Strong(One Piece x Reader)[EDITING IN PROGRESS]

•Intermission•

The Castle of the Passionate Country—Dressrosa within the New World

Baby 5 had lunch for you ready in your guest room provided for you. It was a needed nutritious lunch that will help will your healing according to their doctor and can help speed it up a bit.

Problem was, Baby 5 thought in a panic as she searched for you once more since you awoke three days ago, you weren't in your room.

It's been like this since you read that newspaper that was placed there, you seeming to stare at it and hoping it'll burn with your mere gaze alone. You even tried to stand up despite being bedridden for six weeks due to all your injuries that she imagined were a mix of what you went through in escaping Impel Down and the Battle at Marineford. Your injuries being vast physically, from cuts to scratches to gashes from a whip but the worse were the burns. The burns, which were still healing under your bandages all over your right arm with one wrapped around your left bicep to almost your shoulder as well as around your chest under your long sleeved blouse. The blouse used to having two sleeves until you ripped the left one in what she could only see as a cry for help, it's such a pretty blouse after all that they dressed you in—your clothes from the battle being nearly irreparable which made you look sad until you said nearly irreparable doesn't mean totally, but you'll wear these clothes for now till you see them. The blouse you now wore was still white, but it had tiny black circles on the bottom as well as the cuff of your right sleeve with one side being longer than the other and grazing your right hip and looking slightly ruffled. Your shorts being replaced by light beige pants that went to your calves and wearing open toed light blue sandals with just an half inch heel and straps that went in an 'X' shape, being secure.

The clothes helped a bit, but your injuries...she would think there was no way you would have survived if it wasn't for Young Master—Doflamingo and his devil fruit.

When you tried to stand up, despite you already healing in a remarkable rate due to what the doctor said, you looked frustrated when you nearly fell. Her having to catch you, her feeling you shake but she doesn't think it was just from your injuries based on your shadowed expression as you looked down. Spotting your bitten lip.

You ignored her when you went towards your famous buster sword that stood tall and intimidating, a sword even she couldn't replicate despite her own powers. Ignoring how you still needed to rest and you need to be hydrated, only for you to merely say that she should stop calling you Young Mistress and maybe you'll listen. Baby 5 staying silent at that, not knowing what to say only for her eyes to widen when you lifted your sword a mere inch before it clattered to the floor as you cursed—your wounds reopening and blood coming out.

"Fuck," you hissed, holding onto your quivering right arm as it bled, clenching your teeth. Lowering your head as blood continued to wet your thick wrapped bandages, your eyes shadowed and making you look predatorial with how you bared your teeth as you tightened them. "Fuck...not even my sword finds me...Tch, a swordsman who can't even hold their own sword...?! Might as well kill me along with my dream!"

"You're wounded," She reminded you, pointing out to you, you still gazing at your arm. "You shouldn't talk like that, Young Mistress. Doflamingo helped you, although he just killed my fourth fiancé after he asked so nicely with his charming brown rags and this cute little flower...! He really needed me to be his wife, just asking as he sat by the street as I walked by, it was like—like destiny!" Baby 5's fire reawakened as she balled a fist in front of her, you glancing at her as she spoke with tears gathering in her eyes. "He has to pay! I need to give him my all this time to take my vengeance for my fiancé. I...didn't even get to learn his name!"

You stared at her for a moment before looking away, looking down at your buster sword as it laid on the floor—the metal appearing dull.

"...Don't call me that. And..." you brought your right arm and clenched, making the blood welt and some fall on the floor, the red looking vibrant in the tan tiled floor. "This is nothing. I have to train to get better."