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Once again, this did happen in the story line but since it's not super important to the plot I add it in as a filler. Enjoy!

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3rd POV
Katsu: Age 9

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 It has been three months since Mamoru's life has been disturbed by a tiny red head. His life has been filled with so many red heads, all of which are troublesome, that he's started to wonder if perhaps he was cursed. Those thoughts typically come around when Katsu goes missing for a good hour and he's left to try not to panic.

Her disappearing act started about two weeks ago. The first time nearly sent the man into cardiac arrest, then again when Yume nearly tried to take his had for losing the child. That time her excuse was that she saw something with "Pretty Colors". Her obsession with colors started fairly recently, about the past month, as Yume has taken it upon herself to teach the child everything she can, as Katsu has forgotten a lot.

Either that or, Mamoru joked, she was just stupid. From the inquisitive look the girl gave to everything, he knew it to be the opposite.

Yume was already set to watch over the bar as Mamoru set out to look for the child. He figured with her red hair it shouldn't be fairly hard to find her. If she happened to get worked up and the wind go crazy again even better for him.

Mamoru's scowl deepened the farther he looked. It had appeared she was no where in sight. That troubled him more, normally she would wonder off but never too far. He had taken note of her terrible sense of direction quite early, it wasn't something she could hide when she literally didn't know her left and right or when she gets lost going to the kitchen.

Had she gotten even more turned around this time?

"Oi, Mamoru!" The man grunted and turned around to address the voice. A sigh escaped him when he saw one of the shop keeps of an art shop rushing over to him with a pouting red head at his side. "You lose something?"

"Thanks," Mamoru mumbled as he nodded for the shop keep to head out.

Immediately, Mamoru crossed his arms and sent a one eyed glare to the pouting girl, who looked as if she was trying to pout harder by puffing out her cheeks more. He sent a soft knock to her head, just enough to make her complain but not enough to actually hurt her head.

"You damn brat!" He scolded, "You had Yume worried. Why the hell do you keep wondering off?" She didn't answer, instead looking away. "Eh? Do you know what kind of people come here?"

This time she nodded and sent out an answer, "Pirates."

"Uh huh, and what kind?" He urged.

"People like Taro." She answered without missing a beat.

This time Mamoru shook his head. "Here's the reality, brat. Pirates come in all different shapes, sizes, and personalities. Some are like Taro, others are annoying, and others are big shit heads who will kidnap a kid that they think can catch a pretty coin."

She paused, her body seeming to freeze at the thought and her head snapped up. "Like the marines?"

That was another unsettling thought Mamoru had. He hated that he even had to tell the child about how they found her, but it was her life and her body that was messed with. If anyone had a right to know, she did. He had tried to explain that not all marines are bad, but it seems for now her thoughts are going to be centered on marines are the bad guys.

"Somewhat." Mamoru offered, then started walking while glancing down at her bare feet. "You didn't wear shoes again?"

She shook her head, "No. I won't do it."

"That's a nasty habit." Mamoru stated, reaching out and grabbing her by the sleeve of her dress as she tried to wonder off again. "What the hell are you looking at?"

"I don't care," She mumbled back before looking back up at him. "The ocean is blue, right?" He sighed and nodded. "But water is clear. Why is the ocean blue but water clear?"

"It, uh, reflects the sky." His scowl deepened. At this rate he'll be getting wrinkles within the year.

"Why can't we go over to the other side of the island?" She asked, her steps becoming hops as she chased after Mamoru's long strides.

"There's big beasts over there and you wouldn't last a second over there." Mamoru answered, seeing the bar come into sight.

"I saw an orange butterfly today. Some pirate told me it was called a Monarch Butterfly. She was a really nice lady." Katsu mused, looking up at Mamoru. "Unlike you."

"Damn brat," He scowled at the child, who blinked at him with a monotone face. "You can't be sneaking off from the bar. As a matter of fact, you should earn your keep. From now on, you'll be helping run the bar."

She frowned, but didn't say much else on the matter as they neared the door.

"Today I'll have you running out orders to customers." Mamoru added as he opened the door and entered, glancing behind to make sure Katsu followed in after.

"Whatever." She mumbled.

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It was past four in the morning and Mamoru was already asleep. Katsu sat at the dinner table with the light on with a frown on her face. She had woken up from a nightmare and had refused to go back to sleep. She kept seeing the same image in her head taunting her and she didn't like the feeling she got from it.

So instead, Katsu found some paper and a pen lying around and was drawing some pictures. It started off fine until she stopped and actually looked at the last picture she had absentmindedly drew.

A chill ran up her spine and she dropped the pencil and pushed the paper away from her. Her heart was starting to speed up as the image came back to her head again.

The dream flashed in her head again, making her clench her head and shake it with a whimper.

Over and over it replayed.

A woman with long hair approaching her, the woman's face too blurry to see the details. Her arms outstretched, then a flash and the woman lying on the ground covered in red. Red liquid pooling around the woman, then covering Katsu's hands. Then nothing for a few seconds before it replayed.

"No. No. No." Katsu whimpered, shaking her head as her eyes began to sting and get blurry. "I don't want to see it. I want- I want something.... something..." She shook her head, trying to replace the image with other things Yume has described as pretty. "Pretty...."

Warm liquid ran down her face, startling her as she reached a hand up and wiped at it. Then her nose began running along with her eyes. Sniffles escaped her as she couldn't appear to hold in this liquid as the image replayed.

The sniffling managed to wake Mamoru, who was a light sleeper. He blinked his eye awake and looked around before crawling out of bed. Opening his door he could see the light from the dining room on, making him scowl as he blinked his eye to adjust.

Approaching the table, where the sniffles grew louder, Mamoru's eyes traveled to a sobbing child, who was rubbing her hands over her face as if to stop the tears. "Why are you getting snot everywhere, kid?"

He paused when she looked up at him, her cheeks red and growing redder the more she sobbed. "I-I... What's wrong w-with m-m-me?" She stammered as she was unable to calm the sobs.

Mamoru blinked at first, then remember her situation. This was the first time she's cried since she's been with him. Therefore, to her, this is likely the first time she's every cried.

He sighed softly, turning and walking to the kitchen. Before he could have any talk he needed some coffee to wake his ass up.

"M-M-Mam-oru?" She sniveled.

"You're crying." He stated, pouring some coffee which was already brewed before he went to bed. It wasn't steaming hot anymore, but it was still warm. Walking back to the table, he pulled out a chair and plopped down. "It's a normal human emotion. Everyone cries, kid."

She rubbed her face harder as more tears fell from her face. Mamoru winced and reached out to place a hand on her head, it was enough to make her pause. "It's fine. Just let it all out. A kid I used to know said crying was good, that it helped release pent up emotions."

"Do y-you cry?" Katsu whimpered.

"I don't have emotions." Mamoru resorted, watching as it made Katsu pause again and look up at him with only a quivering lip and a couple of tears escaping. It seemed to slow down. "Kidding. Rarely." He shrugged.

He took a sip of his coffee and paused as he looked over the pictures scatter over the table. The paper she had drawn over were different bounties that had been sent in from yesterday's newspaper. Most of the pictures were little doodles, a couple were decent drawings of little things, such as a butterfly or a flower. Considering her age and her lack of memory, Mamoru assumed it was decent.

However, one sketch made him pause. It looked as if it was a woman with hair covering her face. Around her was drawn a circle and shaded in. Mamoru picked it up, squinting at it before looking at Katsu.

Her eyes were wider once she realized what picture he was holding. The tears started falling more and she began shaking her head as her bottom lip quivered more.

"No. No. No." She shook her head, "I don't- I don't want to remember the dream. It wasn't good. Bad. Bad."

Mamoru watched for a moment as Katsu shook her head, thinking it will get rid of the dream she had. He wondered if it truly was a dream, or if perhaps it was a memory. Given the situation, he figured it was best to not bring it up, she was already distraught on whatever she saw.

Looking around, he tried to come up with a distraction. His eyes landed on the scattered papers all over the dinner table. He hummed as he searched for some unused ones before setting them down in front of her. Then he got up and walked over to the kitchen, opening up the fridge he stared at it for a moment before taking out two oranges.

Cutting them both in half he walked back over to Katsu, who was still shaking her head. Placing the oranges down in front of her, he set down some colored crayons. Grunting to gain her attention he waited until she paused to look at him with wide eyes.

"Can you draw that orange?" He pointed to one orange he had cut in half. Then the took the second orange, kept half, and offered the other half to her. "I got a snack too."

She stared at it for a moment, her thoughts still cloudy.

"You should eat it, I bet it will help you draw it better." He answered, "Plus, I want to see how good you can draw that. I bet it'll look like total shit."

She frowned at him, sniffling a little bit more. Taking the orange she took a bite of the inside before looking back at Mamoru. He stared at her with a tired bored look. Slowly she took up a crayon and glanced at him again.

"Go ahead, prove me right." He smirked.

She scowled at him, taking another bite of the orange. Looking at the orange she studied it. The last thing she wanted to do was prove him right. This picture of an orange would have to be absolutely perfect. She had to prove him wrong.

Mamoru leaned back in the chair as she started to draw the orange. The tears seemed to vanish, and the sniffling faded. Soon she was too much into the drawing to really pay attention. Then her eyes slowly shut and her head rested against the table. It wasn't a full fifteen minutes before she was completely knocked out.

Mamoru smirked a little bit, resting the half eaten orange on the table, and taking the crayon out of her hand. Picking up the child, he glanced at her picture and blinked. It wasn't near completed, but he definitely knew he couldn't do anything like that when he was her age. Picking up the picture, he turned and carried Katsu off to her bed.

Making sure to lay her down gently, Mamoru pulled the covers over her and walked out silently, making sure to close her door as well. Returning to his room, he opened the top drawer of his dressed and placed the unfinished picture in it. Along side the picture were different little things. Some dried out flowers, an old pair of glasses, some rocks, and some small cracked shells.

Turning he let out a loud yawn and collapsed into his bed. In a few hours he was going to need to get back up and deal with another day with Katsu.

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End of Chapter 79!

So, I believe I should be getting back into the story line after this. This next arc might get a bit... heavy... if I truly write it how I plan it to. Katsu will most likely get some more memories back. Given that she's gotten the nice memories back, you can imagine the next bit won't be as happy.

With that being said, things are likely going to get a bit more tough for Katsu. Especially since things will roll over into the next arc... On another note, I pretty much have her whole family arc written out, but I'm not 100% where I want to place it. I need to catch up on the anime, as I just started the Big Mom arc and have yet to finish it, but I'm thinking sometime after then. That's a long time for ya'll to wait unfortunately, but I think it flows better then. I could be wrong though.

Anyway, I hope ya'll liked the chapter! You got to see more of Mamoru's thinking in this one, rather than the first one where it focused a little more on Katsu. Plus, it really shows you Mamoru's soft insides, which he is excellent at hiding.

On another LOVELY note. The lady that was cyberbullying me is now under some big investigation because she was also cyberbullying Meghan Markle. So, perhaps something will actually be done to stop her with all the evidence that multipule people have of her cyberbullying others.

This is not edited.