over to the Moby Dick, "You better not die." He snapped at her and put her onto a medical bed, surprising all of the nurses. "Help her!" he commanded and the nurses went to work, making Marco leave the room.


*4 Hours Later*

Pretty much everyone was outside, waiting for something to be said about Cerise. Marco paced back and forth, a hard look on his face. Ace was standing in one spot, tapping his foot impatiently and looking at Marco every once in a while. Thatch, Haruta, and Izou were all trying to listen through the door on what was happening, but it was to no avail, they couldn't hear anything.

There was a very thick aura that seemed to loom over the entire ship, giving off a mournful feel. The ship wasn't as cheery as usual. Few people were drinking, and those that were, were just drinking to get rid of the depression that they were feeling. Pops hadn't even spared a glance at his big bottle sake. Curiel wasn't even listening to music. No one was really talking to each other either.

Namur had tried to get Marco to walk around the ship with him, to try and help him calm down, but Marco wouldn't listen to him. Namur had been successful in calming Ace and the others down, but no one could get Marco to get away from the medical room that Cerise was in.

Jozu sat next to Pops, a sad look on his face, instead of his usual rough and tough one.

Hell, if another marine ship passed by, they probably wouldn't even think that it was the Whitebeards on the ship.

The sound of three yelps reached everyone's ears and all heads turned to see Nia standing at the door with Thatch, Haruta, and Izou on the ground. They must've fallen forward when Nia had opened the door.

Nia's hands were covered in blood, along with her uniform. She looked down at the three commanders and looked back up at everyone else. "Cerise is ok." She confirmed and you could practically see the relief wash over everyone. "But she's still hurt." She said afterwards. Marco frowned.

"What do you mean?" he asked, everyone else nodding at his question. Nia gave a long sigh, looking at her bloodied hands.

"She'll be in pain for a while. That sword wound almost killed her. If the marine had gotten just a bit deeper, she would've been dead." She explained, everyone had grim looks on their faces, but Nia continued, "We've got her wearing a neck brace in order to keep neck movement down so that her wound will heal without too much pain." She said and nodded at Marco. "I'd rather you wait and see her tomorrow, Marco."

Marco looked at Nia as if she'd gone insane, "What the hell? No! I'm going to see Cerise right now!" he shouted and Nia stood in his way.

"Marco, I really suggest that you see her tomorrow. She's still in a good amount of pain, it would be best if you wait." She pleaded, Marco moved her out the way and made his way to Cerise.

She looked even worse than she did when she'd got beaten by Teach. Bandages were covering her shoulder and chest, soaked lightly with blood, an icepack on her shoulder and neck to keep inflammation down on her wound. A soft neck brace was on her neck, keeping it straight. Her beautiful pink hair was covered in a bit of her blood on the edges and tied up in a messy bun. Her face was even paler than usual. There was still dried up blood on her chapped lips. Her chest moved shallowly, every breath she took seemed excruciating.

It was an awful sight, to say the least.

Marco stood there in shocked silence and studied Cerise. Nia wasn't lying when she said that Cerise was still hurt. She looked like she was in excruciating pain. "Have you even given her pain meds?" Marco asked Nia sharply and she nodded.

"Of course, it doesn't take away all of the pain though." She muttered sadly, "This is why I wanted you to see her tomorrow, when she's feeling a bit better than right now."

Marco sighed tiredly and nodded understandingly. "Alright. Take care of her." He said and left out the room, Nia closing the door behind him.

The others sat outside, looking at Marco when he walked out with hopeful eyes, "It's best that we wait til tomorrow."

Everyone knew that they couldn't do anything about it and walked away, either going to bed or drinking.


Marco visited Cerise the next morning and sat down next to her bed. She was just barely awake and on some heavy pain medication, which was keeping her sleepy. Her eyes were half-lidded, fluttering slightly as Marco held her hand. She weakly gripped it, letting him know that she was still awake.

That pained look was still on her face, it was obvious that she could still feel a good bit of the pain. It'd hit Marco and the others pretty hard when Cerise had gotten hurt. They were expecting her to get hurt at one point, just not this soon. She was still only 17, still so young.

It was to be expected, she was a Whitebeard pirate and they were always being attacked by other pirates and marines.

"How're you doing, Cerise?" Marco asked the teen as she opened her eyes for a semi-second before closing them, her breathing evening out slightly.

"Good." she croaked out in a raspy voice. "M-Marco." she called out, eyes still closed.

"Yeah?" he answered, wondering what she suddenly wanted.

Her face was pulled into a frown, "I'm sorry." she stated. Marco chuckled lightly at her apology.

"It's fine, Cerise. These are the kinds of things in life that you can't control. You were bound to get hurt at some time in life, we all have." He assured and Cerise sighed softly, falling asleep.


It'd been about 3 weeks since Cerise's incident and she was putting everyone in a frenzy, particularly Marco. Pops didn't seem to mind too much, only chuckling as Marco was always asking where Cerise was. Ever since she was able to get out of that medical bed of hers, she's been nothing but trouble.

Sometimes, Cerise would help Thatch out with his pranks, specifically his big ones, not his small ones. Nia said that she needed to move a lot more to get better, but Marco thought this was a bit too much. He especially thought that it was too much when he caught Cerise walking on the railings and shouted at her in surprise, only for her to lose her balance in fright. To which Marco had to leap forward and catch her.

He was going to scold her but had to stop when Cerise let out one of the most pained screams she'd ever made. Marco just about passed out when she started bleeding through her bandaging. When Marco started screaming at her about being right, she just started panting hysterically, saying that it wasn't her fault.

After she got her wounds re-stitched, Marco stayed by her side at all times.

"Mother Hen, I'm fine. I learned my lesson the first time." Cerise proclaimed, eating the food that Thatch had given her.

Marco gave her a dirty look and crossed his arms, "No, this is apparently the only way that you'll behave yourself." He retorted and Cerise gave an airy chuckle, looking over to the side with an embarrassed look.

He was right. If he wasn't watching Cerise right now, she'd be right back on the railings or helping Thatch do pranks.

Cerise continued to eat her food before she suddenly started to cough dryly, her cheeks starting to blush, and her nose running. Her eyes were starting to turn a little red and she slammed her fist on the table, "THATCH!" she screamed, hearing a fit of laughter come from outside the mess hall. "Damned bastard, putting hot sauce in my food." She uttered, taking quick sips of her water.

Marco smiled, even though Cerise would be the reason he got grey hairs, he'd always love his little sister, as well as the other commanders.


DONE! I rewrote this chapter so many times and just decided to let it end like this, I'm sorry if it's not good. And quick question, have I gotten better at writing? I feel like I've gotten better.

You all know that I'm only going to one more chapter on this story and then I'm done. I know many of you hate to see this story go, including me. But I'm just done with this story, I'm all dried out on ideas for it. So try to help me make this last chapter end right. Give me ideas on the last chapter, I really need them.

And if you need to, go to chapter 6 and 8 to see what kind of Child OC stories I can do. I plan on doing a Law x Child OC, but you should still go check and comment what you want. Please take the time to do so and comment on what you want, I won't know unless you tell me.

I can also do Baby OC stories, if you really want me to. I think I might do one, I don't know what for though.

Anyways, comments are appreciated, JA NE~!

Comment Replies:
lizziecats: Thank you for the comment, I'm glad that my chapter was hilarious, I thought that it was bad at first, but your comment made me feel better about it. I love how overprotective Marco is too, I love overprotective brothers, they're hilarious. And here's the next update!
yoai-freak2580: Let's just say that Cerise really had an adventure, should I make a small side story after this story is finished so that you can find out? I'd love to make a side story for you about that. LOL!
Special Guest: Hello again, you sure are loyal for staying with me for this long, my gosh! Cerise wasn't hungover for two days by the way. She was actually still drunk while she was gone. If I make a side story about that, you'll find out what happened. I will keep up the good work, thank you!