CHAPTER 10 ALREADY?!?!?!?! Wow...... * cries out of happiness* And we're not even halfway.... ^^ I'm gonna make twenty! I'm determined to! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
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Luffy stood still. Too still for Shanks. He had known the boy for many years, and if he knew one thing about Luffy, was that he could never stay still for more that three minutes. This was now going onto nearly an hour. This wasn't good. He knew what the new would do to him, but not to this degree. He had underestimated their relationship.
"Luffy...?"
No answer. "Luffy... I'm sorry..." A single tear fell from Luffy's face.
"I was too late....." Shanks had to strain to make out what he had said. And when he figured it out, he felt as if his chest had been ripped open. He was on his way.....to risk life and limb....And....Was too late... Shanks felt his eyelids become heavy and his vision began to blur. He heard Luffy collapse onto his knees, and saw his fingers dug into the floor, small beads of blood welling from the edges of his nails from the force applied.
"I'm sorry Lu....." That was all he could think to say
That had done it. That last word of that sentence had set him off. Lu... The nickname he had given him even before Shanks.....Memories of Ace swarmed in his head, forcing out the tears harder.....Harder.... Pictures of that freckled face laughing..... Harder.....That time at the fair, when Ace had won his little brother a bear......... Harder....... When Dragon left, when they were left alone......... He was all Luffy had..... Harder....... He choked, and cried. Cried for his brother. Cried for their mistakes. But he cried hardest for the pain Ace had gone through, knowing he was going to die. Knowing that no one would rescue him. That the last taste he had of his brother was that he didn't care enough to come help. And he could never see him again, to reassure each other of their faith.
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The potion that Whitebeard had forced down his throat hadn't completely cut off his personality. Ace figured.
Because as soon as he saw that all too familiar fat bastard... The fucking shit of an ape called Teach, Marshall D. Teach, Blackbeard, a sudden flare up in enery coarsed through Host. A fiery shudder. It figured that the bastard wasn't far from Impel Down. The Shichibukai had been meant to collect together to discuss Ace, but after he had died before his execution, it had been called off. It was only three days ago that he had been spit on by that Marine. And he died. He was in Hell. And before, Ace had been beaten quickly and brutally by that disgrace of a pirate.
But this time. Oh, this time, Host had stayed hidden in the shadows, using the darkness instead of fighting it. Host used his, supposedly better vision, found some debris. It was a piece of shattered metal, and found some glass shards in the alleyway that was their hiding place. He burned the metal until it was glowing orange-white, and molded it into a neat rod. He grabbed the glass shards in Ace's hand and turned the flesh white hot, while closing his fist around it, forming a point and stuck the rod into the duller side of the glass, forming a spear. Rather than using his power directly, he used the Mera indirectly. Such not to kill people by burning his surroundings. Teach approached. Alone. His lackeys were off somewhere else. And with a well aimed shot, and a powerful arm, the makeshift spear split the air, and dug itself deep into the pirate's chest, nearly reemerging on the other side. He heard Teach scream, and Host flung himself out of the alley and grabbed the handle of the spear and ripped it out, causing another scream. And Host went to plunge it back into the writhing and shocked Shichibukai. A split second passed as the spear met flesh where Ace felt he was back in his own body. In control. In the rush of a fight, when their feelings were matched, he was Portgas D. Ace.
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Marco felt the wind blow across his sun tanned face. In normal circumstances, he would be laughing with Ace. But these weren't normal circumstances. His captain had brought back his best friend, and turned him into a muderous, bloodthirsty assassin. Someone he wasn't. Someone Ace never would be. And even worse: The person Whitebeard had set him after was family. His younger brother. Brotherhood relationships were sacred. Closer than any two family member could have. He had to stop him. Tears flung out behind the dinghy as he sped off into the direction of any trace of his friend.
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How many of you saw that coming? referring to Ace scene XDDD
Jazzeh's back wit vengeance!