The Devil's Fruit

by xxwhite-firexx

(Rewrite of TDF; Mafia!AU D-cest, ZoSan, Saboala) It's been eleven years, and through an odd twist of fate, Ace finally reunites with his lost brother. However, with threats of an old enemy family out for vengeance and conspiracies brewing from an anti-mafia unit, it becomes a struggle for the two to stay together. But, Ace will always protect Luffy. Even if it kills him to do so.

11. To Be Good (Part One)

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q. feuille7: Glad that you're enjoying the rewrite! Thank you very much for the review! :)

Guest: Regarding Robin being possible competition, I would say... yes and no. Haha!

Arius the Heretic: Yeah, I definitely wouldn't give up on this story. It's seriously my life project. HAHA. Glad you love the rewrite. :)

The Eternal Empress: Oo, Pinoy ako. HAHA. I'm glad you're enjoying the rewritten version. And, yes, in a way, you are very right. The brothers actually don't know much about each other, so they really need to catch up on the years.

Jiejie: Oh, don't worry. I always manage to laugh, smile and chuckle in every review you make. Love you, Jiejie.

xTheCherryx: Sometimes, I always concerned on whether the chapter is too long or not. Glad to know there's at least one person who likes long chapters that pop up every month or two. HAHA. With regards to Luffy, I'm glad that you're okay with his characterization here. It's a bit of a risk since it's kind of OOC of him to be like this, but I guess what I'm aiming for is a different kind of Luffy that felt loneliness as a child and has dealt with some dark things in the past (as compared to One Piece Luffy who has Ace and Sabo with him). It just really goes to show how damaged Luffy really is, and how he needs to try and recover from it through the help of those around him now. Of course, I admit that this kind of Luffy is a bit more difficult to write.

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Chapter Eleven – To Be Good (Part One) ~ Monkey D. Luffy

I had a peaceful sleep again. That's because last night, I haven't dreamt a thing, and it's been like that for the past couple of nights. I think it's got something to do with that 'Dream Catching' thingy that Hawkins gave me for my birthday party. So, I've been trying to contact him to say thank you, but he hasn't picked up yet. Oh well. Typical Hawkins. He'll call when he wants to talk.

And, these days, whenever I wake up, I get restless. It doesn't matter that the sun hasn't risen up yet. Whenever I can't sleep anymore, I just have to do something else.

As I speed down the road with my new bike, I'm seeing an entire line of lamp posts that glow softly against the night sky with all the twinkling stars plus the pale, round moon. The wind blows across my face, and it causes my cheeks to quiver because of how cold it is.

Compared to my old one, this bike turns more smoothly, the tires have double the protection and the frame size is just right for me. It's like this bike's really designed for me, but I'm not really surprised at this. Kidd made this bike especially for me, and I know he's the best at this stuff.

As I'm pedaling my bike up the rising path, I think of Ace. I also think that I should have left a note. He's probably going to get worried. But, then again, I don't think he's awake along with everyone else. When I left, the hallways were still lit with all the night lamps, and it was so dark that I had to use my cellphone as a flashlight on the way to the garage. Good thing I managed to find it! Ace wasn't kidding when he said that I could easily get lost in that mansion.

Anyway, I should be back by the time he wakes up. That way, he doesn't have to get worried at all.

I make a break, stopping at the very peak of the road. Looking down at the slope and gauging it, I can tell that it's very steep, but maybe not as steep as the ones over there in East Blue. No problem at all.

I grip onto the handles, leaning forward. My feet are on the pedals as I brace myself, ready to drift down.

But, the sound of thunder's cracking, and… it's raining. It's raining so hard all of a sudden, and instead of the starry night sky, I'm staring at grey storm clouds that are swirling above me. The cold, gentle breeze from earlier is gone, replaced by violent gusts that have trees bending plus roof tops rattling against their hinges.

And, there's the slope that's still ahead of me, but it's steeper. More slippery. Just like the ones at East Blue. Just like the ones at home.

One foot is on the pedal, but the other finds support against the concrete ground. I should turn back. I think I should. But… I need to be brave, right? I can do this because I'm strong. I need to be.

Plus, in my basket are the white flowers. These need to be delivered, right? I've bought them for Ace and Grandpa, and I need to deliver these to them. Yeah… that's right. No one else is going to do it, so I have to be the one. They're so lonely right now… and I need to be with them.

I immediately kick against the pedal to move on, but instead of rushing down, it's like I'm frozen still, and I can see an exact ghostly image of myself emerging from me. The other me is riding down the slope now as I watch myself from a distance, but no matter how hard I struggle, I can't save myself when the chain breaks and the other me is falling and crashing hard against the pavement. I'm watching myself die. I'm going to die.

The flowers are breaking into petals. They're being blown away as thunder booms again and again and again, and I'm seeing myself dying with all the blood gushing out. There's so much blood. So much—

"Hey there."

A large hand rests on my shoulder, causing me to jump. Then, I immediately look back, and I can see Juice giving me a confused look.

"What 'cha looking at?" He steadies his hand above his eyes to peer at the distance, but he gives up shortly after. "So, uh… how long have you been standing here?" he asks me.

I stare at him, not really knowing what to say. Weird. Isn't it supposed to be really dark right now? But, now that I'm looking around, I can see that the sun's already up, and it's not even raining.

And, when I look ahead, I see lamp posts switched off plus a steep road that's not familiar to me at all because I'm definitely not in East Blue. I'm back here in Grand Line City. I'm back in my… new home.

"So, you were trying to head down?" Juice asks instead, and I signal to him a nod. He blows a whistle, eyeing the descending path. "Woah, that's awesome. Can you really go biking down like that?"

"Yup." Juice is looking at me expectantly. I think he wants to watch me demonstrate or something. I try to, but my foot is still lodged against the pedal, and it doesn't want to move forward like I want it to. I glance at the road again, and I don't know why, but now, I don't feel like doing it anymore. So, I get off my bike and have both my feet planted on the ground. The good thing is that Juice doesn't look disappointed at me. Even better, he doesn't look like he's trying to hide it.

Yup, I like Juice. Not only is Juice really funny, but he's an honest person. Juice is cool.

"You heading back already?" He's pointing his thumb towards the direction of the mansion. "Breakfast should be ready soon, and I'm starving. What about you?"

Just the mention of food has my stomach rumbling, and I smile. Hey, food is food, and it shouldn't be kept waiting! "Alright! Lead the way, Juice! How did you know I was here anyway?"

Juice shrugs as he walks, and I'm pushing my bike while trailing next to him. "Thought of having an exercise, you know? But, then my awesome Juzo senses were tingling, and well… I just saw you standing there, looking at something. Was wondering what you were going to do, so I just watched you for a bit."

"So, was I going to do anything?"

"I don't know. I got bored waiting, so now I'm asking you—what were you doing?"

I bit my lip, thinking of what I should tell him. I mean… it would be pretty weird if I tell him that I just saw myself crashing and dying just like that time in East Blue, right? Worse—he's probably going to tell Ace, and well… Ace is going to be worried for me again, and that's not good. I did promise that I'll be the one to take care of him.

Juice snaps his fingers, his face brightening up. "I get it! You have narcolepsy, right? You must have been sleep walking, huh? Ace used to do that a lot."

I blink. That isn't true at all, but… "Y-Yeah, I guess."

Normally, people should be able to catch my lie, but not Juice. He's nodding to himself, really convinced by this, and he uses his broad knuckles to mess with my hair… kind of like how Shanks would do it. "You know, this reminds me of that time when I ended up sleep walking, too."

I nearly stop on my tracks. "Eh? You have narcolepsy, too, Juice?"

"Nah." He waves his hand. "But, you're reminding me of this time when I drank a lot. I drank so much that I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I ended up in South Blue City for some reason. Oh, and then I found this monkey that I named 'Jimmy.' It was an awesome adventure, I tell you."

Juice then ends up telling me about his awesome adventure which began because Jimmy had some coded message that briefed him about some top secret heist operation that's being plotted by Evil Hell Clowns that have been trying to take over the entire region. Something to do about turning Mondays into 'Fundays' or something. The awesome part is when the cops ran out of bullets, so Juice supplied him with a crate of pineapples he named 'Marco Juniors' just so they can toss them at the Evil Clowns until they all got knocked out. Oh, and then the part where Juice managed to steal this really big rocket launcher so he could fire at random flying cars that were going to destroy the entire city, making a huge Hollywood fire works scene! Don't know he managed to do it, but that's just so awesome.

Too bad for Jimmy, though! An Evil Clown was about to kill Juice, but then Jimmy sprang in the way and sacrificed himself so that he could protect him. Juice got really sad and pissed, and that's why he managed to get a machine gun and went all Rambo on those guys while screaming for Jimmy. Rest in Peace, Jimmy! He was a good monkey!

We're almost near the mansion. The closer I walk, the more I can see those towering gates that separate it from the rest of the neighborhood. Behind the bars, I can see a grand marble fountain with water flowing from all sides, shrubs of fully bloomed bougainvillea and the long cobble stoned drive way that leads all the way to the main doors. I arrive at the foot of the gates, and I'm about to ring the doorbell, but then Juice stops me.

"Just a second," he says, and I turn around, seeing him picking on something from the grass. Upon closer inspection, I can see that they're just a couple of dandelions.

I tilt my head. "Hey, Juice! What are you picking on those for?"

"These?" He pulls out the last one and raises it up. "They're Wishing Flowers. I pick on them once in a while because they give me a lot of luck, and they can grant me some wishes, too. We have some in our garden, but Vista gets a heart attack whenever I try to get some, so I just pick around here instead." I blink as he hands me a few stems, and as I mutter a small thank you, I'm staring at those white thread-like blossoms that are swaying back and forth between my fingers.

"What do you wish for, Juice?" I end up asking.

"Can't tell you, Luffy. You see, if I do, it might not come true."

"Oh, right." I nod. That makes sense. I remember a time when Bonney wished out loud for pizza from her favorite restaurant once, but when we arrived, it was sold out for that day.

I feel a gentle prod on my shoulder. I look up, and Juice beams at me. "Well, I got a wish in my head, and I'm ready to send these flying. Got any secret wish?"

I give a quick nod, and we have a small count down before the both of us blow on the dandelions and watch as they fly away with the wind. Juice brings me back inside the mansion, and as I head towards the dining hall, I can't help but feel the lightness in my chest because of that hope that maybe—just maybe—my wish can come true.

Ace went through so much for me already, and because of that, I want to be strong. This time, I wish to be his protector.

In front of me are two large wooden doors with golden handles and a carved design of sprawling grape vines. They're like those doors you can find in castles, and no matter how many times I look at it, I can't tell how old they are. Plus, it's hard to dwell on that when I can already smell the food that's right behind it. I give the doors a slight push and enter the dining hall, only to see that I'm not actually alone.

"Good morning to you, Luffy. You're up quite early, son." I can see Sir New Dad on his usual seat at the long dining table, and instead of reading the newspaper, he's flipping through the channels of the hanging wide screen TV that's installed in one corner of the room.

As I give him my own morning greeting, I gaze at the table which, like always, is lined up with all these delicious food that I'm really craving for right now. My mouth's watering at the sight of all that meat—the golden crispy strips of honey bacon, the large slices of cured ham, those large chunks of corned hash and the long links of spicy sausages. The fillets of salmon look perfectly grilled along the edges, and I just want to run my knife through each of them just so I can see how pink the insides are before eating.

I quickly approach my seat, getting a closer look at what else I'm ready to feast on. The scrambled eggs are still fluffy and moist, and the hash browns are still steaming. Again, my stomach's protesting after taking in the smell of the baked beans that have been stewed in roasted tomatoes and pork. Plus, there's the combination of heavenly scents coming from that large basket of different kinds of bread, surrounded by butter, honey, several flavors of jam, cheeses and fresh fruits.

But, I think the best thing is that huge bowl of pasta at the very center. One sniff, and it's like I can already taste the buttery noodles cooked with eggs, mushrooms, ham, capers, spices and, I think, a splash of olive oil. I think it's basically Carbonara, but Ace told me that everyone here just calls it "The Breakfast Pasta." It's one of the many house specialties because the chef—Squado, right?—is from Italy, and that's one of his old family recipes. Ace told me that it's so good that it took even Sanji years to replicate it. Before that, he'd come over to Ace's house for breakfast whenever it's served just so he can have some.

I take my seat next to Sir New Dad, and I know I'm supposed to sit here because of the glass of chocolate milk served next to my plate. We all have our own seat markers, I guess. I've got my chocolate milk, and Sir New Dad has his pot of tea. Across me, there's a mug of coffee that's starting to lose its steam. Ace hasn't shown up yet, so it's just Sir New Dad and I right now…

"I thought that you wouldn't be a morning person," Sir New Dad says as he leans back on his seat. He places down the remote, settling with the morning news channel. "Your brother certainly isn't."

"I went biking." I'm happy that I didn't end up stammering. That would have been bad.

But, now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever been alone with Sir New Dad until now. It's so easy when Ace is around, but if it's just Sir New Dad and I, then I know that he's going to watch me more. Crap, what if I mess up and Sir New Dad will get mad? It's easy for me to mess up. I've always messed up in front of Dadan and Grandpa—especially cause I sometimes end up breaking stuff by accident or saying weird things or falling asleep in random places. I don't even think Sir New Dad really forgives me for tearing apart my bedroom on my first night…

"Is there anything you'd like?" Sir New Dad asks me.

"N-Nope! I'm good!" What if he doesn't like me? What if… what if he's going to cancel my adoption, and I can't be with Ace anymore? Shanks is heading back to England real soon, so that means I'm going to be living alone.

"You would usually dig in at the sight of food. Are you feeling okay? Are you sure there isn't anything you'd like to ask for? I can have the chefs cook something you'd like."

I shake my head fervently in response. I shouldn't ask for more stuff or else he'll think I'm too much trouble. And, if that happens, then I can't be with Ace anymore. No way. I've got to be good. I've just got to—

"Luffy." Sir New Dad clears his throat, and I'm snapped out of my thoughts. "You don't have to hide. I know you're feeling very shy because Ace isn't here like he usually is."

"Sorry." I can feel my face growing warm. How does Sir New Dad do it? He's so good at reading people, whether it's me or Ace.

"No need to be." He smiles, and even though there are many times when I think he's super serious and business-y, he's just like a regular kind old man right now. Like Grandpa when he isn't angry or thinking about work and stuff. Or I guess… like a kind, old Dad. "There's no need to be shy, either. We're family after all. It'll take time for this to sink in, of course. I understand. But, just know that you can always approach me for anything."

I look down at my empty plate. "You like me, right?" I speak so softly that he probably didn't hear me.

He actually did. "Of course I like you, Luffy."

"You don't find me weird or annoying?"

"I have no reason to."

"But, I messed up my room really bad."

"I believe Ace already told you that I don't find it a problem. I believe you were… missing your night light, after all."

"Do you like me because of Ace?" I bite my lip, head sinking lower. "It's okay if you do, and I promise you that I'll be good. Just please don't cancel my adoption. I don't want to lose Ace again, and I don't want to be alone, so I'll make sure that I don't mess up and—"

"Luffy." His voice is so powerful that it causes me to jump, and I've lost track of what I'm supposed to say next. Sir New Dad doesn't give me the chance to finish. "Luffy, you are more than just 'Ace's brother' to me. If I didn't like you or if I found you 'weird,' then I wouldn't care to know how you are right now. I also wouldn't be sharing the same meal with you. I wouldn't even push for your adoption, regardless of what Ace does or doesn't want. Yes, the fact that you are Ace's brother is a starting point, but I have also done all of those because I wish to know you and care for you just as much as your brother. You're my son now, and I will not only like you. I will love you as such. You may not believe it now, but give it time, and you will see. I promise you."

When I tilt my head up, I can still see the same kindly smile. It's not fake if he can keep it this long, right? Plus, one look of his eyes, and I think that he really is sincere about this. I end up smiling as well. "You're really nice, Sir New Dad. Thank you for being there for Ace."

He gives a hearty chuckle. "No need to thank me, Luffy."

I nod before adding with a mumble, "Please don't tell Ace about everything I just said."

"Why shouldn't I?" The smile lowers a bit, and its hurts me a lot to see that hint of concern on his face.

"He'll get worried."

Sir New Dad eyes me for a bit, musing on what I just said. I think of begging this time, but then he gives me a slight nod, and I let out a sigh of relief. "I'll keep this quiet to him, unless there's an emergency, and I really must confess."

I smile and give him a hug, and it's even better now that he's chuckling while hugging me in return, too. Feeling happy now, I settle back in my seat before reaching out for a serving of the super special Breakfast Pasta.

Seriously, what was I thinking? Sir New Dad's not like other Dads. He's really nice, just like Ace said, and he really cares about me. So, yeah. No need to worry. I'm going to be fine here with him. I'm going to be just fine.

The doors of the dining hall burst open, and I nearly drop my fork as I see Ace rushing into the room, looking as if he just ran a marathon while being chased by lions. "Dad, have you seen Lu—" He halts, his eyes landing on me, and I gulp. I guess I really should have written him a note earlier.

"Lu." He isn't angry or at least, he doesn't sound it. But, he's definitely sounding worried over me, and I don't know if I prefer that over him just simply getting mad. "Where did you go?"

"I just went biking outside." For some reason, his eyes widen alarm. Then, he quickly strides over to me, and I feel myself completely shrink as he checks for injuries.

He pulls back after not finding any. "Were you on your own?"

"I was with Juice."

At the mention of Juice, Ace has a funny look on his face, and he looks about ready to say something, but then he shakes his head and releases a huge sigh. "Alright, it's fine. Just tell me when you want to go biking. We should go together next time. I know the best place in the neighborhood where we can bike."

I lower my head because even though he says it's fine, the feeling inside me is growing worse. Why is Ace so worried about me like that? I hate it. I know how to bike. I want to tell him that. It's not like I fall off…. Well, not all the time. I'm not so weak, am I? Is that what Ace really thinks?

No… no, that's not it. I'm supposed to be strong because that's how Grandpa said he raised me to be. Plus, I'm stronger than most people. But, maybe Ace is just worried because he wants to protect me and keep me safe like how Grandpa did. He did swear in front of Grandpa's grave that he'll protect me. Maybe that's why he doesn't want me to wander off on my own? Because he knows that there really are monsters that are out to get me? Those monsters that look like humans, as he said?

I squirm on my seat, my stomach feeling weird—like it's knotting itself into a giant pretzel or something. I hate this. I hate being treated and feeling all weak like this, but I deserve it, right? I should be the best brother Ace can ever wish for, but I'm screwing up, and I'm giving him a hard time. No, that won't work. I should be good to him because just like Grandpa, Ace is trying to protect me from the monsters, even… even if it means that I need to stay home again—except he lets me see my friends more because he must want me to be happy and not lonely, too, right? Ace truly loves me…

But now, I don't know what to do. How can I be good but be strong enough to protect Ace at the same time? It's like I'm being torn apart, and I'm getting a head ache now because I need to choose between two opposite things.

I don't arrive at the answer, though. I stop thinking about it when I hear Sir New Dad clearing his throat again. Ace is looking at him, too. "I believe the food is getting cold." I glance down, remembering that I still have the Breakfast Pasta in my plate. Ace gives me a playful nudge on the shoulder before settling in his seat, and knowing things like Ace loving me and that I've got the best Dad ever are enough to let the bad feelings subside, only to replaced by hunger pangs and cravings.

I pick up my fork again to twirl the buttery noodles. One bite of it, and I nearly swoon because of the explosion of flavors inside my mouth. Then, my eyes immediately dart at the bowl where the rest of the Breakfast Pasta is, and I can see Ace heaping his plate with a batch of noodles that's way larger than I'm comfortable with. He lets go of the bowl, and I take that as my chance to scoop up even more noodles into my plate.

And, I know that Ace saw this because he's so quick in shoving the pasta in his mouth that he's barely swallowing. I grin, slurping in the buttery goodness that is the Breakfast Pasta, and I don't stop until my plate's done.

I got my seconds and my thirds, and also Ace got his, but now, we're down to the last serving, and Ace and I are wrestling the serving ladle from each other—I'm holding back my strength, duh, because I don't want to break his hand. But, that's until Sir Newgate immediately takes it from both our grasps.

"Boys." His voice rumbles from his throat like thunder. "We're not in the wilderness, so I expect manners from you two. Luffy, there's no need to panic eat. We can always make more. Ace, you're the older one. You should be the one to set the proper example for your younger sibling." My jaw drops as he scoops up the last of the pasta before he adds it to his plate, but when I look at Ace, and I see him wearing the same devastated expression, we both end up laughing.

Sir New Dad wasn't kidding when he said that they could make more because Izou does come in with a new bowl of Breakfast Pasta, and this time, it takes everything in me to prevent myself from grabbing the entire bowl and running away with it. So, I make sure to chew the noodles—slowly and painfully—along with a little bit of every other food on the table.

And, for some reason, and I don't know how or why, the food actually tastes even better this way.

Meanwhile, Ace and Sir New Dad are talking about stuff that sounds like business. They're saying stuff about Sir New Dad's really big company, some inauguration ceremony and well… whatever. I don't really get it, but they're not really asking me to listen in to the conversation, so I guess that I don't really have to be a part of it. Besides, I guess between the both of us, it's Ace who's going to own Sir New Dad's big company one day—which is really awesome, by the way.

The news is still on television. They finished up with the daily weather report—22 degrees Celsius with a bit of clouds—before the smartly dressed news lady shows up on the screen, sitting behind a desk with a pile of a papers and a fixed smile.

"Yes, this is Shakuyaku reporting for SSBC, brought to you by the ASL Media Broadcasting Network Company. We wish you a good morning! It is 6:30 a.m., April 27, and as my colleague mentioned, we're up for mostly fine weather. And, now, we will proceed with the latest headlines of today." There's a shift of visuals as digitally rendered words that spell "Breakings News" transition into screen, accompanied by a catchy jingle. All of these wipe into the background, and now I'm seeing a picture slideshow of some jail.

And, in the bottom of the screen, I can see a caption—"Suicide In East Blue Jail."

A voiceover done by the news lady is playing. "Last night, there has been a suicide that occurred in Goa Jail, located nearby East Blue. An inmate was found hanging from his cell's ceiling, using his blankets as a makeshift tool for his demise."

I hear a loud clatter, and I'm guessing that I just dropped my utensils because I can't feel anything between my fingers. But, I don't check because my eyes are completely glued to the screen, especially after his mug shot shows up.

"The deceased, Mr. Wapol, 32, used to be a local gang leader in East Blue. He was arrested in 2004 for charges of kidnapping, assault and other illegal gang activities filed under his case. The jail's warden as well other authorities are baffled by the suddenness, as the inmate left no note or any hint at all that he was intending to kill himself. Investigations are now currently ongoing to identify any possible maltreatment of the inmates inside the correctional facility that may have led to this. The warden himself released a statement regarding the matter during a press conference…"

"You're too good. Giving in so quietly just because we said we're going to hurt your friends." In one blink, I'm no longer enjoying my breakfast in a dining hall. Instead, my wrists are chained up, and I'm surrounded by a gang with glinting knives and blood smeared clubs. What…? Why am I…?

Wapol's in front of me now, and for some reason, his voice sounds like a warbled up echo. I don't really care, though. I send him a glare, but he punches me so hard across the face that if these chains weren't hoisting my arms towards the ceiling right now, then maybe I'd be sent flying. But, I don't, and the sudden force causes me to yank at my chains with aching shoulders.

"But, you're a little dumb ass, aren't you?" That Wapol guy continues while his entire gang laughs along with him, "That son of a bitch, Eustass Kidd, will come for you, and when he does, I'll make sure that he regrets having been born. And you… I'll let you watch." His threat causes my insides to grow cold, and I bite my lip hard because I don't know what to do.

Kidd's going to come. I know he will because he's my best friend, but right now… I… I don't want him to. It doesn't matter what happens to me. It really doesn't because I'll be fine, but what about him? What if he comes and then Wapol's going to do what he plans to do to him? What if he… what if he actually kills him? I should fight back. I should protect him because I'm his friend, and that's what friends should do. But, if I protect him, then that means revealing it and Grandpa said that I should never, ever… But, Oh God, Kidd…

I shut my eyes, and I regret doing that because now I can already visualize all the things that Wapol will do to hurt Kidd in front of me. There's going to be blood. Lots of blood, and it's his blood, and that scares me so much.

Please, Kidd. Please hate me, ignore me, be selfish. If you've been lying about being my friend all this time, then I'm okay. I'll… I'll forgive you even if it's going to hurt me so much. But, I'll live with that. Just please don't come. Please don't come, please… I've… I've already lost someone important to me once.

I don't want to lose you, too.

Wapol smacks me again, but this time, he grabs me by the chin after, and I nearly want to puke when he draws my face closer to his, and I can smell his stinky breath. "Look at me!" he growls, and I do, but I don't say anything to him. I won't scream or beg or anything like that.

Because… because I'm strong, and strong people don't do any of those.

Wapol's silent, glowering at me. He's waiting for something from me, maybe, but I don't say or do whatever that is. I want to grin at him instead. I want to show him that he doesn't scare me, but all that newfound courage disappears when his lips curl into a cruel smirk instead.

"Your friend's taking long. Maybe I'm wrong? Maybe you're the wrong guy to kidnap? Should have gotten that pink haired bitch or hell, even that freak with the mask. A mute guy ain't fun, but if you don't work out, then I'd like to rip off that mask and see how fucking ugly his face is. Then, I'm going to mess it up some more. Mess it up until all his self-esteem is gone."

I grit my teeth, and I'm so close to snapping these chains off because I know I can and because I want to beat the crap out of this Wapol guy for saying stuff like that about my friends. I almost forget that I need to listen to Grandpa and to be good.

I'm freed from his grip when he decides to pull back. "Speaking of fun, I'm hella bored." He fakes a yawn, his hand searching his pocket, and I can feel my eyes widen when he draws out a switchblade. "So, why don't you entertain me a little?"

I barely have the time to protest because without warning, he slits the knife under my left eye. Blood is now running down my cheek. I can feel it along with my heart that's ready to explode from my chest.

I need to get out of here. I need to run. But then, oh God, they're going to know. They're going to see. Shit, please, no. Please don't. Please, body, don't do this in front of him. Don't make him see. Please, he shouldn't know, they all shouldn't know, they—

"What the hell? How did you do that?" I bite back the urge to sob when I realize that none of my prayers are being answered.

And, I know this because of that soothing sensation around the area he cut me and because he wouldn't have said that if the wound didn't just heal up right now.

He uses his knife to carve a jagged line from my right elbow down to the shoulder, and I watch in horror as more blood runs from the heavy gash before trickling to the floor. Wapol's smirking again. "You're not screaming, eh? You don't feel this?" He plunges the blade deeper into my skin as he does the same thing with my other arm, and now I'm bleeding on both sides.

I should scream. I really should because I need to show him that I'm in pain—that I'm normal. Because if I don't, then he'll know. His entire gang will know. People will know, and then they'll be scared of me. I'll be taken away from Grandpa. But, I promised Grandpa that I'll be strong, right? I need to be strong and that means that I'll have to endure this somehow. Or, I could lie—I could lie and pretend that I'm in pain. Make myself normal and—

Wisps of steam stem from my arms. The soothing sensation returns, although it's slower and warmer than awhile a go, and I can see the look of horror on Wapol's face because the blood suddenly stops running down my arms. It's clotting around the edges of the lesions he made just now… like… like time's fast forward, and I'm already… healing…

"Freak. I'm gonna take back what I said. You're a bigger freak than your masked friend. Just what the hell are you? I shiver slightly when Wapol rips open my top, and now my entire chest is exposed for his entire gang to see. Then, he rips me off my jacket and the remains of my shirt before he throws it on the floor. "Oi, listen up! First one here to make this punk scream will get first dibs on tonight's booze!"

And, now I'm struggling because I can see them holding me and cutting me up—like a huge slab of meat surrounded by ten knives that are reducing it to thin strips. Wapol's driving his switchblade to make a cross against my chest, and everyone else is just slashing me so much and there's blood everywhere. They're even carving words on my very skin, and I'm watching one of them spell it out—freak.

Freak.

Freak.

Freak.

The word echoes inside my head, and I whimper. I need to scream, but I need to stay strong, too. But, it doesn't matter any more, does it? Because I can already feel the tears streaming down my face, and I can't stop them no matter how much I try because that Wapol guy's right. All of them are right. Because I deserve this. Because they know now, and the monsters are going to take me away from Grandpa, Shanks, Dadan, my friends and everyone I know and love because I'm bad. I'm not normal. I'm a freak, and because I am, I'm going to be alone, and—

"Luffy! Luffy!"

I'm being roughly shaken by the shoulders, and I jolt up from my seat when I realize that I'm no longer back in that dingy warehouse where I was forced to stand because of chains that were too tight against my sore wrists. I'm back in my new home. I'm back in the dining hall. I'm back in a nice, comfy chair, so that I can try to enjoy the rest of my breakfast. But, I can't because Ace is on his knees in front of me with fear written all over his expression.

I glance at Sir New Dad who remains in his seat. He has an unreadable look on his face, and I'm scared to know what he's thinking while watching me now.

But, then I think of Wapol again, and I can't suppress my tremble as I place my hands over the scars on my chest that will always, always remind me of that day.

Ace doesn't stop firing questions. I tell him I'm fine, but he instantly waves it off because he doesn't believe me at all. "You were spacing out."

I shake my head. "No, it's just… I saw that Wapol guy again and…" I glimpse at the TV screen from the corner of my eyes. It's still on, but muted and it's no longer about Wapol's death because I can see people being interviewed about something that happened in the subway.

I don't know what to say. Should I tell him that I keep jumping back in time or something? That for a while, I've been having… flashbacks of some of the worst memories of my life, I think? I bite my lip, but one look at Ace, and I know that he's going to do everything he can to coax the answer out of me. "I… I just don't like Wapol, and when I… when I saw him again, I just remember… that… that time I fought against him. That's all."

I'm sure that Ace still doesn't believe me because he continues to gaze at me, a light frown marring his features. I want to tell him that I'm fine, that it's okay, but I don't because Ace loosens his grip around my shoulders, and he lets out a sigh. "Don't worry, Luffy," he tells me and I'm relieved because I know that I don't need to convince him anymore, "Just forget about him. You saw the news. He's gone, and he'll never be a problem to you again. Right, Dad?"

Sir New Dad gives a solemn nod before he picks up his tea cup and makes a light sip. "No. Not at all." After that, Ace gives me a gentle and reassuring smile before he proceeds back to his seat. Sir New Dad puts back the volume of the news channel again, and I try to compose myself to finish up the rest of my breakfast without causing another stupid scene.

It works out. I might have nearly caused another one when the news switched back to a new press statement about the jail thing, but Ace and Sir New Dad didn't notice my barely contained shiver because they're really listening to this politician guy named Sir Crocodile who was making some sort of speech.

There's still a bunch of things that I have to get used to, especially since I'm living in Ace's—no, wait, he keeps telling me it's our mansion now. Anyway, I think one of them is riding a car to school. It's not like I didn't before because there was a time when Grandpa would take the car to drop me off in school and then fetch me later on. But, then middle school came, and I fell in love with biking, so ever since that time, I got so used to racing to school on my bike without having to rely on cars, chauffeurs or anyone else to accompany me as long as I head to school and back home on time.

It's funny because that first morning when I had to go to school from here, I thought I was going to be late for class, so I rushed myself in taking a shower and grabbing something to eat. Then, I took my bike, and I only made it as far as the front gate when Ace stopped me and pointed out that Marco Polo's going to be driving for us.

And, with Marco Polo handling the wheel, Ace and I always make it with time to spare.

"So, Luffy, what are your plans for lunch break later?" I can hear Ace ask me while I watch the passing lively scene of buildings, crowded streets, traffic signals and flashing billboard ads.

"Mmm… Still thinking about it." I shrug, and this causes Ace to laugh a bit.

"And, now you're starting to know what it's like to be popular," he says, and I'm not sure whether to take it as a good thing or a bad thing.

Yeah, for some reason, people are extra friendly with me in school now. It doesn't matter what batch they're from. Getting picked for a team or for group work is way easier now because all of my classmates suddenly want to hang out with me. The same goes for the rest of my batch plus the sophomores who I bump into around the hallways, and they're asking me all these get-to-know-you questions. Then, there's the juniors and the seniors who offer me seats around their tables. Especially Doffy. Good thing Ace and Sabo are always there to decline for me whenever he tries to ask.

I really think being popular has its ups and downs. On the one hand, I'm meeting so much people that I can be friends with. On the other hand, there's just too many people, and I'm not really good with names, so I keep losing track of all of them. Seriously, how does Ace do it? Before, I would have really loved to be friends with everyone, but now, I just want to hang out with Usopp, Nami and everyone I'm already close with. It feels better for me that way. Things really do change when your Dad is really famous, I guess.

Oh, but lunch breaks aren't just with them, though. Ace often invites me to eat with him, so there are times when I get to also hang out with Zoro, Sanji, Sabo and Koala. Then, there are those times when Ace ends up spending time with me and my own group of friends. Even better? That time when Ace and I couldn't decide which group we wanted to spend lunch with, so we all got our friends together to have lunch as one big block. I really loved it because it was just like my surprise birthday all over again!

Oh, and speaking of friends and parties, there's that thing with Zoro and Sanji. It's really funny because Ace had them say sorry to me for doing "boyfriend things" back in Dressrosa—and my brother didn't really care about what Sanji said about some broken door lock. Anyway, I'm cool with it, but I think it's even more cool that Ace and I spoke about… stuff. Pretty much, I think the "magic stick" incident and the stash of yaoi manga in my room made him guess that I'm more into guys, and I'm super happy when he told me that he's okay with it. Maybe he's used to it because Sanji loves Zoro and all.

Sanji, though… I really wanted to laugh that time because of the face he made when Ace told him and Zoro to help him out in giving me "The Talk." Whatever that is.

I'm looking out the window again, but this time, I also glimpse at the back side of the car to see the trail of identical black cars that have been following us ever since we left the mansion. Even Ace looked surprised by the large number of bodyguards this morning, and he asked why, but Marco Polo just said that we'll find out soon.

He was right because we're approaching the front buildings of Mugiwara High, and I'm greeted by a sight of cameramen, news crew and reporters that are crowding around the area, just like that time when people wanted to interview Ace after that fight with Arlong. Oh, so that's why Sir New Dad got us more bodyguards…

"Not yet," Marco says just as I was about to open the car door. Outside, I can see the team of bodyguards lining up to create a human wall on both sides, forming a clear path that Ace and I can pass to enter the school building without getting barraged by people. But, I notice so many students and teachers watching us from the doors and the windows, so I know that the news crew aren't the only ones we need to watch out for.

"What's happening?" Ace darts his gaze towards Marco who shakes his head.

"Someone apparently told the paparazzi that Luffy's your brother."

"What?"

I hold my breath as Ace continues to demand for answers. Wait, how many people know that Ace and I are brothers? Well, there's Sir New Dad, Uncle Zeff and a few more Uncles, Shanks, Mr. Beckman, Uncle Yasopp, Aunt Banchina, Ace's friends, my friends here, my friends from East Blue… One of them didn't reveal the big secret, did they? No, it can't be. They're really good friends and I'm sure they can keep secrets. Maybe one of the students made a huge guess because Ace and I have been going to school together? But, Ace and I keep telling everyone that we live near each other, so I just hitch a ride to school—which isn't much of a lie, so I think I also did a pretty good job in telling people. Or maybe I really did mess up and that's how they found out…?

"We've got some word about it," Marco says, and I try to remain still even though a huge chunk of me really wants to jump, "Apparently, your old principal is not really the quiet type."

Oh, so it's not one of our friends. I'm able to breathe again, but this piece of news still doesn't make Ace any happier. "Seriously? Dad's in a really good mood this morning."

"He found out right after you two finished breakfast, and yes, he wasn't very pleased at all."

"Bloody—" Woah, that's really funny. I think I just heard Ace using that same British accent that Sir New Dad and even Sabo uses.

The bodyguards are on standby now, so Marco Polo gives us the go signal. But, even with people making sure that we wouldn't get flooded by all those news reporters as we make it up the school steps, it doesn't make it any less awkward for me.

"Boys! Boys! Smile and look at the camera over here!" Someone yells, but I don't know where to look because I'm blinded by the number of cameras that are flashing from all sides plus all those camera phones being pointed towards us.

But, I think the worst… is definitely the group of reporters.

"Mr. Newgate, one word please!"

"We received word that your father, Sir Edward Newgate, has adopted—"

"Can you tell us about the adoption—"

"Is it true? Can you please give us a statement on—"

"Out of the way! I need a better shot of those two!"

"Get in line!"

"We are here, live in front of Mugiwara High as Asch Newgate and his allegedly adopted brother—"

"Luffy! Mr. Luffy, over here!" There's one journalist who's really aggressive as he struggles behind two large bodyguards while rapidly gesturing at me to come closer. He has his hand wrapped around his cellphone as tries to shove it towards me. Wait, is he… recording me? Not Ace? "What can you say about this? Is it true that you are Asch Newgate's newly adopted brother? If so, how do you find life with your new family?"

"H-Hi, my name is Monkey D. Luffy, and actually, Ace is my—" I don't get to finish because Ace immediately grabs me by the arm and starts dragging me towards the school entrance.

"Sorry! We're not available for comments!" Ace announces aloud, but this only causes his words to get drowned out by the combined voices of journalists that increase by several volumes with their never ending list of questions. I really don't know what to do except allow Ace to handle everything, and when we finally settle ourselves inside the school hallways, I'm feeling more relieved—even though passing students and teachers are barely containing their whispers as they send us funny looks.

Ace exhales before eyeing me closely. "Some advice—don't stop, even if they're calling you. If you answer one question, you're going to end up answering all of them. Just leave everything to Dad, alright?"

I nod slowly, mentally tucking in that note into memory. I better remember that for next time. "You're really used to this."

"Well, yeah. Years of experience does that to you. I remember the first time this happened to me. Didn't want to see a TV or anything that resembled a camera for one whole week. I wouldn't even pick up the phone because I know that someone's going to ask me for an interview." Ace smiles wryly, and I end up laughing a bit at the thought of Ace chucking his wide-screen out the window, only for it to land on the heads of some dumb reporters.

By the time the first bell rings, we're already in front of my classroom. Nervously, I peer inside, and I regret it because a few people catch sight of me. I draw my head back to safely hide behind the wall, but I don't need to look again to know that they're probably watching the door, just waiting for me to enter.

I nod, even though I'm still not sure of how I'm going to do this. There's a bunch of things I want to say to Ace, but I don't admit any of them. Stuff like I wish that we're classmates. That I don't want him to leave. That I want him to stay with me because what if I tell them to stop asking questions, but they don't? What if I accidentally say something that I shouldn't say? What if I lose my patience and hurt someone when I really don't mean to? What if—what if—

"Hey, Luffy!" A familiar voice breaks through my thoughts, and I immediately spin around to see Usopp who just stepped out of the classroom, and he's waiting for me by the door. "Are you… going to come in?"

I bite my lip. "Are they going to ask me questions?"

"I'm not going to lie to you about this one." Oh well. I don't know what I was expecting. At least, Usopp's saying it as it is. "But, how did they find out?"

"Apparently, our old principal let it slip, and now the media is having a field day." Ace groans, but then he manages to muster a smile for the both of us, and he gives me a friendly pat on the back. "I'll need to head to class already. Hey, Usopp, stick with Luffy for me, will you?"

"Y-You bet." Huh, that's weird. Usopp's doing that knee-shaking thing again. I don't know if Ace notices it, though, because he doesn't say anything about it. Instead, he looks at me.

"Good luck, Luffy. Don't worry about it. You'll survive today. I know you can." My heart skips a beat, and I can't help but grin upon hearing that. Right. Ace wouldn't say that if he didn't know that I can do this. That I can be strong just like him. Ace must really believe in me.

He leaves—but not without telling me first that it's better to have lunch with him today—and as Usopp and I enter the classroom, I keep those lasting words in mind. Because if today's going to be Hell, then I'm just going to have to keep reminding myself that Ace believes in me. I should be able to keep on going.

So, I take my seat, and I wait for people to come over and ask about stuff that I don't want to answer right now because Ace doesn't want me to. My eyes are locked towards the flat wooden surface of my desk, and I try to think of things like the math quiz later that Ace helped me review for or the packed roast chicken, mashed Potatoes and veggies that I'll have for lunch later. But, it's so hard to concentrate when I can hear them talk, and right now, I really wish that I didn't have my special hearing senses.

"Did you hear? That entire news crew is outside the school because of him."

"They say Asch Newgate wanted to adopt him."

"Wait, so Luffy was an orphan all along? What happened to his parents?"

"So, he's a Newgate now? Man, Luffy totally lucked out."

"Shit, haha! Is Asch willing to take in another brother?"

"Why's he the one adopted? What makes him so special?"

"So, that's why they're so close these days."

"You know, I always thought Luffy looks a lot like Asch."

"No wonder Asch brings him to school. I thought it was strange before."

"Is he living with him now? Can someone ask?"

"Not now! But, maybe when he's not surrounded…" Huh? Surrounded?

I tilt my head up. Right in front of me are Nami and Vivi, and they're talking about a new shoe store that just opened in some place called Skypeia Mall, plus try-outs for the school's cheerleading squad. I don't know why, but Nami stops and sends me a small wink while Vivi giggles.

Beside me, I finally notice Coby holding up his notes, and he's tutoring Usopp and Helmeppo about linear and quadratic equations for the quiz later. Then, Kaya and Camie join in, and the subject jumps from algebra to Stuffy Buggy's usual bad temper, to how Vivi's extra cheerful today because that Kohza guy asked her out the other day, to weekend plans, including my real birthday party…

Kaya smiles at me and asks what the plans are going to be. Suddenly, I'm part of their conversation now, along with Nami and Vivi who suggest swimwear shopping before my party this Saturday. And, we keep on laughing and conversing until we all scramble back to our seats because Stuffy Buggy arrives, as grumpy as ever.

"Alright, alright, enough with all the commotion! Time for class!" He lowers his voice, and adds a small mutter that I'm able to pick up. "Keep talking about him, and you're just going to inflate his head too much just like his brother's." I don't miss the fact that he says this while looking at me, and normally, I'd be really pissed that he's saying shit like that about Ace, but I'm too much in a good mood right now because I think I get what my friends are doing for me.

Because while we talked and joked around like all friends would do, I almost forgot that there's an entire team of journalists and cameramen outside school. I almost forgot that the whole school is starting to know the truth about me, and that I'm getting all this attention because they want to ask me about stuff to gossip over. But, with them, everything feels normal for at least one moment, and most of all, even while Ace isn't here, I'm not alone in all of this.

The rest of the day goes by like that. People whisper and stare around me. Some try to ask me questions, but I don't really answer much because one of my friends would be there to back me up or because I just manage to dodge them quickly. Thanks to them, I'm able to concentrate enough to get a good score for the math quiz. Lunch rolls around, and that's the time when I'm able to catch a breather because no one bothers to ask me anything as long as I'm with Ace.

And, now, it's dismissal time. Ever since the beginning of last period, I've been prepping myself to brave through the sea of news reporters again. But, instead of heading to the entrance hall, Ace takes a sharp turn, and I follow him all the way to the school's backside parking lot.

"Hey, Ace," I ask as we stop at the foot of the outside stairs, "Is Marco Polo going to pick us up here?"

"Nope." He grins, his line of sight directed towards the side. "Called him and Dad up, and I told them that we'll just hitch a ride home. I don't think any of those TV vultures will expect us to ride home with someone else."

Before I can ask or guess who, the answer arrives in the form of a dark blue Hyundai which stops in front of us. Then, the slightly-tinted window rolls down, and I can hear music blaring from the speakers in a language that's neither Japanese nor English. Sabo's beaming at us from the driver's seat while pointing his thumb towards the back. "Hop in."

"Bro, thanks." Ace grins. "Koala's not joining us today?" He strides over to the other side, so he can ride shotgun while I take the back seat.

"One of the workers in the café called sick, so she's helping her mom out." Sabo rolls up the window and kicks the pedal and then we begin to move. "So, where to? We can catch something to eat before I bring you guys home."

Ace hums. "Didn't Koala say that her mom added Australian meat pies to the menu? Let's just head over there, because I'm down for some of those right now. And, hey, Koala gets to hang with us, too."

"Ace, you are such a Bro." Wait, meat pies? Koala's mom—who makes really yummy brownies—also makes meat pies?

"Sabooooo." I hope I'm really hearing this right because this is really important to me. "How long until we get there?"

"Not too long." He says, and Ace and I don't have to tell him to go faster because the engine roars, and now we're speeding farther away from the school campus and all those reporters that Ace calls "vultures." Sabo's driving so fast that his speedometer's pointing to high numbers, and I'm glad that I decided to wear seatbelts, too, because I'd easily crash against the back of Ace's seat if I didn't. I think he should try racing sometime. Maybe if someone told him that Koala's waiting for him in the finish line, I bet he'll win. Sabo must really love Koala like that.

My feet are tapping to the beat of the music. Even if I don't understand Korean, I think Sabo really has great taste in music! Something that sounds like a love song ends, and it's replaced by a fast and upbeat track that is so surprisingly familiar that my jaw practically drops upon hearing it.

"Share the World? You watch Romance Dawn?" I immediately ask.

Sabo looks amused by the question. "No, I don't," he says, "But, I know that this is one of the openings. FYI, a Korean band made it."

"That's so cool! It's one of my favorite songs, you know! I'm really updated with the manga, and now that I'm looking back at that opening, I think—"

I'm abruptly stopped from finishing the rest of my sentence when Ace covers my mouth. "No spoilers!" he snaps, "I'm only watching the anime, and Lucky is still trying to save Spade from his execution while the Greybeard Pirates are still facing off against the Marines, the Admirals and the Shichibukai. I'm totally rooting for Lucky and Spade, you know."

"O-Oh, right." I try to laugh it off. Ace sounds really passionate about Spade just now. I probably shouldn't tell him that he dies, and that Lucky pretty much spirals into depression right after…

Yeah, maybe I shouldn't.

We arrive in front of a café that looks more like a simple old-fashioned three-story Disney house, complete with a combination of a bricks walls, wooden windows, potted plants and a red chimney. It sits in a corner across the really lush and green fields of Baltigo Park. The Baltigo Common House, the sign says in large golden print against smooth maple wood. I peek through the windows, expecting it to be as peaceful as the district area we're in right now, only to see that it's really lively inside. Long tables covered in red and white checkered cloth are occupied by college students sitting in cushioned wooden chairs while chatting about random stuff. Some of the smaller tables are taken by business people working from their laptops and old ladies enjoying afternoon tea and cakes. Old stained glass lanterns glow dimly against natural sunlight, but I have a feeling that it'll be brighter by sundown.

"Koala's mom really loves cooking and baking, so she has this amazing kitchen," Ace explains as we follow Sabo who hurries inside, "She used to do home orders, but then she decided that she wanted to open her own café, so Mr. and Mrs. Fisher did some heavy renovations and converted the first floor of the house into a café that they live right on top of. We should definitely go here on Saturdays. There's a Spoken Word Poetry hour, and the group that usually frequents here is amazing."

As I walk around and explore, I start to see what Ace is telling me. The house seems small, but it's actually very wide, and each door leads to different parts of the café house. The part I saw from the outside must have once been the dining room, except that there's a counter installed, separating the tables from the doorway to the kitchens. There's also a display fridge featuring all these delicious cakes and pastries that I just want to eat up right now. Even the living room got renovated, too. Sure, there are a few armchairs and sofas, along with an unlit fireplace, but I also spot bean bags, coffee tables and large shelves of books that are enough to fill up a mini-library.

But, I don't go too far because Ace wants me to stay close and because I'm just too concentrated on the fusion of delicious smells like coffee beans, roasted caramel, melted chocolate and cinnamon spices.

"Hello, and welcome to the Common House!" I spin around, and I see Koala cheerfully smiling at us while handing out three menus. She already changed from her school uniform, so now she's wearing a white button up and black skirt over a pale pink apron. Like always, she doesn't miss out on the frills. "Table for three?"

Sabo's twinkling in the eyes while accepting the menu. "Can we bump it up to four?"

Koala rolls her eyes, but her playful smile doesn't leave. "I'm working now, 'Bo."

"Actually, sweetie, I think you deserve a nice break." A really pretty lady who looks like an older version of Koala steps into the front hall while carrying a few empty plates. She still has the same caramel brown hair and round shaped eyes, but her hair is longer and her eyes are forest green. She's a bit shorter, though. "I'm sure you'd love to entertain one of our best customers. Hello there, Sabo." She winks at Koala whose cheeks immediately flush pink.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Fisher!" Sabo says as he tips his head in a bow. "Thank you so much. I promise that I won't keep your daughter too long, of course."

Behind me, Ace snorts. "Yeah right," he mutters, and I almost burst into laughter because of that.

Koala's mom chuckles softly. "Please, Sabo. It's Aunt Swan, and that goes for the rest of you. Ace, how are you, dear? And, is that you, Luffy? I've heard so much about you."

I wave at her with a smile while Ace bows his head, too. "I'm fine. Good afternoon, and it's great to see you, Aunt Swan. Business is doing well, huh? Dunno about Sabo over here, but Luffy and I came to try those new meat pies you made."

"Oh, of course! I'm glad to hear that!" Aunt Swan says, her voice as sweet as honey, "Let's get you a table first. Koala, dear, why don't you find yourselves a nice table for the four of you? Don't worry, I'll handle the orders."

"Thanks, Mum," Koala says, and I don't miss the smile she throws at Sabo as they hold hands.

Koala chooses for us a table under the veranda facing the back garden which is filled with shrubs, tree orchids and daisies. A few people are dining here, but it's much more quiet and less busy in this area compared to the inside. Still, the service is really fast, so it doesn't take too long until we're munching on mince meat pies over mashed potatoes and gravy. And, because Koala's mom is really nice, she even treated us to Belgian hot chocolate and her special lemon butter crack pie cakes.

"Seriously, can you two just get married already? Can't wait to be best man and godfather." Sabo nearly chokes from Ace's question. Beside him, Koala's turning as red as a tomato.

"Marriage is a serious question!" Sabo protests, his face carrying a deeper shade than Koala's, "And, w-we're still in high school! I mean, we still have college and the years after that! Besides, I don't know about Mr. Fisher—"

Koala giggles. "Mum wants you to call him Uncle Tiger, you know." Sabo's about to argue, but Koala beats him to it. "Sabo, my Dad looks grumpy with everyone except my Mum and I. It's just that I'm an only child, so I guess he's really overprotective of me. If it makes you feel better, he actually really likes you."

Ace shrugs after downing some hot chocolate. "See? It's all working out, and hey, it's rare in real life, but maybe relationships that started out in high school aren't impossible to keep forever."

"Yeah, maybe." Sabo hums while finishing up the last of his cake. A stray crumb remains on the corner of his mouth, but Koala passes him a napkin, and again, Sabo's blushing.

Ace is right. They should get married because they're really meant for each other. Sabo's really lucky. I'm curious, though, so I ask Sabo how the relationship started. For some reason, Ace, Sabo and Koala exchanged looks before bursting out in laughter.

"Can I just say?" Sabo wipes away a tear while stifling his chuckles. "I almost thought this prick—this prick over here—was actually after Koala right after she broke up with Arlong. Bloody betrayal."

Ace rolls his eyes, smiling sheepishly. "Yeah, but I'm actually your matchmaker. You're welcome."

"I was actually willing to let it go, though." Sabo clears his throat. "Our friendship isn't going to end just because we're after the same girl. If Koala was happy with you, then I'd be happy, too. I'd be happy for the both of you, really."

"I don't recall you saying anything similar to that during that one week when Koala was dating Arlong, and you came to my house everyday, crying while writing depressing love songs." Ace snorts. "You practically made an entire album. Adele would have been impressed. Taylor Swift would have hired you for assistance for her next break-up single."

"Arlong's a completely different case. He doesn't deserve her."

"You do realize that I actually dated him to make you jealous, right? You were so dense back then." Koala chuckles while Sabo's jaw drops. Her eyes glimmer like pretty wells of sapphire as her smile turns slightly devilish. "Then, I had to break up with him because I just couldn't stand him any longer, and I thought Sabo didn't really care. But, it's really obvious why. You know, Luffy, sometimes, I think that your brother is Sabo's secret boyfriend or if Ace were a girl, Sabo would totally be in love with her. Back then, I might have been hurt, but now, I'm completely fine with it. I can see why he's so charmed by him."

While Ace is choking on his drink, Sabo looks completely horrified. "Oh God. Koala. Koala. Let me ask you—even if Ace suddenly grew fully functional female reproductive parts, why would I give you up for that?"

"Thanks." Ace groans while Koala struggles to breathe while laughing. "Really, Sabo. Thanks."

I don't get it, though. Why's Sabo so weirded out by it? I think Ace would be pretty as a girl. I can imagine longer hair, rounder eyes, pink cheeks and well… boobs. But, yeah, Ace would be really pretty, and I'd beat up anyone who tries to hurt my big freckle-cheeked sister.

"Really, Ace." Sabo takes a bite from his pie before he continues. "You're my Bro, but there's a limit to how much of a Bro you are."

"Duh. That's why you have Koala."

"I don't know for how long, though." Koala sighs as she pokes Sabo's shoulder. "This guy here is going to Korea right after graduation."

I blink, nearly dropping my fork. "Eh? Sabo, you're moving? Why?"

"Parents want me to study in Korea for college," Sabo says evenly, "I'm thinking of Political Science because I'm really into that, but they want me to take business. Had to already compromise with them because my father initially wanted me to study in England. Plus, you know, I've always wanted to go join the Korean music and entertainment industry and all…"

"Can't handle long distance?" Ace suggests, but Sabo shrugs.

Koala sighs, facing Sabo now with a small pout on her lips. "Don't be glum about it, 'Bo. I don't want to see you like that." He stares at her as she graces him with a smile once more. "I'm not going to say anything about what your parents want regarding your college plans, but I know that being a famous performer is your dream, and I don't want to hold you back. So, just know that where ever you are, I'll be cheering on you from the sidelines. Got that?" Koala's name escapes him, only to be interrupted by someone's cellphone going off.

Beside me, Ace pulls out his phone from his pocket, and I can't help but notice how his smile crumbles when he reads the screen. "It's Robin," he mumbles weakly.

Her smile falters, and worry is written all over Koala's face as Sabo immediately straightens up. "Robin?" Ace nods without a word as he continues to stare at the screen. His thumb hangs above the touch screen, undecided on whether or not to slide the button and accept. Ace just looks so lost.

And, I want to help him. I want to tell him that it'll be fine. I want to give him the best advice that I can offer him. But, I can't because I don't know what to say unlike Sabo. "Ace. Answer it. Talk to her. See if she's okay. We haven't heard from her for ages."

Ace flinches in response, and it's like the words came to life to prick him because now his entire hand is shaking while the phone continues to ring. "But, what if—you know, what I mean?"

Koala shakes her head. "If she doesn't want to talk to you, then she wouldn't be calling you right now." My brother remains unconvinced, so Sabo offers his hand.

"Ace. You want me to answer it for you?" he asks, and Ace ponders on it for a while until he draws back with a shake of his head.

"I'm fine." The chair legs screech as he bolts up from his position. "Stay here. I mean it, Sabo. Just stay here. I'll be back." He turns and scurries inside the house, probably to leave through the main door. Sabo continues to look towards the direction that Ace left, and he sighs while swiping his blonde locks back. Koala looks just as depressed.

"Who's Robin?" I ask, hating the sudden change of mood.

Koala turns to me. "She's our friend," she says, "She's supposed to be in Spain right now, but she hasn't been returning any of our calls."

"She makes Ace sad."

"Ace, he…" Koala tries to explain, but then she trails off. So, Sabo continues for her.

"Robin and Ace have been friends since middle school, so you know, they're really close. But, Ace really likes her as more than a friend. Before she left for Spain, he actually found the guts to tell her. But, he got rejected. It's sort of also my fault. I was the one who pushed him to do it. Ace says it isn't my fault, though. Good guy." He sighs. "For a while, Robin hasn't contacted him, so Ace thought that she was just ignoring him. But, then she wouldn't contact any of us, so for a while, we all thought that something really wrong happened. Took a while for Ace to realize that, too. Sanji and I kept telling him that she's not trying to avoid him..."

Sabo might have said other stuff, but I don't hear the rest of it because only one word really sticks to me—rejection. So, Ace really loves someone, but he's hurting all over because he got rejected… just like how I got rejected by Kidd. Ace must be really sad just like how I was, and I don't want that for him. No, Ace deserves more.

I glance at the very center of the table where the last meat pie remains. Quickly, I grab it by the fork before adding it on Ace's plate. And, Sabo notices this with a smile.

"Is that your way of trying to make Ace feel better?" He chuckles. "It's a small gesture, but it's really thoughtful, and I know he'll appreciate it. Can't say no to meat."

"I just want to make Ace happy."

"Great. Wish my brother's like you. Stelly's a major pain in the arse." Sabo has a little brother? It's obvious that he really doesn't like him, though, which is really sad. I think having a brother is like having a super special type of best friend.

I shake my head, throwing off any thoughts of that Stelly guy. They're not really important right now. Not as important as Ace and how I can make him happy.

"Ace keeps taking care of me, but I don't know if I'm doing the same for him." I make sure to avoid eye contact with both Sabo and Koala. I don't need to look at them to know that they're giving me the sorry look. A lot of people seem to be doing that for me these days. "Sometimes, I think something's wrong with me and that I'm not a good enough brother for him because I make him worried all the time. But, when he's sad, I don't know what to do for him. He always seems so strong, so I never thought that he'd be really sad about something. I guess… I don't think I know him as much as I'd like to."

The more I say it, and the more I think about, the more I come to realize that this is all true. What do I really know about Ace beyond the usual daily routines we have? What else besides his likes and dislikes? What about his dreams? His fears? His memories and everything else that makes him who he is today? There are those times when I know my brother never really changed, but there are also those times when I think I'm talking to someone else. Someone by the name of Asch Newgate.

And, I remember the tiny cracked gravestone that Ace refuses to look at. The one that he refuses to remove, too. And, I remember that time when I know that Asch Newgate was the one who was talking to me… telling me that Monkey D. Ace already died.

"Hey, Luffy." I tilt my head up to look at Sabo, and I feel a sense of relief when I don't see any form of pity or worry in his and Koala's faces. Instead, they look as friendly as always. "Look, it's been years, and it makes perfect sense that you feel like this. If it will make you feel better, why don't we hang out? It'll just be us, and you can ask us anything you'd like about Ace. We'll answer for you."

I look at Koala who nods eagerly, and so I try to muster up a grin. Their expressions remain bright, so I'm guessing that it worked. "When?"

Sabo reaches out for his backpack, and he takes out a pen and a notebook which he rips out a small piece of paper from. "I'll give you my number. We can plan this," he says, and I watch as he jots down his number in really neat handwriting before he folds the paper and then hands it to me. I thank him, and I reach out to take this from him.

But, I realize that I'm not talking to Sabo or Koala anymore. I'm not even in Baltigo either. Instead, I'm in a small diner with barely any customers at the moment, and in front of me is Kidd. He takes the note away from my fingers, and I can feel my heart thumping against my chest as I hand him the small note that I made.

"What's this?" His voice sounds like an echo. "Are we playing pass the message or something?"

I look down on my plate. Bonney once told me that if I can't find the words to say something, then it's better to do what Killer would do and that means writing things down. But, what if I'm messing up? What if I shouldn't just give it to him? What if I'm actually supposed to read it to him instead? Or rehearse it in my mind until the words just flow naturally? But, how? It's all easier said than done.

Because the words do fail me, and I don't know how I can tell Kidd that he's really special to me… or how I'd want to be his special someone, too.

Or how to tell him that I love him more than a best friend should, and how I hope he feels for me that way, too.

But, I don't need to think about these kinds of words anymore. Not when Kidd look up from the piece of a paper with a uncomfortable expression that makes me feel more pain than any that's been inflicted on me ever. "Sorry, Lu." It hurts. It hurts so much.

"Luffy!" It hurts, but I don't have much time to dwell on this pain. I can hear Ace's voice calling out for me, and each time he does, his voice bounces against all corners of the old diner that I'm in. "Luffy, wake up!"

And, I do because after one blink, Kidd is gone, and the diner transforms back to the garden veranda of Aunt Swan's café. I suck up my breath, all my senses coming back to me, and my eyes meet with Ace's intense gaze. Sabo and Koala are behind him, and unlike before, they're actually nervous. Damn it.

"Sorry about that." I clench my fists, and I can feel the edges of Sabo's note crumpling between my fingers. "I'm just… really tired. Stupid vultures and all…" It's an obvious lie, and I know that Ace knows it. His eyes narrow, and he looks about ready to say something, but he doesn't because Sabo grabs his attention by asking about Robin.

And, while Ace tells Sabo about a stolen phone, an older sister who's keeping Robin busy and her flight back to New Japan this weekend, Koala hands me a glass of water and offers to get me another cake.

The good thing is that all the heavy stuff ends from there. The rest of our conversations touch funny stories, heartwarming memories and the small, happy things that make up our everyday. Nothing at all to do with heartbreak and rejection, dumb vultures, weird powers, serious life choices, or all these flashbacks that I've been getting lately. I can feel happiness bubbling inside me when I catch Ace's smile returning after Koala teases a fuming Sabo. I think the smile grew even wider as he takes a bite of that pie I saved for him.

Ace deserves happiness. Definitely. Whether he's Monkey D. Ace, Portgas D. Ace or Asch Newgate, that's the one thing I'm convinced of. He deserves happiness, and not the kind of pain that I've felt or the kind that's stuck with me until today. So, maybe… if I can give him happiness, then that'll be my way of loving him. Of protecting him and being strong for him. That'll be my way of being good.

And, if I'm good, then maybe one day, the monsters will finally leave us alone.

~*~ Omake ~*~

Ace: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!

Luffy: -barges into Ace's room, nearly breaking his door, followed by Marco and Juzo- AAAAAAACE! WHAT HAPPENED? –runs to Ace and hugs him while Ace sobs hard in front of his laptop-

Ace: I can't… I can't believe this... –staring at the screen-

Luffy: -stares at the screen too before his eyes go all watery- Oh, yeah…

Ace: Spade. Fucking. Dies. Holy shit. Spade fucking died because of a fucking magma punch to his chest that pretty much burns his insides. Lucky fucking frees him, and I thought it was all okay, but then fucking Akazaru comes in. I… I don't know how to deal with this. I-I can't… All that build up, and now this? Fucking Akazaru. Fucking Oda. I fucking connected with Spade! Holy fucking shit… -sobs angry tears while hugging Luffy-

Luffy: -sniffs- That's okay, Ace! Th-That's okay! Lucky's strong! He's going to get through this, and then he's going to enter the New World and then become the Pirate King! I just know it. He's going to make Spade proud. I also cried when Spade died, too, you know! –cries-

Marco: You two are crying over a fictional character.

Juzo: Hey, hey, I cried, too.

Marco: Seriously?

Juzo: Romance Dawn is freaking awesome, let me tell you. It's got a great story, fun battles and a lot of epic, relatable characters. I never thought rubber powers would be so cool until Lucky came in. I mean, we're talking about a kid who's got big dreams of being the Pirate King. He's got insane luck in finding friends, and he's strong enough to defeat people who seem way stronger than him. Also, he's really happy go lucky, but actually, he's dealing with so much losses like the death of his brother, so he's trying to remain strong so that he can protect the people he cares about, including his crew. But, seriously, the death of his brother really messed him up.

Marco: … -eyes Luffy who's sobbing with Ace-

Juzo: Oh, and there's Spade. The first time we see him, we all think he's awesome, but he's actually got major dead daddy issues, and for all of his life, he's been struggling to find out if he really deserves to live. And, he finds his answer through Lucky. Seriously, it's like Lucky is all he lives for. Did I forgot to mention that he has a major bro-con? Fan girls shipped them together while Spade was still alive.

Marco: … -eyes Ace who is still cursing Akazaru-

Juzo: Don't get me started on Marlo.

Marco: What?

Juzo: Marlo. He's the first mate of the Greybeard Pirates. So, after Greybeard dies—

Ace: OH MY FUCKING GOD, GREYBEARD DIES, TOO? FUCK!

Juzo: Yeaaaaaaaah… so Greybeard dies, and the Greybeard Pirates along with their allies all get picked out one by one by the really corrupt World Government plus some asshole shichibukai named Weeble. Anyway, Romance Dawn is already in its time skip, and we haven't seen Marlo yet, but from what we've heard, a lot of his friends are also dead because they tried to get revenge against this guy named Brownbeard who's pretty much the reason why Spade and Greybeard are dead. Did I mention that he can turn into a phoenix and that his regeneration powers make him pretty much immortal? And that it's actually a curse on his part because he has to live with the pain of always being a survivor and watching his friends drop dead for like… the rest of his eternal life? I mean, no wonder the guy has a poker face. The guy's seriously depressing. He must be really dead inside.

Marco: …

Juzo: Or… he's probably crying inside, you know.

Marco: …

Marco: Are you trying to relate this to my life?

Juzo: … No?

Luffy: A-Actually, Marco Polo, Juice is telling the truth.

Juzo: Now that you mention it, I'm really seeing a parallel.

Ace: Bloody hell, can you stop with all the spoilers?! This anime is officially ruined for me.

Juzo: -pulls out a dandelion and gives it to Marco- Here, Marlo… I mean, Marco. Just in case you're secretly crying in the inside.

Marco: I'm going back to work now. –leaves-

Luffy: I'm guessing that Marco Polo isn't really into anime, huh?

Juzo: Nah, he's just embarrassed because of that one time when he was yelling at me, and then this anime producer suddenly approaches him because he wanted him as a main character voice actor.

Luffy: Woah, really? What anime is that?

Juzo: Bleach.

Luffy: EH?!

Juzo: Seriously, make him scream "Bankai." It's perfect.

Ace: Wait. Bleach also has some relatable characters, too…

Ace: …

Ace: Oh, God. Don't tell me that Marco has some evil axe-crazy version of himself living inside his soul and is actually trying to possess him and turn him into a bloodthirsty killing machine with one of the most psychotic laughs ever.

Luffy: -stares-

Ace: -stares-

Juzo: …

Juzo: You know what?

Juzo: …

Juzo: … That's awesome.

Luffy: -runs out of the room, screaming- MARCO POLO! AIZEN'S OUT TO DESTROY THE WORLD AGAIN, SO YOU NEED TO PROTECT YOUR FRIENDS! CAN YOU SAY "GETSUGA TENSHO?! CAN YOU DO YOUR HOLLOW VOICE?! LET ME HEAR YOUUUUUUUUUUU!

Ace: Oh my God.

~*~ Bonus Omake 2 ~*~

Sabo's Official Spotify Playlist (Combination of Songs from 2009 to Present; highly recommended for all those times when Sabo rolls in with his car or talks about dancing)

1.) Ring Ding Dong – SHINee

2.) Sorry, Sorry – Super Junior

3.) Again & Again – 2PM

4.) Fantastic Baby – BIG BANG

5.) Abracadabra – Brown Eyed Girls

6.) Mirotic – DBSK

7.) Heartbreaker – G-Dragon

8.) Love Rain – Kim Tae Woo

9.) Married to the Music - SHINee

10.) Lollipop – BIG BANG and 2NE1

11.) Share the World – DBSK

12.) Gara Gara Go! – BIG BANG

13.) Overdose – EXO

14.) History - EXO

15.) Lucifer - SHINee

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Author's Note: The Fourth Wall has been breached, everyone. The Fourth Wall has been breached. And, Sabo is our hot blonde dork.

I think the last part of the omake is really hilarious, though... especially if you're aware that Marco shares the same voice actor as Kurosaki Ichigo. :))

If anyone has cared to notice, I added "Saboala" to the summary of this fanfiction because the Saboala game is officially strong in this fanfiction. Besides, those two are just so cute together. It's practically one of the few straight pairings I enjoy. Haha!

While this is a Luffy chapter, there's emphasis now on Sabo and Koala. So,while Ace is trying to find out more about Luffy, Luffy is trying to find out more about the kind of angst his dear older brother feels. Expect a Sabo chapter soon which also ties in with his own personal story with Ace and Koala. Romance and Bromantic feels in one. =w= I'm still deciding on whether Koala should be British or Australian, though. Not that it matters because no matter what nationality, she'll always be her cute self. Sabo will agree.

If anyone has also noticed, I made it "To Be Good (Part One), meaning that Part Two of Luffy's POV will be featured in the next chapter. Originally, this chapter's supposed to be really long, but I'm too lazy to make it long, and I think you guys waited enough. Of course, given the depressing tone of Luffy's POVs nowadays, expect a major FEELS attack beyond just random flashbacks. I actually saved the ultimate FEELS of "To Be Good" for the next part.

So, until the next chapter and don't forget to drop a review! :)