A Strange Dream

Hello, everyone! Happy eighteen days into the New Year! ^-^ I hope it started well and has been well so far for you guys :D

I don't have much to say except that I noticed a few weeks ago that I've been forgetting the disclaimer for some chapters ^^" I already went back and added it cuz it bothers me that much.

With that being said, there's not much to add here but please read the summary for this chapter.

Summary for all chapters: These are just ThatchxMarco one-shots that I can't get out of my head. Most of them will be AU, some of them will be regular One Piece and some can actually be both if you imagine it well.

Summary for this chapter: This chapter has no summary but it is dedicated to Tray D. Sheila cuz of something we were talking on Tumblr through PM. You'll know when you read it :D

Enjoy! ^-^

Disclaimer: One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda~! :D

Marco looked at the time on his phone which was six p.m. Where in the world was Thatch? O.k he knew Thatch was buying a few things but that was three hours ago! Three!

"Marco, if you keep looking at the time it's gonna freeze." Ace teased.

"Haha. Thatch said he was buying some stuff but that was three hours ago. Three!"

"Maybe there's traffic."

"The store's only thirty minutes away!"

"Well, he WAS coming from work."

"That was three hours ago." Marco said once more. "I'm calling again."

"Relax, Marco. Maybe he bought more stuff than he planned or… Yeah, I don't know but be patient."

Marco sighed as he sat down on the couch. "You're right, Ace. After all I don't want to annoy him."

"I doubt you're annoying him but just trust him. Maybe he'll bring a surprise or something. Or a chocolate cake."

"That sounds good right now."

Ten minutes later they finally heard the door and Marco practically sped-walked out the kitchen but then stopped as soon as he saw Thatch.

"Hey, Marco!" Thatch said as if nothing was wrong.

Well, nothing was wrong but… something was… Wrong.

"See, Marco I told you-" Ace stopped midway as soon as he saw Thatch and his jaw dropped. "Oh my god…"

"You guys are speechless I see."

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"You guys can, uh… say something now."

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"…"

Ace looked at Marco who was clearly still in shock so he broke the silence by asking a question.

"Thatch. Why did you cut your hair?" Ace asked slowly and carefully. He had a feeling Thatch would come back with a surprise but he NEVER would've guessed this!

"Well, it's been long for… a long time so I finally decided to do something different for a change. I didn't cut all of it. Just… most of it."

"… Do you even know how long your hair was?"

"Of course. It was a few inches past my shoulders. It won't grow back to that length for a long while and I won't be able to do my pompadour hairstyle now but I don't mind."

Ace wasn't sure if he was talking to the same… Thatch.

Meanwhile, Marco was completely speechless and continued to stare at Thatch.

"Marco? You o.k?" Said person asked.

Marco finally blinked and spoke which he wasn't so successful at. "I… Thatch… Why… Thatch… Why…?"

"I already said why I cut it. … Do you guys not like it?"

"Well… I… I don't… mind. But… Thatch… Why…?"

Thatch smiled thoughtfully and knew Marco and Ace couldn't believe he cut his hair. Especially Marco. They knew each other for a long time and Thatch always had long hair even when they first met. Although it wasn't as long as it was now, well, before he cut it. The first time it was fully cut was when Marco cut it when they were little. After Marco got in trouble for that from Oyaji no one dared to even trim it unless Thatch was absolutely sure he wanted to. Or if he did it himself.

"Don't worry it'll grow back before we know it."

'Yeah, in like two to five years.' Ace thought still not believing Thatch cut his hair.

Hours later the three of them went to sleep and Marco secretly hoped that Thatch cutting his hair was some kind of dream. Or a nightmare in the least nightmare-ish way.

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Marco woke up with a small yawn and stretched as he sat up and then rubbed his eyes. He looked around the room and then noticed Thatch wasn't at his side. Marco just sat their kind of dazed until he remembered something and his eyes widened as he gasped lightly and then scrambled off the bed nearly tripping over the blanket and ran out of the room.

"Thatch! Thatch!"

Marco kept doing that until he spotted Thatch fixing his hair in the bathroom. Although he wasn't fixing his hair. He was about to cut it!

"Thatch!"

Said person yelped almost dropping the scissors and looked at Marco.

"What?!" Thatch said slightly panicked.

"Don't cut your hair!"

"Wha- Hey!"

Marco snatched the scissors from Thatch's hands and just threw them down the stairs hearing a light crash but ignored it.

"Don't ever cut your hair you hear me?!"

"I was only gonna-"

"Not even a trim! Your hair is nice and unique especially when it's in that kind-of-weird pompadour hairstyle…"

'Kind of weird?' Thatch thought not knowing why Marco was suddenly ranting to him about cutting his hair.

"…don't let anyone cut your hair!"

"Marco! Marco!" Thatch grabbed said person shoulders. "Hey!"

Marco finally stopped and looked at him.

"I wasn't going to cut all of my hair. I was just going to trim it cuz it's getting a little too long for work. Why the scolding all of a sudden?"

"I'm sorry. I just… I had this dream that you came home with your hair cut and… I just didn't know how to react. Neither did Ace but he did ask why you cut it."

"Marco, it took me a long time to get my hair this length. The only thing I would ever do is a trim and that's it. Whether it's for work or not that's all I would do."

"In my dream you said it's been long for a long time so you finally decided to do something different for a change. It's like it wasn't even you."

"The fact that I cut my hair or the fact that I said that?"

"Both."

It grew quiet and Thatch used it to think over what Marco told him. They knew each other for a long time and Thatch always had long hair even when they first met. Although it wasn't as long as it is now. The first time it was fully cut was when Marco cut it when they were little. After Marco got in trouble for that from Oyaji no one dared to even trim it unless Thatch was absolutely sure he wanted to. Or if he did it himself.

After thinking it over Thatch spoke.

"How about this? If I ever decide to cut my hair I'll let you guys know before I do."

"But it's your hair. You don't need to-"

"You're not the only one who likes my hair you know. Besides we don't need your dream and both yours and Ace's reactions coming true."

"We weren't that speechless."

"Oh? Then what was your reaction Mr. 'I just didn't know how to react'?"

Marco looked away a little. "Um… Well… I…"

Thatch just laughed. "I'm just kidding. But really if I ever decide to cut my hair I'll let you guys know before I do o.k?" He said again.

"But-"

"It's fine, Marco. Now I think you have a mess to clean up downstairs."

Marco blushed a little remembering what he did with the scissors Thatch was using earlier. "Right."

With that being said, Marco went downstairs and Thatch went back to what he was doing before and looked in the mirror.

'I better cancel that appointment with Izou.' Thatch thought as he looked over his hair.

So what did you think, Sheila?

I really enjoyed writing this one and it didn't even take long, lol.

Sorry for typos, oocness and whatnot :P

Marco: "Veve, please don't make Thatch cut his hair."

"I won't. Probably. In the end it's not up to me either it's up to him."

Thatch: "What's up to who?"

"We're talking about you cutting your hair."

"Why would I cut my hair again?"

"Because- wait, what?"

"Yeah, I've cut my hair a few times before I finally decided to keep it in a pompadour hairstyle."

Marco: "The first time he cut his hair we hardly even recognized him."

"Not even the stupid Marines recognized me." *Pouts*

*Marco laughs at the memory* "They actually had to compare you to your first wanted poster!"

"At least I'm less recognizable than you. … Wait a minute..."

Me: "Well, while these two are talking about their hair…"

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