Bird Instincts

Hello, everyone! I realized that's it been… a while (again) since I updated this and I really wanted something for Valentine's Day but February was kind of crazy so obviously that didn't happen. I wanted something for Thatch's Birthday but that was a very sad last minute-second attempt which I put up as 'Thatch One-Shots' :')

So here I am with a chapter for ThatchxMarco One-Shots two and half months later! :'D

This was inspired by a picture Tray D. Sheila shared with me and the little dialogue we came up for it. I also added in something else which I hope you don't mind ^-^

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

Summary for this chapter: Marco's bird instincts take over and this time he has a desire to hoard certain yellow objects. Especially one that's worn specifically by a certain chef.

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

Thatch was sleeping peacefully in a secret spot of his somewhere on the deck when he felt something and stirred awake a little.

"Hm?"

Thatch felt himself move and was woken up when he felt a tug. He looked to his left and-

'What the hell?' Thatch thought tiredly thinking he was still asleep.

Marco, or in this case, Marco's phoenix form, was currently leaning over Thatch trying to take said person's foulard off him.

"Marco, what're you doing?" Thatch asked only to be ignored when the Phoenix continued to tug his foulard. "…" Thatch gently pushed Marco back a little but he wouldn't let go causing the foulard to stretch a little. "…"

Marco then gave a hard tug causing Thatch to move upward with a yelp.

"O.k, I get it." Thatch said as he now sat up. "You either want my attention or my foulard. But you can't have the second one but you do have the first. So let go of my foulard please."

…

"…"

Thatch tugged at it but Marco didn't let go.

"Come on, Marco let go. If you want me to follow you somewhere I will."

Marco gave another hard tug unintentionally throwing Thatch forward who yelped when he hit the floor face first.

"Marco! What is it?!" Thatch asked getting annoyed as he sat up again.

Marco chirped a melodic-like tone and that's when Thatch knew Marco wasn't Marco. Well, he was but it seemed like his bird instincts took over. Again. Although last time it happened he and Thatch weren't a couple.

…

'Oh, no.' Thatch thought remembering what Marco does almost every time this happens. 'He's gonna keep me for himself isn't he? Unless he just wants my foulard.'

Before Thatch could think of anything else, Marco grabbed his foulard and began dragging Thatch around and said person was thankful the foulard wasn't too tight at the moment.

"Marco, what the hell?!" Thatch yelled as he was now being dragged across the deck to knows where causing the other crewmates who were there to laugh. "Oi, don't just laugh help me!"

"I'm so taking pictures!" Haruta said as she took out a camera and began doing so.

"How'd you get your camera back?" Ace asked.

"I bought a new one. Don't tell Oyaji."

'I'm so getting everyone back!' Thatch thought as he was now dragged down a flight of stairs much to his displeasure and then into a hallway and all the way to a room where the door was conveniently opened.

Once they were in the middle of the room Thatch was finally let go but laid there in pain wondering why he was dragged across the ship and into a room. He then heard Marco squawk followed by two yelps and Thatch sat up in pain and made his way to the door and looked out to see Ace and Haruta being chased away by Marco making Thatch smile.

'Guess that'll work as revenge for now.' Thatch thought and then his smile fell when Marco turned around and began coming back. Thatch scurried back into the room, which he realized was Marco's and sat where he was dragged to seconds ago.

"O.k, you have me here against my will." Thatch said as the Phoenix entered the room. "What now?" The Phoenix moved towards him and reached for his foulard but Thatch held onto it. "You can't have it." There was a moment of silence before Marco quickly grabbed it and yanked it making Thatch almost fall face first on the floor again. "I said no damnit!"

Marco squawked at him but didn't attack and then went up to the door closing it.

'Smart bird.' Thatch thought even though the bird was clearly still Marco. Just… more bird like. In a way. And smart. Er. For a bird. Or, well, Phoenix. Thatch wondered if Phoenix's (even though Marco was the only Phoenix Thatch knew of) were smarter than the average bird when Marco hopped onto his bed and began moving the blanket around much to Thatch's curiosity. Said person went up to the bed and was somewhat surprised to see a majority of yellow objects huddled up in a blanket-like nest.

"Well, now we know where certain things have gone." Thatch said and then noticed a certain object much to his horror. "Mr. Polar! How did you get that?!" Thatch reached for it but Marco squawked at him. "That's mine! Give it back!" Thatch tried to get it again but Marco flapped his wings wildly and squawked angrily. "Come on, it's not even yellow!" Marco then got a hold of Thatch's foulard. "You can't have that either!" This time it was managed to be yanked off which surprisingly didn't break but caused Thatch to fall on the floor once more with a yelp.

Said person sat up with more pain (he still felt pain from being dragged across the ship and down the stairs) and looked at Marco who took the foulard and put it with his collection. Thatch felt like yelling at the bird but knew Marco wasn't himself and didn't know what he was doing nor wouldn't remember it. Thatch sighed hoping Marco would be himself again soon.

'Looks like I'm gonna be stuck here for a while.' Thatch thought as he stood up in pain. 'I'm gonna have to see the nurse to.' He then grabbed the chair at the desk turning it around and when Thatch turned he saw Marco in front of him still in his Phoenix form. What surprised Thatch even more was that Marco held Mr. Polar (a stuffed plushy mind you) in his beak and seemed to be handing it to him.

Thatch wasn't sure if he should snatch it or take it calmly but before he could do anything Marco placed it on the floor in front of Thatch and then went back on the bed. When Thatch was sure Marco wasn't paying attention, he bent down and snatched up his plush thinking: 'Mine.'

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Marco woke up and was very confused when he found random objects on his bed.

'What the hell?' Marco thought as he looked at the objects. The weird thing to him was that they were all yellow. Yellow! Why the hell were there yellow objects on his bed?! He then spotted a certain yellow foulard and grabbed it. "Thatch!"

Marco got up from his bed and made his way outside but when he did everyone stopped and looked at him. "What?" He said confused and slightly annoyed. "Did Thatch do something to my face again?!"

"Thatch didn't do anything." Izou answered going up to him.

"Then why is his foulard in my room and why was I surrounded by a bunch of yellow objects?" Marco asked wanting answers. "That has Thatch's pranks written all over it."

"Cuz YOU are the one who took his foulard and every yellowed colored object that's on your bed. It was that time again where your bird instincts take over and this time you were hoarding yellow objects. By the way, you owe me a million berries in makeup."

"What?! But I don't remember a thing!"

"Too bad. And since you're obviously looking for Thatch he's in the infirmary."

"What? Why?" Marco asked now worried.

"Apparently someone, obviously meaning you, wanted that foulard so bad that you dragged him across the deck all the way to your room. Sadly, I wasn't there to see it but heard it was funny."

"And you guys didn't do anything?!"

"Like I said I wasn't there! Now forget about everything else and go see your boyfriend!" Izou now scolded grabbing Marco's arm dragging him to the infirmary. Once there, Izou just opened the door making the head nurse, Alicia and Thatch jump and Izou practically threw Marco in quickly saying: "Alicia, Marco is here to see Thatch and I'm leaving before you kill me bye."

Izou left and Alicia just sighed as she spoke. "I'll get him back later for interrupting. Now Thatch, take it easy and I'll leave you two alone for a bit." She said now leaving the infirmary as well.

There was an awkward silence as Marco and Thatch avoided eye contact and after a while Marco went up to Thatch.

"Here's your foulard." Marco said handing it to him.

"Thanks." Thatch said taking it although Marco noticed a small hesitation.

"… I hurt you didn't I?"

'Not really. You just dragged me across the ship and down a flight of hard wooden stairs into the hallway and all the way to your room. I'm perfectly fine!' Thatch wanted to say but didn't.

"Someone told me I dragged you across the deck all the way to my room."

'Probably Haruta or Ace since they were there.' Although Thatch knew the whole crew knew by now since things like that spread as fast as they grew drunk. And that was really quick considering how much they drink as a crew.

"Thatch? Are you o.k?" Marco asked again since he wasn't talking much.

"I'm fine." Thatch answered. "You did drag me across the ship and down a flight of stairs all the way to your room but I'm fine. Still in pain but fine. And you did manage to take my foulard. I have to admit I wasn't happy about that."

"I'm sorry, Thatch." Marco apologized as he watched said person put their foulard back on. "For hurting you. And taking your foulard." Marco helped Thatch tie it when he winced in pain a little.

"You don't have to be. You didn't know what you were doing and don't remember."

"It was still me, though. And for that I'm sorry." Marco finished tying the foulard and then noticed something. "By the way… What's Mr. Polar doing here?"

That's when Alicia walked in before Thatch could make up his mind on scolding Marco about it or not and Marco was kicked out even as he protested.

"You can see him when he comes out later!" Alicia scolded just closing the door in Marco's face.

"Thanks, Alicia." Thatch said when he was sure Marco was gone.

"No problem. So are you going to get him back for all that?"

"Just for taking my foulard and Mr. Polar. In prank form of course."

Alicia just smiled and sighed wondering when Thatch would let his actual feelings out through words than pranking.

And that's the chapter! Sorry for typos and all that jazz :P

It turned out just a tiny bit different than I expected (especially the ending) but I liked it and had fun writing it and torturing Thatch for a bit so yeah XD

Thatch: "I could've died like what the hell, Veve?"

Me: "I said torture not kill. Although…"

"Whatever it is you're thinking stop thinking it!"

Izou: "I feel like the name of this story should've been called 'What The Hell' since all of it was literally like 'What the hell'."

Me: "Yeah, I took some out cuz it was said too many times for my liking. The struggles of finding the right words and reactions for things other than 'what the hell'."

"So are you making any more of these one-shots or are you gonna drop this again and continued with your other story?"

"Who says I dropped this in the first place? I do whatever I get inspiration for."

"Makes sense."

Review, please! ^-^/~