Tell it to the Marines
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Chapter 36
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They approach Notice with a generous amount of caution; there is, after all, a far larger Marine presence than any sensible pirate of Law's current stature would be comfortable with.
The town is clean, incredibly so, and wealthy. To the point he has to push back the image of a near perfectly white city, has to push back the reminder of Flevance and its Amber Lead. It lingers though, a haunting recollection of what he had once had and Law wonders just what dirty secrets lays beneath this city's clean presentation. What dreadful things have they done to obtain such wealth, and what steps are they taking towards retaining that affluence.
Do the people who live there know? Are they aware of just where their lifestyle comes from? Because Law hadn't been aware, and he had suffered, suffered so much for it.
"Gives you hives, doesn't it?"
Ris has snuck up on him, arms folded and resting upon the railing as she stares out at the town, those striking yellow eyes hidden beneath the tinted lenses once again.
Pin-point black hair frames her face, and devoid of the startling red locks, with the hawk-like eyes hidden, she does look rather pretty. Not the 'in-your-face' beautiful of the town before them, but the kind of aesthetic that one must grow used to before it can really be appreciated.
Law just has a better time at looking for the hidden beauty than most; trusting something picturesque is hard, after all.
"Did you grow up somewhere like this, Ris-ya?"
He's already pinned her as a former occupant of East Blue; he recognises the accent. There's something else in there, a distinctive twinge that he supposes may come from elsewhere, may indicate she's not originally an East Blue native, which isn't surprising given Hawk-Eyes and his preference of being within the Grand Line.
Still, she has spent a significant amount of time in East Blue, given the accent and the… connection with Fire Fist. Something that still has Law a bit confused. ASLR is the tattoo; Portgas D. Ace, and Ris…
That's quite possibly the 'A' and the 'R'; does that mean there are two more of them? Why is the 'S' crossed out?
Did one of them die?
"On the outskirts. You don't really appreciate what the rich waste until you're living off the excess they throw away. We mainly hunted for food though."
Now that sounds practically barbaric. What kind of place was she living in to have to hunt for food? Had society not moved on since those times, has the claim of being the Pirate King's home sea really crippled East Blue to the point trade is a foreign concept to them? Surely not; mayhap it is just the island upon which Ris grew up; for all Law knows it might be segregated from society itself. Only, if there was a town such as Notice there, then that cannot be the case.
"But enough of that," Ris decides, leaning further out across the railings, eyes fluttering closed in the face of the kissing wind. For once, it doesn't carry the harsh bite of snow and ice, instead the little zyhpers can almost be considered warm. It's a pleasant day, that's for sure.
Unzipping the top half of his coat, Law sends Bepo a nod when the navigator announces the rowboat they will be taking to Notice is prepared.
He's already got the flare hidden beneath his coat, a simple way to announced to the crew whom will be staying upon the Polar Tang that quick getaway is needed, and to bring the sub as close to shore as possible. It pays to have a getaway organised, and Law is all about being organised.
"Well, Ris-ya, shall we get going?"
Holding out the hand not curled around Kikoku, Law wiggles his fingers in the redhead's direction. She smoothes down the false black hair she sports, adjusting the bottom of her jacket before placing her gloved hand in his, allowing him to teleport them to the little row-boat via Room.
The boat doesn't so much as rock when they swap out with a coil of rope, Penguin and Bepo already manning the oars. Law doesn't want to be in this town any longer than he has to, the only reason they'd been on this route to begin with is, as Notice is quite the trading port given its wealth and marine presence, they will probably have good maps. Perhaps even one to get to the Grand Line with. Which would be useful, they've yet to come across one of those yet, and Law is already itching to set off towards that sea. Even if he still needs to be a little more prepared.
Maybe it is time to take on a marine base here in North Blue after all.
"I can sense my friend."
Ris' voice interrupts his thoughts and Law cocks an eyebrow.
She's not looking at him though, instead staring towards the island before them with a sure smile on her face. Of course, that Haki stuff… Observation.
He can remember that spread of black across skin from his time with Doflamingo, his time with Cora-san.
It is a shame Ris is so dedicated to a captain who has yet to sail; having someone who knows about this Haki business would be incredibly useful.
As things are, Ermine is going to have to put his nose to the ground and research it for them; it's why he's hunched in the row-boat too, though Law highly doubts he'll find anything in Notice. No, Ermine is here to take note on anything Ris does that could be related to Haki in any way, shape or form.
After all, this is perhaps the last he'll see of her for a while. There's a part of him that is sure he will see her again, upon the Grand Line no doubt.
He's rather looking forward to it.
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When they dock upon Notice, Penguin departs with Bepo to their the necessary maps, Ermine remaining by their sides.
Every step Ris takes is filled with purpose, and though she's never been here before, not once does she hesitate in her determined march forwards, as if she already knows just where she's going. If she is able to lock onto her friend's presence with Haki though, Law assumes it is much like following a compass pointing North.
"Slow down, Ris-ya. I'm sure your companion isn't going anywhere."
The sooner she finds her companion, the sooner she will be out of Law's life once again, taking his best source on all things Haki with them as they depart.
Law's eyes slide to the side, where a pair of marines, clearly on duty, are mistrustfully eyeing the three of them, hands on their pistols. None of them have bounties (Law had looked, there hadn't been one matching Ris' appearance, natural or disguised) so it's probably the fact none of them looking particularly Notice-like that has captured their attention.
Face set in a challenging frown, Law steps closer to Ris and lays his arm across her shoulder, fingers dancing across the padded material of her coat clad arm.
"The marines?" Ris whispers under her breath, red eyebrows dyed black from a few licks of mascara. Not the ideal cover-up, the woman had complained, but it'd do.
It's a shame they arrived in Notice so quick, or rather, it's a shame yesterday had been the only time he'd managed to make some progress on seducing the woman.
Even if she was only willing to go so far, it'd still be fun, still been a thrill to see her face so flushed, to watch such a strong woman come undo beneath him. Not that he hadn't unravelled for a moment himself, but that was the thing, it happened whenever you were with someone sexual. Even if it wasn't a complete loss of senses, it was enough to fall into something, to forget about everything else for a moment and just appreciate the sensations, to just feel good.
"We might not have bounty posters, Ris-ya, but apparently we still scream 'pirate' to their… 'well-honed' senses." He uses that term lightly though; while they're not announcing it, they've not exactly taken massive steps to hide that they are pirates either.
"Well, I guess tha-"
"Ri!"
Ris snaps to attention at the abbreviation of her name, face lighting up with genuine joy as she swings around to the source.
"Sabo!"
And then she's off, disappearing out from under his arm to rocket down the street, barrelling into three or four wealthy natives who scream in indignation.
Law barely pays them any attention though, eyes tracking Ris as she makes her way through the slight crowds, the crows who are doing their damn best to get out of her way but they're just not fast enough. His lips quirk up as she slams into one startled marine, body-checking him out of the way before she finds her target.
The man who catches her is not as tall as Law, though nor is he significantly shorter. In fact, had Ris not flown into his arms, Law wouldn't have been able to pick him out from the regular crowd; his clothes all neat and well-tailored. He's even wearing a cravat.
Upon impact, the blond hefts Ris into his arms, spinning the two of them around to bleed of the momentum from their collision before he sets her back on her feet.
They check each other over, clearly looking for any kind of injuries, and though there is an almost frantic worry to their movements, it is all completely platonic, something that doesn't change as Law continues to approach them. He stoutly ignores that it could almost be the interactions between a brother and his sister.
Or at least Law thinks so, until Ris starts peppering the blond's cheeks with kisses, balanced on the other man's shoes and reaching up on her tip-toes in order to reach his face.
"Ri, I'm fine. You're more injured than me. I was worried." He speaks well, also with an East Blue accent, and though there's no sensual inclination to his hands they rest possessively upon her back with a clear familiarity. These two are close then.
"Who the fuck are you?"
Stopping a few feet from the blond, Law's grip on Kikoku tightens, thumb ready to pop the hilt open as the other man reaches for the lead pipe upon his back. Now that he's closer, he can see the other male isn't as old as him, perhaps only a year or so Ris' senior.
Still, there's a look in that man's eyes that indicates he's done his fair share of 'bad' things, that he's willing to crush anyone that hurts what is his, willing to do almost anything to achieve his goals.
Yes, it's not every day you see a man like this in North Blue.
"Sabo, it's okay! He helped me out, it's not a kidnapping!"
The scary as fuck blond is still burning holes in his head though, one gloved hand clenched tight on the metal pipe he'd pulled off his shoulder, the other still holding Ris close to his side. He had attempted to put himself between the two of them, but Riskua clearly hadn't been willing to have any of that.
Her hand is on his shoulder, forcibly keeping him in place, and Law can see black in that little slip of skin exposed between Ris' coat-sleeve and the material of her glove. Ris' friend is dangerous by her standards, that much is obvious, and hellishly protective of her.
"I see," the blond dressed as gentleman says, tone deceptively calm, "then I suppose I should give my thanks. Let's get a drink." The invitation isn't a friendly one, but Law's never really been one to back down from anything. He stands tall, straightens out his shoulders, and gives a slow nod.
"A drink would be acceptable."
Beside him, Ermine twitches, dark eyes flicking cautiously between Ris and this 'Sabo' character. Law cannot blame him.
Of what he's concluded of Haki so far, it is a dangerous power, on a threat level with another Devil Fruit user.
It's clear if this comes down to a fight, it will be himself and Ermine against the two of them, because for all he and Ris had been getting along, it's clear her loyalties to her friend trump any good-will he has managed to earn. That's the way the world works though, Law can't exactly say he wasn't expecting it.
Regardless, it would be nice if they could part on good terms.
"I know a pub."
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The pub Sabo takes them to is generic, the kind of thing he'd expect in a rich town like this. Not unclean, but not as high up on the food-chain as some of the other establishments they passed. Non-descript. It's exactly the kind of word that describes this place. It's obvious the blond has been here before, for he flags a waitress down who's got nothing but smiles for the good-looking gentleman.
Law's much more interested in the scar upon Ris' friend's face than whatever drinks he's ordering them. It's a burn scar, a year or two old judging by the pinching of the skin around the affected area. What kind of mischief has this man been getting up to in order to end up boasting such a scar?
"Well, gentlemen, you have my thanks for helping Ri in her time of need."
It's not really spoken to them, even though dark eyes are looking their way.
The tease has Ris rolling her eyes, jabbing an elbow into her fellow's side, prompting a wide grin to smear its way across his face.
The ease of their interaction makes it clear they're more than familiar with one another; Law hadn't realised just how closed off and defensive Ris had been upon the Polar Tang until now, now that he has something to compare it to. No wonder she'd been unwilling to go any further than just rutting against each other if she'd been that cautious of his whole presence.
The memory makes him want to smirk, but that is perhaps not the best thing to do when sitting across from the male that is most likely her best friend, if he has to hazard a guess.
"And where are my manners? I am Sabo, Ri's best friend and the Revolutionary Army's Chief of Staff."
What.
Law can't quite stop his jaw from falling open, no matter how hard he tries to prevent it, how hard he tries to stop his face from expressing his displeasure.
His eyes snap over to look at Ris, who delicately shrugs her shoulders, turning her attention elsewhere to happily accept the fruit juice the waitress offers her.
A glass of red wine is placed before the fucking Revolutionary Army's Chief of Staff, while the town's signature beer is presented to both Law and Ermine.
Ermine who is staring at the blond male with something like awe and something that is unquestionably attraction in his eyes.
"I told you I wasn't with the marines," Ris murmurs quietly, and no fucking wonder.
A bloody Revolutionary.
They have to have some way of ensuring the silence of those around them, or of ensuring they're not overheard. Law highly doubts they'd speak so openly on this if not.
Regaining his composure comes naturally, despite the internal turmoil of 'what the fuck is going on with his life'. Every time he interacts with anyone who boasts ties to the Grand Line, or has been to the Grand Line, or has the intention of going to the Grand Line… It all ends up just like this.
It all ends up with Law's life no longer making any fucking sense.
"Not being with the marines, and then being an active part of the Revolutionary Army fighting against the Tenryūbito are two very different things, Ris-ya."
She grins, as if that's something to be pleased by and Law turns his attention to his drink. A quick Room blurts out from his fingers as he scans the liquid, but there's been no sedatives thrown in there. Who knows, maybe this pub has connections to the Revolutionary Army and this Sabo (the fucking Chief of Staff, second in command to Dragon the Revolutionary, the world's most dangerous man) plans to cart him off for god only knows what.
"It's cute how you thinks she's a full-time member. We're just borrowing Ri, before she goes off and joins my little brother when he sets out to chase his goal."
His little brother? There aren't enough shared features between Ris and this Sabo character, so perhaps their parents remarried one another, and they're step-siblings?
Still, Law will certainly be keeping track of this upcoming captain now. The younger brother of the Revolutionary Army's second in command would be worth watching out for anyway; that's he's also Ris' little brother, that he also has potential connections to Fire Fist through Ris…
The thought has Law's mouth twisting.
"Well, if that is all, we should be on our way. We are late, after all."
Sabo sets his finished wine glass down, stepping out of the booth and holding out a hand to Ris, who easily accepts the gesture, allowing her companion to help her to her feet.
Fixing the fringe of her black wig, she smiles, offering him a tiny wave with her free hand.
"Bye, Law. Thanks for your help and I hope we see each other again."
"Goodbye, Ris-ya."
Parting on amiable terms was the best outcome he could hope for. No, that would be a lie; the best outcome would have been Ris joining his crew, simply because she's got skills he has yet to find in another.
Regardless, they'll discover this Haki business soon enough, he knows Ermine well. Which, come to think of it-
Law shoots the Heart Pirate a look, and sure enough Ermine completely misses Law's silent question.
Because he's too busy eye-fucking up the good looking blond who's staring them both down, face cold.
Ris has already gotten to the door, though stopped to glance back and see what is taking her comrade so long.
Still the Chief of Staff stares at them as if he does not feel the weight of Ris' eyes upon him and when he speaks, his voice is cold.
"I'll be in touch."
Well shit.
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"So, Ermine was definitely eyeing you up."
Looping her arm through Sabo's (and no, it's not an excuse to be able to feel his beating heart drumming onto her skin through the cage of his ribs, not at all), Riskua grins up at her best friend, who's cheeks pinken at her words.
"He was attractive too. Shame we don't have time to really explore that," Sabo muses, tipping the brim of his hat to the marines they pass by.
Riskua hides her smile behind her hand, trying not to think too much on Sabo's words. That's what she'd done with Law, wasn't it? They'd both found each other attractive, had both explored that attraction, but Riskua hadn't felt capable of continuing, of going any further. She doesn't regret that choice, but it does leave her wondering.
Regardless, that's enough of that, they should be focusing on important things, like-
"So, that Trafa-guy-"
"Hang on, he never introduced himself."
"Please, we're the Revolutionary Army. I looked up all the data we had on people note here before we set off. We've had him noted down as a 'person of interest' simply because of his Devil Fruit. Just because he's managed to avoid getting slapped with a bounty so far doesn't mean he's slipped our notice."
Huh. That makes a startling amount of sense.
Scratching lazily at the back of her neck, Riskua huddles a bit more into her coat, stepping closer to Sabo.
Law might have claimed it a nice day, but it has nothing on a nice day on Daw Island, nevermind one on Melring.
"Anyway," Sabo continues, bouncing slightly upon his next step and Riskua eyes him with blatant suspicion, "Trafa-guy isn't bad looking, is he?"
"You don't wanna get your hand down his pants, do you, Sabo?"
The blond laughs, head thrown back and shoulders shaking. She can feel the sound rumbling around in his torso, genuine amusement evident.
"Nope, he's not my type," Sabo proclaims, "but didn't he do anything for you?"
For a moment, she wonders if Sabo's psychic, then she weighs up the pros and cons of telling Sabo what had occurred.
It's not that she's ashamed of it, but there's just some things that should be kept private. Sexual relations is one of those things, unless of course Law wanted it sharing. Until she knows that though, she'll keep in quiet. Maybe other people will have different views to her, but Riskua's of the opinion that to mention it would be to over-share.
"Well he was my type."
Skidding to a halt, Sabo's head swings around to look at her in surprise, round eyes wide as he splutters, "whoa, hold up, you have a type?"
"Yeah, doesn't everyone?"
"So, what's your type then?" Sabo asks, shaking himself slightly and beginning to walk towards the docks once again.
Riskua falls easily into step beside her friend, jamming her cold hand into Sabo's pocket, wrapping her fingers in his in an attempt to thieve some of his warmth.
Why the men in her life are always so warm, she'll never know, but if she's going to suffer through some winter islands, at least she has some way of not freezing to death. Sabo gives her hand a little squeeze, wiggling his arm free of their entanglement to wrap around her shoulders, pulling her closer to the delicious heat he gives off.
"Sorry, Sabs, my type is tall with dark hair. So unless you want to invest in some hair-dye?"
"And hide my golden locks? Never!" He laughs, light and airy, so like the Devil Fruit he has consumed.
Riskua watches him, warmth curling in her stomach, knowing this precious little golden nugget is her best friend. It doesn't matter that she's not in a relationship, not when she has this kind of goodness in her life.
She doesn't need a significant other, not when she has her Sabo. Sabo and Ace and Luffy, they're enough.
She'll deal with the sexual frustration if it ever hits, but given her reaction with Law, it's doubtful she'll ever be able to go the whole way with someone. Not unless she truly trusts them.
"What about tattoos, how'd you feel about guys with tattoos?"
"I've got a tattoo, Sabs, I'd be a bit of a hypocrite if that was a no-go."
"Beard or clean-shaven?"
"What's with all the questions?" Maybe he just wants to compare tastes, to see if they'd find the same kind of person attractive, Riskua isn't sure. She doesn't mind if that's what Sabo wants to do, to discuss who they find appealing, what kind of traits they prefer.
"Just want to know if you're into beard burn or not."
Giggling, Riskua rests her head against Sabo, letting him walk the two of them to the little boat that'd take them to their pick-up point. She recalls the scratch of Law's whiskers against her cheek and chin, the contrast it'd created against the smooth angles of his jaw.
"I don't think I mind either way," she concludes. "Anyway, enough about my preferences, what about you?"
"It's all in the attitude for me, Ri, I can't be doing with self entitled idiots."
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Lying in the hull of the boat, the clear nights sky stretched out about them, Riskua huddles a bit closer to Sabo. The thick blanket that covers them smells of him, and she's hit with a fierce longing to see the whole set complete, to have Luffy and Ace here too, to be lying beneath the flock of stars that dominate the dark sky above.
It's a painful sensation; the only time she's ever felt like she's missed someone this much was when she left Melring, when she stopped seeing her mother's face every day, when the visits from Shanks stopped, when Mihawk started only popping in once a year if she was lucky.
"I miss Ace and Luffy." The admittance comes out of her in a near broken whisper.
Sabo lazily opens one eye, and while he doesn't turn his head to look at her, his pupil is focused on her face. She must be wearing some kind of effective kicked-puppy kind of look, because the blond gathers her up in his arms and plants his chin down on her head, pressing her face into his chest.
Maybe this is what it's like having an older brother, Riskua thinks. Only if Sabo had been her brother she's quite certain she wouldn't have trusted him with half the things she already has. There's something pure and wonderful in knowing they're best friends, in knowing the only ties they have between one another are the ones they create, the ones they allow, the ones they do not cut themselves free from.
It makes her smile, lips titling up and while not a beaming grin, it's full of emotion regardless.
"I felt so lost when I first joined the Revolution," Sabo confesses, arms wrapped around her back and he's lovely and warm. "Even though Ace left first, suddenly I was surrounded by likeminded people, but it felt like I'd never been more alone in my life. And it was hard. But I knew no matter what, and no matter how I changed, as soon as I saw you, and as soon as I see Luffy and Ace again, you'll never stop accepting me for who I am. And that's the greatest feeling in the world."
Yeah, Riskua can see it, can see that being the truth. Even if Sabo killed hundreds of innocents (not that he ever would), she could never ever come to hate him. Be disappointed in his choices? Yes. Angry at him? Absolutely.
But she could never stop loving him.
"I can't wait to see them again, and it's only been a few months. I don't know how I'm gonna last."
"You'll manage, Ri. I promise."
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Wiping the sweat from his brow, Portgas D. Ace slouches against the side of the Moby's railings, feeling the familiar burn in his muscles that comes with intense exercise. Or lifting the provisions aboard, as it stands.
Just because he's naturally stronger than most people doesn't mean he doesn't feel it, especially when he's bringing so much stuff aboard. Because feeding a thousand people requires a lot of food, as Thatch constantly informs him. Still, it feels good to help out, to perform some manual labour.
It kind of reminds him of his time on Dawn. Dawn, where Luffy is right now.
The little brat will be all on his own now, won't he? Well, not quite; he's got Makino, and though they're far from sufficient company, he's got the bandits too. Though it'll probably mainly be Makino keeping his head together.
Of course, there's Garp and Hawk-Eye's visits too. Poor Luffy, having to face their shitty Gramps on his own. Ace's heart goes out to the poor guy, but after that near miss with the Hero of the Marines back on that island before Sabaody, well it's every member of the ASLR for themselves from here on out.
Ace is still in shock he'd managed to give the old man the slip, and now that he's with the Whitebeard Pirates, Garp will (god have mercy) not show his face around here. Ace's heart goes out to his little brother, but he's in no rush to see the old man again. And as for Hawk Eyes-
"Where is Riskua?"
To his dying day, Ace will deny that his instinctive reaction had been to scream and flinch away.
Whitebeard Pirates burst up onto the deck at his… unconventional warning of an intruder, but Dracule Mihawk does not move from his spot, perched upon the railings of the Moby Dick as he is.
Holy everlasting fuck, what is this scary as fuck asshole doing here?
It feels like Ace's heart is running overtime, slamming into his lungs and making it hard to gasp for breath.
"What the- Hawk Eyes?!"
Thatch, that's Thatch spluttering behind him and Ace forces himself to focus.
Because Dracule Mihawk (who is apparently the World's Greatest Swordsman, Ace had learnt upon setting out and it's no fucking wonder they could never beat him back on Dawn) has all but invaded the Moby.
"Answer the question, Portgas. Or need we revisit your childhood before I get my answer."
"Fuck you, I could beat you now," Ace snaps back, folding his arms across his chest with a frown marring his face.
He's very conscious of the fact Hawk Eyes won't attack him, if only because that would invoke the wrath of every single person on board, and Hawk Eyes might be good, but he's not that good.
From his face, the bastard knows it too given his frown, even as his eyes drill into Ace.
Aware of all the people that are watching the two of them, Ace slumps slightly, unfolding his arms.
He can't really not tell the man. He'd only ever kidnapped Riskua for training in their childhood, to ensure she was capable of protecting herself. Clearly he hadn't known they'd agreed to set out from their island on their seventeenth birthday, otherwise he wouldn't be here asking that question.
"I don't know, I haven't seen her since I left."
He hasn't seen Sabo or Luffy or Riskua for a whole year and a half now. No, more than a year and a half. Twenty months.
Has it really only been twenty months since he set off? But when he considers it in the terms of not having seen his brothers, his best friend in that long, it seems like a century has passed.
"The Monkey said she joined the Revolution."
Well shit. She's with Sabo then.
Jealousy roars through Ace's limbs for a moment, until he manages to push it back. It doesn't matter than Riskua has decided to go work with Sabo until Luffy's old enough to set sail; even if she wanted to join him on his little adventure as a pirate, it's not like she could find him. Or temporarily join the Whitebeards as she has probably done the Revolution.
After that single moment of envy passes, relief settles in Ace's gut. That's why there's no wanted poster, no sightings.
She's actively working to stay hidden as a Revolutionary, and she's with Sabo. His blond brother will not allow anything to happen to her, and she will not allow anything to happen to him. They're safe with each other.
"Well I've not seen either of them since I set off," Ace informs the man, watching as famous yellow eyes narrow in annoyance.
He leaps from the side of the ship without a word, leaving Ace stood on the deck with two divisions worth of brothers, along with a rudely awakened Marco.
"Ace, what the hell was that, yoi?"
The freckled male blinks slowly, worrying his lip between his teeth, because how could he tell his brothers about Riskua and Sabo when they're both clearly safer undercover? If the entirety of the Whitebeard Pirates finds out about them; well Ace isn't gonna lie to himself; they're a nosy bunch.
Still, these people are his new family, so maybe he could…
No, Sabo and Riskua wouldn't be happy about it.
Argh! Trusting more people is hard.
"Ace, are you-"
That's the last Ace hears before his narcolepsy kicks in and solves the conundrum for him.
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So, this was all wrote in about a 12 hour window, so forgive any mistakes (AKA, please gently point them out to the tired author and let her fix them, pretty please?)
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It's fantastic to get such a variety of feedback, though given that the last chapter included 'mature content', I was sort of expecting it.
I'm not going to gloss over things like that, because becoming an adult as Riskua currently is means exploring ones sexuality,and you know, this is her tale. It's part of her development as a person, and I'm not going to ignore that aspect of her character. It won't be a common occurrence in this fic, even when we get to the eventual pairing, because this isn't a 'romance' fic. It's about the bonds Riskua develops on her adventure, and how she's changing the world around her. So while there will be very little sexual stuff in this, it is gonna happen at some point, because for most people, that's how life goes.
But yeah, it was nice to get all your opinion on that, so thanks, lovelies. (I had more to say on this, but I'm too tired to remember what)
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If you have any burning questions, I've got a much better track record of replying over on 'tsume-yuki. tumblr. com' (plus there's even more gorgeous fanart on there; you all spoil me so much and it really does fuel my writing)
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Until next time,
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Tsume
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