One Piece and its characters belong to Eiichiro Oda. Mirim belongs to TWP
Two months. She had been an admiral for two months and she was still not allowed out on the sea. It annoyed her, because being an admiral was not about only doing paperwork. The rookies were becoming too rowdy out there and Akainu and Aokiji were sent out repeatedly to quell the troublemakers. Why was she not allowed out? She felt like a caged bird, not allowed out of the HQ without an escort, she was barely out of the building during work. What cheered her up was whenever Garp or his subordinates would visit. They she could get along with, they treated her with respect and were her friends. Garp was actually more like a grandfather to her and it was familiar.
Then there was Keita. He was a nice man, really, he was but Mirim found nothing familiar about him. Not that she had found much with the pirates she had stayed with either. Their flagship felt no more like home than what the two-story house she resided in now did. There was one difference between the marines and the pirates though. Here, the lower-ranked marines seemed terrified of her while every last one of the pirates had treated her with kindness and respect. She had been free to do whatever she had wanted unlike here, where she was practically a prisoner in her own office.
'If I had been a pirate, I could have sailed wherever I wanted-' Her eyes widened and she shook her head quickly. She was a marine, a marine! If she had really been a part of the Whitebeard pirates then they would surely have come for her now, despite the losses they suffered during the war. A covert extraction would not have been beyond them. They've had plenty of time to make a plan and execute it.
'I guess they lied then. I'm a marine.' The thought did not sit right with her but she knew that as soon as Garp walked in those doors she would feel at ease again so she did not dwell on it. She ignored the fact that it felt like she was rejected on both sides, as if she did not belong with the marines or the pirates when she did not have Garp along with her. He was that one factor she needed close to herself, someone who was like a father or grandfather to her. Still, she had begun to grow suspicious of his actions as of late.
Something was going on but no one was telling her anything.
Innocence
Ace was pacing back and forth in his quarters. Unlike Whitebeard he could not show much control for his impatience at the moment. She had been gone for two months, in which he knew that she was in the clutches of the marines. As far as he knew she was not being tortured and if they had sent her to Impel Down to rot until an eventual execution then it would be printed in bold letters on the front page of a newspaper. Nothing of the sort had happened and he grew increasingly worried for each day that passed. What kind of plan was the marines devising? Because of the amnesia there was nothing she could do to help them, not that she ever would even if she hadn't suffered memory loss. Mirim was a stubborn girl and damn well proud of being a pirate. She loved Whitebeard like a father, there was no way she would ever betray him.
Yet there was a nagging voice in the back of his mind. What was the marines' plan? Why had they taken her when she suffered memory loss and would be of no use to them? Was it to lure Whitebeard out? There had been no need to use Mirim for that, Whitebeard and his crew hid from no one.
With a growl he turned on his heel and stomped out of his quarters, moving towards the captain's quarters and knocked quickly on the door. He was soon let in and he saw that Marco, Jozu and Vista were already there. He frowned, wondering if there was something he was being kept out on but Whitebeard soon spoke up, saying that he had impeccable timing seeing as he was about to send for the freckled man.
"Is there any news?" Ace asked and Whitebeard nodded. "I received a message this morning from one of Izo's subordinates who's acting as a spy in Marineford for me." Ace tensed up. Finally, there might be some news of Mirim and her situation. As soon as the information had sunk in they could start making a plan to take her back.
"As we already know she's in Marineford but Izo's subordinate have reported something which I can't understand." The other commanders leaned in now, staring at Whitebeard. What was it that he could not understand, this man who could fight on equal grounds with Sengoku when it came to strategies and plans?
"Mirim is not a simple hostage."
"She's not? She's safe?" Marco asked quickly and Whitebeard nodded, although slowly and with a frown on his face. "She's safe, for the time being. She still suffers amnesia from what I understand but the marines are not hurting her, far from it."
"What are they doing then?" Ace shot up on his feet, his voice demanding. He was worried for his subordinate, what kind of lies were the marines feeding her now? Was she perhaps a test subject of Vegapunk? There could be so many possibilities but then Whitebeard spoke again and Ace nearly tripped.
"She's been appointed the seat of Admiral, taking Kizaru's place." Their eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.
"She's what?" Ace all but roared, though Jozu quickly clamped a hand on his shoulder to calm him down, not that it worked much. "Calm down Ace, let the old man finish." He pulled the man back in his seat and gave him a look that told him to stop glaring at the captain who had done nothing wrong. Ace did not mean to aim his glare at Whitebeard, the problem was that he could not relax for his expression to change and he had to look at Whitebeard to be able to hear what the old man was saying because his anger was reaching the boiling stage. The heat rolling off of him could be felt by everyone in the room.
"They're scheming something but I don't think this is Sengoku's idea. He would never let a pirate become an Admiral just to get her away from her crew and to keep an eye on her, not even someone like Mirim." Whitebeard rubbed his chin, deep in thought.
"Perhaps they're trying to turn her against us, hoping that she will never regain her memories but only her powers. With Mirim's powers they'll be more powerful than they already are." Marco was curious about this scheme as well. They had turned his little sister into a marine admiral which was pretty incredible in itself. The world was littered with her bounty posters and even if they removed them there would be bounty hunters, pirates and civilians who knew who she was. If she went out at sea to catch pirates as an admiral there would surely be someone who would recognize her.
"They're taking a risky gamble, eh." He said, gaining the others attention. "if she sets sail there's people in the New World who's bound to recognize her."
"They're apparently not letting her off the island. They've got her stuffed in an office doing paperwork." Whitebeard explained. "From what I understand they claim that the newly appointed admirals go through the paperwork at first to get an understanding for the system and since she's got amnesia and needs to remember her fighting style they're having her stay on the island until they deem her ready to do missions."
"And she actually believes them?" Ace threw his hands up in the air, not believing that Mirim could be so gullible. Mirim was nothing but not suspicious by nature. There was no way that she was trusting these people. Just then a lower ranked crewmember ran through the door, waving an envelope back and forth.
"A message from Izo, pops!" He said and laid the envelope on the table in front of the captain before retreating from the captain's quarters. Whitebeard grabbed a hold of it and opened it, wondering if there was more information but what he found was pictures. He grabbed one and left the others on the table before freezing up, his eyes twitching, as if he saw something infuriating. Marco became curious and grabbed a photo as well and a tiny slip of paper which had slid out of the envelope with the pictures. He glared hard at the picture he had grabbed and then glanced at the slip of paper which made him clutch the picture tighter as well.
"Oh no, no one does this to my little sister and gets away with it, eh." He growled.
"What's wrong?" Ace turned from angry to worried and grabbed the bundle of photos, going through them, wondering who the man on the picture with Mirim was. He turned to look at Marco who still held the slip of paper tightly in his hand.
"Marco, who is this?"
"Her. Fiancée." The blonde man ground out and Ace blinked before looking at the picture again. Now that he looked closer it seemed like Mirim and the man was close, they even held hands and smiled at each other. He stared, took a deep breath, then two, then three, opened his mouth but then closed it again.
"Can I yell now?" He asked Jozu after a moment who sat frozen in his seat as well yet the huge man managed to croak out a "Be my guest." Ace took a deep breath yet again before yelling loudly enough for the men up on deck to hear him.
"What the flying fuck?!"
Innocence
Mirim shot out of bed that night, drenched in sweat and panting loudly. Something had woken her up but she did not know what. She slid out of her bed, grabbed her sword on the way out and silently walked down the hallways and stairs, checking every room on the way down. There was no one in the living-room either, nor the bathroom. That only left the kitchen. She snuck across the walls and tilted slightly to look inside before fully entering the room.
No one there either. Then someone laid a hand on her shoulder and she twirled around, sword landing on Keita's throat. The man jumped back, holding up his hands, eyes wide in fright and she immediately dropped the sword to the ground.
"Keita, you scared the living daylights out of me!" She exclaimed.
"Sorry!" He apologized and lowered his hands. "Did you have a nightmare? You shot up of bed real fast." He tried cautiously and she rubbed her forehead.
"No, not a nightmare." She shook her head. "It was a normal dream at first but then… Oh I don't know, I felt something at the back of my head, soft and fluttering like a moth's wing." She sighed.
"Then I heard footsteps and I thought someone had broken into the house." He took her into his arms and calmed her down.
"There's no one here, love. Come, let's go back to bed." She nodded, glad he did not make fun of her.
Innocence
"Damn! We were so close!" Inazuma cursed from her seat behind the sphere. "Calm down mother." Hi said in a calming manner though there was no doubt that her brows were furrowed in agitation behind the cloth covering her eyes.
"We'll just have to try again." Tsuchi said with a sigh and bowed her head down, hands resting on her knees. Mizu said nothing, she merely stared hard at the unconscious grey form in the sphere. The wind had picked up, it was no longer a soothing, gentle breeze and it worried her. Time was running out.
'This isn't only my daughter… this is her memories, her life, personality, her powers! She needs to get them back or else the consequenses will be disastrous. If we fail, there'll be nowhere to run or hide for anything or anyone.'
"Again!" She barked and the women tried again to return Mirim to her body. They had to succeed.
