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CHAPTER 1

Her death had happened all too fast for the realization that she was dying had yet to sink in until her bleary eyes took in the horrendous sight of a large and thick metal pipe protruding out from her lower abdomen, its metal casing drenched in the very liquid of her life blood in a grotesque resemblance of a hotdog drenched in a copious amount of ketchup.

The first thing that settled in was the excruciating pain from the deep and extremely emphasized puncture in her stomach. She knew she needed to find something to cut the metal into something smaller to stem the blood flow, but there was nothing useful in sight, and she wasn't idiotic enough to pull the tube out of her since that would just result in her dying from blood loss even faster.

The second thing that came to mind was that she should be screaming—screaming until her lungs had shriveled up into pathetic and dried up pieces—but she couldn't find the energy to do that, especially when she looked around at the wreckage of the ambulance that the most likely drunk truck driver had caused before he'd cowardly sped away from the accident. She saw her fellow co-workers on the ground, with blood coating their faces, and she feared the worst.

Nonetheless, she pushed herself up from the ground—pushed herself while tolerating the pain that came from the miraculously short metal tubing lodged right through her lower abdomen. She knew that even if somebody had already called for help, they wouldn't be here fast enough to save her life; so, she'd done the only thing that she could think of whilst at the last moments of her life: to do her job.

She'd dragged herself to her co-workers, checking their pulses to see if they were alive, and she nearly breathed out a sigh of relief when each and every one of their pulses thrummed slowly yet strongly against her fingers. She ripped up her skirt into shreds, long enough to be tied around the more serious injuries of her co-workers and stopping the blood from flowing out.

Then finally, when the pain in her stomach had dulled into a numbness and the threat of sleep had started to creep out from the dark crevices of her mind, she stumbled upon her latest and most likely final patient—a little young boy by the name of Angelo who'd been said to have collapsed right after he and his family had dinner; according to his parents, there was a pain in his lower back and lower abdomen that he'd been complaining about, but they'd just assumed that it was because of the new school he'd started in. She'd diagnosed him with appendicitis the moment she felt the swelling from underneath the skin of where his appendix should be, and she'd assured the parents that he'd be fine and by tomorrow morning he'd be safe in the confines of a hospital bed.

Suffice to say, she'd nearly had a cardiac arrest when she saw that his dextrose had snapped, and she hurriedly removed its needle from the boy's wrist before any more bacteria could enter the boy's bloodstream.

She couldn't find it in herself to breathe out a sigh of relief when she located an unharmed dextrose nearby, too tired to do anything aside from dragging herself to it. Plucking the dextrose from the rubble, she made her way back to Angelo, kneeled down, struggled to find a vein in the boy's wrist, uncapped the needle, then pierced the first vein she'd seen and sealed it off with the tape that had held the previous dextrose after wiping out the blood that had spurted out with the clean handkerchief she'd hidden in her pocket.

She checked the boy's pulse, mentally berating herself for not doing that in the first place, and her shoulders relaxed when she felt a steady and strong thrum from his pulse.

She looked around one last time at the people that she'd managed to help, and that's when she spotted a young man running out of the convenience store and towards the wreckage that she was in. She smiled at him when he neared her, feeling a little bit amused when his eyes widened at the grotesque image of a metal pipe coming out of her abdomen, and she was momentarily surprised to see his mouth move yet not hear any words reach her ears.

He came over to her, cradling her in one arm whilst the other moved to hover over the tube in her body.

"No," she told him, but even she couldn't hear her own voice. "Help...the others," she said, and coughed out and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand; unsurprised to see that blood had stained the entirety of the appendage. "It's too late for me," she told him after a long while of painful breathing.

But the young man seemed persistent in helping her, because he shook his head and told her something that she couldn't quite understand with deafened ears.

"No," she repeated, placing her cleaner hand over his, and she noticed that he was trembling. Poor guy, he was most likely going to be traumatized by this event. "Help...them. Call 9...1...1. They'll...need it...more...than I...do," she said with difficulty, coughing out loudly and muttering an apology when her blood sprayed onto his dark green shirt that was slowly starting to gray out now that she noticed.

Her body was starting to fail her. First her hearing, then her sense of taste, now her eyesight, and then her sense of touch would disappear which would happen when her organs finally collapsed altogether from the strain of her large wound.

She closed her eyes, prepared to accept her death with open arms. She'd lived a fulfilling life, done her job to the very end just as she'd always wanted to, and now she could finally let go of the last sliver of life inside of her.

And then, with the numbness engulfing her entire being and the darkness caging her consciousness in its unrelenting hold, she slipped away into what felt like death.

And for once in her entire life, she felt that she was truly at peace with herself.

Only for that peace to be ripped away from her when she wakes up with a resounding cry at the tremendous and unavoidable throbbing that comes from her entire body. When she opens her eyes, she is immediately blinded by a great white light that makes her head ache even more, and she closes her eyes to get rid of the pain as she wails and wails out her agony at the feeling of her entire body being encased by the smoldering flames of what should be hell at this very moment.

But then, the pain ceases when she feels something big and warm wrap itself around her body, and she's only realized that it weren't the very flames of hell that were hurting her but the icy sensation of the cool wind that was freezing her body to the point of pain. She releases another cry, this time one out of confusion because where is she? What happened? Why is she still alive?

And she is most surprised when she feels her body being cradled into something even bigger and warmer, and she swears that her heart had stopped beating for a few seconds when she hears a voice from above speak.

"Luffy..." The voice speaks, but she doesn't dare open her eyes, in fear of seeing something that she doesn't want to see. "...Come to finally see the big wide world, haven't you?" The voice is feminine, and it speaks in a lilting and loving voice that makes her finally open her eyes once she's deemed it say enough to open her eyes slowly to prevent getting blinded by the great white light.

"...Oh," the blurry image of a woman with her hair sticking to her sweaty face appears, and all she could do is blink out the blurriness in her eyes to get a better picture. "You have your father's eyes..." the woman says with teary eyes, and all she can do in reply is blink up at the unknown woman.

Who...is this?

"What are you talking about?" A gruff voice says from the side, and she has to crane her neck to get a good look at the person. She nearly emits out a cry of fear at the blurry yet obviously terrifying features of the man seated right beside the woman, but she manages to swallow it down and replace it with a cautious and wary stare at the man. "She has your eyes," he grunts, but there's something in the tone of his voice that's soft despite its roughness.

The woman blushes a bit at that comment, and looks down at her with inquisitive eyes. "...Huh. You're right," and then the woman suddenly laughs out loud. "Thank goodness Luffy does! I don't know what I'd do if she inherited any parts of your face," the woman laughs, whilst the man growls out in a threatening kind of way that makes her huddle into the comforts of the woman's cradle.

It takes her a few more minutes to connect the pieces together—blame it on her shock from dying just a few minutes ago, okay?—but once she does, she can literally feel her entire brain malfunctioning at the thought of being reincarnated and in the body of a newborn baby. She doesn't know what else to do, hasn't decided yet what to do, but it's only when she feels her new mother(?) rock her in her arms with the tune of a soft yet hypnotizing lullaby, does she decide what she should do first.

Getting some well deserved sleep.

Being a newborn baby is honestly boring—especially when she's lived what she supposes is an exciting life with adrenaline pumping through her veins as she struggles to save a person's life with only the knowledge in her head and the limited amount of tools in hand to help her—and it's really humiliating, since she can't just stand up and waltz to the nearest bathroom to take a piss or a shit. It's a horrifying experience that she wishes she'll never have to live consciously through again, because having to personally cry out for her mother's attention because you had no choice but to soil yourself? It's terrible and embarrassing.

She's a grown woman, for goodness's sake! Albeit a grown woman in a baby's body, but a grown woman nonetheless!

But she learns to adapt to being a baby again, and learns a few more things about the new life she's living as.

Her name is supposed to be Luffy. She doesn't know if it's a nickname of sorts, but that's what her new parents call her. It's a name she's familiar with, because it's identical to the name of the main character of an anime she'd watched since she was but a young girl, and she doesn't know whether she should feel flattered or creeped out because she had a crush (as in, a big, fat, fangirl crush) on Luffy from One Piece because, well, he was funny, okay? And he had the courage of a Gryffindor and he was willing to die for his nakama, and damn, did any of you see his abs? Especially after that two-year timeskip? She'd admit that her hormones had gone out of whack during her puberty stage after seeing those babies, okay?

And don't even get her started with Zoro's or Mihawk's or Shank's or Ace's abs, because she'll just be waxing poetry about those particular parts of their body for hours.

Anyways, back to the point, her new name is Luffy, and she has no idea where the hell she is. Oh, she can tell that they're on a boat, what with the way the entire room rocks every now and then as well as the sound of waves crashing against the side of the boat which is what's helped lull her to sleep at least four times a day—and her theory of being reincarnated as the Luffy from One Piece seems even more real no matter how much she tries to shove it in the back of her head.

She doesn't know the name of her parents, because they keep referring to one another as 'dear' or 'love' or 'idiot' sometimes, much to her irritation, but it's only when her eyesight has cleared up after a month does she actually get a much clearer and better view of her father, which promptly makes her burst out into tears much to her parents's worry.

Because only an idiot or someone who isn't familiar with the plot and characters of One Piece would never recognize her new father—who's as scary looking as he's depicted in the series. With his slicked back, spiky black hair and sharp eyes with the left one framed by a tribal-like tattoo the color of blood itself, her father is none other than the infamous leader of the Revolutionary, Monkey D. Dragon.

And that's when she truly believes that she's Luffy—as in the Luffy, as in that gluttonous rubber man who's life's goal is to be the Pirate King and who's survived through millions of situations where he should've died in but hasn't because of his otherworldly luck!—and she feels lost because there's no way she can be that Luffy, no way she can go through what he had.

So, she deals with her problems as she's always had, shoving them to the back of her mind to mull over for later, and continues to enjoy her life as a baby for as long as she can.

It's usually her mother who takes care of her; which is why it's a huge surprise to her when the door swings open and in walks in her nightmare of a father with his heavy boots loudly creaking the wooden floorboards underneath.

She looks up at him with big, black eyes and she tilts her head at him when he nears her. She stops herself from flinching when he suddenly scoops her up in his big arms, but she does wiggle around before she settles comfortably in the crook of his elbow. When her eyes meet his, it takes all of her willpower to not look away, because there's something in them that says he's judging her for her worth and seeing what she could offer him despite her tiny size.

So, she does what she's always done to melt the heart of her mother right after she's been fed; she brings her arm up and pats her father where his heart should be, because that's as high as she can reach him for now, and she gives him a big, wide, and toothless smile that she hopes conveys her adoration for him because he's a Revolutionary leader for fuck's sake, and he deserves all the respect he gets, wanted criminal or not.

He blinks down at her, looking as if he's assessing her for one long moment, before the corners of his own lips stretch out into one hell of a grin that could make any lesser baby cry out in fear.

She manages to stop herself from becoming a lesser baby.

"You have your mother's smile too," he says, scary eyes looking softer than before, with so much love and affection in both his gaze and voice, as he rocks her in his arms.

She doesn't know what to do but enjoy the feeling of warmth and protection and love enveloping her into an embrace as she leans in closer to her father's chest, listening to the hypnotizing sound of his heartbeat, and silently dreading what would become of their little family in the future because she wants this and she doesn't want to let it go.

She wants to keep this happiness.

When she first learns how to stand up and shakily walk on her own, she's at least eight months old, a month too early for the average baby to walk, but neither of her parents notice this because she's their first child and neither of them take mind to it because they're too busy gushing (more of her mother, and less of her father) about this new milestone she's accomplished.

When she turns a year old, her first birthday is spent in the confines of her room, the only place she's ever been in this new life, but her parents are there the whole day to make it more special than the average day. Her mother tells her stories—tales of the old that's been passed down from generation to generation in every island she's been in, and stories about warrior princesses fighting for their right for freedom and true yet forbidden love—whilst her father cradles her in her arms as they sit on the ground, with him adding in his own personal comments about her mother's exaggerated way of storytelling with rolling eyes.

And then, once the sun's rays has stopped filtering in through the tiny window in her room, and as they tuck her to bed in her crib, her parents share a look that Luffy can't identify for the life of her, and the look that they share scares her and rocks her to the very core with fear and dread, and she wonders if now is the time they should be part, but her worry subsides when her mother leans in to kiss her on the forehead with soft lips, and a whisper of sweet dreams and I love you, and her father surprisingly does the same to her.

But it's only when she speaks her first word, does her happiness come crumbling down on her like shattered glass.

It's been two whole months since her birthday, and two whole weeks since she's seen her father come into her room with a broken look on not only his face but in his eyes as well. His shoulders are stiff and there's a suffocating aura around him when he nears her that almost sets her into tears, but she remembers that he would never harm her when he picks her up and cradles her in his arms, his chin placed directly on top of her head that's starting to grow some hair.

The distinct and very familiar smell of blood enters her nostrils when she buries her face in his neck, and already she fears the worst for her mother when she feels her father's shoulders tremble ever so slightly.

And for two whole weeks, it's only her father who takes care of her. He changes her diapers all the time; sometimes, there are times when he forgets to feed her, but never once has he left her to starve for an entire day. He puts her to bed every night, with a kiss on her forehead, and that sad and lost look in his eyes.

And not once has she seen any sign of her mother.

A few more weeks pass, and as each day passes, her father starts looking much worse than the day before. She notices the eyebags underneath his eyes, the tired and weary way he holds himself, and the smiles he gives her have dimmed until only a small amount of light is left in there.

She doesn't know how to comfort him, aside from patting the part underneath his chin and snuggling into his chest. Smiling brightly at him would just damage him even more, because she can tell that now is a time of mourning and not of happiness.

And she mourns in her own way too—when her father's long left and it's been way too long in the night, she buries her face into the softness of her pillow and cries out silently because her mother's gone, and she doesn't even know if she's alive or not. Some daughter she is, huh?

On one faithful day that she'll never ever forget for the life of her, her father brings her outside of her room for the first time since she's been born. She's never known how much she's missed being outside until the familiar and oh so beautiful bright blue sky appears in her vision and she's left blinking up in awe at her new surroundings.

The heat of the sun's rays beat down on her tiny head, the familiar sound of the waves crashing to and fro the side of the admittedly small ship they're in enters her ears in much higher hertzes, the unfamiliar salty scent of the ocean drifts into her nostrils and she finds that it isn't an unpleasant scent in the least but more of a pleasant one that makes her relax even more in her father's cradle.

And, much to her surprise, there seems to be another ship right by them with a single wooden plank connecting the two boats. Alarmed, she looks around to see if her father had any companions around, and she feels her heart jump straight into her throat when she realizes that there is nobody else on deck aside from her and her father.

"Shh," her father murmurs quietly, rocking her in his arms in an effort to calm her down. And, much to her surprise, he hides her underneath the darkness of his cloak to obstruct anybody's view of her, which honestly doesn't do much to appease her worry and concern. Shifting a bit, she sits up a little bit straighter and peeks through a small hole that she's managed to locate in her father's cloak.

Her gaze immediately drifts towards the other ship, which is easily thrice as big as their own ship, with a dark blue interior and a large mast that proudly displays the shadowed figure of a dark blue seagull with what looks like a narrow wrench below. But it's the words written underneath the symbol that makes her tense up.

MARINE.

And, not even a full second after, she hears shouts coming from the Marine ship before a humongous figure dressed in white boards the plank and struts towards their own boat with a calm yet determined gait. It's the tanned skin and greying, spiky hair and scruffy beard that gives the new person's identity away, and she instinctively curls closer to her father's chest when she sees the furious look in those dark eyes despite the calm mask that's placed over it.

"...Dragon," Garp—a well-respected and well-feared Marine, the so called 'Hero of the Marines' because of his tremendous strength and great skill to be able to corner the Pirate King several times, and her grandfather of all things—acknowledges with a casual air.

"...Father..." Her own father acknowledges back, and she can tell by the way he shifts that he's nervous about something.

She feels dread settle within the bottom of her stomach when she realizes that this might be when her father gives her up to her grandfather.

"Why'd you call me out here? In East Blue of all places too?" Garp demands, straight to the point, as he crosses his arms over his broad chest, his mouth set into a displeased scowl. "And what gave you the balls to even call me out here in the first place, huh? Especially after that last stunt you pulled?"

Her father shifts again in place, and she stills reflexively when he adjusts his hold on her. Unfortunately for her, it seems that Garp had noticed her moving underneath her father's cloak, and she can see the greyed eyebrow her grandfather raises.

"And what's that you got there in your arms? Planning on attacking me with some kind of secret weapon?" Garp asks, sounding amused of all things, the furious look in his eyes instantly disappearing, only to be replaced with delight. "BWAHAHAHA! Don't underestimate your old man just because I'm old, you brat!" He roars out loud with infectious laughter.

Her father starts shifting again. "No...I have a request," he says, adjusting his cradle on her once more. "I need you to take care of something for me," he continues, before he's cut off by Garp.

"Take care of something?" And there's a sharp edge to his voice this time that makes her shrink back as she feels the air around them shift into something tense and heavy that makes it harder for her to breathe in. "Dragon, if this is another—"

"I have a daughter," her father states bluntly, and she can see through the peep hole that Garp's words immediately die out in his throat, a shocked expression making its way onto his wrinkled face. "And I need you to take care of her for me," her father requests.

There is a brief silence that encompasses the heavy air around them, until Garp breaks it with a sharp inhale of breath. "...A daughter?" He questions, as if he's unable to believe such a thing. "You have a child?" He asks, sounding bemused and surprised all at once. "Since when?"

"Since last year," her father answers easily enough, and she can feel that sharp nod that he gives. Then, he brings her out from the cloak to reveal her to Garp, who intakes another sharp and disbelieving breath once his gaze lands on her. "Her name is Luffy. She was born on the fifth of May and she'd turned a year old three months ago," he introduces her.

She blinks a few times at Garp before she looks up at her father with a tilt of her head, eyebrows drawn together and bottom lip sticking out with a tremor.

He doesn't pay any heed to her, not even bothering to glance down at her.

"...Will you take care of her for me?" Her father asks once again, and there's nothing on his face to betray the sudden constriction of his throat that she can see from his arms.

"W-Where's her mother?" Garp stutters out, a rare feat indeed, and he looks much more lost than her father as he looks at her with wide eyes.

The deafening silence around them is answer enough, and she can see Garp swallow with sweat beading down his forehead.

It's an amusing sight to be honest, and she would've laughed if her father wasn't giving her up.

"Will you take care of her for me?" Her father repeats the question, and she curls her hands around the soft fabric of his shirt until she's gripping them tightly with fists that are starting to pale in color. She doesn't want to be separated from her father, canon storyline be damned. This is her life dammit and she's not willing to give it all away again just because she'd been reincarnated as the main character of a popular anime. She has a choice in this, but it seems, with this tiny one-year old body of hers, she doesn't really have a lot of options around.

But when she sees the look on Garp's face that's reluctant and unwilling at best, she starts deluding herself with hopes that this storyline might be different—that Garp will deny taking care of her and she'll be left in the safety of her father's supervision as she grows older under his sharp eyes—but her hopes are shattered when the expression on his face hardens with what seems like determination as he holds her arms out to take her.

No. Her fists instinctively tighten on their hold on her father's shirt, and she feels betrayed when her father walks towards Garp without a single word, easily breaking her grip from his shirt, and depositing her into the much larger arms of his own father.

Almost immediately, she starts squirming in Garp's hold, because she doesn't want to be here, she wants to be with her father. She wants familiarity in this big and scary world where she'll get hurt and experience dying several times.

"Raise her well for me," her father says; for the first time looking down at her so that their gazes could meet since he'd brought her up to the deck to see the outside world for the first time in her new life. She can see the way his eyes soften for her, a solemnly sad expression on his face—and she realizes right then and there that he doesn't want to give her up but he has to because she'll just be a liability for him, a weakness that any of his enemies could exploit, extra luggage that will only bring him down in his quest to overthrow the World Government and to revolutionize the entire world itself; even so, her eyes well up with big, fat tears and she selfishly reaches her arms out to him, a silent plea to take her back.

He gives her a small smile, pats her on the head a few times, and takes a step back that makes both her heart crack and her stomach drop. "You be good now, okay?" He tells her, and she whimpers at him in reply. His hand digs into one of the many pockets of his pants, and he pulls something out from within its depths to show it to her.

When she catches sight of the item, her tears don't stop, but her whimpers do.

The locket is silver in color, suspended in the air by a thin chain that looks as if it could easily break. Its surface gleams temptingly as the sun's rays hit it, and she can tell that her own dark eyes are gleaming back at it as she stares at it with no little amount of interest.

But her father doesn't give it to her; instead, he hands it over to Garp under her watchful gaze. "Here," her father says as Garp accepts it with his other hand, curiously fiddling with it around the meaty appendages that are his fingers. "That belonged to her mother. Give it to Luffy once she's old enough," he instructs Garp who slowly nods in affirmation.

"Will I be expecting any future visits from you?" Garp asks with a drawl of his tongue, adjusting his cradle on her until he gives up when she struggles once more and lets her sit upright on the bulk of his arm with her back pressed against his chest and his other hand going around her to keep her from falling.

"No," her father immediately answers. "It'll just attract unwanted attention. It's best if I'm not there when she grows up," he elaborates.

"Are you sure you really want to give her to me?" Garp asks her, looking down at her with the same dark eyes that she has. He doesn't smile at her, neither does he scowl at her, so she's not really sure what his opinion of her is.

"...It's for the best," her father answers after a long moment.

"I see..." Garp notes. "...You take care of yourself too, Dragon. And put some meat in your bones too, you're looking a tad bit thinner than last time," he scolds and her father nods in reply. Garp nods as well and turns around with a sweep of his Marine jacket that billows wildly when a particularly strong wind drifts by.

Alarmed that she's now being taken away, she twists around in Garp's arm and pushes herself up with the shaky support of gripping his broad, wide shoulders that are embellished with his honorary rank pins of being a Vice-Admiral in the Marines. She shakily stands up until her chin is well above her grandfather's right shoulder, and when she sees the way her father is looking at them—with longing and sadness and shame on his face—she feels something deep inside of her just crack, and before she knows it, she's opening her mouth and screaming the words she's been working hard to say every single night just to see her parents' face light up with joy and pride.

"PAPA!"

Her father's head immediately snaps up, surprise flickering over his features at her unexpected action.

She pauses as well—it's the first coherent word she's ever uttered in this new world she's been shoved into—but once she realizes that her vocal practices at night has finally paid off, she lets the lock that she's been keeping on herself crumble down, and she's positively spitting with desperate cries of "No," of "Papa," and of the two words combined until Garp's landed on the deck of his own ship and her throat is starting to hurt from all her screaming.

Garp turns around, which makes her twist back around as well so that she could see the distant form of her father who looks oh so very far away from the ship she's grown up in.

A flood of tears flow freely down her cheeks by then, staining Garp's beefy arm when she reaches out one last time and puts all of the strength of her lungs into this one last scream that's filled with the same grief that doesn't stop swelling within her chest and right next to her frantically beating heart.

"PAPA!"

"LUFFY!" Her father shouts back, much to her and Garp's surprise. "THIS WON'T BE THE LAST TIME I SEE YOU!" He announces. "WE'LL MEET AGAIN. ONE DAY, IN THE FUTURE. THIS, I PROMISE TO YOU," he vows with such strength, with such honesty in his words that makes the grief in her chest bloom open with newfound hope that this won't be their last meeting.

She hiccups one last, rubs the corners of her eyes with tiny hands, and she bobs her up and down several times to show that she's holding onto his promise.

Her father's lips stretch into a wide, big, and teeth-filled grin that's absolutely terrifying—but it's the most beautiful thing she's ever seen since the disappearance of her mother's presence in her life.

His grin makes the heavy burden in heart—the weight of an entire story on her shoulders—feel lighter than ever, and it makes her think that she has choices in this life, that if she chooses to follow through the entire storyline of One Piece, she'll be able to go through what the original Luffy had gone through and survive.

It's a comforting thought that she keeps close to both her heart and mind as she watches her father sail away with everything she'd started with in this new life.

And so the story begins anew.

AN: So then, yeah! Ta-da! Another story, but this time in a new fandom! Ahahaha, I want to apologize to those who've been waiting for me to update Are You The One? and Blessings in Disguise and In Which Miracles Do Happen ahahaha. I'm somewhat of an idiot, to be completely honest, because when you guys reviewed to bless me with more Plot Bunnies, those bunnies hopped away to a different fandom section...which eventually gave birth to this new story ahahaha. Anyways, aside from that, I'd like to give a major, major, shoutout to Izukey and every single one of their stories. I've never talked to them/him/her (let's just stick with them cause I'm not sure of their gender ahaha) but I am a big fan; I've never reviewed any of their stories...I think, because I'm usually too lazy to do that ahahaha, gomen gomen Izukey ahaha, I'll make up for it in this AN. Anyways, all of their stories (they're all amazing, I advice you check out their profile and read their stories) have inspired me to create Strikehedonia, one of them being Sol Invictus. Now, I'll try my best not to make a replica of their work, because I respect them deeply and I've experienced such things wherein other people get another person's idea without even crediting the original writer. I'll do my best to deviate from Sol Invictus, aside from the SI!OC thing, gender, name, and blah blah blah. This Luffy I'll be creating will be different—sure we'll still have the same loud, boisterous, and crazy rubberman we all love, but there are times when you'll notice the difference because canon!Luffy is a character of their own, and I don't want to spit on their image by making an exact (and perfect) replica of him in female version just so that I could match female!Luffy with everybody (which I might do lolz, I'm such a hypocrite HAHAHA) but I'll try to make my Luffy different without destroying as much of the original Luffy's person

Questions:

Who's the OC that's been reincarnated as Luffy?Well for me, the OC I've created is still nameless (I'll appreciate any recommendations 'cause I'm terrible at naming OCs ahaha) but as you've read at the first part, the OC had been a medical doctor in her first life. To be more precise, she was a general surgeon, and the way she died was that there was a drunk driver (let's call him Ken)—so anyways, Ken was driving drunk very late into the night and accidentally rammed into a speeding ambulance, who coincidentally enough had our OC in it and her latest patient and her team of doctors and of course the ambulance driver. Long story short, ambulance got wrecked, many people got injured, Ken drove away in fear, OC gets a big metal pipe in her stomach, she decides to treat everybody to the best of her capability even if she has a wound, then dies in the arms of a unknown young man (let's go with a 7/11 employee hahaha) who's 100% traumatized by what'd happened lol.

Mother...?She'll remain anonymous (name, appearance, and status) for now, since she has yet to appear or be formally introduced by Oda-sensei.

Loving Dragon?!Yeah, yeah I know, pretty OOC! But I gotta admit, even if Dragon looks, well, scary, I can't help but assume that Dragon just really loves his child, whether male or female. I portray him as someone who's not exactly sure of showing his love to his child at first, before he grows use to it and he isn't so hesitant anymore hahaha.