Authors Notes I do not own One Piece or it affiliates, Part six. Man I hate the dub! Yes, you people beat it out of me. I will finally have time on my hands. Prom, Senior trip, Finals, Graduation, I have a lot on my plate now. But soon this will all be over! Wish me luck in school and my writing. I hope I haven't lost my touch. I feel like my writing has been copped out since the first chapter. Maybe it's just me. So Stay tuned and on with the show….

Hawk Eyes

Part 6

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A glance backwards can make help us see what is up ahead…

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The day when he found her suddenly flashes in her brain like a light in the darkness. It was raining on that day as well, wasn't it? Rain symbolizes great sadness and even greater sorrow. It always seems to rain during funerals and such somber and solemn occasions. There is also sense of cleansing purification and rebirth that come along with this kind of weather too. That brief glimpse of yesteryear quickly fades to be told some other time and another memory takes her to another place.

Huge tall pillars, and echoing marble hallways ordain the quaint home of the old man. If it weren't for the men sailor uniforms she would have thought she was back at Thassos. She had been living at the government estate for over a few months now and she still couldn't make her way around. Every corridor seems so vast and doors looked similar. Sometimes you can't tell the difference between the door to the bathroom and to the door to the linen closet. Yes, the place was almost like Thassos to a tee, and it was just as spooky when the sun goes down too.

A huge window overlooking one of the many courtyards with a great guava tree sparks into her minds eye. Everything a seven-year-old girl could want is inside her bedroom but the commotion outside her large window fixated her attention more than any doll or teddy bear. The man whom she called grandfather was holding a dinner party. It's so pretty. Women in ball gowns and men in suits or in their navy uniforms. It was like in the stories the elderly fellow had personally told to her. Everyone below her seemed to having so much fun, wile she was sent strait to bed. Children shouldn't be up during the wee hours of the night.

Being stranded in her perch doesn't tickle her fancy. She's so far up, she can barley see anything or hear their grown up conversations. Why should big people have all the fun? As quickly as the thought blossomed in her childish brain she found herself, as if by some miracle, on one of the branches of the fruit-baring tree. Now she was in the midst of the partygoers like an on looking fairy hidden away from the totally unaware adults.

A fringed rowdy wind sways the branches making her hideaway too hazerdly for comfort. She let out a girlish shriek that soon brought her hand quickly over her tiny little mouth. All good things must come to an end. The entire dinner party, plus her grandfather, not only can everyone see her but also see her in her frilly pink nightgown.

The Old Star emerged from and gives at tap with his cane on the coble stone flooring. "Is that a fairy I see up there in that tree?"

She shuddered and tries to conceal herself further, then softly responded. "No…I assure you, I am no fairy or pixie."

"If you're not a fairy maybe you're some other tree spirit or forest trickster that spy mortals and bring men to their folly."

"No, I am none of those either…"

"Ah, perhaps you are a disobedient little girl who stays up past her bedtime, or perhaps a naught one who climbs down trees to take a peep at grown up affairs, maybe a child that needs to be escorted back to her room."

"I won't need to be escorted upstairs to my bed…" Without a second word she scurried back up the limbs of the tree. She could have reached the safety of her bedroom but as fate would have it; for punishment for staying past bedtime and sneaking out a branch snapped. Her tiny body tumbling like a rag doll, hitting most of the branches, hits the hard coble flooring.

She was put under bed-arrest with a broken arm, bruised ribs and a bump on the head. Her nanny says she was a miracle; her grandfather said she was lucky. The house doctor said that it would be a month before she would be up and about again. That's an eternity in child years. She was sulky for nine days strait.

The old gentleman creeks open the door just a tad and peeps in. "My dear, why so glum? That dreary look doesn't suit your doll like face."

"Its nothing."

"Nothing…?" The he slowly makes his way to his discomforted grandchild's side. "Well, it looks a terrible a lot of nothing. Since it is nothing I guess it was a waste."

"What is a waste?"

"Nothing…" The white haired fellow plops himself on the bed.

She sits herself up as best as she could. "Of course it's not nothing! Now you're hiding something! What is it? What is it!"

A golden box donned in front of her nose. It's so pretty. No, beautiful; better yet, amazing! Then the kind-hearted old man lifted the lid and swept her away. She was no longer inside the confides of her bedroom but in a mystical ballroom twirling around with the most handsome man on earth. All of this inside a tiny little music box. A single tear streams down her cheek. It's almost like seeing a porcelain doll cry. Then she spoke the word for the very first time.

"Thank you…Grandfather."

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There is always a light at the end of each tunnel…

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Her entire body seemed to be floating in whiteness. Her eyes flutter a bit; everything is so bright and blurry. She can see a plank board-ceiling overhead. Birds, the sound of birds can be heard out side. Where is she?

"Sleeping beauty finally decided to awake from her heavenly slumber."

She sits herself up with such force that she hits her head on headboard then is sent flying, returning her to her point of origin flat on her back. She turns her head to the sound only to find that wretched brunette haired woman smirking.

"Did it hurt?"

The aristocrat sits herself once again but more carefully this time.

"It's you…you…I don't want to speak to you!"

"I was trying to be nice."

"Shut your mouth, how dare you try to win my graces when you've done such a terrible thing. You're horrible!"

"You best hold your tongue little girl, before lose it." The older one of the two women takes out blade, to prove that this wasn't some hollow threat.

"I'd like to see you try! You're horrible, terrible, ugly, and your hair still looks like a seagull made a really frumpy nest in it! Witch!"

One swift slap sends the high classed young adult down on the bedding one more time.

"Spoiled brat! You should learn to respect your elders!" Leaving her victim as is, the vile woman storms towards the door, slamming it; knocking a few things off their shelves of the tiny cabin.

Why has fate did her this wrong? What has she done to deserve this? Now her box is on the ocean floor somewhere, never to be seen by human eyes again. Why her? Why her? She pulled the covers over her head. Maybe this is all some strange dream that she still hasn't awaken from. The next time she opens her eyes she'll be in her bed and Alexandria would be complaining that she sleeps in too much. Just a bad dream, just a bad dream!

"I didn't think you would be defeated so easily la sara..."

"What!" She tosses the covers from her face. "Why are you here!"

"This is my cabin."

"Pervert!"

"You mocoso podrido! Is that any way to speak to the man who just saved your life?"

"You…saved me…" Her cheeks begin to grow warm.

"Are you blushing?"

"No! It's just warm."

"Poor thing, you are fragile aren't you?"

"Shut up! Your beginning to sound like that brown haired girl."

She diverts her eyes from his. Something in the far off distance catches her eye. Over in the corner is her sword. She looked at him them back at the sword then back at the sword. If only she could just get her sword. It's now or never. Like a mad woman she attempts to make a dash to her weapon only to be foiled by a couple of bed sheets. Her lips are now kissing the floor. What a klutz.

The black haired young pirate kneels over to the girl on the floor and smiled sarcastically. "If you don't like being here so much la sara we'll be arriving to the next island with in two days. So be a good little chica and just sit tight and enjoy the ride."