Heyhey:) I know I just posted the first chapter yesterday, but I really wanted to get the story going, so here we are! I won't be posting new chapters every day, cause believe it or not, I do have a life. I'm just making an exception today, because I feel like it^^ Hope you enjoy this one and thanks for the reviews!
P.S. Sorry again for any mistakes that are in there:) feel free to tell me if there are any with a review!
P.S.S. Someone told me that the first chapter was pretty short and well, I guess it's true haha. This one is a bit longer, but I'll still try to make the next ones even longer! (Thanks for the review btw^^)
Chapter 2
"Rear-Admiral Ace! We have almost reached the first island! We should be there in approximately one week! As for the information on this island, it is the home of pe-
"Yeah yeah, I got it. Island. People. Say hi. Say bye."
"But sir, Vice-Admiral Garp told me to inform you on every single detail of every island that we're going to visit!"
Ace looked at the soldier and gave him a death glare.
"And I'm telling you that I got it. Got it?"
The poor soldier ran like he'd never ran before out of Ace's sight. The fire user knew that the man didn't deserve such a rough treatment, but he preferred traumatizing the guy instead of listening to him talk about the people of the island for the next two hours.
The Rear-Admiral was sitting on the floor at the front of the navy's ship observing the sea. He thought about what it would be like to sail these waters without having to do it for someone else. He wondered what it would be like to be free on the sea. The word pirate crossed his mind for an instant, but he immediately pushed the thought aside, remembering the decision he took when he was a kid. He chose the marine life, and he wouldn't go back on his choice.
Thinking about serious stuff made Ace tired, so he decided that it would be a good time to take a nap, but fate had other plans for the brown-haired boy.
"SHIPS IN SIGHT! THEY'RE WHITEBEARD'S! REAR-ADMIRAL, WHAT SHOULD WE DO?!"
Ace smiled and looked at the ocean with anticipation and impatience.
"Thank god for pirates," Ace whispered so low nobody heard him.
The Rear-Admiral realized what he had just said and rapidly opened his eyes in astonishment.
Wait what? Did I just say that I like pirates…? Naaahhhh. That's impossible. I just said that I like when we fight. Not that I actually like them. Cause that would be weird. Like super weird… Alright, let's forget I ever said anything…
"REAR-ADMIRAL! WHAT ARE YOUR ORDERS?! The panicked officer shouted.
"Okay, time to focus," Ace said under his breath.
He only saw two smallish boats, which meant that the main ship wasn't with them. He deduced that they were two commander's ships, meaning that there would be maximum two commanders to fight. He thought about avoiding them and continuing his journey, but they were too close to even try, and anyway, he was getting bored, and there was no way he would give up his little moment of fun.
"PREAPARE THE CANNONS AND BE READY TO FIGHT WHEN THEY COME!" Ace shouted to his men.
Every soldier obeyed and got their weapons ready. Just as they were finishing preparations, the pirates launched their first attack with their cannons. As Ace was deflecting the projectiles, the marines retaliated with their own heavy artillery. Having men that could kick cannon balls as easy as soccer balls made the weapons pretty useless in the end. Finally, when the three ships were close enough, the real battle started. Soldiers and pirates started to fight with their swords and guns.
Ace was barbecuing some pirates when suddenly, someone blocked his attack. Curious, the Rear-Admiral looked at the man in question and saw no other than Marco The Phoenix, Whitebeard's first commander. Thanking lady luck for the first time in weeks, the fire user smiled at the thought of fighting such a strong opponent.
"Why are you smiling, yoi?" Marco asked.
"None of your business, pirate."
"Well now, no need to be so rude. I was just asking," Marco laughed.
"And I answered your question, Marco The Phoenix," Ace grinned.
"You know me? I'm honored."
"Who doesn't?"
"Right, right. Enough about me. Tell me about you."
Ace stared at the first commander in confusion. Why the hell was this pirate making small talk with him? Weren't they trying to kill each other or something?
"Come on. I'm just curious," tempted Marco.
Must be something then, ace thought. Weirdly enough, Ace actually "accepted" the offer of the strange man. The guy, pirate, was hot. Plus, he'd never really had small talk with a pirate before. There's a start to everything, right? Of course, that wouldn't mean that he would stop fighting the man. He may be an idiot, but at least he's not stupid.
"And what I am supposed to say to you? Hi, my name is Ace, I'm 19 and I like to eat! Mind if I punch you there?"
"Well, that's a start," giggled Marco. "You could try to sound less like a five years-old kid on his first day of school though."
"Oh, bite me," replied the young marine.
Marco swiftly got closer to Ace and stood in front of him, only a few inches taller. The Rear-Admiral, not really expecting that development, stared surprised at the blond man. The Whitebeard pirate grinned and approached his mouth closer to Ace's face, so that their mouths would be a few centimeters from the other.
"Careful what you wish for," Marco said as he licked the side of the stunned marine's face.
Ace quickly tried to punch the pirate and franticly wiped his cheek with his hand.
"WHAT THE FUCK! THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" yelled Ace.
Marco laughed again and slowly contemplated Ace, every part of Ace, before looking at him in the eyes again.
"I think you're hot and I wanted to see your reaction. Can't say I'm disappointed!"
"Wait what?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Did you forget that we're in the middle of a fight, pineapple head?!"
"I'm just making it a bit more interesting!"
Ace stared at Marco in utter disbelief. Although he knew that this was completely messed up, he still felt the heat rise to his cheeks.
"REAR-ADMIRAL ACE! THERE'S A STORM COMING! WHAT SHOULD WE DO?"
The logia user sighed and looked at the ocean. Dark clouds were rapidly approaching, and he knew that they couldn't handle it while fighting the pirates.
"RETREAT! AND PREPARE THE SHIP FOR THE STORM"
"YES SIR!"
Marco, having seen the upcoming storm, also told his crew to go back to their ship. After a few minutes, both sides were prepared to leave and were slowly distancing themselves from the other. While Ace was watching the Whitebeard's pirates sail away, he saw the first commander come up to the front of their boat.
"SEE YOU SOON, HOT SHOT!"
The Rear-Admiral blushed for the second time that day and started yelling every insult he could think of.