CHAPTER 1

Dragon POV

Eight years, it's been eight years since I last have seen my father. The last time I left I made a promise to myself not to approach him for our safety and should we meet again it will be a war between the Revolutionary Army and Navy. Yet here we are, back to Foosha village, back to my old house, standing in front of my father's work desk like I was 10 again, too anxious to meet my father's eye.

I never guessed it'll end up like this. Looking down at two sleeping bundles each in my arms I could only feel guilt, certainly, I was the last person fit to be called a father but nevertheless, I love them both and I would always regret making the choice for letting go of them both, for not giving them a better future, for not being there watching and helping them grow into adulthood.

"What's their name?" Garp ask.

Tearing my views from the twins, I look at the tired-looking hero, my father was not the man I saw eight years ago, he was older, white hair cover his mustache and hair, his eyes were tired and there's wrinkle all over it, gone his trademark smirk, he was frowning with sad smile on his face, it was surprising...

"Monkey D. Luffy and Loki" I answered. "Tan one is the eldest Luffy, dark skin is the youngest Loki"

"Durarara, Twins, huh? For once, you beat me in something" Garp laughs, peering at the bundles with his wide grin. Although I didn't share my father's humor, I'm glad he could still laugh at this situation, my father clearly trying to lift the moods and I appreciated that.

Luffy and Loki were unexpected, dare I said a mistake... it wasn't plan, their birth would not only cause concern in my plans but also an interference as well, having children is like leaving a trail for the government, a weakness to use against me.

"Fool" Garp lightly flick my forehead. "Don't think too much" I frown, as usual, my father could see right through me.

"You supposed to be happy having a family of your own, don't act like the twin is a mistake. Besides, the Government will find you eventually anyway, never underestimated them" again, my father was right, I had gone 'a too' confident thinking I could have smooth sailing, winning against the world.

Annoyed at my own arrogance, I gritted my teeth and place my youngest into my father's surprise arms. "Hold him" was all I said. "You a worse parent than I am" I could hear my father muttered.

"I know" I agreed with a sad smile. "I might think of them as a mistake, now and then, and I can't raise or look after them, they won't even recognize me as their father but..." I pause "believe me, they are my most cherish treasure dad, please take care of them" I bow my head.

Garp laugh then, bringing Loki close to his face and rub their nose together "They also my Grandsons, idiot son of mine" Looking at my father and Loki together I can't help but feel jealous, my sons will grow up to love their grandfather and there was no place for me in their life.

Shaking my head as if to drive away from the thought, I remind myself once again of my goals. Luffy and Loki will be fine in my father care, despite what everyone said I know better than anyone that my father is a loving and caring man.

Feeling the bundle in my arms move, Look down and saw Luffy yawn cutely "Ohh Luffy woke up?" Garp asks, moving closer to take a peak, no sooner than he does Loki let out a crying sob. "It's their feeding time" I let on.

Rearranging my hold on Luffy, I disappear toward the kitchen and come back with a baby bag. "Their bottle and milk is here" I notify, placing the basket on my father desk. "my men are probably looking for me now, my whereabout is not supposed to be unknown to them, " I said coolly, gently I move Luffy to my father arms, silently saying my goodbyes to the twins.

Taking one last look at my sons and my troubled father, I smile sadly. 'They in good hands' I thought. Turning my back at my family and left the house quietly without looking back.

"What an awkward brat" Garp mutter quietly, rocking two crying babes in his arms.

Garp POV

After Dragon left, I expertly feed the twins and put them to sleep, taking them both to my bedroom. For now, my bed will be sufficient, tomorrow I will have to ask Woop Slap help to renovate Dragon's old room into a nursery.

Today had been a long one but there's still work to be done, new plans, new goals, new arrangement. Making my way back to the study, I open the drawer on the desk and pull out a customized den den mushi and make a call.

"Garp?" Come Sengoku's surprised voice.

"Sen, it's me" I answer with a wide grin.

"Where the hell are you?!" He yells. "You just disappear and left all your paperwork to me, do you know how busy I am? Now I have to deal with your share of work too!" Sengoku complain I could imagine him massaging his forehead in an attempt to cool down his temper. "Yeah, it's originally your paperwork anyway" I answer lazily. "You're my vice-admiral'" Sengoku cut in. "Meh, you should know that I'm more of a field agent" I chuckle.

"Never mind" Sengoku sigh in defeat. "For you, to suddenly call me when you on the run, are you in trouble?" He asked worry. "Yeah, I'm in real trouble sen" I reply, voice full of distress.

"What?" Sengoku sound panic. "What happens? Where are you?"

Ignoring Sengoku, I continue. "My idiot son just comes back home and out of nowhere he drops his newborn twins on my arms and left," I said. "Not even hi or goodbye, he was so awkward"

"W-what? Son?" Sengoku stutter. "Y-YOU MARRIED?!"

I hum in confirmation, it was due time for this secret to be revealed anyway. "You married, and you didn't tell me? Did everyone know? Am I the only one who doesn't know?" He rants. " How did it escape the marine annual report?!" He finished.

"Anyway," I began.

"Oi Garp" Sengoku cut in, voiced annoyed.

"Since I have to take care of my grandsons now, I'm taking two years off, wait, make it five" I explain.

"Fine" Sengoku sigh. "Since you obviously hiding the fact that you have a family, I assume it involves the world government, I will pretend I never heard of you having a family" he promised, voice layer in concern. "As for your 'vacation' that can be arranged, consider this is the very first time you take one and your achievement, I could give you a paid leave for a year"

"Eehhh, a year? How could you do this sen? I can believe you telling me to abandon my grandsons for work" I said in disbelieve, emphasizing the word 'abandon' dramatically. "Shut up" come to Sengoku irritate reply. "A maternal leave doesn't even last a year" he explains.

"Then I'm retired" I deadpan.

"Ugh.. just listen to the end" Sengoku protest. "After a year break, I will station you and your fleet to east blue, your hometown. You won't be given a mission but patrolling east blue sea for four years, I expect you to write a report every month, consider this a punishment for leaving your work!"

I grin. "You the best sen!" I said. "I'll write a full report to you and sent it to you in 2 days, I sent you my favorite snacks too"

"No need to bribe me, just take care of yourself Garp" Sengoku smile, hanging up the call.

Ending the call, I put back den den mushi back to the drawer and smile sadly, I knew that Sengoku has a soft spot for me, and I'm taking advantage of it. I felt bad making use of our friendship, and I thankful for a dear friend like him.

Shaking my head, I left the study and went back to check the sleeping twins, it's been a long night and I hope it could end peacefully.

Loki POV

I don't know how many days it's been, but after I fully awoke from what seems to be a long slumber, my brain starts working properly again, and the situation I'm in is bizarre. A baby was sleeping right in front of me and when I try to look around, I seem to be in a large crib.

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"What?" I was surprised at my own voice, it sounds like I squeaked instead of what I intend to say. Cold sweat started covering me, I really don't want to think what I'm thinking right now, but once I panic, flood of memories hit me all at once.

I remember being in a car accident, my older brother and I were just leaving from a party, we were both drunk. The memory of a trunk light flashing and sound of brakes before our car flips over, I was dying.

I remember hearing my brother calling my name repeatedly.

I remember seeing him covered in blood and tears as he tries to pull us both out of the burning car.

He was begging me not to die, hoarsely call for help.

It was surreal... even with the memory of my death I would not jump on the conclusion yet, I mean, I'm still alive, maybe my mind play trick on me after losing so much blood, but the fact that a giant baby about my size sleeping next to me is very hard to ignore.

Observing my surroundings I realized that I'm laying down inside a crib with a sleeping baby, the ceiling is way too high, not just the ceiling but the whole room is gigantic, it's unnatural, I could only admit the worst.

Desperately, I try to roll my body, flapping my arms I finally succeed and there was no room left for me to deny the facts, I'm a baby in a humongous nursery. If I were, to be honest to myself, I really don't know what to do or act in this situation.

I feel like I should cry, angry, or maybe feel afraid. It was so frustrating I end up lay there on my stomach in a daze with a baby latching to my side. It feels like hours for me to finally get a grip and as frustrating as it is I can only come up with more questions.

How is it possible?

Why did this happen?

Is my brother okay?

Dad? Mom?

Is God playing with me? Instead of saving me from internal bleeding and blood loss, who decides to reincarnate me? I had a happy life.

Has the world finally gone crazy?

Anger soon fill me, I need to scream, to destroy something, anything!

But no matter how much I want to rage, my limbs were too heavy for me to move, my tongue is not developed enough to utter curses. I was a trap in my own body, my own helplessness.

My right to protest was taken away from me, it frustrated me. And, so I let out my shrill of rage, I scream and cry out all my fury, I could faintly sense the baby next to me flinch at the cry and soon join me, any other day I would be ashamed and guilty prioritizing my own need instead of a baby but I couldn't care less about the baby or anything for that matter right now.

I keep screaming and crying until I heard footsteps closing in, I felt my body being carried and shook in a comforting manner. Clearly, whoever this person is, is trying to comfort me, of course, I did not stop my cries, I refuse to feed, I refuse to hold, I refuse to be trapped in the crib. I was not making it easy for my caretaker, I kept him awake all night.

It was only after he took me outside for a walk that my cries went into sobs, I was taken by the starry sky, the faint sounds of crickets, the cold night wind. It was a simple, yet somehow nostalgic.

It was real, it's really happening, I lost everything, and the world is crazy.

I couldn't help but laugh at the last part, I was making squeal noises and half afraid I might have gone crazy.

I could feel my caretaker vibrate in laughter and somehow it calms me down, tiredness came over me, my eyelid was heavy, I know there's no refusing sleep.

After what feels like days? Weeks? Months? It's hard to tell since I had no real garbs of time. There was no room for me to mop around mourning my fate or regretting never told my family how much I love them, I was sad and depressed. Every day, I cry my lung out and tired myself to sleep. I was tired of being depressed but I just can't forget, so now there's only anger in me.

It only gets worse as I'm trapped in my newborn body, it never occurs to me that losing my ability to simply move my body is such agony. It doesn't help when my caretaker helping me in every single thing of my needs. I didn't stop him from changing and feeding me but I still make sure he knows it did not please me, I scream.

It was impossible to stop my anger and frustration, but my caretaker seems to adapt well. I was often taken outside, garden, market, the beach, even the crib was placed next to an open window now.

Every time I look outside, it reminded me that the world is mess up, that somehow made me feel better in a weird way

At times like this that I start to pay attention to my surroundings, the baby that I first meet has always been next to me, I could only come with one conclusion, I have a twin. Although I can't tell if it's a boy or girl yet, all baby look the same to me... wait? What about me? This thought of gender guessing scares the shit out of me.

I really hope I'm a boy, if by some weird chance I end up a girl, I would literally kill myself. I had no issues with girls, but the world mess up as it is, I can't stomach another bullshit it throws at me.

It took me a good cry and one-half minute later after I pissed myself and have my caretaker change my diaper to confirm my manhood still there.

After my caretaker left, I'm back to my own musing. The baby, my twin was sobbing quietly, apparently, my cried woke him up. I felt bad, up till now I was too busy dealing with my own problem I forgot about the baby and my caretaker.

It must have been tough for them to keep up with my tantrum, I promised myself to tone down the cry... just a little, there's no other way but cry to deal with my resentment so don't blame me, baby, maybe when I could crawl, or able to grab and throw stuff, more options to throw my frustration at the better.

I keep staring at my sobbing twin, he has some resemblance to our caretaker, it was surprising that the similarity was showing since judging from my own body capacity I'm guessing we about three months old, I wonder if we're identical or fraternal twin if I too share some family resemblance.

Without meaning to, I sob, I miss my brother, my mom, and my dad. As I keep sobbing, I notice the baby was quiet and now staring at me with his doe eyes, then quickly letting out shrill of baby laughter. This baby is laughing at me.

Sucking my tear dry, I wiggle my hand as hard as I could and aim it to my twin head. For a moment my twin went silent after I hit him, I wait for the cry, instead, the baby laughs even harder. Frustrate at my fail attempt, I scream and continue my attack.

A couple of minutes later my caretaker join the baby laughter and separate us, my sadness was forgotten, I won't forget my family and it will sometimes hurt but I think I'll be fine if my new family will keep me distracted, there was really nothing else but move on for me. So for now, I will give this new life a chance.