Summary: Sometimes you just can't help being helpless. Like now. Right now I am completely helpless and had just felt the worst pain I had ever felt in my entire life. Except it would be my entire two lives. The feeling of being crushed to death. And I am reborn a few months later. As the first child of Gol D. Rodger.

Disclaimer: I do not own one piece, for I cannot draw something twice.

"Normal speech"
Conscious thoughts
~The~Voice~of~All~Things~ (or communication through)
O O O New scene or timeskip

Warnings: Death, spirits, crushed limbs and mentions of birth

Prologue - The Start

The sky was dark and stormy. Winds blowing hard, Jasmine looked out the window of her holiday house in Japan. There was a storm brewing.

Sighing, she walked back into the kitchen where a mug of hot chocolate was sitting on the bench. She picked it up to take a sip as she turned on the TV to see what was on the news.

"We have warnings that a typhoon is approaching the east side of Shikoku island, heading towards Susaki in the Kochi district. It's moving at approximately 80km/h with winds up to 230km/h and the first winds are estimated to hit the island in 3 hours. Evacuations are beginning and flights to and from any southern islands are cancelled. Be ready for strong winds to hit and major flooding to occur."

Shit

In my shock, my mug slips out of my hands and hits the ground. Chocolate milk spreads and starts staining the carpet.

I'm not ready for this! I don't want to die! I want to talk to my son about how he needs to take life more seriously. I want to scold my daughter on how she should settle down and have kids with that boyfriend of hers. I want to visit my parents and husbands grave one last time and read to them the stories I am writing. I want to write songs with my other daughter for my daughter-in-law to sing. I want to draw with my little sister and play with my niece again. I don't want the world to forget me.

No, calm down. I'm not going to die yet. Typhoons rarely kill anyone. I will make it out.

I will see my family again.

O O O

The wind was picking up now. Nobody had come to evacuate this part of town. No one has come to pick me up.

The sea was ragged, and the waves were splashing harder and faster.

Two hours had gone, and it seemed that the typhoon was faster than they expected.

It had hit.

I took it upon myself to get myself out of there and quickly grabbed my bags and set off down the road.

It was raining hard now, and the wind was trying hard to push me over, knock me down and carry me away.

The natural disaster continued to get worse.

Buildings started flying apart, items floating, spinning around, and dashing through the air.

The road ahead was still empty. Then I hear a shout.

Perking up I call out for help as I tried to speed up as much as I could.

There was a figure approaching me and it looked small and faraway. I could barely see them with my half-gone eyes.

They're not going to make it to me. Their too far away.

A building groaned next to me and alarmed, I swung my head around to look at it. It was swaying from side to side and looked like it would fall over at any moment. It was one of those stores which have 2 stories and a traditional look. With a jolt I began moving again to try to get out of the path it might fall to.

I'm not fast enough.

There's a weight crushing my legs and-oh god there's so much blood and pain and it hurts - I curse at why I had to more sensitive to everything- I think 'no way that I'm getting out of this alive'

I can faintly hear a person screaming at me, but I don't register the words. I can't hear anything anymore. My visions going blurry and there's wind blowing items into my back and head and there's dirt and blood on my face and there's an excruciating pain going through my entire body.

Everything's black and grey now.

I think I just died

O O O

It's a strange feeling, dying.

Your spirit or soul leaves your body and it's a weird experience. It's kind of like when a reptile sheds its skin. You're leaving an old skin behind to grow a new one and your suddenly freer than you could have ever been. There's a feeling like your free of everything that has happened. It's exhilarating and slightly addictive. Pain flows through your body as you shed the 'skin'. Then you're drifting through time and space, looking for a new 'home'.

The dimensions are interesting things as well. If you've heard of the multiverse theory, it's kind of like that. Every change creates a new dimension. Imaginary worlds and made-up places are also dimensions that appear. Every possibility appears in these dimensions and anything could happen.

As I was drifting, I felt a pull in the direction of a dimension which had a huge line of mountains going through the centre of the whole world. I could recognise it anywhere. A world from a story I read and loved.

The One Piece world.

Perfect if you ask me.

I need some adventure.

No need to hang around my past life. There's no going back there now. Hanging around only makes you feel lonely. After all, no one can communicate with the dead there.

O O O

The familiar warmth of a mother's womb.

Stray panic from my death leads to me having as much of a panic attack as being an embryo allows me.

Trying to feel something around me I start to hear a voice.

~safe~safe~mother~warm~safe~protect~safe~

What?

~D.~Portgas~safe~mother~protect~female~Rouge~

Ah. That's right. My new home. The world of one piece.

Wait. Was that…

The Voice of All Things?

So Gol D. Roger is my new father. Huh.

Am I the new version of Ace? Or am I just his new sibling?

~old~Gol~unborn~old~female~old~oddity~

So I'm a girl. Good to know.

Being in a half-awake state, I've got the feeling you get when you haven't gotten enough sleep, but you want to stay awake. It's keeping me from thinking too hard and leaves me with quite a few dizzy moments. It keeps me from keeping track of time, but I can guess.

I'm just glad I have a clear head. Mostly.

And now it's going to get boring.

O O O

Three months.

Three months in this boring place all to go back to pain.

Like seriously.

Being born is uncomfortable. No wonder babies cry. Along with the shock of leaving a place that has been the only thing you've known, the sudden cold air after all the warmth and the fact that you get squeezed as you're born. Oh, and the cutting of the umbilical cord. That feels weird.

But after being crushed to death you view things in another perspective. Being squeezed reminds me too much of that - death, blood, painnoIdon'twanttodieIwanttolive - And even your soul wants to forget birth. It's why it's the only thing no soul can remember. The ones that do are almost always traumatised for life. Along with breastfeeding, teething, toilet training and learning to walk.

So when I was born, I was going ewewewewew in my mind while screaming out loud. I made sure to open my eyes as soon as I could because gosh, I missed the light. Such a beautiful thing.

I was cleaned and wrapped in a blanket and put in my new mothers' arms. She smiled down at me and started speaking a mix of Japanese and English.

"Hello, my beautiful baby girl. I'm your mother. Your father is out on the sea right now, but he will be back in a month. You're early you know? I just need a little rest and then I will be better."

She drifted off to sleep, making me panic for a moment. Then I realised that she was only tired from giving birth and that she wasn't going to die yet. Her words were also different from what she said to Ace.

The doctor in the room smiled down at me as he picked me up.

I fell asleep in his arms when he placed me in my cot.

O O O

He wasn't expecting the call.

The call that sent him rushing to the navigator to get him to change their course.

To set sail to the South Blue, even though they were in the North Blue, several islands away from the Calm Belt.

After all, it wasn't every day that you became a father.

O O O

A/N:

To explain and point out some things (and just random facts);

1. No, there won't be any other people like her. She is a special case and usually souls erase their own memory by the time they are one. She won't get the chance. There might be one or two OC's from other dimensions who are drawn by her aura but no more than that.

2. I will write a profile for her and any other OC's I have. I also have drawings for them.

3. She has never been in a natural disaster before and was on a holiday in Japan. She knows that typhoons aren't supposed to be that dangerous but if you hear that a natural disaster is heading right for you, what do you immediately think?

4. No, I will not place her in a pairing, I am still watching/reading one piece and only know as much as I do from fanfics and Wiki. She is in a strange predicament so there isn't going to be many people who can understand her. Add on that she was married and widowed already and you've got a perfect combo for no romance. Despite this, I know people are going to have their own ships.

5. She is technically older than both Whitebeard and Roger.

Hope you enjoy this story!

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Words: 1,829

Posted: 20/11/18 ?:?

Edited: 28/02/2021 2:30pm

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