Hey guys! After several months, I completed ImperialMint's One Piece Big Bang Challenge. For those of you who don't know what it is basically what you had to do was write a 25,000 word One Piece Fan Fiction from October 2014 to April 2015. Also, you were paired up with an artist who made a piece for your story.

It is done! A special thanks goes out to ImperialMint, for inviting me to be in the challenge in the first place. How could I forget ChibiKanakoNyu, the wonderful artist who illustrated the art? BTW, she is on Tumblr, and her Tumblr, and her art s amazing. You guys should really check it out sometime.

Thanks, guys! :D

The main pairing for this story is Marco x Ace with a vampire S&M twist to it and a side-story with Zoro x Sanji, and Zoro x Kuina. I decided that making it an emotional BL would go along better with the story than a yaoi, but there is hints of yaoi in it. There's also more angst in this than I had originally planned for there to be. I'll admit that this story will not make any sense at all. This story may offend some people. I'm sorry if it does.

Warnings:Underage sexual activities, blood, marking, non-con, drug and alcohol use, depression, thoughts of suicide, sadism, masochism, swordplay.

There is multiple chapters to this story and takes place in the same world as one of my other stories, Dirty Laundry. This story takes place about a year or so before that one but there is no Law x Luffy or Kid x Luffy in this one.

I don't own One Piece so don't sue me. Constructive criticism is also okay with me, so if you have any, please tell me. Enjoy! :D


As I stare at the ceiling all I can think about is how I can't open the window and let the outside world see me. This is mainly due to the fact that I haven't bothered to make myself look human and will probably never feel human again.

Vivi must be going through a totally different situation. She probably isn't hiding from the media with her blinds closed and with hair so messy that rats could nest in it. Vivi doesn't have to deal with being talked about over the water cooler or in some random beauty parlor.

If she wasn't out on the streets modeling some new designer outfit then she was probably back home, at her family's house. Actually, the Nefertari family lives in a castle –being royalty and all.

The reason why we met was because she was obviously accepted into every college she applied to and she just happened to chose my school. That's how we met –sitting side-by-side on the rim of a fountain when it was almost dark. I imagined that Vivi was already seeing another person. If I closed my eyes long enough I envisioned the perfect boyfriend, the kind of person that she could've dated for three years and not broken up with. The kind of guy that was nothing like me.

I can't get over it.

I'm generally known as a nice guy and as a nice guy, I usually get treated fairly well. I'd always smile at people, laugh at even the lamest jokes, and hold doors for the elderly –that kind of stuff. And say yes to girls I knew I had no chance with in the long-run.

I roll over and consider checking my phone to see if anybody bothered to call. Don't even let me get started on how many pointless sympathy texts spammed my email once TMZ found out about everything. Most of them were from people I had never met and some of them were in foreign languages. There was even one in Swedish, but that's not the point.

The point is that even though I got the emails that I still felt like crap. There was a few from my friends and family. I just couldn't bring myself to reply to those. What if they come here and see me like this? How do I not know that there's not some sort of secret camera in here? If I answer those texts, could they get leaked?

I have no idea what made me do what I did next. I hurled my cell phone to the other side of my bedroom, where it landed somewhere behind my dresser. I heard the screen crack. I hate that thing.

Another reminder of the way that she decided to break up with me. Vivi didn't even have the guts to say those things to my face, yet the whole world knows about it because our conversation somehow got leaked onto the Internet. Now all people can remember is my terrible stutter and what she called me.

Suddenly, the door opens and my roommate lets himself in and sits down in my desk chair without even asking. "What broke?"

I glance over. Thatch has his arms crossed against his chest and he's not smiling.

"You mean, besides my pride?" I reply and Thatch chuckles. It wasn't meant to be funny. "I threw my cell phone. I might have to get the screen fixed."

"Ace," Thatch pauses. He stares at me for a long time until it starts to creep me out. Then he finally said, "You're going to have to get out of here sometime."

I mumble something which may have passed for, "I'd rather die than go out in public again."

"Well, whatever. Luffy called while you were sleeping," he changes the topic. He knew that something like that would get my attention.

Luffy is my younger brother and maybe one of the only people who could really make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, even before Vivi came along.

"Really? What did he say?" I feel bad for sulking so much.

"He sounded like he was desperate. Luffy wanted to know how you were doing. Most importantly, your family thought that you had committed suicide due to your general absence from society," Thatch's face is grim, but determined. "He pleaded me to ask you to do two things. Just two things."

Like what? Oh my gosh, were they really that worried? I feel like such a monster that I blurt out, "Tell me!" I'm actually sitting up for a change.

"First, he told me to wake you up, but I see that you're wide-awake after giving you that news. Then he begged me to try to convince you to get out of bed, take a shower, and eat something."

"Is that it?" I squint. "That and the fact that Luffy wants you to quote 'have fun'," Thatch nodded. "Seriously?" because I can't bring myself to believe the part about 'fun'.

"I promise," he grinned. "So what do you say? I could call him right now and tell him that you're dead –"

"You don't have to do that," I interrupt. "I'll do it."

"You gave in so quickly. See? Vivi really was a manipulating bitch that was just using you to make that one actor dude jealous!" his face changes until he looks guilty. "Ooops. I wasn't supposed to tell you that, was I?"

In my bravest voice, I manage to say, "That guy must be wasting his time."

Though on the inside, I feel awful. It's like somebody is repeatedly stabbing me in the chest and isn't giving me time to recover from the previous blow. I get that it isn't Thatch's fault for me not being good enough.

"That's the spirit. Shouldn't we take a celebration selfie?" Thatch waves his own cell phone in front of my face.

The last selfie I took was the day before my break-up. I had been eating ice cream with Vivi under the shade of one of the many trees in the park. She had playfully put some of her ice cream on my chin to make it look like I had grown a beard or something. That one didn't go on Instagram.

If you looked up the word 'untidy' in the dictionary, I'm sure be the definition. I knew I didn't look so hot lying in bed the way I was for the past week or so, but shit, even my old high school principal looked better than I did in the selfie. And that guy was ancient.

We add no Photoshop or any kind of editing to our picture. I tried for a smile and only a weak one came out – Thatch looked like one of those people off a tooth-paste commercial.

"So?" he sounds excited. Like a teenty-bopper-at-their-first-concert kind of excited. Silence. "So?" his voice is practically oozing with happiness. The situation strikes me as so ridiculously lame that I actually laugh.

"Heck yeah! That's the spirit, man. This is great progress. Here, I'll even make breakfast while you take a shower," Thatch offers, because he is the best roommate in the world. "And call Luffy back to tell him all about it."

Now I smile for real. "Thanks, dude."

Some old alternative music happens to play just as I'm getting out of the shower. Thatch's choice of music is pretty much the same as my own: Everything from R.E.M. to Dinosaur Jr. All of that influential music that most people these days don't appreciate. Sure, we weren't even alive when some of the music was made, but that's what makes it kind of cool. We can listen to a modern rock song and trace it back to how U2 sounded like in the 1980s.

He's even singing. I'm so used to him doing this that I don't mind. Like he promised, he cooked: A great big chocolate cake with too-much frosting. See, our general idea of breakfast is whatever we can find in the fridge. Outside of the occasional spurge we almost never eat 'real' food, if you know what I mean. We're both in school and part-time jobs have horrible pay.

How we survive, I don't know. Thatch and I don't really care about eating healthy, either. That's why we exercise. Soon enough, I'm pigging out alongside him as if it were any other day of the week. I listen to him talk about what's all happened over the past few days (thankfully he says no more celebrity gossip, though).

"A woman got shot in front of her kids in a parking lot?" my eyes widen.

Fuck. And I thought my life sucked. "Yup. That's unfair, isn't it?" he shakes his head. "It's like, 'Okay, here's a kid. Maybe I can shoot their mother right in front of them!'"

I think. Not about the shooting, but how unfair life can be and what can help me accept that. Nothing comes to mind and is just a reminder that there is really no peace in your life until you die. I swear, Vivi screwed up my head. I'm having all these thoughts run through my head as memories of the past float around inside my head as words squeeze their way in between all of it.

"So I was thinking," Thatch says. "That maybe you'd be interested into going to Izo's house with me tonight? I dunno. Izo's family isn't going to be home so he invited me over to marathon this show on Netflix."

Izo is another friend of ours who may seem like a pretty normal dude at first glance. He's fiercely loyal and gets the right grades. Everything he does pleases his parents. I wonder if they'd want to find out that their son is a casual cross-dresser when they're not around.

When I first met Izo, he was dressed like a woman. Actually, I thought he was a woman and we were both at a party so I was like, Hey, maybe we can flirt. Things went good and I wasn't that ticked off from the deep voice I was hearing.

Then Izo asked me whether I was gay. "What?" I had laughed.

Izo winked. "I'm a dude, if you couldn't tell earlier. You're not bad-looking at all, but don't tell anybody that I said that."

Eventually, I got to know him better and found out that he was an awesome person to be around. I don't even care that he thinks that I'm sexy.

"That doesn't sound too bad." I imagine the three of us bumming out hardcore in his living room while eating too-much junk food, howling with laughter as we're watching all of our shows. The typical everyday pursuits of young adults.

"Sweet," I can see the cake that's stuck in between his teeth. I remind myself not to burst out laughing. "He won't mind one bit. I think a few others will also come."

None of them better ask me questions that I won't want to answer.