|In What Way?| [One Piece x Reader]

Chapter Two

[Hey yall- just saying, from this point on, this story is NOT for lil babies, so I'd recommend leaving if you can't handle...sensitive stuff. On with the story!]

<Timeskip 1 year, 2 months>

Your stay with the whitebeards was long overdone. Ace made ypu stay...but when you layed in bed, sleeping with Marco and Ace clung to you- you had a certain nightmare that made you remember your goals.

You had to leave today.

.......................

Waves crashed along the shoreline.

A girl, around the age of 36 (You're 47 now) was bolting along the sand, a frown evident on her face as she ran, ran from the home she lived in.

All those people, thinking what they were doing was just, how wrong they were.

How wrong of them it was to murder innocent people. Some may have been criminals, but they didn't need to die for his own needs and pleasure.

Just because you didn't want to help, and you knew what they planned..they wanted you dead. Wiped off the face of the planet.

Your face was as emotionless as a board, and the only thing that indicated the fear radiating off of you- was they way your pupils slightly dilated.

"Y/n, come back now." You heard the man command behind you.

You looked behind you, and shook your head, before you made your escape.
.......................

Your eyes opened as you sat up, Marco and Ace almost falling off the bed.

Honestly, you wondered how you escaped that man. He wasn't known for letting people live after knowing the truth.

Marco shook your shoulder, "Y/n, whats wrong-yoi?" He asked, panic evident in his voice.

You snapped out of it, and hugged him close.

"Just- hold me please."

Honestly, emotions were a downside for you- you hated when they were so strong, you couldn't let them sit in the back of your mind.

You had to scream, and break things, and cry.

Ah yes, breakdowns are the reason you let yourself at least shed a tear.

Marco was confused, and panicky as he held you close, Ace showed slight jealousy, but marcos warm, healing flame would help her.

A soft smile soon let its way onto your face, and you gratefully pressed your lips against Marco, and Ace's cheeks.

"Thanks, I had a nightmare."

Marco simply nodded, and pulled his hands away, pink coating his cheeks.

You hummed, and stood, setting the two on the floor.

Your cloak silently fell back to its normal position, and you pulled it over you face.

"better go see Shanks, or Mihawk, wherever that swordsman is." You rolled your eyes, mihawk was always so rude and blunt, you couldn't stand the guy. Not at all.

Ace grabbed your arm, "but..what if you die?" He asks, and tries pulling your larger form over to him, "trust me, Ace, I wont be dying soon." You nodded, and patted the male on the head.

You looked at Marco, "and you- ill miss you." You sighed, and dropped onto your knees, wrapping your arms around Marco tightly.

He laughed, and hugged you back, the tired look never escaping the poor man.

"Well, ill be on my way." You murmured, and walked onto the main deck, trailing to the side of the boat.

Whitebeard watched his daughter, and when you saw a boat at the bottom, he watched you look at him with a surprised expression.

"You're letting me leave?"

"I know you can handle yourself, I can't keep you here forever you know, Gurararara!" He chortled, and placed his fists on the ends of his throne.

"Y/n. Listen to me, you really do be careful, many people want you in this world, especially him, so make sure you stay on the down low." He explained, and crossed his arms, "I can't have you caught, and taken away from me. Can i?" He chuckled.

You nodded, "I won't dissapoint. Father." You gave him a sweet smile, then masked it, flipping off of the boat, and into a smaller one.

The rowboat was easy, and you didn't gave much stuff, so it was REALLY easy to push it around- you just didn't know if you'd be running into Shanks anytime soon.

.....

It had only been about two days, when you spotted their ship, your eyes widening as that flagged flew through the wind.

You teared up, and started rowing towards the docked boat, maybe you could kill two birds with one stone, and meet mihawk, since Shanks always seems to find him in the weirdest places.

Walking onto the beach, laughter and- glasses clinking alerted the start of drinking day, and you groaned, rushing through the greenery as you made your way to the noise.

You stopped when a gun was pointed at you.

"Who are you?" The man asked, not drunk enough to pass you up.

You unveiled yourself, "its Y/n, yassop." You rolled your eyes, and the gun was magically snatched, "im not here to fight, Shanks told me to find his ass."

Speak of the devil, the man walked over, not recognizing you.

"Whos this, yassop?" He asked.

You deadpanned, your eyebrow twitching.

"You fucking kidding me, red hair?" You asked, getting more and more irritated by the second.

He shrugged, "no not-" he stared at you for a second, before his jaw dropped,

"Y/NN?!"

[Sorry if this seems a bit rushed, trust me, all will make sense later, you stayed with the whitebeards so luffy wouldn't find your- secretly- dumbass.]