Chapter 4

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Marco entered a decent sized cabin with a desk, chair, wardrobe and a regular bed. He set Lupa down on the bed and unwrapped the red scarf from her body "well, you're in a room now so I don't think you'll fly off yoi, even if you do I can catch you pretty easily haha!" he smiled and placed the red scarf on the side table, "you don't have to be so timid yoi" Marco spoke to the bird, but Lupa wasn't being timid, she was trying to focus a little static on the man, she knew it would cut her time in her form short, but it could be enough to knock him out. Marco reached out to pat the bird and with that Lupa released an electrical shock into his hand. Marco was unfazed as he pulled his hand away slowly, "ow?" he seemed to ask "well, well, seems you might not be a normal bird then yoi..." his silver eyes looked down at her, she was a little upset that the attack didn't even faze him, she was a little more scared now, "man, I don't even know how long it's been since I've been in this form..." she thought to herself, "that attempt at an attack didn't even work and now my time has shortened," Lupa didn't notice Marco had turned and grabbed a glass vile on his desk, she only noticed when he popped it open and dumped sea water on her "AH" Lupa yelled as her body was forced into her human form, her damp lilac hair draped over her face as it settled and her body flumped weakly and she sat on the bed "well that explains it yoi," Marco chuckled as he put the vial back on his desk, "don't worry, it wasn't enough to completely leave you weak yoi, but enough to reverse yo-" He stopped as he looked over at Lupa, who was pushing the hair off her face, her golden eyes looked up at him with irritation, freckles deeming her cheeks, "Holy shit yoi..." the blond man grabbed her by the arm and Lupa let out a loud growl, "you..." he said quietly, "who?!" Lupa demanded, "who is your mother yoi...?" Marco asked quietly "if you let go of my arm and back the fuck up maybe I'll tell you...seeing as you have my sisters locked up I doubt I have an option to deny answers..." She jerked her arm away from him and he backed up to sit down, Lupa looked him up and down before starting "my mother is Bellra Leaow, I was born in the north blue...I am the oldest sister of the siren sisters and I have never met my father, my mother told me he was out on the seas....so I'm travelling to find him..." She finished her short summary and stood from the bed, "please release me and my sisters so I can continue my search" Lupa looked down at Marco with a piercing gaze, one he's seen before, "come with me" Marco said quickly leaving Lupa slightly confused, he approached the door and opened it, waving his hand for her to follow.

Lupa practically chased Marco down the hallways as he lead her to the upper deck, all the while Marco seemed to be figuring things out to himself, "the purple hair, the yellow eyes...should explain things..." Lupa barely heard him as he opened the doors to the upper deck and quickly flew himself up to Whitebeards side to speak into his ear. Lupa hid slightly behind the door frame as Whitebeard looked over, his gold eyes meeting her gold eyes. The crew had grown silent as they watched the old man stand and walk slowly over to the door, he knelt down on one knee and looked at Lupa with a look of peace and happiness, He towered over the small quivering women who was about to run down the hall, but she stopped, as the man lowered a hand over to her, "I hear you have searched far across the seas in search of your father.." he began, Lupa nodded at him, "you do not have to search anymore.." He spoke softly and Lupa's eyes widened as she realized what he meant, it made sense, her mothers purple hair, his white hair, the freckles on her cheeks and her golden stare, her mother had always told her stories about how her father was a great and powerful man, how his look alone could scare off any enemy, but now that he stood before her, she didn't know what to do all she could do, was reach her tiny hand to grasp the much larger hand of her fathers.

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