Your cellphone dials away in your ear as you patiently await your father's voice on the other end of the line, your free hand massaging a towel into your wet hair as you idly stare at yourself in the mirror.

You look a lot better now, much more refreshed and the new face wash you've been using has definitely left your skin looking a lot clearer and healthier, the sight bringing a small smile to your face. 

"You'll be a model one day, bitch." You playfully chime to yourself, striking a somewhat lustful yet goofy pose and lowering your voice to mimic a line from a song you had heard this week. "'Cause baby, you were born this way~!"

A small giggle leaving your lips at your own silliness, however you're quick to kick yourself into gear when you hear a click, followed by your father's voice. 

"Hello, my little petal." That greeting brings a smile to your lips immediately, Sir Crocodile isn't known for being sweet to anybody but for you, he'll always make an exception.

"Hey dad!"

"Judging by the giant crater left in my bank account, I think it's safe to assume you've found a nice home?"

An enthusiastic grin etches itself into your features as you hum an excited "Mhm!" down the phone, your free hand disposing of your towel and grabbing a hairbrush before beginning to rake it through your wet locks. "It's a massive home and it's so elegant! I feel like I'm living in a mansion, I don't know why it was so cheap but the water works like a dream so I can confirm that there's nothing wrong with the boiler at least!"

 "Of course, you get a new house and the first thing you do is take a bath...why am I not surprised?" The male grumbles, drawing a guilty snicker from your lips, it's true that you like to relax in the bath quite often and you'd usually stay in there for over an hour which would sometimes lead to your father knocking on the door to make sure you hadn't drowned. "I trust Doflamingo was also a gentleman?"

"Yeah, he was...weird, but decent enough." 

"And the paperwork?"

"All--!" Your voice falls silent as you notice yet another shadow dart by in the mirror's reflection, your head turning so quickly that it's a shock you didn't break your neck as your eyes rest on the hallway leading out of the bathroom. 

"[F/n]?" Your dad calls from the other end of the line as you slowly approach the bathroom doorway, the shadow looked like it ran into a room on the right so with much anxiety, you reach a hand out to the door, it seems like it had been pushed to but not closed fully - something that only has your fear increasing.

Okay, okay...at least if I get attacked, my dad will be my witness. 

"I think someone is in my house." You lowly mutter down the phone before switching to facecam but instead of having the camera pointing toward your face, you have it pointing ahead so that if you get attacked, your father sees the person responsible.

And with one hard push, you swing the door open to reveal an empty room, the only thing in here is a single box labelled 'Clothes'.

Oh my God, if I open it and some creepy kid crawls out, I'm going to have a stroke!

"Dad...you still there?" You airily ask as you nervously reach for the cardboard flap, only finding your confidence again when your father answers with a focused; 

"Yes, petal." 

And with that, you swiftly fling the coverage open, your wide eyes landing on a neatly folded jumper stacked on top of some other clothes.

The sight eases you ever so slightly, whereas your father is merely snorting on the other end of the phone, a small frown on your face as you turn the camera around to facecam him properly.

"I thought I saw someone come in here..." Your voice is a little lower than usual, embarrassment clear as day written all over your flustered face as you idly scan the room with your eyes, even though it's been proven that nobody is present.

"I hear it's normal to be paranoid on the first day in your new home, especially when you live alone."

"I'm not paranoid!"

"I'm sure, Petal." His short response only drawing a growl from your throat as you subconsciously tighten the grip around your phone. "Anyway, I have to work through these finances so I have to go for now. I'll come visit you soon enough though."

And just like that, you're smiling again.

You're admittedly quite eager to get settled in here and decorate all the rooms to show your father how independent you can be, since his idea of 'soon' is usually a couple of months from now, you gather you'll have plenty of time to work with. 

"Okay dad, good luck!" 

"You too." He rumbles before a click sounds, the line going end in your ear and causing a small pout to slowly engrave itself on your features as you roughly skim the empty walls with your eyes.

"I've never decorated a whole house before..." You lowly mutter as you trail back out into the hallway, there's plenty of space for paintings and photos but you only have a couple that could match these walls, redecorating looks like it isn't going to be avoidable. 

"It's not all bad." The sudden voice causes your whole body stiffen, your eyes just about leaping from your skull as you spin around to find a young blonde stood in the bathroom doorway, it would seem that he somehow got past you when you entered the previous room. 

I knew somebody was here, damn it!

Instinctively you begin to back away, clutching your dressing gown tightly around your cleavage as you begin rapidly hitting buttons on your phone. 

"Who the hell are you?! I'm calling the police! You better leave! AND WHO ARE YOU?!"

Your outburst only seems to puzzle the blonde rather than frighten him however, his eyes widen ever so slightly as his brows raise, though he's quick to smile and wave his hand at you dismissively. 

"The cops can't see me...neither should you, really." He carelessly hums, completely unfazed as you bring the phone to your ear and request to speak to the police urgently. "You see, I'm dead, a ghost. Have been for years now."

"Hello?! I need an officer! Now!" You blurt down the phone, seemingly ignoring the boy and only causing him to pout. "There's a man in my house! ...YES, I'M SURE! ...HE'S SPEAKING TO ME, FOR FUCK SAKE! JUST SEND SOMEBODY BEFORE HE KILLS ME!!"

"I have no intention of killing you. Plus, this is technically my home, you're the one trespassing." 

"I don't know his name! JUST PLEASE SEND SOMEBODY! ...THANK YOU! I better not be dead by the time you get here, my father will sue--HELLO?!"

Naturally, the boy just stares at you as if you're completely deranged before suddenly bursting into laughter, only freaking you out more in the process as you back up with your phone aimed at him, ready to use the device as a weapon if you have to.

"You're pretty funny!" He cheerfully admits while crossing his arms over his chest, staring at you with a slight innocence in his eyes, watching as you back yourself up toward the staircase. "You talk to yourself, pose funny and even rage funny!" 

God, he saw me goofing around too!

"Sh-Shut up, you pervert!" Finally reaching the stairs, you begin to sprint down the steps as fast as you could go, trying to get away from the blonde and to the front door without being murdered. "The police are on their way!" 

Much to your horror however, you only end up running straight into the blonde once you reach the bottom, the shock seemingly stunning you for a moment before you launch yourself back, falling on your butt as a scream tears from your mouth. 

HOW?! WHAT THE FUCK?!

"Stay away from me!" You scream out in your panic, throwing your phone at the blonde but he effortlessly shifts to the side, causing the cell to fly past his head. 

"Well, there goes your secret weapon!" The blonde chuckles, backing away from you with his hands slightly in the air, lazily acting like he's not a threat. "I just didn't want you to fall down the stairs, I wasn't trying to scare ya!"

Despite his words though, you're very scared. And quick to race for the door when you see a silhouette through it's frosted glass window.

The police, thank god!

Blasting the door open, you almost fall right into the cop's arms, dramatically flailing your index finger toward the mysterious blonde in your house, the boy still hasn't even moved an inch and is just watching you in amusement.

"He's there, officer! He's there!" You loudly squeal as your eyes lock on the policeman's, he's roughly middle-aged with tan skin and brown hair, you can vaguely see that he has a tattoo on the left side of his chest and facial hair decorating his chin and upper lip. 

Your brows knit together though when you notice something off; there's only one officer. 

In attempts to make sure that what you're seeing is correct, your eyes scan the police car parked outside, only to see that nobody is inside.

No partner. He came by himself. 

WHAT THE FUCK?!

The officer steals your attention once again as he waltzes into your home, his dark eyes skimming the household lazily and completely ignoring the blonde stood right beside him.

"What's the problem here, ma'am?" He gruffly questions as his gaze lands back on you, causing your jaw to drop and your hand to gesture toward the blonde once again.

"ARE YOU BLIND?! MR..." Your eyes squinting as you read the officer's badge and your voice becoming a slight growl to make very clear; you'll remember his goddamn name. "...AKAINU?! He's stood right fucking there!!"

His stare follows your hand at least, his orbs landing on the boy but once again he does nothing, his focus turning back to you and a small frown etching itself into his face. 

"Are you okay, ma'am?"

"What sort of question--?! No, I'm not okay! There's a fucking intruder stood right beside you and you're just staring at him like a fucking idiot!" Your rage unsurprisingly causes the intruder in question to laugh, the blonde making a futile attempt to hide it with his hand and earning himself a fiery glare from yourself in return. "It's not funny, you pervert!"

Officer Akainu looks beyond lost though, his eyes jumping between yourself and the blonde before they finally rest on you, the man straightening himself up as he clears his throat. "Okay, madam, you are aware that you could get into trouble for wasting police time, yes?"

I BEG YOUR PARDON?!

"Wasting police time? What the fuck are you talking about?!" Your voice becoming more of a roar now as you vigorously prod your finger into the blonde's chest, causing the boy to even jolt a little as he stares down at your hand in shock. "He's stood right here, he's not resisting, he doesn't live with me and yet, you fail to arrest him!"

"You can touch me too? Amazing..."

"Shut up!" You bark at the blonde before turning your glare back to the policeman, the older male's face is clearly filled with bewilderment and there's a visible droplet of sweat rolling down his temple, seemingly coming from underneath his police cap.

"Lady, there's nobody there..." He finally confirms, staring at you for a moment longer as your finger continues to poke at the blonde's chest as you insist on the boy's presence. "Look..." the officer finally sighs. "It's clear that there's something wrong here, maybe you've got schizophrenia?"

"No, I do n--!"

"So I'm going to let you off with a warning for now and urge you to get some professional help, if you waste police time again though, I'll be forced to fine you." 

"WHAT?!"

"Good day, ma'am!"

And with that, he's strutting himself back out of your door, leaving the blonde in fits of laughter whilst you eagerly follow hot on his heels still drowning in disbelief. 

"No-no, you will not pin this on me! You're blind or something, there's a man stood in my fucking house and you're really not going to--"

"There's amazing therapists out there, Miss. I strongly advise you to look into them, there's even one in town named Dr. Tsuru, many from my unit had to go see her for help with PTSD, you should strongly consider it."

"Fuck you!" 

Shockingly, he didn't care about your outburst at all, simply getting into his car and taking his leave all while  you lost your mind at him.

"Honestly, he's got some nerve making out I'm the crazy one, I could see the guy stood right in front of him, he couldn't! So, who's the dumbass now? Certainly not me!" 

Your eyes narrowing as you re-enter your house, the blonde staring at you with a wide (and almost cute) grin, seemingly unaffected by everything that just took place here today.

"What the hell are you? A magician?!"

"Heh, I wish. Like I told you, I'm just a ghost."

Of course you are.

"Honest!" The blonde chimes, almost as if he could read your mind. "You can ask me anything, I'll tell you what you wanna know!"

...I must be out of my mind.

"Fine, let's go to the living room then."

"Ha! Funny, real funny, Petal."

"It wasn't a jo--DON'T CALL ME THAT!"

This conversation is going to be a pain in my ass, I can already tell...