Title: Blackheart
Characters: Shanks, Blackbeard, mentions of Yassop
Pairings: one-sided Blackbeard/Shanks
Warnings: Stalker behavior, and obsessiveness on Blackbeard's part. Not a light subject.
Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece.
Marshall D. Teach, now known to the world as Blackbeard, watched Red Haired Shanks enter the battlefield. A smile spread across his face. Whitebeard was dead, the world knew his name, and now that man was here. Whatever he did was sure to be magnificent, even more so than stopping Akainu's attack to save the courageous little marine.
"If you allow your greed to continue, it was increase the damage on both sides purposely. Those of you who only want to fight more…Bring it on! We're happy to fight you." Shanks announced to pirates and marines alike. Magnificent, just like Teach thought he would be.
"How about it Teach? I mean, Blackbeard." Teach's smile almost split his face. To be addressed so directly by him…All of his plans were coming into fruition.
"Zhahaha! You're more handsome than ever, Red Haired." He told Shanks with the smile that wouldn't leave his face, no matter what he did. The serious look on the redhead's face, the ways his eyes had changed color, showing the strength of his will…It was enough to drive a weaker man crazy with desire.
"Those scars look good on you." And Teach meant it. Shanks had always been good looking, but seeing him looking so deadly made Teach burn.
The sniper on Shanks' left gleefully lifted his gun, aiming straight at Blackbeard: the fool probably wanted to keep him away from his beloved Captain, but he needn't be so worried. Teach had no intention of going after Red Haired, not today anyway.
The tension between the two crews, and the glint in Shanks' eyes was too much. Teach laughed, mirth exploding out of him. This was his ideal situation.
"Let's stop this, then!" Both crews stood down, the Red Haired sniper visibly disappointed, but smug non-the-less.
"I already got what I wanted. And we're not ready to fight you guys yet." With one last look at Red Haired, Marshall D. Teach turned on his heel to leave the battlefield that was once Marineford. Red Haired would be his and he would break that strong spirit, but not today. Teach was a patient man; he would wait for the opportune moment.
"Let's go guys." He ordered his crew, laughing as they left.
"Zhahaha!"