A/N: I mean, I'm not being rude or anything but even the stories with the shittiest grammar have more love D: OH WELL. To lunamirrior, did you hack my computer or something? How do you know whats up?! Sadly, a special someone will be making an appearance in the mini chap. Sorry for the lack of words bu-u-u-t en-fucking-joy!

"Captain! Captain!"

A familiar first mates scream echoed in the said captains head.

Closing his eyes, the Captain of the Heart Pirates swished the de café in his mouth, blocking out his surroundings and trying to silence the screams of the annoying bear.

Getting up, he quickly strutted to the open balcony and leaned against the railing, his back to the shitty-fied suite behind him, not even taking a second look at the scene.

Oh what a beautiful view it was outside.

Despite it being early sunrise, the atmosphere outside was still bustling. The hotel was situated in the middle of oddly shaped buildings that were adorned with signature mascots on the roofs. The streets were still crammed with half-fucked people, barely able to walk up straight, girls falling over as they were escorted out of the closing 'night' clubs. An odd few seemed to be in a corner, vomiting out the contents from the night before.

Eugh.

Not giving a single shit about flashing the world with his bright yellow undies, Law took another sip of his coffee, lunged his crotch towards the railing and protruded his ass out.

A dance.

A dance as if to show how many fucks he gave.

Wow.

It looked rather like he was humping Las Vegapunk, making it his bitch. Which he probably did, last night.

Enjoying his little dance, Law made the mistake of forgetting about his surroundings. Ahhh, silly boy.

A wolf whistle echoed the room, catching the dancing doctors attention, nearly having him spray out his oh-so-good coffee.

Not wanting to turn around and face the embarrassment, not at all, Law just proceeded to: Groan, sip the coffee and enjoy the view. "" Of course.

He was soon joined by an unfamiliar crew mate.

Wait a second...

Wait a damn ass second...

ARE YOU TELLING ME THOSE THREE PASSED OUT BODIES IN THERE AREN'T MY CREW!?

This caused Law's head to ring, he then proceeded to mentally scold himself for mentally shouting to himself.

Slowly moving his pupils to the edge of his heavy-duty bagged eyes, he soon recognised that stupid face.

Who could not?

Stupid black messy hair, that not-a-single-fuck-given smile and those damn freckles that could tempt any pirate in the who-knows-how-many seas, to play connect the dots with.

Educated at the fact that Fire Fist was a rather barely dressed man, Law couldn't help but notice that this man was wearing less clothes than usual. Immediately after this realisation, Law darted his eyes down to prove if his hypothesis was correct.

It indeed was.

Hanging like there was no tomorrow, slightly moving with the breeze was the Mini Fire Fist? Fire... I honestly have nothing...

His dick was on fire-e-e and it definitely wasn't a match stick, I can tell you that.

Before it got any weirder to stare at Fire Fist's dick, Trafalgar darted his eyes back to eye-level.

So to get this utterly straight as possible. He, Trafalgar Law, the Surgeon of Death, was standing next to the naked Portgas D. Ace, on a balcony, forgetting the fact that he was too, half nude holding a great cup of coffee and enjoying the momentary view?

Riiight. Thanks.

No problemo.

Another sip of coffee was in order as a reward.

None of the two pirates spoke but for some reason... It wasn't awkward at all. No, awkwardness had passed a long time ago along with her friend decency.

"So do you-"

Trafalgar gazed at the man next to him as he spoke up but was immediately interrupted by a voice behind them.

"Well ain't that a nice view!"

Please. Please.

PLEASE don't tell me that behind us is none-other than the 1st division commander, Marco the Phoenix of the Whitebeard Pirates. Please don't tell me that.

It was the 1st division commander, Marco the Phoenix of the Whitebeard Pirates.

Law mentally cringed as a tear of 'kill me now' dripped down his cheek but was brought straight back to reality when a laugh was heard next to him, "Hah, ain't it?"

So here was Marco. He had just woken up surprisingly after the Fire Fist. Head pounding like hell. Greeted by two perfectly shaped asses. One sadly covered by, actually, nice yellow underwear and what looked like little red kisses that lined the black elastic and a naked ass that adorned the missing freckle that no one was supposed to know about.

Ahhh fuck! How could I forget!

Hahaha. Nice ass Ace.

The most wanted in all the seas, thank you very much.

Closing his eyes, Marco grabbed what seemed to be his garments and changed in a flash.

Walking towards the balcony to stand next to the other side of the Death Surgeon who was still hiding his embarrassment by taking sips of his beverage, Marco breathed in the morning air.

"Boy would I like to know how fucked were we to land a whole submarine in this suite behind us."

Coffee mug meets the balcony floor.

Well this is embarrassing... I didn't realise the chapter would be so short cause I wrote it on my phone cause fuck the fucks given.

Anyway, next chapter will be a long hybrid fusion-dragon-ball-gt-kai-z chapter so wait.

THANKS FOR READING YOU KIND MOTHERFUCKERS

-frenchy

(p.s there won't actually be dragonball in the next chapter... Just making sure)

(p.p.s you gotta try dancing with Law sometime, its fucking fun. Fucker can dance)