I do not own One Piece! Just my OC who probably just wants to lay down and take a good, long nap right now

(Honestly, same bro, same….)

Yup, this is not the last part of this prompt of the series…

(The author sobs in the distance, why am I like this!)

Did the dear old author forget what a one-shot is?

YUP!

Probs going have to rename the book or what-ever…. (author now staring off into the distance)..

I did rename it tho (Dead look in my eye.)

I should be sleeping right now, considering the long, long day that I had, but time is of the essence! I took over two days to write this…. (\*-*/) [Flips table]

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Everyone is staring at me now.

From what I can tell with the mind-shattering headache that I'm having, the feeling to throw up all the contents of my stomach as I feel chills running through my whole body, and the now ringing in my ears, I can still tell in my semi-kept-together-conscious state that everyone is staring.

"Would you like to explain?", I hear who I think is Kaido, I can't tell who is who right now.

A very bad sign….

"*Sigh*, before I potentially pass out", I manage to barely get out, very much hoping that I won't have to repeat this in the future, " I hate lying to the people that I love and care about, you - you, you all know that. The good majority of you know that I am part dragon, demon, vampire, and hu-hu-human. Very few knew-know that I am a time traveler, and in of itself, I'm an ano-anom-anomaly within the fact that it should have been impossible for me to be born in the first place. But here I am, alive and breathing in front of all of -", I stop, trying to gather myself through the dizziness.

Everything is getting blurrier, and it's not my glasses. My head feels like it's spinning even more now, and I sure hope it stops for a hot second or two.

I continue on, "All of you. I apologize for keeping this from everyone, but I don't regret, I don't regret it. I value my freedom, and I have kept up with the times and the new laws put in place for time travelers. I wish, I wish, wish I could have told all of y'all differently instead of like this", I barely finish.

I feel a bit relieved, like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Wait, I feel very much weightless right now.

Is this how I die again?

This time by concussion?

I still see color, I very much see blurbs that are supposed to be people. I can hear people, I can hear everything, it's so confusing as I don't know who's who right now.

Am I in Jules quincenera again, Jerry's sweet sixteen party…..where am I again?

Everything feels too LOUD. I think multiple people are yelling?

Can I fall asleep now? I'm very much tired, I want to take a break…..

Why haven't I taken a break until now?

Where's mom?

Will my brother be mad?

I really wanted to spend more time with Dad…..

I didn't want to leave at 18, I convinced myself it would be for the best for everyone…

I wanted to find mom.

Why did she have to leave?

Why did she leave me clues?

Why does she want me to find her?

Why am I always one step behind her?

I feel gross, I can't tell what's going on around me, but I feel gross.

"Astrid! ASTRID! ASTRID!", someone keeps calling out my name…

I'm pretty sure that's my name?

(In Spanish) "I'm not buying what you're selling.", I spat out, not very sure who I'm talking to as I can't see…. I can see light and dark, I can see color and shapes, but nothing looks clear.

Nothing looks clear at all….

(In Spanish) "What do you think we are selling?", someone from the void continues to annoy me.

(In Japanese) "I don't know, all I know is that I can't die again too soon. This old woman continues to live on despite each and every circumstance.", I think of all I have gone through, I think I'm hallucinating..

(In Japanese) "What do you mean by 'old women'?"

I have seen war.

I have seen strife.

I have seen the bad of humanity.

I have been on the receiving end of bad tidings, and seen the darkness of others as well as my own.

With all the bad, I have seen all the good in the world.

I have seen hope in the darkest of places.

Love, blossoming in situations of dire straits.

People building.

Rebuilding.

Creating bonds and loving each other without a care in the world.

How I wish I could have stayed and enjoyed those times to the fullest….

(In Russian) "I am old…. Sometimes I continue to wonder how I am alive after all this time? I have lived so many lifetimes, and have seen too many people come and go as I have travelled."

(In Russian) "How old are you?"

(French) "3,124. Three-thousand one hundred and twenty four. Three-thousand…. Three-throusand…. Threeeeeeeee- touuuusss."

Why do I feel pain on my cheek?

Something feels wet?

What the hell is going on?

I feel something shaking. More loud sounds, none that I can discern.

What's happening to me? When in doubt…..

I embrace the void, falling into slumber.

I hear more yelling as everything fades to black, and I fall into a dreamless sleep.

The first sounds I hear as I slowly rejoin the living world is something that I wasn't expecting.

"She's cuddling Senor Tedders, that's a good sign."

"That and she's holding hand Mr . Stuffles. Good to see that some things never change."

"I'm going to get my camera, it's been too long since we've seen her like this."

"It's a short amount of time in comparison to her. A few years have gone by for us, and for her it has been literal eons, lifetimes, Red-hair."

I'm taking this as a sign that I should stay asleep, and forget this speckle of a conversation, but my bladder is telling me otherwise. How my body betrays me so.

Slowly I open my eyes, and see the all semi-familiar blurbs of what I believe to be my child-hood room. In my arms I'm hugging the small stuffed bear (known as Senor Tedders) that Dad gave me for my birthday when I turned 7 years old, with me laying on my right side towards the wall facing away from the two most influential men in my life. My left hand holding onto the big life-sized bear (Mr. Stuffles) leaning against the wall, the big bear that 'Uncle' gave me on that same birthday.

That was a day to remember.

Sluggishly arising from my slumber, feeling my body still a bit tender from my old and new wounds, I do what I have always done before.

I search for my glasses, which are on the nightstand, and mubble out a "Good morning" as I unceremoniously fall off my bed to meet the floor with my face. A loud thud and a little utterance of an "ouchie" later, I begin my morning routine with a dull headache accompanied by a bit of a limp.

All the while my Dad and 'Uncle' are right behind me, more so Dad than 'Uncle'. 'Uncle' knows how to give people a little more space, even when injured, Dad on the other hand, tends to worry more with me being his one and only child.

His miracle-unplanned-only-child.

His child that is very much in trouble since I'm pretty sure the jig is up, secret exposed to one-and-all very high ranking supernatural and out-of-world entities.

To be brutally honest, I don't even remember anything after saying 'I'm sorry' to everyone, the rest is very much a blurb.

"Astrid, are you listening to me?"

I turn around, Dad has a very serious expression on his face, his eyes pretty much staring into my own.

"Uhhh, I've been zoned out? Sorry about that Dad, but I really need to go use the bathroom."

"Astrid, we need to talk."

"I agree with that statement, but my bladder is saying 'I must unleash the kraken', if you know what I mean. So let me go to the bathroom first, and then we can all talk about the situation."

Dad, still staring, with 'Uncle' right behind him both have an all-business expression on their face. To think, after not seeing them for so long, for them to not see me for 6 years of their time….

It feels surreal to be here like this with them.

I look between them, very much conflicted on where to start, if we are going to have this conversation in front of the bathroom.

"*Sigh* Dad, 'Uncle', I -"

"Go use the bathroom, come to the kitchen promptly after you're done.", 'Uncle' Mihawk got out, grabbing Dad by the arm to lead him away.

I'm a bit shocked, to say the least. I'm left to my own devices to use the restroom, clean myself up and look more presentable before facing my impending doom. Makes me all the more gleeful that I can finally shave my legs. Looking at myself in the mirror, I see the extent of the damage from that night, as I have a bandage on my pretty little head.

Checking my body I see that my old wounds have been rebandaged and taken care of, a good sign. A bad sign is the fact that I have been man-handled to the T, my underwear having been changed to a different boxer brief and my training bra a whole different color. I know there isn't much to see, I'm as flat as a board, but that doesn't make me any less embarrassed and angry for being man-handled.

Having finished my morning routine, I go to my room real fast to change into my navy blue sweatpants and an old Spongebob Squarepants t-shirt saying 'IMAGINATION' in all its glory. Checking the clock on my nightstand, I find that it's 7 in the morning.

7 in the morning three days after I had blacked out. Welp….Houston we have a problem.

It's then that I start to hear the countdown.

"Astrid! If you don't come down on the count of 5, I'm coming up there!"

Seems to me that 'Uncle' Mihawk couldn't keep Dad at bay forever.

Running down the stairs of the apartment, stumbling here and there, I make a mad-dash to the kitchen.

Face-to-face with people I didn't want to see so early in the morning.

"Why are Pompadour, Pineapple, Freckles, and Scarbo here?"

Pompadour is in the kitchen, making food at a rather rapid rate. Smells divine by the way, even if I'm still a bit pissed at him.

Freckles and Scarbo are seated at the counter, leaning against the backs of the barstools, now facing towards me, one with a smile and the other with a look of awe.

Pineapple is right next to Dad, standing and looking at me a bit wide-eyed, before changing back to a neutral expression.

Dad is straight up chuckling, and 'Uncle' Mihawk smirked for a second before his face turned back to his neutral frown. Good to know that I can still bring a smile on their faces, despite all this time apart.

"We're here to make amends yoi."

I look at Pineapple once more, and now seeing this man, he looks a bit like a wreck. Dark circles under his eyes, skin glistening a bit with sweat, and from the looks of it, a bandage on his head, he seems to have been roughed up.

The rest of the brothers looked roughed up as well, but not to the same extent as Pineapple.

Makes me wonder what happened these past 3 days.

"Title of your sextape, real reason as to why you four are here?"

"Astrid!"

"Dad, I don't trust them all too much. Think about it like this, Freckles knocked me out, Pompadour gagged me, and Scarbo tied me to a chair. All the while Pineapple coordinated it all. What can I say, I'm a bit bitter."

"We're a bit bitter that we caught you in the first place yoi."

"You can say that again.", the other three said in unison.

Scarbo started, "Pops raised hell when he found out that we had even hurt you in the first place-"

Freckles continued on, "- then there was your 'Uncle' and Linin who very much wanted to kill Garp for making your head injury worse -"

"- that and besides the fact that half of the people there were coordinating to get you the help you needed while the other half wanted to capture you for being a time traveler. Let's just say, arguments arose and some people were squashed, to an extent.", finished Pompadour, setting food in front of Freckles and Scarbo, going back to the stove and finishing the other food he is making.

He then proceeds to produce an extra plate, filled with all the breakfast foods that I love. Red velvet pancakes, hashbrowns on the side, Canadian turkey bacon, and a teeny tiny serving of plantains coated in cinnamon.

Just how I like it.

My resolve to stay angry with them is not only waning as I continue to stare at the total magnificence of the food, but my stomach, oh how my stomach betrays me.

[Growls]

I feel my face heating up, I look to the side as I'm a bit embarrassed that my stomach is speaking for me in this regard. It's not only men whose hearts can be won by food, it's women too.

"Uhh, that's for me, right?", I point to the plate, face heating up even more.

"Pftttt, yes Miss Guerra, that's for you.", Pompadour has a goofy smile on his face, trying to hold back the chuckles.

"Don't call me Miss Guerra, just call me Astrid. Hearing someone call me that feels wrong in more ways than one. That goes for all of you.", I looked to each of the brothers as I sat down, handed silverware from Pompadour himself.

"Would you like anything to drink Astrid yoi?", Pineapple opens the fridge, glancing back at me as I down one of my pancakes.

"A bottle of water is fine, just toss it over."

"How about I hand it to you yoi?"

"How about you just toss it over? It's not like I'm not going to catch it."

"Astrid.."

"Dad, I am perfectly capable of catching a water bottle."

"How about all of you stop this at once and just hand her the water bottle.", 'Uncle' Mihawk ends the escalating argument, stern frown turning even frownier by the second as he looks to Dad and Pineapple.

He won't look at me, which I find rather odd, to say the least. 'Uncle' usually looks at all perpetrators of an argument to make them shut up, with me not being an exception, so very much worrying.

Awkward silence presents itself, with Pineapple setting the water bottle in front of me.

"Thank you Pineapple."

"It's Newgate Marco yoi.", I glance from my food, Pineapple leaning against the permanent kitchen island, arms crossed as he eyes bore into mine.

All eyes on me.

Chuckling a little, I stop eating, "So you decide to finally introduce yourself? I must say, it's good to finally meet you Newgate Marco. Guerra D. Astrid, pleasure to make your acquaintance.", I slightly bow, and then continue eating.

"Likewise, Astrid, likewise yoi.", Marco has a slight smirk.

I know how to wipe it off his face though.

"Pineapple has introduced himself, how about the rest of y'all?", I talk in between bites, covering my mouth so as to not let any food go out of my mouth.

"I thought you were going to call me by my name yoi.", Marco no longer has the smirk, replaced with a thin line.

"I'm going to call you Pineapple until I forgive you, so you'll have to wait on that Pineapple.", I give him a wink, finishing my pancakes and diving straight into the hashbrowns and the Canadian turkey bacon, leaving the cinnamon plantains for last.

"Understandable yoi.", Marco rubs the back of his neck, now looking away from me. So he does feel a bit sorry, all things considering.

"Me next, I suppose. I'm Newgate Thatch, pleasure to finally meet you Astrid. Want to try some of my fresh apple juice?", Thatch holds up a pitcher of apple juice. When did they get here for him to make fresh apple juice?

"Sure Thatch, I would like to try some of your apple juice.", I wave at him.

"Oi, why are you calling Thatch by his name yoi?"

"His food won my heart, and sure, I haven't forgotten him gagging me, so I'll give him hell for that later.", I state out, looking at Marco and Thatch, seeing Thatch sweat-drop.

"What type of hell? I'm Newgate D. Ace, by the way. Pleasure to make your acquaintance Astrid.", Ace says between bites, spraying food on poor Scarbo.

"Let's just say, I'm very good at pranking people Freckles.", I side-eye Ace, smiling a bit as I finish up my bacon and hashbrowns, finally starting on the cinnamon plantains.

"If I help you prank him, will that help my chances with you forgiving me faster?", Ace has a look of mischief on his face, wiggling his eyebrows as he stuffs his face with more food.

"Maybe.", I laugh a little, finding this brother very amusing. Cute, if he wasn't Edward's son, I would have happily adopted him, if given the chance.

"That leaves me then. I'm Newgate Sabo, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Astrid.", Sabo bows a little facing me, he just finished his food.

"Likewise, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Bo. Nice to finally meet all of y'all.", I wave, finally done with all my food as well. I slightly push my plate forward, patting my stomach a little.

It has been a long while since I've eaten a grand breakfast like this.

"Bo?", the four brothers look at me once more.

"Your new nickname, since both your old nickname and your actual name both have Bo, I've made the executive decision to call you Bo.", I wave my finger like a metronome, admiring my quick thinking of coming up with a new nickname on the fly.

"Astrid, now that you are done eating, it's time to talk.", Dad now has the floor, back to the serious stuff.

"Understood. I'm more than happy to answer any questions from all of y'all. I'll answer as truthfully as possible, and hopefully we can all get through this. I acknowledge the fact that I fucked up, so before anything else, I'm sorry, Dad, brother."

I look towards the both of them, feeling guilty that I have unleashed upon the world the secret that we have tried so hard to keep for the first 18 years of my life.

That I am a time traveler.

A/N: So….. here I am, coming back after all that jazz….

Hopefully, and I repeat, hopefully, I'm doing well….

Next chapter is gonna be a doozy tho, sorry, not sorry….

I can't promise anything, cause my last promises went up in flames.

But I will address the inconsistencies in Chapter 1 tho, there is an explanation for that… teehee.

Peace out with a FIST OF LOVE,

-DH