Hiiii, so I kind of, sort of, may have neglected this story, like A LOT, so now as dictated by my personality I fell bad about it. Though it wasn't my fault, honest! Anyway I ain't gonna bore you with all the shitty exams I had to suffer through, I'm sure y'all have them or have had them in the past we all know that they ain't much fun, so without further ado, here is hapter 2!
Toroa, West Blue
He ran a hand through his ruffled silky locks, just a bit more, he just had to hold on for a little bit longer and this suffering, this agony would go away, but for now he had to endure, after all he knew his enemy, oh he knew it well. He had been fighting it, ever since he became a prominent figure in the underworld business. Just a bit more and he could finally be free.
Yust to get his point across, to make the other understand his need, his desperate desire for freedom Ace glared at his nemesis. He didn't know how it was possible, but he was 100% sure, that the thing was mocking him, just sitting there innocently, while he was desperately trying to diminish the number of his adversaries. And then suddenly a shit-eating grin spread across the preteens face, the chair he had previously been sitting on making a loud schreeching noise, as its leg scraped across the polished floor.
"Ha, once again I win!" the young pyro exclaimed.
He stood up and turned around to face what was once his opponent, lying defeated in the corner of the room, with a fleeting glance he left the room, knowing that though he has won the battle, the war has yet to be all the bane of his exsistance always finds a way to restore itself to its former glory. It regenerates no matter what he does,and he has long since learned to stop trying to evade its clutches.
After all, even if you ignore the time when he tried throwing it off the roof of a building, or that time he tried to shred the damn thing, even when he lit the piece of shit on fire it didn't work, so he gave up. Becuse no matter how much he struggles, no matter how much hard work is put into his efforts of trying to stop the damn thing from multiplying, it always, always finds a way. So as he shut the door, he sent one last deathly glare to his opponent, the monsterous pile of paperwork, lying innocently on the table knowing that the war is far from over.
( insert line-break here) How the heck do you do that anyway?
Ace idly streched as he left the room, he'd finally completed the report for the Caporaso Famiglia, though in his opininon they were yust another weak group of thoughs.
A frown suddenly etched onto his face, he'd been feeling weird lately, sometimes he felt as if someone was watching him, but the feeling was so miniscule, he brushed it aside immediately.
After all Ace was a sure no one knew who he was, who he really was, he was very careful with his underground dealings, after all since he worked alone, and wasn't allied to the Marines or any of the Yonko it was wise to try and avoid making enemies if possible, after all survival wasn't easy in the new world.
He still had many enemies though, quite a lot infact, it kinda fit into the job description, after all information-brokerage involved a lot of snooping around, and he may have found out many things he wasn't supposted to, or didn't want to know know about, at all.
Ace, unfortunantly remembered like it was yesterday, he was still relatively new to the business and didn't really have anything to do at the time so he decided to take a nice little stroll atop the cities many colorfoul red roofs, really he didn't know if he was lucky or he somehow slipped, and fell off the roof and one of his many belts cought onto one of the roof tiles, and the young informant was yust sort of left to dangle there, really he would have preffered a ten meter fall over seeing that anyday. Because honestly if the strongest member of CP9, needed to get laid, he should have made sure to close the windows beforehand. And really Aces mind was alredy fucked up enough as it was without seeing the supposedly dangerous, deadly Rob Lucci in a pink frilly fluffy tutu being patted on the head and being told he was a good boy, by a prostitude wearing a ridiculus purple mask and something that could be described as underwear in the loosest sense of the word.
Ace didn't know what exactly was going through his mind, but he wisely chose to keep quiet, and slowly removed a small camera from one of his pockets, took a picture and swung himself onto the roof. roughly a week later Rob Lucci found a lovely stack of photos, all showing him in very compromising situations on top of his workdesk, though it was also the night he unknowingly sold his deal to the devil, even if said devil was a child no older that nine.
Time passed and the little boy grew, and it was not long before the name of a powerful and skilled information broker by the name of Spade became known throght the New World.
Marineford Navy HQ
"This is an informant that has been growing in power, and causing much trouble recently."
"Spade?" "Where did he come from?" "We aren't sure yet, but though he isn't a pirate, he is undoutebly stronger than any of the rookies out there, and he wields the power of a Logia Devil Fruit"
"Logia?" "See what information you can gather about him, and report as quickly as possible."
"Yes!" "Fleet Admiral Sengoku!"
Moby Dick, Somwhere in the New World
"Gurarara!" "A kid with some strength has shown up in the Grand Line!"
"Though he technically isn't a pirate, it seems he was offered a position as one of the Seven Warlords, he turned the offer down though."
"How young is this kid, anyway?" Whitebeard sighed "Why do the young ones always have to be in such a hurry?"
Thatch looked at him with a curious exspression on his face "And what makes you think he's a kid, ther's no picture on his bounty poster, though I have to admit the bounty itself is quite impressive"
Whitebeard glanced at his 3rd division Commander, his son and grinned "It's a gut feeling"
So that's it for now but in the next chapter Marco comes in I already have it half written out, so I'l probably update sometime next week :) And please rewiew, favourite and follow:)
Also special thanks to Jenny1751:I'm so happy you liked it, but no I'm not gonna write his death yust now, I' saving it for a scene later on in the story
and also my 1st ever reviever Smally: Yeah the prolouge really wasn't much of a prolouge at all it was more like a drabble but I hope this is better though, it stuff starts to get interesting at the end of the second chapter
