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The feeling of being rocked, caught me by surprise. Opening my eyes to the room was dark, I could make out furniture but it took my eyes a little bit to adjust to the dimness of the room. It took me a moment to realize that I was on a ship, but it was still a shocking thing to get to terms with. Remembering how I got on the ship, made me shudder quickly. I didn't want to feel that sensation for a very long time. The rocking of the vessel was actually pretty calming in some sense, it was nostalgic to be feeling it once more.

I could almost guarantee that if I closed my eyes and reopened them I would see a different room from a life left a long time ago. Letting my eyes adjust some more, I could see a little strip of light under a door. Getting out of the bed I stumbled slightly to the closed portal. Holding my hand out and searching for the door knob, I opened the heavy steel door. It was a lever that had to be pulled pull so it would release it's hold on the frame.

The blinding light was the first thing that got to me. I squinted for a couple moments as I let my pupils dilate correctly to it. After doing that I looked left, the seemingly endless hallway curved right. The opposite direction had stairs in the middle of it. Weighing my chances, I went left. There were many more doors on either side of me as I wondered the ship...sub thing. Taking the left turn, I was meet with stair leading down. Well, down it was. Holding on to the railing of the narrow steps I tried to ignore the rocking of the sub. Making it down to the next floor I just continued to walk in the direction right in front of me. I couldn't have been down there for a couple of seconds when I heard loud laughter and glasses clinking.

Turning into the only open door I'd seen I barely ducked in time to miss a glass flung in my direction. Glancing back up I could see that two men were in a fight and the others were cheering one or another one. Money was on the floor, mugs of ale in the air. Men with their arms around each other while others looked like they wanted to strangle one another. Some cheering, some crying and I could see one out cold. Grimacing slightly at the bruises on his jaw line, I turned back to the main attraction.

"Give it to him Penguin!"

"Nah, show him how a real man does it, Jacob!"

Others gave their opinions on the match and I just stared in open shock. It would seem I walked in on a bet over a fight, and possibly drunks who were encouraging it. I would be lying if I said I was surprised, this wasn't the first time and wouldn't be the last time I'd see it. The two men were grappling all over the floor. Neither one seriously trying to hurt the other, but just trying to get the upper hand. Whoever was pinned for a specific amount of time would be declared the loser. I didn't realize they were this rambunctious when I had spoken to them the night before. Though it was only brief things and swapping of tales here and there between drinks.

"Miss Ana?" Blinking for my dry eyes I turned to the familiar voice. Smiling I saw Bepo standing next to me in his orange jumpsuit. I tried to hide the surprised look on my face, but his was already showing signs of worry.

"Sorry, you scared me a bit Bepo." Sheepishly grinning at the large mammal. Then spent the next couple minutes trying to have him stop apologizing to me. I felt a little bit bad when I started laughing at him, but he was too damn cute. How did one such as Bepo end up in a place like this? Both of us turned our attention back to the men who were now all out brawling. Penguin seemed to have the upper hand, rolling the brunette from the day before underneath him. Until Jacob punched him straight in the face, and I couldn't help but wince like the rest of the men in the room. That one had to of hurt.

"Now, what do we have here?"

The whole room stopped their commotion in just that once sentence. All looking in Bepo and I's way, I was about to turn around when I felt an arm drape across my shoulders. Scrunching them up and looking to my left, I no longer saw Bepo, but the sweatshirt covered chest of Law. Putting my hand into his side I pushed myself so I skidded to the right and just barely out of his grasp. His tattooed fingers brushed against the bare skin on my left shoulder, ghosting over the flesh. Flinching out of the way so he couldn't touch me anymore I glared at him. The damn smirk was on his face again, just like it had been at the villa. I grabbed my shoulder and brushed it as if I could brush away the feeling of his calloused fingers on my soft skin.

"It seems that our newest crew mate is up and at it. Are we celebrating, or are we just fucking around like I told you not to do?" The rest of the crew seemed to decide that they were most definitely celebrating my sudden appearance. I said nothing and didn't bother looking at the Captain as I felt his stare on me. We both knew that they were lying their asses off cause they didn't want to get scolded or in trouble. The men went right back to what they were doing, minus the fighting, drinking copious amounts of alcohol together. "Ana-ya."

I suppressed the shiver that threatened to go down my spine as he said my name in a low tone. Glancing over in his general direction he seemed to be staring off into space. All while looking directly at my face, it was long enough to make me self-conscious in some way. His steel eyes narrowed slightly and a hand darted out and grabbed hold of my own. I suddenly was propelled forward after him, looking behind me Bepo was smiling and waving good-bye to us. Don't wave like that! I don't know where I'm being taken! I kept my thoughts to myself in case the man pulling me got any ideas from my fear. Making our way up the stairs again and down a few doors from the room I awoke in we stopped.

As soon as the door was opened I was hoisted up into his arms. My face becoming red as I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as I felt my center of gravity shift. Keeping them there, holding onto the soft fabric I was placed on a cold hard surface. A large hand parted my legs at my knees and stepped in between them. The other hand that belonged to him was turning my head slightly up and to my right. His grip tightened when I tried to remove my jaw from his grasp. Barely parting my lips to speak, his forefinger was placed on them in a sh way. Staying this way for a couple moments, when Law finally seemed satisfied when he pulled away, removing himself from between my lower appendages. Going over to a desk not too far away and sitting in a chair that had wheels on it.

"You could have asked me to follow you." I pointed out quietly, but was only rewarded with silence from him.

Pulling out a folder and writing some stuff down, I sat and waited silently trying not to shiver in the cold room. It was much colder in here than it was in the room I had seen the men wrestling in. I could only hope the rest of this place wasn't as cold, I'd need some warmer clothes…which I didn't have. I actually didn't have anything for myself, and by the looks of the crew I did see my hope for another female on board was low. Most women didn't take to the sea for one reason or another, but those that did had to find a crew willing to take them. Old wives tales of bad luck from having a female on board made some men a bit skeptic of having one.

"Each new crew member is required to have a physical once onboard. I have a few experiments I want to get to, so we'll have to do this now." Looking at me from under the brim of his hat I gave him a wary look.

"So long as you don't pick me up without telling me, I think I can handle it." Wrapping my arms around my chest, gripping each other I started to create friction. The chill from the cold metal under me was starting to make its way up my body. My poor bottom was now practically numb, and I wasn't enjoying it one bit. The tsking from the doctor in front of me caused me to come back to the world of the living. Turning the chair around so he was sitting on it backwards, he rolled over to me. "I suppose you would be the doctor on board as well as the captain."

"You'd be correct on that. Along with the physical exam I have some routine questions for you as well. I need all of them completely answered." The 'or else' was left unheard but still heard by me. I couldn't tell if the next shiver I had was from him or the cold seeping through my bare skin. I blamed it on the latter and looked away from him. The knowing glint in his eye told me that one to many before had tried to wiggle their way out of the exam or the questions. My eyes naturally started to take in my surrounding nearby.

"Full name?" He waited in silence for my answer.

"Anastasia." Turning back to him I pulled my knees to my chest. Trying to build some heat in my legs as I rubbed them with my hands. I ignored the arched brow from Law as he seemed to be waiting for something else from me "I only carry my first name, I haven't used my surname since I was a child."

"Age?" Crossing my arms over my knees I rested my chin on them, I watched as his quickly wrote something down.

"22." He glanced up from his writing to take my face in. I had heard before that I didn't quite look my age, but that it was a compliment. It stopped being a compliment after a while, but I knew people meant well when they said it.

"Blood type?"

"X." Closing my eyes I could hear a slight humming, probably the engines.

"Family?" A silence filled the room, opening my eyes I had just closed I looked at him from near my lashes. Looking in each stormy iris before I contemplated my answer.

"Like my biological family?" I asked him as he stared straight into my own eyes. The infirmary was so quiet I could hear the slight scratching of his pen as he wrote, even his deep breathes. Which were oddly comforting as they reminded me of my older brother. He nodded his head after a while. "Dead."

I looked away from him and stared at some medical tools, waiting for the next inquiry. It was a matter of trust, and I had just met this man. He seemed to be weighing his options as I continued to stare at the expensive bits of metal he used for who knows what. After a moment when the silence started to grow uncomfortable he cleared his throat.

"Weight, and height." He spoke with a hard tone.

"Couldn't really tell you. I haven't measured myself since I was 13, and my weight never really bothered me enough to check it." The doctor sighed at my words, shaking his head slightly with a frown.

"We'll do that before you leave. Any allergies?" He stopped his scribbling to look up at me, once again from under the brim of his hat.

Uncurling my arms from my legs I placed them behind me to lean on them and let my legs dangle over the edge.

"Besides bullshit, nope." I heard him snort at my lame joke.

"At least we know you have terrible humor now. Well, let's do a physical and see if your damaged goods." The smile on his face widened as I looked at him and realized there was no nurse here to actually do it. For as long as I could remember I'd always had a female nurse to do this part, and if there was no nurse then there was only one person who do conduct it. I wasn't happy with this outcome, I could feel my pulse pick up as I internally panicked.

"You? You're going to give me a physical? Uh, I'd much rather a female nurse, ya know?" Scooching up on the exam table beneath me, I tried to get some distance between us. Hearing him chuckle I resisted the urge to look at him, as I tried to think of some excuse to wiggle my way out of this.

Time ran out apparently when I felt his warm hands on my legs after some time. Before I could clamp them shut he had slipped in between them. One laying on my thigh, at the edge of my shorts. My eyes stared at where his hand near branded my skin from how warm it was. His right-hand snaking under my flimsy tank top, settling just under my left breast, skimming my bra. Tensing up again, I placed my hands on his chest to shove him away but barely restrained myself. I may not have walked on the ship, but I had chosen to come with them so I had to bear it.

"Now Ana-ya I am a professional. So, let's make this a painless as possible kay?" His tone was serious, but was also amused. "Besides there no other females on board our sub, you are the first."

Glaring back at the doctor I raised my arms over my head when he tugged at my shirt. After he neatly placed it next to me, I shivered at the coldness of the room. Missing whatever little warmth my thin shirt had given me. The cold stethoscope on my bare back made me gasp, turning to glare at the man behind me. Removing the freezing object from my back, he brought it to his lips and breathed on it. Damn bastard kept eye contact with me the whole time, I could feel the burning in my cheeks as he did it. After that he returned it to my skin, I didn't make a noise as it was warm on me. Taking deep breaths in and out like he instructed I didn't make any small talk. Moving it to my chest now, I kept my eyes trained on the wall to my right as he stood on my left. My schooled face almost dropped when he stood in between my legs again.

"What fruit did you eat." Glancing at him, he was looking at my face rather than my nearly exposed chest. Looking away from him, I let my silence answer him for some moments. Then looked back at him.

"I ate a Mimic Mimic Fruit." He looked at me with a blank expression as I told him.

"There is someone already that ate a fruit named that Ana-ya."I gave him a dirty look as he brushed off my answer. A sigh came from him as he reached around for something on a cart next to him. When did that get there? His left hand grasped my chin slightly as he guided it back to him. "Open up."

Seeing the brown stick he had in his hand, I complied for my own sake. Pressing down on my tongue I said 'ah' as needed. He then pressed his cold hands to my neck and I grabbed them out of instinct. Taking in his curious look, I gave him a schooled one as I let go and dropped them to my sides. Every now and then his eyes would snap to the left side of my face, and it was starting to annoy me. Reaching up I felt what he was looking at. A small scar right on my hairline, reaching down to the top of my ear. Most of the time it was covered by hair, so I forgot it was there most of the time. When my hair was up in a bun was the only time it was noticeable.

"What happened?" Looking past him and at the mirror on the other side of the room I took in my face. Lavender hair, always in a bun, almost completely destroyed. Heart shaped face, big pale blue eyes, both had slight bags something I was used to seeing. The faraway look on my face started to form a look of confusion. Since when did I look so pale and fragile? Maybe I always had, who knows I didn't pay much attention to myself.

"Marines, when I was younger." I flinched at the cold voice I had.

"Started piracy young?" He had me lay down and was pressing on my abdomen, for once gently.

"Was thrown into the life, quite literally." Closing my eyes, I put a little trust in the doctor as I reminisced. It was give and take, I knew I had to be the one doing more of the giving for a while.

"So how did you stumble across a Devil Fruit then?" Keeping my eyes shut, I felt him press down by my lower abdomen.

"I guess I had accidentally eaten it when I was three, confusing it for an apple near out home."

I could picture it now. A small house, barely two stories painted white. A large willow tree off to the right, and then lush green grass as far as the eye could see. Behind the house was a small orchard, it was something to be seen during the autumn months when the leaves would change colors and eventually fall. As I pictured it in my mind, I could temporarily forget the hands leaving trails of fire all over my expose skin. I could almost see the life inside of the what once was a happy home I supposed.

If I had to really put anything else in it image I had, it was just the life. There would be three children running around the house. A tall boy with dark hair and bright amber eyes, holding a doll in his hand. A slightly smaller girl with pastel hair and sky blue eyes following him screaming at the boy. The last being a boy with dark hair and hazel blue eyes. Mirth in the boys eyes as they picked on their sister. It ending with a woman walking out of the house with fresh cut apples from the orchar. All three forgetting their game/torture and eating the pieces of fruit. Then flames engulfed the house.

"Ana-onee!"

Snapping my eyes open I lurched forward and saw Law watching me with a curious face. Snatching my shirt, I pulled it over my body, relishing the slight warmth it gave me. Looking away from him I looked around the room some more. The door on the opposite side of the room, next to the mirror was labeled Operation Room.

"We just need your weight and height." Slipping off of the table, my ankles hurt from the sudden weight thrusted upon them. Grimacing at the pain I made my way after the good doctor. Stepping on the scale I looked down at the little numbers. 110, hm...when did I lose so much weight. Turning around on the scale Law reached behind me and pulled up the measuring part. As he scribbled down the numbers I turned to look. Five foot five frowning I realized I was a lot shorter than the people I knew.

"You will eat three meals a day, every day." Snapping my eyes up to Law I saw the disappointed look on his face. Frowning even more at him, he continued to stare me down.

"I don't eat three times a day." It was true, I normally didn't eat at least one of the meals a day. Going between dinner and breakfast. My statement only seemed to make him frown more.

"Ana-ya you are nearly twenty three and weigh the same as a 12-year-old. This, not an option, I will personally force-feed you the food if need be." Crossing my arms over my chest I looked away from him. He may have been right, but I didn't really want to hear it.

" I'll try my best to do it." Glancing back up at him, his frown settled in more and he stepped closer to me. Standing my ground, I looked up at him defiantly as he took each step closer to me. Until he was just a couple inches from my face glaring down at me.

"Now Ana-ya, from what I can tell you don't particularly care to be touched a lot yes?" Glaring right back at his accurate statement I said nothing to him. Only trying to convey my determination to not be seen as totally weak to him, by the hateful stare back at him. "How about this, you eat all three meals, or..."

Trailing off he placed his hands on my arms. I stiffened in my place but didn't look away from him. I wouldn't let him win this, now or ever. He started to lean close in and I tried my best not to lean back, but it was a losing battle. One hand slid up to the back of my head cradling it as the other wrapped around my waist. Dragging me into his hard body, and I felt the urge to punch him square in the face. Placing my hands on his chest I tried to push him away. His face went past mine and to my right ear. I knew my face had to be beet red as I struggled to keep my breathing at the very least even and steady. I could feel my heart racing in an anxious way that I hadn't felt in a while.

"I'll show you so much affection it will make you sick. So, you eat your food and I'll keep my hands to myself for now, hm?" Pulling back slightly I wished my look alone could kill the bastard. Fisting my hands in the fabric of his sweatshirt I tried to remove myself from his hold. I could feel the air in my lungs be nearly squeezed out of me when his grip on my waist tightened, pulling me closer to him. God, I didn't like the way the heat in my face was traveling down, or the weird feeling in my stomach and my heart needed to stop pounding so loudly. I swear he could feel it from how tightly I was pressed against him.

Then he was clear across the room gathering his things from his desk. I inhaled deeply, not noticing that I had been holding my breath. Taking in the air like I was just drowning I glared at the back of his damn head. I suddenly wondered if I should have held out for a day or two more before deciding to come back to the sea. This man was bad for my health I almost wanted to be back on the island, far away and back into the safety of my home. When making my way out of the damn sick bay I turned left instead of right, which would take me back to the galley.

After a series of lefts and rights, I noticed with a frown I was definitely lost on the damn sub. There was no one around so I couldn't ask where I was, and there was no way I could retrace my steps. Cursing myself for my bad luck I kept walking in the direction in front of me. At the end of this dead end was a door. There weren't many on either side of me at the moment, but there seemed to be rooms everywhere in this place. Just how big was this vessel? It didn't look that big at the port, but it was deep water. Cursing myself I stopped just outside of the door. After contemplating it, I opened the door maybe it had a map or something so I could navigate back to the galley.

Stepping into the room I think I was breathless for the second time in my life. The room itself was dark, but it was lit up by lights outside the sub. Letting my feet carry me forward I openly gawked at the scene before me. Inside the room was three couches facing the center of the room, around a table. But behind the couches were large windows, and they were what captured my attention. The light outside of the sub made it possible for one to see the sea floor that we were scrapping by. It wasn't smooth sand so we must be in deeper water at the moment, but that was okay. There was plenty of life out here.

Sitting on the center so my body was facing the window and my arms could settle on the back of it. I tucked my feet under me and crossed my arms one over other and leaned my head on them. Growing up I had a dream of scouring the bottom of the ocean one day. Eating the Devil Fruit though shattered those dreams. I couldn't even go near salt water willingly for a number of years, and even then, I was forced to. But I never lost my love for the sea creatures that would float by me should I fall into the salty abyss.

Taking in the scenery I couldn't help but sigh. There were so many types of marine life on the other side of the glass. Schools of fish were trailing by slowly, not in a rush to be anywhere. A couple of crabs were casually crawling around, some fighting with others. Then there were some of the large solitary fish, enormous ones that were borderline Sea Kings. Those were some of the most brilliant creatures out there, the colors ranged in all of the rainbow. They seemingly just glided on the unseen currents that carried them, and us along it. One looked over at the sub as I glanced right at it the large eyeball seemingly staring right in my direction. Blinking twice it swam away.

I smiled a bit as it reminded me of some large fish that would jump off the coast of the island. I almost had the urge to turn to my left, but I knew he wouldn't be there. The fool had thrown me off of a cliff to get me here, still baffles me. I could only hope that he was okay. Before he ended up on the island just months before me he was a pirate. That was where I picked up the ability to make things levitate. I couldn't remember the name of the fruit, but I do know that it takes a lot of concentration and drains the user quickly. It happened to Alec more than it did me. Thus, it created the surge of regret filling my body as I realized I left him behind. He didn't really have anyone on that piece of rock except for me really. A certain memory made me frown as I recalled how he ended up leaving his crew.

They had been on an island somewhere near the New World and were surprised by Marines. They had been fighting when Alec had gotten a huge mallet to the head. Knocked him out instantly, but he had woken up in a hospital not too long after that. After a week in a coma, he came out with amnesia. He didn't know who he was, what crew he belonged to nothing. I guess he had agreed to go along with them, as they promised to drop him off somewhere safe. Now though, he'll get flashbacks frequently causing painful migraines. To the point, he can't move or he'll pass out. The damn idiot decided to help me train using his ability and we figured out that the level of concentration triggered the migraines also, but on another level. So the doctor and myself banned him from using his abilities. I frowned more when I thought of him and Law going at it. Why?

I didn't know how long I stayed here, watching the under sea life float about the bottom of the sea. My eyes were getting tired and I felt my head starting to tilt to one side. Each time my head started to droop I would snap it back up. Trying my best to not fall asleep, I finally laid down on the couch. Looking up at the illuminated ceiling I smiled at how comfy the couch was. Didn't seem like it was used often, or maybe at all. Reaching one hand up my waist to settle under my shirt right under my right breast, my right hand behind my head. Looking to my left, into the couch I closed my eyes. This part of the sub seemed to be relatively abandoned so I didn't really have to worry about someone coming and finding me here. So I started to daze off.

"Come on Ana-chan! We don't have all day for you to dilly dally!"

His freckled face smiled at me from down the trail. Running after him I tried to keep myself from falling over the roots that seemed to be springing from the ground. Tripping a few times I could hear him laughing at me. The stupid cowboy hat resting on his head prevented the suns rays of getting in his amber eyes. He was cheery for some who had just dragged me all over the island to wreck havoc on a Marine base that I'd never heard of. Losing my train of thought I tripped over a branch. Putting my hands out I braced myself for the impact that never came.

"Geez you sure are a klutz still Ana."

Then sensation of being picked up made me slightly panic. Holding me close to his chest, he ran off in the direction of the ship in the harbor. A ship that was to far out of reach for me to even contact. Lively people who once were the only force keeping me going on some nights. I could almost feel the warmth of the desk as it gently rocked on the sea. Moving my face into his neck, I couldn't help but notice he didn't smell like spice and smoke. He smelt like steel and minty almost. Looking up he kept his amber eyes on the trail that would take us to our home.

"What is it?"

The abnormally serious look on his face turned into pain as he looked forward. The two of us looking down to see a town on fire. People running everywhere, some half burnt. Children screaming at carcasses, pleading for their parents to come back to them. Wide eyes took in the destruction and death that took place around us. Looking back up at him, Ace was looking down at me. The look of pure hatred on his face.

"I've always known you were a monster."

Then the falling sensation started again. I was falling from his hold, and into an unknown abyss. This time, he wouldn't be there to catch me.

"ACE!"

I'm working on getting the next one out as soon as I can, and hopefully I can get back to just making new content !