A/N: F'N FANFICTION! I've been having problems actually accessing the website lately, so hopefully it's fully accessible again. I swear it's just trying to make me break my three day schedule .

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"Okay, are they really missing from the island?" Change poked the empty covers, once occupied by Diego and Matthias.

"Might have just walked away." Mei-Un said, laying down the girl that was the Mandrahora.

"I always was better at tracking than you." Change motioned his hands around the unstirred sand. "The only footprints are those leading here. There are no footprints leading away. So, unless they've just teleported away."

"They could've taken the ship-"

"What? The one that's still there?" Change pointed to Raven still anchored. "It's as if they all flew away."

"Well, better worry about her, first." Mei-Un pointed to the girl, who was only just stirring. She rolled over to her back, before finally opening her eyes. The first thing she saw was Mei-Un looking down at her. Immediately she jumped in surprise and backed away, hugging her legs close to her chest. She looked around to see Change as well, and bit her lip. "Hey, girl, what's your name?" Mei-Un asked.

The girl let off a small squeak and hugged herself tighter, putting her head in her knees to look away from Mei-Un.

"Hello?" Mei-Un raised an eyebrow. "Don't want to talk?"

Change sighed, before grabbing Mei-Uns shoulder and turned him around. "Kill me a moment."

"Excuse me?" Mei-Un looked surprise.

"Break my neck or something. Or-" Change started but was suddenly caught by surprise by a sharp chop to the neck. Change collapsed to the ground, before his physical appearance changed. Mostly his body shape changed, chest going out until after standing up again, she looked at Mei-Un with raven hair, blue eyes, and a beautiful body. "Thank you. I was expecting a number of deaths before becoming female, so I suppose lucks on my side."

"I hate it when you're female. Confuses me to death." Mei-Un shook his head.

"Whatever." Flicking her hair back, Change knelt in front of the girl. "Hello? Do you want to talk to me? Just ignore the ugly fellow from before."

The girl let off a small laugh and looked up.

"That's better." Change placed a hand on the girl's cheek. "What's your name?"

"H-Harriet. Harriet Dubois."

"So, Harriet, care to explain the Mandrahora to us?"

Harriet stiffened, paling. "D-Did she come out again? I never remember..." She looked up sharply. "Did I hurt you?"

"Nope, we're fine." Change smiled. "So, why are you on Little Garden in the first place?"

Harriet bit her lip and looked away.

"Don't worry, we can talk later. It's probably better to get some rest now anyway." Change stood up as Harriet looked reliever. She suddenly opened her mouth.

"Wait, please, make sure I wake up before darkness hits."

"Okay, sure. We're going to take a look around the perimeter and put up some defences. We'll be back in a little bit." Change nodded to Harriet, before walking away with Mei-Un.

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Miss Goldenweek was now on the surface on Little Garden, a larger paintbrush in her hand. As she walked, she was dragging it across the ground leaving green paint. As she walked, she hummed to herself. A sudden rustling was heard, and Miss Goldenweek quickly stepped back as a figure dropped from the trees, landing on all fours.

Eliza looked up, quite annoyed. "Gah! It's hard getting back down to the floor. I had to jump from tree to tree until I could get down."

"I wondered where you got to. Have you done what I asked?"

"That's a no. A guy in a cloak who could teleport came and completely screwed things up. I think he's taken those others as well."

"He also took my captain and crewmates."

Miss Goldenweek and Eliza turned to see Opal rubbing a bloody nose.

"So it seems they have abandoned you." Miss Goldenweek said.

"Traitors." Eliza spat.

"Although..." Opal rubbed her nose. "I have seen signs of that man Mei-Un and Change."

"So only two left? Well, no matter. They were only a pause in my plans, anyway." Miss Goldenweek continued walking.

"What are you painting, anyway?" Eliza asked, following Miss Goldenweek.

"I suppose I haven't told you my plans, have I? Well, allow me to enlighten you." Miss Goldenweek motioned to the paint. "I have been drawing a giant circle around this island. It is a symbol which represents 'growth'. You see, for a long while now I was believed to use hypnotism in colours. Well, I can do that with ease, but it is uncommon knowledge that the devil resides in me."

"I have a fruit, which enables me to use colours in a much more physical sense, not just controlling the mind. For example..." Miss Goldenweek bent down and painted a small green symbol around a simple flower. "This is a smaller version of the symbol of 'growth." The flower seemed to shake, before sprouting out of the ground, the roots becoming as thick as an arm, and the actually petals blooming outwards to the size of a large dog. Miss Goldenweek dipped her paintbrush in pink paint and painted another symbol. "This is the symbol of 'humanity'." The flower shook again, before the roots split into crude arms and legs, and the flower actually turned its petals and shook it's legs. "It obeys only me. If it doesn't," A pure black symbol was painted on the flowers petal. "I have the symbol of decay." The flower seemed to dissolve into black ash-like substance.

"Why am I using my fruit now?" Miss Goldenweek started to walk again. "As they say, revenge is best served cold. I had given my friends the dreams they desired. We were in our restaurant, we were happy. That was all ripped away by the marines. So, with my power of growth and humanity, I will create an army of nature itself. We will charge every marine base, every central command, even Impel Down itself if it means I can find my friends again." Miss Goldenweek's brow furrowed. "Once this symbol is done, it will take a week for everything to grow for me. Then I will draw the symbol of humanity. Another week, and I will be able to exact my revenge. If any pirates come during that time, I will dispose of them, or perhaps, control them."

"Sounds fun." Opal grinned.

"I hope you allow us to join you on this conquest."

"Of course." Miss Goldenweek nodded. "Come."