Dangerous Blood - Part 1 Chapter 6, an one piece fanfic

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Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any of its characters however, Rosalie is my OC.

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Chapter 6

It was strange.

It was strange to Rosalie. She always thought that she knew the people around her very well. She knew how they reacted in situations, what they liked, what they disliked, their hobbies. If you knew that, you knew them, right? How wrong she was indeed.

It seemed like she mistook her mother for someone completely different. She didn't think of her mother as a stranger or a cruel person. She was her everything and there wasn't any bad memory she had with her mother.

However, everything suddenly changed and Rosalie hated it. It wasn't necessary for anything to change, why now? Why did her mother write this journal? It was true that she wanted to know her mother's past but it was too much.

Rosalie didn't even come halfway before she closed the written book. It was painful. Her heart squeezed tightly the more she read. She understood now why the dagger was cursed. Her mother cursed it. She cursed it with all the deaths she caused.

Don't touch the sleeping pills, they mess with my head
Dredging the Great White Sharks, swimming in the bed,
And here comes a Killer Whale, to sing me to sleep,
Thrashing the covers off, it has me by its teeth.

Mother… Who is the person I remember? Who is this person inside the journal? I don't understand! Rosalie yelled inside her mind and held her hair in her hands. Everything was fine the way it was. She suddenly wished that she didn't have the journal or the dagger.

And oh my love remind me, what was it that I said?
I can't help but pull the earth around me, to make my bed
And oh my love remind me, what was it that I did?
Did I drink too much? Am I losing touch? Did I build this ship to wreck?

Father… Did you know all of this? Did you know this person inside this journal? Rosalie wondered and felt herself tear up. Her teardrops fell onto the leather cover and she gritted her teeth. She took it in her hand and wanted to throw it out of the window but immediately stopped.

What's with the long face? Do you want more?
Thousands of red-eyed mice, scratching at the door,
Don't let the curtain catch you, cause you've been here before,
The chair is an island darling, you can't touch the floor,

"There's a lot of people who would kill to have that journal of your mother. There lies a bunch of secrets that not even I know." Garp's words echoed through her head and she looked back at the journal. Secrets? The only thing inside this book was the assassinations of her mother!

Then again, she didn't finish the book. What would the use be anyway? Her mother was a cold-blooded murderer. It seemed like just when she made peace with her one parent, the other one threw everything aside.

Good god, under starless skies we are lost,
And into the breach we got tossed,
And the water's coming in fast!

Yet, she didn't want to lose anything. She wanted to keep her memories of her mother the way they were and the only way that was possible was if she finished the journal. She needed to know exactly why and what her mother was.

This was her only salvation.

Rosalie took a deep breath and wiped away her tears, a bit irritated. How long was she going to cry? How old was she? Two? Rosalie scolded herself and opened the journal. She had to finish it. It was something that she just had to do.

Rosalie's eyes widened when she wanted to continue reading. She touched the slightly hardened, crumbled paper, her facial expression softening. The paper had tearstained marks on it as the story continued.

Her mother…grieved.

All the crimes she committed, she grieved. There was a bit of smudged writing here and there but most of the ink was intact. Rosalie felt the squeeze in her heart become lighter as she continued to read and she could feel the emotions of her mother through the stories.

Sadness. Grief. Anger. Betrayal. Loneliness. Fear.

As Rosalie continued, the story came to a turn and she couldn't put down the book. This person…she hid away all the suffering. This was the person she knew. Yet, Rosalie never knew that this was what her mother carried with her.

She couldn't stop reading anymore. She wanted to know more. No, she needed to know more.

Rosalie sat the entire night long and read through the journal, not closing her eyes for sleep despite her body aching for rest. She made sure that she didn't miss anything, no emotion, no words, nothing. She wanted to know everything.

This was the side of her mother that she never knew. It was a dangerous, yet compassionate side. She still stayed the same person but she seemed much more…lively. She seemed like she lived more than Rosalie had ever thought she would.

Not only that, but she loved more as well. She loved another just as much as she loved Rosalie's Father. She didn't fear the love as much as Rosalie did but she feared to choose. She didn't want to lose them and Rosalie swallow thickly. She didn't want to feel the pain her mother did.

She also didn't want to lose Law.

It was painful enough that he left her and locked her out of his life. He didn't want her too close to him and she understood that he needed his space. He isolated the crew from his personal life as well and despite them not showing it, they worried for him.

Rosalie blinked a few times and stared at the next few pages. They were a direct letter from her mother to…her. She raised an eyebrow and started to read through the message her mother left her, brows furrowing.

My dear, Rose.

We have a curse that no one has broken before us. You need to break free from this destiny and you need to protect everything you love. If you feel doubt to do something, do it. If you feel unease, then get rid of it.

Follow your heart. Don't let darkness control you.

Don't force the premonition on yourself. I pray that you do not have this curse that I was born with. Shape the future while using your own decisions. After all, nothing is set in stone and fate can always change.

My dear child… I can't express the happiness that you gave me the day that I heard of your coming. I was thrilled to know that someone such as I could dream to have a piece of heaven. For years I thought that I would live this cursed life where I can never make my dream come true.

When I met your father it briefly changed and I was content with what I had. However, it saddened me that I could never give him the same joy that you gave me. You'll get to meet him one day. Your father is as amazing person and my love for him will never fade.

However, his strength doesn't lay with just him, his strength is the bonds he made with his comrades who will one day be yours as well. You're destined for greatness, My Love. You're going to shake this ocean from its core and you're going to make such amazing comrades.

You'll one day live the dream that I had for you. You're going to be free.

Yes, my dear child. You will conquer everything thrown in your path and you will love sincerely. I wish for you to be the best and always be true to yourself. Remember that I love you more than the stars in the sky.

"Rosalie… My dear Rosalie."

The Journal ended with a photo that Rosalie remembered. They took that photo on her seventh birthday. She still remembered how she helped her mother with all the preparations and everything was perfect.

That's all her mother ever wanted. She only wanted Rosalie to life a live where nothing would stop her from gaining her dreams. She wanted her to be happy. She wanted her to get out from the cursed life and conquer the seas.

That was exactly what she was going to do.

If there was a curse that was spoken upon her, Rosalie would gladly break it. She wasn't going to push this uneasiness away anymore. She was going to trust her instincts and she was going to follow her heart.

She was going after Law.

Song: Ship to Wreck - Florence and The Machine

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