CHAPTER 10: End This War

Rotelle was rubbing at her swollen cheek, her lips jutting out in displeasure while Toshi swung his nunchaku high above his head, the whipping noise it made the only sound between them.

The Capo sneered. "I decided I DON'T like you after, all Don Toshi!"

"Tell someone who give a damn…" Toshi leapt forward, faking left then attacking from the right with a diagonal strike.

Rotelle raised her circular weapon, knocking Toshi's nunchaku off its course. There was a loud sound of metal scraping against wood and Toshi's weapon was nearly pulled from his grasp. Rotelle jumped into a crouch, springing at Toshi and catching him off guard as he fumbled for purchase on his weapon, knocking him over onto his rear. She seemed to disappear for a moment as Toshi scrambled to his feet, whipping his head from left to right trying to locate the girl.

Her voice was suddenly in his ear, low and purring. "I'm…right…HERE!" She grabbed Toshi around the neck, pressing the circular weapon against his throat, the sharp edges cutting him as thin lines of blood began to run down his neck.

Toshi made a choking sound. It was hard to move in a way that wouldn't open up his neck even further and Rotelle continued to chuckle in his ear.

His breath came in short gasps as Rotelle cut slightly deeper and deeper. "Oh don't worry, I won't go for the jugular. The Don would have my head on a silver platter if I actually killed you! I'm just playing with you, Don Toshi."

'How arrogant...' Toshi thought. 'Just like everyone in this damn place.' He wished more than anything that Farfalle was here with him now, encouraging him as he always did when Toshi had sparred with Penne. The pain of losing him was still so fresh, Toshi felt a pang go through his whole body as the scene of his Uncle's death replayed in slow motion through his mind. Would Farfalle have been a part of this? A part of his friends being treated like criminals as he was forced into a life he hadn't chosen, hadn't even known about until today?

"No…" Toshi rasped, gripping the handles of his nunchaku tighter as he slowly slid his hand into the right position. "NO!" He yelled again, as he raised his arm over his head and smashed the metal edges against Rotelle's head as hard as he could.

She screamed. Her hat flew off of her head and a gash opened up, gushing fresh blood. She clutched at it, accidentally making it worse when her own weapons scraped against it.

Toshi jumped back, gingerly rubbing his neck and came away with a handful of blood. He tucked one end of the nunchaku under his arm and held his other hand defensively, palm-out.

The Capo was livid now. Blood seeped from her wound, trickling down the side of her face and coating half of it in crimson, giving her an eerie look. "I'm done PLAYING, DON TOSHI!" Rotelle leapt with the grace of a ballerina, spinning slowly in midair as if she were putting on a show.

"Great, they hired the circus for my birthday party." Toshi shook his head. It seemed like so many of these guys here were seriously into pageantry with their crazy outfits and altogether strange fighting techniques. Rotelle was by far the weirdest woman he'd ever encountered as well...not that he'd ever known very many.

"Oh, you like it right? My wheel spins always dazzle everyone!" She jumped higher, whirling three times in the air before she landed this time.

Toshi found himself unable to look away as Rotelle continued jumping and spinning. His grip slackened on his nunchaku, his mouth dropping open. Her ridiculous dancing seemed to have a hypnotic effect…

"Yes…you're getting it now, Don Toshi!" She jumped and spun closer and closer until she was right in front of Toshi, then jumped up again, scissoring her legs around Toshi's neck. "DEATH ROLL!"

Rotelle clutched her legs tightly around Toshi's neck, throwing them both over onto the ground as she spun.

Toshi began coughing as all the dust blew up around him and he was unable to find equilibrium in the incessant rolling motion he was caught in. His nunchaku slipped out of his grasp as he struggled to pry Rotelle off of him. She just continued to spin and spin, thrashing like a wild alligator, blood and dust mingling.

His eyes burned from all the dust and he yanked at the legs locked around him, trying free himself from her grasp. He felt something beneath him with the next roll. Cold metal...it was his nunchaku!

Toshi grabbed it by the chain through the next roll, still sputtering and wheezing in an attempt to keep all the dust out of his mouth.

"Had enough yet?!" Came the shrill voice of the Capo.

He was impressed at how long Rotelle was able to keep this up without losing her lunch, as he was now feeling queasy himself.

She slowed for a brief moment and Toshi took the opening. He whipped his reclaimed nunchaku up against her face. "ASSAULTO VELOCE!" Toshi straight-striked at her like a man gone mad. His nunchaku shot out like a mechanical hammer, striking the Capo over and over until she was forced to release him.

The two fighters rolled away from each other and quickly scrambled to their feet. Rotelle raised her fists and Toshi held his nunchaku out, a stick in each hand.

Toshi swayed on his feet, shaking his head that had become rather light from all the rolling.

"So, how are you enjoying 'the circus?'" Rotelle sneered. That would teach him to mock her beautiful and deadly fighting style!

"Eh…too many CLOWNS for my taste." Toshi stuck a finger in his ear.

Rotelle fumed. "I'll teach you to call ME a clown!" She bashed her two circular brass knuckles together a few times, causing sparks to fly from of them.

"I dunno, your boyfriend had a point about you strutting like a peacock you know." Toshi pulled his finger out of his ear. "And then he came over here trying to defend you like a knight in shining armor, man that was just seriously romantic."

Rotelle colored bright red and she scrunched her face up as she screamed, "HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!"

Toshi grinned. Seemed like he'd hit a sore spot. "It's just too damn bad Sanji's going to kick his ass into next week, then you guys'll never get married!" He taunted and started body wrapping his nunchaku, avoiding his neck where Rotelle had cut him earlier.

"Look who's a circus act now!" She scoffed, really tired of Toshi's mockery of what she considered to be a beautiful fighting style.

Toshi whipped the nunchaku across his shoulders, over his waist, switching it from hand to hand behind his back, then up over his arms, changing hands as he whipped the sticks over his shoulders. He wrapped it back up his body and into a helicopter spin once again, holding out his free hand palm-up and gesturing for Rotelle to come at him.

She narrowed her eyes and ran at him without hesitation. The two fighters clashed together again and again, wood against metal. Rotelle swung hard at Toshi, her movements becoming sloppier in her frustration. Toshi bent backward a fraction of a second from being hammered in the face. He swung his leg out to the side, slamming a kick against her ribcage, bending back completely over and pushing himself off the ground with his free hand.

Rotelle fell to her knees, coughing up a mouthful of blood. She angrily wiped it on her sleeve and glared up at Toshi, who was walking slowly toward her, holding a stick in each hand.

Toshi lunged for her but she was on her feet in a flash, jumping backward and up into another of her wheel spins. He looked around but there was nothing near enough to use as leverage for a higher jump. He watched her as she began the elaborate dance, twirling in the air like some crazy ballerina. Toshi shut his eyes tightly so he wouldn't become hypnotized again.

"Don Toshi…" Rotelle's voice was husky and he could hear her movements getting nearer and nearer. "Don Toshi…didn't your uncles teach you the first rule of fighting? NEVER TAKE YOUR EYES OFF YOUR OPPONENT!"

SLAM!

Toshi took a direct hit to the face with Rotelle's circular brass knuckle, a searing pain flashing through him. He'd taken so many hits to the face today already and a fresh trail of blood now adorned the left side of his face from the ragged gash. But that hit was all he needed to get Rotelle to stop her ridiculous wheel spins. He skidded backward a few feet through the dust, geta sandals leaving neat lines as Rotelle flitted back over to him.

He held his cheek and coughed. "Rotelle…wait until my grandpa hears about this. I think YOU'LL be the one who's going to be demoted, not your boyfriend."

Rotelle stomped her foot. "DON TOSHI, HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND! AND YOU WOULDN'T."

Toshi dropped his hand from his face as Rotelle stomped closer and closer to him. She was two feet away when he looked up. "WOULDN'T I?!"

Rotelle opened her mouth to answer when-

"RIPERCUSSIONE!"

Her eyes widened as Toshi flipped his nunchaku around her neck, crossing the sticks and twisting, bruising her windpipe. He loosened his for a split second grip only to pull her towards him with the chain and head butt her.

She stumbled backward, clutching at her neck, but Toshi grabbed her again, securing an arm around her shoulders as he whipped her across the back over and over.

Rotelle's legs buckled beneath her and she crumbled to the ground. "Don Toshi…"

"I never want to be called Don Toshi. That ain't my style. I'm leaving this place if it's the last thing I do." Toshi turned on his heel to walk away from her. He was going to see about Sanji, who'd taken quite a beating from Pici's whip. That's when Rotelle lunged forward, wrapping her arms around his ankles, her circular weapons opening up even more wounds.

"I WON'T LOSE A FIGHT!" She rasped as she pulled, cutting into Toshi's legs.

Toshi bent over backward, letting himself fall and slamming his elbow hard into Rotelle's back. She shrieked as Toshi rolled over to the side and up onto his feet.

Rotelle managed to pull herself upright, dusting off her shorts as she ran at him in a mad final dash, leaping into the air in an attempt to pull Toshi into a finishing death roll.

"FRUSTA JUMP!" Toshi did a spinning leap of his own, turning out of the way of Rotelle's attack just in time as his nunchaku cracked across her back, sending her sprawling into the dust face first.

He completed the turn and landed, his ankles shaking as the blood continued to drip down to make small puddles in the dust. With great effort, he turned to see what had become of his opponent.

Rotelle struggled to push herself off the ground, arms shaking, but after several attempts and failures she collapsed back into the dust and lost consciousness.

Toshi took a halting step forward toward where he had seen Sanji fall, but his footing gave way and he collapsed onto his back, breathing hard. Despite the intense pain that he felt throughout his….entire body…Toshi grinned up at the blue sky, never having felt more alive.

He reached into his jacket, pulling out the last flask that was left and drained the whole thing in one gulp.

"Uncle Farfalle," he whispered up to the heavens, "I did it…I'm going to be free!"

oOo

Luffy's head met his neck once more with a loud 'boing' as he re-entered the mostly-destroyed grand ballroom. "I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS!" He ran at full speed and threw himself at the Don, who immediately flattened and dodged Luffy's attack by millimeters.

A sinister chuckled escaped the man's flat lips. "It's like you're stuck on repeat, boy! You've been threatening to kick my ass since we met, yet I remain unscathed! You should just accept your death quietly, it'll be better for everyone…"

"RAAAAAAAAAR!" Luffy spun around and sprang at the Don, teeth out, trying to sink them into him anywhere he could. His arms elongated in an attempt to trap the man.

The Don winced slightly as Luffy's teeth met his shoulder, but his expression immediately turned into a smirk. "I'll say one thing for you, your death will be remembered at least." The boy continued to gnaw on him, wrapping his arms and legs around the Don, mimicking his earlier attack with his Gomu Gomu powers.

The Don sighed as he flattened himself and sunk to the floor, slipping completely out of Luffy's grasp. The boy tumbled over onto the floor in a mess of stretched limbs that quickly popped themselves back into place.

The older man reached into his pants pockets, pulling out twin revolvers. He cocked them simultaneously. "It's been fun kid, but I think we're done for now."

Luffy's face split into a wide grin, obviously the Don didn't realize what he was up against if he was resorting to using guns.

"What's with that smile, boy!" The Don growled, "You're more eager to die than I thought!"

He opened fire, one at a time in rapid succession, shooting them first from his right then from his left at the boy until both chambers were empty.

Luffy never budged, his eyes practically glowing red as the smoke from the guns filled the vicinity. He took all the bullets head on. They stretched out his body to the limit, pieces of flesh bulging outward from the bullets' impact, ranging from his neck all the way down to his calves.

"Hehe…" Luffy snickered as he stood up straighter than before, head thrown back, arms held triumphantly outward as he threw all the bullets back at the Don with a loud 'SPROING!'

The Don had a split second to react, his face becoming angry rather than smug. "DAMN!" He cursed and dropped to the floor, creating a human puddle.

The bullets flew past the place he'd been standing and out of the gaping hole his earlier attack had created with Luffy's body. Luffy whooped and skidded across the hardwood floor, one of his sandals catching the Don before he was able to rise back up and reform.

"HRNNGH!" Luffy pushed down with all his might on the Don's flat chest. He twisted his foot as he did so, until the Don slipped out from under him like a rug and sent Luffy sprawling backward onto the ground, bouncing on his rear like a giant rubber ball.

Luffy stood back up, rubbing his behind and growling loudly. "DAMMMIIIIIIITTT!" He ran at the mafia boss, fists flying. "GOMU GOMU NO GATLING!"

The Don blew in the wind that Luffy's fists had created, expertly dodging each one until the rubber man was forced to stop. His chest heaving from exertion, the pirate reached his arms up behind him. He grabbed the nearest thing, which happened to be the last table that had survived the fight. Dishes and glasses went crashing to the floor, metal utensils clattering like miniature bells as he hurled it over his head toward the Don.

Raucous laughter was the only thing that met Luffy's ears as the table flew past the Don and crashed into a couple of the others that had already been overturned. There was the sound of splintering wood among the laughter and the Don began to flatten his hands again. He held them out like a toy monkey as he jumped into the air, flattening the rest of his body and sailing down to engulf Luffy, crashing the boy's head between his hands once more.

Luffy reeled from the blow, coughing up blood. The Don flatted himself into one long strip, wrapping himself completely around Luffy and then began rolling toward all the broken glass that Luffy's earlier attack had created on the floor.

"NOODLE WHIP!" the Don immediately unrolled himself from Luffy, sending the boy flying face first into the piles of glass. His own body made a loud cracking sound as he stood back up, dusting his hands off.

Luffy screamed in pain. He blocked his face with his arms as the shards cut into his skin. He rolled over onto his back and sat up, yanking out a particularly large piece of glass that had become imbedded in his leg as he stood. Blood dripped from the jagged edge of the white porcelain onto the floor. He threw it aside and wiped the trail of blood from his mouth onto his arm.

Angry, Luffy yelled as loudly as he could, throwing his head back, holding his arms up. He was frustrated beyond belief at how slippery this old man was. The chandeliers began to sway with the intensity his vocal chords were producing. He wouldn't give up no matter what. He'd fight until his body refused to move. For Toshi's freedom. And he'd win.

The Don clapped his hands. "I have to hand it to you, you've lasted far longer than most who dare go up against me. I'm almost tempted to keep you around for my own amusement... But no longer." His eyes narrowed as he dropped back down to the floor, slithering towards Luffy where he wrapped himself around the boy's ankles.

"RAR!" Luffy immediately pushed against the pressure, spreading his legs wider so the Don wouldn't be able to trap him again. "RRRRRRNNNGH!" He pushed with all his might, but the Don pushed back and it was only so long before Luffy's legs were pushed together with a loud snap. The Don wound himself around Luffy like a boa constrictor.

"This is my favorite way to kill, boy…soon you'll be just another notch in my belt of fools who thought they stood a chance against me!"

Luffy continued to struggle. He writhed like a worm in the Don's increasingly tight grasp. The Don had done this to him before, but Luffy had been able to escape the last time. The tightening…it was faster this time, more insistent. His breath began to come in short gasps as it was squeezed from his lungs, which were allowed no room to take in more.

Luffy choked. He felt his insides compressing. He coughed up yet another mouthful of blood, starting to feel as if his skin was being stretched taut, all his blood gradually moving up to his head.

"I'm going to pop you like a giant rubber balloon, you bastard!" The Don's voice became even more gravelly and low as he squeezed Luffy almost to the point of death. He held back only a little so he could enjoy the pathetic squeaking sounds his foe was making before his head exploded.

The Don had had just about enough. He was about to make the final squeeze when a large familiar shadow darkened the hole in the wall, all but blotting out the bright sun.

That mountain of a man, his personal prisoner Rotini, ducked his head to enter the room. His eyes widening slightly at all the mayhem. The man was clearly on edge, but his shoulders lowered when a roof was over his head once more.

"WHAT?" An outraged cry from the Don pierced the air.

He relaxed his grip on Luffy as his eyes bulged with shock at Rotini's appearance. He slipped away from the rubber man, who fell over onto the ground and clutched at his chest, wheezing for breath.

The mafia boss, completely enraged, noodle walked himself over to Rotini. "HOW DID YOU GET OUT?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! DID ANYONE SEE YOU?" The Don reached up and grabbed his head, yanking on the handfuls of silver that still remained. "THOSE FOOLS! I'LL HAVE ALL THEIR HEADS!"

Rotini stood frozen, accustomed to the daily beatings that he suffered at the Don's hands. He winced, having taken a step back, as if waiting for it to start.

The Don took a step back as well to look up at the man. He was still livid, but he was pleased that Rotini's fear still showed so blatantly. "Hmm, or perhaps I should REWARD you for coming back like a good boy." He patted Rotini's massive hand with his flat one. "You didn't know any better, did you? One of those idiot pirates must've let you out, thinking they were doing a good deed. HAH! AS IF PIRATES ARE SUPPOSED TO GO AROUND DOING GOOD DEEDS!"

The Don wheeled to face Luffy again, pleased at all the blood that covered the Strawhat pirate from his previous attacks. "AS IF PIRATES HELP AND RESCUE PEOPLE! I'm going to show you right here and now what REAL PIRATES DO!"

He gestured back to Rotini. "This is my prisoner of war, Rotini Bolognese. I killed his parents and took his birthright...now this island belongs to me..." The Don cracked his knuckles as he turned to face the larger man. "AND SO DOES HE."

The Don flattened out his arm like a giant long noodle, making it thin so that it elongated. He held it behind him, ready to rear it back and beat Rotini. "Today's a special occasion, Rotini, but I see you missed me so much that you came to me for your beating. HAHAHAHA." The Don turned his head to the side to make sure Luffy was watching. "Pay attention now, boy!"

A deep rumble came from Rotini's chest as he let out a hacking cough. He stared down at his captor. "No."

The Don whipped his head back up to face Rotini. "NO? Are you embarrassed to have an audience, boy? Why, I remember your little friend Capellini loved to watch me beat you! It was his favorite pastime, in fact! He loved it so much that I just couldn't bear to never let him have a taste of it, as you remember." The Don laughed again, his arm floating in the air behind him, poised for the beating to come. "You remember it, ah yes...it was his birthday as I recall and lucky you, you got to watch as I beat him to death with my Fettuccine whip. Good times!"

Rotini's jaw clenched tightly, his teeth grinding against each other as he began to shake, fighting to keep his composure. "You bastard," he rasped. "What did Capellini ever do to you?"

The Don's face morphed into a mask of anger. "NOTHING. Why does anyone do anything?! Perhaps I just hated the way he parted his hair. Some people aren't allowed control, but me…I have ALL THE CONTROL. You're all just puppets and I'm pulling the strings, all just like fish in my aquarium and I decide when to introduce the shark and see you all ripped to shreds in his jaws. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"No," Rotini repeated, staring down at the Don defiantly. "I don't. I never have."

"Then I guess it's time for your next lesson!" With a loud crack the Don reared back his flat arm. "FETTUCCINE WHIP!" He yelled as his arm sailed toward Rotini.

Rotini flinched visibly, anticipating the pain to come...but then Capellini's face flashed through his mind and he lifted his arm, blocking the Don's attack at his face. The whip still stung, but he'd kept it away from the Don's preferred position.

"WHY YOU. WHAT'S GOTTEN INTO YOU?" The Don began assaulting Rotini with more urgency, whipping at him frantically. Rotini dodged or parried as many blows as he was able, using his large arms to block.

"I won't let you steal another life." Rotini spoke softly. He always had. It sounded almost strange coming from a man of his size. "This boy, he's fighting for Toshi, I know it..."

"Ah yes, TOSHI, my consolation prize..." The Don spat on the ground. "Had I known his birth would cause my daughter's death…"

"RAAAAAAAAR!" Luffy yelled from behind the two men, having righted himself and caught his breath. "TOSHI'S NOT YOUR PRIZE AND NEITHER IS THIS OLD GUY! YOU'LL LET BOTH OF THEM GO TODAY!" Luffy began running toward the Don, who laughed as he prepared another flat attack with his long Fettuccine whip.

"You're such a glutton for punishment, almost as much as you are for food! Don't worry, you'll be dead soon…." He attempted to whip his arm forward but it was stuck fast and he twisted his head around to see Rotini holding his wrist in his massive grasp.

Luffy laughed, giving a thumbs up as Rotini yanked on the Don's arm, cracking his body like a whip and letting him sail to the other side of the room where he flattened himself against the wall.

"A LUCKY SHOT!" The Don reformed himself. "I suppose even YOU get a freebie, Rotini."

Rotini looked at the Don, the anger filling his eyes as he started toward him. Luffy joined him, securely fastening his straw hat back atop his head as he walked alongside the large man.

"Oh what's this? A little tag team?" The Don chuckled again, as he began flattening his hands, preparing for the attack that had given him his epithet. "I don't care if it's two men or a hundred men, you're both a thousand years too early to take me on, boys!"

Luffy growled, picking up the pace as he jogged toward the Don, noticing all the glittering utensils that littered the floor from the earlier stages of their fight. He scooped up as many forks and knives as he could while running. The Don was so arrogant, he thought he could just wait for them to come at him.

"Oi old man! Can you pin him against the wall? SHISHISHI!" Luffy asked Rotini.

Rotini nodded with a grunt, holding his palm out like a sumo wrestler as his large footsteps brought him closer to the Don.

"YES, YES, COME. I'D LIKE TO SEE WHAT YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING TO DO!"

But Rotini was stronger and faster than the Don had previously thought. He'd been so used to the man's timid behavior. So used to all the whimpering and crying as he mercilessly beat him, he'd forgotten what a large man Rotini was. The Don's breath was knocked out of him as Rotini's massive palm covered his torso, holding him firmly against the wall. The man's hands and legs flattened and flailed frantically for purchase against his attacker. They snapped at him over and over, large welts popping all over the larger man's person, but Rotini held him firm. No matter how thin the Don flattened his body, he was unable to slip through a crack.

"YOU BASTARD!"

Luffy grinned as he threw his handfuls of forks and knives at the Don. The sharp points pierced his flattened form and pinned him to the wall.

Lines of blood began flowing as the Don screamed with anger as much as agony. He couldn't budge an inch. His eyes traveled back and forth at his hopeless situation, gazing out at the two men who had done this to him. His own prisoner, the man whose life he'd stolen and the stupid upstart who dared call himself the future pirate king...they'd actually immobilized him?!

Luffy stood back as he completed his task and nodded to Rotini. "He said he killed your friend, you should get to hit him first!"

Rotini nodded a silent thanks as he made a fist and reared back his arm. "This…THIS IS FOR CAPELLINI!"

WHAM!

The walls of the grand ballroom shook as if there were an earthquake. Several chandeliers fell and shattered, their shards coating the floor and joining the dishes and wood splinters.

Luffy grit his teeth. "AND THIS IS FOR TOSHI!" He stretched both arms behind him as far as they would go, twisting them at the same time. They reached through the hole his body had created in the wall and then he let go. His arms came barreling back in, picking up speed as they unleashed all the kinetic energy from the extra twist.

"TWIN PISTOL!" Luffy screamed. His fists barreled into the Don's pinned form, the sheetrock cracking as his body became embedded in the wall even further.

There was even more blood than before as the Don wheezed and coughed it up, his form going limp.

Luffy narrowed his eyes, staring at the man a moment longer before he turned on his heel, heading back out into the courtyard where his nakama had been fighting.

His grin reappeared as he stepped back into the sunshine and then held his arms out wide. The rubber man took a deep breath.

"TOSSSSSSSSSHIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" He yelled, and there are those that say his voice could be heard all the way back at the docks. "YOU'RE FREE! SHISHISHISHISHISHISHI!"

END NOTES: In the true tradition of One Piece and Oda-sensei you will find some crazy names in this story arc! To shed some light on this, here is a 'Noodle Names Key' with explanations and pronunciations! It will continue to be updated as the arc progresses. Please note that Toshi's birthday is January 1st.

NOODLE NAMES KEY

Soba - 'soh-bah': thin Japanese buckwheat noodles. Soba called Toshi Koshi Soba (get it? get it?) are traditionally eaten on New Years eve in Japan.

Lo Mein - 'low-main': A Chinese dish with wheat flour noodles.

Penne - 'pen-ay': a type of pasta with cylinder shaped pieces.

Farfalle - 'far-fal-lay': bow-tie shaped pasta.

Fiori - 'fee-or-ee': flower shaped pasta.

Fettuccine - 'fet-uh-chee-nee': long flat pasta noodles made of egg and flour.

Alfredo - 'Al-fray-doh': a white cream sauce, served with pasta.

Ravioli - 'ra-vee-oh-lee': a traditional type of Italian filled pasta. They are composed of a filling sealed between two layers of thin egg pasta dough and are served either in broth or with a pasta sauce.

Tortellini - 'tore-tuh-lee-nee': ring shaped pasta stuffed with meat or cheese.

Rotini - 'row-tee-nee': helix/corkscrew shaped pasta.

Rotelle - 'roe-tell-eh': wagon wheel shaped pasta.

Gemelli - 'juh-mell-ee': pasta that are a s-shaped strand twisted into a spiral.

Pici - 'pee-chee': Pici is a thick, hand-rolled pasta, like a fat spaghetti. It originates in the province of Siena in Tuscany; in the Montalcino area it is also referred to as dough is typically made from flour and water only. The addition of egg is optional, being determined by family traditions.

Orzo - 'or-zoh': a form of short-cut pasta, shaped like a large grain of rice.

Ditalin i- 'dee-tah-lee-nee': Short tube or thimble shaped pasta.

Bolognese - 'boh-loh-nyeh-ze': a meat-based sauce originating from Bologna, Italy. Aka your typical red meat sauce for pasta. Bolognese sauce is basically the opposite of Alfredo sauce which is why I chose it for a name ;D

Trenette - 'tray-neh-teh': a type of narrow, flat, dried pasta especially associated with Genoa and Liguri that are thin ribbon ridged on one side.

Mostaccioli - 'moe-stah-she-oh-li': Similar to penne but without ridges. Also called penne lisce or "smooth penne."

Farfalonni - 'Far-fall-low-nee': Large bow tie shaped pasta (bigger than farfalle).

Capellini - 'cap-eh-lee-nee': The thinnest type of long pasta, it is rod-shaped, in the form of long strands.

FURTHER NOTES: The villains in the Port of Soba arc are organized into a Mafia. I gathered the information below to shed some light on their ranks and which character in the Alfredo Family fills each one.

MAFIA RANKS KEY

Don - (or boss) head of the mafia, the very top of the food chain, makes all decisions, gives all orders and is honored and revered like a father among his men. Don Fettucini Alfredo is exceptionally cruel so no one calls him 'father.'

Front Boss - A front boss is a member of the family who acts for The Don and on behalf of the boss in public view (e.g. the media, commission meetings). A front boss is intended to deceive authorities, the public, other families and some times even members within his own family, and there by protect the real boss from surveillance, prosecution, assassination attempts etc. Farfalle fills this role in the Alfredo family with the grooming Toshi to become the Don's heir.

Underboss - The underboss is the second in command overall, he assists the boss and makes decisions on behalf of the boss especially when the boss is unavailable, e.g. ill or in prison. The underboss will often deal with internal disputes and discipline while the boss (or frontboss) deals with matters that involve different families, though this is not a hard and fast rule. Penne fulfills this role in the Alfredo Family.

Consiglieri - The consiglieri or counsellor is below the boss but on the same level as the underboss. The consiglieri's role is to act as an impartial advisor to the boss. As such the consiglieri will usually not have many direct reports, though he may have one or two soldiers or captains who report to to him, often people who he has personally mentored. Orzo fulfills this role in the Alfredo family though he has a deep resentment for the Don due to past events. Orzo is around the same age as the Don a few years younger and remembers the injustice that happened to the Bolognese family.

Street Boss/Head Capo (represented here as 'Capo') - street boss, is A top Capo which has many soldiers beneath him and carries out pick-ups and extortion and is the first enforcer to hit a rival family. Rotelle, Gemelli, and Pici are Capos of the Alfredo Family although on the island of Soba they have no rival families.

Soldier - This is the lowest ranking "official" or made "on the books" member of a family. These are the grunts that do all the fighting and spying and dirty work. The Rigatoni fulfill this role in the Alfredo family.

TOSHI'S FIGHTING STYLE

Toshi fights with a single nunchaku with a wooden handle and a metal chain, this can be a bit difficult to convey in writing sometimes, so I've compiled a few resources that I used as a reference when planning and writing for Toshi's fighting style. I got alot of preliminary info from Ninja Gyma located here: nunchaku/how-to-swing-the-nunchaku-14-angles/ Please keep in mind these are instructional videos and Toshi is moving much faster than what is portrayed in the videos due to his proficiency with the weapon.

Straight-strike - For an overview of the 14 basic nunchaku movies, particularly the 'straight-strike', please see this video: watch?v=_B_zGyxxYx8

Body Wrapping - watch?v=_FA0M1f9X44

Frusta Jump - I based Toshi's Frusta Jump attack off of the move that starts at approximately 0:18 seconds in this video: watch?v=J_7VGwWP250 Frusta means 'whip' in Italian and all Toshi's attack names are in Italian. I will be posting a full list of his attack names and translations with his official profile, coming soon.