Blue (Re-Written) Chapter 1, an one piece fanfic

A/N: Hey everyone, I'm so sorry for not updating in a while, but there are a few things that I want to change with the story. A brilliant reader gave me a few ideas, some of which I will input into the story. That person is Guest666-69, so if you're reading this, thank you so much! Antyway, here is the updated version of the story, but no worries, later on in the story you'll see the familiar content reappear. Review, Follow, Favorite, Share!

Chapter 1:

'Damn is it hot." She thought, wiping the sweat from her brow.

From on top of the building she currently called home, she nailed a hammer into the planks of wood covering a hole in the roof. It called for rain, and although she had no problem with water, she doubted her furniture and appliances would agree with her. Just as she was about to finish, she saw a small boat float into her makeshift dock. The side of the island that she resided on was rarely visited. This was due to the strong currents that usually pushed larger ships into the rocks, but then again, this man's boat was very small.

'What the hell?' she asked, staring at the man's hat, 'That thing is an abomination to headwear, but.." She glanced back down at the man who was tying upon his boat, "...it strangely suits him."

Suddenly, this mysterious man looked up at her, a wide smile on his face as he waved at her. It startled her for a minute. Usually people tend to ignore her, but this strange man was waving at her. Slowly, she raises her hand and waved back, sending him a guarded half smile. The man then made his way over to her.

'Oh no, this strange being is coming over here," She thought in a panic.

A brilliant idea then appeared to her. She kicked down the ladder that she used to climb up, and smiled smugly at the stranger.

'Now he can get up as much as an old man without viagra.' she thought with a smug grin.

"Hey, are you okay?" the man called.

From a closer distance, she'd could see that although the man was handsome, he had boyish features, especially when he smiled. What caught her attention most was his abs. Most of the men on this island were on the thicker side, and the ones that were fit didn't shamelessly display their bodies for everyone to see. She concluded that this man clearly was not from around here.

"I'm fine." She states stubbornly.

"Are you sure," He asked before smirking, "How are you gonna get down?"

'Crap I hadn't thought that one through.' she thought, before glaring at the sun, 'This damn sun and heat must really be getting to me.'

Before she even realised it, the boy jumped onto the roof, placing himself in front of her. As she tried to catch her breath from the scare he had just given her, he studied the work she was doing.

"Is this your work?" he asked.

She puffed out her chest, feeling proud that she did it all by herself and replies, "Yes" with a proud grin.

The man shook his head, "This is the worst patching I've ever seen." He turned to look at her once more, "You do realise that the shingles come after the wood and that you shouldn't nail diagonally, right."

"Then how are they supposed to stick together?" She pouted.

The man laughs before combing a hand through his hair, "I can fix it for you."

She raised a delicate eyebrow at that.

"What's the catch? I don't even know your name."

"I'm Ace, and there is not catch."

'No catch?' she asked. From observing his makeshift boat, she could see a raggedy flag. She automatically knew that he was a pirate. Why else would he have a god awful Jolly Roger? From previous experiences, she has learnt not to trust pirates almost as much as she should distrust marines. Then again, those who really knew her would say the same thing about her.

"It you're gonna fix my roof, then I'm going to allow you to stay here while you're on the island." She stated firmly, "But no funny business Mr. Pirate."

"I said my name was Ace."

"I know."

With that, she walked to the edge of the room and jumped off, much to Ace's alarm. His eyes were wide as he scattered over to where the mysterious girl had just jumped off. He let out a breath of relief when he saw that she was alright. Just as she was about to walk into her house again, he called out to her.

"You never told me your name."

"I know." came her snarky reply again.

Laughing to himself , Ace went back to mending what the girl had tried to do to fix her roof.

As Ace placed the last shingle on the roof, he wiped the sweat trickling down his forehead. He jumped down from the roof and looked around. There was nothing but trees surrounding the home of the mysterious girl. To the east of those trees lied a steep hill and cliff, with raging tides and currents that dragged his poor dinghy onto the girl's home island. The other side of the island was hidden behind yet another thick layer of trees and an even denser layer of fog that contrasted with the heat that the girl faced.

'Is she the only person that lives here?' he wondered to himself before entering the girl's house.

The minute he entered, he smelled like food cooking on the stove. He could smell the herbs being chopped, and some sort of browning being made, concluding that it was a soup of some sort being prepared. Of course, this results in his stomach growling viciously. He followed the scent into a reasonable sized kitchen with smooth wooden countertops. The girl had her back towards him as she learned over a stove.

"So are you going to stand there and stare at me?" she asked, startling him a bit. She then proceeded to turn to face him, "Are you some sort of pedo?"

'How did she...' He wondered before catching her insult.

"I'm not a pedophile!"

"Says the guy staring at the little girl." she stated as she turned to cater to her pot again

"With an old face like that?" Ace lied, turning his nose up at the girl.

The girl turned around, amethyst colored hair flailing around as she did so. Her brows furrowed as she stared at him in utter disgust, and Ace felt a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach.

"At least I don't smell like old seawater." She stated, "go take a shower, you're stinking up the whole place."

A relieved breath that he didn't know he was holding was released. Ace trailed behind the girl as she led him down the hallways of her home, which was surprisingly bigger than he originally thought it was. She opened the bathroom door for him, and passed him a towel.

"I'll wait for you to undress so that I can wash your clothes." She stated, closing the door.

The bathroom was clean and quaint. On the counter underneath her medicine cabinet, curlers, oils, a blow dryer and other hair products littered the granite counter. He then began to undress, handing the girl a basket with his dirty clothes.

"I'll have them dried and washed in a second."

When he was done with his shower, Ace found his clean clothes in the basket sitting on top of the closed toilet.

'When and how did she even get in here without me noticing or hearing the door open.' he wondered before proceeding to head for dinner.

'This man is so strange,' she thought as she watched the raven haired man sleep. One minute they were eating supper, the other he was faced down on the tabletop, snoozing away. 'Are all men like this nowadays?'

She shook the thought from her head and placed a note on the table next to the sleeping Ace's head. Pulling the hood of her cloak up, she jumped onto a tree, dashing from branch to branch at the speed of light. She could see it. Her destination was very close. The houses before her were tall, and made out of lavish, expensive materials. She jumped down through an opened window of one, landing softly next to the bed off a sleeping man. He was fat and honestly one of the ugliest beings she had ever seen, and there were a lot of them in this town. THey were men with pig-like features, but were practically made out of money. What made him exceptionally ugly was the two women that slept next to him, both beautiful. This was the main problem she had with this town. The women were gold digging whores, and the men were polygamous bastards. She swiped their jewelry, money, or anything she could fit into her sack that was of value. She continued to do this until her bag was filled to the brim, and from that house alone. The residents wouldn't even notice they were gone. She then ran down to where the "lower lives" were. Silently, she placed a small bag of goods, blankets and other necessities into each of the houses and left.

The next morning, the people were rejoicing. They thought that it was a sign of good fortune, that the gods were silently watching over them ands had seen there struggles. A little boy talked of a beautiful lady with blue hair, and described her for everyone.

"I saw her come in through my window. I was pretending to be sleeping." he stated, telling the story to everyone gleefully.

The people smiled at him, and threw a celebration. They knew that the rich folks would never dare to venture to their little community, thinking that they would catch a disease. In all of their excitement, they decided to build a statue of their saviour, not knowing that she stood there watching them from above.

"That was a nice thing you did."

She nearly jumped out of her skin. Turning to the voice, she glared at Ace as he smiled down at the village from on top of one of its houses.

"Yeah, and what of it?" she asked.

"Nothing," he stated, that smile never leaving his face, "I went to buy a few things this morning before I followed you here. I should be leaving very soon."

"And how does this concern me?" She asked again, trying to sound bored, but Ace saw the curious glint in her eyes.

"I just wanted to let you know in case you missed me."

"Miss you" she laughed, "I'm practically jumping out of my seat at the thought of you gone. You haven't been here a day yet and you're a nuisance. You ate half of my food supply in one night"

Shaking his head Ace turned his attention away from the village and onto her, "You know, it okay to let people in. You don't have to act all tough all the time. That's something my brothers taught me."

She stayed silent as he got up, preparing to leave again.

"Cheshire." she said softly over her shoulder

"Pardon?"

"Blue D. Cheshire. That's my name."

"Well then," Ace began with his signature smile, "My name is Portgas D. Ace, and it's been a pleasure."

A/N: Boom, there you have it. The first chappie. I'm so excited for this. Incase you guys didn't notice, this was from when Ace first began his adventure. He should be 17, and I think our dear heiress should be about 15. At first, I was going to make it so Ace would ask her to be apart of his crew, but I decided against it... for this chapter at least. That doesn't mean that she will accept it though. Antyway, see you guys in the next chapter. I appreciate every single one of you readers.