Okay, I know I said I was done writing and I was for a long time. I was trying out other things of which didn't go the way I'd hoped so I'm coming back here, trying to get back into One Piece again.
This is based on a role play I was suppose to be having with someone.
"Let's make a little wager, make it more fun…" The young man says lips in a cocky smirk.
"A wager…?" The older one asks, tilting his head slightly, dark eyes narrowing. "What would that be?" He's curious.
"If I beat you…" The pirate trails off for a moment. "Then you have to wear a dress, for the day!" He exclaims suddenly, snickering. His body shakes as he hides his laughter. "But if you win, I'm yours for the night." He says.
The marine captain raises a brow, intrigued. This could be fun. "Alright, but if I win, you do whatever I say… WHATEVER I SAY. got it?" The words rumble out, along with a cloud of smoke.
A wide grin spreads across freckled cheeks and Ace can feel a chill down his spin, resisting the urge to shiver. "Got it. I'll even let you make the first move, old man." He responded, as confident as ever. Flames trickled up from his hands, a fiery glint in his eyes.
Smoker smirked, arms extending out, soon vanishing into smoke that engulfed the young pirate.
Ace scoffed, disappearing into flames, escaping the grasp. "Oh come on, is that all you got?!" He asked in laughter, solid form reappearing mere feet from where he once stood.
Smoker growled, teeth grinding into his cigars. In the flash of a second, he had vanished. Ace barely glanced before he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around him, smoke swirling around the both of them. Learning into Ace's ear, he whispered huskily "Gotcha"
Ace let out a breath, smirking. "So you have…" He muttered, his flames dissipating, however his body remained hot. He surrendered, so easily that it surprised Smoker. Though, Ace didn't exactly long to put up much of a fight, the promising words of Smoker's previous statement thrilling him to the core. "So what will it be first, master?" He asked, half teasingly.
Smoker took in a drag of his cigars, blowing out the smoke as he thought. "You will be my prisoner, until tomorrow…" He uttered, a hand clasping on Ace's wrist. "And I intend to make good use of your submission."
A brief voice inside of Ace scolded him for being so stupid as to make a bet with his enemy. Yet he wore the biggest grin as he was led through the streets.
No this isn't all there is... But, review and let me know if I should write the following chapter. So at least I'm not wasting my time. I wanna know people still read my stuff before I invest a lot into it again.