"It seems…" Reaper began, glancing dispassionately at his shattered scythe "...that I am in need of a new weapon."

He could restore it using Modification but, the weapon had failed him again. This was not the first time it had broken due to circumstances from the battles that the Angel of Death took. It was proving to be a liability in battle now, so the 12 year old no longer had any use for it.

A weapon that couldn't do its job properly, was a weapon better off destroyed.

Well, no matter. It was about time he fully invested himself into making the item he had long ago been interested in crafting.

The Philosopher's Stone.

It was said to be capable of turning metals into gold or silver. It was also known as the elixir of life, due to being able to rejuvenate a person and granting immortality.

No doubt, it would have been one of the most coveted items in existence. Perhaps it would even be more valuable then a Devil Fruits...

Had it existed.

Unfortunately, the alchemical stone did not exist. If it did, the entire balance of the world would have undoubtedly shifted. What the stone was capable of, would cause untold amounts of disaster for whoever had their hands on it.

If the stone existed, who knows what the state of the world would be like? Maybe it was for the best that such a dangerous item was only known as a myth.

Reaper did not care about what was best for everyone. He needed a new weapon and he had long ago decided it would be made from the Philosopher's stone.

Balance be damned, none of that mattered to the Shinigami.

With Modification, it was possible that Reaper could actually create the Philosopher's stone. It's unlikely that it would be an exact replica, but he didn't really care about making a carbon copy. As long as he could create it, it was an automatic success.

Immortality was not something he desired. Staying alive forever did not appeal to him like it may have to other people.

He did not even want the Philosopher's stone for himself. Maybe after he made one for his future weapon, he could make one for his clothing, himself, etc. The possibilities were endless.

Reaper just didn't want it to have immortality properties when applied to himself. Being immortal in a world like this sounded like hell, especially without his lover.

The rejuvenation aspect sounded good for him though. Recovering quickly from injuries, with his already fast regeneration, would be helpful.

He would have definitely made one for Meiko but that wasn't possible anymore.

Reaper stared at his discarded scythe dispassionately before glancing at the broken body of his latest opponent.

He was an unassuming man named Haru but he had a particularly useful Devil Fruit. The Sabi Sabi no mi was the reason that his scythe was currently in an unusable condition at the moment. The man had grabbed it and rusted the blade into nothing.

The battle had not been difficult whatsoever but, learning that the man was immune to his weapon, had forced him to adapt.

His limbs were more then enough and the result was the broken body before him. Seems Haru thought Reaper was a one trick pony and that his sudden immunity to his scythe would have given him the edge. It had made him confident.

How costly.

"Do you have any final wish, Haru?" Reaper suddenly asked his defeated opponent. After Meiko's death, he had taken to asking his opponents if they had any final wishes.

Haru chose to spit a glob near his foot as his answer.

Reaper watched it sail pathetically through the air and land next to him. He looked at the spot for a moment before regarding the man again.

"I suppose not," he commented idly. That was not a surprise, no one had yet to actually have a final wish. Maybe they thought he was lying?

He saw no need to lie, especially to a person who was dying.

With that, Reaper made his way over to the near dead man. He had systematically broken every bone in his body but the job was not done.

It was never done.

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Rosan silently reviewed the notes (though he didn't need to due to his near photographic memory) he had made for himself on the White Rose.

He was currently dressed in a loose, long sleeved, silk white shirt that was blank. Some comfortable, equally loose, black sweatpants and a lack of footwear made up his bottom half.

The few strands of his hair, left from his bun, moved in time with the breeze and his ruby red earrings followed suit. His amethyst ring gleamed on his ring finger due to the sunlight as he turned a page and his white pendant remained hidden beneath his shirt.

The user of the Mod Mod no mi was currently reading up on everything he needed to know about the Philosopher's stone and checking off what he could and couldn't do at the moment.

The Philosopher's stone, is said to be created by the alchemical method known as The Magnum Opus. There were various instructions of how to create the mythical stone but, seeing as one didn't exist yet, Rosan was hard pressed to believe any of them actually worked.

Still, he had taken away a few key things that he was sure would be useful.

Alchemy was universally agreed upon to be needed. This is why the stone could never be made because alchemy didn't actually exist.

That's where Modification came in. Alchemy was based on the transformation of matter. It's most used attempts were to turn base metals into gold but, it could be used for other things such as transforming a rock into a bug or making a set of clones from nothing but handcuffs.

Modification was practically alchemy. They were both nothing but transmutation. No, Modification was much better then alchemy. Rosan was confident he could easily modify base metals into gold. If that was the ultimate goal of Alchemy, then Modification had long since surpassed it already.

After all, Rosan could transform into a dragon.

"With Modification, the first hurdle, that has stopped everyone else, has already been completed," Mod spoke and Rosan nodded.

"Yes, this was the most difficult step and we were able to easily surpass it. Everything else should be relatively simple, if not annoying to achieve," Rosan thought to his long time partner.

Mod was proud that her ability was proving to be such a boon to Rosan's goals. Once the redhead had realized that alchemy was just a watered down version of her ability, he had made sure she understood how amazing Modification was.

She was still left flushing at his praise. Despite everything, some things never changed.

Properly filtering everything that was useful to him from the things that were useless, Rosan got up to do what he needed to do. He quickly transformed into Reaper and let his hoodie down for once. He contemplated taking his mask but decided it wasn't necessary.

He had some things he needed to do.

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"Aiko. Akemi," A young voice called, causing the two of them to jump in fright.

"I swear to all that is —," Aiko cut herself off with a grumble before she started swearing in earnest.

"Reaper? What's the occasion?" Akemi asked in her sisters stead.

The savior of their island had their hood down, showing off his youthful boyish features and that ever present blank expression.

Aiko and Akemi had to admit, despite the dead expression he wore, Reaper was pretty adorable. He especially had some of the most gorgeous dual eyes they had ever seen.

"Sorry to interrupt," Rosan said softly as he nodded at the two. They finally noticed that he had on a very familiar set of ruby red earrings and realization began to dawn on their face as they recalled the very dead expression on his face.

Oh no.

Akemi held her hands to her mouth as her brown eyes widened in horror. Aiko couldn't blame her because she was sure that she was doing the exact same thing.

"R-Reaper?" Akemi spoke up, prompting the boy to look at her.

"Call me Rosan," he told her bluntly and she flushed at his directness.

"R-right, s-sorry," The gray haired younger sister said, before gathering her wits and preparing to ask her question. "I-is Meiko —,"

"Yes, she is," Rosan suddenly said, causing both of them to back up in surprise.

Did he know what they were going to ask?!

"I knew what you were going to ask," the redhead confirmed and he looked completely unfazed. "I didn't want to hear the question aloud so I answered it beforehand."

The sisters looked worried. It was obvious Rosan cared immensely for the blond haired girl and to hear the news that she was…dead, explained why the boy himself looked so vacant. This was probably his way of coping with the information.

If only they knew.

"I-I'm so sorry…" Akemi said with tears brimming in her eyes as the revelation hit her.

Aiko couldn't say anything. She felt her throat lock up every time she attempted.

Reaper had frequently brought the girl over. Meiko was such a sweet and kind girl and Aiko had loved pointing out just how different, yet compatible the two were. It normally ended with the gray haired woman stewing in anger though because of the Shinigami's quick wit.

Akemi had been slightly jealous at how easily someone could get her savior's attention, but it was impossible to be angry with the compassionate blonde. The two got along very well and she was happy to see a side of Reaper only Meiko could bring out.

And now, just like that, the girl was gone.

"Kami, Rosan," Aiko eventually choked out with tears brimming her eyes. To see the headstrong girl so shaken up, was a sight to see but the news was just too much for even the hardened ruler of Fregate. "I… I can't even begin to imagine — I'm sorry."

"There is no need to apologize."

The lack of emotion in his voice was understandable to the sisters now. Those two were deeply in love with each other. Reaper had been dangerously protective of her as well to the point where Meiko had told them people couldn't even look at her the wrong way.

"That is not why I am here today," he said quietly and they both straightened up.

"R-Right," Aiko said as she tried to focus on what the boy could have wanted. The older sister wiped her eyes and asked the redhead "What did you need?"

"I'm in need of some rare stones of high quality," Rosan said getting straight to the point. "I could go looking for them myself but, seeing as Fregate is a premier trade route in the North Blue, I believe it would be faster and easier if you were to get them for me."

Aiko nodded at that. It was a simple enough request and with Akemi helping her, finding high quality stones would be easy. Rea — Rosan hardly ever asked for anything and the boy did plenty for her. She would do her best to get what he was looking for.

"Sure, that won't be too hard. Just give me a list of what you need and we'll start looking for them right away," Aiko told him confidently.

Rosan's face formed a smile and he managed to make it look a lot more genuine then last time.

"Improvement," Akemi said as she lightly clapped for the redhead.

"Thank you, I took your advice and implemented it," Rosan said as he pulled a paper out of his cloak. Without even looking at it, he handed it over to Aiko who grabbed it out of his small hands.

Looking at the list, she raised a brow at what it had.

"What exactly do you need all these for?" Aiko asked offhandedly, not expecting him to answer her. Reaper was always stingy with information.

"I'm trying to make something that doesn't exist," the boy said, causing her gaze to snap up in surprise.

What? He was sharing information?!

Dear Kami.

"W-Well these shouldn't be too difficult to get, it may take some time but I'm confident we can get what you're looking for," Aiko said a bit dumbly, too surprised to ask for details.

"You can count on me Rosan-kun! I'm much better at these type of things then Aiko-nee," Akemi beamed at the boy, who nodded to them both.

"It will be expensive, I will supply you with the money so that you may —," Rosan began before Aiko cut him off.

"You don't need to pay, I've got this." His gaze almost seemed questioning and so, Aiko continued. "Seriously? After everything you've done for us Rosan, this is the least of my worries. You don't gotta worry about paying, we'll handle this," Aiko said and by the tone of her voice, she wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"If you insist… Thank you," Rosan said, attempting another smile. "When you have managed to get them all…," the 12 year old began as he pulled out a Den Den Mushi and handed it over to them, "...just call me with that," he finished before preparing to leave.

"Alright, will do," Aiko responded.

"If that's all, I'll be going now," Rosan said.

"Wait!" Akemi called, making the child pause. "…Rosan are you okay?" she asked worriedly. He had been like this for so long now and he showed no sign of changing. If this was his way of coping then it was getting increasingly worrying.

Rosan simply stared at her, expression not shifting, and the younger sister felt herself wringing her hands. His gaze was piercing and his mesmerizing eyes locked her into place.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Rosan opened his mouth and said:

"I have not been okay for a long time."

And that was that. The boy vanished without another word.

The two sisters looked at the spot he had been at with clear concern.

"I hope he gets okay soon…" Akemi said with tears welling up in her eyes and Aiko instinctively walked up to hug her.

"Me too Akemi. Me too."

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With Aiko and Akemi handling one part of his tedious job, Rosan immediately set out to do the next step of his mission.

"Angel, I'm going out," Rosan told his female clone, who was busy with making sure the ship was headed in the right direction.

She didn't even look up as she asked "What are you off to do?"

"Learning how to blacksmith so I can manipulate heat properly," was all he said, making her pause what she was doing.

"Can I come with you?" She suddenly asked looking up at Rosan who simply tilted his head. "Since you're only learning it to manipulate heat correctly, maybe I can handle the weapons on the ship?" The redhead girl asked hopefully, ignoring the fact that they hardly had weapons.

"Crafting is something I really enjoy and I've already been learning how to be a better shipwright, so I might as well add being a blacksmith to my repertoire as well," she finished, smiling down at her master.

They didn't have many weapons on the ship but Rosan wouldn't mention that. If she wanted to spend time with him, she could have just said it.

"Okay you may come with me," Rosan complied easily enough. "If that's the case, we may as well take the ship then"

Angel nodded excitedly at him. "Demon's been busy learning how to be a doctor so I don't think he'd be very good at manning the ship alone!"

The White Rose was largely self sufficient due to Rosan's non stop tampering and Angel joining him but it still required care.

Without warning, Angel rushed over to where Demon was located, ponytail bobbing, to tell him the new plans. Rosan followed behind her at a much more controlled pace.

By the time he arrived to the ships library, it looked as if Angel had already told Demon everything. Both noticed him the moment he showed up and Angel beamed while Demon looked a bit withdrawn.

"Angel. Demon," Rosan nodded. "I trust Angel has caught you up on what is happening?" he asked the purple haired clone.

"Y-yes —," Demon cleared his throat a bit. "Yes Master, she has informed me," he confirmed and his voice scratched up a bit.

Rosan nodded. "I hope you don't mind seeing me more often. I've been trying to give you space since you can't function properly in my presence, but you will have to put up with it for the time being," Rosan told his clone, who could only blush in embarrassment.

"I-I'm sorry i-it's just your presence is a bit overwhelming for me," Demon admitted in shame.

The redhead stared at his clone for a while, head tilted slightly with his ever present blankness. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking and soon Demon was fidgeting in his seat.

"There is no need to blame yourself for what happened," was all Rosan said before he turned around and walked away from the two.

Demon's eyes widened as he heard that.

The words had been simple and to the point yet, he felt as if a giant weight had been lifted off of his shoulder.

Despite his new resolve, Demon and Rosan had not spoken to each other since Mod had possessed him. It was not his Master's fault either. The purple haired clone had been purposely avoiding him and so, Rosan gave all orders to Angel.

He just couldn't face the one who created him. Even just looking at him filled him with such a large amount of shame that it was repulsive. Angel had tried to talk to him about it but it was one of the few things that he just couldn't listen to his sister about.

To hear it from his Master's mouth though, not Master Mod, but Rosan, it felt so different.

Rosan was the one most affected by this after all. If he told Demon not to blame himself, then he'd be nothing but pathetic if he continued to do so.

Demon looked at his Master's retreating back with an almost reverent gaze. "Master!" He called and the twelve year old paused.

Rosan turned his head around to look at him and Demon found that it was so much easier to look at his creator now.

"T-thank you! I didn't realize how much I needed to hear that," Demon said, bowing as deeply as possible.

"Think nothing of it," Rosan said softly. "Remember what I said all those years ago. Too much fear is debilitating. If I wanted to kill you, you'd have been dead a long time ago so ease your worries," he finished before resuming his walk.

Demon watched his Master leave with a new appreciation.

His Master was different, that much was true but even despite his lack of emotions, there were still core parts of him that made him Rosan.

Angel watched this exchange with a relieved smile on her face. Her younger twin had been trying hard to avoid Master and Rosan saw no point in confronting him about it so he let him be.

She was hoping Rosan would have something to say after taking a look at Demon and she was not disappointed.

Her Master really had a way with words!

"See? You really gotta stop being so dumb Demon," Angel sniffed in a superior manner at her younger brother.

Demon looked as if he wanted to protest, but he held his head and said "Yeah you're right sis… I gotta listen to you more often, huh?"

"Of course you do," the redhead said and she tossed her ponytail haughtily.

Honestly, did she have to do everything around here?

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No matter what, hanging out with Rosan was always a treat.

Angel naturally loved spending time with her Master. The two were pretty similar to each other (much more similar than her and Demon) and it was never boring watching their personalities clash.

It was a bit impossible now to have any personalities clashing but that was fine with Angel! As long as she got to spend time with her fellow redhead, she was happy as can be.

Rosan staying on the ship for prolonged amounts of time always made things much more interesting. Simple little things changed with his presence.

For example, what to do when a Sea King wanted to get friendly with the White Rose.

"RAOGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Angel watched in awe as the massive dragon roared in victory.

The poor creature didn't stand a chance. It roared in agony as the fire connected and Angel almost winced in sympathy as it was charred instantly.

Normally, when encountering a Sea King, Angel, Demon and Meiko came to a general consensus that it was just best to flee from it. Due to how advanced the White Rose was, it was not difficult whatsoever.

Clearly, Rosan did not share that opinion. The very dead beast was a testament to that.

It hadn't even been a fight.

Rosan had seen the Sea King and told them to pull back from it. Angel had already been preparing to flee so that order was easy to follow.

What she had not been expecting, was for Rosan to leap off the retreating ship and for his dragon to take his spot.

The gigantic dragon was at least 30 meters and Angel looked on in disbelief at the sight of the magnificent creature.

Could Rosan control the size of it?! That seemed to be the case. He was not nearly that large whenever they traveled on his back.

The obsidian dragon flapped its wings and launched itself at terrifying speeds towards the serpentine sea monster.

The Sea King tried to attack but Rosan caught it's skull in between two of his claws and he pulled. She felt her jaw slacken as the dragon easily removed the aquatic serpent from its watery depth and flew higher and higher.

And higher and higher. He effortlessly carried it into the clouds and finally, he stopped.

Rosan dropped the massive Sea King and, as it fell back towards the water, Angel's eyes bugged as an absolutely massive flame connected with it in midair.

The Sea King, now consumed in the draconic fire, couldn't even roar as momentum carried it faster and faster into the deep blue sea.

The resulting splash carried just as much steam as water.

The obsidian Dragon was nowhere to be seen, so that meant Rosan had reverted back into a human and he would be here soon to greet them.

Right on cue, a figure gently (as gentle as dragon wings could be) flapped it's draconic wings as it descended onto the White Rose. Rosan looked none the worse for wear and his blank expression could be confused for boredom.

"Anyone who attacks us, will die," Rosan replied blandly and his tone left no room for doubt. He stated it like he was listing a fact.

Master was scary.

Angel loved it!

His raw might, the power he exhibited, the ease at which it was done. Her Master was incredible!

She idly noticed that she was grinning ear to ear and Rosan pointed it out.

"It's just, I really love watching you fight Master!" She gushed. "So strong! So versatile! You're on your way to becoming a force of nature and I'm loving it!"

"Thank you Angel, your praise is very much welcomed," Rosan nodded his head in thanks and she beamed down at him before pulling him into a bone crushing hug.

He instinctively returned it and the middle triplet cooed.

Little by little, step by step, she would get her old Master back.

As they broke the hug, Rosan said, "While I was up there, I saw our destination in the distance. We should be close to it in an hour or so. I will modify the ship temporarily and transform it into a submarine while the two of us dock."

Angel nodded in excitement before curiosity overtook her. "Master, how will you get the blacksmith to teach us? You're quite popular as Reaper and well not in the good way."

"I'm not asking," was his response. At her questioning glance Rosan decided to elaborate.

"I have a technique for this. After I use it, he will be teaching us."

Rosan told his fellow redhead about the technique and Angel felt a bead of sweat form on her head at what he was telling her.

Master was terrifying.

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Nuvema was a standard island in the West Blue with nothing in particular that stood out. There were no pirates subjugating it, no corrupt marines, nothing dangerous.

Except for him.

"It's startling how often we run into one or the other," Mod said with a tinge of amusement.

"It's quite startling the amount of times it has happened, do Marines just join to flex their power instead of doing their job?" Rosan asked, agreeing completely with her.

"How often do you two run into an island like that?" Angel curiously asked. The two talked as if this island wasn't apart of the norm!

"Too often," Mod sighed. "We don't typically care to help them but, sometimes they get an urge to attack us, perhaps out of intimidation, and that never turns out well for them," she told the redheaded clone.

Angel snorted at that. It was funny to know that if you weren't on Master's radar, all you had to do was leave him alone and he wouldn't bother you.

Humans were stupid like that.

At Angel's behest, Rosan had decided to not dress as Reaper this time. When his female clone asked to dress him up, Rosan had given her the go ahead. She just needed to be mindful to hide his key features.

Angel was excited! She had never dressed up Master before! Rosan was quite stylish (something he reluctantly admitted Sachie helped him with) and so the boy scarcely needed help.

While he was like this though, the boy didn't care enough to try with his clothing. He opted to let Master Mod dress him out of disguise, else he'd just wear the same outfit and simply wash it.

Her reasoning for dressing the boy like she did was that they would be in a very hot area.

She blushed as Rosan blandly told her that he could regulate his own temperature. The boy didn't argue with her decision though and he just let it happen.

The 12 year old in question had on a white cardigan on, which reached just a bit past his waist, that was left open to show the black shirt underneath along with his white pendant. He wore knee length baggy pants that tightened at the cuffs and predominantly white sneakers with black on them that were comfortable to wear but not very practical for combat.

To finish off his outfit, he had on a beanie that did a good job at completely covering his hair (though he had to change its style a bit) and a set of shades that completely covered his heterochromatic eyes.

His earrings and ring remained.

Angel thought he was absolutely adorable.

Mod had to agree.

Angel herself, opted to wear a lot of white of course.

She was dressed in a form fitting short sleeved shirt that flared at the ends and the purple eyed clone opted to wear leggings that were black with white streaks. She had on shoes similarly to Rosan that were all white instead.

The girl had initially refused to put a hat on. It would ruin her outfit! She didn't want one but Rosan simply stared at her. She had immediately grumbled in defeat and grabbed a sunhat. Handing it to Rosan, she asked him to turn it white, which he easily did.

She had taken her, at the moment, obnoxiously long hair and tied it into a bun.

"How do I look?" Angel asked Rosan as she did a confident spin.

"I thought you wanted us to avoid attention," Rosan said, much to the confusion of his redheaded clone.

"Huh?" Angel said, stopping to look at her Master. He was looking her up and down and she nervously wondered if she did something wrong.

It had to have been the stupid hat.

"You look good," Rosan said making her instantly blush. "You are going to attract attention looking like that and we are not here to deal with predators."

Angel gaped at his words before flushing and turning to face away from him.

Her Master's words always carried more impact; hearing his praise, was one of the few things that could break through her confident demeanor.

"Stupid Master and his stupid nice praise," she grumbled before walking away, red-faced from her heterochromatic creator. He was too good at making her elated for his own good.

"…?" Rosan tilted his head slightly, but he moved to follow after his clone.

Perhaps he had said something wrong?

"Don't worry Rosan, you didn't say anything wrong," Mod reassured the boy and he nodded his head at that.

It was a girl thing then.

"That's not what I — never mind," Mod said as she immediately gave up. She could explain it sometime in the mindscape but for now, the purple haired woman was fine letting Rosan reach his own conclusions. It wasn't a big deal anyways, Angel just valued his words more than other people.

"…?" Rosan tilted his head again.

How confusing.

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Rosan and Angel were currently walking side by side with each other as they headed to their destination. It was dark out now and the two walked at a leisurely pace.

They were in no rush to reach their destination so they took in the sights.

The two had spent the day doing whatever Angel wanted to do while Rosan summoned a bug to track his target.

The taller redhead had taken the offer with glee and had dragged the boy everywhere.

They went shopping for clothes, got supplies for the ship, went shopping for more clothes (this time for Rosan!), and ate at a pretty nice restaurant!

She noticed Rosan watching the chefs the entire time they cooked and was about to question it until she remembered that Meiko had mostly done the cooking on the ship with Rosan helping. With her gone...Rosan did all the cooking now.

Angel and Demon did not require food so the 12 year old didn't want them learning a skill that was only useful for him.

"I need to buy a recipe book," Rosan suddenly said and her eyes gleamed in excitement. It was the first location they were going to that Master himself had suggested!

They had quickly eaten their food (Angel didn't need to eat but it was still nice to do so!) and promptly set off to go buy the book.

True to Rosan's words, they had attracted the attention of quite a bit of people. Angel flushed in embarrassment as she steadfastly ignored Rosan's gaze.

Luckily for them, none had tried to approach the two yet. They would certainly have met their end in some way if they did.

It must have been Master's aura saving them.

"Hey there pretty lady!" A voice said, cutting her musing off and she almost groaned.

Guess it was her fault for tempting fate.

"Not interested," Angel said immediately, not even turning around to face the approaching man. Rosan hadn't even paused in his gait and she had to admire how completely unbothered he was.

He was probably used to this. Reaper had some… fanatical fans and Meiko was seriously attractive as well. How everyone but the girl seemed to notice, Angel would never know.

She laughed softly to herself. That was just Meiko's charm she supposed. Humble until the end.

Since Master had not stopped, Angel saw no reason to and kept pace with the boy.

She thought that was that, until an arm wormed its way over her shoulder causing the redheaded clone to go stiff.

"Hey babe, you don't gotta be so cold," A voice leered into her ear and Angel recoiled in disgust.

Who did this worm think he was to put his hands on her? He would dare put his hands on Angel?!

How dare he.

Nobody was allowed to just touch her. Only Demon, Master Mod, Meiko and Master were exempt from that.

For this insect to put his hands on her body… Angel stepped out of his grasp and turned to face him. She took the time to stamp her disgust and rage and instead looked at the target of her ire.

Rosan had stopped moving.

The best way to describe this man was… average. He had shaggy brown hair, an unkempt beard, was of average height, and a slightly muscular build. He could be seen as attractive in the eyes of people.

Angel was not one of them. This man may as well have been the ugliest person on the planet because at the moment that's all she could regard him as.

"For one," Angel said in a deceptively calm voice. "I'm only 12 years old so you should go take your flirting to someone else who'd be more appreciative of it."

"There's no way you expect me to believe that," the man fired back as he flashed her, what he thought was, a charming grin.

Angel was not charmed.

"How about you come with me and we can discuss your real age over a drink or two?" he asked as he stepped closer to her.

Angel was about to throw caution to the wind and just kill this man. Her fist clenched and she decided she'd just break his neck and call it a day.

"Back away from her, she belongs to me," A quiet voice said, making them both pause.

Angel flushed in happiness at seeing her Master defend her and instantly calmed down. He would handle this then.

Good, she didn't want to get her hands dirty.

"Me and your mom are talking adult stuff kid, so how about you got get yourself a glass of milk and let us talk," he said condescendingly, looking down at Rosan and using his hands to shoo him off.

"Kill him."

That was Master Mod and she did not sound happy.

"Okay," Rosan thought and that was that.

"You two are so scary," Angel said.

"Thank you/Thank you," they said simultaneously and she sweatdropped at the fact that they perceived it as a compliment.

"She's younger then me," Rosan told the man calmly and the only adult there had the audacity to snort.

"You expect me to believe that? Yeah right kiddo, I'm not gonna ask nicely again so let the adults do the talking," he said no longer smiling.

Rosan blankly stared at the man. "No, she's mine."

"So possessive," Angel tried to sound disapproving but she was smiling.

"It's the truth. All of you are mine. Anyone who tries to interfere with that, will pay," Rosan said bluntly.

"Alright, now you're starting to annoy me kid," the brown haired man said, no longer smiling. "Save your kid the trouble before I deal with him, babe."

That was directed towards her. She looked at him like he were infected but he never seemed to notice.

Honestly, how far up his own ass was he? They had both told him her age and she very clearly wasn't interested but he just wasn't getting the message.

Whatever, she was getting tired of this.

"Did Meiko have to go through this? Some people are so sick," Angel frowned at the thought. It explained why Rosan was so protective of her.

"Alright," Angel said aloud, giving everyone pause. "I'm sorry for him. How about we talk this out, in that alley over there, where no one can see us," she told the man and if he had half a brain he would have taken it for the threat it was.

He did not.

His eyes widened in surprise and a lecherous grin made its way onto his face. He coughed a bit before saying "Yea… "talk" let's do that!"

Pig.

"Have fun master," Angel said as she directed him into the dark alleyway.

"Okay," Rosan said obediently as his eyes began glowing behind the shade.

"Disgusting creature," Mod said in disdain and Angel nodded in agreement.

The man never noticed, far too lost in his own degenerate thoughts, until it was too late.

The screams went unheard.

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"Is this the place?" Angel asked, curiously inspecting the building. It was a large, 2 story house that was a light brown in color and a slight amount of vegetation surrounding it.

Nothing too jaw dropping. This building was quite unassuming.

Perfect.

"Yes, this is where our target is." Rosan began walking to the back of the large house and Angel followed after him.

After a moment, they stopped and Rosan rested his palm against the wall. His eyes began glowing in the night and he quickly modified a hole into said wall.

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As they walked through the hole, her Master uttered "Scan" and after a moment, he pointed upstairs. She nodded in confirmation.

Their target was upstairs then.

"Follow," Rosan commanded and she gasped in surprise. She had been expecting him to just tell her to wait.

"You wanted to come with me," Rosan pointed out and she blushed in embarrassment at being figured out so easily. "Don't be too loud."

With that, they began moving. Angel marveled at just how quietly and quickly Rosan maneuvered around the house. The 12 year old did not make a sound as he quickly made his way over to his target.

Angel was not nearly as skilled as him. She had to move much slower and she was far less confident in her steps. By the time she made it upstairs, Rosan had already made it to the room.

He patiently waited for her to arrive and when she did, he opened his eyes.

"Have you done this before?" Angel asked, looking particularly vexed at how much she struggled compared to him.

Rosan nodded in confirmation. "Yes, the first time I did it was to convince a doctor to help Robin when she was sick. The other times were much less gentle."

She didn't even want to know.

Rosan removed the lock from the door and pushed it open without a noise and Angel once again was impressed at just how efficient he was.

Master took absolutely no chances.

Their target was a tall tanned man with a bald head. He was quite muscular with a full beard and no mustache. He looked to be about 40 years old and he was sound asleep.

This was their target. He was a renowned blacksmith who was notably skilled in what he did. Skilled enough to get Rosan's attention.

How Rosan had heard of him? Angel didn't know but her Master had probably been on this island before as Reaper.

Speaking of Rosan, the boy wasted absolutely no time in closing the distance between them. The redhead was like a ghost and he, without hesitation, placed his hand on the man's head.

Angel watched with bated breath at what he was about to do.

Rosan, eyes glowing brightly, said aloud "Modification: Overhaul."

Nothing happened outwardly but that wasn't the point of the technique. No, Overhaul was much more dangerous.

After using Hijack on Izumi, Rosan had wanted to test the technique more and explore options. That's where he decided to make Overhaul.

Whereas Hijack was Rosan taking someone's body over. With Overhaul he was modifying a person's actual mind. They were complete opposites to each other but Rosan preferred Overhaul.

Hijack allowed him to take a person's body over but if they had a strong enough will, they could forcefully eject the boy.

Unless you knew of Overhaul beforehand, which Rosan would make sure was not happening, it was not possible to know that your mind had been rewired. The new thoughts invading your mind would seem natural as long as the redhead didn't make them too egregious.

If you were sufficiently guarded, it would resist the effects of the technique. If you were weak minded however, then even if you knew Rosan was planning on doing it you would find that, like Izumi, there was nothing you could do about it.

Even if this blacksmith were awake, he would not be able to resist the technique. Sleeping just made it far easier on the boy.

When Angel had heard of the technique, she had gaped at how powerful it was. She had not known her Master was capable of modifying even a person's mind but, then again, he had managed to give both her and Demon an entire personality.

Why was this any different?

It was still utterly terrifying.

After 30 minutes, Rosan was done and he stepped back. The sleeping man had looked slightly uncomfortable but not once did he look like he was about to wake up.

"Are we done?" She asked her Master who looked over at her. She noticed that his eyes were no longer glowing so he had to have been.

"Yes."

"What did you do exactly?" The purple eyed girl asked.

"Hideyoshi will now think that the two of us are his apprentices and as such, he will teach us everything he knows about his craft," Rosan explained to her and she marveled at that.

That was incredible! It was incredibly immoral but neither of them cared about that.

The two departed and made their way back to the White Rose in order to wait for the next day where they would learn what they wanted in earnest. Rosan made sure to give the door a lock again and closed the wall he created so as to not cause suspicion.

"That was fun Master!" Angel gushed in happiness. It was not often that she spent one on one time with her beloved creator.

If he didn't mind she'd like to do it more often.

"I do not mind," Rosan informed her and the female copy of him beamed. "Now, let's go to the ship. I would like to read the contents of the recipe book I bought today."

Rosan grabbed Angel, who yelped at the sudden touch, and activated Save Point.

The two vanished without a trace.

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"Rogue! Red! You guys are here bright and early, I like that!" A booming voice greeted Rosan and Angel.

"You are Red," Rosan told Angel after she shot him a confused glance. The girl nodded as she heard that.

"Hideyoshi," Rosan greeted in that ever present blankness. "My sister and I are in your care today," The 12 year old said with a nod of his head.

Angel couldn't hide the smile as Rosan called her his sister. "Don't disappoint us," the clone said, looking the man up and down with a sneer.

What? If they weren't the people she loved, then obviously she didn't like them.

"As rude as ever Red!" Hideyoshi didn't even look remotely bothered by her attitude and he just laughed boisterously.

Angel raised a brow at that. "Master did you —"

"Yes. I am aware of your attitude towards anyone that is not us and so I have adjusted him to be used to it," Rosan interrupted her and she blushed at his bluntness.

"It's okay Angel!" Mod reassured her. "You can be a bit rude but it's a part of your charm and we really don't mind it!"

"Your words are so reassuring Master Mod," Angel said dryly and Mod just laughed at her.

"Right you two —," Hideyoshi began as the blacksmith clasped his hands. "Let's get started! You two are novices right?" He asked and the two nodded, making him laugh again. It was a hearty and deep laugh and Angel was already annoyed by it.

"Alright let's start from the beginning then! First you wanna…"

Angel couldn't resist rolling her eyes. Master was very thorough.

"I must make no mistakes. The same applies to you," His voice rang and Angel immediately straightened up.

"Y-yes, Master!"

She would become an exceptional blacksmith, one that her Master would not be disappointed in.

Despite her dislike of the man, Angel guessed she could pay direct attention to what he was saying.

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A good thing about being a clone, was that you could potentially be as good as your creator was, as long as they wanted you to be.

Rosan was not someone who half-assed things and though they weren't as strong, they were as intelligent.

The two absolutely blew through the lessons taught to them by Hideyoshi and Angel had to marvel at how easy it was.

Master was always a fast learner. It was why he was so strong, the boy learned things at a quick pace that was only enhanced by Modification.

Angel learned nearly as quickly! She was in awe at how easily this came to her and she found herself once again appreciating her Master. The two had drained all the information they needed from Hideyoshi in only 1 month.

This was so unfair… She loved it!

The bald blacksmith had also clearly not been expecting them to absorb his information so thoroughly and he was left speechless when he ran out of things to teach them.

Rosan had since moved on from what Angel was interested in and began delving deeper into manipulating the flames. More then once, she saw him subtly shift the temperature with his draconic abilities to achieve different results with what he was doing.

Angel herself, was using her very limited abilities, inherited from Rosan, to reinforce whatever it was she created. Already her weapons, while less quality, were more durable then the ones created by Hideyoshi. Even that wasn't completely true because Rosan could modify whatever she created and make it even better!

She loved her master, he was so resourceful!

The two were done with their lessons and Rosan had taken the liberty of erasing themselves from Hideyoshi's memories.

"Did you learn what you needed to learn?" Angel asked the boy as they relaxed on the White Rose.

"Yes, I learned a lot under him," Rosan said softly and the female clone smiled at him.

She was glad that she had gotten to spend time with Rosan. Despite everything, Angel had still had a lot of fun and she felt like she learned a little bit more about the oldest triplet.

"I had a lot of fun spending time with you!" Angel beamed and Rosan looked at her. After a moment, he flashed a smile that failed miserably to reach his eyes but still made his female clone light up.

"It's good to hear that," Rosan began before looking at his hands. "I would have thought that you'd have enjoyed yourself far less due to my circumstances."

His voice was always so quiet yet she never strained to hear him. Master just had that presence about him. He was the type of person that could make an entire group of people quiet down to hear him instead of having to raise his voice.

Nothing would ever change that.

Angel shook her head sharply. "No, of course not!" She denied vehemently. "I just enjoy being in Master's presence! It's never boring around you and most of the time, I'm on the ship anyways so it's nice to experience something new," she told the listening boy.

Rosan tilted his head and stared blankly at her. "If you want to leave the ship more often, you may ask. I do not mind taking you with me," he told his female counterpart and her eyes widened.

Really? Just like that?

"Y-you mean it? If I want to go somewhere I just have to ask?" Angel's eyes were wide in disbelief.

"It's always been like that," he told her bluntly causing her to flinch. "I have told you and Demon multiple times that I value the both of you and to stop treating me like Kami. You are much better then Demon in that aspect but you still do it as well."

Rosan had stopped looking at his hand to instead look her directly in the eye. His lifeless gaze filled her with tears but she refused to look away. This was her beloved master after all and she would never forgive herself for rejecting him.

"Meiko saw you both as equals, why is it a problem that I do too?" He asked simply and Angel felt her heart stop at those words.

Tears began falling from the purple eyed clone and she rushed Rosan without hesitation. Engulfing the shorter boy in a bone crushing hug, Angel sobbed into his body.

"I'm sorry Master…," Angel apologized. Hearing Meiko's name never failed to make her overflow with emotion. "Since you created us, I've always had this barrier between the two of us that prevented me from seeing things like that," she confessed and she felt Rosan's arms wrap around her.

"Meiko… she always tried to tell us to stop looking at you like that but we never took her words serious! You are our leader and we always viewed you as such. We never stopped to consider that you wouldn't like that very much…" Angel mumbled into his soft hair.

"I am not too fond of being a leader of anything," Rosan admitted making her eyes widen. "I simply live the way I please. It is why I do not want to be a pirate captain. I command you two because I willingly made you both. It is my duty to do so, but please do not remind me of that fact every day."

Angel couldn't help but let out a loud laugh. Master…he was so childish!

He just straight up admitted that he wasn't a fan of having responsibility and she marveled at the fact that he was doing the exact opposite.

The boy had almost single-handedly, with the help of Master Mod, made the inhabitants of the White Rose's livelihood great for the better part of 3 years. Due to Rosan, they didn't have to worry about any sort of resources!

Money, food, supplies, damages, all of it was handled by the redhead staring at her.

It was startling to realize that Rosan was only 12 years old.

"Do not feel sorry," Rosan immediately said before Angel could even speak. "I care about you all, that is why I do not mind all the duties I have had to do. As long as you were comfortable and I was comfortable doing it, it was fine with me."

"If Rosan, at any point, felt like not doing what he did, trust me when I say, he would have immediately stopped doing it," Mod said fondly and Rosan nodded. "He's a boy that knows what he wants, and knows what he doesn't."

Angel felt her eyes soften as she looked at him.

Her Master was one of a kind and he deserved the world. Rosan was an incredible person and it made her all the more upset that he lost what he loved the most.

"I love you, Master," Angel said suddenly, half expecting him to just nod and say thank you.

"I love you too, Angel," Rosan replied, causing her to freeze, before she looked at him with open mouthed disbelief.

What? Was he just saying that? It was no secret that the oldest triplet had access to none of his emotions anymore… so whatever came out of his mouth was generally the truth.

"It is true that I lack my emotions," Rosan began, causing her gaze to snap to him. "But, that does not mean I have forgotten all about them. It is why I can hug you back and say I love you. Before I lost my emotions, that was how I truly felt," he explained simply.

"That is…," Mod sounded a bit choked up as she said that and the female clone couldn't blame her.

Angel felt her heart constrict at his explanation. Tears started rolling down her eyes in spades and she tackled Rosan to the floor.

"M-M-Master!" She sobbed as she clutched him tightly. "Y-y-you're so damn sweet!"

"Thank you," Rosan said and he patted her head gently.

Angel had the best leader ever.

Maybe helping him and his icy heart really was possible? Either way she would try.

Her Master deserved it.

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"Remind me again why you need this stuff Rea — Rosan?" Aiko asked as she looked at the short redhead before her.

She had successfully procured all the items Rosan had asked for and to get them at such a high quality, cost a pretty penny that would have had her balking had it been anyone else who asked for it.

Luckily, it was Reaper who did so. She didn't mind doing favors for him because well, despite being a complete asshole, she liked him. Seeing that he was such a squirt only made her more endeared to the boy that had showed up and saved their island.

It also made her slightly more afraid. She shuddered at how strong he would be when he was an adult.

"I am currently in the process of creating a stone that does not exist and I require these," Rosan replied to her truthfully and she looked at him dumbly.

Did she even want to know?

3 years around Reaper had told her that if he did deign to answer, it was going to give her a headache and a hangover.

No, she did not want to know.

"Well whatever the case..." Aiko began, handing over the items to Rosan who accepted them. "...I've got all the items you asked for and Akemi made sure they were the highest of qualities, so you should be good to go."

Rosan nodded at her words. "Thank you, Aiko."

The gray haired woman smiled and waved him off. "Don't sweat it Rosan, this is the least I could do after everything you've done for us," she told him.

Rosan smiled and Aiko had to admit, he was getting quite good at that already! The boy's smile actually looked real now and Aiko was glad he had actually taken her advice.

She had to admit, he was pretty adorable.

Aiko rolled her eyes with a blush and said "Get outta here before I pinch your cheek."

"An odd threat but, one I will listen to," Rosan said and she rolled her eyes again.

The boy got up and with a short wave, he vanished.

Aiko looked at the spot he was at and shook her head.

She was never going to get used to that.

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Everything was finally prepared.

It had taken Rosan a while, but he finally had everything he needed to create what he wanted.

The Philosopher's Stone.

After careful planning and amassing his knowledge, the redhead could confidently say he could make a copy of the mythical stone.

Would it be a carbon copy? No. But it would have all that he wanted in it.

There was no set method to creating the Philosopher's Stone so Rosan made his own with what knowledge he did have.

The Philosopher's' stone is created by the alchemical method known as The Magnum Opus. The starting material was something known as the Prime Materia. No one knew what it actually was but it was described in nothing but similes and other nonsense.

All Rosan knew was that it was the base. His goal was to make a weapon solely for him so it was natural what he would use as a base.

"Isn't this a bit much…?" Mod asked in clear worry.

"It's fine, Angel is here to make sure nothing bad happens," Rosan explained and the female clone in question, nodded her head as an affirmative despite looking just as worried as Mod-chan sounded.

As the boy stared into the cauldron, with a startling amount of his blood, Rosan could see why they were worried.

Rosan needed a base to represent the Prime Materia and from what he understood, it was a pure material similar to chaos. Rosan, due to having modification, naturally purified his blood whenever something foreign entered it. Due to being poisoned all those years ago, he had set it up to work passively.

Purge, he called it.

That meant his blood was the closest thing to pure matter he could currently think of. This, coupled with the fact that Rosan wanted this weapon bonded to him, made it the natural choice.

Had he used a bit too much? Perhaps. That detail was inconsequential to the boy, however.

With that out of the way, Rosan could get to the main part of the process.

Alchemy was the transformation of matter. Modification was that but better. The moment Rosan had eaten the Mod Mod no Mi, he had become an alchemist.

Yes, that's why his blood would work. Modification was the transformation of matter and so much more and Rosan was modification now. He was a computer man, he was no longer a regular human. Something like this, to a person with modification, would be child's play.

"That's why…," Rosan began, his eyes glowing brightly "this will succeed."

Rosan slapped his palms together in a praying gesture.

"Modification: Seed of Life," he intoned. In between his palms, a cube of energy began forming which slowly spread his palms apart and it became the size of an apple. Rosan held it directly over the cauldron —

and dropped it in.

"Alright Angel," Rosan said to his clone. "Do you remember the order?" At her nod, the redhead said "On my signal, drop the required ones."

They were currently in a newly created room on the White Rose. It had everything required for blacksmiths and Rosan had told Angel that it was for her. The girl had squealed, squeezed him, and planted a kiss right on his cheek in happiness.

Her embarrassment at her actions had quickly caught up to her and Rosan waved her off.

His redheaded clone nodded at his words and walked closer to him. "Will you be okay Master? You lost a lot of blood," she asked.

"I'll be fine," Rosan told her before focusing his attention on the cauldron.

His tiny pupils turned into reptilian slits and the boy held his clawed hands out. After a moment, a bright flame conjured itself and Rosan aimed it at the bubbling pot.

His draconic fire would need to be exceptionally hot for what he was about to do.

The Magnum Opus had four phases and these 4 phases were what required Rosan to acquire Aiko's assistance. The four phases of the alchemical process were; Nigredo, the blackening, Albedo, the whitening, Citrinitas, the yellowing and Rubedo, the reddening or purpling.

Rosan had asked Aiko to buy him 4 items in relation to those colors.

Nigredo was obsidian.

Albedo was pearl.

Citrinitas was citrine.

And Rubedo was, of course, ruby.

Rosan didn't actually think order mattered, but he didn't see any reason to test otherwise.

"Angel," was all he said before his clone walked up and took out the first stone.

Obsidian.

She carefully dropped the large black stone inside of the cauldron and backed away due to Rosan's warning.

Once she got a safe distance, the flame Rosan held roared to life and he directed a steady stream of the fire to the cauldron.

The reason Rosan had been so interested in learning smelting techniques was to better assess the amount of heat he'd need to properly melt the materials he needed.

Rosan would need a lot.

Normally this would take a lot of time. He was planning on melting 4 materials that were extremely difficult to melt. It would take far too much time and Rosan, based on his learning's from Hideyoshi, concluded there wasn't a natural flame strong enough to achieve this quickly.

So he opted to use the flames of Ragnarok.

"It seems as if all your techniques are dangerously helpful at the moment," Mod cheerfully chimed in and Rosan nodded in confirmation.

The flames of a dragon were said to be the most destructive of any creature. They could lay waste to anything in their path if they put enough power behind their attacks and Rosan had that power within his grasp.

Rosan had used the lessons to better get a grasp on his flames as well. Rosan had been using his flames like a hammer; it never occurred to him that he could use it for so much more.

Like right now.

The temperature of the flames increased to unbearable levels and if not for the fact that Rosan had Mod-chan and immunity from his own draconic flames, he'd probably collapse long before he got to finish.

Angel was spared from it for obvious reasons. The clone couldn't even sweat, heat was inconsequential to her.

Rosan heat up the cauldron for the better part of 2 hours before telepathically signaling for Angel to drop the next stone in there.

Pearl.

As she walked up, she noticed that the contents of the cauldron were pure black.

"That's kinda cool," she thought as she dropped the pearl inside of the cauldron. Rosan had dimmed the flames considerably so that she could do so and the moment she backed away from it, they surged back to life.

She looked over at her Master in worry. His expressionless face was focused on the task and he didn't even look slightly concerned.

What type of monster was he? He had been using those flames for 2 hours… Wasn't he getting tired at all?!

"Rosan's stamina is unreal," Mod spoke up quietly. "Even I find myself surprised by how much energy he has."

Angel couldn't help but agree as she looked at her Master continue to use those powerful flames for another hour.

"Next."

Citrine.

The purple eyed girl walked over to the cauldron to drop the yellow gem in there. The contents of the pot had turned white now and Angel had to wonder how the hell it was managing to do that.

She stepped back and watched the flames roar back to life again. The clone walked past Rosan and paused.

Was… Master breathing harder then normal?

Upon further inspection, Angel verified that yes, Master's breathing was slightly labored.

"Ah… He used too much blood and now he's planning on exerting himself for hours," Mod said and she sounded upset with the twelve year old.

"Rosan is always so stubborn and bullheaded. Even like this, instead of waiting to recover fully, he just does it straight away," Mod lamented.

Angel didn't miss the hopefulness in her tone and she smiled at the Devil Fruit's secret joy.

That happiness soon turned back into worry though. Master had just started on his third stone and he still had one more left. Would… would he really be alright?

She wanted to voice her worries but, Rosan had told her to try and not interrupt his focus so she would not do so just yet.

Citrine took less time then Obsidian, but more time then Pearl.

"Next."

Angel gnawed her finger nervously. Master didn't sound too good. Maybe it was just her mind playing tricks on her because he sounded the exact same as he always did.

She thought about telling him to take a break but Rosan clearly could sense her hesitation because the boy said to her "I'm fine Angel. Bring the last one and then I'll be just about finished."

The taller girl nodded her head and grabbed the last stone.

Ruby.

Ruby… such a harsh reminder. Of course it had to be the last one that Rosan used.

Angel hated looking at it.

She hastily walked over to the cauldron which was now a golden yellow and, without any hesitation, dropped the ruby inside of it.

She stole a glance at Rosan and frowned at what she saw.

His face was flushed red and there was a lot of sweat from him over exerting himself. She saw sweat roll off his body and when it hit the floor, it immediately turned into steam. The boy was using the strongest flames he had produced yet and his breathing was becoming a lot more labored.

Angel was glad that she was a clone because the amount of heat in here was unreal. Master was not a clone though and, even though the heat wasn't affecting him, the energy used to maintain that heat was surely doing a number on the child.

Master Mod must have been working overtime right now.

"Understatement. He's going on probation for a while after this," the Devil Fruit said, her voice tinged with annoyance and concern.

Angel couldn't help but giggle. It was better then being nervous.

Ruby took longer then all 3 of the previous ones. It was the final step so that was natural but it only made Angel more and more worried.

The shorter redhead was straining hard to focus on the task and he was doing his best to not faint at the moment. He had been too reckless to just immediately start it after losing so much blood but he didn't want to risk ruining the purity of it.

A little bit of strain would be worth the outcome and he would just rest afterwards.

Rosan's breathing had turned into panting 1 hour into the process.

By hour 2, the flame had actually faltered for a bit before he immediately caught it.

By hour 3, Rosan had silenced himself completely. Angel had seen a red liquid hit the floor before evaporating immediately and she noticed Rosan's head bobbing.

Finally, by hour 4, Rosan cut the flame off. The boy shakily stood up and Angel rushed to keep him steady when he nearly stumbled. He thanked her and she immediately waved him off.

The contents of the cauldron had turned red again and Rosan knew it was a success. Angel had told him that it had gone through all the necessary color changes.

All except for one.

Rubedo was known as the reddening but, it was also known as the purpling. Only after it reached the purpling, was the process truly finished.

Yet, Rosan had not told Aiko to buy any purple stone.

The boy disentangled himself from Angel and slowly made his way over to the cauldron. After a moment of deliberation, he raised his left arm and stared at it.

Rosan delicately removed the amethyst ring from his finger, kissed it, and dropped it into the cauldron.

Rosan needed a weapon that would never leave his person. One that was not just a weapon, but an extension of himself. To have the Philosopher's stone take the form of a weapon, Rosan would need another base.

He had chosen Meiko's ring.

The giant black pot began shaking violently the moment the amethyst ring had landed inside of it. Rosan took the time to gather his strength and make sure everything was in working order.

Using his flames for more then 8 hours was not great. On the bright side, Rosan felt like he had gained a mastery over his flames that he had never been close to achieving before.

Ragnarok would be exceptionally stronger once he fully recovered.

On the downside, the boy felt like he was about to collapse at any moment. The extended duration of using the flames, coupled with the fact that he had drained himself of a large amount of blood, meant that even he was running dangerously low on energy.

After this, he would get some much needed rest.

It took 20 minutes for the cauldron to stop its shaking. When it did, Rosan approached it without hesitation to look inside of it.

Sitting at the bottom of the cauldron, was Meiko's ring and a stone. Rosan ignored the stone completely and went right for the ring. It pulsed with energy and Rosan wasted no time grabbing it.

The moment he made contact, the ring let out a particularly strong pulse and Rosan felt himself binding to it. He let out a tiny grunt as he felt his skin get pricked but he slid the ring onto its rightful spot.

It perfectly adjusted into it's spot on his ring finger and Rosan felt something brush his mind.

"Father," the voice said and Rosan tilted his head as he heard that.

How… interesting.

"That... is not what I was expecting," Mod said in clear surprise.

"Neither was I," Rosan replied truthfully and at Angel's questioning glance, he explained to her what had just happened.

"I-it can talk?" Angel asked in confusion.

"No… not it," Rosan began as he glanced at the ring. "Their name, it's —,"

"RAM"

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There was another stone.

After testing his new ring and transforming it into a scythe (which took a second longer then he would have liked), Rosan finally payed attention to the stone inside of the cauldron.

Rosan guessed this was how the Philosopher's stone actually looked. It was a glowing red stone that flashed purple at times.

"I suppose I did use too much blood. I had only intended to make one for the moment but, this is fine," he mused as he held the stone in his hand.

What to do with this?

"Consume, Father," Ram said and Rosan tilted his head as he registered the command.

"Okay," he replied obediently.

"Okay?" Angel asked confusedly as she looked at her Master. What did he mean by okay?

"W-wait Rosan, hold on for a second!" Mod exclaimed in disbelief but it was too late.

The two watched in horror as Rosan held the stone up and ate it. The stone went easily down the boys throat and he somehow managed to quietly swallow it.

He didn't even chew it…!

"I thought you eating things you just got your hands on, was a one time thing," Mod said in shock.

Angel gaped at what she just saw.

Rosan stood still for a moment and then, something shifted —

And all he knew was pain.

Blood began gushing from the boys mouth, nose, eyes, ears. The boy didn't even let out a scream as he collapsed.

"What —," Mod said before her voice suddenly vanished.

"H-holy shit! M-Master a-a-a-are y-you o-okay," Angel rushed over at Rosan who had not made a single noise.

Watching blood pour out of her Master, whose face was still expressionless, was the most terrifying thing Angel had ever experienced.

He didn't look alive!

"D-DEMON!" The terrified clone yelled as she picked her tiny master up and charged after her younger twin brother.

"Angel?" Demon called in confusion as he appeared in her sight. "What happened? You and Master were in that room for 8 hours and suddenly you're calling for… what the hell happened to Master?!" His voice had raised into a near shriek as he finally saw the condition Rosan was in.

"I-I-I don't know," Angel stuttered horribly. "H-he had already overexerted himself a-and then he a-ate s-some s-stone a-and then t-this happened and and —,"

Demon clasped his hysterical sister and said "Deep breaths, Angel."

"L-Lets bring him to the medical room," Demon said hesitantly but his older sister was way ahead of him and she had already began rushing there, Master in tow.

Well, that was one way to get him to enter the room.

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"Believe it or not, based on what I'm seeing, Master is actually healing at an abnormally fast rate right now," Demon said in disbelief.

After some slight hesitation, that nearly made his older sister tear into the purple haired boy, Demon had quickly run a diagnostic on Rosan and came to the conclusion that the redhead was actually fine.

"You call that healing?" Angel growled as she pointed a finger at the copious amount of blood on Rosan's face.

"You said he ate the Philosopher's Stone right?" he asked his sister and she nodded in confirmation. "Well one of its properties is that it can rejuvenate a person and grants immortality. Master probably doesn't have immortality, but instead, he likely gained extreme regeneration and his body is just adjusting to it."

Her eyes widened in realization. "He's also lost a lot of blood from using so much in the cauldron. Maybe it's producing blood at too quick of a rate."

"Yes, that's what happened," Mod chimed in sounding tired. "It would have eventually done so, but I stabilized his body. Despite how scary it seemed, Rosan should be better then fine."

Angel sagged in relief at the news and Demon patted her shoulder. They looked over at Rosan and, true to Master Mod's words, the boy already looked better. He was no longer leaking blood so that was a great sign.

"He is in so much trouble," Mod growled and Angel nodded immediately,

Stupid Master and his stupid making her worry.

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He had been sleeping for 3 days.

Mod-chan had not been happy with him whatsoever. Rosan admitted that he was in the wrong for his rather...reckless behavior.

"Just…run it by me first before you do something Rosan," she sighed and Rosan nodded.

That was an easy to accomplish request.

"Also, you may want to come into the mindscape," Mod suggested and he nodded once again.

The 12 year old closed his eyes and opened them when a cold breeze brushed against his cheek.

He was immediately engulfed in a hug, courtesy of Mod-chan, and he returned it easily enough.

"Don't do something so stupid again please," the woman muttered into his hair.

"It…was a lapse of judgment," Rosan admitted and she sighed fondly before pulling back. That was when Rosan noticed.

They were not alone.

His gaze snapped towards the new figure and he gazed at them up and down.

They were a girl, same age as him, with tan skin… the same shade as his. She had long silver hair styled into twintails with dark purple streaks. The tips of said hair were dipped into a similar shade of purple. She had full lips and a button nose. She would have looked like royalty if not for her attire. The mysterious girl was wearing one of Mod's dresses and on her much smaller frame, it looked ridiculous.

The most fascinating thing about this person however was the fact that they had the same face as Meiko and their eyes. Much like Rosan, they had heterochromia. There was a key difference however. Rosan had complete heterochromia. His right eye was a royal purple, and his left eye was a blood red.

This girl also had red and purple eyes. But both were red and purple. Whereas Rosan had one color in each eye, this girl's eyes were a perfect combination of red and purple.

They shone and clashed against each other in an oddly fitting manner and her somewhat bored expression widened as they made eye contact —

Before shifting into… love?

"Father!" her voice was clearly in the midst of puberty as it excitedly cracked. She charged and jumped for the boy.

Rosan would have put his guard up and promptly blast her away, but what she said threw him for a loop.

"Father?" He repeated and she crashed into him. The two fell to the floor and tumbled around. They finally stopped and Rosan noticed that she was nuzzling him of all things.

Mod looked terribly amused by the whole thing.

"Rosan...," the woman began "…This is the ring that you've bonded with, RAM," she finished.

"This… is RAM?" Rosan asked and his blank face managed to convey how confused he was.

"Yes, Father!" Ram said in excitement. "I am your new and loyal weapon! My name was taken from the signature on the ring that I combined with," she explained as she stood up and bowed reverently to her creator.

"Ram…," Rosan said to himself. So, her name was essentially Rosan and Meiko…

How fitting.

"Her presence was not this strong when you first bonded to her," Mod said, a bit puzzled as she assessed the girl that was the same height and age as Rosan.

"I can explain Auntie Mod!" Ram exclaimed getting a blush of surprise out of the woman.

A-Auntie? This girl had been all serious (and naked!) when they first met but, now that she had seen Rosan, it was like speaking to a completely different person.

"I reached my full potential because Father ate the other Philosopher's Stone!" She said getting a raised brow from Mod.

"That's why you told him to eat it, which was extremely reckless by the way, then?" Mod asked and she got a rather ashamed look out of the ring.

"I-I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking about what would happen to Father…," she apologized depressingly. "I just wanted our bond to be complete and it couldn't be while Father was the way he was… Only by consuming the stone, could we bond completely."

The partners nodded at that. "That's why you suddenly exist in my mindscape? We've become synced due to me devouring that stone?" Rosan asked the silver haired girl.

She nodded rapidly. "When I was just created, I was your weapon but… I could feel that you wouldn't be able to utilize me to my full potential and I wouldn't be of full use to you. I would be a failure of a weapon and a weapon who can't do their job correctly, is a weapon better off destroyed," Ram said, utterly serious.

"I couldn't agree more," Rosan said, nodding his head. "What did syncing do for us then and, Mod-chan, how did my body change with the absorption of the Philosopher's Stone?"

"We are joined now Father," Ram said and her eyes glinted a bit psychotically. "Any weapon you want me to turn into I will do so instantly, with the abilities of the Philosopher's Stone and Modification… I can receive your intent and transform before the thought even gets out. Also the best part is, with the two of us synced now, I will constantly evolve with you Father!" The mixed eyed girl was grinning insanely as she spoke.

Ah, so his weapon was unhinged.

How fitting.

Rosan filed away what she said for a moment and looked at Mod-chan. She was warily looking at Ram, who just smiled at the both of them. Eventually, the woman shook her head and let out a soft sigh before straightening.

"After consuming the Philosopher's Stone, your body destroyed itself," Mod said bluntly, giving Rosan pause and making Ram look guilty again. "I thought you were about to die so I stabilized you to the best of my ability but, your body began healing at an insane pace which made me realize that it was rebuilding itself," she explained, still dazed by all that she had seen.

"After your body healed itself back up, it was as if you were an entirely new person. You've completely evolved and everything about you is increasing at a rapid pace. Most notably, Your regenerative abilities have reached unprecedented levels… I think you could even regrow a limb if it keeps evolving like this," she admitted.

Rosan absorbed the information that was given to him.

Ram and him were bonded and that bond turned into complete synchronization after he had consumed the other Philosopher's Stone. Due to this, they would be even more efficient and there would be no delay in their combat. Her natural capabilities of being able to transform into any weapon, had been enhanced with the addition of Modification. Rosan was sure he could even turn her into new weapons that he had yet to use.

Not only that, she would evolve with him. The redhead could assume that before, she would be the exact same no matter what but now, when he grew she would grow.

That would explain why they looked to be the same age. Rosan had managed to make the perfect weap -No.

Rosan had made a perfect extension of himself. Constantly adapting, changing, growing, Ram was just a piece of Rosan, not a weapon.

The 12 year old directed his attention to the information Mod-chan left him.

Another evolution… and this time, it wasn't due to Modification. Rosan hadn't really planned on consuming the Philosopher's stone, but Ram had told him to do so and so, he did.

The results had been…unexpected.

Rosan knew intricately about the Philosopher's Stone. He could confidently say that he wasn't really human anymore. The redhead was aware of what it could do and he was aware of what his version of it could do.

He didn't make it with the intention of immortality but apparently, he had gotten damn close.

At least he hadn't actually achieved it. That would have been bad. Rosan didn't want to be immortal.

That begged the question though… just what was he?

Ah, that's right. Rosan knew exactly what he was.

Rosan was a dragon that would raze everything to the ground.

Rosan was an angel that would bring death to the world.

Rosan was a boy who'd been warped by life itself.

Rosan was a monster.

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Rosan was currently under punishment.

Mod was definitely not happy with him so Rosan accepted his punishment with all the grace he could muster.

He was not allowed to use Ram whatsoever in the period that he was punished. The silver haired girl tried to protest but she was quickly exposed to an upset version of Mod-chan and wisely kept her mouth shut afterwards.

Rosan understood, Mod-chan was as scary as his mother sometimes.

The redhead was also not allowed to engage in any acts of violence. Mod-chan wrote it off as a punishment, but Rosan knew she was just worried about him and wanted to make sure his body was perfectly fine.

"T-that's not why," she grumbled angrily at him.

Truthfully, Rosan felt more then fine. Mod-chan hadn't been kidding, the 12 year old really did feel like he had changed. His body was practically bursting with energy and if he repeated the process of making the Philosopher's Stone, he felt as if he'd be barely winded.

The redhead had experimentally cut himself to see what he was working with and was surprised to see the spot heat up and instantly close.

Angel had marveled, Demon had balked.

Rosan always had a fast healing factor, but this was ridiculous. Did Zoans even heal this fast?

Well, whatever. He needed to stay alive longer anyways.

He would only allow himself to die after he found a reason to live.

Alas, he had been on punishment for 2 weeks and Mod-chan stubbornly refused to let him off.

That was fine, he didn't really mind but he still had his non violent duties to attend to.

"Rosan, can you do me a favor?" Aiko asked suddenly as she handed the boy his stipend.

"As long as it does not involve violence, then yes," Rosan replied as the money vanished from his hand.

The gray haired woman shot him a puzzled look. "It doesn't but… why exactly can't it involve violence?"

"I'm currently under punishment."

…

The Angel of Death, the most popular bounty hunter, a literal murderer… was being punished?

He really was 12 huh?

"Your mom ground you?" Aiko teased.

"My mother has been dead for 8 years," Rosan replied and Aiko immediately winced.

She was so terrible at this.

"Ah… well… uh…s-sorry," Aiko faltered. This kid was trying to bring out all the waterworks huh?

"It's fine, I've come to terms to with it," Rosan softly spoke and Akemi engulfed the boy.

"Don't mind her Rosan-kun," Akemi spoke up, as she gently tousled his soft hair. "Aiko can be really dumb sometimes when it comes to people, that's why I handle all of them."

Rosan nodded and Aiko held her head in embarrassment. Even her sister was reprimanding her.

She didn't have to deal with this shit.

"I just want you to deliver this letter to one of our confidants on another island, I was gonna have it shipped but, you'll be faster," she asked.

"Do they know of our dealings?" Rosan asked and she nodded.

"Okay, tell me where they are and what they look like and I'll have it delivered."

Aiko smiled at Rosan and ruffled his hair. "Thanks Rosan, here's the info…"

"Remember, you're still under punishment," Mod said and Rosan could tell she was crossing her arms.

"I know Mod-chan," he said bluntly.

"Auntie Mod is scary…" Ram muttered

"W-Why are you calling me Auntie?!"

"? Because you're my Auntie."

"…?!"

"That reminds me, why did you call me Father?"

"That's obvious. You created me with your own blood Father and you have bonded me to the ring of your lover. Naturally, that means I'm your daughter."

"That makes sense."

"Don't just accept any explanation Rosan!"

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"...Do I have to deal with two hopeless idiots now?"

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After Aiko had given him the info. Rosan had wasted no time in finding the man she had told him about and handing the letter.

It had been a simple affair and, despite the obvious fear he had for Reaper, he had accepted the item with a professionalism that Rosan could appreciate.

Now he was exploring the island.

It was nothing special, Rosan would normally have left by now but, he had some time to spare and decided to see what this place could offer.

He was beginning to find out that it could offer nothing.

Rosan was just about ready to leave this island. Currently, he was at a stand that sold fruits and was currently picking some out to eat as he flew.

The owner, an old man with graying hair, clearly recognized who was buying his food and was nervously sucking up to him.

"Kiss-ass," Ram idly scoffed.

"Crude, but I agree," Mod said.

"These are the most quality fruits Reaper-sama," the old man bowed repeatedly as he offered the bag to the Angel of Death.

"Thank you," Reaper said coldly as he reached into a coat to get the necessary money. He was about to hand over the money —

and then a tiny blur shot past, stealing the bag in the process, and ducked into an alleyway.

The old man looked as if he had seen a ghost as Reaper's hand stopped moving. He went white as a sheet.

"Reaper-sama I-I can explain," the man stammered, fearing for his life. "T-that was a h-homeless rat w-who has nothing better to do but steal from others! S-she was kicked out of the orphanage because of her tendencies and has been like that since forever."

Rosan simply stared at the man that was overexplaining. He didn't really care what he was talking about.

"How old is she?" Reaper asked calmly and the man's gaze widened in hope.

Was Reaper finally going to get rid of the nuisance? He could only hope.

"She's eleven, Reaper-sama!"

"Name?"

"She doesn't have one."

Hm. Interesting.

Reaper dropped the money onto the stand and looked in the direction the thief ran off to.

He didn't care that his fruits had been stolen. But someone had stolen from him.

That was unacceptable.

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The thief let out a sigh as she hid herself in a hideout she'd made in an alleyway.

It was nothing special and filled with the absolute minimum. Not even a bed was in the barren room.

She shakily opened her bag and reverently pulled out an apple before eating it without any hesitation.

The malnourished girl didn't know who she had stolen the fruits from, but they weren't anyone she'd seen on the island before. With some luck, she could just hide out until they left and repeat her process with the next unsuspecting person.

In no time at all, she had finished the apple and let out a moan of delight. It was still fresh! Much better then the garbage she normally had to eat.

She had been getting so so hungry and the food she normally ate just wasn't enough anymore for her growing body.

People had begun getting used to her antics so stealing was getting harder, the last time she ate something that wasn't garbage was a week ago. Now, she actually had some fresh fruits to eat!

She would enjoy them with gusto. Pulling out another apple she prepared to eat it —

"Are you enjoying that?"

And froze at the sound of a voice directly behind her.

Mechanically, the thief turned her head around and let out a startled shriek at the black void.

W-when had they gotten here?!

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The thief was…interesting.

True to the old man's words, they were a girl who looked to be about eleven years old. Instantly, Rosan could tell that they were heavily malnourished and likely hadn't eaten a proper meal in a while.

She was a small thing with fair, sickly dirty skin and what looked to be blue hair that may as well have been black with all the grime caked in. Her outfit couldn't even be called that. She was wearing filthy rags that were hanging on by a thread and showed more skin then it covered.

What Rosan found most fascinating about her, were the two burning orbs that made up her eyes. They were a burnt orange and, despite the state of the girl, they glinted with a surprising amount of determination.

Rosan had to wonder why she clung to such a sad existence.

"Are you enjoying that, my fruits?" he repeated and her fearful gaze began darting around.

Oh? She was looking for an escape? No matter. None had ever escaped him so, why did she think she stood a chance.

She seemed to realize she didn't have anywhere to go and her gaze landed back onto him.

Rosan tilted his head.

He wasn't going to kill her. Rosan tended to not kill people younger then him unless they decided to attack him with deadly intent.

Besides, he was still under punishment so he was not allowed to hurt her at the moment.

"So diligent~." Mod sounded pleased with him.

The thief seemed to make a decision as they stared each other down because her eyes narrowed in determination and he saw her muscles tense.

Obvious.

She launched herself at him but, Rosan was far too used to people launching themselves at the boy and he knew exactly how to counter such an attack.

He tilted his body to the side and watched her eyes widen in surprise. Before she could fully fly pass the boy, he grabbed her and forced her onto the ground.

"Is this too violent?" He asked Mod-chan, making sure not to use bruising force.

"No, this is fine."

Wanting to make sure he didn't need to escalate the situation. Rosan grabbed her arms in one hand and held them above her. She was struggling immensely so Rosan sat on her stomach.

The boy paid no heed to how filthy she was and how limited her clothing was.

Despite the situation, the girl was still looking for a way out. Her eyes stared at him, hoping to find a weakness, and shut tightly when she couldn't find one.

Rosan found it commendable. It wasn't often that someone fought him to the end. Most people gave up once they saw it was the Angel of Death.

Though, it's likely she didn't know who he was. Ever since the birth of Reaper, no one even dreamed of doing something like this.

Nobody in these oceans were dumb enough to steal from him.

"I do not plan on hurting you," Rosan said and she stopped struggling as much when she heard that. "I simply wish to talk."

She glared at him for a moment, before giving up when the black void just stared back. Reluctantly, she nodded.

"O-okay," her raspy voice said and she sounded like she desperately needed some water.

"I am Reaper, The Angel of Death, what is your name?" he asked, starting simple.

"I-I don't have one…" she replied.

"You don't have a name?"

"… I was left at the door of the orphanage when I was born. I didn hav a name attached ta me and they never bothered ta gimme one."

Her speech was unrefined. She wasn't used to speaking and the words she did use, were those of a novice or outright pronounced wrong.

"You speak as if no one cares about you. Is that the case?"

She nodded sadly. "They hate me. I dunno why."

The bluenette was probably the daughter of a pirate. Rosan didn't know and he wasn't going to go around asking anybody.

"So why? Why do you fight so hard to live on an island where just existing is a fight for your life?" Rosan asked and he tilted his head at her in what could be curiosity.

Her orange eyes burned with determination. "Cause they all reject me," she said bitterly.

"They think I won't achieve nothin and I'll just roll over an' die. I'll keep livin just to prove em wrong."

"Such a petty reason," Mod said in surprise.

Rosan agreed.

The winged Shinigami suddenly stood up, freeing the girl who hesitantly stood up.

"You live here, day by day, fighting for your life constantly. You live in horrible conditions; you are starving, you haven't had a proper bath and you haven't had a proper meal in who knows how long. You have nothing. Not even a name to claim as your own."

Every word he said hammered into her and made her flinch harshly. The reality of his words were bringing tears to her eyes and she shrunk into herself.

Rosan did not care.

"Yet, you continue to fight, simply to reject the people surrounding you. Your purpose for existing is to deny those who want you to disappear. Such a petty, vindictive, reason to exist, I find that admirable."

Her gaze snapped up as she heard him say that.

"You are an interesting person. One who's potential has not yet been tapped into," the black clad figure said, making her eyes widen.

"Come. Join me. Become the right hand of death and I will unlock said potential," the Shinigami offered and she felt her heart stop at those words. "It will not be easy but, with the life you currently live, you already know how to survive against the odds. Do this or waste away into nothing."

She felt her breath hitch at the glowing red orb beneath his hood. He had outstretched his hand for her to grab.

"You, who have nothing, I will give you something."

The thief was interested in his words. No, that wasn't quite right.

She was captivated.

Reaper had completely hooked her in and she found herself drinking in his words as if she had been stranded for years in a desert. She walked closer to the Angel of Death like a woman possessed.

"You have no name you say..."

She stepped closer and closer.

"Well then, as of today, you are —,"

She grabbed his outstretched hand reverently and clutched it with all the fervor in the world. She had made her decision and now there was no going back to the life she knew before.

"Maro."

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Misadventures of Robin and Rosan – 7

Robin and Rosan are 8 and 4 respectively.

How Rosan managed to get a library on his ship!

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Robin was surprised to find that Rosan enjoyed reading.

Surprised was putting it nicely, she had been open mouth shocked when Rosan lamented the lack of books on their ship.

She knew Rosan wasn't stupid. It was just his carefree attitude that made it seem so. But, he was still hyperactive and the boy was like a ball of energy. Imagining him sitting down and reading an entire book was just not feasible for the Archaeologist.

Yet, here they were, disguised, in a library doing just that. Rosan was humming quietly to himself as he read his book and he was idly leaning on her as he absorbed the contents of his fantasy book.

It was dangerously cute.

This was probably the quietest she had ever seen an awake version of Rosan. It was…nice to see.

"Our ship needs some more books on it," she idly murmured to herself, as she flipped a page of her own novel.

Robin would quickly learn not to say such things around Rosan.

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"Rosan… What did you do?" Robin asked with wide eyes as she looked at the newly created room of the White Rose.

Rosan randomly adding a room to the ship wasn't a problem. The boy was normally seen modifying his own ship so often, that it didn't surprise her anymore when she saw a new addition.

The contents of the room however, were an issue.

Why?

Because the entire room looked exactly like the library they were just in a few days ago.

The tiny little boy puffed his chest out with pride as he preened. "You said you wanted books on the ship yea? Well, I got the books!" He exclaimed cheerfully.

Robin blinked dumbly at that.

This… was her fault? How was this possibly her fault?!

"I… I can explain," Mod said tiredly.

"A couple days ago when you guys were reading in the library... You said, "Our ship needs some more books on it." Remember?" Robin blinked at how Mod-chan perfectly mimicked her voice.

"Impressive Mod-chan! You sound just like Robin-nee!" Rosan praised giddily.

"Thank you, Rosan," she said offhandedly. "Well, our cute, adorable, always wanting to impress us, Rosan heard you and he agreed with you. Readily," Mod said gravely.

"You never want Rosan to agree with you and have him do something about it —,"

"Because it will always end up in the worst possible scenario."

Robin found that Mod-chan had not been kidding.

As she looked at the now empty library, they had just inhabited 3 days ago, the Hana Hana no mi user came to the conclusion that Rosan was insane. Everything, even the book cases, were gone.

"H-how?" she croaked in disbelief. The local authorities were there and the librarian was white as a sheet.

"He broke in at night and shrunk everything, I thought he was only going to take like one or two sections but, Rosan is the most selfish person I've ever happened to meet," Mod sounded so, so tired as she explained.

Robin felt as tired as she sounded.

"You like books, I like books. You wanted books, I wanted books. Who wants to spend money on books? I don't wanna, so I just took them!" Rosan said cheerfully and Robin found herself wondering for the umpteenth time just what exactly was wrong with this unhinged child.

She held her head in her hands and let out a tired sigh.

"Huh? Robin-nee, what's wrong?" Rosan asked worriedly and it made her sigh even louder. The 4 year old didn't even seem to see an issue with what he had done.

Well… at least they didn't have to go to libraries anymore?

Robin felt her sanity shake as she found some reasoning to justify this.

"Trying to cling to it when dealing with Rosan will never work. Trust me, I've tried," Mod said, trying to sooth the girl.

Said girl let out a strangled noise as she heard that.

"…?" Rosan tilted his head cutely. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked, puzzled.

"…No Rosan, no you didn't," Mod said, making the boy smile excitedly.

They were both insane.

"Don't you mean all 3?" The purple haired woman said cheerfully.

Robin let out another strangled noise.

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Character Sheet: Ram

Name: RAM (Rosan and Meiko), goes by Ram.

Age: 12 (Appears to be whatever age Rosan is at the moment)

Gender: Female

Summary: Created by Portgas D. Rosan, Ram is the byproduct of the mythical Philosopher's Stone that was fused with the amethyst ring Rosan gave to the late Meiko.

Merely a voice at first, she was given an appearance and a home in Rosan's mindscape after the boy ate the remaining Philosopher's Stone allowing them to perfectly link. The two are bonded to their core and it is not wrong to say that she is merely an extension of Rosan. Fiercely loyal and more then a bit unhinged, the weapon will strike and defend anything in her Father's way.

Abilities:

Able to shapeshift into whatever Rosan desires (this is not limited to weapons but that is her primary purpose).

High leveled Regeneration due to being made up of the Philosopher's Stone.

Able to absorb and transform into any material that it gains access to.

Innate Modification allowing for more fluidity.

Appearance: Tan skin the same shade as Rosan's with full lips, long eyelashes and a button nose. She looks and has the same features as Meiko.

Height: 5'2

Hair: Long silver hair styled into twintails with dark purple streaks. The tips of her hair are dipped in a similar shade of purple.

Eyes: Has heterochromia like Rosan. While Rosan has complete heterochromia (One eye is purple and the other is red), Ram has Segmental heterochromia (both her eyes are a combination of red and purple).

Likes: Rosan, being useful to Rosan, Mod, fighting.

Dislikes: Failure, anyone who dares oppose Rosan.