If you don't like 30 years before then that's fine, you don't need to tell everybody about it with vulgar language, there are underage people who read the comments and they don't need read stuff like that.

Secondly I'm not changing the story because some random doesn't like the story. Don't like it then go and read something else. Nobody is forcing you read this.

I'm writing this because I like it! Not for any other reason, this simply is self indulgent nonsense. It's a fanfic! Not something offensive.

Dragon's POV

I don't know how this ended up happening, all I wanted to do was see if Luffy was okay, which he was, yet here I was sitting eating dinner with Whitebeard.

As soon as Whitebeard had turned his back on me, while I was still on top deck, I bolted straight down to the Galley where the kitchen was located.

I didn't want to interact with the Yonko more than I had to. He had said that Luffy was fine, I did kind of believe him, something about the way he said it. But that could be bull-crap, he was a pirate lying was in their nature.

That didn't explain why he had let me attack him, he had taken several hits without much care.

He weirded me out, I couldn't get my head around his- attitude? Personality? Whatever it was, it confused me, made me nervous and also sort of angry too. They were strange mixture of emotions that didn't go well together.

The less time I spent near the man the better.

That was until he found me talking to Luffy, who I might add, wasn't having a good time doing kitchen duty, he was especially annoyed that he was allowed any food. I was going to lend a hand with it, when Whitebeard refused to let me. Something about it not being my punishment, helping them would defeat the whole point of it.

At this stage I had had enough of the Yonko butting in, didn't he have anything better to do that follow me round?

I was going to head back to the cabin to sleep the day's stress off and the stupid captain wouldn't let me do that either!

So that brings me back to sitting with the Yonko for dinner, I really didn't want to be here.

When I say eating dinner, I meant Whitebeard was eating and I staring at my food, because I was so damn uncomfortable, that I could not physically bring myself to actually consume anything.

The blonde man was watching me carefully, trying not to make it obvious and I probably wouldn't have noticed if he wasn't the only other person in the room with me.

It wasn't actually dinner time yet, but he was the captain, the man could do whatever the hell he wanted on his ship. If he wanted his dinner early then he was going to.

Though I had no clue why I was still here or why he had insisted on me sitting with him. Add that to the list of bizarre things this person did.

"Are you going to eat that?"

I sank deeper into my chair, hoping that I might disappear into it.

"I'm not hungry... thank you"

I muttered, turning my attention towards the kitchen door, I couldn't see anyone from here, but I could hear Luffy's loud distinct laugh.

I wonder what he's laughing at? Probably something dumb.

Sighing drearily I rested my chin on the table, closing my eyes pretending that I wasn't here, I pictured that I was back at the cabin in my bed.

What a nice thought.

"Here I thought you and your brother were bottomless pits, the amount of food you both eat puts the ships stock in danger..."

I tensed up, great was he just going complain about us, if that's all he was going to do then, why force me stay here with him.

Does he want an apology? If that's what gets me out of this situation then I'm all for it.

"I am sincerely sorry about that; we will curb our eating habits."

I put my forehead on the wooden surface of the table, bowing respectfully.

That was probably the best apology I could come up with.

"Dragon, it was a joke..."

I lifted my eyes warily, fixing them on the pirate. He was giving me a funny look, whatever he was thinking was lost on his face.

"Don't you have jokes where you come from?"

I dropped my gaze once again, locking my shackles in my sights, they were chafing my wrists. The fabric wedges between the metal and my skin must have come loose when I had been running earlier.

"Yes"

Whitebeard shoved a piece of meat in his mouth, chewing it aggressively. He looked pretty annoyed about something.

I was being polite and I answered his question what else did want from me? I had done literally nothing to offend the man or to even irritate him.

What was his problem?

"Are those hurting?"

He pointed down at me, I wasn't sure where to though.

"Uh?"

I wrinkled my forehead slightly in confusion. What was hurting?

"Those handcuffs what else"

Oh. I gazed down at my hands; the chains rattled as I moved my shoulders.

"Why?"

The pirate captain sighed, he sounded even more vexed than before.

"Well for one you keep staring at them, two every time you move your arms you wince. Need I go on?"

"It's not your problem, why do you care?

Whitebeard groaned loudly, putting his face rather forcefully into his hands making a slapping sound.

"Ahhhuk! You're such frustrating kid!"

The Yonko grabbed the bottle of sake next to him and chugged the whole thing. He was looking extremely disgruntled; it was making me want to leave even more.

I started to get up. It was decided I was going to get Luffy, screw this punishment stuff, I was going drag him back to the cabin and lock the door, barricade it for good measure.

"Sorry, look I'll leav-

"Sit down, I'm talking to you!"

I was interrupted be a very pissed off Yonko, I sat my ass back down obediently, this was turning into a nightmare! Maybe I should just shut up, if he asks something just answer with the most likely thing he wants to hear.

"I'm not angry at you! I'm just frustrated with your outlook on life..."

I didn't understand anything he was going on about, not angry at me but- what my outlook was...

What is he-

I don't get it!

"Wh-

"Don't ask 'why', I know that's what you're going to say... It bothers me alright. It bothers me because I'm stupid soft old fool, who gives a damn..."

I went silent, that was not what I was expecting.

"Why do you care?"

"Weren't you li-"

"I'm Garp's son... Nobody sees me, I'm just his son"

The bitterness in my voice was so strong that it was like I had eaten a whole batch of coffee beans.

"That hardly matters-"

I cut him off, the flood gate was suddenly in the back of my throat, all those pain emotions were ramming against it. This was why I never thought about it, but something this man had said had made me snap.

The last couple of days crashed down on me, crushing the small little umbrella that had been sheltering my head.

Hitting me harder and harder.

This whole place feeling so wrong, the people of the crew, Luffy being here, what happened with the old Geezer.

It broke up the gates that had been closed for years, all the anger, pain, frustration and everything else that went with it, all it was flooding my heart. Drowning me in a cascade of painful emotions.

"Of course, it does! That's what I am! I'm Garp's screwed up son! His 'thing' to fix his mistake with! -"

I was on a roll now, the bitterness turned into a searing hot rage.

"-I don't matter! I'm the son of the 'hero of the Marines'! My stupid little insignificant life doesn't matter, who cares about my opinion or my aspirations, or God forbid I have any kind dream! No! You have to be a fucking Marine! -"

My throat was burning with how much I was yelling, something dripping down my face making my vision blur, but still the words kept spilling out.

"-You know when I was little, I was so proud of my dad! I would tell everyone! Back then he wasn't even that bad, he was strict, sure but he was not an abusive asshole. Mom was our world, always kept dad in line, she was a strong person, the only one he would listen to. -"

I slowly dropped in volume, the pain I felt was so raw and yet it felt good to let it out.

"-She was a Marine too, not a high ranking one but she was good, the best even. She gave everything she had to her job; Mom was an angel among people. She genuinely cared about the people she was meant to protect. -"

I smiled as I remembered her beaming down at me, she would do such silly things, things most people wouldn't see a point in doing. But she did them because it made people laugh.

"-When she died it broke us... She refused to answer a buster call, her whole squad did. -"

My voice began to tremble, I couldn't stop the words from coming out, free flowing like a stream.

"-You can't disobey a Tenryubito. It didn't matter that she couldn't kill innocent people, she was a good honest person or even that in went against everything she believed in. All that mattered was getting what those bastards wanted. If she couldn't do that than her life was meaningless to them."

I was staring ahead blankly, all I could see was her retreating back, with the promise to a 10 year me that she would be back soon.

I never saw her again.

"- You know why a buster call was even made? The king of the island refused to give his daughter to one of the Tenryubito. Since some stuck-up untitled prick was told no, for probably the first time in his entire life, that whole country had to be wiped off the map! My mother was killed simply because she wouldn't kill innocent citizens, how messed up with that?"

I took a deep shuddering breath, wiping my eyes with my sleeve, the blurry warm tears returned a moment later.

"My dad didn't do anything, says Mom made her choice and he would respect it. He says he hates the Tenryubito, refuses to become an Admiral, yet if he hated them as much as he says then he would have left out of respect for her -."

I lent forwards pressing my face into my arms, rubbing my eyes furiously, for some reason it made the tears fall faster.

"- He sold our house, said it made him sad whenever he saw it, that was my home! I didn't have a home anymore ... I was 10, I needed dad but he just left me alone..."

I pulled my knees up to my chest, choking on my ragged breaths as my eyes flood so much I couldn't see. Still, even with my cracking voice, my lips moved on their own as the painful emotions came out.

"I lived with an old lady Mom knew, she was nice but that didn't last long though, she couldn't afford to keep me and her family didn't want me there. Dad wouldn't cough up any money so I had to live in the forest. I had to hunt for my own food, that was fine except I didn't know how to fight or hunt even. When Dad came back after months, I told him what had happened and he decided to 'train' me. He spent exactly 3 days with me 'training' and then I didn't see him until winter... By that point I had taught myself how to fend off danger. -"

Sucking in wet hiccup, I covered my eyes with my sleeve, burying my nose into my knees, I carried on.

"- When I turned 17, the old geezer finally decided to come and drag me off to become a Marine. He fucked off for 7 years, then suddenly he wanted me when it was convenient for him. He didn't give shit what I wanted; he didn't care that I didn't want to become a Marine! I mean why the hell would I want to, they killed my mom, who refused to be part of a genocide and my stupid old man hadn't even bothered with me since my mom died, the only thing he actually seemed to care about was being a soldier!"

The anger picked up in my tone again, I gritted my teeth as the words were spat out.

"I've been stuck with that man for 8 years, trapped unable to escape! 8 years I'm never going to get back! At first it wasn't so bad; I was allowed to walk around the base without restriction. But the more the old geezer pushed his ideals on me the more I fought back, he wouldn't listen to me. So, I had to push back! I wasn't going to do anything that I didn't want, just to make a man that had abandoned me happy!"

I stood up abruptly, rage causing my heart to race and my shoulders shook violently, I couldn't see though the waterfall assaulting my eyes.

"He took everything I had, my freedom, my power. Treated me like a criminal, chained me up, locked me in a room. The only damn person I would see was him or his stupid ice dog! Just because I wouldn't do what he said! I fought back! They told me I was a monster when I hurt the fucking Marine that tried to lock me away. They shackled me with these stupid recoil cuffs! These are used for the worst criminals; a sharp movement and they'll crush the bones in your wrists and hands! I'm that dangerous! I'M CONSIDERED THAT MUCH OF MONSTER, THAT I NEED MY ARM BROKEN JUST BECAUSE I WAS TRYING TO DEFEND MYSELF"

I curled into myself, falling to my knees hitting the floor hard, sending a sharp pain through my broken ribs and I still continued.

"I'M COMPLETELY USELESS! I HAD TO HAVE LUFFY PROTECT ME! I'M SUPPOSED TO DO THAT, I HAVE TO PROTECT HIM AND YET I'VE LET HIM DOWN! TIME AND TIME AGAIN! I'M PATHETIC, USEless and selfish..."

Finally, my voice would no longer come out, only pathetic whimpering. I couldn't stand it anymore, I staggered to my feet. I didn't want to be here anymore, in fact I wasn't even sure where I was, my head was so fuzzy and dizzy that I didn't even feel like I was part of the world.

My ears were ringing with white noise, I was aware that someone was holding me up, who it was I didn't know. They were saying something, it sounded like a low droning.

"Leave me alone! Just get away from me!"

I pushed myself away from them, I didn't want anyone near me, let alone touching me!

I just wanted to hide, I stumbled into a run, tripping over myself and objects or were they people? Whatever they were, I shoved past them and made my way up some stairs.

My body went into autopilot as I dragged myself towards the relative safety of my cabin. My face was hot, it felt like my head was hollow with lots of ping pong balls bouncing around it.

I wanted my bed, I wanted to sleep.