"Happy birthday, me." I murmured as I ripped open another monkey's throat using a knife formed from my own blood.

The remaining three monkeys screeched, the last remains of what had once been a group of twenty. Backed against a far too steep wall, they eyed my two bloody knives warily, having seen the danger in them plenty enough for even their small brain to understand that a small cut was equal to death.

Makes sense. I poisoned them with some pretty strong stuff.

My grin didn't leave my face as my birthday gifts tried to find a way out. Finally, getting bored, I threw the two knives as hard as I could towards the monkeys and charged at the last one.

They were all far bigger than me, standing almost four meters tall, but they were pathetic compared to my awesomeness. In an instant, I was in front of the last monkey, the other two now with nice, big holes in their chests.

It screeched and tried to punch me, but I was far too fast. I slammed my fists into its chest, and they easily pierced through.

Blood rushed out from my own arms and into the monkey's body. With control that I'd gained through grueling months of training, the dumb monkey literally exploded, blood showering everywhere.

I licked my lips as a trickle of blood landed on my face. Satisfied with today's gatherings, I set to work gathering the rewards.

My arms melted away along with the two knives, forming two streams of blood. They split into hundreds of smaller streams as they snaked their way towards the corpses of the monkeys and any blood I could smell or see. With practiced ease, the bodies were crushed into a paste as the blood swallowed them all and then mercilessly crushed them.

Calling back my blood, I breathed out a satisfied half-moan. Ever since that fateful day around 3 years ago, I'd been almost destroying myself by the sheer amount of training I'd done. Although I don't really call mass-slaughter of anything moving and preferably not-human as training.

I call it 'having fun'.

I still was not satisfied with my progress. At 10 years old, I could crush a grown man with my pinkie, but compared to monsters like that red-headed bastard, I would only be prey for slaughter. While I did have a few... kinks... on that, I'd rather not die so pathetically. 

I hummed lightly, thinking about what I should focus on next as I walked away from my latest prays and back towards my base.

I'd essentially abandoned the shitty town and the shitty woman, Makino, in favor of hiding in here. Thanks to my most precious treasure, that book the dumb god gave me, I'd been able to start practicing haki. While I couldn't even make my hand black, I was progressing along nicely, and it was certainly helpful in hiding from dear old grandfather Garp when he decided to visit.

He still hadn't found me. I was quite thankful for that.

I'm pretty sure he could sense me, but couldn't pinpoint my location. Thus, I think he chose to respect my wishes (for once) and leave me the hell alone.

Arriving at my base, which was a very tall and thick tree, I transformed my body into blood and slipped into the narrow crack that ran along its bark.

I'd long since discovered something very important about my fruit. Or all fruits, really.

They defied logic, science, and common sense to a degree that I doubt I would ever be able to fully wrap my head around. I mean, by now, I'd slaughtered several thousand beasts, all of them quite large, and drained them of all their blood. Any blood I took I would be able to use as I wished, but where the hell did it go, I had no idea.

Ignoring the impossibility of this dumb world, I carefully lit a candle using a lighter. The inside of this tree wasn't big at all, but it served its purpose.

It was basically a bed with a small 'desk' to the side and some interesting things that I kept. Most of my belongings were usually with me. Or rather, within me.

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Apparently, if I could drag something into my body, it would go to another dimension or whatever. No idea where. I could easily expel or absorb anything into this dimension, and I'm pretty sure that's where all my blood is kept. Maybe.

I was a good girl, and thus, I did my cute little homework of re-reading my precious book for what had to be the hundredth time. It had something like 2000 pages, but considering I'd been reading it every day for the past three years, it wasn't a surprise I finished it.

Checking the clock that I'd stolen from some random idiots back in town, I allowed myself to fall asleep at midnight. I liked my sleep, and thus, I woke up at around 11 am the next morning.

Yawning and rubbing my eyes, I unhappily forced myself to get up from the bed and get to doing shit. Like murdering the annoying raccoon that was trying to scratch its way into my little base.

I transformed my arm into a spear and forced it out through the crack before spearing the unsuspecting animal. It was almost too easy sometimes.

Absorbing the body, I retracted my arm. With another yawn, I got up. Yesterday, I'd hit 10 years of age in this world. It was time to get out of this island.

The book gratefully contained a map of the world and some explanations. I was quite lucky to be in the 'weakest sea', for it allowed me to grow unsupervised, but if I remained here too long, I'd only grow bored. I needed challenges.

I also had my eyes on these creatures called 'sea-kings'. Their size alone should allow them to have quite a bit of blood... Nothing more needs to be said.

Gathering my stuff and absorbing it into my body, I left my hideout and made my way to a secluded beach. There'd been some weak pirates there once, and they'd apparently been using it as a hideout.

I'd enjoyed hearing their screams. My only regret back then was that I was only 9 years old, and my sex drive had been basically zero. Otherwise, torturing them would have been so much more fun.

Eh. It'd have been weird anyway to play with them while in a female body. Originally, I'd been very much a hetero man, but I could still enjoy a good torture/rape session with another man. Now, in a female body, I found my desire for my old kinky plays very much waning, especially with other girls.

Still wasn't sure if that was a hormone thing or whatever, but I didn't really care. I'd seen and done much weirder things than switching sexual orientation and preferences.

As I idly thought of this to entertain my bored mind, I finally arrived at the beach, finding it nice and clear. 

I'd had some pretty revolutionary ideas about my fruit lately, and it was time to put one of them to the test.

I allowed my blood to crawl out from my arms, allowing several tons of the stuff to flow all around me.

Then, I gathered it all together and forced my will upon it, shaping it to my desire.

A large, fish-like shape formed. I gave it several dozen arms at its side, and also gave it a huge mouth filled with teeth that I especially hardened.

At the end of it, a truly nightmarish creature stood there. It was completely blood-red, obviously, and it stank of blood to high hell, which, again, was quite obvious.

It was weird separating myself from my blood. It was like I was splitting my own mind in two, but it wasn't particularly unpleasant.

I couldn't see or control the creature exactly, but a part of my mind could. It was like delegating a part of my mind to take over the creature and then amputating that part. I could easily reconnect it, but it wasn't needed.

The blood creature entered the water quite easily and swam around for a while. Smiling widely, I opened my arms wide even as the giant creature rushed back at me, mouth wide-open.

My senses pinged all of a sudden, and I turned around, seeing my cute, disgusting, useless brother rushing towards me, screaming my name.

Oh. How cute. He was worried about me. 

My smile didn't falter as the mouth of my own creature chomped down on me and swallowed me. I wasn't hurt even a single bit as I navigated my way through my own blood.

I'd stored away enough air to last me years, so the air was no problem. Food was also good, but the water was a bit more problematic. I still had several barrels of the stuff in my body though.

I connected my vision to that of the creature and watched as my useless brother somehow extended his fist to punch it. It was weak and useless, but it still gave me a pause.

My useless brother ate a devil fruit? Huh. Didn't know that.

Behind him, I could see two vaguely familiar boys trying to stop him from rushing head-first against my cute little monster. 

Snorting slightly, I decided to spare him and myself the trouble of a misunderstanding and surfaced from my creature's back.

My waist and below was still in the creature, but the rest came out. Luffy and his cute friends all gaped at the sight, and I smirked at them.

"Good afternoon, my useless and abandoned brother. I'm leaving, so please kindly fuck off. I suppose I'll see you when you finally get the balls to come to find me in the wide seas." I cackled evilly. It didn't sound quite as good as it used to, but I suppose having a ten-year-old girl's voice does that to you.

Flipping them off with my middle finger, I retreated back into my cute little monster. I even had it send the boys a demeaning look before having it crawl into the water and disappear in the sea.

Half an hour later, when I was sure that there would be no more interruptions, I stopped my creature, which I decided to name as the Fish Ship. Because it was a fish. And used as a ship.

God damn, I'm creative. Somebody kneel and worship me.

I huffed slightly and set to work making my Fish Ship into something a bit more... livable. After that... Eh, I'd figure it out later.

Probably going to murder people. Maybe I'll be a bounty hunter?

Questions, questions. I sighed as I set to work decorating the inside of my cute fish.