There is so much that I had planned for this story that I finally figure out what direction I want to take it. Put on your seat belts kids! Leia's adventure is about to get crazier from now on. I do not own One Piece plot and characters. But I do own my OCs as well as plot twist. Directed by me and written by the amazing Aiikawarazu! Please read and leave a review!


It was early morning in Funwari Island, and Leia's room was gently illuminated by the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the space. It was a morning like any other usual morning, and Leia was crossing her room in strides, freshly bathed, getting ready to leave for work. She usually started her morning with the same routine, from choosing her clothes for the day to grabbing a quick breakfast.

Standing before her closet, Leia carefully contemplated her choice of attire for the day. She always believed that a good choice of attire will make a good day, and that's why she always invested enough time to think carefully about what she should wear. Looking at the neatly organized sanctuary of her attire, Leia's fingers lightly grazed the fabrics of various outfits as she considered her options. Rows of colorful outfits, dresses, blouses, and skirts awaited her selection. Each piece told a different story, a memory of her time on Funwari Island. It was almost funny when she thought about it. When she just came to Tottoland, the only clothes she had were the ones on her body. But now, she had a closet full of colorful attires. Life did have a funny way of turning around.

Which… reminded her of one thing.

Leia's fingers suddenly stopped skimming across the array of colorful outfits. Then, her gaze drifted towards the dark corner of her closet. There, tucked away from sight, lay a familiar and somewhat worn backpack. It was unremarkable in appearance, its fabric showing signs of use and its zippers telling tales of journeys long past. It was the only thing she had with her, other than her clothes, when she washed up on shore on that fateful day several months ago.

Leia's heart painfully skipped a beat as her thoughts involuntarily turned to the backpack. She had avoided it for months, deliberately keeping it hidden in the depths of her closet – although she didn't know precisely why. Perhaps it was because looking at the backpack would bring up much too painful memories. After all, it was a relic from a world she had left behind, a world – and a family – that still held a special place in her heart. It was a reminder of her life and her home before Tottoland – a world that she could no longer return to… at least not in the foreseeable future.

Hesitating, Leia reached for the backpack, flashes of nostalgia growing stronger as her hand hovered over the backpack – contemplating whether to delve into the memories it contained. Perhaps hiding the backpack away from sight was her way of protecting herself. She had never touched it, never opened it, never even as much as look at it or think about it. She was afraid that seeing it would only make her longing to go home grow even stronger, and… what good would it be if she couldn't even figure out how to go home?

She would usually shut the closet doors before she even had as much as a sliver of time to start thinking of home – but today was different. There was another drive inside her. She was still afraid of missing home, yes – but even more than those feelings, she felt an illogical drive to remember her family, her home, and her life before Tottoland.

Of course, she still missed her family and her home dearly, she still missed them so much that it hurt. Only this time, she finally made up her mind, and decided to embrace her pain. She knew that she could no longer ignore it, nor should she continue to do so. The backpack held fragments of her past, tokens of a life that had shaped her into the person she had become. It was her connection to a family that had been with her since she was thirteen, a silent reminder of a world she had known, a world she couldn't return to. And it was better to finally accept this fact and honor the memories that she had of them rather than letting them lock away in a deep, dark corner forever to be forgotten.

With a deep breath, Leia reached into the closet and gently pulled the backpack into the light. It felt heavier in her hands than she remembered. Perhaps it had always been this heavy, or perhaps it was the weight of countless memories and unspoken words. Sitting down on the edge of her bed, Leia felt her heart rushing as she carefully unzipped the bag. Then, she put her hands in and began to pull many items of cherished memories out of her backpack, one by one.

First, she retrieved a small bronze statue of the Golden Gate Bridge with the name engraved at its base. Holding it in her palm, Leia traced the delicate lines of the iconic structure. Honestly, there was nothing special about the item. It was just a simple memento Leia had got from a souvenir shop during one of her visits to the landmark. However, she had decided to put it in her backpack as her way of bringing a piece of home everywhere with her. It was a symbol of the city she had left behind, and it brought a bittersweet smile to her face.

Next came her crochet kit, a hobby she had picked up as sometimes during her life, and continued to enjoy whenever she had spare moments. The soft yarn and polished needles spoke of hours spent creating intricate patterns and beautiful handmade pieces. She made a mental note to resume crocheting sometime later; it had always been a soothing escape from the challenges of life. Putting the crochet kit aside, Leia began ruffling around in her bag again until the tips of her fingers came into contact with a folded paper, which she pulled out and unfolded. Smiling, she stared at the now unfolded and well-worn traveling map of the United States, its edges marked with faded pencil lines and highlighted destinations. It was a map that had guided her on road trips, family vacations, and adventures with friends. Beside it was a map of the world, a testament to her wanderlust and the dreams of exploring far-off places. But before she even had the chance to explore her own world, she was sent off to this faraway land. Leia smirked. Indeed, life always had its way to play such an irony.

Leia put her hand inside again and this time, her fingers brushed against a cold metal object. She immediately knew what it was. Her iPhone 11 Pro Max and wired Apple earpods. It wouldn't function in this world of course, but what she wouldn't give to start scrolling through her phone gallery again to rediscover old photos and videos. She tried to turn it on – only to find that the phone was out of battery. Of course. She sighed. Just as Leia was wondering if she might be able to find some way to charge her phone, she remembered that she had brought her green solar phone charger lantern with her. Ruffling inside her backpack frantically, Leia pulled out the item, and was thrilled to find out that it still worked. Crying a triumphant "Yes!" out loud, Leia decided to use it to charge her phone. The familiar beeping sound as her iPhone was once again brought to life was beyond comforting to her ears. Immediately, she went to her music player and played some of her favorite songs. She hadn't heard them for months. While the music here in this world did have their own appeal, it was still nice to finally hear songs that she could sing along to.

There weren't that many items left in her backpack now. Next, Leia pulled out her favorite book: "Stardust" by Neil Gaiman. Its pages showed marks from multiple readings, and the cover showed signs of love and wear. The story had always resonated with her, and the book itself was a cherished companion on countless journeys. Lastly, Leia pulled out her black leather wallet. It contained $2000 dollars in cash, as well as her identity in her previous world: her California ID and social security card. And then, from one of the compartments, Leia pulled out an old photo of her mother and her, taken at Halloween when she was just one year old. In the photo, her mother was dressed as the Wicked Queen, while Leia was an adorable Snow White, complete with a tiny red apple in her hand. It was a snapshot of a happy Halloween, a time when the world seemed simpler, and her mother's embrace was all she needed to feel safe.

Leia's heart felt heavy as she studied each object, each one a portal to a world she missed deeply. There were the fond memories—the laughter, the warmth of family, and the adventures they had shared. And yet, there were the sad ones too—the goodbyes, the sense of loss, and the realization that she might never return.

Deep down, Leia yearned to return to her old life, to wake up one day and find that her time in Tottoland had been just a dream. She longed to be with her family again, to see her godmother and adoptive mother, Aviva – a culinary wizard whose creations had always delighted the family's hearts and palates, her adoptive father, Frank – who had always prided himself of being the owner of the best bagel shop in town, and her adoptive sister, Quinn – a transgender woman whose incredible journey and strong aspirations as a fashion designer had always been a source of pride and inspiration for Leia.

But as Leia carefully placed each item back into the backpack, she knew that returning to her old world was a dream that might never come true. This was her reality now, and her old life – that life might as well be nothing more than a distant dream. Her heart throbbed with pain at the painful stab of reality, and suddenly, Leia felt the incoming tide of tears that threatened to overflow. Perhaps she could revisit these cherished mementos later tonight, under the cover of darkness, when the solitude of night provided a safe space for reflection and longing.

With a heavy heart, Leia closed the backpack and set it aside. Today was a new day in Tottoland, and she had a job to do. Heading outside, she hopped on her bike and pedaled her way to Mabel's delivery store. The familiar routine of work helped to anchor her in the present, providing a sense of purpose and distraction from the ache of homesickness that never truly left her.

The afternoon sunbathed Chiffon's factory in a warm, golden light, casting long shadows that stretched across the wide courtyard. As Leia pedaled her bike through the factory gates, she couldn't help but notice that the usually bustling place appeared oddly deserted today. The rhythmic hum of machinery and the lively chatter of workers seemed conspicuously absent.

Leia parked her bicycle beside a row of colorful flowerpots, her brows furrowing in mild confusion. She had come straight from finishing her delivery work for Mabel, hoping to say hello to William at Chiffon's factory. However, the eerie stillness that hung in the air was far from what she had expected.

Surveying the premises, Leia's eyes landed on a lone figure. A homie cherry girl, her cherry-red hair and friendly demeanor marking her as one of Tottoland's unique residents, diligently swept the courtyard. Leia's curiosity piqued, and she decided to approach the worker. The girl was completely engrossed in her task, her broom whisking back and forth with rhythmic precision. Leia cleared her throat softly, not wanting to startle the worker, and called out a greeting. "Hello there!"

The cherry girl paused mid-sweep, turning her attention toward Leia with a friendly smile. "Oh, hello! Can I help you with something?"

Leia offered a warm smile in return, relieved to find someone to talk to. "I am actually looking for Mr. William. Do you know where he is?"

The cherry girl's expression shifted slightly, and she nodded. "Yes, I do. Sadly, he doesn't work here anymore."

Leia's heart sank at the unexpected news. "What?" she furrowed her brows, staring confused at the homie cherry girl who stood before her near the entrance to Chiffon's factory. "Are you sure?" Leia asked once more, her voice tinged with disbelief. She couldn't quite wrap her head around the idea that William had retired.

The homie cherry girl who stood before her only nodded solemnly, and repeated her previous answer, her demeanor firm. "Yes, Mr. William has sadly retired from his position here and moved to another island – though I cannot remember which one." She paused, her shoulders lifting in a small shrug. "I can look into it if you want, but I am not supposed to tell outsiders about it."

"Oh no – that's fine really," said Leia politely, though inside she was feeling both disappointed and confused. Involuntarily, she let out a sigh. She had just dropped by Chiffon's factory after work today to say hi to William, plus inviting him for a round of quick snack – however her plan was quickly thrown of the track as she was met with this confusing situation. Apparently, as the worker explained to her, William had retired from his job just a few days before. Not only was this shocking, Leia had troubles believing what the girl just said to her. In fact, half of her was still convinced that there must have been some kind of misunderstanding or mistake. Last time they met, William didn't even look that old. He was probably at his late thirties, an age much too early to retire. If anything, William looked like he had been in his prime. But the worker seemed firm and oddly confident about this that Leia didn't feel a need to challenge her. Perhaps something had happened, or perhaps the retirement system worked differently here than the one she used to know in her own world. At any rate, one thing was clear: the person she was looking for was no longer here.

"Well then, thank you for your help, I guess," Leia muttered dispiritedly and waved to the worker girl, who waved back to her and continued sweeping the area. As she pedaled away, Leia's heart felt heavy with disappointment and a lingering sense of confusion. She had hoped to see William and to talk to him again – but it seemed that was the end of it. This unexpected turn of events had undeniably upset her, even just for a bit, and in one corner of her heart she couldn't help but wonder why William had retired so abruptly.

As she pedaled her bike through the familiar streets of Funwari Island, Leia contemplated whole the situation again. But when she got close to her home, her mind was almost made up. Regardless of the reason, if William had indeed retired and moved to another island, then it was his choice. There was nothing more Leia could do about it. With a resigned smile, Leia entered her home, determined to put this unexpected twist behind her.

Things inside her home though, were quite different from what she expected. Inside, she saw Mabel and Jasper were in the midst of packing. Puzzlement furrowed Leia's brow as she gazed at the half-filled suitcases and scattered items strewn across the living room floor. In the center of the room, Mabel was deftly folding clothes and putting them inside the suitcases, while Jasper – who had just walked out of his room, was busy arranging some toiletries supply.

The scene was a stark contrast to the usual cozy ambiance of their shared living space, and Leia couldn't help but furrow her brow in puzzlement as she took in the sight before her. Her voice, laced with curiosity and bewilderment, cut through the unexpected flurry of activity. "What's going on?" Leia inquired, her gaze shifting from the busy scene to her friends. "Where are you guys going in such a rush?" Mabel, pausing briefly in her folding, looked up from her task. For a few seconds, she looked confused, like her mind was not really in the present. Then her gaze fell to Leia, and she let out a warm smile.

"Leia! You're home," Mabel exclaimed warmly, her voice carrying a note of delight at Leia's unexpected return. Leia nodded in acknowledgment, though her gaze remained firmly fixed on the unfolding scene. "Yeah," she replied, her curiosity growing with each passing moment. "But seriously, what's happening here? Where are you guys headed in such a rush?"

Mabel, setting aside a neatly folded blouse, took a deep breath. Her expression conveyed a mix of determination and concern as she prepared to unveil their unexpected plans. "Well," she began, pausing before she answered, "Remember Mrs. Guava? You know, the lovely elderly woman you met at the get-together party a while back?" Leia nodded, her memory quickly recalling the kind, elderly woman who worked as a maid in a hotel on Candy Island. Mrs. Guava had left a lasting impression with her warmth and charm.

Mabel continued, her voice carrying a sense of gravity. "Unfortunately, Mrs. Guava had an accident. It's not too serious, but she's been advised not to move around too much for a while. That's where we come in. She's asked for our help to manage the hotel during her recovery."

"An accident?" Leia repeated, her concern evident in her voice. "How bad is it?"

Jasper chimed in, providing additional context to the situation. "It's nothing too severe, Leia. But she'll need assistance for a bit until she's back on her feet. So, we've decided to move up our trip to Candy Island to lend her a hand."

Leia nodded in understanding, her initial confusion giving way to empathy for Mrs. Guava's predicament. The room, despite its current state of upheaval, seemed to exude a sense of camaraderie and shared purpose.

"I see," she replied, her thoughts now fully comprehending the situation. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Mabel's eyes sparkled with gratitude and appreciation for Leia's willingness to assist. "I'm glad you asked, Leia. We could definitely use an extra hand with organizing things and helping Mrs. Guava during her recovery. Would you like to join us on our trip to Candy Island?"

Leia's response was swift and enthusiastic. "Absolutely! I'll go get my things ready right away." She was grateful for the opportunity to lend a hand, and excited at the prospect of experiencing Candy Island. As she headed to her room to prepare for the unexpected journey, Leia couldn't help but feel a sense of purpose and adventure building within her. Candy Island awaited, and with it, the chance to help a friend in need and explore a new corner of Tottoland.

Leia wasted no time in getting ready. She darted into her room and within minutes, she was packing her essentials into a bag. A change of clothes, some toiletries, and… after a moment of hesitation, she finally decided to take her trusty backpack with her. She grabbed her iPhone, now fully charged – and put it inside her backpack as well, hoping for some time to browse its contents later.

With her belongings securely stowed away, Leia rejoined Mabel and Jasper in the living room. The once chaotic scene was now more organized as they had made considerable progress in their preparations. The suitcases, once half-empty, were now neatly packed and closed.

Mabel and Jasper both each had a suitcase with them, and they had donned comfortable, yet practical outfits suited for the journey. Leia joined them, Leia hoisting her backpack onto her shoulders, feeling its familiar weight. With everything in order, they headed out into the late afternoon. The sun had now hung low in the sky, casting a warm and golden glow over Funwari Island. The tranquil streets Leia had grown so accustomed to during the day now took on a different hue as they embarked on their journey.

Jasper led the way towards the docks, where his boat awaited them. It was a sturdy vessel, well-maintained and ready for the voyage. The boat, which had witnessed many adventures over the years, now sat patiently at the water's edge, ready to carry its passengers to Candy Island. The sea shimmered with a calming brilliance, its surface rippling gently in the fading daylight. Seagulls called overhead, their cries echoing the excitement in the air. Leia couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within her. Candy Island, with its vibrant colors and charming culture, beckoned on the horizon.

As they stepped aboard the boat, Leia took one last look at Funwari Island, her home for the past few months. Guess she wouldn't see it for a few weeks now. She felt a tinge of nostalgia, but it was quickly replaced by the excitement of the unknown. With Mabel, Jasper, and her trusty backpack by her side, Leia was ready to embark on this unexpected adventure to Candy Island.

Fruit Island

Meanwhile a less frequented corner of Fruit Island, Katakuri, the formidable Sweet Commander of the Big Mom Pirates, and his sister Compote were huddled around the area where the blood splatter remained from the attack last night. The usually unflappable Katakuri had a furrowed brow, a rare sign of concern on his otherwise stoic face. Beside him, Compote mirrored his unease, her usually cheerful demeanor replaced by a deep frown.

"This is unprecedented," Compote muttered, her voice tinged with anxiety. "We've never had an incident like this before."

Katakuri nodded in agreement, his piercing gaze scanning the surroundings. His crew had been dispatched to scout the area, searching for any trace of the missing man or the one responsible for the mysterious disappearance. But as of now, they had come up empty-handed, and the bloodstain remained a troubling mystery.

Katakuri's brow furrowed further as he folded his arms and closed his eyes in concentration. He was attempting to utilize his Observation Haki, attempting to sense the intentions and movements of others, and look a few seconds into the future to sense anything that was hidden from plain view. But to his surprise, there was nothing. No sign of life, no presence to detect. Compote watched her brother with a mix of concern and curiosity. She knew that Katakuri's Observation Haki was among the most formidable in the pirate world, and if he couldn't sense anything, it meant that their adversary was not around anymore, he had previously escaped the scene.

Katakuri opened his eyes, his expression inscrutable. "There's nothing here," he said quietly, his deep voice carrying an unusual weight. Compote shivered slightly, the uncharacteristic tension in the air affecting even her. She cast a worried glance around, as if expecting something to jump out at them from the shadows.

"What do we do now, brother?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Katakuri remained silent for a moment, contemplating their next move. The uncertainty of the situation was unsettling, and it was clear that they were dealing with an adversary unlike any they had encountered before. But Katakuri was not one to back down from a challenge.

"We investigate further," he finally replied, his resolve unwavering. "We'll find out who or what is responsible for this. No one escapes the reach of Big Mom's crew."

Amidst the puzzling scene, Katakuri's keen observation didn't miss the peculiar claw marks etched into a nearby stone statue. As he traced his gloved finger over the irregular grooves, a sense of unease settled deeper within him. These marks were not ordinary; they held a story, a story he was determined to uncover. His piercing eyes narrowed in concentration as he studied the markings, attempting to decipher their meaning. Were they a message? A warning? Or perhaps a signature left by the enigmatic perpetrator of this gruesome act? Whatever the case, Katakuri knew that this was a critical clue, and he wouldn't rest until he understood its significance.

Before he could delve deeper into his thoughts, a shout from one of his crew members broke the tense silence. "Commander Katakuri, over here!"

Katakuri swiftly turned and made his way to where the crew member had called out, his imposing figure casting a commanding presence. The rest of his crew followed suit, curiosity mingled with trepidation on their faces. As they reached the edge of a cliff that overlooked the sea, a grim sight awaited them. There, among the jagged rocks and crashing waves, lay what remained of the missing gentleman. The once suave and well-dressed man was now a gruesome spectacle, his lifeless body mangled and torn, a haunting testament to the brutality of whatever force had befallen him.

The crew members recoiled in horror, some turning away to shield their eyes from the grisly scene. However, Katakuri remained eerily composed, his demeanor unwavering. His eyes locked onto the remains, analyzing every detail, every clue that could shed light on the circumstances surrounding this macabre discovery. Beside him, Compote had a starkly different reaction. The sight was too much for her to bear, and her face turned an alarming shade of green. Without a word, she turned and hurried away, her steps unsteady, as she fought the urge to vomit.

In the grim aftermath of the gruesome discovery, Compote returned to Katakuri's side, her pallor slowly returning to a more natural hue. She was clearly shaken by the horrifying sight, and Katakuri couldn't blame her. The scene was enough to unsettle even the most seasoned members of their crew. "Compote," he began once his sister was back to her side. She turned to look at him and he continued in his deep, measured voice, "The injuries on the victim... is not something usual. It's as if he was torn apart by something incredibly powerful, something not of ordinary human capability."

Compote's eyes widened at his words, and her gaze darted around as if expecting the culprit to appear any moment. "You mean, like a Devil Fruit user?"

Katakuri gave it a few seconds before he nodded thoughtfully at his sister's words. "It's possible. My best guess is a Zoan-type Devil Fruit user or a Mink at this point. And whoever they are… they must be strong, and cold, and unreasonably brutal. We must be cautious." Taking a moment to assess the situation, Katakuri made up his mind. "I will continue the investigation. We need to understand the full extent of this threat." His determination was unwavering, his commitment to protecting his territory resolute.

Compote, recognizing Katakuri's leadership and expertise in such matters, agreed with a nod. "Very well. I'll send additional guards to Fruit Island, just in case the culprit, be they human or nonhuman, decides to return." She paused, then broached a sensitive topic. "Should we inform Big Mom about this?"

Katakuri considered this carefully. While their mother was a formidable force, he knew that they needed to gather more information before they could present the situation to her. "No… not yet" he replied firmly. "We need concrete evidence and a clear understanding of the threat. We can't afford to alarm her without sufficient cause."

Compote concurred; her voice filled with determination. "Understood, brother. I will relay the message to our ministers, officers, and crew. We must remain vigilant and discreet in our investigation." With that, the siblings shared a nod of agreement, their resolve steeled. They were determined to unravel the mystery behind this brutal act and protect the sanctity of their territory, all while treading carefully in the shadows of their formidable mother, Big Mom.

As Katakuri left Fruit Island, the weight of the gruesome discovery remained heavy on his mind. His powerful figure stood at the helm of his imposing ship, a symbol of authority and determination. The sea breeze tousled his hair, and his trademark scarf billowed in the wind like a dignified, silent banner. His crew, a mix of loyal subordinates and formidable fighters, moved about with a solemn air. The memory of the lifeless, torn body on the shore lingered, haunting their thoughts like a specter. The towering figure of Charlotte Katakuri commanded both respect and awe. He was known throughout Tottoland as one of the Big Mom Pirates' most formidable members, feared and respected for his strength and extraordinary Observation Haki. His calm demeanor and unwavering resolve were like a beacon of stability in even the most turbulent seas.

"Prepare to set sail," Katakuri ordered in his deep, resonant voice. "We're heading to Candy Island."

"Aye aye, Commander!" came the unified response from his crew. They moved with practiced efficiency, the ship's sails unfurling as they caught the wind. The vessel, adorned with the Jolly Roger of the Big Mom Pirates, began to glide across the azure waters. Meanwhile, Katakuri stood near the mast, but his thoughts were far from the present. As the ship sailed onward, Katakuri's thoughts remained locked on the unsettling puzzle before him. The mysteries of Fruit Island had awakened a primal curiosity within him, a burning desire to uncover the truth, no matter where it might lead. Sure, he had remained composed back there when he discovered the body, but he still couldn't shake the disturbing image of the dismembered body. Not to mention the claw marks etched into stone, and the questions that lingered in the air like an unsolved riddle.

What kind of force could cause such brutality? Was it a Zoan-type user, a Mink, or something else entirely? And why had this happened on Fruit Island, a place known for its idyllic and peaceful existence? The journey to Candy Island would take some time, and Katakuri had much to ponder. He needed to consult with his older brother, Charlotte Perospero, the Minister of Candy, a cunning strategist. In many ways, he was different from Katakuri, but Katakuri respected his powers and skills. He knew that if anyone could help unravel this enigma, it would be Perospero.