Acelu Fanfiction
Yaoi/Lemon
Italicizing = events
Normal text = explaining
You'll get it once you start reading. ;p
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Chapter 1:
Luffy's POV:
"YOU DIRTY PIECE OF SHIT! GET!" the man screamed at me, heaving rocks at my direction, aiming for my head. Running and running... and that's how I got here.
My mother couldn't keep me around. She was a drug addict and could barely focus on getting clean, let alone a 3 week old child. I can still remember some things that she'd tell me before I went to bed; "The boogy man gets you, and when he does, he won't let you go. Make sure he doesn't get you. Fight your heart out, even if it means getting hurt, Luffy. I love you, darling." I'm not totally sure if that was a positive quote of hers or a negative one. Around the age of 3 is when she cracked. She eventually killed herself, but in front of me. A child filled with potential and innocence... she killed the only thing he knew... in front of his own eyes.
So, that's when I became an orphan. My father was out of the picture for whatever the reason. My relatives hated my mother, didn't even know who I was and particularly didn't care either. I was alone. For the first few weeks of my mother's death, I wandered the streets. I was never taught anything by her, so I was a pretty dopey child. I couldn't count, I couldn't read, I was never potty-trained; I didn't even know my own name!
That's when it all happened. My life began on September 24th.
I was strolling down by the dockyard and somehow ventured out too far. I wanted to touch the water, so I ran over rocks without any shoes, sprinting, racing, running...
I tripped.
I fell.
When I awoke, I was in the hospital. It was a stifling smell that suffocated my lungs that will always stick with me. I was wrapped in a sort of sheet kind of material, and I had some kind of wires stuck in me. I was drowsy and sore. "Hello, sweetie!" a lady says to me, "How are you feeling?"
"Eh?" I didn't know how to talk.
"Can you talk?" I just looked back at her. She sighed and wandered into the hall. Moments later she arrived with a tall, thin man, gawking back at me. He had waxy looking hair with a dull tone to it. His eyes were crusty and his breath reeked of coffee.
"Hey." I started laughing. He made me really happy, he seemed like a nice person. She looked at the nurse and smiled at her. She whispered to him and he nodded. "Can you say, 'mama'?" I began to laugh again. He grimaced. He saw my size and my mature outlook. He approximated my age to around 4 years of age, set me up with a Special Education Counselor and submitted me to an orphanage.
Once I arrived at the orphanage, the smell of fish and soap clogged my nose. Screams and shouts were all I heard, and violent noises and shattering and banging... It seemed so scary. I looked up at the Special Ed. lady and looked at her with sorrowful eyes. She smiled at me and guided me to the owner. "Hello, miss. I'd like to speak to you about this young man." The 'miss' was smoking a joint and tricking a can of dented Pepsi. Her hair was graying and her eyes were saggy. The councilor lady led me to the lobby area, and told me that she'd be back soon. When she left me alone, I ran.
"YOU DIRTY PIECE OF SHIT! GET!" the man screamed at me, heaving rocks at my direction, aiming for my head. Running and running... and that's how I got here.
"Hahahaha! Fuck yourself old man!" I stuck my tongue out at him, sandwich in hand, flailing my arms as I ran away. Once I hit seven, I encountered a small boy digging in the same trash bin as me.
"HEY! You there!" I look up with a piece of dirty bread in my mouth, smiling. "This is MY bin!" I frown. He seemed upset.
"E…e..you…ya…" I said smiling. He looks at me, and begins to chuckle.
"Can you not talk?" I nod. He widens his eyes, walks over to me and looks at me dead in the eye, "Do you want to learn?" He grinned. "My name is Sabo."
My encounter with Sabo was miraculous. It's because of him that I know how to speak and communicate and count (but not well). I am now twenty years of age, a young adult with loads of memories and encounters that will never leave me.
But, the biggest encounter of my life was when I met Portgas D. Ace, the most important person to me.Chapter 2:
Holy shit, I'm hungry. I can't stop thinking about food. Now that it's the winter, it always gets hard to find food to eat and a place to lay my head. I knew that it wouldn't take long for the winters viciously cold winds to tear me apart, so I quickly departed to the closest store. Everything was close because of the winter holidays. I began to lose hope.
In the vast expedition on trying to find somewhere to warm up, I treaded through the thick snow, stumbling upon a cute little coffee shop. The sign said Closed but there was a man inside. He was tall, muscular and taught. I wandered in, for more than one reason. Bells chimed as I entered the shop, forcing him to turn and investigate the visitor.
Ace's POV:
What an adorable soul. His immense brown eyes were a story book to me. I gulped as he approached me, "Is it okay if I stay in here for a bit to warm up?" I subconsciously nodded like a fool and allowed him to sit and rest. Why was he here? It's midnight and he looks underage.
"Uh, would you like some coffee?" I chimed, hoping he'd accept my offer so I could grant him a small token of appreciation.
"What's caw free?" He replies, I couldn't help but snicker. I cleared my throat after realizing my girly retort and answered,
"You've never had coffee before? How old are you anyway?" I say rather sternly. That didn't bother him one bit. He seemed thrilled to have someone to talk to, and that softened my heart.
"I don't really know if I'm sixtenth or sevententh" he giggled. I look at him perplexed,
"Don't you mean sixteen or seventeen? And how don't you know your age? You must know how old you are." I say lazily. He smiles at me widely and explains,
"You see, I grew up without a family, so I never really knew how old I was. Just guessing!" He snickers, "Oh, by the way, you have stuff in your hair!" I panic. How can I ALLOW myself to look so IDIOTIC?! I comb out the whip cream hastily and try to act like it was nothing.
"Yeah, that was just whip cream. But anyways, would you like some coffee, sir?" I inquired politely. I wanted to seem as nice as possibl-
Wait! Am I gay?!
"Sure. If it's food then of course I'll have some. Do you have any sandwiches?" He asked, so tranquil and subtle. Butterflies fluttered around my abdomen as he stared at me. I choked.
"I, uh… u-uh i-t's kind of... l-late…" I would cook a buffet for him, but the owner would be so angry. He seems so helpless, though. His large eyes… looking for life… looking for a purpose. "You can come over to my place if you want to...?" It's only mannerism, right?
"REALLY? Wow, that's awesome! Thanks!" He jumps up and runs over to me, grabbing me in a snug embrace, rubbing his face against my chest. My face felt so hot. "We can be friends, ok?!" I smile at the smaller boy and grin widely. I begin to giggle, he looks up, "What's so funny?"
"Uh, nothing." I brush it off. "So, are you coming or what?" I gently push him away. He recovers and smiles,
"Of COURSE I am!"