Combat. Tee

The marine took careful steeps forward. The house they stood in was rarely visited for a reason. He carried no weapon and was a basic messenger soldier. His knees quivered slightly as he took another hesitant foot forward.

Two floors above the messenger could be seen on small monitor screen. It was one of 50, each showing a different location. A caramel coloured hovered over a large red button. The hand hovered over the button with eerie calmness. The hand did not shake or quiver at the sight of the uniformed man that had entered his home, it merely stayed 3cm away from the button as it had done for the past 5 minutes, contemplating the mans fate. Then with a slight giggle the hands owner flicked the case over the button back down. The owner was a remarkable seeming person. The caramel colour of her hands was the same all over her. Her skin had no marking or spots marring the skin. It almost seemed to glow, despite the near pitch black conditions. Her hair was long and thick with a shine and colour that resembled gold. It was her eyes, however, that drew you in. The colour of deepest ocean, with long ebony lashes surrounding large, perfectly symmetrical eyes and her lips where rosebud red with a sweet cupid bow that hid glittering, pearly whites. An adorable dimple on her left cheek completed this image of angelic perfection. But the confident, almost cocky stance of her shoulders, and the lazy way she tilted her head resembled that of a predator closing in on its prey.

Her eyes now followed the marine with an almost gleeful delight. "I think it's time we introduced ourselves Miki, don't you think?" She said reaching down to pat the snowy head of large timber she-wolf. The she-wolf, in turn, barked in reply. She then stood back up on her four paws. Its ice blue didn't leave the liveried man for a second until her master was standing at the door a small army jacket clutched in her hand, beckoning her with a quick snap of her fingers

The Marine screamed a high, girlish squeal when the sound of steady, heavy footsteps began to approach him form the west corridor. The house was creepy. The corridors had only a single uniform colour of black. The terrifying images of sour, forlorn men and women stared unforgivingly down at him from their perches on the wall. He swore once that he saw the pictures eyes moving.

A low growl silenced his scream as he quivered in terror on floor, back pressed against the wall. Oh HQ were going to pay for this he silently cursed to himself. If there's anything left of that is….

"And they wonder why that can't end the great pirate age Miki? It's a miracle that we aren't al dead if this is the best the HQ can send." A voice said, it was a girl's voice that was for sure high and unmodulated. He opened eyes and blinked in surprise. The footsteps which had left him cowering in the corner, almost wetting himself with fear – came from the small, if heavily booted, feet of a diminutive 12 year old. Her black combat boots where laced up to her knee, giving way to baggy, multiple pocketed, khaki green combat trousers. These were belted loosely at her waist a tight white tank top which displayed an almost completely flat chest. A sliver dog hung at the hollow of her caramel neck.

Whilst he took in the appearance of the girl he had unknowingly dropped his jaw a mere three inches from the ground. The girl snapped a set of perfectly manicured nails in his face to rouse him from his stupor.

"Yo, Soldier boy, whacha' want? I ain't got all day." She said siting back on her heels. Scrabbling back onto his feet, the soldier resumed a salute, his eyes staring off into the distance. "Messenger of third fleet sent to deliver and retrieve Miss Combat for briefing in Marine fold," Then remembering that he was speaking to 12 year old bent down and said in a very condescending tone "Can you go find your mama? I need to give her a message."

"For a guy who, two minutes beforehand, was quivering on the floor near wetting himself, you sure have a lot of nerve," She said in a droll voice, smirking slightly.

"Oi! Hang on h-"he said completely insulted only for him to be silenced by a hand slapping over his mouth.

"The only Miss Combat living in his house for 18 months has been me. So hand over the message and I'll tell you if I want to come to your marine fold or whatever, 0kay? There's a good boy," matching his pervious tone, tenor for tenor.

Gritting his teeth the messenger reached into his pocket a removed the scroll he had been tasked with delivering. With a snide smile the girl opened the scroll and then broke into fits of uncontrollable laughter. As she rolled on the floor she managed to tell the Soldier that she would attend.

Righteously insulted and near the point of throttling the disrespectful girl, then thought better of it as he saw the large silver and black she-wolf growl protectively near the hysterical girl. With a look of deep disgust and hatred the messenger ran out of the corridor, into the creepy entrance and straight out the door.

As he ran down he heard the distinct sound of the girl screaming at the top of her lungs "Thanks for Coming!" then collapsing into hysterics, again.

A:N - This story is set during the time that Ace joins the White beard Pirates, i don't know what the exact year but I am trying to find out. The timeline will be a little odd but that's to be expected. Oh and i don't own One piece characters just my plot and OCs