Donquixote Rosinante stares at the man that has burst into Sengoku's office, entirely unsure of what to make of him.
He's heard tales of Vice Admiral Garp, a man with no Devil Fruit that is on the same scale as Sengoku when it comes to power, but in his two years following after the Vice Admiral he has never met him before today.
He certainly didn't expect to witness him powering through into Sengoku's office via wall, completely ignoring the door that was present and functional. He's seen a lot of the world since his father (and there is a wound that still stings, that still bites even now, two years later) took them away from Mariejois, but this is one of the stranger things. Right up there with Sea Kings and Devil Fruits.
Does Vice Admiral Garp secretly have a Devil Fruit? Is that why he can walk through walls?
"Damn it, Garp! Fix that wall!"
Sengoku points at the large, human shaped hole in question and Rosinante watches in awe as the offender just scoffs, folding his arms (and dropping the girl he'd been holding up in the process) in order to look petulantly away.
Thankfully the girl lands on her feet, though she does shoot a very unimpressed look up at her father.
Rosinante has not interacted with any other children his age, not since he left North Blue with Sengoku. They had all be horrible and vicious and mean. They had made him hurt, just because of what he had once been. As if he had any power over his life at that age. He barely has any right now.
"Crew, fix the wall!" Vice Admiral Garp snaps, only for one of his crew (stood in the hallway and looking very exasperated by this point) to yell at him to do it himself. It's blatant insubordination but Vice Admiral Garp goes to the cupboard to fetch the necessary materials regardless.
Rosinante watches in awe, though still quite aware of the little child in the room. Her hair is dark, feathered and falls around her face in a halo of choppy locks.
She's also unnervingly focused on him.
"Hi!"
Rosinante shrinks back at the startlingly loud tone, warily watching the girl's every move.
Her hands are not balled into fists though, her eyes are not angry. She seems exuberant. Just like the man that barged in here carrying her. He can see the resemblance.
"My name's Monkey D. Kitsune!"
That does have Rosinante flinching back as that middle initial finally registers.
A D?
His mother's worlds swirl in his brain, remembering how she would whisper that bad children are eaten by Ds. Reason catches up with him mere moments later though. Even if she is a D, a descendant of that feared family…
She's so tiny and small.
If she's a D… Does that make Vice Admiral Garp a D too? Is the letter in his name truthful? Do the Tenryūbito know this?
Rosinante remembers all that his parents told him of the D's, remembers all the warnings to watch out for them.
But… this little girl seems so incredibly harmless.
Big brown eyes stare up at him, round and set in a chubby little face, with a wispy birthmark stretching over the left side of her features.
"Ah… I'm Rosinante." He doesn't use his family name, the wounds still there, still raw and burning. He remembers Doflamingo, remembers Father, remembers feeling the strength leave his arms.
Donquixote Homing may not have been a good father. But he had tried, he had loved them.
He cannot understand why such evil had been born to such good people.
"You're really nice!" Monkey D. Kitsune declares, reaching with one tiny hand to curl around his own, smiling as she locks her fingers between his. They're tiny in comparison, but her grip is unbelievably tough.
"Show me around? I'm gonna be a marine!" She grins and it is such a bright thing.
It's been so long since someone looked upon him with such a smile, Rosinante is struggling to recall the last time such an expression was directed at him.
Still, he doesn't know if he is allowed, Sengoku was quite insistent when they arrived here that Rosinante stick close by.
"Can Rosi show me around, please?!" The child of D purses her lips, eyebrows lifting as her eyes stare imploringly not at Sengoku, but Vice Admiral Garp.
Rosinante does his best not to scowl over the shortening of his name. His mother gave him that name, and he likes it. He does not like this butchered version that has come from the D's mouth.
"Of course he can, anything for my little princess."
"Now Garp-"
"Hey, Sengoku, let's have some okaki!"
At the mention of Sengoku's favourite snack, Rosinante resigns himself to tour-guide, knowing he'll get no further help from his guardian now.
What did he do to deserve close contact with child of D? Surely it should have been Doflamingo that deserved this, not him?
As soon as the thought crosses is mind though Rosinante is quick to banish it.
No, he would never curse another person by wishing Doflamingo's presence upon them. Inheritor of D or not.
Monkey D. Kitsune pulls him out of Sengoku's office, through the hole her father has effortlessly created, her hand a vice grip upon his. He has no choice but to go along, though since Sengoku doesn't seem so worried about the little girl half of Rosinante's size, he will try to showcase the same kind of confidence.
No sooner has the thought passed through his mind does he trip over his own two feet, face slamming into the floor.
Monkey D. Kitsune has stopped walking, her hand still clutching tightly to him.
"Are you okay?"
Turning his head to a side, Rosinante peers up at the girl that grins at him.
She's crouching down, her head tilting to a side and she doesn't look away from him in the slightest. She doesn't laugh at his fall either though, enquires about his health like it is a normal thing.
She's nothing like the others from North Blue were. She does not know he was a former Tenryūbito though.
Things will remain that way.
"I didn't trip," Rosinante protests, climbing back to his feet and watching the little girl just smile up at him.
"Okay, you didn't trip. Food now?"
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Rosinante regrets bringing her to the cafeteria.
It is an all you can eat, as he has found most Marine bases are. He has never met anyone that has taken such a thing as a personal challenge though.
Monkey D. Kitsune's plates (for she has multiple that she'd suckered one marine into helping carry to the table) are steadily being licked clean, yet the pace at which she devoured all of the food placed before her never slows.
"Where does it all go?" one marine whispers in awed horror and Rosinante finds himself wondering the same thing.
The daughter of Vice Admiral Garp licks eagerly at her lips, stuffing a handful of carrots between her teeth and crewing thoroughly.
At least she has the manners to eat with her mouth closed.
Slowly shovelling a helping of mashed potatoes into his own mouth, Rosinante watches this child of D steadily inhale all of the food she possible can and reconsiders his previous thought on her inability to eat him based on her size. It is actually quite possible she could manage such a thing, though from the looks of her, he doesn't think she has much of a taste for human flesh.
Sengoku wouldn't let her eat him anyway.
Reassured, Rosinante pushes his tray of food away, no longer hungry.
It is soon snatched up by the little girl sitting to his left and that is the last Rosinante sees of it.
"Vice Admiral Garp's daughter, eh?"
"Yeah!"
Choking down her latest mouthful, Monkey D. Kitsune grins at the marine addressing her, hastily scrubbing her face with the hem of her tee-shirt, wiping it free of food but smearing it all over the fabric instead.
She's really not the fearsome being he'd pictured a D to be.
"I'm gonna be a marine! Rosi is showing me around!"
"It's Rosinante," Rosinante corrects, no longer quite capable of ignoring it, damn the consequences that'll come of reprehending the girl.
Monkey D. Kitsune pauses, twisting her head around to look at him and disregarding the marine completely. She meets his eyes for a moment, face expressionless even as her eyelids flutter, blinking rapidly.
"Rosinante is showing me around," she parrots, correcting herself on his name and then grinning as if she has something to be proud of. "And we're gonna be best friends."
Wait, what?
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So, I went looking and couldn't find an SI that didn't occur in the present timeline of One Piece. Maybe I just didn't look hard enough, but hey ho, I had the idea, so here we are. (I have so many Self Insert ideas that I have to ignore because otherwise I'll never finish anything but this just wouldn't leave me alone)
Well, Meet Monkey D. Kitsune. Dragon's younger sister who in my version of canon died at the same time as her mother. But not here. Instead of the Monkey scar that both Garp and Luffy have, or the tats that Dragon's got, Kitsune's got a whopping big birthmark over the left side of her face. Like a wisp of smoke from a fire, it's several shades darker than her golden tan. So yippie for following the theme.
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