AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you for reading my story. One of my readers said that they are curious about the character's name, so… if you have any good ideas for her name – let me know! :) Review! Enjoy.

Her eyes snapped open. "It's today, it's today." She chirped like a happy little bird, rolling around in her bed. The room was still pitch black; she couldn't see the tip of her nose properly. She crawled out of the bed and walked towards the window, the sky was still dark and the starts shone brightly. She leaned her weight against the window frame as she dreamily looked at the sky, imagining her fathers reaction, if he will be happy to see her after so many years. She couldn't remember how his voice sounded anymore, was it husky? Or like uncle Buggy's? The last time she heard his voice was when she was only six years old. She hasn't seen him ever since, her mother received few letters, but that was it.

At that thought she giggled to herself and closed her eyes, picturing her father's face.

His crimson red hair, which she no longer had in common with him, her heart clenched at the memory. His eyes silver like two moons shinning every time he looked down at her, his lips that were curved in a smile and his typical beard around his mouth she always teased he had leftovers in it. Three vertical lines he had across his left eyes, she only asked him once what happened to him, the answer she got never pleased her but he decided not to ask him again. She thought that it was something too personal and it wasn't the right time for her to know the story behind it. While having a lunch, or dinner, she always used to sit on his lap while she was feeding herself and her father. Her mother was sitting next to them as she was watching her daughter and her man with a bright smile on her face.

The red haired man was telling her various stories about his daily life - leaving out the dirty part. When it was time for her to go to bed, he would be the one tucking her in while sitting down next to her as he told her stories and some gossips about his crew members, describing her the feeling on the sea, slowly she would slumber off during his storytelling. The red haired pirate would always leave a kiss on her nape and leave her room.

Once, he mentioned a small cheerful boy he had the chance to meet at Foosha Village. Shanks told her what a great and interesting fellow he was, and what kind of dream he had. He also told her about him becoming a pirate one day, at that she giggled and wondered if the child lied or not. Shanks was never really the best at describing a person, so her imagine about the little boy was imperfect. She couldn't recall his name, though.

"What was his name again?" She hummed.

A deep sigh left her lips as she collected herself and walked away from the window, sitting down on the bed where she started to change her clothes. She lid four candles and walked in the bathroom, cleaned her face and checked her throat in the mirror. Her throat was slightly painted with purple and green.

"Great, just great. Now they will think I was abused or something." The girl groaned frustrated as she smacked the door behind her. She took off her clothes and got into the shower.

As she walked back out of the bathroom, the golden glow of the sun filled the room. She opened the curtains. The sun filled the room with a warm bright light. A smile appeared on her face, she slowly dressed herself, hearing the noises outside of her cabinet she knew the crew was already up. She imagine how Buggy was still in his room, brushing his blue hair, Mohji and Richie brushing each other while Cabaji was occupied bullying them. The Funan trio sitting in the kitchen, mocking the chef to make it faster because their stomach were making weird noises, the acrobatic Fuwas were locked in their room, probably exercising.

She always wondered what on earth they were always doing, she never really had the chance to approach them or their room, and it was a well-kept secret from her. She blew out the candles as she shrugged and walked out of her room.

As she swung open the door, she noticed that there was no one in the room; she wondered where her Uncle was. The room was freezing cold and the only light in the room was coming from the desk lamp that barely worked.

"Has anyone ever been in his room and cleaned it?" She mumbled under her nose. His room looked dusty and unexpectedly vacant; she expected she would find his own portraits on the wall and loads of sacks with gold. Seeing his bathroom door, she approached it cautiously; the female cracked it open and heard the shower. She could hear him sing, though very hushed, some pirate song it was she thought.

She put her hands to her mouth to suppress a laugh.

Then it hit her: he was naked. He was naked, right there, right now. Panic ran through her body as she swallowed hard and tried to shake the image of him standing in the shower from her mind. When she heard the running water stop, without making any noise she quickly made her way towards the chair and sat down. The young woman was sitting silently, and her cheeks were slightly pink.

Suddenly, the door swung open. Buggy was standing in front of her dripping wet from the shower and wearing only a towel wrapped around his hips. His long wet hair was dripping onto his bare shoulders and chest; he gripped the towel with one hand and the other rested on the doorjamb. His face was no longer painted and his red nose was missing. "What the heck are you doing here?!" He yelled at her, she gasped and placed her hands on her eyes. The innocent child she was.

"I-I came to check if we will r-really to go to see dad." She stuttered, and she could feel her cheeks redden. She had to admit that his chest was well built. She wondered if he ever had a woman in his room, or his ship, beside her.

"That's why you rammed in—" seeing her flustered face a sly grin appeared on his face. "gyahahaha~ is this, perhaps, your first time seeing a shirtless man?" He was well aware of the consequences, if Shanks would hear about this he would chop him to pieces and lock each part of him somewhere far away, however he couldn't resist. Seeing her face was far more amusing.

"I have seen better." She have. That was true. As she crossed her arms, she glared at him, raising a single brow. Buggy cocked an eyebrow at her, wondering if she was bluffing or not. Realising what she said she quickly added. "You kno—"

"No longer innocent, I see." Her face heated up even more but she didn't respond. The young woman mumbled a curse under her breath. He didn't seem to expect a response though.

He spotted something on her neck, he looked a bit closer. "What's that on your neck?"

She looked at him and sighed. "It's from Cabaji." A that his eyes twitched, seeing his reaction she quickly added. "He was teaching me how to fight, and he showed me how to protect myself if I would lose a sword and someone would attack me, you know… In a hand-to-hand battle, so he grabbed my neck and... yeah." She shrugged as she was checking his face for any sign of anger. When she spotted none, a sigh of relief escaped her lips.

"I see."

Buggy took his clothes and walked back into the bathroom where he dried himself up and put the clothes on. He took the paints out of the drawer, taking the white one he drew two crossed bones on his forehead, both of the tips of the bones were drawn under his eyes. Then he took the black one and highlighted it, making it look like a read tattoo. Taking the red paint he drew a wide smile over his lips, and then he started painting his nose as well. After he was finished, he took the towel and dried his hair quickly; taking a hair–tie from the sink he tied it up and walked out of the bathroom.

Her eyes were scanning the room as she sipped her drink. Buggy sighed and walked towards his desk, sitting down; he leaned against the chair and crossed his arms on his chest as usual.

"So?"

"Oh?" It was only when she heard the words that she realised she was no longer alone.

"Stupid child." He shook his head. At that her lip twitched, being called a child did not sould appealing to her ears. "You came here for a reason, what was it? I no longer remember your words."

"Of course you don't, old man." She mumbled, just barely loud enough for him to hear her, sparking his anger.

"What did y—"

"I was wondering when will we reach the island."

"Around noon."

She released an impatient sigh and nodded. "Okay. Good. Thank you."

He nodded, expecting no further conversation he leaned to the drawer and started digging. Searching for a certain note he had hid a long time ago. Feeling like the third wheel, she stood up and was about to walk out of the room when she squeezed the doorknob in her hand.

"Uncle Buggy?" She said, in a low voice, and turning her head back to him.

"Hm?" He, however, did not show his head and kept digging.

"I really appreciate everything you did." She smiled and blinked few times. "I hope I will meet you again one day. I really like you, you know."

At that confession he jerked his head up with such force, that he accidentally hit his head on the table. She giggled at his reaction.

"W-What was that?"

Seeing his confusion mixed with surprise, she laughed. His reactions never disappointing her. "I said I love you Uncle." She giggled and left the room.

His cheeks matched the colour of his nose. He suddenly felt the need to protect her, shield her from what the world really looked like - cruel, unfair. In his eyes, she was still that little child he would pester around or play with, letting her braid his hair and paint his face. At that memory a smile appeared on his face. Buggy never had a child on his own, at times like these he considered her as his own daughter. He was never good with showing his feelings, even if he was yelling or cursing, he meant nothing bad with it. Seeing her all grown up, he knew she will find a man and he would have to let her go, they will still be a family after all.

"And you are not even my child, stupid." He never thought he had this father-side in him. He had to admit that this new found feeling wasn't as bad as he thought it would be, however he wasn't really fond of it. In the end, he was well aware he might get hurt.

After a while he managed to find the piece of paper he was looking for. He took it out and looked at it for a moment. It was a picture of him and the little girl wrapped in his arms, one of her hands squeezing his nose and with her another one showing a peace sign, both of them smiling widely.

He leaned back against his chair with a sigh.