Chapter 10

Hey guys.

Sorry about the late update. School will be the actual death of me. So if anyone is like a god at organic chemistry or genetics, tell me your secrets.

ANYWAY. Thank you for all the support you have given me! I hope this chapter does you justice.

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Eleison felt sick. Physically, mentally, spiritually, the whole set of 'oh fucking shit I think I'm gonna vomit' and all the joy that follows. It would be a shame to paint the nice wooden floor with her morning breakfast. A real shame.

It's not like she doesn't like Marco, if anything they struck an unlikely friendship and she truly values him as a friend. Good enough of a friend to sometimes seek refuge in his cabin to talk about random things, the conversations flowing as easy as pirates on the sea. But this isn't something she can just walk in and do without batting an eyelash. She was only on the ship for a short time and Marco's friend for even shorter, but it was nice.

Of course everything nice never lasts.

The Whitebeard pirates were anchored near an island that was sprawling with wildlife while still being inhabited, the too good to be true location for the Whitebeard War. Some members were already scouting the place out and placing Transponder Den Den Mushis around the island so they could watch the annual smack down from the ship where they could be safe from her wrath.

Marco wasn't doing so well the last time she saw him. So far, the first mate tried dropping out of the game over a hundred and thirty times -she lost count after a hundred- the past five days, all obviously ending in failure. He tried taking long missions and feigning sickness and even straight up flying off the ship, and every time Thatch was there with a lasso him down with seastone shackles. At one point, Izou cuffed him to the mast leaving him to spew curses and threats with little effect.

She tried making a run for it a few times herself with a lot less finesse. Trying to flee shouldn't require that much strategy, especially if it's fleeing from Ace. But apparently luck was not on her side (because when is it ever). Ace must have a built in sensor or something, because every time she even thought about making a run for it he was there, throwing himself at her and pinning her down to the deck with pleading wails.

She dug the heels of her palms against her eyes, groaning in exhaustion for the fight she couldn't avoid. The most she could accomplish now is hide from everyone up in the crow's nest, taking the time to mentally prepare herself for the upcoming battle with Marco (and other people, if she had to think about it) that was about to start in a little over an hour. A measly hour.

She knew staying was a bad idea. Staying on ship full of pirates that could uproot all of the protection her father gave her. For all he sacrificed for her. Suddenly her stomach felt a thousand times worse and it was a small miracle she didn't end up throwing up all over the floor.

'I'm such an ungrateful little shit'.

A distant shout pulled her out of her misery and she looked up just in time to see a person roll into the crow's nest with a quiet thump. Her new companion peered over the side of the crow's nest before slumping in relief and running his fingers in his blond hair that was matted down from sweat and exhaustion. She laughed softly and folded her arms over her bent knees and rested her head down.

"Hi Marco. What brings you here this fine morning?"

Marco looked and smiled. He nonchalantly rearranged himself to look casual, as if he wasn't running away from his brothers fast enough to put Lucky to shame. "Nothing much. I was just doing some morning exercises, yoi. Even I have to work out every once in a while, you know."

Eleison quirked an eyebrow when an all too familiar voice screamed Marco's name followed by a large explosion that was suspiciously nearby, but Marco continued to smile like there wasn't some catastrophe named Thatch trying to hunt him down. "I see. Was Thatch joining you on that?"

Before Marco reply, a pillar of fire erupted from the other side of the ship followed with a screechy "ELLLEEESSSSIIIIIOOOOONNNN" that had her cringing and Marco smirking.

"Something like that. And what brings you here, yoi?"

Eleison snorted. "I had the spontaneous desire to play hide and seek when Ace had a narcolepsy attack. He'd throw a fit if I actually left the ship, so…." She wordlessly gestured to her surroundings to finish her sentence and Marco nodded in understanding. They sat in silence barring the destruction their best friend's are wreaking on the Moby Dick. It sounded like the two idiots recruited most of the other pirates in looking for them, much to her dismay.

"You don't have to participate." She glanced back at Marco, who was staring at her with tired eyes. "It's not fair to you, or me for that matter, but you can leave. I can handle the others, yoi."

She chuckled softly before scooting over next to Marco. The comfortable warmth wrapped around her like gentle flames and she hummed in content. She always liked being around warm people, they're like a personal heater most of the time. "It's...it's only a lap dance" she cringed at her own wording because it's not only a fucking lap dance "or a possible strip tease. I think. I mean. I think we're good enough friends to not let it get the best of us? I rather not have Izou after my head for the rest of my life."

He laughed and nodded in agreement. A small smirk fell in place of his smile and he leaned back against the wall, suddenly lax about the situation. "That's true. Well, it looks like I'll be getting a lap dance tonight."

Eleison blinked, slowly processing his words. She looked up to his playful grin and raised an eyebrow. This asshole was challenging her. Granted, the phoenix is the first mate of the strongest man in the world and strong enough to rival an Admiral, but she didn't think about that. All she could think is that he was challenging her, right here, right now. "I think you are mistaken. You mean that you'll be giving a strip tease tonight."

The phoenix's grin grew wider and leaned closer until there was less than an inch between their faces, but she didn't back down, choosing instead to glare back into his calm oceanic eyes with her own fiery golden ones.

"I hope Izou teaches you well, yoi."

Oh he was just begging to have a sword jammed up his ass.

Eleison opened her mouth to give a snarky retort back, one that followed the lines of 'I'm going to rip your feathers off and then cook you like a roasted turkey' but a loud bell echoed on the far ends of the ship and Marco groaned. She leaned over to catch Marco's eyes, a curious look in her own expression. He gave a short glance up before dropping his head down in his hands.

"That's the bell for the fight, yoi," he explained miserably. Eleison groaned herself and peeked over the side of the crow nest.

"You think we can just...hide out here until it ends?" she asked a bit too desperately. Marco chuckled in quiet despair before shaking his head, sinking the last of her hopes into the watery graves.

"They'll count that as we both lose and we'll have to do both acts instead of one. Which I rather not do." She blanched at his explanation and curled up in a ball, cursing her luck and life and anything else that came to mind. Her mind quickly snapped to her father, wondering what he was doing and how much he's going to hate her if he finds out about her little misadventures.

Maybe she'll buy some of that wine he's been eyeing as a peace offering...

A loud crash alerted them that there was someone right under the crow nest, ready to destroy their last haven and drag them to their doom. Eleison silently wondered bolting down the entrance and preventing anyone from entering was a good idea at this point.

And just like that, Thatch popped his head in.

"There you guys are! We were looking everywhere for you!" he said with overly enthusiastic cheer and Eleison briefly considered throttling him in the face with her foot. Before she could even lift her leg up, Marco punched his best friend on the ridiculous pompadour and sent him spiraling back down to the deck. He huffed in satisfaction before turning to her and giving her his trademark lazy grin. She burst out in laughter before crawling over to look down at Thatch, who was trying his best to sit up without collapsing back down on the ground with little luck. She could see a bright red lump growing right out of his head like a second pompadour, courtesy of Marco, and couldn't help but laugh harder at the sight.

"Stupid...flaming...chicken..." she heard him growl before stalking away to presumably get some reinforcements and allies. Marco leaned over the railing to see his handiwork before nodding in approval.

"That worked out better than I thought, yoi." Eleison laughed and flopped back down where she was sitting before.

"Maybe we can just punch any idiot who comes up here and send them back down," she said only half-jokingly. She really didn't want to participate and she'll bet her sword Marco would rather jump into the ocean. He laughed again before leaning back on the railing and propping an arm up on his bent up knee.

"As appealing as that sounds, the whole crew will take that as a challenge and I don't think Izou is adverse to just shooting us down. Or Jozu ramming the crow nest into a bunch of firewood."

She could already see Ace setting the crow nest on fire to smoke them out and then the whole crew swarming down on them like crows on a carcass. It was not a pleasant thought. She stood up and stretched her arms over her head and offered Marco a hand.

"If anything, we can just pretend it never happened afterwards," she said helpfully with a (hopefully) reassuring grin. He gave a small smile in return before clasping his hand in hers and she hoisted him up to his feet. "I won't go easy on you."

Marco merely grinned before stepping on the railing and jumping off to land on the deck below. She snorted and shook her head before following him down. The two of them walked in easy silence, knowing that it won't even be an hour until they start trying to beat each other into the dirt.

It's only been thirty minutes since the War started and Marco already lost count of just how many people pulled out of the fight. It was pretty impressive that a good majority joined in on this time (as an attempt to support their investment no doubt) but over half of them was sent back to the ship and to the nurses. He will happily say he was the one who took out a majority of them, if the nicely sandal shaped bruises had to say anything about it. He had to admit, it was fun appearing out of no where and drop kicking them down into the floor.

He circled the island once more, searching for some unfortunate prey to take his frustration out on and was only mildly disappointed that he couldn't find anyone else. The remaining pirates must have finally realized he was picking them off and decided to hide. That was fine with him, he enjoyed a good hunt. He circled the forest a little bit more before dropping back down, his blue and yellow wings turning back into arms. His feet barely touched the dirt before a bunch of his brothers jumped out, screaming at the top of their voice and holding up sizable sticks.

Few seconds later he sent up a flare for his other brothers to collect his unconscious brothers and walked away. He strolled through the forest like he was on a lazy walk, letting others think his guard was dropped and free to attack. It was a good plan since it drew out a few dozens of his brothers out, all thinking they could actually take him down (like they had a chance). He briefly wondered how Eleison was doing, seeing as he was supposed to have some huge showdown that will determine who will have to perform -in her words- the less than innocent things.

After a silent hour of steady walking, he finally let himself wonder where the hell did everyone run off to. He hoped to at least run into Thatch to burn that idiot's hair off as retribution for getting him into this mess, but so far he hasn't seen many commanders (not counting the few he took out).

A familiar gun shot yanked him out of his reverie and he snapped his head to stare in the direction where the sound came from.

He was ninety percent sure that was Izou.

He quickly turned around and walked with heavy intent in every step, determined not to miss the party. Wherever Izou is, Thatch is never too far behind.

He stepped through another bush when a person came charging at him like a blood crazed bull with flailing arms. Marco easily took a step to the right and the person tripped over a root and stumbled onto the floor with a loud whump. He raised an unimpressed eyebrow at the spluttering teen at his feet.

"I hope you weren't planning on beating me like that, yoi," he sighed, but took pity on the flame brat and pulled on his arm to get him standing. Ace coughed out a few more leaves before stumbling up to his feet, peering up at Marco with wide, crazed eyes.

"M-Marco! Oh my god, please save me!"

Marco blinked as the pyromaniac started babbling something about his inevitable death and torture that will be brought down upon him by a witch of darkness or something like that. It took a while for Marco to actually understand what he was trying to say, but he finally decoded the seemingly meaningless string of words into a coherent sentence. Marco waited for Ace to pause in his rant to breathe before cutting in.

"So you're telling me that Eleison is demolishing everything in her way to rip you into pieces," he summarized and Ace nodded so fast that Marco was afraid that his poor brother's neck would snap right off. "Hm. That explains that omen of death coming from behind you, yoi."

It was the first time Marco heard a truly pitiful keening sound from a human being.

"You make it sound like I'm the bad guy, Marco." Marco glanced over Ace's shoulder, who stiffened in frozen shock. Ace slowly turned around, his eyes widening in horror as his grim reaper approached closer, her blade glinting in the sunlight. Marco stepped around Ace and gave his opponent a small grin. She returned the smile before nodding at Ace. "You're the last one. If you go back to the ship, it'll just be me and Marco."

Thankfully, Ace took the hint and scampered away, tripping on every rock, root, and flat surface possible before finally disappearing from sight. Marco turned back to Eleison as she twirled the sword in an arc and pressed the flat edge of the blade against her hand. He felt a pang of familiarity at the sight of the beautiful blade, but turned his attention to more important matters.

Eleison twirled the sword one more time before holding it out in front of her, silently presenting a challenge. Marco slowly crouched down, anticipation bolting down his spine as his flames pooled as his feet.

"I won't go easy on you," he repeated, recalling their earlier conversation. Eleison just smiled and magically pulled out a smaller dagger and flipping it in her hands. He watched it spin in the air before landing back in her hand before giving a small shrug.

"Then you wouldn't mind me doing some dirty tricks, right?" she replied, casually pulling out two more daggers. She held the glinting blades between her fingers and her smile turned playful. "You know what they say. All is fair-"

She launched the three daggers at Marco and he narrowly managed to turn his body away out of it's path. He turned back to face Eleison again, but she was suddenly there, as if she teleported right in front of him. His eyes widened in surprise as hers narrowed in barely contained glee.

Damn Soru.

"In love and war."

It was close.

A lot more closer than he imagined. Marco had to admit, Eleison was an amazing fighter and swordsman. And she wasn't kidding about fighting dirty at all.

The fight lasted for hours, mostly due to Eleison's happy use of tricks and quick attacks. He didn't know how many daggers she procured, but he does know that there was at least fifty of them littered on the island.

Or what remains of the island.

They were so destructive, the island actually almost sank as a result of their battle. Now there's just a bunch of floating pieces of land and sad little trees scattered here and there. Ace wasn't lying about her abnormally insane Haki or even exaggerating (for once); if even one blow managed a direct hit, he's sure he would be missing a few limbs. At one point, an indirect glancing blow numbed a few of his fingers for a good minute and he nearly lost right then and there. He made sure to avoid any and all attacks after that.

It's been a long time since he truly enjoyed a fight.

A quiet knock at his door pulled him out of his musings and he glanced at the door in contemplating silence. It was late noon, and most people don't come barging in at this time of night, so his mind immediately named the person currently behind the door. He slowly stood up, walking closer with slow lazy steps until his hand wrapped around the handle and turned it open. He glanced down at the antsy teenager, who was currently trying her best to stare over his shoulder.

"I think we have a problem."

He quirked an eyebrow up, but wordlessly invited her into his cabin with a wave of his hand. She quickly walked in and placed her sword on the wooden desk before sitting down in the chair, casting small glances around the small but comfortable room. He knew it wasn't much to look at, but it suit him just fine in his opinion. He sat on his bed and waited for her to speak, content on watching her have a small freak out before taking a deep breath and met his gaze.

"Izou added to the bet."

Marco immediately felt a cold stone sink in his stomach, but he did his best to keep a blank face on. "Added what, yoi?"

Eleison diverted her eyes again, resolutely staring at the wall over his shoulder as if talking to the wall would make it easier.

"He uh. He said that…because he was right about how you win," She cleared her throat and tried looking at him in the eye again but instead a deep blush rose up her cheeks. "Saidthatwehavetobeblindfolded."

Marco blinked. And stared. And stared.

"He said what?!" March shouted, jumping to his feet but quickly tried cooling down when he saw Eleison flinch at his outburst. He took a deep breath and collapsed back down on his bed with his head in his hands. He had no idea what's going on with his brothers. He thought there was supposed to be an unspoken agreement among the crew, but apparently not.

"And, um. I have to, um…." She pointed to his waist and he looked down in confusion. There was nothing but his shirt, his sash, and his pa- wait.

"You don't mean…" he asked slowly, picking up one corner of his light blue sash and pointing at it. Her cheeks flushed darker and it reached to the tips of her ears as she nodded. Marco gaped at her wordlessly before shutting his eyes.

Fucking Izou.

"H-He added to the bet when we're fighting. He said that if the fight ended by me trying to catch you by surprise via aerial attack, but failed and you knock my sword of my hand and pinned me to the floor, then the two of us had to be blindfolded while I…."

She spluttered off into silence, her face impossibly red in embarrassment. She was trying her best to retain a calm facade, but it was obvious that wasn't working too well. Of course, he was about to spontaneously combust from sheer mortification.

He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, groaning in frustration from their brother's antics. He glanced back up to Eleison again and figured he should say something to calm the mood.

"That's a problem."

Nailed it.

Eleison casted a small glare at him before staring at the wall again. Marco slumped even more on the bed and sighed. He wouldn't put it past his brothers barricading his door so Eleison couldn't escape without completing the bet. Of course he can always just kick the door (and anything or anyone in the way) down, but the amount of bullshit that will follow will be more than he wants to deal with. There was only one way out: the sooner they get this done, the sooner he can forget about this. Preferably bleached from his mind and erased from his memory.

He let the sash slide through his fingers before unknotting it from his side. Eleison violently flinched back when he reached over and grab her hand and yanked her over to his side.

"Hey wait no Marco!" He ignored her cries and tugged her until she was half collapsed on top of him and started looping his sash around her eyes. "Marco!"

"Don't worry, it's clean," he said nonchalantly and tied a knot at the back of her head. He pulled back to survey his handiwork and was silently glad that she wasn't really trying to gouge out his eyes (that much).

He fended off her flailing and pushed her to her feet and waited until she regained her balance before standing up himself. He stepped around her and grabbed a small towel from the bathroom and walked back. Eleison hadn't moved one step from where he left her, but he could see that she tilted her head towards him listening to him approach. He sat back down on the edge of his bed in front of Eleison and brought the towel up to his eyes, tying it around his head until he was also blindfolded. He took a deep breath and exhaled, mentally preparing himself for the next (hopefully) seconds.

"Well? Let's see the fastest lap dance in the history of the New World, yoi," he joked, holding his hand up for Eleison. He waited for her to react and soon felt soft but calloused fingers clumsily curl around his own. He guided her closer and placed her hand on his shoulder, giving her the reins of the 'show'. He heard her take a shaky breath, and he couldn't help but feel bad for her. It was obvious she wasn't used to be near people and felt beyond uncomfortable due to their close proximity. He has only seen her allow Ace anywhere this close and get away without any injuries.

Most of the time, anyway.

Her breath suddenly sped up and grew short, her tiny frame shaking in anxiety and he immediately grew more concerned. If this kept up, she's going to start hyperventilating and then he'll have to answer to Ace, Izou,Thatch and whatever rage they (and his family if he had to think about it) will blame him with. It felt strange that he couldn't see anything (although his Haki helped), and it felt like his other senses was amplified to be able to hear every hitch of breath and feel every twitch of fear.

Wait. Fear?

"Eleison." The girl stiffened even more and tried retracting her hand, but he managed to snatch it before it pulled back too far and pulled her closer until she was standing between his own legs. She resisted but it felt like she couldn't muster any strength to pull away. Worried, he repeated her name in hopes of a response. "Eleison, you need to calm down, yoi."

"I-I...I don't think I can do t-this," she croaked out and tried to step away again. He tightened his grip on her hand, knowing that he was the only thing left anchoring her to her feet. "S-Shit I'll just face Izou's wrath or something I think I can take Thatch hating me for the rest of my life I mean what's new it'll be fine I'm sure Ace wouldn't mind never seeing me again not like he'll remember after a day after I leave no one here actually likes me anyw-"

Marco pulled her close into a hug, cutting off her hysterical babbling as his flames burst from his skin. Instead of the destructive flames he was so well known for, the blue fire harmlessly caressed her skin, swirling around their bodies in protection. Eleison stiffened at the first contact of skin and fire, but quickly slumped against him with a distressed whimper. He pulled her closer and leaned back until she was practically on top of him with the flames following like a cushion.

"M-Marco?" she stuttered out quietly, but made no movement to push him away. He didn't know what he did to warrant enough trust to rival Ace but he didn't question it, focusing his attention on much more important matters.

"There was one time," he began saying, quietly wrapping his phoenix flames closer around them "Thatch thought it was a good idea to woo Izou with his cooking skills and decided to cook him a whole feast. What he didn't know was that Izou was having a health fetish, so refused to eat anything more than a piece of fruit on a good day. So when Thatch suddenly presented a month's worth of food to him, complete with a ten course meal and towering desserts, Izou lost his shit and tried shooting Thatch's hair off."

Eleison snorted softly, but otherwise seemed to have calmed down a bit. He counted that as a win and continued telling odd family stories that normally ended in chaos and him cleaning it up. What felt like hours (but was only about fifteen minutes) passed by when Eleison suddenly shifted, awkward hands finding his shoulders and hoisting her up until she was kneeling over him.

He glanced up to where he suspected her face was, wondering what kind of expression she had on. She subtly started shifting around, but he could feel every caress of fingers down his stomach. He quickly put his hands on her hips to steady her, feeling that she was already about to teeter off and onto the floor from embarrassment.

"U-Um, thanks. This is going to be awkward so um…" she hesitated again and he couldn't help but wish to see her face. "Keep talking so I can stay distracted please?" He could imagine her pout from hard focus, or her teeth gnawing at her lip in embarrassment, or shy eyes trying to meet his but always darting away last second, or have that uncharacteristic high blush on her ch-

Fuck.

God dammit Izou.

Delicate fingers trailed up his stomach to his chest and he barely managed to respond with a hoarse chuckle, hoping he didn't give away how much of an idiot he is. He cursed himself for not realizing Izou's plan that was so painfully obvious, but pretended otherwise.

"Still impressed with my abs, I see," he said dryly, hoping to joke his way through his embarrassment. For a split second he was glad they were both blindfolded; he's not sure he could live down being seen blushing like some maiden. "I don't think this is a lapdance either, yoi."

Eleison's laughter was bright and warm to his ears and his own smile was given in return, even though she couldn't see it. She tapped his abs again and could hear her grin in her words. "These blocks of fat? Sure you can say that. And I'm sitting in your lap, that's the closest thing to a dance you're going to get."

He gave an affronted snort, but Eleison just laughed again and patted his stomach with feathery glimpses. "How about you tell me a story this time?"

Her movements stilled for a few seconds before she rearranged herself again, sitting more comfortably and closer to him than he thought she would allow.

"When I was sailing with Ace, there was this pirate captain that took interest in me. Apparently Ace thought defending my honor was the right course of action and jumped over to burn their ship into ashes. The moment his feet touched the deck, he fell asleep. I had a bitch of a time getting him out alive."

Marco chuckled in quiet amusement, picturing an angry Ace suddenly face planting after challenging some idiot pirate. "That's quite sad, yoi."

He could hear the mirth in her voice. "That's not even the worse part. The captain actually took a liking to Ace, as in really like, and wanted to keep him as a concubine or something. By the time I came for Ace, that idiot was professing his undying love and devotion to Ace who was still asleep."

Marco took a second to process what she said before bursting in laughter this time, almost dislodging her off his lap and had to pull her closer to prevent her from tumbling off down to the floor. He felt hands grip his shoulders and her own laughter joined his.

"Let me guess, the idiot pirate captain thought Ace just….fell in love with him?" Marco joked, earning another round of bright laughter. It took a while for Eleison to regain her composure, but even then he could hear quiet giggles every now and then. She went back to trailing her fingers on his stomach, and he realized the she was actually tracing what she thought his mark was.

"I remember when Ace first met my father-" she suddenly cut herself off and her gentle touches froze against his skin. "No, I mean. That's- I didn't say that. Um."

Marco knew he shouldn't ask. It was so painfully obvious that this was one of the 'unmentionables' and inquiring will do no one any favors, but it was just a reflex to ask.

"Who's your father?"

An honest slip of the tongue.

He heard a quiet, sharp intake of breath and immediately knew he fucked up hard. He opened his mouth when she suddenly ripped away from his side, stumbling hard down onto the floor with a loud thud.

"F-Fuck, I-I'm so sorry please don't hate me this isn't something I no I'm not this isn't-

He reached up to pull off his makeshift blindfold when he heard a loud crash that sounded vaguely like splintering wood and loud screams that was quickly fading away. He yanked off the towel and glanced around. In the few seconds he failed to do anything, Eleison managed to tear down his door and run over anyone blocking her way and demolish a good amount of the deck.

Marco forced his way outside pushing aside any of his shocked brothers in hopes of catching the girl before she got too far. He skidded around a corner when he ran head first into the one person he was looking for, colliding hard enough to send them both sprawling on the deck. Marco groaned in pain and clutched his head, but his eyes zoned in on her small bag that he immediately knew had all the stuff she needed to leave.

Eleison was going to leave the Moby Dick.

Eleison recovered first and scrambled back to her feet with wide fearful eyes before scooping up her small amount of belongings and running away again. Marco gritted his teeth and ran after her again, vaguely recalling that Eleison had a knack for escaping and if he wanted to make any progress, he has to catch her now.

The two rounded the corner and onto the main deck, where a good majority of the commanders were talking. They all turned to them in surprise and Izou opened his mouth to say something-

"Jozu! Please!" Everyone turned towards Jozu, who had a steely frown etched on with consideration. He suddenly laced his fingers together and bent down, almost as if he was about to hoist someone up. Eleison jumped and placed her foot in his hand and Marco could tell she was forcing as much Haki as she could muster into that one step and Jozu was doing everything in his power to not crumble against the wooden planks. Marco felt his heart drop when the pressure started building and immediately knew what she was planning.

"Eleison! Wait, yoi!" Marco shouted, but it was too late. The shockwave blasted everyone (but Pops) to the floor, and by the time they looked up Eleison was gone.

Marco stumbled to his feet, staring up at the sky in muted silence when someone slammed against him, pinning him to the side of a cabin. He coughed out when the air was forced out of his lungs and looked down at the reason why. Ace was literally on fire, the orange flames spreading out and setting the deck and him ablaze. His own blue flames sprung up in protection, but he willed them down and stared back at the furious teenager with a carefully blank face that didn't convey how miserable he felt. Ace snarled and slammed him harder against the side and pushed closer to glare at him with deep stormy eyes, filled with rage and anger that he deserved.

"What did you do."

Again, sorry for taking so long.

Tell me what you think about it so far!

And sorry for not really showing the fighting scene. That would just take a lot more time and I'm not that great at descriptive fighting, if at all. Maybe next time if it's in high demand.

For everyone who wanted Marco to win. WELP THERE YOU GO. PROGRESS

For those who wanted Eleison to win. WELP SORRY. SHE'S STILL A NUB COMPARED TO HIM.

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