12 Years Later . . .

"Happy birthday to you~! Happy birthday to you~! Happy birthday deeeeaaarrr Kichiro~! Haaaappy birthday to yoooouuuuu~!!!"

"Aaannnd many mooooore~!" sang Brooke as the little guy bent over and blew out his 13 candles.

"Yeeeaaaahhh!" everyone cheered once all were blown out and the lights turned back on.

"He's the big one three now," Sanji said with a smile as he cut a slice and slid it onto the birthday boy's plate.

"Pssh, I'll get there some day," a young dark blue-haired boy said as he jabbed a thumb towards his chest.

"Sorry Buddy, you got three years to go," Franky said with a chuckle, smacking his young son on the back.

"Still," the boy pouted as he crossed his arms. "I'll be 13 soon too, right mom?"

At that he turned to where his raven-haired mother sat against the wall, with a book in her lap. Robin smiled and nodded.

"Right, you're almost there Bud."

"See, told ya," the boy, resembling his father greatly, smiled.

"I'll be 13 soon too, right mom?" came her little dark-haired daughter, who plopped in her lap.

"Hm, hm, yes you will Olvia," Robin said with a smile as she ran her fingers through her hair. "But remember you're only 7, how man years do you have to go?"

"Six!" she said with a smile.

"That's right," Robin said with a nod. "You think you can wait that long?"

"Yep!" she chirped. "Unlike brother, I can!"

"What'd you say sis?!" growled Bud looking at his younger sister. "I can wait if I wanted to . . . it's just, I don't want to right now."

Everyone laughed at that. Having children in their crew was a little different, but it couldn't be helped. They were children of pirates after all. Like their parents they had a thing for the sea and so journeyed with them, no matter the dangers—just like the first child Kichiro.

"Heh, I don't want to be 13 already," a little light redhead said as she crossed her arms. "It'll mean I'm growing older, and I'd like to cherish my youth thank-you very much!"

"Oh well spoken, from my daughter nonetheless," Sanji came twirling to his young 9-year-old.

"Who cares about staying young—especially this young," grumbled her twin brother, his strawberry-blonde hair twirling slightly as he turned his head and crossed his arms. "Besides—when you're older, you get to do more things."

"Watch what you say to your sister Takeo!" scolded Sanji coming up to his boy and jabbing his finger in his face.

"But daaad!" he groaned. "You know it's true, Kichiro—since he's the oldest out of all of us, gets to do more things with you grown-ups."

"So," Sanji said crossing his arms. "That doesn't give you a reason to throw away your youth, now apologize to your sister!"

"But!" he started.

"Apologize!" he ordered.

"Hhh, sorry Tange," groaned Takeo looking at his elder sister who just grinned away.

Man, dad always sides with her . . . just 'cause she's a girl! Takeo inwardly groaned.

"Hmph, apology accepted little brother," she said with a nod.

"I'm not smaller than you Tange!" he protested. "Just younger—and not by that much either!"

"What did I tell you about fighting with your sister?!" Sanji groaned kicking his young son on the head.

"Ow!" he groaned. "Daaad!"

"Heh, just stop talking Takeo, it's better for you," Kichiro.

"Just shut up Kichiro!" growled Takeo looking at the older boy.

"Now, now, calm down you two," Nami said with a sigh as she shook her head. "It's Kichiro's birthday so let's try and be nice to him 'kay."

"Hhh, fine," groaned Takeo.

"Where's the presents?" Kichiro asked with a smile as he turned towards his father, who was sitting against the wall with his feet up on a table.

"Luffy's bringing them, so just you wait," his father said with a smile, as he stole a glance at his son from his nap.

"Oh, okay," the boy said with a smile as he sat down and waited for his other parent to enter.

"Aaaaaaannnnndddd! HERE THEY ARE!!" exclaimed Luffy with a large grin, coming in with all the presents

"Yeeeeaaaa!" cheered Olvia dancing in circles.

Luffy plopped them all down before Kichiro who was grinning away—just like the Captain.

"Open them, open them, open them!" chanted Luffy, bouncing up and down—not really acting his age.

"Easy there Pirate King," Sanji said grabbing his shoulder to calm him down.

"Nee! I love it when you call me that!" Luffy grinned so widely.

"I'll bet you do," Zoro said with a smile as he got up and came next to him to watch their son open their presents.

"Well how 'bout I call you Greatest Swordsman In The World?" Luffy asked with a grin. "How would that make you feel?"

"Pretty da-- good Captain," Zoro said with a smile glad to finally hold that title—Luffy being the same way.

Kichiro smiled at his parents. Being the son of the Pirate King and World's Greatest Swordsman had its advantages . . . and disadvantages. The advantage was everyone was afraid to touch you if you ever be in a fight . . . but the disadvantage was having such a high bounty and most Marine officers after you, not to mention top notch bounty hunters—but most are often chased away by his parents.

Another advantage was that his fighting skills came from both of them. His father taught him his three-sword technique, but he rarely used it. Most of the time he'd use just two swords, or just his fists—like his other father. He was glad he was like both his parents in a way—that way he could spare with them both and make them both proud.

Even though it was very odd to have two fathers, and when they ported most of the other children would tease him about it, he didn't care. He was proud to be two of the most powerful (and wanted) people in the world's son. Yes at first he had wondered why he hadn't had a mother and when they told him that Luffy had given birth to him he was a bit confused, but once they told him the WHOLE story he understood better.

"Ooohhh! What's in this one?!" asked Luffy looking at the present near Kichiro. "Come on, come on! Open this one!"

"Dad . . . you wanna help or something?" Kichiro asked with a blink.

"Yeah, yeah!" Luffy said, rapidly shaking his head and tearing it off. "GASP!! Look Kichiro! It's an AFRO!!"

"Gah! Luffy did you get him that?!" groaned Nami, smacking her head.

"I thought it'd look good on him," Luffy pouted "—but if he doesn't want it, then . . ."

"No, no," Kichiro said taking it, trying to make his dad happy. "I like it."

"So is mine the best present?!" Luffy asked, squeezing the guy.

"Uugh, dad—I'm not—" groaned Kichiro, trying to get free from his father's constricting hug.

"He hasn't opened mine yet Luffy," Zoro said, handing him the present.

"Thanks dad," Kichiro said with a grin as he took the present and opened it—immediately his eyes widened. "WOW DAD!! THANKS!!"

"So what," grumbled Luffy. "It's just a bunch of swords."

"Daaad!" groaned Kichiro looking at the Straw Hat, hugging his swords close. "They're not just ANY swords! They're rare you know! The first special swords I ever got!!"

"I knew you'd like them," Zoro said with a smile. "I figured since you're a man now, it's time you have your own specialized swords."

"Thanks!" exclaimed Kichiro loving his present. "They're MUCH better than those other crappy swords I use!"

"Just take care of them," Zoro said. "If you don't, I'm taking them away."

"I will!" Kichiro nodded, assuring him.

"That's a good boy," Zoro said ruffling his hair.

Kichiro giggled and quickly began to 'play' with his weapons. All the other children watched in wonder as the oldest Straw Hat child tested his new weapons. They all giggled and smiled, glad he liked what he got. The 'parents' just smiled and watched their children.

"Well, it looks like he likes them," Usopp said with a smile. "The kids are enjoying themselves."

"Yeah, I bet you miss yours," Sanji said with a smile as he looked at the sniper.

"Yeah," Usopp sighed. "But I know he's safe with Kaya. We'll meet again some day—just like I did with my dad."

"Yeah, he'll probably be just like you," Sanji said with a smile. "Knowing you're strange family."

"My strange family?!" Usopp growled at him. "What about yours! You feminist! Your poor son feels left out!"

"I'm just teaching him manners," Sanji said, taking a drag.

"Yeah . . . sure," Usopp grumbled.

"I'm gonna go show Laboon my presents 'kay?" Kichiro said as he looked at the adults and then jolted outside, the other children following.

"Alright," Brooke said with a nod. "I'm sure he'll love to see them."

The children all giggled as they came outside and leaned over the railing to the, what seemed like, a large blue mountain.

"Laboon!" Kichiro said with a grin as he held out all his presents. "Look what I got for my birthday!"

The large whale sank deeper into the water to look at the children eye-to-eye. He looked at the smiling mosshead and then at the presents that occupied his hands. Laboon bared his sharp teeth and smiled. He gave off a rumble, approving of the wonderful presents.

"He likes them!" cheered Olvia with a giggle. "I knew he would."

"Of course he does!" Buddy said, sticking his nose in the air. "'Cause they're AWESOME!!"

"Super awesome!" his little sister giggled.

"That's because it was from all you guys," Kichiro said with a smile as he turned to his Straw Hat brothers and sisters.

"Hey Laboon, what'd you get him?" Takeo asked with a smile, soon his twin kicking him over the head.

"What are you talking about Takeo!" she growled. "He's a whale! Whales can't give presents!"

Laboon soon rumbled out his response making all the children look at him. He shook his large head forward a bit, caring not to capsize Sunny. Kichiro just smiled that large grin he inherited from his father and said—

"Laboon says he's got a present for me!"

"Really, what is it?" asked Tange as she looked at the mountain-size whale.

Kichiro then placed his precious swords down and jumped off the railing, onto Laboon. He giggled the whole way as he climbed upon the large whale towards his blowhole.

"He wants to give me a ride," Kichiro giggled as Laboon backed up from the ship and began to swim in circles, giving the young Roronoa a ride.

"Heeey, I wanna ride!" whined Olvia stretching her arms out towards them.

"No sis," Buddy said gazing down at her. "You haven't learned to swim yet, dad doesn't want you off the ship until you learn."

"But Laboon won't let me fall," she pouted, sticking her bottom lip out.

"Rules are rules sis," he said crossing his arms.

It wasn't long until the adults exited and came outside to smile, seeing Laboon give the birthday boy a ride.

"Dad! Dad look at me!" he giggled as Laboon gently tapped the ship and continued his cycle.

"Awesome!" cheered Luffy with wide eyes. "I want on next!"

"Hhh, I bet you do," Zoro groaned seeing Luffy, who was nearing his thirties, still acting like that 17-year-old he had first met.

"Laboon, Laboon! I'm next, I'm next!!" chanted Luffy, waving at the whale.

"You know, at first I thought it was a bad idea to have that guy follow us," Franky said as he came up next to Brooke with his arms crossed, the skeleton just smiling. "But I guess I was wrong."

"Right," Brooke said with a nod. "I thought it was too dangerous on the Grand Line, or New World for him to come with us, but he's grown quite a bit the past 50 years—I know he can handle his own."

"Yeah, he's done a great job at protecting us even," Franky said with a smile, remembering the time the whale had chased off the armada of Marine vessels alone.

"I'm sure it's just his way of repaying us," Brooke said with a nod.

"Well, I'm just saying it's good to have him around," Franky said with a smile.

"He seems to enjoy the children," Brooke said with a smile and nod as he watched Laboon smile while giving Kichiro his ride.

"Yeah, well he'd have to anyways," Franky said with a smile as he leaned against the railing. "The day he became an official Straw Hat member we already had Kichiro with us, he was what . . . three at the time?"

"Around there," Brooke said with a nod. "Heh, heh, he was a handful at that age wasn't he, but Laboon enjoyed him."

"Yep," Franky said with a nod. "And then the other kids came, he was just as happy."

"Well, we're a happy crew yohohoho!!" Brooke said with a smile.

"That we are," Franky said with a nod as he turned to watch their Captain rocket onto the whale and join his new teenage boy.

Zoro smiled softly watching Luffy and Kichiro giggle. He looked to see Laboon enjoying himself as well. It was nice to see the family like this. It seemed like ages ago that they were just coming out of all the hardships in their lives. He was glad it was all over now and everyone—everyone was satisfied.

"Yep, seems like such a long time ago our crapy swordsman here was head over heels in love with Luffy, ha ha!" Sanji teased.

"Shut up!" groaned Zoro as he closed his eyes, refraining himself from slicing up the stupid love cook.

"Yeah, we're glad you got out of that phase," Sanji laughed. "You were such a moron then it was ridiculous."

Zoro groaned inwardly. He was going to chew the blonde chef out with a nasty comment, but refrained. He turned back to watching Luffy and Kichiro continue to giggle with each other in their enjoyment. He inwardly sighed—sometimes wondering if that was true . . . if that phase was gone.


Shanks let out a sigh as he leaned back in his chair. The shinning sun felt good on his skin. It gave him a nice tan, but still . . . it still felt odd being in, what he called, retirement.

As he thought about this subject a shadow engulfed him. He opened his eyes, wondering who had taken his glorious sun away. Once he looked upon the figure he smiled and sat up immediately.

"Mihawk!" he chirped up as he offered his seat next to him. "Glad you could make it! Please, sit here!"

The pale man just silently took his seat next to his long time rival/ex-rival/and friend. Immediately, a mug was thrust into his hand. He turned to see his friend grinning away.

"Drink up, drink up!" he cheered. "Today we can celebrate our retirement!"

"I thought that was years ago," Mihawk said precisely remembering when the young swordsman finally beat him, thus earning the title of the world's greatest swordsman.

"So!" Shanks pfted. "Here's to the next generation!"

At that he clashed mugs with Mihawk's and drank up. Mihawk looked at his mug, about to do that same, but refrained. He looked at the redhead who was just finishing gulping it. He stared at him before he released it from his mouth and sighed contently, with a red streak running across his face.

"Aaaahhh, that's good rum," he said with a drowsy smile.

Shanks then noticed Mihawk hadn't touched his drink. He blinked at the waiting liquid and then turned to the man sitting next to him who was awfully quiet . . . well—more quiet than usual.

"What's the matter Mihawk?" he asked with a blink as he gazed at the man. "You don't want your drink?"

"It's not that," he said silently swishing it around. "It's actually something else."

"Like what?" Shanks asked with a smile.

"I've been having something rest on my mind as of late," he said glancing out into space.

"What, miss your title?" Shanks asked with a snicker as he elbowed the man. "Who cares?! I know you didn't! I know you just let him have it!"

"It's not that," Mihawk said, tilting his hat down so none could see his eyes.

"Then what is it?" asked Shanks. "Is it about Luffy being Pirate King? Well I don't mind, I actually wanted him to. I'm glad he did I'll tell you."

Mihawk then raised his head and slowly turned to Shanks. He looked at the smiling man with a frown. Shanks knew instantly Mihawk was thinking about something serious—of what he couldn't tell.

"I've actually come here—to ask for forgiveness," he said.

"What are you talking about Mihawk?" Shanks asked, his drunken state soon disappearing to make room for the seriousness of the conversation.

"These past 12 years I've been fighting my guilt," Mihawk said bowing his head. "I let my curiosity get the better of me—because I wanted to see if you could find out for yourselves."

"What do you mean Dracule?" Shanks asked, narrowing his eyes and sitting up, looking at the man.

"I should have told you all so many years ago," Mihawk said with a slow shake of his head.

"Told us WHAT?!" Shanks asked standing up, wanting to know.

"About Roronoa and Straw Hat's other son," Mihawk said looking at Shanks whose eyes continued to grow wide in unknown shock.


"Excellent Takeshi," Lucci said with a slight smile—liking the improvement of the child's growing strength. "You have improved well control over your Devil Fruit power."

"Thank-you sir," Takeshi said with a bow.

"What about me father?" came the voice of the man's child.

Lucci's eyes instantly narrowed in slight annoyance as he turned his gaze towards his dark-haired child who was trying to perfect a move to please him. With a hidden sneer he turned to the child, his hands in his pockets.

"Your balance is still off Rinko, don't precede to draw my attention unless you have perfected it," he said turning away from the girl.

The young girl bowed her head and bit her bottom lip. Her older half brother saw this. He knew she was just looking to please her father, but it seemed that whatever she did—whatever level she was, he was just uninterested in her. Takeshi, of course, knew the reason why.

"Take a break Takeshi, Rinko you keep practicing until it's perfect," Lucci said as he made his way outside the arena.

"Yes sir," they both said, once he left Takeshi sitting down with a lazy sigh and Rinko continuing to practice her moves.

"You know you can rest Rinko," Takeshi said looking at his little sister with lazy green eyes. "Lucci's not gonna be back in an hour probably."

"No!" she said as she kicked the air. "I have to be strong! Stronger than anyone else!"

"Hm, think you can be even stronger than me?" Takeshi asked with a smile, daring her to say eyes.

"I will!" she pointed, gasping in weariness.

"I'd like to see you try," Takeshi dared with a smile as he leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes.

"I will!" she said as she punched the air. "I have to! If father is to notice me!"

"I'm sure he does," Takeshi said with a lazy yawn. "You just don't see it!"

Rinko had enough of her brother speaking nonsense. She growled and went to kick him, but was blocked by his arm. He opened his slanted emerald eyes and gazed at her, wondering just what she was trying.

"What are you trying to do exactly?" he asked, raising a raven brow.

"Just shut UP!" she spat, continuing to push her leg upon his arm, his arm only shaking slightly from her force. "The only eyes I see from my father is that of hate and uninterest! I see the way he looks at you! He wishes you were his SON!!"

At that she used all her might to kick Takeshi away. The boy slid some ways, but easily regained his footing and stared at the fuming girl who seemed to be the spinning image of her father.

"I know the desires of his heart!" she panted out, the exhaust of intensive training getting to her. "He wishes I were a boy! Like YOU!"

"You know what, I think he does as well," Takeshi said with a slight smile, knowing this would get to his little sister.

"You ba—!!" she started, but was halted by Takeshi raising his hand to silence her.

"So what if he wanted a son, and was disappointed in you. You just need to show him you're better than him having a son," Takeshi said with a shrug. "But beating me is out of the question."

Rinko slightly smiled. She was glad Takeshi was with her most of the time. She knew if someone like him wasn't around her life then she'd be just as heartless as a statue. She was about to say something when the door to their training room opened and both turned to see a silver-haired man walk in, two large cigars in his mouth.

"Alright you two, it's time for me to take Takeshi," he said.

"Takeshi, your dad's here," Rinko said turning to the boy who seemed to be sleeping.

"Yeah, I can hear him," he said with a sigh and a yawn, getting up. "Hhh, I'm coming Smoker."

"We're heading over to your grandpa's," he said looking at the lazy boy coming up to him.

"Grandpa?" Rinko blinked, and then smiled. "Can I come to?!"

"You'd have to ask your father," Smoker said looking at the young girl whom he never personally liked himself.

"O-okay," she said bowing her head, thinking about refraining—she really didn't want to ask that man.

Takeshi saw her reluctance and fear and so sighed. He rubbed the back of his head and said—

"Come on Rinko, I'll go with you," he said, making the young girl smile.

Rinko nodded and went with Takeshi to go find Lucci, who was speaking with some of the members on his team. Takeshi noticed the orange-haired long nose talking to him in a heated argument, he couldn't tell what it was but knew the man was upset and had been like this ever since he could remember.

They halted their conversation upon noticing the children's presence. They turned to them and looked at the two silent little ones, Rinko looking more uneasy about this than Takeshi.

"Why have you two stopped training?" Lucci asked, wanting to know.

"Smoker came," Takeshi stated plainly.

"That doesn't explain why she has stopped," Lucci said, gazing harshly upon his daughter, not even caring to call her by name.

"I'm being taken to my great grandfather's, since he's her great grandfather too she wants to come," Takeshi said tilting his head slightly. "Can she?"

Lucci was then quiet. He looked down at his daughter who seemed to want to slightly hide being her older half brother. It was a sign of weakness—he hated cowards, one of the reasons he hadn't much liked her being his child.

"Hhh, fine," he said with a slow blink. "But because of the hours you'll miss in training, when you return you shall have double the lessons."

"Right," she said with a timid nod.

"Come on Rinko," he said turning with her.

She spared one last glance at her father, but regretted it. She saw his piercing cold eyes staring at her and so she turned to walk faster with Takeshi—but his gaze still burned a hole in her back and it pained her.

"He said yes," Takeshi said coming up to Smoker.

"Alright you two, then let's go," he said with a sigh as he lead the two outside towards his bike, where he'd take them to see their great grandfather.


"TAKESHI!!" exclaimed Garp running up to the boy and wrapping him in a bear hug—or boa constrictor hug, suffocating the boy. "MY BOY I'VE MISSED YOU!!"

"I—can't—breathe!" he managed to get out.

"Oh, sorry about that," Garp said as he placed the boy down and soon ruffed his raven hair. "Haaa, you look so much like your father—though you sure don't act like him."

"You've said that before," he said trying to fix his wild hair back to the way it was.

"Hey grandpa," Rinko said with a smile and wave.

Garp frowned at the child and only spared her a look before turning his attention back towards his great grandson, whom he smiled at.

"So how was your week?"

"Pretty good," Takeshi said with a shrug.

Rinko bowed her head and inwardly pouted. Even her own great grandfather denied her existence. It wasn't her fault really—she wasn't there when the older man swore he'd never see her as a relative. She just wished someone would accept her—but it seemed only Takeshi would—though she hardly felt his lazy love.

"That's my boy!" he exclaimed with a laugh, patting the boy on the back. "You're growing up into a fine strong Marine!"

"Tell me about it," Smoker scoffed. "He's already ranking higher than normal boys his age."

"That's because he's Monkey D. Takeshi!" exclaimed Garp, poking his chest out with pride. "He takes after me in that department. He's a strong one."

"Hence, why he's moving up in ranks lately," Smoker said gazing down at the jacket that hung off Takeshi's shoulders with the large word 'JUSTICE' on it—only higher officers got those and he, being how young he was, already wore one.

Smoker chuckled remembering when Takeshi received that rank after defeating a heavily wanted Pirate. He remembered Sengoku himself ordering them to make a coat his specific size because he wanted to show the boy prodigy off to the other Marines. That Sengoku was very pleased with how finely a warrior young Takeshi had become—but it was expected because of his parentage.

Rinko—on the other hand. Smoker's eyes went to the dark-haired-pale-eyed girl whose traits seemed to be dominated by her father. She was a dangerous child and he knew it. From the first moment he set eyes on her he knew she was destined to become like him—cold and heartless, but to his surprise she seemed to have some emotion around Takeshi—he guessed that was a good thing.

No matter what, she was strong. Even though she complained that if she were a boy she'd be stronger, she was still strong. She could probably beat most boys in her class. She was that fierce, but still she wanted to be stronger.

Smoker figured later on that it wasn't that she wanted to be stronger—it was that she knew she had to be to even have her father look upon her. He knew she knew that her father wanted a strong son—NOT a daughter, that reason alone forced Rinko to fight past her limits no girl should have. He knew she didn't want to be stronger, no—she wanted to be a boy.

"Well I just wanted to check up on you and see how you were doing," Garp said with a smile, ruffling the boy's hair once again. "Smoker's taking good care of you right? Is he smoking around you?! I want you to live to 100 you know!"

"Well," Takeshi said turning to the man, who immediately stole the cigars out of his mouth and hid them behind his back—he had forgotten to not smoke when Garp was around. "Not really."

"What is that supposed to mean?!" Garp asked, narrowing his eyes at the silver-haired Marine.

"He sometimes can't help it you know," Takeshi said with a shrug. "He did eat the Plume Plume fruit you know."

"I know that!" spat Garp. "But that doesn't mean he has to smoke those da---ed cigars!"

Takeshi had remembered for the longest time Smoker wouldn't smoke around him, but once he turned nine he began seeing him more and more with his beloved cigars and he didn't mind. Takeshi knew his great grandfather did though and so had to calm him down.

"I'm fine, really," he said with a smile.

"Good," he said patting him. "That's what I like to hear, but you have promised me to show me some of your skills sometime."

"When you have time grandpa," Takeshi said with a chuckle.

"I have ALL the time in the WORLD!" he said holding his arms out.

"So then why are you getting ready to head out to sea?" Takeshi asked, pointing behind the old man towards his large ship, all the officers on board calling out to him saying they were ready to leave.

"Oh yeah," Garp said with a cheesy grin. "I almost forgot, well then, some other time. I've been wanting to spar with you for a long time now!"

"I have to," Takeshi said with a smile and nod. "I'll be waiting for you."

"Give your great grandpa one last hug!" he said with a large grin as he held out his arms, ready to embrace the lad once more.

Takeshi was a little reluctant, but did it anyways. Garp squeezed him close until the boy was turning a dangerous shade of blue. Smoker was about to react and try and save the boy, but the great grandfather let go and waved him off.

"Bye Takeshi!" he said boarding his ship. "Smoker! You take care of him!"

After Takeshi regained the much-needed air in his lungs he waved back. He looked back at Smoker who looked uneasy with the way the elder was eyeing him, and pointing threateningly at him. Well he had a right to be scared of the man, Takeshi was a little as well, but still it was his great grandfather and loved him for the cooc he was.

Takeshi returned to Rinko who was watching silently as she ship set sail out of sigh. He tilted his head slightly and asked—

"Why aren't you waving grandpa off?"

"Why bother," she said bowing her head, letting her arms hang limp at her sides. "Like he'd wave back."

"Don't be like that," he said with a small smile. "He's not that mean."

"To you," she said gazing at him. "You don't know how good you have it Takeshi . . . everyone loves and admires you, but me . . . they detest me."

"You keep thinking that and you'll cease to exist," Takeshi said jokingly.

"I already have," she said with a sigh as she turned and went to return to her father.


"What did you say?!!" gasped Shanks with wide eyes, taking a step closer to the golden-eyed man.

"Forgive me for being such a fool and not telling you earlier," he said looking at the outraged man.

"W-What are we gonna do?!" gasped Shanks ripping at his hair. "It's been 12 YEARS!!"

"I am aware of that," Mihawk said with a nod.

"I-I-I have to tell Luffy—AND ZORO!!" he gasped with wide eyes. "What are they gonna do?!!"

"Start a war," Mihawk mumbled as he took a sip from his mug.

"It's been 12 years!" Shanks gasped, biting his fingers. "That kids' probably a Marine soldier now!"

"Oh he is," Mihawk said with a nod. "I know him as a matter of fact."

"You DO?!" gasped Shanks. "What's his name?! What's he like?! I need information when I tell his parents!"

"They have named him Monkey D. Takeshi," he said looking at the red-haired man. "He resembles Straw Hat quite a bit, though there are bits of Roronoa in his traits. He acts quite like the swordsman as well. He is exceptionally skilled in combat, with or without a weapon—and he has eaten a Devil Fruit."

"Man!" Shanks cursed. "I wish you would told us earlier! I have to go tell the Straw Hats!"

At that he darted off, but returned and grabbed his mug. Mihawk raised a brow at him and Shanks only smiled.

"I can't think straight when I'm sober—need something to ease my nerves," he giggled as he filled up his mug and left.

Mihawk sighed and shook his head. Same ole Shanks—even when there was a crisis he would still party and drink 'til the break of day—maybe that's why he liked him though.

Hot Shot's girl: I'm so sorry I couldn't update sooner, but I had gotten my fingers smashed in the van door by my twin sister DX Actually no, that's not the reason. It didn't hurt really. The real reason is I was busy making One Piece videos XD Yays! I put it on youtube, under my name ABunchOfGirls btw. It's a 'One Piece Parody Vid' btw, I was gonna do a vid for Zoro, but didn't have enough scenes—I will later though! You can watch if you want, I got other music vids too called Blood Red Megatron, and Prelude Transformers—did have another, but it's gone now :( oh well. If you decide to watch them I hope you enjoy :)

Anywho . . .

The kiddies names and ages are here—as well as their parents.

Roronoa Zoro and Monkey D. Luffy—

Roronoa D. Kichiro (meaning lucky son) Age 13

Monkey D. Takeshi (meaning fierce violent warrior) Age 11 (turning 12 soon)

Sanji and Nami—

Tange (short for tangerine XP yes I did it on purpose) Age 9

Takeo (meaning hero, gentleman) Age 9

Franky (Cutty Flam) and Nico Robin—

Bud (But is called Buddy by dad) Age 10

Olvia (Named after Robin's mom) Age 7

Rob Lucci and Monkey D. Luffy—

Rob Rinko (meaning cold child) Age 10

One more thing before I bid you all farewell . . . I NEED HELP!! Okay so Takeshi has eaten a devil fruit, and so has Rinko. Now I know what hers is, but I got no clue for Takeshi. Please, if you all could—spare a thought for me :( I can't think of a good devil fruit for him. I wanted it to be a Logia type, but got no clue. If you guys can think of one for me (Doesn't have to be a logia if you don't want it) that'd be GREAT! :D

Well, until next chp. Hope you enjoyed. Bye ;D