A/N: I'm back with Chapter 2! I hope you guys likey! … And I don't know what else to say, so on with the story! :)
Disclaimer: Oda owns all. Including 90% of my life.
Holly Moreau was completely, and utterly bored out of her mind. Her prison cell- oops, room- literally had nothing to do and was perhaps the most boring place Holly had ever been in, even more boring than juvie. At least those had sobbing teenage "gangsters" to laugh at silently. She often found herself wondering if making fun of old "important" geezers was worth staying in this uninteresting room with a white bed, a plain white toilet, and an equally as plain white sink. Red lights on the 3 CCTVs in the room flickered once in a while. Looks like the CCTVs work again.
"Hey! I wanna computer! Preferably the most expensive one you can find! And a smart phone! And maybe a flat screen TV!" she called up to the closest CCTV, and waited for a few seconds, with no response whatsoever, "Of course those bastards ignore me again," she grumbled.
Sighing very loudly, she walked up to the door, and promptly ripped off the doorknob.
"And they call this a 'high security' facility," she snickered, and threw the doorknob on the ground, "Don't worry, you bastards," she waved to a CCTV, "I'm not going anywhere. At least, not yet," she sneered, and jumped on her bed.
She flipped over onto her back, as her thoughts began to wander back toward the conversation the day before.
"Here's my proposition. I do what you want me to with this file, and make your life much more interesting. In return, you just have to stop Law."
Holly didn't quite know what this "Law" was, but she guessed that it was some sort of person or organization. A grin spread across her face. Piece of cake. Anybody could see that it was a good deal. Adieu, boring room. And ugly clothes. She looked down at her ugly white gown, and frowned. Clothes would definitely be the first thing she would get when she got out.
"You better come soon, old fucker!" she sighed, and closed her eyes to take a nap.
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"Miho! Miho!" the young girl immediately opened her eyes at the sound of her name.
"Mom?" she jumped out of her bed and ran down the stairs, "Mom? Where are you? Mom!" her voice quickly rose to a panicked wail, "MOM!"
"MIho! Don't come here! Stay upstairs-" there was a loud crash.
"Mom! Mom!" the girl wailed, racing toward the front door, to see her mother getting dragged outside by two men, "Stop! Please don't take my mom away! Please… Please… Mom!"
She raced out the door, and ran toward her mom, about to kick the man on the right, when both of her arms were grabbed by large hands, and pulled back, away from her mother…
"Let me go! I have to get to Mom!" she screamed, trying to fight against the large hands.
"It's alright. I'm your father, and you'll be living with me from today," a low voice reassured her, "Don't worry about your mother; she'll be perfectly safe."
"Liar! My dad's dead!" she sobbed, "MOM! You're strong right? Fight against them! Those guys are nothing against you!"
"Miho… MIHO!" her mother managed to stop for a moment, "You have to live! You can't die, even if you want to, okay?" that was all she could say before one of the men hit her on the head with an unidentifiable object, and was knocked out.
"Mom! MOM!" the girl cried, as the large man carried her into a car, "MOM!"
"Everything's going to be fine… daughter," she was thrown into the car, and before she could react, it was immediately locked.
"Mom…" tears streamed down her face, "Mom…"
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"Holly! Holly Moreau!" something shook her arm.
"Don't call me that!" Holly screamed, flailing her arms, "That's not my name!"
Rayleigh stepped back away from the bed, as Holly finally woke up.
"Oh. It's you," she muttered, embarrassed, and crossed her arms, "It took you a while."
"We don't have much time," he urged, ignoring her as usual, and tossed her a newspaper, which she grabbed and started reading eagerly, "We won't really be in danger if the CCTVs come back on, but things could get a bit annoying."
"Huh. You did pretty well, old fucker," Holly grinned, and tossed the newspaper on the ground, "Let's go then. I was getting bored."
"You were taking a nice nap," Rayleigh pointed out drily.
"Shut the fuck up. Don't piss me off, old fucker," Holly's eyes narrowed.
Rayleigh didn't respond and pulled out a small gem. He pressed the top of it, and the space around them became distorted.
"The f-" Holly didn't get a chance to finish her curse before the two of them were sucked away from the room.
Holly's eyes involuntarily closed as a somehow both hot and cold wind blew around her. The new sensations of the situation were uncomfortable enough to be almost painful, and she was quite glad when it was over, and landed on a wooden floor, coughing.
"What-" she coughed," the… fuck… old… fucker…" Holly somehow managed to get onto her knees, then stood up, still coughing.
"First time is always like that… is it Moreau-chan?" a woman's voice called sympathetically.
After her coughing bout ended, Holly managed to stand straighter, and looked around at her surroundings. She was in an almost completely wooden room, with a couch on one side, which Rayleigh was sitting in, and a fairly small bar, which was empty except for a woman with short black hair smoking a cigarette.
"That's what everyone calls me, though I do dislike it. Who the fuck are you anyway?"
"You may call me Shakky," she woman replied, taking a whiff out of her cigarette, "Want anything to drink?"
"Just water. I don't think I can keep down anything else," she replied, too exhausted to say anything rude.
"We have a lot to do, so you shouldn't be exhausted from a short ride like that."Rayleigh smiled from his seat on the couch.
"Shut up," Holly muttered, and sat down on a stool in front of the bar.
"I've been wondering since earlier," he continued, "Why did you say that Holly was your name?"
"It is my name," she took a long drink from the cup of water Shakky brought her, "I just don't like it. I don't give a fuck about what you call me though."
"Why don't you like it?" Shakky asked.
"It's the name he gave me. Anyway," she quickly changed the subject, "I need clothes. Now. I can't live for one more second with these on. There is some sort of clothing store around here, right?"
Shakky laughed, "There is a mall here, but we'll have to walk a bit. I'll go with you, since you'll need some money. You can stay here, Rayleigh."
"Was it Miho?"
Holly froze. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out.
"So it was the name your mother gave you," Rayleigh confirmed, "Would you rather us call you that then?"
Images flashed through Holly's head; her cooking breakfast, her teaching her to fight in the backyard, her easily defeating the numerous agents that came to their home, and most of all, her mother's smile. The happy images quickly shattered, and distorted into the last night she had spent at their house, and the last moment she saw her mother. Holly could still hear the last words she had ever heard from her mother, the last words she had uttered to her while she was getting beaten by the agents...
"From now on, your name will be Holly. Holly Moreau."
"Miho... Miho! You have to live! You can't die, even if you don't want to!"
Her head began to reel, her vision blurred, and she wanted to throw up, as if she was back in the portal.
Holly... Miho... Holly... Miho... Miho...
"Miho, someday we'll be able to leave this house," her mother smiled, "and when we do, nobody will be able to stop us."
"Yeah!" Miho grinned back, "We're gonna see the whole world and have lots of fun! Right Mom?"
Her vision slowly began to clear. Holly took a deep breath, and looked straight at Rayleigh.
"I don't know where the fuck you brought me, or what the fuck you want me to do," she began, "but you can call me Miho."
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"This is really bad, Penguin! Really really bad!"
"Wait let me see! … We can't go to Sabaody when it's like this!"
"Wha… wha?" Bepo slowly blinked his eyes open, "What's bad?"
"Bepo! Come over here!"
The polar bear blinked one more time, and saw Shachi beckoning him urgently to come toward them. Confused, but curious, Bepo staggered over to them, still half asleep.
"Read this!" Penguin shoved a newspaper at him, "This first article!"
"8 of the Eleven Supernovas have Gathered at Sabaody…" it took him a few seconds to figure it out, "Wait, the Supernovas? At Sabaody? This is bad!"
"What's bad?" at that moment, their captain promptly walked out onto the deck.
"No… nothing…" the three of them mumbled in unison.
"Room. Shambles.
"Nooooooo" Bepo wailed, as the newspaper disappeared from his hand and was replaced with the captain's coffee.
A smirk appeared on Law's face, "I see… This is going to be interesting."
Penguin and Shachi hugged each other, "There's no going back now," Shachi sighed miserably.
"That's right," Law promptly switched the coffee and newspaper again, "No change in course. We're still going to Sabaody, with as little delay as possible. We have to get our ship coated," with that, he promptly walked back into the submarine.
"I'm sorry…" Bepo mumbled.
Penguin and Shachi were too busy crying to bother to criticize him for apologizing.
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Holly- or Miho, as it was now, smiled contentedly, holding two massive shopping bags in her hands.
"I haven't worn anything decent for years," she sighed, "I'll pay you back whenever I can, Shakky."
"It's fine," the older woman replied, "I don't charge Rayleigh's friends."
"I'm not the old fu- I mean Rayleigh's friend," Miho decided she liked Shakky, and tried to not make her angry.
Shakky shrugged, "If you want to pay me back that badly, you can do so later. Anyway, we're here. I think you're starting your training today."
MIho's mouth dropped open, "Already? But I just got here!"
"That's true," Shakky conceded, "Anyway, you don't seem very shocked to be here. You only stared at Sabaody for a few seconds, then seemed perfectly fine."
"When you've been staring at white walls for 5 years, you don't complain about things like that. Besides, it's more cool than freaky," Miho stared at the bubble floating to the top of the tree.
"You really like the bubbles, don't you? You've been looking at them the whole time," Shakky laughed, "Let's go."
"Mm," she responded, and followed Shakky into the bar.
Inside, Rayleigh was leaning against the counter drinking something that MIho didn't know.
"Oh, you're here. We're going to start your training today."
"Shakky told me," Miho sighed, and threw herself onto the couch, "Are we going now? It's almost night you know."
"Doesn't matter. But first, here," he handed her a light blue fruit with swirls on it, that looked vaguely like an apple, "Eat this."
"Rayleigh, are you sure?" Shakky asked.
"She needs to get stronger in a week, and this is the easiest way."
"But this is the legendary Zoan, one you've kept for years!"
Miho had no clue what a Zoan was, but didn't like the sound of the second part, "Years? You want me to get stronger by vomiting my guts out?"
"Just eat it," Rayleigh repeated firmly, and something in his voice made Holly not want to argue.
"If I die, return my clothes," Holly muttered, and took a bite out of the fruit.
A/N: I know this wasn't the most interesting of chapters, maybe it was even boring. I just wanted to clear up more of the OC's history and past. Also, I apologize if the weird Asian name change annoyed you. Welp, see you next chapter! :))