Lemme answer a sort of question I got from 6Lisa9 on FanFiction, you said But I'm not really sure you can explain seeing through fire. And I should have explained it in more detail. To me, Ace is made of the fire, but the fire is also a separate entity. It is like a man and a pet, only they can communicate instantly. Imagine it being like telepathy, he sees because the fire is separate but also him.

That make any sense? Cause I sort of confused myself .

Anyway~ this is once again dedicated to my dear Setsuyume cause she is still a sweety~ also to 6Lisa9 for your wonderful review~ ARIGATOUGOZAIMASU!

Thank you everyone for your kind words~ really helped me decide to continue this story ^_^

SET SAIL!

"How?" Ace stuttered out, his fire flickering and wrapping tighter to his body as he tried to comprehend how this man could guess his secret from just seeing his eyes. Not one person had been able to guess, blind people weren't common after all, most of them died within a few years of birth.

"I've seen eyes like yours before. Filmed over and hazy; were you born blind, yoi?" his voice was soft as soothing, his thumb still caressing Ace's temple.

Ace leaned into the hand a bit, a soft sigh escaping his mouth, this was comforting. This was what he has needed since he left Luffy at Mount Colubo, someone to show him some open affection. Don't get him wrong, his crew was very caring, they just sort of treated Ace like he was fragile; most likely because of his weakness, but regardless. This caring touch from a man with such soothing fire was the most peaceful thing he had ever experienced.

But he wasn't here for peace. He was here for Whitebeard's head. He was here to prove himself better than he no good father. It wasn't time for him to relax and let his guard down, it wasn't time for him to accept this man. No, it was time for him to put away this weak Ace he was showing, time for him to cage the vulnerable Ace of his childhood and bring out the more recent Captain Fire Fist Ace; time to show this, this fire phony, exactly who is the boss and in control.

Ace squared his shoulders, his fire reacting and flaring dangerously around him and he slapped the soothing hand away. Growling at the blonde he slipped away from the wall and more towards the inner part of the room, trying to show himself as intimidating. Not something easily achieved when the opponent is taller, broader, more experienced, and generally more of a threat.

"Well now you know. Pretty sure you are now going to tell your captain," Ace spit the word out like it was poison, "that the pirate you picked up is a cripple." Ace stared at the fake fire guy with as much defiance as he could muster. Of course the stupid man wasn't intimidated at all and instead laughed out loud, moving away from the wall and towards the prickly youth.

"I'm not going to tell anyone, yoi." Marco spoke blandly, like he was stating the weather, moving slowly to once again close the space between them. "You have kept this obstacle a secret for a reason. Who am I to share said secret, yoi?" The man smiled lazily, and Ace's fire responded by fluttering around like a schoolgirl, even his arms turned into flames for a brief second. His fire clearly liked something about this man. Most likely the soothing not fire that he seemed to possess. It was lovely, but how dare he seduce his powerful, destructive fire with his tricky peaceful fire!

"Then why did you even say anything to me! You could have just kept it to yourself and use the information when you needed it! Why tell me you know, why say all those-those nice things about me?! What purpose does it serve?!" Ace was so confused. This man doesn't act like other pirates, he doesn't act in the way Ace expects him to. Ace had so many questions his head started to spin. However Marco's deep voice pulled him out of his head before he fell asleep from the strain to his brain.

"Because that's not the kind of man I am, yoi." His voice was serious now, completely no nonsense, and it sent a shiver right down Ace's spine. If Ace could see he would swear to any god that existed that Marco was drop dead sexy. His voice was causing such reaction in his body, why not figure his body would match his sexy as all get out voice.

"You-your, I don't-I just don't get it." Ace sighed, his voice coming out defeated and his shoulders slumping, almost as if in defeat. For the first time since Ace woke up, his fire wasn't fluttering around him. It retreated back into Ace, and now he was back to being blind, his fire not transmitting him any pictures.

"We want you to join our crew, yoi. We want you to be our brother; Pops wants you to be his son, yoi." Marco took a step closer to Ace with every word, getting more into Ace's space as he goes. Of course the last statement set Ace off again, his fire flaring all around his body, flicker and popping like a grease fire.

"I will never have a father!" Ace yelled, his fire heating and expanding, scorching the ground and leaving dark marks on the walls, ceiling, and floors. For a moment he looked like he was a demon, his black hair whipping around his head, his glazed eyes glowing with the light from the fires. He was such a beautiful sight, Marco had a problem ripping his eyes away and actually stop Ace from destroying the room.

Marco's response was to release some of his own flames, the light blue fires caressing the edges of Ace's own. His hair flickered into flames at the tips as he spent excess energy into calling his flames without calling all of his abilities into play. However Marco got a pleasant surprise when the flames connected and an almost euphoric look overtook Ace's anger.

The destructive flames faltered but instead of retracting into Ace's body once more, they extended, chasing Marco's soothing flames as the elder pulled his own flames back in. Ace actually let out a bit of a whine as Marco's flames completely disappeared, the younger even moving forward towards the blonde, hoping to feel that flames intricately combined with his one once more.

Marco coughed lightly to get Ace back into his own mind. It worked, Marco just didn't expect Ace to flush so beautifully at being caught out of his mind. Ace moved his head to side, his flush darkening as he realized what he was trying to do.

Marco didn't mention anything about what just happened and instead focused more on trying to get this cute, strong, prickly, young man to open up to him. He was going to be nakama; Marco wanted to get to know this man. He was already so interesting, pirating on the open sea, having such protective crewmates, his strange fire, and being blind on top of it all. He was outstanding.

"Your fire reacts to your emotions, yoi." Marco stated, ignoring the part of him that wanted to tease the younger for his blush. Ace faced him once more, his face a lighter shade, but still flushed, obviously he didn't expect such a statement.

"Ye-yeah, it does." Ace responded, gazing at Marco with confidence despite the obvious stutter in his words.

"And you seem to move about like you know where you are going, like you can see, yoi. I have trouble believing that you are truly blind, yoi." Marco smirked as he brushed his hand down Ace's arm, hesitating when the man's fire wrapped around his appendage.

"I-I am blind. I am in complete darkness. My fire-the reason I have it around me so much is because I see impressions, almost fleeting glances with it. It's how I move so well in a place I have never been in." Ace explained, while trying to pull his fire away from Marco's body without showing that he was having problems doing so. His flame really liked this guy…stupid fire.

"Amazing, yoi. I have never met a logia type that can do something like that, yoi." Marco spoke, in a voice with almost reverence, as he removed his hand from Ace's wrist, detaching the eager flames from his person; as Marco could clearly see the teen's trouble with doing so himself.

"Maybe because you've never met a logia missing their eyesight?" Ace responded swiftly, his tongue realizing it could indeed scathe at this man. Also, the fact that dammit Marco realized he couldn't detach his flames from Marco. Ace pouted a bit at that and Marco laughed. Of course, Ace had no idea if he was laughing at what Ace said or the expression Ace was making.

"True, yoi. To think the fruit would adapt to your blindness is rather remarkable. Just as you are, yoi." Marco was openly flattering Ace, feeling like that was the way to get the teen to respond as honestly as he has been so far. Of course the flush on his cheeks was a bonus, the teen was going to cause him some major problems in self-control in the future, but for now, Marco was in control.

There was a period of silence after that. Ace a bit too embarrassed to say anything and Marco enjoying the view a bit too much to ruin the silence. Of course it wasn't truly silent as Ace's fire was still flitting around, popping and crackling every now and then as it carefully coated almost the entire area with a soft flame.

The silence was then ruined by Ace, asking the question that had been on his mind since talking to the jovial man he had almost killed.

"Why do you call your captain pops?" his voice wasn't completely hostile this time, holding a substantial amount of curiosity. Ace's face at that moment will always be stuck with Marco; his filmed eyes staring blankly at Marco, and his shaggy black hair framing his pale face and adorable freckles gorgeously. The teen wasn't in a guarded position either. His shoulders were relaxed and the glorious set of abs weren't as tense as they had been, in an obvious attempt at being protected. The fire wielder was simply too beautiful with that look of curiosity.

"Because he calls us his sons, yoi." Marco responded softly, as if his statement was the most profound in the world, and really, to Marco and the rest of the Whitebeard pirates, it was.

Ace opened his mouth to respond to the strange answer but snapped it shut when he felt his fire waver and fade. This wasn't panicking as much as it was a sign; his fire going out meant Ace was about to hit the floor in a dead sleep. Well he didn't want to talk to this strange man with his sexy voice and addicting fire anyway.

Marco's gaze changed from his normal half-lidded sleepy look to an alert worried one as Ace started to sway and falter. It was a confusing sight to say the least. Was the teen faking to make Marco let his guard down to escape? No, Ace didn't seem like the kind of guy to do something so underhanded. Doesn't mean Marco expected what happened next at all.

Ace's body seemed to just deflate and started falling towards Marco, the teen's fire nowhere to be seen as he plummeted to the floor. Luckily Marco had trained instincts and caught the well-muscled, half naked teen, before he hit the ground hard.

Marco was about to open his mouth to ask Ace what the hell, when his unspoken question was answered by a snore leaving those luscious red lips.

Did the teen just fall asleep in the middle of a conversation?

TBC

There ya go folks~ I know it is mostly filler but trust me! It's very much needed as a buffer for the next chapter~

I hope I answered any questions and if not (or if I gave you more) feel free to ask!

Also, don't expect me to update this fast all the time, I do have work and school after all, BUT do expect Chapter 3 tomorrow~ it's my day off and I will be spending it wisely~! Love you ALL