"Everything's NO GOOD to you!" Luffy shouted at his father, haki fluctuating and knocking out some new recruits scattered about before turning on his heel and running to his room petulantly grumbling all the while.

The boy slammed his door closed before tossing his stuffed bunny Iva gave him on the floor in anger. Stomping over to his bed, he tossed himself on it with a grunt.

"'You can't go out Luffy, it's too dangerous…'" the boy mocked copied his father with a pout glaring at his door. "'Pull up your hood Luffy, you can't let anyone see your face…'" he mocked again sitting up and adapting the serious scowl his father usually wore. "'Luffy, swords are dangerous, maybe next time when you're older!'" he shouted out in mock as he felt his father near his room. "ALWAYS, always, always, 'when you're older'… I'm already seven, dad!" he shouted and stormed to his door and wrenched it open, pulling it out its hinges.

Unperturbed by the door hanging from his small arms, he let it go to fall on his floor. "I've seen children younger than me handle knives and guns! Why can't I?" he asked in a pleading voice.

"You know why Luffy, those children are holding weapons to kill. They do it because they are consumed with hatred. And hatred only ever brings about unneeded bloodshed." His father told him, lowering his towering body to his knees and brought the boy in a tight embrace. "We fight to protect Luffy, not to avenge." He murmured to his son's ear making the boy tense.

"But Milly and George…" the boy murmured shakily.

"They wouldn't have wanted you to kill for their deaths, they gave it to save you son. Weapons are mere tools to kill. We grow strong to make it so that the weak never seek them again. Do you understand?" the man said softly as the boy nodded against his chest, tears and snot flowing uncontrollably.

Sighing, Dragon looked at his son. The boy needed a childhood; one that isn't in the middle of war. There was one person that could the boy a peaceful home and grew strong at the same time although, the man's character was never really one of his selling points.

Heaving a deep resigned sigh, dragon picked up his now sleeping son and placed him onto his bed.

"I guess it's time you meet your grandfather…" the man said softly against the boy's forehead as he kissed Luffy goodnight.

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Disclaimer: I disclaim any ownership over 'One Piece' and any of its merchandise. This is a FanFiction, created purely for the enjoyment of myself and perhaps others who read it.

A/N: [smiles innocently] Ta-Da!