Ace's POV

Dammit, I can't beat this man. His stupid fruit. I will get his head. I need to keep them back. I forced my self to fight but my body didn't respond. My body wasn't responding to anything. My body was too numb. I saw my end. The Whitebeard's fist was lifted into the air. I only smiled, at least I have kept them away long enough.
"Gurarara, I thought you were a very interesting brat," he laughed.
Suddenly a figure was standing in front of me.
"Stop!" the figure said.

Short black hair waved in the wind. Her back was facing me. She wore a Kimono, a black kimono with white strings and pink flowers decorating it. Whitebeard took a step back and looked at the figure. The figure turned around and then kneeled to my level.
The figure had black hair, hazel brown eyes. It reminded me of someone but at the same didn't. I just stared at the figure. She then cupped my cheeks and moved her silk fingers on my cheek. She gently crazed it.
"You remind me of someone... Roger... Rouge..." she muttered through her pink lips.

My eyes widened as I slowly felt sleepy. Really sleepy at a time like this. Vines and grasses started to engulf my bleeding arms. I tried to pull them off but the hand on my face made look into her eyes.
My face was forced to move to her. One of her eyes had turned green.
"Just let the rest to me. You'll be fine. So as your Nakama," she whispered.
Some reason those words seem to calm me. As my body was engulfed with vines I let my body rest. Why... why...
Why am I letting the demon's words reach me...