[Age : 1502 ] :One year and three months after the death of Gol. D Roger, the King of the Pirates.
Baterilla , an island glowing with life, was midday ; the sun's rays danced on the stones of the shore. On a cliff far away from the town stood a house isolated. This house was home to the wife of the King of the Pirates, Gol. D. Roger, the same woman for whom the marines had turned this island upside down not too long ago, where the marines had carried out a great evil, where they had killed every pregnant woman on the island to ensure they wiped out the bloodline of the most infamous criminal the world had ever seen, to make sure that their power could never be challenged again, to make sure that the king's heir didn't come seeking revenge for his father.
*sigh*
Garp's frustration was apparent; he'd never thought he'd be in this situation again where he had to choose between his duty as a marine and his own feelings of right and wrong. The world seemed to flow to the direction of Sengoku's unclear justice rather than his own idea of justice, the one he based upon his personal freedom, the one he based on the idea that he could fix the system from within, that he could bring change to the world without tearing it down.
Yet that seemed to be a misplaced fantasy. He'd done some good; he was the sole reason those with the initial of D weren't hunted through the world anymore. He had ended the careers of many ruthless pirates and saved more lives than any marine in history, yet that wasn't why they called him a hero; it was because of an act he found himself thinking about more and more each day .
Where he'd teamed up with his rival and ended an era, ending the violent chaos that swept the Grand Line. God Valley – oh, how he hated that island. That was the first time he'd ever found himself questioning himself , his job , his choices, and where he had come face to face with the pure filth that the marines served – the sole reason he'd refused any promotion beyond his current station.
Celestial dragons, the monsters that ruled this world – those bastards that treated everyone like they were insects. Yet what could he do? He knew the extent of their true power : the Gods Knights, the five elders and most of the marines. He would need to smash through them all to uproot this system. Could he do that? "Bwahaha," he let out a self-deprecating chuckle; he knew he couldn't.
Not in a way that would help people. He could form his own faction like his son was planning to do, building it up over the years, forging it into a knife to strike at the heart of the world government. Yet what would happen in the meantime if he defected? At least 1/3 of the marines would join him; he knew that much for a fact. That would cripple the navy, cripple their ability to help the people to protect them from evils that they could fight, and what happens when he does build up the army? He'd be too old and too weak to actually do anything. He didn't have the benefit of immortality. No, this was a fight that the younger generation had to take on.
All he could do was shield them from the evils he could smash. That's what he needed to be – a shield for the younger generation, a fist that protects them so they can change the world in a way his generation had failed to do. Wasn't that just what Whitebeard was doing, protecting his kids from the world? "Bwahaha", the hero of the marines is following a pirate's example to save the child of the pirate king. Priceless.
A cry broke out into the world, contrasting his laugh. When he felt it, the all-too-familiar pressure of conqueror's haki emanating from the room where Rouge was giving birth, his body moved before he even had a chance to think. Could someone have found out the truth? Could someone know? He ripped the door off its hinges, breaking into the room to find a startling sight. Rouge held two babies in her arms; one seemed to be unconscious, whilst the other was letting out a loud roar the colour of the supreme king pouring off him. All he could do was burst out laughing. "Bwahah Roger, your son is amazing!" I said, slapping my knees as I walked over to the unconscious form of the doctor who had been helping deliver the babes.
Rouge was awake – no surprise. She had more than enough willpower to resist anyone's conqueror's haki. She gently stroked the child's cheeks and whispered softly, "Hush, hush, little one; Mummy's here; please don't be scared. Mummy's here."
The Haki stopped as the child seemed to shift his focus onto his mother. His little eyes dazzled whilst he looked at her, then Garp could see the tears forming in them as the child let out a wail of sadness.
*Wah Wah Wah Wah *
"Now, now, little one, won't you be strong for Mummy? She doesn't have much ...she doesn't have much time left...please look after your little brother. I know you'll be extremely strong when you grow up ... so look after him ... because, *sob*...because Mummy and Daddy won't be there, *sob* ...to see you grow ...to see you be happy...to see your adventures ... to see you eat... *sob*... to see you marry and have kids of your own, *sob*...to hold my grandchildren, *sob*...
Know this: heaven or hell, Mummy and Daddy will never stop looking over you... *sob*. Garp is going to take you; listen to him, will you?
No, I can tell you won't listen to anyone's orders. A mother knows... *sob*… But please promise me you'll look after your brother and find happiness on your own.
Don't feel compelled to follow anyone's path but your own... sob, I'm going to go keep your daddy company; he's been awfully lonely, *sob* ...so please keep your baby brother Ace from being alone. You're the only family you two have now, so look after each other. Even if you fight, never forget you shared a womb and came into this world together, so don't let the world tear you apart, my sweet Samael... *sob*, your name means light bringer because I know you'll bring about a new dawn. Look at me; I'm rambling. Just work hard, study well, eat and sleep plenty, and above anything, always follow your heart and know, no matter what anyone says, Mummy loved you with all her heart." Rouge managed to choke out as her tears fell freely and stained her son's skin, speaking with a mixture of pain and warmth that only a mother could understand.
She felt the babe clasp firmly onto her pinky finger, his whole hand holding it, his eyes looking into hers – a silent promise to abide by her wishes. Rouge couldn't help it as her lips stretched into a wide smile as she passed on looking at her precious sons smiling at her babies. She gave her life so that they could live.
Garp felt a pit in his stomach as he moved forward slowly and gently reached out to take hold of the kids from Rouge's embrace. He'd gaurd them Samael roared, crying loudly; his tiny arms reached for his mother as conqueror's haki poured from him once again. As he wriggled in Garp's grip trying to get to his mother, he struggled all the way to the ship where Bogard was waiting for him. He'd put these two to bed and then bury Rouge in the same place he had Roger to unite them once again.
- The End -
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