…is not to know how it ends
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Basil panted heavily, his whole body lying on the ground as heavy as a stone. That lightning arrow or whatever it was what Kizaru shot through his stomach hurt a lot – or at least the damn wound it caused. That son of a bitch marine was finally gone because he had been called, and now the "Magician" lay there and couldn't get up.
Diez Drake was lying in the debris of the last house he crashed through as well, but he hadn't been hurt so badly that he was nearly half as screwed as Basil Hawkins, whose upper body he now lifted carefully after he had spotted him. At least he was still alive.
"Urgh! Darn!" Basil exclaimed moaning and looked up. When he saw Drake he bit his lips and frowned. "I don't need anybody's help, thanks. Especially not yours, Mr. Drake." Basil almost hissed. Diez didn't listen to the blonde and pulled Basil fully up to his feet.
"Hey, come on, don't be all gruff. You are totally crushed and bleed like hell, Hawkins." Drake turned and tightened Basil's sash a bit to get something equal to a tourniquet before he went on: "Moreover we need to get away from here as soon as possible. The marines will certainly come back, alongside with Kizaru. I am sure that you don't want to be dragged into prison AGAIN." Drake responded calmly but emphasized the last word. That made Basil cringe internally but he managed it well not to show it. He really did not want to remember it.
"Uh, yeah? At least I won't die so very soon. The cards said it and they're always right. They didn't say anything of… confinement either." Was the constrained, dry answer.
Due to his injuries Basil had to lean against Drake and clutch at the redhead's cape, writhing slightly. "Well then… maybe it is because I offered my help to you, dear Sir Hawkins." Was the equally dry response. It seemed that both men where pretty similar concerning their social manners.
"Maybe so…" Basil's lips twisted rather uneasily upwards a little and he took some cards out of the pocket which could be found under his pink scarf that was draped around his hips, one hand still trying to stabilize the reeling body. He pressed the card deck into Drake's right and drew a few cards and looked at them for a while. "Pfff…. You are right, unfortunately." Basils deep voice was confident as always, but you could hear a slight undertone of admitted defeat. So the 100 % chance of defeat wasn't only meant to last in the battle with Kizaru, but now he had also to yield to Drake.
"But let me at least walk by myself, would you?" Basil stated and shoved Drake's arm firmly away. Unfortunately his feet were all shaky and not stable enough, so he fell forward and right into Drake's arms again, slowly becoming all dizzy as theblood loss finally showed all its effects. Basil huffed in anguish about his weakness, seeing the blood dripping slowly onto the grass.
However the physical pain was nothing compared to the mental one this all caused. He owed Drake his life already. One of the cards which he saw only a few moments ago was Five of Cups. He had to admit that this time it was hard for him to get the meaning in this special case and in fact it startled him. Loss and defeat in an emotional sense. Was it what he felt right now or would it also reach further into the future or was that even about the past? What else was to be lost? That special card wasn't something the voodoo man liked to see. The embrace of the other man wasn't exactly unpleasant but he felt like a fool. Like the fool who had been captured by that redheaded marine Rear Admiral five years ago. And that man was the same one who helped him escape from prison later and saved his life once. Maybe he would find out why their meeting in the past had been so overwhelmingly strange and so overwhelmingly cruel in regard of the future.
Drake didn't say anything. He knew that the pride of Captain Basil Hawkins was already hurt enough and he pulled the totally damaged man along with him just to be shoutedat by some of Basil's crew members who were standing quite a bit away: "Hey, what are you doing with our captain?" But before Drake could answer, Basil gave the response already: "It's alright. Just wait at our ship or do whatever you want here in town, gentlemen. I'll be back sooner or later." Hawkins gasped and his head was hanging down now, his long wavy blond hair covering his whole face and almost his whole body too. There was almost no strength left in him and if Drake hadn't held him up, he would have pounded viciously onto the ground.
Basil wasn't what you could call light, he was only a little shorter and a little less muscular than Drake – if at all - and the way he was 'walking', or rather tumbling, inclined that he was nearly unconscious, so it was even more difficult to drag him along. It took both men quite a while to get to Drake's ship. It was interesting for X Drake to see what had become of Basil Hawkins. He had become even more powerful and had the third highest bounty of all Supernovas.
Drake set Hawkins down on the bed in his captain's cabin and looked for bandages and other medical stuff in the drawer next to it.
Basil lay on his back looking at the coffered ceiling, his eyes almost shut. They became void, his breathing trailed off a bit. The situation was awkward. The last time he had been alone with Diez had been in… captivity. Why did Drake help me to flee at all? It was by all means his fault that I had to sit and wait in that awful place for four years. Why the change in his alignment? Did he even become a pirate right after my escape? Drake had always been the well-mannered and rather serious type. He treated Basil as a pirate no different than any other marine, which did impress Hawkins indeed. Basil hadn't exchanged a word with Drake in all at that time, but that didn't seem to bother Drake.
The "Magician" already had his 'magical' powers when he had been caught, but he had been still so inexperienced with them. Probably his abilities were one of the reasons why he was to be executed. The marines made it clear to him on the first day he set foot into the prison cell. Still, he didn't see the shadow of death already back then. Nonetheless, his conditions during his prison sentence were very uncomfortable. The cell was extremely cold and Basil was happy to have the ability to make a few voodoo dolls out of hair from still living persons he found in his cell. But they subsequently died and made his body suffer in the end when they were gone. The four years in prison had especially affected the tall man's psyche. They made him even colder – as cold as ice.
He played with his cards all day and watched what was going on in other peoples' lives, otherwise he would have went insane. He felt his heart itching every silver rays of moonlight made their way through the barred window and into his cell. How often he was standing silently at that window glancing outside. He wouldn't die in prison but how long would it take to get out of it? Execution would have been the fastest way to escape all that sorrow.
Why had he been captured at all? It surely had been something very trivial, hadn't it? Yeah, it was – kind of – just trying to build a big cult with him as a guru, something similar to Ener who once tried to be "God"; it was boring for Basil Hawkins after all. He had never been the type to let people worship him.
But the main thing in question was the following: How did it happen that Drake got the chance of bringing him into jail? Uh, now that was the embarrassing part. Basil had been ogling the guy whole time when he confronted Hawkins' at the beach on an island, where he and his crew were just gathering more followers. Drake looked all too intriguing. He hadn't even noticed that Drake wore that characteristic marine coat with the justice sign in the back. Drake caught him totally off guard. Basil face palmed. He had absolutely no voodoo dolls stored back then. He hadn't foreseen it, foreseen that the marines would be after them. And why not? Because he hadn't looked into the cards either. Moreover he didn't transform because he was so distracted by Drake's appearance as already mentioned and before he could offer any resistance he was brought down by Drake and was knocked unconscious, just to wake in a dirty little cell. He hadn't been used to his Devil Fruit abilities yet and he had been way too sloppy. At least he had learned to be careful since then – but for a high price. Probably Basil Hawkins wouldn't have become so notorious if he hadn't been in prison once, because of being too careless about everything. He had enough time in Impel Down to think about it.
The memories faded, leaving Basil's face blank and the blood running through his sash was making a mess on the bed sheets, but Drake didn't seem to care as he approached the bed, he leaned over and removed the whole sash before painting the wound with iodine. After he was finished with that he wrapped the bandages around Basil's waist. The redhead wondered if Basil was actually feeling pain because he didn't feel or see any movement of said man's body other than breathing evenly. Maybe he just doesn't show it… Diez mused.
Basil was watching him closely. He certainly wondered why Drake always wore that mask. It didn't cover that much anyway and there was nothing ugly to hide beneath it. "Is there any reason, you are helping me again? Do you want my bounty or what, now that it's higher than the one you received for arresting me last time? Want to put me back in that hole for not saying thanks? If so you don't need to make an effort of keeping me alive. I won't say thank you anyway because there is nothing I can be thankful of." Basil said to break the silence.
"No, I don't intend to get money for you at all." was the blatant answer. "I am just not a fan of seeing fellow pirates die, especially the ones I had made sure not do die in the past."
"Why all that? It seems that you're having an odd personal interest in me, Mr. Drake. You already had that interest in me five years ago, am I right? I really wonder. I was merely a petty crook in regard of what's now considered high-class for pirates."
"Yeah, a petty crook with an already enormous bounty for trying to make a very selfish use of your abilities, which could have led to serious problems if you gained too much power. And you say you were a petty crook. Pffft. You just seemed to be inexperienced in that regard and didn't take enough precautions, so you inevitably drew the attention of the marines to you. You were lucky that I was the one who got you."
"No, I wasn't. If you hadn't been the one to show up, I would never have been captured." Was the earnest answer, and with those words Basil took out his deck of tarot cards. But before he could draw any of them Drake slapped them out of Basil's hand so that they scattered around on the whole bed. "Would you please leave this stuff out of it? Why do you have to know everything? Why won't you just live instead of predicting everything? Because you can't be all calm then?"
There was no emotion seen on Basils face. " Once, I didn't look into the cards and that probably caused my grave issues with you. It's kind of interesting to see you so unusually violent, Mr. Drake. Well, you had been very straight-forward with the use of physical power when you were about to confine me, but I thought of you being rather calm than that hot-tempered. It amuses me."
Actually it didn't. It didn't matter. There was nothing to really care about. As Basil could see, Drake didn't exactly like that he brought up the point. Diez blushed slightly and didn't dare to look into Basil's staring and investigating eyes. That man had in fact caught his attention. It took quite a personality to gather an almost large amount of spiritual followers in not that much time. Furthermore he was mysterious and hard to figure out - he had always been, one could see that easily at first sight. Drake was upset that he wasn't bestowed any strong emotion by the other Supernova.
Why doesn't he just once lose all his composure, he doesn't even when I am getting mad at him?! Was that man even capable of any emotion? Well, he seemed so show a glimpse of anger when Drake tried to help him and that made the whole thing of getting to know the blond man even more appealing. It was downright thrilling to lure more out of him, but now the tall man just lay there, almost beneath him – still staring at Drake with those crimson eyes. Drake was drawn into the eyes with a stern stare, his mouth slightly opening.
The expression on Basil's face didn't change at all and Basil reached out for his cards but was instantly stopped by Drake again, who grabbed Basil's wrists and pinned them down in the sheets. Hawkins' face showed pain and his mouth opened showing his teeth all pressed together. He was coiling up beneath Drake and that made his body stretch even more and the wound caused the feeling of being ripped open.
"I actually wanted to take care of your wound but it seems you don't need that help any more since you are already again doing what you probably do all day. Isn't it so?" "I didn't ask for your help, remember?" Basil whispered, his voice full of spite. Alas, the guy had a point and he was getting all upset in the end. "Why is it so hard for you to accept help? Because you want to keep up the impression that you are all strong and invulnerable?" Diez asked in a serious voice.
"That's none of your business actually. Did you just bring me here to get to know the pirate who is a creepy fortune teller with lots of voodoo dolls? Do you want to know who he really is? He is Exactly what he seems to be, I can assure you." Basil made it clear - now all monotonous again - and suddenly fell back into the pillows.
Liar… thought Drake and let Hawkins go to finish the bandaging. After Drake made sure everything was alright he stood up and eyed the blonde who had closed his eyes. He surely was eccentric and farouche but not creepy at all to Drake. Being that enigmatic wasn't all negative. He sat down next to Hawkins who had indeed fallen asleep. No wonder, he must have been exhausted as hell. Or did he justpass out? His face really showed extreme pain a few moments ago, so it would be one of the natural results. His golden waves had become even longer as if he had never cut his hair and he wore it all loose now. In former days it was bound to a ponytail with a broad black satin ribbon. Drake couldn't resist caressing those long strands. He removed Basil's blood-spotted coat, his boots and his gloves before he covered him with his quilt. He had regained all his beauty. Basil's hands felt rough and warm, these hands which Diez had seen touching the rough walls of the prison cell so often when he leaned against them, standing all alone in the empty moonlit room, looking into the darkness or out of the window. He never cried but always soon sat down looking a picture of misery, obviously shaking. Diez had always kept an eye on Basil Hawkins when he was near Impel Down and soon felt regret that he had imprisoned him. Likewise, he had been more than just a little shocked when he was told that Basil was to be executed. So Drake betrayed the marines greatly, which earned himself lots of problems. He rigged a dismissal paper and got Basil out of that hell. He seemed to be like a walking corpse after four years now. The first three years there wasn't any change in Hawkins' appearance, but then his health decreased rapidly. Basil Hawkins had gotten very thin, and looked sick and fragile. His eyes had been almost shut for the whole time Drake escorted him outside. He didn't say a single word to Diez, he did not deign to look at him. It hurt the Zoan fruit user more than he wanted to admit. His feelings had been hurt, and again it was Captain Hawkins who hurt him now with acting so repelling towards him.