Chapter One
Maybe things could have turned out differently, maybe if he had been quick enough to getting home, or if he just went to pick her up, if he had listened to his instincts, listened to the screaming voice at the back of his head telling him something is wrong, he wouldn't have a glass jar in his hands with an eyeball floating around in the strange liquid.
The young twenty year old had just gotten home from work, eleven thirty, he found that the front door had been messed with, broken and just barely keeping the door closed.
The freckled face man reached behind his back, pulling out his piece, he levelled it at his side, flipping the safety off, finger over the trigger, he already knew that it's loaded; he pushed opened the door, meeting the sound of a television program ending.
His hand reached the wall and flicked on the light, while he foot closed the door behind him, he found the place a mess, and it looked like everything within hands reach had been smashed apart, broken.
About half way through searching the lounge room, his brain sent lights flashing off inside his head; he ran up the stairs.
"LUFFIA!" He banged open her bedroom door and found it a mess, much like the lounge room, he did a quick sweep then shot off towards his bedroom, going to his own room, hoping that she would be there, would be hiding under his bed, or the hidden compartment in his wall that he hand built.
But the hidden compartment and his bed had been over thrown; he checked every room on the second floor, then ran back downstairs, however as soon as he ended up in the kitchen the gun dropped out of his hands.
The kitchen is the only thing that didn't look broken, in fact it's obverse that they had tried to keep the kitchen clean, they wanted him to see this, to picture what had happened in the kitchen…the half unmade food that's spilled all over the ground and bench, she had been making her dinner…so between seven and eight they had busted down his front door.
She had put up a fight, judging by the blade still lodge in the doorframe right next to his head…but it had all been for nothing and she ended up being pinned to the table, the blood pooled near the middle then spread down dripping onto a knocked over chair from when she must have struggled to get away and the blood slid down to the floor.
The jar resting next to the pool of blood on top of the table showed him why she had bleed, where she had bleed…he picked up the envelope from underneath the jar, ripping it open…
'Fire Fist, Portgas D. Ace, Three days from now at the main square at seven fifteen.
As you can see we have your adorable little sister.
The eye should be proof enough if you get it tested out,
Now Portgas…we don't want to harm her any more than necessary,
but if you do not give us Whitebeards next shipment of 'equipment'
Then I'll send you her other beautiful eye, then her fingers…toes…
And don't try an ambush on the location. Or else...
Ace balled up the paper; he could feel the man smirking when he wrote out the time on the note, the time the asshole must have stormed into his house and hurt his sister…
And now Ace sat on his best friends couch, the jar in his hands, the note in his best friends hands…he didn't want to go to Whitebeard and the gang for this problem, he wanted to see if he could go the back way around it, so he went to Sabo.
A blonde haired man knew almost everything that happened in the city when it happened, almost everything when it happened.
However he didn't know about the attack that had been planned on Ace's house, Sabo didn't know who placed the attack; he didn't know if they had been hired or had their own grudges, he didn't know where they headed too, or what vehicle they used to get away in.
"So you have nothing…" Ace summarised when Sabo had finished explaining everything that he didn't have, Sabo looked up at Ace.
"I don't have anything; I do have a little bit of information."
"Then why where you bullshitting about?" Ace growled standing up; the blonde raised his hands up.
"I wasn't, I knew you would be asking about those questions and wouldn't be satisfied without an answer." Ace breathed out deeply from the nose and let go of Sabo. "What I have here is a list of other gangs or people that are enemies of the Whitebeards; I narrowed it down even further to ones that have met you in some way or form."
Sabo handed over the files and Ace flipped the pages reading down the list, Sabo had marked which ones had personal grudges against Whitebeard and himself, by writing down a P on the side. Ace and Whitebeard had been marked down as well, Ace is a little red dot and Whitebeard is a wiggly yellow line. The ones that had a B next to them were all about the business of what the shipment would hold, then the ones that they do business together as marked with a T.
"How did you get all this, it's privet." Ace wondered when he spotted a few names that only the commanders of the Whitebeards have ever heard about in top secret meetings, all information about the enemies must be kept a secret so all documentaries were destroyed.
"I go through the enemy files that they hold and put things together, but take a look at the list and mark down which ones you think would most likely cause that amount of damage to Luffy." Ace sighed; eyes darting over to the eyeball inside the jar then back down at the list, before he threw the pages down on the table.
"I DON'T KNOW, THIS IS ALL POINTLESS, I SHOULD BE OUT LOOKING!" Ace shouted in Sabo's face; the side door to Sabo's office opened and his right hand women walked in, her blue eyes going down to the jar then the files before going over to Ace.
"Maybe Fire fist you should consider doing what they told you to do, the DNA samples I took from the eye are a match to one Monkey D. Luffia, have a secret meeting with your gang family…they will help you." Ace pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed once again.
"Robin, I can't just do that to them, I mean, I love and trust each and everyone one of them like my brother or sisters…but…"
"You never told them about Luffy." Sabo summarised up, leaning back on his desk arms folded over his chest.
"How could I tell them? When I first entered I was trying to bring them down, so I didn't trust them, I still didn't trust them until after I had become a commander but I had only told one person about whose blood runs through my body and that had been Whitebeard, I didn't tell him about Luffy."
"Just tell the commanders, you don't need to tell everyone…how about I go with you to make it less stressful…and you could use some help with this one." Sabo's blues eyes turned icy when they went down to the glass jar. "She is my little sister too…Robin."
Robin handed over a rather thick folder to Ace; Ace took it with a confused look.
"It's the list of my enemies, I'm sure that they didn't know that she's my little sister too after all…I'm dead to her and almost everyone that knew me."
"Yeah I know." Ace said opening up the folder. "What do these marks mean?"
"The blue P or B is me, the red P or B is you and the yellow is Whitebeard, I have also been working on a list where the three of us have clashed together for personal and business, separate and otherwise." Sabo said walking around his desk and sitting down on the dark blue plush chair that he could properly lean all the way back and sleep on it, plus the button on the side of one of the armrest so that he could make it vibrate…
Ace had stolen the chair when Sabo had first brought it and took it back home, Luffy loved it then one day when she had been in school, Sabo had popped around, bet Ace up and took his chair back and bolted it down to the ground behind his desk so Ace couldn't steal it again.
Ace had told the young girl that he had broken it and it's getting fixed, she still believes that, and Ace is working on how to get the chair back.
"We'll then hurry up; I'll make the right calls to the family so that I can get the meeting set up." Ace lifted his head from the papers and found Sabo doing just that, writing down names and marking them, clicking the mouse on his computer and looking at open files on his laptop.
Ace smiled at his workaholic brother, he pulled out his phone, only listening to Robin's heels going back and forth from the room as she grabbed more papers for Sabo to read over and helping him when his hand stopped moving; the dial tone going through Ace's mobile clicked and he got an amused greeting from and old voice.
"I need your help."
I know, I know I shouldn't be working on a new story when I haven't finished any that I have originally poster up when I promised that I would, but this story bugged me, I had dreams about what might or could happen, I daydreamed about it when I had a different word doc open.
So I wrote it and finished it, yes I finished it so I wouldn't be distracted by it, and the chapters are long so be happy about that.
Oh and I don't say this very often, something I've picked up recently…I don't thank you all enough, so here it is…
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