Make a difference.

Waking up seemed like a challenge. Or more of a goal I'd never achieve.

But I did.

And it filled me with such joy, I thought I'd die from laughing out so loudly, with tears stinging my eyes from the pure happiness.

I survived. A feat in itself, yet what kept me from celebrating was that I couldn't move. Only very jerky moves. As I opened my eyes, I felt the unease settle in deep inside of me and I broke out crying. I merely saw blurry blobs.

The accident must've seriously left some brain damage for me to be so numb to my body, as well as my poor eyesight. The numbness and jerky moves could be also consequences of being in a coma for a while. I was just grateful my family hasn't given up on me and kept me plugged at the machines for as long as I've probably been. I truly wished to see them, and they may have been at my side when I woke up, but I couldn't see them and before long, I was too tired and fell asleep.

Only later did I find out I haven't been in a coma or just woken up after a long surgery with a damaged brain.

I was a baby. Physically speaking, I was almost ready to be classified as a toddler, seeing as my growing motor-skills were making me able to roll around. And my sight has come back fully through the first five months of living my new life.

The idea still made me scoff loudly, even though it might have looked like a wrinkling of the nose while I made an odd sound in such a small form. The women around me always thought I was a cute little marshmallow. Or I hoped they did, because I couldn't understand a word they were saying. They were talking in a foreign language, and the name of it was at the tip of my tongue, but somehow I wasn't able to remember at first. Not until a child, around the age of six, called me Imouto. I choked on my spit and did a double take. It was definitely Japanese.

And the kid was a small girl with blue eyes and black hair. She didn't seem Asian, but I could be wrong.

She started blabbering to me, making me feel like I was retarded for not understanding her. What caught my attention was when she pointed at herself and said her name, before pointing at me and saying my name. Boa Hancock. Boa Cassia.

I must have fainted from the many thoughts that had run through my mind at the revelation.

And when I woke up, there was a new face staring me down. Big green eyes matching the green locks falling into the face of one of the Gorgon sisters, Sandersonia.

I felt the need to curse my luck and try getting into contact with Death, or some high-ranking deity that must've sent my sorry ass into the world of One Piece. Don't get me wrong, I felt pretty damn excited about the fact that I was in an anime series, or manga, but the dangers were unmistakable.

I knew I was on the island of Amazon Lily, together with my new sisters. Then I was struck by grief, the thought of family causing the image of four people popping up in my mind. A brunette woman in her forties, a man with straight light brown hair and piercing eyes, and two young girls standing before them. Both with brown hair like that of the man, and similar eyes as him. My old family. Mother, father and older sister. Bianca, Mark and Anna. A typical family, nothing amiss with the image. But the fact was, everything was amiss. For as of now, I wasn't Judy anymore. I was Cassia, one of the future Gorgon sisters.

The thought of the Gorgon sisters brought my heart into cardiac arrest. I needed to make sure they wouldn't be caught by the World Nobles. That they won't undergo what they did in the original story.

It was the usual thing anyone would do, if a person happened to be reincarnated into a fictional world you knew of. Anyone would change something, be it accidentally or planned out. If someone had sent you somewhere, it was to make a difference. Which were the exact words I could swear I've heard before I ultimately died, or when I woke up. Nonetheless, my mere existence had made a difference. There wouldn't be three Gorgon sisters, but four. If I survived for long enough to be one of them.

"Imouto," I looked up and met the green eyes of another older sister, Hancock not too far behind her, pouting just as the greenhead did. She was reaching through the wooden poles of my crib, towards my cheek. I gave a defiant glare and rolled out of the way, then sat up and puffed my cheeks out.

I may be older than both of them mentally, acting my physical age wouldn't hurt either of us. They just wanted their little sister to play with them, or just my attention.

Hancock seemed pleased as she said something that made Sandersonia blush while Hancock looked smug before moving to stand next to her, already reaching for me like the other one before her.

Were they having a small competition on who was my favorite sister? Because I wanted to play too.

I latched onto one of her fingers and nibbled on them. She made a disgusted expression before joining Sandersonia's giggling.

"Cute," a voice cooed and my attention went to a woman I've already seen a number of times. A woman in her late twenties with short black hair, orange eyes and the elegance of some sort of royalty. Another woman was usually not too far behind, and usually called her Yoko-sama. Which had left me with the belief of the woman being very important in Amazon Lily.

"Hancock, Sandersonia," the authority underneath the soft voice was undeniable.

"Okaa-san!" the joy radiating from my two sisters felt so powerful, it should've scorched me. The two girls ran to Yoko and wrapped their arms around the woman's thighs, the highest they could wrap their arms around.

Wait...Okaa-san!?

"My girls," Yoko smiled and I was staring at them, probably with a question mark floating above my head. Or multiple question marks. Somehow the woman turned her attention to me and gave a cheeky grin. "We don't want our little addition be left out." The grin only seemed to widen at my squirming as the three slowly walked towards me with a predatory air surrounding them. It wasn't like in the anime where you could see it, I could merely feel and imagine it. The whole world wasn't as anime-ish, and female body proportions weren't as disbelieving as the series let on. Sure, most women were curvy like that one Jenner sister, Kylie, in my previous world, with some curvier and bustier, but they didn't have twig-like waists.

I was brought out of my head when two arms snaked around myself and I was heaved up onto Yoko's hip, an arm securely around me while they all hugged the daylight out of the other. It felt nice, and I was glad that I was born into a loving family. I could've had bad luck and be born as an orphan, or into a family of nobles. That would've been interesting. Like it had been the case with Sabo.

They'd have gone insane by the time I was ready to pack and get the hell out of the house of a 'noble' family.

Yes, I was lucky compared to others. At that time I've forgotten about the Celestial Dragons.

It was a few days after my birthday that our mother gave birth to one Boa Marigold.

The kid was a crybaby, and seemed to take pleasure in wailing at ungodly hours. I was unfortunate to be awoken by the sound of them because I had the privilege to be sharing my bedroom with the shrilly little thing.

And barely a week after her birth, mother fell ill and succumbed to the illness that had befallen her. My birthday wish by now had made me realize how stupid I had been. I've wished for the happiness to last, that the series' information regarding them had been faulty, or that I've made enough of an impact to change things for the better. I haven't. It was a bitter pill to take. Sandersonia seemed to take it the hardest. She looked like the life has been drained out of her, yet she took care of me and Marigold. Very good care. She was a sweetheart and suffered in silence, but the time she spent with little Mari brightened her days.

Hancock didn't take it well either, naturally. The two were old enough to understand simpler things, and that their mom won't be coming back to them was terrifying indeed. She wanted to take Yoko's role as our guardian, with Sandersonia being the nurturing one, and her the over-protective one.

Meaning, when I started to walk and run, she was always close, like my shadow, if not closer. It was endearing in its own way, but I needed my freedom.

And I was getting good at sneaking around.

I've yet to say my first word, but I was contemplating on saying Nee-chan when my older sisters were both present. Back to sneaking around. I found a room in the building we lived in, filled with a lot of books. I figured it was the time to start speaking and request being taught how to read and later on, to write. My gut feeling told me that both Hancock and Sandersonia would be strict teachers for such a task and they'd work me to the bone.

Currently, I was climbing out of my crib, which was sadly next to Mari's, intending to slip through Hancock's hands like sand.

"Cassia..." a disapproving voice said, one I was more than familiar with by now. I sheepishly grinned at my oldest sister, with an amused yet worried Sandersonia behind the blackhead. "You could hurt yourself by trying to climb like that."

I quickly let go and plopped down onto the soft blankets I was usually curled up like a kitten. "Sowy..." I muttered, gaze on the floor, before I realized I let myself slip.

Although it was worth it, going by the shit-eating grins both sisters sported. Even Mari gurgled happily in the neighboring crib. The two got me out of the crib and hugged me tightly and I swear Hancock's eyes had glistered with unshed tears when they scooped me into their fierce embrace. I thought what the hell and added a bonus. "Nee-chan!"

The way they reacted was priceless.

"Cassia!" I ran away from the Old Nyon's nagging and laughed at the offended look that crossed her face.

I was three and a real troublemaker.

She's been trying to teach me about herbs and some kind of healing teas, but I could barely sit longer than an hour, listening to her lectures that somehow always turned into nagging on how to behave. Hancock didn't fully approve of my pent up energy and how I used it, but I could see she enjoyed it just as much as Mari. The girl was my height already, and a pretty thing. I've always loved the many colors hair in anime could be.

It was funny to see it in real life. Like Sandersonia's green locks. Those were just as green as some of the snakes, even vivider.

I had Hancock and Yoko's black hair, coupled with copper-colored eyes. But I definitely had the same nose and lips as Hancock, both of us getting them from Yoko.

Bless the woman that gave birth to all of us. I still yearned to see her walk into Mari and I's room with a motherly smile before being tackle-hugged by us. The four of us were close-knit siblings, and even if by blood we were probably only half-sisters, I embraced them like I would've embraced Anna or anyone I viewed as family. Those three became the sole focus of my existence. And my protectiveness over Mari was nothing like Hancock's over me. I was constantly around the orange-head, often calling her carrot-top, even though she wasn't yet understanding I was teasing her. Then there was the Elder Nyon, who wasn't the one to take care of us, but often came by and checked if we needed anything and taught us things.

She was the one who taught me how to read and then write. But the woman wanted me to be an overachiever. I still felt hand-cramps at the mention of Nyon's teacher-mod. That old had was cray-cray.

My sneaking abilities also reached new heights as it was handy when it came to avoiding Nyon on a lecture-rampage, as well as the women on the island after I pulled harmless pranks. I mean, nobody ever came to harm, I shouldn't be getting those scoldings over and over again. I was three, they should know better than to try convincing a stubborn child like me into obedience. I wasn't Hancock, the little angel. Even Sandersonia joined once or twice, depending on how playful she felt like being, but Hancock had finesse and politeness. She wasn't strict per see, but it was often taken as strictness by Mari. The little devil was worse than me. She might be well on her way to becoming a little sadist with how she planned out pranks, the perfect mastermind.

One wouldn't have expected her to be cunning. Especially not when she was barely two years old. And as tall as me...

My height was a sore subject. I would soon be the smallest out of us, which didn't sit well with me. Hancock was six years older than me, so naturally she was taller, as well as slimmer since she didn't possess much of the baby-fat children did by now. Sandersonia was also older than me by four years and taller than Hancock by an inch, for now. And Mari would grow to be a tall woman.

Back to when I was thinking about how each of them possessed traits that haven't been seen in the series. They weren't characters anymore, and I couldn't simply analyze their background and theorize how the events changed each of them.

Each of them had their favorite color, food, song, book, possession...Things that weren't important in the series. Only their background has been important enough to be mentioned about all of them, with going a bit in depth with Hancock's character as she later played an important role for Luffy. She was the one to lead Law to Amazon Lily where they rested for a while, and then Rayleigh found them there and took Luffy under his wing.

I shuddered when I remembered what could happen to us. The Celestial Dragons...

What could I do? I didn't know when they were taken as slaves, or where. I just knew they were on a ship at the time, that they escaped because Fisher Tiger had gone on a rampage and that they were found by the Elder Nyon, Shakki and Rayleigh.

"Cassia~" Mari poked my cheek and I scowled, swatting her hand away. All of them liked to poke my cheek, although I wasn't all that different. I usually tried to tickle them, or mock-fight with them, usually just Mari, because the other two would clearly win and I was a rather sore loser at times. "Play wih me!" she still had a bit of trouble with her speech, but it was better than two months ago. Nyon took note of Mari's difficulty and quickly interfered. The old cot said I was bad influence and that Mari usually just listened to instructions she got from me for pranks than try to talk. I might have broken a teacup on accident. But really? Mari spoke just fine when needed, like the times she schemed our pranks.

Not me.

"Sure," I agreed on a whim and took her hand in mine as we walked down the street, a few women cooing at our adorable appearance, but some shot us playful glares all the while giggling when they thought we didn't pay attention to them. Obviously the latter ones have experience with us and wouldn't trust our innocent doe-y eyes, or the puppy expression. At least not at first. They'd soon giggle and wave their little 'pettiness' off and we'd be back to when they thought we were adorable little angels. Until we struck again.

I internally cackled as a small girl ran off into the other direction at the sight of the two of us.

Usually I didn't go very far, but I wanted to see the jungles of Amazon Lily. I glanced at Mari and nodded to myself. We wouldn't go very far, explore a bit and then come back.

In the end, I ended up being treated by Nyon because I fell off a tree and a branch cut my arm deep enough to bleed a bit. It wasn't anything serious, but by the thunderous expression on Hancock's face, as well as Sandersonia's tight-lipped state, I might be screwed.

Indeed I was. After a good ol' lecture, I wasn't allowed outside the backward for longer than three hours a day. Similar to being grounded.

I used the three hours a day to exercise. I ran laps, stretched out stiff muscles and tried a few yoga poses that I could remember. The Elder Nyon had given me a weirded out look, but I didn't focus on that. I needed to get in shape. The little fall in the jungle had been a slight wake-up call. I didn't know if we would face any danger before the Celestial Dragons' situation, and we could all be hurt. Not anything fatal or to leave scars behind, but still. The series haven't ever gone into depth with many characters so I didn't know what would come our way. Not theirs or mines, ours. Like hell I'd leave them alone if they'd be going through horrible things. I might not be the sanest person out there, but I was stable and able to provide some kind of stability for them to cling to.

I did fear I'd be caught and made a slave too, and what might follow, but I couldn't shy away after bonding so strongly with those three. I would be a coward and I might not be able to shoulder the guilt which would explode in my face if only those three would get taken by the snot-nosed motherfuckers. It'd be like I had a hand in their kidnapping as I didn't stop it from happening and nor did I get dragged with them to provide some kind of reassurance. It'd eat me alive.

And then the day came when we got kidnapped by the World Nobles.