It had been a normal day for smoker as he filed some paperwork and crossed off all the criminals he had caught that day. it was ten minutes until his shift ended and planned on going to the bar to drink away the days stress. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to work out this night. Five minutes later, after he put away the paper work, he got a call.
"Hey smoker, we just got a call from a concerned neighbor saying someone was seen going into your house through the window. Expecting anyone?" shanks asked, a little bit of concern showing through his voice over the phone. Smoker growled, his grip nearly breaking the phone. He wasn't sure which irked him more, the fact that someone was breaking into his house or the fact that someone dared to break into the sheriff's house.
"No. I will take care of it, I was about to leave anyways." He stated through gritted teeth. The man on the other end grew concerned and went silent for a couple minutes.
"Look, last time someone went to your house and broke in, we had one hell of a cover up to do. People still wonder what happened to Kidd's arm. Are you sure you don't want some back up?" he asked cautiously. Smoker could understand the concern, even he had to admit taking a man's arm off was harsh even if it was a gang leaders who broke into his house. He sighed and shook his head,
"It might just be Garp again. Don't worry nothing will happen. If it is an intruder, I will apprehend him and call for back up ok?" he asked annoyed at how long this conversation was taking. The intruder might be gone by now for all he knew. He was not looking forward to going home to a trashed house. "I have to go." He stated suddenly and hung up on the man, his anger starting to rise at the thought of the mess he'd have to clean if the intruder stayed any longer.
He got on his motorcycle and sped off, keeping his siren off to mot alert the intruder. He parked a block away and ran the rest, careful to be quiet until the point he kicked in his door. "Come out you little brat! I know you're here!" he yelled and heard a rattle from the kitchen. There was a crash of glass shattering and he ran in to see a figure standing with his hands in the air. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked angrily, stomping towards the man.
"Oh, well um, well you see, I was hungry, and this is a nice house so I thought it would have food and yeah, here I am" the figure smiled cheekily. Smoker turned on the light and kept his gun pointed at the other. Once the light was on he was able to see the others features better. The man was tall, with slightly tanned skin and dark brown hair. What caught him off was the way the other was dressed. Shorts, hanging low on the man's waist, no shirt, a hat, and a necklace was all the other wore. It was the middle of winter, how could he be alive being out like that? Just then something caught his eye. It was a flash and quickly his itself again, but it was definitely a tail.
"There are a few things wrong here, brat. First, this isn't just a nice house, it's my house. And I'm the sheriff. Second, you don't look homeless, so why scavenge for food? I'm not buying it. Third, how are you at all warm with the way you're dressed? And last, what the hell are you, because no human has a tail." He glared and cocked his gun, "I expect all of the answers quickly, or else I shoot." The man grinned and put his hands down.
"Well aren't you observant. Well, honestly, I don't care if you're the sheriff. I'll get what I want anyways. And the food was really just a cover. I was waiting for you to get home, so I grabbed a snack while I waited. As for the warm and tail, well, I am a demon." He finished and smirked at the others expression. Never in smokers life had he met someone so cocky and delusional.
"Right. So this means a trip to the nut house is in order. Which one did you come from?" he asked as he picked up his phone. The demon just laughed.
"Really? Humans are funny things" his tone darkened and wings emerged from his back as he flew to the other quickly, pinning him on the table. "I want your soul, smoker. Once I have it, I can take over my section of hell, so be a good boy and stay still while I rip it out of you." Smoker glared and threw the offending male off of him. The force of his shove threw the demon back and into the liquor cabinet.
"What is your name brat, they'll ask when I call the nut houses to turn you in. and while we wait for them to pick you up, you can tell me how you made those wings and tail." He stated annoyed. The demon laughed loudly, almost making smoker jump at the suddenness.
"A demon never gives its name, and these wings and tail are part of me. I was born with them." He got up and brushed he broken glass off of him. "You're pretty strong. No wonder everyone wants your soul." He walked calmly over to the other and whipped his tail at the man's phone, cutting it in half. "What do you want in return for your soul since I see you won't just give it up" smoked stared at him, shock apparent on his face. His face soon contorted into anger as he punched the demon.
"You think I'm going to make a deal with you, stupid brat?! Demon or not, I will not go easy on you!" he yelled and went to punch him again. The demon dodged and kicked smokers head, knocking him into the alcohol cabinet.
"Sorry old man, but I have to say, my grandpa can fight better than you" he grinned as smoker flared with anger. Smoker watched him carefully, then grinned when he noticed something.
"So, demons never give away their name right?" he stood strait and smirked, "then I guess it's not a good idea for a demon to have his name, tattooed in plain sight, ace" he grinned at the demon stiffened.
"Shit. I forgot to cover it" the other mumbled to himself. "What of it, you don't even know what to do with it." He stated loudly, hoping he was right.
"Get out of my house ace" smoker stated calmly. Ace growled as his legs moved on their own, taking him out the front door. He tried to claw his way back but his legs kept moving him out. Once outside on the sidewalk smoker closed the door and locked it. "Well that was easy enough." He sighed, ready to relax on his couch when he heard yelling outside.
"You son of a bitch smoker! How could you do that to my little underage brother you rapist! He has aids because of you!" he heard ace yelling outside as his eye twitched. He knew exactly what the other was trying to do, and it angered him to no extent when it worked almost instantly as his phones started ringing. His neighbors first, then the neighborhood, then shanks. 'Guess that's what I get for living in a small town' he thought to himself
"Please tell me it isn't true smoker" the red head pleaded over the phone.
"Of course it isn't true. The brat is just trying to get me to let him back in." he tried to explain.
"Then let him back in damn it. Do you even know his name? Why he was there?" the other questioned. Smoker sighed and shook his head.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're interrogating me shanks." He growled annoyed.
"What do you expect?! The whole town is calling, they all think you're a perverted diseased rapist and want you out of town! I have to make sure it's not true, tell me it isn't true!" smoker rubbed his temples, a headache long set in.
"I told you, it isn't true. The kids name is ace, I kicked him out. He got angry and started attacking my reputation. Just send some guys to come get him would you?" smoker was done with all of this. It was supposed to be his day off and he still hasn't got any sleep since he came home from work. As he was thinking he noticed silence on the other end. "Shanks?" he asked slightly worried.
"You said ace, right?" he asked finally. Smoker nodded.
"Yeah, the brat has it tattooed on his arm. Why? You know him?" the other end went quiet again.
"They've started…" shanks sighed, "come down to the station. There are some things you should know" smoker scoffed.
"The boy has wings and a tail and wants my soul, I think I know what's-"
"His grandfather is Garp" shanks interrupted. Smoker went quiet this time, not sure what to say. If he was Garp's grandson, did that mean? No…he'd been friends with Garp since he was young, he'd know if the man had a tail or wings, let alone a family.
"You're wrong. Garp is not a demon." He stated finally. Shanks sighed.
"I know. Garp's wife was. He had a son who was, who had sons who were. If this is the same ace were talking about, then you can expect many more demons coming after you, and probably other strong willed people around here. We need to make preparations. Bring ace with you" he explained to an extremely shocked smoker. All he could do was hang up and get ready to go.
He stepped outside and was bombarded with people, some with cameras, some just towns people, all asking questions and pointing an accusatory finger at him. He saw ace leaning on his car smirking. He went over to his car and grabbed the boys arm, throwing him in the vehicle, not realizing it made him look worse. After he got in the car he sped out of his driveway.
"So, ready to make a deal? I have the power to make this all go away. No one will even remember today, let alone what they've been told about you." Smoker lit his cigar and sighed.
"No. I'm taking you to the station where Garp can take care of you." The other male visibly tensed at the mention of his grandfather. "Yeah I know about him. Now shut up ace and don't run." He used the others name for good measure. The other sat frozen, unable to move even if he wanted to.
"You won't get away with this. Even if I get sent back, others will come for you. My brother, my friends, hell, even my enemies. You and every other strong willed person will not be spared. But everyone prefers your soul, since it has not only strong will, but wisdom, strength, and frankly, you're pretty hot. So guess what, you're screwed either way old man." He ranted at the other. Smoker held back a blush and sighed.
"And that's why you will give me all the names of those who might come." He stated sternly. Ace laughed,
"Right, and why would I do that?" he smirked at the other,
"Because if you do I might let you go and say you escaped before I got you to Garp." He bargained with the other. He hoped it would work because if he knew Garp, the boy would get a concussion before any valuable information was reaped. The demon laughed,
"Ok. So let's say I give you that information, then you let me go back to hell where those people whose names I just gave you gang up on me and try to kick my ass. Sorry, not happening." Smoker sighed,
"Then give the names of the people that will be targeted be demons."
"No" he stated simply. This brat was giving smoker a headache of a lifetime.
"Fine, were here anyways. Time for Garp to see his grandson. And for me to get some answers." Ace stared at the police station terrified as smoker got out of the car, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him to the front door of the building.
"I can give you sex!" the demon yelled out suddenly, making smoker whip back to stare at him surprised.
"What?" he asked, starting to get angry at the others accusations. He wasn't gay, he didn't even like people, let alone a specific gender.
"Demons are able to read the soul, to make better deals. Your gay, and you think I'm attractive, and I will give you all the sex you want just as long as you don't take me in there!" smoker stared at him, confusion painting his face, than anger.
"I am not gay. And I don't think you are attractive, just oddly toned for your age. Now get going ace, into the station" ace groaned as his feet started moving.
"I can show you that you are gay. Or at least bi. Come on don't do this, even you must have mora-"
"Ace!" Garp's voice boomed through the station. Smoker grinned and sat down.
"Time to sit and watch. You should have just left brat" he glared at ace. He planned on letting Garp give the boy a lesson then getting some answers, but he didn't mind enjoying the show while he waited.