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WARNING: THERE'S VIOLENCE IN IT. Nothing unbearable, really, but I had to if I wanted to advance in my story, sorry :(


Chapter 2: Akainu's rage

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Day 2:

Ace's POV:

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

Breave out.

Yeah... That isn't so easy when you're locked in a cartrunk, with your hand tied behind your back.

Am I going to die like this? Asphyxiated in a car?

No. That can't happen. Luffy needs me. I promised him that I wasn't going to die, didn't I?

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Who is this guy? What does he want with me? Why didn't he just kill me like he said?

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

A high bounty? Is that what he said?

Why would I have a bounty on my head? I didn't anything wron...

… oh. Right. Of course.

My father.

Someone must have discovered my true identity and asked for my capture.

Shit.

This is bad, this is really bad. But how? No one knows exept Luffy and Garp! And they would never betray me like this...

Maybe it's one of Garps's "training"?

No. Even if the old man is crazy, he isn't that crazy. It's way to extreme.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Yeah, easy to say, but it's becoming harder every minutes. If I wasn't in total darkness, I would probably be seeing everything fuzzy by now.

A couple more minutes and my senses will start tricking me with hallucinations. A couple more and I would loose consciousness for sure.

Click.

Sudently, I'm completely dazzled: my kiddnapper is opening the cartrunk, and I see the sunlight for the first time in what seemed like days.

"Get out."

Get out? I'd like too, but right now, the only thing I can do is take enormous breaths, and damm: that feels good.

"I said, get out. Now."

Before I'm able to do or say anything, he grabbs my shoulder and throw me out of the car.

Ouch. That hurts.

"Follow me. And don't try anything funny, you'll regret it."

I painfully get on my feets, my hands still tied, and start following him.

I look around: we're in what seems like a desert part of gods know what city. I don't know where I am, but by hearing the noise of some thugs beating up a poor guy, I can tell it isn't the safest place to be. The buildings are rotten, the streets are dirty, and, to cover it all, it's beginning to rain.

I took a deep breath and pluck up my courage:

"Where are you taking me?" I was hoping it would come out tough and determinated, but my trembling voice ruined the thing.

"You'll see."

We then start what seems to be a maze between some buildings. Right, left, right again, right...entering some buildings only to get out on the other side of them, going threw tunnels, caves... I then realize that we aren't doing that to get to the place he wants, but to cover our tracks. Whoever he's taking me to must be a wanted person forced into hiding.

"We're here."

I look up to see an enormous buildings. Two big guys are siting in front of the main door, probably garding it. My kidnapper don't seem to care about them and pass in front of them like they don't even exist.

We then enter what seems to be a waiting room.

"The master will be here any minutes. You can take a seat if you want" I hear someone say.

I finnaly have a little time to think clearly: and all I can think of is Luffy, my only little brother.

Luffy, who's going to be all alone if I die here. And I know for a facts that he's the one person who can't bare beeing alone: he told me himself that he prefered being hurt then beeing alone!

Well, he has a lot of friends now -Zorro, Nami, Ussop, Sanji... so he won't be completly alone, but I don't think he will easely accept my death: if there's one thing I'm sure off in this world, it's that Luffy loves me more then any normal brothers. Maybe it's because of what we've been threw together, or maybe it's because, for a long time, he didn't have anyone else. But it's more conforting then anything else in this world. Knowing that, for at least one person, my life has a meaning.

I would have loved to see Luffy become old, get a diploma, a good job, get married, maybe even have a children or two... Yeah: that's my only regret. If it wasn't for Luffy, I wouldn't care about dying: it's not like I deserve to live anyway.

In fact, before I met Luffy, I didn't even want to live. Why would I? I'm the bastard of a monster.

Gold D. Roger.

I hate him: how could I not? He ruined my life. Because of him, people hate me, because of him, nobody exept Luffy ever wanted me, sensing that somethong was wrong about me, because of him, I'm now waiting in a room for some random guy to kill me.

Because I'm not stupide: I never did something truly wrong, the only reason for someone to want me dead is because I'm his son.

"He'll see you now" the same voice said.

The blond gets up and enter the room. I wait a few seconds before he comes back, and ask what I was waiting for.

I shot a last glance at the window to see the sun: after all, it's probably the last time I'll ever be capable off doing so ever again.


Marco's POV:

"What are you waiting for? Follow me brat!"

Okay, so I wasn't being the most gentle, nor the most patient, person in the world, I admit it: but I hate Ace. I hate the fact that I didn't have the guts to kill him. I hate the way I keep finding him cute even when he's suppose to be my prisoner, and I hate, I hate the feeling deep down in my chest that's telling me to get him out of here, before Akainu kills him. Because, having already worked for him a couple time, I know he will.

I enter the room, with the idiot (Ace) just behind me. I hears someone chuckel:

"So they were serious when they said that you hadn't kill him yet"

"How is that funny?"

"It's not. It's just surprising: you're Marco the phoenix. Normally, you never bring back your target alive."

"Just give me my money."

Then, he does a weird sign with his head to the men garding the door. I don't have a good feeling about this.

Before I realize what's going on, three boys are jumping on me.

I knew it. I fucking knew it: this job was way to easy and way to good to be true: he never intented to pay me my 550 000 000 berries!

I could easely beat the hell out of those guys, but more of Akainu's mens could arrive, and it might be a better option to just pretend to be captured and make a run for it at the right time.

"Oh Marco, you're so easy to fool."

"Asshole. I should have known."

"Yeah, you should have. And don't talk to me like that." He makes another sign, and the third man, who isn't holding me, come close and punch me hard in the stomach. Shit. I really have to get out of here, and fast.

"Think about what you're about to do. Pops won't forgive anyone that tryes to kill me."

"If you think I'm afraid of your fa..."

"You are. It's not something to be ashamed of: how couldn't you be afraid of him?"

"Shut up." But he still turns around to be just in front of the kid. "And you, Ace. You have no idea how long I've been searching for you. I guess you already know why I called you here right?"

"My fater."

His father?

"Right you are! Your father! That son of a bitch! And my old rival. Do you know that I went to prison because of him?"

"No."

"Well, now you know. When I went to prison, I lost everything: my wife, my money, my honor... I always wanted to have my revenge, and you cannot imagine how depressed I was when I saw that he had been executed. I thought I would never get my revenge... until I learned that you existed: Portgas D. Ace. Or should I say Gold D. Ace?"

What? Did he say... Gold D. Ace? Like as Gold D. Roger's son? You have to be kiddin me... Okay, so he was everything except a weekling, and, now that I think about it, there really are physicals ressemblances between him and Roger... But Roger was a monster! If he ever did have a son, there's no way this guy would just become a server in a restaurant!

Twenty years ago, Gold D. Roger was the guy to catch: everyone was after him: the bounty hunters, the police, the gouvernement and the marine. He was a serial killer, a bank robber, and even a raper and a drug dealler in his young years. What's funny about it, is that he called himself a "pirate". Like the kind of guys who lives on the sea and steal treasure from other pirates like him. Of course, except Roger, everyone knew that those peoples didn't exist anymore, but he didn't seemed to care about that, which is why everyone called him "the pirate king". Eventually he made a mistake and got arrested then executed. But still, even now, most people feels a chill in their neck when they hear that name.

To think that he has a son...

"How do you feel about your father Ace?"

I had a feeling that the answer to this question could mean life or death to Ace.

"I dispise him. He ruined my life."

Akainu frown: Apparently, it wasn't the answer he was waiting for. But his hesitation didn't last long, because only a few seconds later, he was at ten centimeters of Ace's ear, and start whispering :

"Well, I can understand. Who wouldn't? And I'm going to give you another reason to hate him. I'm actually glad that Marco bringed you back alive."

Almost intincly he punch Ace. Hard. Harder then his men had punched me. Ace fell, almost knocked ut. Not bothering to pick him up, Akainu kicks him.

Is he beginning to spit blood?

"Beg me to stop."

"Never."

That only provoquate another laugh from Sakazuki's mouth.

"We'll see about that."

He kicked him again: Okay, now he's definitly spitting blood.

"I'll...Never...Beg..." Between each world is another kick: I almost feel bad for Ace. Almost.

I have to say, I admire this kid's resistance: most people would have done what Sakazuki told them to by now, and all he does is show more resistance.

Another kick.

Why don't he just ask him to stop? Is he suicidale? After all, when he underdstood that I wanted to kill him, all he'd done was to say that he won't run, so maybe he is.

"Fine. I actually don't care."

He drew out a gun, and point towards the idiot's head. Just before pressing the trigger, he says, with a little laugh, "Sweet dreams".

Suddently, I realize that Ace was going to die because of his father, that he was going to die for the only crime of being born. He don't deserve it. It just wasn't right: people can say whatever they want about me, but I only kill people that actually deserve to be kill. That's what bonty hunters do. He certainly don't.

Since I'm a child, people always told me that I shouldn't act on impulse like I do, that it'll only bring me trouble. They were probably right, but that never stoped me. That still don't stop me.

I swear I'm going to regret it, but sometimes, I just can't stop myself: before the two guys holding me realize what's about to happened, I pull my arms out of their grip, and punch one of them in the stomach. He fell instently on the ground. Before the other one has time to finish taking something out of his jackets, (probably a gun), I kick him where it hurts. Okay, that isn't very manly to hit there, but hey, it's not like I have any other options!

Akainu turns around, and let out a angry growl.

I search that guy's pockets, and take out his gun. Before anyone has time to move, I point it towards Akainu's head.

"Let Ace go. Now."

Slowly, the other men's grips on Ace lighten, and he's able to break out of their grasps. He immediately come right behind me.

"Good. Now tell your men to bring a car just in front of the door, and to leave the key in the car." He did a sign to one of his remaining man to do so.

"I never thought you were the hero type Marco"

Hero? Ha. Very funny. I'm not a hero, I don't save people, I kill people. And I like doing so. If my life had been a movie, I would be the bad guy, the one everyone hates.

"You can call me a lot of things, but definitly not a hero. I'm only doing this because I feel like it. End of story."

I quickly shoot a glance at Ace, an undescriveble expression on his face; he defenitly wasn't expecting me, the guy that wanted to kill him yesterday, to do that. Blood is dripping out of his mouth and his nose, and a black eyes is forming.

"You're okay?"

"I... I guess so."

A few minutes pass without anybody talking, until someones comes in and tell me that the car is waiting. I wasn't sure that the car wasn't trapped or anything, but it's not like I had the choice.

"Okay, so you escape this time Portgas. But you were lucky. I'll find you again, and I'll kill you. You don't deserve to live anyway, you hear me?"

I look at Ace again: he close his eyes at that last phrase. I can tell that it musn't be the first time he heard that.

"Let's go".

…...

"Thank you. Really. I don't know what to say."

"No problem. But I won't do it again."

Well, that sucked: what was I suppose to do with him now? I can't just let him go back home... Akainu's man would find him. And I can't just take him with me!

What had I done?

Okay, so I hated Akainu: I never realy liked him, but now he has seriously gone way to far... But that isn't a good reason to have done what I did. Akainu's powerfull, really powerfull... He has men everywhere. Who knew? We could be being watch right now. He just isn't the guy you want to mess with. And I threatened him, humiliated him, and then I escaped. He's not just going to let us go away with it.

Pops isn't going to be happy about it either.

"My flat is not to far from here, maybe you c..."

"I'm not taking you home kid. When I was after you, I found you in less then twenty minutes... Sakasuki's mens are probably already in front of your appartment, maybe even searchin threw your stuffs, waiting for you to nicely show up on your own. Then they'll kill you."

He becomes pale: "I can't let them do that... I have important things there! Privates things! And..." As pale as he'd been before, it becomes ten times worse when he seem to realize something, "what if they trace Luffy?" Luffy? Okay, who's that? He started to seriously panick. "Oh no... no! We have to go to my brother's house! He's alone! If they find him, they'll..."

"No. They're expecting you to do that."

"So what? Luffy's my brother and my only family!"

"He'll be fine. I actually read about him when I was searching for him: he's nineteen. He doesn't need your protection."

"This is my fight, not his, turn the car around."

"No."

"Turn it around."

"No."

"TURN THE FUCKING CAR! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! I CAN'T LET ANYTHING HAPPEN TO MY LITTLE BROTHER!"

The only response he gets from me is my fist in his face, knocking him out again. I don't have time for one of his little crises. Little brother in danger or not, going there won't change anything, exept being caught by Akainu's men again : if they already found out "Luffy"'s relation to Ace, there's no doubt that's the first place they'll go.

I'll just drive him to my appartement. It's the safest place for this idiot.

Sight. Again: Why exactly do I want to protect this idiot? Why do I feel this urge to protect him? I don't know him and he's the son of Pop's old rivals. Well actually I don't care about his lineage, we can't define someone for the sins of his father, but still: I don't like him. I don't like his courage, I don't like his recklessness, and I don't like the protectiveness he's got toward his brother.

Dushbag.

When I finaly arrives, I turn my head and look at him sleeping : taking little breaths, eyes closed, hair all messed up. I have to say: even after everything that's happened, I still think he's cute. I think about my first thought when I saw him: I guess I could have a little fun with him. After all, I did save his life didn't I?

No. Just concentrate Marco. It's your fault his life had been in danger anyway. The brat's probably not even gay or bi anyway, and I don't want to force him.

Sight. I'll have to carry him again.


Day 3:

Ace's POV:

I open my eyes to realize that I'm in a anknown place. I look around: I'm lying in a sofa, in a small appartement. What happened last night? My whole body hurts!

… Oh right.

It must be the blond guy, my kidnapper's house. Marco was it? Maybe he's not such a bad guy. I saw a small note to my right. I look at it: it must be Marco's handwriting:

Look, I don't know what to do with you, but I'm not a babysitter,

and this appartement isn't a hotel.I'll come back towards six, and I want

you to be out by them. No need to precise that after that, I dont ever want

to see you again, so try not to forget anything, you won't have it back.

Okay I take it back: maybe he isn't that nice.

Hum... gone by six?

Who does he think I am? An angel or something? I'm definitly staying a little longer then that.

Yeah, you're not done hearing about me Marco. You kidnnaped me: I'm not just gonna let you go away with it.


Sorry Ace and Marco, it doesn't seems like it, but I love you, I swear! It'll get better, promise!

See you in ten days! I know it's a little bit longer then the usual fic I read, but writing in English is really hard for me, sorry!

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