Willow and The Whitebeard pirates (One Piece)

Willow's Confession

It's been days since we had left the Marine ships behind, and I had finally started to stir and wake up, completely unaware of what I had done, and what I became when I got that angry. I was completely clueless about what had actually happened, as all I remembered was getting hit with a fast moving cannon ball, and passing out.

It took me a little bit to actually open my eyes, as I was comfortable and warm where I was. I almost didn't even want to wake up. Eventually I did open my eyes, and I slowly sat up. I was a bite sore, but that's alright, as I was expecting that. When I looked up, I saw the medic of the ship. He came over, and did a few tests to make sure that I was alright before he walked off. When I looked at where the bandages were, I realized that there were a few more bandages than there should have been, and I was a little confused by them, though I didn't say anything. I had a feeling that it was better for me to continue waking up, so that I could see the others. I hoped that everyone was alright.

I could see that there was light coming in through the door that the medic had left in, though with how bright it was, it could have either been early morning, or evening, but I would have to go outside to see it. I ended up losing myself in my thoughts, them being of the people I had met on the crew, and how nice they all were.

While I was zoned out, I hadn't even noticed Ace walk in, and sit down on the bed. It was only when he tapped my shoulder that I jumped slightly, and looked at him, smiling.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, though I can tell that there's something else he wants to say.

"I'm a bit sore, but that's to be expected, I did get slammed into a wall by a very fast moving cannon ball." I say, laughing a bit. Ace gave me an odd look, though he didn't press it.

"Did we beat the Marines?" I ask, looking at him. He nods, though his expression falters some. I tilt my head, though I don't question it, as I'm sure that he would tell me if something was up.

"Yeah ... we ... well, you kind of showed them ... we only took out the two ships that we were on, you took out the rest." He says, and I just look at him. I wasn't sure what to say, and it almost sounded like he was making it up. I wasn't sure if I could even believe it, there was absolutely no way that I could have taken the ships out on my own.

He sighs. "Whitebeard would like to talk to you." He says. My ears go back, as I didn't remember doing anything like that, but it would definitely account for some of the extra bandages if I had. I slowly get off the bed when he does, and I follow him out from inside the ship, and up onto the deck. When I emerge with Ace, I look around and see a lot of the crew stopping and staring at me, almost as if they felt better keeping their distance from me. I made a quiet noise, but continued to follow after Ace, keeping my head down, and my ears back, even though I could hear people whispering about something that had happened, and I was sure that it was something that had to do with me.

It didn't take us too long to get to Whitebeard's chair, but when we did, I looked up to see a lot of the crew gathered around, while Marco stood next to Whitebeard, his expression seeming to be more angry than bored. I looked around at the others, and saw that their expressions were both angry and confused, but Whitebeard and Ace's expressions were the only two that I trusted at this point. Ace didn't move away from me like others had, so that definitely helped me.

"Willow, I'm sure that Ace has said what happened a few days ago?" Whitebeard asks. I nod, staying silent, my ears back. We were a few feet away from him, but at the moment, I felt small.

"He told me that ... I took down a few Marine ships ... but ... I don't ..." I pause. "I don't know ... how ... I don't remember any of it ..." I felt like I was trying to explain myself, for something that I don't even remember doing, and it didn't feel right.

Whitebeard's expression softened even more, and I heard Ace let out a small sigh of relief, though I could hear the others starting to mumble and talk amongst themselves. Marco seemed to not want to have anything to do with this.

Even though everyone seemed uneasy, Marco finally spoke up. "And what if she becomes that thing again? The crew could be in trouble!" He yells, and I shrink down a bit. Marco looks at me. "I don't know what you became, but you took down four Marine ships without our help!" Whitebeard now looked angry, though he wasn't stopping Marco, as he knew that Marco was only looking out for everyone else. "You made them all pass out, and you were like a monster as you tore through them! This happened after you got hit! So what happens if you turn into that thing again, the entire crew could be in danger!" He yells, starting to walk towards me.

I wasn't sure what to do, though Marco stops when Ace gives him a look. "Marco, enough. I've thought about this, and I don't think that she would ever harm the crew ... because I know that we must have been the first things she saw." Marco seems to understand what Ace is saying, though he isn't convinced.

"And your point? If she was able to get up and walk after the cannon ball had crushed her, as well as fight and take down that many ships on her own, what would you call her?"

I just watch the two of them, though I just wanted them to stop. I move in between Ace and Marco, looking at the two of them. "STOP IT!" I yell. "Stop it right now! I don't care what I was or what I did! I made sure that no one else had to get hurt right?! And I kept Pops from getting hit with the cannon ball, that's all that matters right?" I say quickly, looking between the two of them.

After I spoke, everyone realized that they had been thinking about what I had become, rather than who I was. I liked being part of the crew, and I didn't want anything to happen to them.

I looked at Whitebeard who was smiling. He had also been watching me and he had thought about the events that had happened, and he believed that he had it figured out. "All you want to do is make sure that no one gets hurt right?" He asks, looking at me.

I nod. "Especially not you ..." I pause. "I like being on this crew ... I feel like I belong here, because everyone makes me feel like I do ... and I wouldn't want to lose this crew." I say. Whitebeard smiles, and reaches forward, patting my head.

"I didn't think that you'd ever go against us, but thank you." He sits back in his chair, smiling. My ears perk up, as my tail wags a bit. I then lunge forward and hug his leg, smiling, thankful that he knew that I would never turn against them.

Whitebeard laughed, and Marco walked over. "Willow ... I'm sor-" Before Marco could even finish, I turned around and ended up hugging him as well. I could understand his anger, but I didn't mind it. "It's okay." I say, and let him go. "We'll figure this out." I could feel everyone around me relax, and it definitely felt much better on the ship.

I wasn't sure how we were going to figure this out, but we were going too eventually.

(Authors note: Sorry that it was so long, but I hoped that you liked it. Also, if you've gotten this far, would you mind leaving a comment or sending me a message to tell me what you think about the story, thanks.)