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*Ace sneaks in and tries to take Mirim*
*TWP hits him with a huge mallet*
Me: Mine!
Mirim had now for a month stayed with the marines. She always stayed with Garp. For some reason she found his presence comforting, like that of a father or grandfather but still she felt like many things were missing in her life. And with the whole fiancé stuff… She thought Keita was a nice guy really but something was bothering her.
First, she was only 19 years old. What 19 year old girl gets engaged at that age? Did she do it because she was a marine admiral and wanted to get married before it was too late or something? It made sense since she had almost been captured and turned into a pirate by Whitebeard.
Second, her home… it didn't feel like home. She wanted to be out on the open seas but there were no missions or orders which required her to leave the island at all. This made her very restless and annoyed. She didn't like being on land.
'If I was a pirate I would be free to do what I wanted…' Her eyes widened at the thought and she shook her head hard.
"No no no. I'm a marine. A marine!" She reprimanded herself again and again. She stopped as she realized she was acting ridiculous.
"It seems like I really am a marine. Had I been a pirate, Whitebeard would have come for me by now… so I guess they lied." For a month now she had been waiting to see if the pirates would come for her but they had not. There wasn't even a trace of the Whitebeard pirates to be found. She paused again before hitting herself mentally.
'I do not feel sad about it!' She thought fiercely but somehow she was sad. She felt abandoned. Suddenly, arms wrapped around her from behind.
"What are you thinking about?" Keita's voice asked. She leaned into his embrace. "Nothing important." She answered and smiled up at him as he leaned down towards her with a smile himself as they closed their eyes.
"It's been a month already! Don't they know where she is pops?"Ace paced around in his captains quarters with his captain, Jozu and Marco watching him. It was already well past midnight and the rest of the crew except those who were out looking for information had hit the bunker and was in deep sleep.
"Ace, please sit down." Jozu said but the Commander of the Second Division didn't seem to hear him or he ignored him. They couldn't really be sure.
"Ace, sit down." Whitebeard said. Ace stopped walking and stared at his captain before he plopped down into a chair with a sigh.
"I'm sorry…" He muttered. The other three sighed too.
"We're doing our best Ace. Just calm down, eh." Just as Marco had said that a pirate from the Third Division barged in.
"Sorry for not knocking but our fears has been confirmed! She's in Marineford!" he said hastily. In no time Ace was on his feet again.
"Damn it! What are they planning! Why is she there?" Ace growled.
"Calm down Ace-" "I don't want to calm down Marco! Who knows what they are doing to her?" Ace snapped at the older man.
"Um… about that…" the pirate in the door said nervously. Everyone turned back to him again. Ace with eyes that had a dangerous light in them. "Yes?" The pirate squirmed uneasily under the young man's hard stare. Sighing Whitebeard pushed Ace back in his chair and turned to his other son.
"Don't mind him. Tell me now." The pirate eased up a little but was still nervous about what he had to tell them.
"T-they have c-created a scheme to turn her against us." The men's stare turned blank before Ace gave a strained laugh. "Yeah right, like she would believe them."
"Let him finish." Jozu barked. He was starting to get impatient with the young man himself. He had been nothing but irritated, easy to anger and depressed and it was starting to get on his nerves. Ace noted the tone of his voice and wisely shut up.
"Actually, she does believe them. She is now an admiral in Kizaru's place and well…"
"Well?" Marco asked. He was really curious now. They had made his little sister a marine admiral which was pretty incredible in itself. What could be worse than that?
"She's engaged to a blacksmith that works for them." There was an awkward silence as the three commanders and their captain's eyes bulged out of their sockets. After a long silence Ace spoke again.
"Can I yell now?"
"… Be my guest." Jozu said slowly.
"WHAT?" Ace's yell echoed over the whole ship waking up every last crew member with his shocked and somewhat angry yell.
Mirim shot up from her bed. She wasn't sure what had happened but something woke her up. She got up from bed and silently walked out of her room and down the corridors. On her way out of her room she had grabbed her sword and now she held it in both hands as she snuck towards her kitchen. She walked into her kitchen, nothing there. Then she headed to her living room before entering her bathroom. No one was there. Then someone laid a hand on her shoulder. With a yell she twirled around and held her sword in front of her but immediately relaxed realizing it was only Keita.
Her fiancé sighed in relief when she lowered her sword.
"Sorry." She muttered. "Did you have a nightmare or something?" He asked as he took the sword out of her hands and put it on a nearby table in the corridor.
"No. It was a normal dream mat first, but then…" She frowned. "What?" He asked. She shrugged. "I felt something. In the back of my mind… like the fluttering of a moth's wing." He raised a eyebrow and she shrugged again with a sheepish grin.
"I know. Weird huh?" he chuckled and grabbed her hand and led her back to her bed. When they lay down he brought the covers over them and hugged her from behind and close to himself before he drifted off again.
'What a weird dream… like the fluttering of a moth's wing…. He he, what made me say that?' she giggled mentally before she also fell asleep.
"Damn! We were so close." Maki growled where she sat cross legged behind Mirim's sphere.
"Stay calm mother." Maki's daughter, Mira, said where she sat on the left side of the sphere.
"We'll just try again until we succeed." Mika, who sat on the right side of the sphere said. Maya who sat in the front of the sphere didn't say anything. She only stared at the floating body of her daughter.
'This isn't only my daughter… this is her memories, her life, her powers. She needs to get them all back or the consequences will be disastrous.' She thought as she concentrated harder. 'And if she doesn't get them back soon, there will be nowhere to run or hide for anything or anyone.'
"Marco-nii! Did you find me a doll?" a six year old Mirim asked when Marco returned to the ship. The man laughed and kneeled down in front of the girl and handed her a porcelain doll.
"Yep. But this is a porcelain doll. Not for playing with but as an item you collect to make your room look pretty eh. So take good care of it, eh?"
"Yes! Thank you." She said and ran off down below the deck. The young man she had left behind chuckled before standing up again and returning to his post.
Then the scenery changed.
"Oooooi! Mirim-cha~n! Where are ya going?" A pirate asked the young girl.
"I'm just going into town for a while Thatch-nii. My daggers have seen better days." The girl replied and held out her daggers. They were cracked in several places and had lost their edges.
"Mirim-chan, ya should take better care of yer weapons." He scolded with a frown.
"Hey, I was gone from the ship for a fucking month! It was YOU and Marco who was supposed to watch over them while I was away." She glared at him. He sweatdropped and suddenly with wide eyes pointed behind her.
"Look, what's that?" she turned sharply trying to catch sight of what he had seen but saw nothing. She turned back and saw he had disappeared.
'I can't believe I fell for that….' She sweatdropped herself and walked off the ship. This was Fishman Island and her pops and captain was greatly loved here. Surely she could get a discount even though she wasn't a Whitebeard Pirate yet. No, she would wait another two years for that to happen.
"Oi! Old man Ren. You think you could help me?" she called as she entered the blacksmith's workshop.
"If it isn't little Mirim. It's rare to see you here, you who take so good care of your weapons. What do you need help with?" a old merman with long dark purple hair and red eyes asked. She rubbed the back of her head sheepishly.
"Well, I wasn't with the others on the last little scouting journey of theirs and Marco and Thatch was the ones using my daggers and well…" she said and handed over her poorly treated daggers. The merman inspected them for a few minutes before sighing.
"There isn't much I can do for these Mirim. I'm sorry."
"Aw…" The old merman laughed and took them away. "Say what. Give me these so I can melt them down and use them for something else and I'll give you these." He said and held up a twin pair of golden daggers. Her eyes turned sparkly as she stared at them.
"What? You don't want them?"
"No no no! I want them!" She said and jumped up and down excited. The old merman chuckled again and handed them over to her. "Take good care of them Mirim. It took me a long time to finish them."
"Yes yes! Thank you old man Ren." She said and all but ran out of the shop.
Then the scenery changed again.
"Pops, who is he? He managed to beat Jimbei-nii up pretty badly." Mirim asked Whitebeard as she saw a young man with orange hat and black hair stand up against Jimbei. Both were badly hurt.
"They call him 'Fire Fist Ace'. He's even been asked to be a Shichibukai. He just laughed in their faces." The old man chuckled. The girl's eyes widened.
"Really? He doesn't look any older than me. He has to be eighteen or something… He's rather handsome." She giggled. Whitebeard glanced at his only 'daughter' on the ship. Two weeks from now her birthday was and she would be marked as one of the Whitebeard pirates.
"Which one of you said he'd take my head? If you want it so badly, here's your chance!" Whitebeard yelled and jumped off his ship and only the impact of the captain landing on the ground sent Fire Fist Ace's men flying. Their captain noticed this and created a fire wall between his men and himself giving them the chance to run.
"CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN ACE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" the Whitebeard pirates heard the Spade pirates yell.
"YOU GUYS MAKE A RUN FOR IT!" Ace yelled and turned back to Whitebeard.
"What… are you cowarding out?" Whitebeard smirked.
"LET MY CREW ESCAPE. IN RETURN… I'LL STAY RIGHT HERE!" Ace shouted before he let out a battle cry and charged towards Whitebeard.
With a gasp Mirim shot up in a sitting position on her bed. She panted heavily as she wiped the sweet of her forehead. She looked at her alarm clock and saw that it was already .
"I overslept." She sighed but then frowned. 'What was that dream? Memories? But I was with the Whitebeard pirates… is it possible that I am a pirate and not a marine?' she thought.
"Mirim?" She looked up and saw Keita staring at her with a worried expression. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing Keita. It was just a dream." She replied. 'Those dreams only occur more and more lately. They are memories. But that means I have been lied to throughout my whole stay here.'
"Okay, if you say so. But I've got to go. My boss wants me to repo- I mean take a shift today. Someone called in sick. See you later." He hurried out of the room. She stared after him confused.
'He meant to say report… what's going on?' The thought still plagued her as she got out of bed and made herself ready for a new day.
Me: I'm soooo sorry. But I planned on writing much in the summer but then I got a summer job god damnit. EVERY DAY! NO BREAKS! I'll try to update soon again though. Please forgive me!