She didn't remember much about her last day. Just some fragments. She knew it was snowing. She knew for sure this guy who tried asking her for money was drunk.

She knew she should have just gone home.

But nope, little miss Lilith decided that acting like a rebellious teen was the proper solution for her mommy issues. Oh wait, she was a rebellious teen. Yeah, she really should have just stayed home.

She remembered stumbling into her friend and her boyfriend. Ha, who was she kidding? She didn't really have any friends. Just people she associated with on a daily basis. Anyways, she remembered her friend's boyfriend asking her if she wanted to go to this party.

She said yes.

Then her memory became a bit hazy. Maybe she was walking with no direction or she went home and changed clothes, who knew? But she did remember bits of pieces of being at the party.

It was a big ass mansion, probably owned by some richass people. She remembered getting drunk. She remembered grinding herself onto other people's bodies while the music trapped her away from the shitty reality she lived in. She remembered forgetting about all her problems.

She remembered making out with a lot of people, which didn't surprise her really considering she had shitty alcohol tolerance.

Then her memory was jumbled up again. Next thing she remembered was sitting on a bed, fully clothed mind you, a cigarette between her fingers. She remembered smoking that cancer stick while saying some stupid and deep stuff. Oh, she also remembered whining about stupid stuff too.

"Marriage leads to full-term commitment. Full-term commitment doesn't exist. It's stupid. I mean I could be in a relationship with you, but have feelings for this other dude. Marriage's just a load of bullshit expectations. Expectations leave people heartbroken and disappointed. Better not have any, you know?" She remembered asking this stranger she danced with.

"I don't know, you sound pretty bitter about it. Family issues?" He had guessed while taking a drag of his own cancer stick.

She remembered nodding. "My old man really couldn't keep it in his pants. Mom found out. They started arguing a fuck-ton lot, I remember just putting some headphones on and escaping into the world of comics. Stupid, but it worked."

"I didn't really give a fuck about my parents arguing, but it was annoying, you know? They selfishly brought me into this world, and then they start declaring their hate for each other? Fucking stupid, I tell you. As a little girl I thought they were rejecting my existence. Now? Couldn't give any fucks even if I tried." She didn't even remember why she spilled her story to a stranger.

She remembered him telling her his story too. Apparently he sold some hardcore drugs. She had promised not to snitch, and the fucker actually believed her.

(Ha, what could she do now anyways? Man, if she hadn't died she'd have totally rat the dude out.)

Basically she remembered losing her mind to the alcohol and drugs while pretending to be poetic and all that crap.

"So want to fuck?" She remembered him slurring at her.

She ddin't remember much about the deed. Just some images, like his tattoos, him biting on her collarbone, and basically she knew it was just a drunken one night stand.

Next thing she remembered was being in the backseat of her mother's car. She remembered her mother nagging and giving her a hard time.

"What made you think it was a good idea to go to the party of a stranger and having sex with your friend's boyfriend?!"

(To be fair she was too drunk to realize that the random stranger was actually her "friend's" boyfriend.)

She remembered sticking her tongue out at her mother. "None of your business."

"I thought you were supposed to be smart!"

She was smart. She was just tired of using her head when she was asked to go to the party. Sometimes being stupid was better than being smart after all. Stupid people have more fun than smart people.

"Clearly you're stupid!"

She remembered feeling defensive. "At least I'm not stupid enough to think I was in love with a dick and got a baby before realizing I wasn't!" She had shot back.

She remembered getting into a full blown argument with her mother.

She remembered the sound of honking making them stop.

She remembered that it was too late by then.

She remembered pain. Then nothing.

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Then something.

Cause she woke up again. The light blinded her, but she was too happy to give a crap.

Cause she was actually alive.

Then she immediately realized she wasn't in her body. And that her body felt smaller, more fragile. She heard the sound of a baby wailing.

Shut the fuck up, she thought feeling annoyed at the little shit. You're fucking annoying.

Then she realized that she's the baby.

She started crying louder.

After an eternity that was actually the span of five hours she accepted her situation. She didn't believe in reincarnation, but what else could be used to describe her situation? Although she was pretty darn sure one wasn't supposed to remember their past life.

(Not that she's complaining or anything.)

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She realized she has been reincarnated into a Japanese family.

She noted that maybe she unnerved orange blob and red blob. Oh, they're her parents in case you were wondering.

She didn't really care. She refused to cry like a damsel in distress for no reason.

She wanted orange blob's milk, like now.

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The smell of fire overwhelmed her nose.

She thought for a moment that she might die again. Her baby lungs couldn't withstand much smoke entering her system.

She noted that she should really stop dying young.

She wondered where orange blob and red blob are. They probably abandoned her. She did unnerve them after all.

She closed her eyes.

Well, this has been a shitty ride.

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When she opened her eyes she saw blue blob.

Blue blob was small.

A kid. She deduced. She wondered what was going on.

It seemed like blue blob's trying to play hero, but she didn't know for sure. For all she knew maybe blue blob wanted to eat her.

She was cold. Blue blob was warm. Well. At least she didn't have to worry about dying because of the cold, now if only she could figure out if Blue blob had food.

Then suddenly a pink blob came out of nowhere.

She laughs, cause, what was up with these ridiculous colors?

Blue blob and pink blob joined in with her laughter as well.

It almost makes her feel all warm and fuzzy. Except it started raining, and now she's cold again.

She wished for warmth.

Her wish didn't come true.

Cause later she felt rain pelting down on her and waves crashing onto the pink blob who seemed to be protecting her and blue blob.

Why do these blobs like playing heroes? She wondered feeling a headache coming on.

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Nojiko thought that Bell-mere was an odd woman. She loved her regardless, because Bell-mere's like the mother Nojiko had always wanted. Her real mother had been on the neglecting side, and that's putting it mildly.

That was why Nojiko wanted to draw Bell-mere.

"Nojiko?"

Nojiko paused in drawing the woman and looked up at a cooking Bell-mere, "Yes?" she asked.

"Could you go get Nami for me? It's almost time for lunch."

Nojiko mulled over the request for a moment before nodding, she stood up and made her way to their shared room with Nami. They all shared a room, because there was only one room. Nojiko didn't really mind. She liked sharing.

Nojiko thought that Nami was weird cause Nami didn't act like a normal baby's supposed to. Nami didn't cry much, Nami never bothered anyone, and Nami generally kept to herself.

Also, Nojiko couldn't help but feel small compared to Nami whenever she looked into the young girl's far too mature and almost doll-like eyes. It's stupid, she knows, because she was clearly the older one. But she still felt that way regardless.

Another thing Nojiko found weird about Nami was that Nami never tried talking nor imitating sounds like normal babies do. Neither did Nami try crawling. In fact, it seemed as if Nami's been sleeping away her life. When she wasn't sleeping, she'd just quietly observe them.

Nojiko shook away these feelings as she opened the door to the room. Her eyes widened, because Nami is crawling. Nami stopped and looked at her with a bored look. The look unnerved Nojiko more than it should.

"I-I…uh, Bell-mere told me to come get you." Noijiko explained herself, she then noted it's stupid, because there's no way Nami could understand her.

Nami sat down while Nojiko tried to compose herself. She's isn't supposed to be crept out by her own adopted little sister.

The ginger raised her chubby hands, the message clear for Nojiko. Pick me up. Hesitantly, Nojiko walked over and carefully picked the girl up.

She let out a shaky breath once she properly adjusted the ginger. She didn't know why, but she first thought Nami would claw her eyes out or something.

She missed the amused look Nami gave her as she walked back into the kitchen.

If it wasn't for the fact that Nami's breathing, Nojiko would have thought that the girl's dead.

Nami inwardly giggled. For some reason she got a kick out of messing with Nojiko. Oh, she knew she's in the One Piece world for some unexplained reason. She found it odd that she was reincarnated in a world she once thought to be fiction, but she decided to roll with it a few months ago.

Not like she could change what's been done already. The only thing she knew she could do was stay alive, make sure Luffy didn't get himself killed, and become rich and powerful beyond her wildest dream. She thought she's smart enough to work that out.

Aside from that she's pretty indifferent to being reincarnated in the One Piece world, sure she may miss her old life and mourn for it from time to time, but this life promised her adventure and riches. It promised her the chance for power. The chance for ultimate freedom, something she didn't have in her old life wherein everything she did was dictated by her mother.

Sure, she won't deny that a part of her felt guilty for stealing Nami's life, but who would notice anyways? (It doesn't matter, she still felt guilty. She's just denying it.)

Resisting the urge to yawn she looked at Nojiko. Like any other baby her eyes were immediately drawn in by Nojiko's hair. She raised her chubby hands and trapped Nojiko's hair in them. By the time Nojiko realized her intentions it was too late, because she's yanking on the blue strands with the look of childish joy.

"Ouch, Nami, it hurts!" Nojiko whined. "Bell-mere, help me!" She called as she entered the kitchen again.

Bell-mere turned off the stove at the panicked tone, only to pause at the very family like situation, her heart warmed at the scene. Then she laughed, because it's damn funny how a not even one year old baby could make an almost three year old girl beg for mercy.

"Bell-mere, this isn't funny!" Nojiko whined.

Bell-mere stopped laughing and gently pried off Nami's sticky little fingers from Nojiko's hair before taking the ginger in her own arms.

"It's actually kind of funny squirt."

Nojiko gave her a confused look.

"Losing to a baby, I mean." Bell-mere explained in a teasing tone.

Nojiko seemed a bit offended but then her face quickly turned dejected. "Nami doesn't respect me."

"Oh? What makes you say that?" Bell-mere asked.

"She doesn't listen to me, she never wants to play with me, and I think she doesn't like me. Maybe she even hates me." Nojiko explained with a childishly cute pout.

"Sounds to me like you're misunderstanding, Nami doesn't hate you Nojiko, she's just different from most kids, so she has a different way of showing it." Bell-mere gently told Nojiko.

"Really?"

Bell-mere nodded at her, "Ask Nami."

They both looked down to see a surprisingly peaceful expression on Nami's features, the expression they only get to see when Nami's asleep. The only normal expression Nami made, that was when she wasn't having nightmares.

"She's asleep again." Nojiko deadpanned.

"That she is." Bell-mere sheepishly smiled as she wondered when Nami isn't asleep.

"Forget it," Nojiko sighs earning a confused look from Bell-mere, "I mean, even if Nami doesn't like me, I'm still her big sister. I'm still supposed to protect her, because that's my job, isn't it?"

Bell-mere patted Nojiko's head with a soft smile, "Glad to see you're being mature about this Nojiko."

Nojiko smiled in return. Even if Nami was weird, it didn't matter, because she was still her little sister.

The next day Nami acts more like a normal kid and plays with Nojiko.

(She felt guilty for treating Nojiko like a toy, but she didn't stop.)

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Chapter End

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Edit date : 2/10/2016

Author's Note :

Hello my lovely readers, as you can see I changed my writing style back to how it was in the first version of this story. Give thanks to NobleFlare for that, because wow, you were right this story does flow better this way.

R&R

Have a nice day!