A/N:
Hey so welcome to my very first fanfiction. I was a consultant on one other story but that doesn't count. First off I suck at spelling and some of the technical parts of writing if you want to point it out please be kind. I will not put up with bullshit. If you don't like it please don't be negative. But if you have comments concerns or just what's up review or pm me but be kind please I have feelings too.
So my inspiration came from a sad sad place, but it makes a good fic. Basically my little sister** and I were listening to the radio because we didn't have anything else (we both normally listen to thigs like P!ATD, FOB, or MCR and occasionally things like TOP and a lot of obscure things we hear in AMV's on YouTube) The song Hotline Bling came on I automatically started singing 'you used to call me on my shell phone' her eyes lit up and she started singing 'you used to call me on my mushi' I laughed and sang ' you used to call me on my snail phone' then I could have sworn my eyes bugged out. Thus the idea for this story was born and in a little under six hours I wrote seven chapters and have the rest planned.
So to warn the ones of you whom read this some of the chapters will be short and sweet. And some will be long and heart breaking so be warned. Sorry about my crappy writing in advance. I think I covered everything other than please don't hate me.
PAIRINGS:
MARCO/ACE
MINOR IZO/THATCH
ASL (BROTP, shipping them romantically is gross in my honest opinion but anyone who ships that I am stating my thoughts and I don't want to offend anyone I'm sorry if you feel that way")
I highly disagree with disclaimers. Obviously One Piece does not belong to me otherwise this would be included in the main story or as a side story.
HAVE FUN, and please don't hate me…..
**Hi all – Ima-Batfreak (aka kid sister in background story, she really added that) (It ain't no Joke)
"Marco…." Izo looked warily at his older brother at his older brother, "Do you really think being here is a good Idea. Said man was staring out at a small dot on the horizon
"Perhaps." Izo had made it his personal job to be a Marco's side at every waking moment since the war. The only time he was not glued to his hip was at the burial, Izo had to stand with division until they gave their personal farewells. But ever since then he was with Marco, he watched him like a hawk. Had it just been Pops Izo would have felt better about Marco's stability. They had so many contingency plans set aside for that very situation, lacking on major detail. Ace. If anything Ace was the one they had needed to save. But in the end they could barely get out of the bodies of their fallen and wounded family. They had 13 dead, 21 missing, and everyone was wounded. To make everything worse the day Ace fell was his and Marco's 2 year anniversary. Marco was crushed, so while Marco had busied himself with keeping them together Izo had to keep Marco together.
"You know yoi, you could go to the place where we picked up Thatch" this earned a scoff from the crossdresser at his side.
"You know I loved- no love- him to little, hot, tiny, delicious bits. You know one time-"
"Please stop, yoi."
"-Sorry. But you do know I won't go to that place till I see him avenged."
"Izo, I know, yoi." The blond sighed "I just need to find something…tangible. He feels distant, not like a memory, but almost like a…dream. I just can't ever forget him and it's just so…" his voice cracked with emotion and he stopped so he wouldn't break down in front of his siblings. He had to be strong, for them, but mostly for Ace.
He knew if Ace was here he would be pissed that he was putting himself through this. He would tell him to take a day off and just lay low for even just a few hours. He knew if he was to fall to pieces would Izo worry but he would fail Ace. He needed to stay alive, awake, and strong. He would be until the storm had passed and everyone could stand on their own two feet. At that point he would let loose not before.
Izo watch his brother in the corner of his eye. He was worried about the stupid bird. He held all his emotions inside, and wouldn't let anyone see him anything but normal. Izo didn't know if being here was a good idea or not. Best case Marco would come back ready to talk and cry and let it all out. Worst case scenario… Izo didn't want to consider that. Loosing Pops, and Ace was hard enough. Loosing Marco would shatter his world. As overprotective, and overbearing, and annoying, and boring and…this was not where this thought was supposed to go. If Izo put it up straight then he knew two things. He loved Marco and could not survive without his older brother by his side. He set his attention to the once dot but know island in the distance.
"I think I'm gonna set out, yoi."
"So soon, Marco"
"Yeah. I really just need to be alone. You know, yoi?"
"Yeah, I get it."
"I shouldn't be too, terribly long."
"Well be safe, mother hen."
"Oi!"
As Marco took off he swore he could still hear Izo's high spirited laugh echoing off the deck. It was a sweet sound and in that moment he swore to protect it
He circled the island at least five times. He knew, from the detailed stories from the former first mate of the Spades, where the ship was hidden before the Spades had run after their thickheaded captain. He just didn't know where to land. This island was small and uninhabited. The most memorable place was a clearing that forced the greenery to form a crescent shape. He could see the long back burns all around from the harsh battles. Marco could swear he could see Ace's blood splattered all over the earth. A memory flickered in his mind. He shoved it away quickly, he just couldn't afford to think about that now.
He finally spotted the grove right on the ocean that even before he saw it he could imagine it. He quickly dove descending and slowly changing out of his phoenix to become his human self. He soundlessly dropped to his feet in the middle of the trees. He inhaled slowly and then exhaled. Was he anywhere near ready for this? Perhaps not but this was his opportunity. He step toward where the first mate had told him what felt like millions of years before. He wished that he could speak with her one more time to ease his nerve but she was missing right now that was an issue for later. Now was the time for Ace.
The deck was silent for all except his feet falling on the worn wood of the spade ship. He moved to the staircase to the right. Three doors down and to the left, there stood the captain's and first mate's quarters. Next to that would be the other three sleeping quarters that where, according to the testament of every Spade, divided so that three people slept in each, leaving enough room for the eleven people living on the ship at the time. Marco stood in front of that door for longer than he would want to admit. He knew that behind that he would fins a slight variant of what he had found in Ace's room on the Moby Dick before the war, the only differences being a bit of straightened areas (thanks to his roommate) and the fact that then he was filled with hope, now he just wanted to disappear.
Slowly he reached forward and turned the door knob. He pushed the door open and was assaulted by the scent of Ace. It was slightly different but it was still Ace. The shaking started in his hands. And he clenched his fists and let his eyes fall on the disheveled orange and yellow bed. The shaking moved up to his elbows. It almost looked like the owner had left it days ago, not years. His shaking moved up to his shoulders.
He needed to calm down and fast. All he could do is take a step then he flopped onto the welcoming blankets. He had planned to bury his face in the sheets, but he was met with a hard object beneath him. A den den mushi. Marco turned the snail in his hand. On the bottom he found a button labeled: Recorded Calls and Messages.
With a shaking finger he pressed it.