Chapter Seven- Feelings and trust
I hear your calls! It's been so many months since my last update. I do feel bad for those of you that have waited and hopefully all of you are still there.
Ace & Sabo
Many trees' torn from the ground, cliffs crumbled and an intense heat that could turn the sand to glass. It had been half an hour since their fight had begun. Half an hour of exchanging punches, kicks, basically anything they could physically exchange.
Now Ace's tail quickly swung round, destroying a boulder as Sabo ducked to the ground. The rock shattered, raining upon them. Sabo waiting no time, quickly hit them in mid-air transforming them to cannonballs, shooting at Ace. However Ace bolted towards the oncoming fire and to Sabo. The rocks hit, but didn't stop. Phasing through his body of fire, not bothering him. There was a piece heading right for his head, he was about to ignore it like the rest but something was off. His eyes widen as it got closer, too close. Luckily he dodged to the side as it came, instead hitting the sand. He looked to it then to Sabo, to the weapon he held. From inspection he confirmed what the object was, Sabo's pipe cape. Of course Sabo's pipe was no ordinary, after all this is the grand Line, filled with Devil fruit users. So obviously Sabo's pipe was made of Kairoseki (Sea stone). 'That smart bastard.' Ace raised his hand, "Hiken!"
Sabo was slightly disappointed that his plan hadn't worked out. Seeing Ace's signature move Sabo's surveys around him, only to discover he had no cover. 'Damn', so he spun his pipe in front of him at incredible speed, like a propeller. It seemed to work as the fire hit off his weapon, but the fire was increasing and started to heat up the metal in his hands, overwhelming him. Then the fire engulfed him.
It seemed like forever for the fire to dissipate, in real time it was only minutes, revealing Sabo's huddled and black form. His clothes were just about no more, only leaving in what were boxers but were hardly holding together themselves. Standing up, Sabo peered down, growling at more off his clothes being ruined. "You're paying for that one," Sabo informed, thinking how he'll now need to buy more clothes, again. He wiped the soot off his body, revealing his yellow scales that had protected him.
"That's all you care about isn't it! It's just damn clothes." Ace exclaimed going in for a right hook.
"What are you blabbering about now?" Sabo leapt back.
"Don't play dumb, we're supposed to be brothers yet all this time you act like Lu is second priority. Even at the auction when you came out you were so calm. How could you, after see that thing? Knowing that they used that on him makes my blood boil; I wish I had killed every single of those damn marines, but no. You didn't even shed a tear and even dragged us out of there!" Ace stroked another punch which to a stunned Sabo. "Even now you halt me. Why?!" His rage blinding him that he was unaware of the dark swirling aura shadowing around Sabo. "Have you stopped car-"
Suddenly Sabo uppercutted Ace in the jaw and lifting him into the air.He quickly followed it by a jab to the chest, knocking the wind out of Ace and slamming his bodybackwards into the sand.Sabo then clambered on top of Ace, pinning him down by the shoulders. The two continue to struggle but Sabo held his position, caging Ace further angering the beast.
"Don't you don't care what happens anymore?!" Ace finally screamed. As soon as the words left him, everything thing froze. The fog cleared Ace mind leaving to realise what he'd just said, and witnessing they effect it had. A statue of Sabo loomed over him, still, heavy and now lifeless. Ace couldn't measure the amount of regret he felt right then, watching the dark aura shrouding Sabo, the gradual trembling of the hands gripping him but most of all he regretted causing those blue eyes to look down on with such sadness. "Sabo, I-"
"Of course I damn well care! You think you're the only one that's worried?!" Sabo yelled, tears start to welled in his eyes. "You think I'm calm?! How can I be calm when our hatchling isn't here, without us?! Or when I can feel the pain you're in? Do you even realise how I feel every time you fly off, wondering if you're alright, if I'll see again soon, but most of all that I won't be there for you, that I'll fail you again." Sabo whole body trembled, tears splashing down onto Ace's face. "That day…That day haunts me none stop, the ash, the blood, finding you in that…"
"Sabo, Stop." Ace quickly sat up, hugging his kin firmly.
However Sabo shook his head, shrugging off Ace's comforting warmth.
Ace wanted to reach out when Sabo got up but his body hadn't listened. Leaving him to watch his brother stumble away, as the distance grew so did the guilt. He looked at his clawed hand with selflothing, he had just raised his hand to his kin with the intent to harm. Wht was he thinking! He had hurt Sabo! And now because of his own selfishness he'd lost Sabo. He punched the sand, 'Shit!'
Marco
It's been awhile since Marco had rushed Thatch to the infirmary, followed by the nurses forcing him out, this whole time without any news on their brother's condition. Usually he hardly worried about his family when they're sent to the Doc, being tough as nails he knew that they'll be fine. However this time that bite clung to his memory, he hadn't had a good look at it but it was enough to worry Marco, and time wasn't helping just building his concerns. Many others had approached him, especially Thatch's fourth division panicked after hearing their commander was injured. Those closer to the commander were even tearing up.
Of course there were rumours, after all it's impossible, even for a large ship such as the Moby Dick and when so many had witnessed it. Rumours spread like a disease infecting the crew with each word. But like all gossip, the further it stretched the more it had been altered. Marco groaned, it was time like these that most of the crew would swarm him thus a headache was starting to form from all the voices.
Marco had corrected and reassured those who approached him about the subject, he found his brothers' imaginations to be ridiculous At times he heard about a stowaway reaping revenge due to Thatch messing with their woman, these were the most realistic and believable ones. But then there were the strange and inconceivable ones, at one point someone asked 'Is Thatch safe? Has someone really turned cannibal?' How did they end up with that one? Sure the food was deceasing, but not enough that they were in danger, especially cannibalism.
Things definitely get out of hand when their family got protective. Now a lot are wanting to find the attacker. He wouldn't mind joining, but being the first division commander he couldn't let his feelings fog his judgement. Right now an unknown and possibly dangerous animal are on board and he couldn't let the situation get any worse by allowing to search for it. Otherwise more members will no doubt be joining Thatch.
"Rikkan, Manellum." Marco called out to two of his division members standing nearby, whom immediately rushed over to him. "I need you both to gather the commanders with Pops for a meeting. Also inform each one to hold off their division on looking for the attacker." He saw the confusion they founded from that last sentence, but listened anyhow, trusting Marco's leadership.
Luffy
Meanwhile far beneath the floorboards was Luffy, in his dragon form. He panted heavily from the race he'd achieved back to his nest. His little body trembled from the exhaustion and shock. ... He felt his kin's feelings surge with anger and worry, no doubt corncered for him and cursing the pirate. He returned his family's feelings. He growled, thinking back to how the man had his brothers. 'I'm okay', he tried to reasurre his brothers however their feelings surged again. Looking down, eyes widen finally understanding why they were so stressed. Luffy's slightly dissapointed not noticing the blood covering his sholuder. When had he started bleeding? He doesn't feel any pain? He sniffed causing him to hiss from anoyance. It was the strangers blood. Luffy immedietly lapped the blood off the bond marks, determined to rid the foreign substance blemishing them. The reminder of why it was there in the first place made him annoyed not just with the perpetrator but with himself for allowing someone else to touch his brothers. With the last few licks, he inspected the skin. Luffy was almost satisfied finding not speck left, but the smell hadn't. It's then he realised that the blood dripped onto the fabric beneath him, soaking in and ruining his nest. He couldn't have that. Biting the material, he dragged it out from his nest.
Whitebeards
When Marco entered the meeting room he was satisfied to find all had received the order, being gathered there. They parted letting the first commander through leading him in front of Pops. From the way Pops was looking down at him, it's easy to assume that he had been updated probably by Izo or Namur.
"How is he?" His captain asked the words that was on all their minds. Unfortunately Marco had nothing positive to give them. His father understood his silence, responding with a tired grunt.
"Jozu is on standby outside the infirmary at the moment, we're still waiting on any updates." Pops hummed at the information, eyes not leaving his downcast form.
Whitebeard stared at his son momentarily before leaning forward, looming above him. His giant hand patted Marco from behind, slightly jolting the smaller pirate out of step. "Thatch is one of the most energetic and strong pirates you'll ever see, son. He'll be fine." He grinned reassuringly.
"Pops, his arm." Haruta reminded. All the commanders looked up to their captain with grim expressions.
"I understand all your worries, my sons. However not matter the results, being now or in the future, we, our family, will be here to support them. No matter the case." The crew nodded determinedly, after all Pops was right. Some of them had suffered injuries, minor to serious, over their years of piracy. If they lost a limb they'll build a better one, if someone lost their sight they'll train them to no longer need them, no matter what they'd helped their family though it. Some were already starting to share ideas to help.
"Hopefully he'll recover quickly." Marco spoke.
"Aw~, you really do care." Suddenly they acknowledge the subject of their worries standing right next to them, appearing out of nowhere.
"That's too quick!" A few yelled, shocked by Thatch's sudden presence. After all he should be in the infirmary. Immediately everyone noted the lack of Thatch's chef's jacket instead in it's place he wore a tank top, thus displaying the new accessory wrapping his arm. The crew could feel the tension rise, staring at the limp limb. Even a few closer members could see pieces of blood that'd seeped through the white cloth, creating a spotted arch. Right now one thing was on everyone's mind, but no one spoke worrying for the worse. But the unwanted haunted stares gave them away.
"Relax guys, my arms fine. Look." Thatch waving his arm.
"What are you doing here, shouldn't you be in the infirmary?" Haruta asked, not satisfied when seeing Thatch so pale, obviously from the blood loss.
"He was supposed to stay for the rest of the day, but then Thatch ..." Jozu crossed his arms, eyes pointing to Thatch. He didn't have to finish for them to understand. After all it's common knowledge on their ship to know that Thatch hated being in the infirmary, especially being bored. It's the main reason why he loves pulling pranks. So when Thatch is told to stay in the infirmary on bed rest, well, it doesn't go down well. "It was pathetic, he was clinging to the Doc's leg with one arm, begging. Doc wasn't happy that he was likely irritating the wound so they let him out as long as he doesn't do any strenuous work."
"That stubborn old goat wasn't being fair. He was naming thousands of things that I can't do, it would've been shorter if he just made a list of what I can do. Seriously, treating me like a child." Thatch complained. At that all the commanders gave Thatch a look, 'You are a child,' they thought.
"So… no serious damage?" Namur stepped in.
"Yeah, sorry for worrying you guys." Thatch rubbed the back off his neck with an apologetic smile. "But don't worry it's fine." Further demonstrating the bandage arm.
"If it's 'fine', how come your face appears stained as a bow string." Vista remarked.
The only one truly buying Thatch's poor charade was the man himself. He continued trying to convince his brothers of his wellbeing that is until the limb spasm sending involuntary sparks jolting through his body. Instinctually Thatch brought the arm closer to him protectively.
"You dolt! Stop pushing yourself, you'll reopen the wounds. I swear if you weren't injured, I'd slap you like you deserve." Izo berated. Though still concerned for him, a wave of relief washed over all them. Glad to see that Thatch hadn't lost the use of his arm. As well as it appeared Thatch was still… well, Thatch.
"Seriously Thatch, I'm surprise you can move it at all. What I'd like to know how the one of the strongest commanders ended up competing for your arm in the first place?" The moment Fossa finished his question, it wasn't long for all of them to learn of Thatch's prior activity. "Out of all the moronic things you've done this takes the top. No wonder you ended up in this state. You tempted fate too much this time, nearly costing your arm."
"All right! Could you all stop with the comments. Seriously I'm okay. Sure my idea may have backfired this time." Brows raised and accusing glares were aimed at him, knowing that this was more than a backfire. "But next time my plan will work."
"Son," Whitebeard's deep voice called out. The large man leaned out of his seat, reaching out to Thatch. "We are just concerned about you. Your brothers worry, you shouldn't push aside their concerns."
Thatch huffed, his body sagged. Of course he knew his family cared about him as he did for them. He just felt that they were over reacting. "Many saw the large amount of blood you had lost on deck. You can only imagine what we all thought as Marco rushed you to the infirmary." Thatch's mind froze, hearing Pops' words. Had he really caused that much trouble? Thatch cursed himself inwardly.
"I'm sorry, Pops." Thatch sincerely bowed his head.
Whitebeard smiled, ruffling the top of Thatch's head. Causing Thatch seconds later to grumble about his ruined pompadour. However Whitebeard could see the small smile returning to his son's face, which he gave a low chuckle. The air became cheerier, a wave of chuckles and cheeky comments passing over.
"Oh! Namur tha..." Thatch moved closer, but paused in his words as his brother subtly gave him this strange look. Shrugging it off Thatch stepped forward butNamur retreated back, which puzzled Thatch by his brother's behaviour. Seemed that he wasn't the only one that had noticed.
"Is something wrong?" Marco asked, watching Namur eyeing Thatch up and down. The fishman didn't respond immediately instead he slightly lent forth, taking a sniff. Quickly Namur repelled as if he had been burnt, confusing those watching further.
"Stinks," Namur finally answered.
"Namur, your words wound me." Thatch placed a hand to his chest, but Namur just rolled his eyes at his brother's dramatic gesture. "How could you say such a thing to one of the most well-groomed and stylish pirates out there. I'll have you my stuff isn't-"
"Not you, that," Namur interrupted, pointing to the bandaged arm. Which caught the group's curiosity; sure they knew fishmen have enhanced senses even while on the surface. Even Namur being a predator species, was sensitive to smells especially blood. But it wasn't exactly the first time the fishman had smelt blood so shouldn't really be bothering him now.
"It's possible that you smell the animal from the bite." Marco suggested, while Namur closed in on the fourth commander. He quickly leaned forth trying to smell the man down.
"Whoa, bro! That's my personal space." Thatch pushed with one arm, but Namur strangely, doesn't retreat. On the one hand Namur does glance up to the taller man.
"Sorry Thatch, just got caught up in it." His focus shifted between the arm and Thatch once more before holding out his scaly hand. "Do you mind?"
"Doesn't bother me." He answered, letting his brother gently clasp his aching limb. And allowing Namur to manoeuvre it as he wished. Meanwhile all the commanders held their silence, immersed with the two before them. First, Namur sniffed the bandage then quickly moved to the hand, mindful when turning it palm up, pausing when Thatch winced uncomfortably. He took longer inspecting the palm.
It was evident that Namur discovered something when he stared at the skin suspiciously. Then he unwrapped the cloth.
"Holy shit! I thought that you fought against a pest, not a beast." Someone exclaimed. Eyes couldn't tear away from the horrid sight, Thatch's arm looked like it had been caught in a blender. Gruesome was an understatement to say the least. Multiple gashes sliced across the skin accompanied by an arch of puncture wounds no doubt where the animal had bitten him, hard. It's extremely concerning due to how deep the bite appeared to be, along with the crowd full of stitches. Though no one said anything in that moment it was obvious that Thatch's arm would never forget the incident. So close to losing its own existence. 'How the hell is it still moving?' some thought. Mixture of feelings spread, anger, sorrow, and regret as they thought of the possible outcome. Knowing how important their brother's arms were, for cooking and his duel sword fighting.
Namur's clawed finger ghost over each wound, inspecting them either with a 'hmm' or a scowl. It's not long 'til Namur seemed satisfied. The moment he released Thatch's wrist the peace shattered. Questions, accusations flew around as well as expectant eyes falling onto him. It's now that the fishman realised that this must be how doctors felt when being interrogated by the patient's family. Oh he needed to treat the Doc if the man had to deal with this each time one of them was injured.
"Any idea what it is, Namur?" Marco spoke above them.
"Not particularly, the jagged puncture wounds indicate a carnivore, most likely with teeth sharper than mine. If that's the case it's a predator that could possibly feed on humans." The theory had raised a lot of concerns, if what their brother was suggesting then their family's safety was at risk.
"Hang on a minute, then how come it hasn't attacked us yet?"
"Don't know, there are multiple reasons why other animals don't attack us. For example, they're not big enough, sometimes it's because we stink to them, but mainly animals just wait until they have a chance." Namur explained.
"That doesn't make sense, even with any of those reasons that creature had the chance to have a piece of Thatch. So why didn't it?" Haruta brought up an important point, leaving more questions.
"Maybe Thatch wasn't tasty or he stinks."
"Hey, I'm right here you know." Thatch complained.
It's then that Whitebeard interrupted, drawing his son's attention with a bit of coughing. "Son, you mentioned something about the smell before. Explain what you found strange."
"Well, apart from the Thatch's injury there wasn't anything I could properly detect due to the disinfectant." Namur then pointed to Thatch's hand. "On the other hand, There are over powering scents from his hand."
"Well he did grab the animal," Izo stated.
"This is concerning." Whitebeard spoke.
"Pop's, you don't mean." Marco spoke, worryingly looking to his captain, only to receive a curt nod. Marco grumbled, this was going to cause more problems. He turned back to the rest of the group. "Listen up. From now on everyone needs to be on their guard, especially at night from now on until we're sure."
"Sure of what?" Haruta inquired, whereas it looked like some of the other members had now caught on.
"Think about it. 'Over powering scents', it's very possible that there is more than one. Not only that, they're territorial. Until we get a handle on this, we have to consider that this 'pack' may harm us." Marco explained. Already thinking of the cautionary measures he'll need to write out.
"Great, so there's more than one. So what's the plan, are we going to start laying traps down for it? Hopefully it's something better than Thatch's handy work." This causing said man to glare at Izo. The commanders gradually started suggesting various ideas, from harmless traps to violent ones such as bear traps.
All the while through the discussion their father had stayed silent. Not long Whitebeard felt a slight tug at his leg. Peering down, he found Thatch standing by his large feet.
"Hey Pops, Can I have a word?" Thatch smiled up to him.
"What are you thinking about Marco?" Namur stood beside Marco.
"Just about the recent reports," His brother gave him a silent look 'explain'. "A lot has been going missing since Fishman Island, not just food but pillows, blankets and clothes. It's likely that our stowaway's have built a nest. Guess I'll have a division search the ship for it, shouldn't be an issue."
"I don't think that's a good idea." Namur continued, before Marco could ask for his reasoning. "Truthfully that'll do more damage than good. If you did, they would certainly lash back, feeling threatened." The image of more of their family flashed in their minds. That's a result both would rather avoid. Marco turned to Namur, being a fishman, Namur had better knowledge about animals. Said knowledge had saved them quite a few times in the past.
"What do you suggest we d-" 'SLAM', silence fell over the group and the commander's attention is completely on their father. Whom had slammed his fist on his chair.
"Pops?" a few whispered.
"From now on, everyone will have to be cautious for the time being. Also anything you believe concerning the stowaway is to report immediately to Thatch." Confused and curious, they waited for an explanation but none came. So they just nodded, trusting their father. Whitebeard grunted in satisfaction then turned back to his son. "Thatch, I'll let you handle this for now. However I expect you have learned your lesson and won't underestimate your opponent again."
"Pops," Thatch grinned up to him, understanding his father's concerns. Honestly, it made them feel glad knowing how much their old man cared for them, even though he knew and trusted them to look after themselves. Slowly the meeting disbursed.
Meanwhile as Thatch happily strolled away, a certain brother couldn't stop his eyes trailing after the man. Sighing, Marco trusted his family even Pops but sometimes he just couldn't leave things as it was. Marco noted to hunt down Thatch later.
THATCH
Thatch had waited all day pondering, planning to do about the little stowaway. Finally he's able to put his new plan into action. Thatch moved along the kitchen excitedly and confidently, picking various items, ingredients, and would chop away then sweeping each new piece into the waiting pot.
"I thought the doctor told you that you should be resting that arm for a week, before cooking again." Turning around he's faced with an unhappy Marco standing at the door, a hand at the hip. He didn't miss the slight tapping of a foot, signalling his displeasure.
Thatch pouted, disappointed to be caught in the act. Knife still in hand, he raised his hands performing a shrug. "I'll die of boredom if I don't do something, I'm just passing the time. Besides It's not that bad." He continued to chop the vegetables.
"Stop being stubborn. You can say that all you want, but I know otherwise." Knowing Thatch for years, Marco was able to see through the man's mask. He'd seen that bite and knew that even a giant would find it discomforting. "Or shall I tell Doc." Marco threatened.
"You wouldn't." Thatch gasped. Watching the man stroll closer and seat himself at the breakfast counter before leaning back and the look Marco had, called his dare. "Uh, okay. How about a compromise? I'll stop cooking for the crew until I'm completely healed, however I'm allowed to cook meals for at least one member? That way I don't get too~ bored and stay out of your hair."
Though Marco seemed to ponder the deal, Thatch could see the balance wasn't in his favour, knowing how stubborn Marco was, especially when dealing out the Doc's orders. It's times like this that he could sympathise with Pops. "I'll even halt all pranking activity for three… No, four days." Thatch throws in, displaying the number with his fingers.
"One?" Marco huffed, Thatch nodded desperately with a small smile. "I guess I can allow you to cook for yourself."
"Nah, It's not for me." Thatch resumed chopping up the Sea King meat.
"Oh? Then who's the unfortunate one then?"
"That's rude. You can't deny my food is wonderful, you'll miss it. Anyway I'm cooking for Toothy." he revealed.
It took a moment for Marco to register what his brother said. His face changed from bewildered, realisation to disbelief then he just face palmed. "Why?" Almost not wanting to know what Thatch was up to now.
"Well what else was I going to call it? Jaws? Beast?" Thatch mocked. "Whereas Toothy is cute," as well as he's hand first-hand experience against those teeth, he deemed to leave that point out. Either way deemed his name choice perfect.
"You don't know what it looks like or what it is, yet you assume it's cute." Marco stated, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He hardly ever could understand Thatch; this was one of those times and beyond. "Thatch I really think that bite's infected and gone to your head. What I meant was why did you name it?" Marco repeated the question. "You're even making food for it. Someone would think that you're keeping a pet."
If it was anyone but Marco or Pops then the twitch in Thatch's smile would've gone unnoticed. As the silence increased between them so did the weird sweat forming on Thatch's face. If those weren't suspicious enough then Thatch's avoiding eyes sure were. Marco aimed a stern glare at the other, as if saying 'confess'.
Thatch tried to change the subject multiple times, only to fall silent after seeing Marco's annoyance sprout with each sentence.
"Thatch," Marco's brows furrowed.
"Okay!" Thatch slumped, finally breaking under the pressure. Knowing the man wouldn't let it drop. "Man, Marc you really know how to kill a surprise. Can't a guy have a little fun," he grumbled.
"When that guy is you? No." Marco crossed his arms, leaning back into his seat. "Really, What made you think this was a good idea. You were lucky that you still got away in one piece now you want to give it another chance at the rest of you?"
"That won't happen. I assure you nothing bad will happen, 'Toothy' just needs a little taming."
"You've completely lost it. And Pops allowed this?" Thatch nodded, continuing to cook.
"Remember Stefan?" Thatch asked.
How could he ever forget Stefan. Only the older members remember about him, being there at the beginning of the Whitebeard pirates, not only as a member but he was Pops' pet. Of course being part of their crew meant he was no ordinary dog. Stefan was the most viscous dog they'd ever met, if it wasn't his loyalty to Pops they wouldn't have known how to handle the animal. It took months for Marco to approach Stefan without his guard up. Marco smirked remembering everyone's shock, him included, when Stefan finally allowed him to pet him, then them crying out in jealousy.
"Well, I inquired how Pops got Stefan to be so loyal."
"So you plan on recreating that situation?"
"God no. I failed in the tug of war so wrestling it into submission is definitely out. Nah, even Pops recommended not to copy his actions." Remembering their captains words. 'Son, sometimes the slowest approach is better than the short cut. All you need between man and an animal is trust. For trust to grow you must build a foundation, how you do it depends on you.'
"I plan to build my foundation with my cooking. Not even the lady of the sea herself can turn away my master piece." He exclaims proudly, while stirring the pot over the stove.
Marco decided that he was missing a certain piece here, due to not understanding the loons words. He really wish the man would make sense, as well as stop with the crazy, reckless ideas. He could feel this resulting badly. "Thatch-"
"Come on Marco, by doing this we'll have a new member."
"Or lose one."
"Don't you trust me to handle this?" Thatch placed a hand to his chest, giving a hurtful expression.
Marco groaned, he should've known Thatch would've played that dirty card. 'Dam you,' He cursed the red head, he'll need to get back at him for that. "Fine, I'll leave it for now." Instantly Thatch's crocodile tears are gone, annoying Marco, knowing that he was force to give in to such a cheap trick. "However, I want to be kept in the loop."
"No problem," Thatch mockingly saluted as Marco stood up. "Would you like a report with that?" he teased, knowing the mountains paper work Marco already had to deal with. The 'don't you dare' look targeted at him was answer enough. "Oh, Marc," catching the man at the door. "Could you keep this between us?" Thatch placed a finger before his lips, a gesture to keep quiet. He even dragged out a 'please', begging his brother.
"I promise, just make sure to keep to yours. And Thatch, be careful." Marco left, leaving Thatch alone to his own devices.
'He really is a mother hen,' Thatch inwardly chuckled, continuing with his cooking.
Unbeknown to him his plan maybe working to well as a certain someone was already making their way through the vents desperately.
Luffy
Luffy's mouth watered at the smell even his tummy cried motivating him to crawl further. Each step was quickly closing the gap while weaving in every direction through the ventilation. Finally turning over a corner, there's a light seeping into the thick darkness. Luffy scurried towards the opening excitedly.
Suddenly he froze, 'danger' his instincts warned. It then he heard faint sound of voices. 'Someone's in the kitchen', he became frustrated. Even more so when he smelt a scent of familiar tobacco which he recognised as Beaver head's. After last time this was likely to be a trap too, remembering how he got away by the skin of his teeth.
He stared at the opening desperately unable to move further to it. Maybe he could snatch up just a small piece. 'No!' Luffy shook his head, thinking about his brothers' recent lecture, he couldn't get caught again, he couldn't upset his kin instead he wanted to show them that he could be dependable. But what could he do?
'What would they do?' He pondered. Sabo would silently stalk his prey whereas Ace would enjoy a chase before striking down the animal.
Flashback
"Ne, Sabo, Ace!" Luffy had excitedly running into the clearing, and crashing onto Sabo's back. Crushing the air out of the blonde brother.
"What's wrong Luffy?" Ace smirked; amused that it wasn't him taking the brunt of Luffy's actions today.
Luffy shook his head, smiling. "Nothing's wrong." Feeling something shift beneath him He looked down. "Sabo, you look tired. That's not good. Do you need meat?"
"I was resting Lu, until you jumped on me." Sabo huffed, sitting up and settling the boy in his lap.
"Sorry," Luffy giggled.
"So was there something you wanted?" Sabo asked.
"Oh yeah!" Remembering his objective, climbing out of Sabo's lap and stood in the centre. Pushing out his chest out, hands on his sides, finally Luffy announced proudly. "I created a new move!"
"Oh~," they both spoke. It then they notice the few new scratch marks covering their hatchlings face and arms. "Lu, have you tested it?" Sabo asked. Fortunately for them Luffy was a terrible liar. So when Luffy eyes strayed off to the side and sucked in his lips, it's obvious for the two brothers what the answer was. "Lu," Sabo crossed his arms. "You remember what we said right?" he received a nod. "And yet you practiced a new move without one of us nearby. What if you had fallen into the water again?"
"I didn't," Luffy pouted.
Ace and Sabo just sighed familiar with this argument and knowing they won't be getting anywhere. "So are you going to show us then?" Ace trying to change the subject.
Luffy brightened back up. "Okay. Gomu Gomu No... Pufferfish!" Suddenly Luffy's head inflated to the size of a grown human. Meanwhile his brothers watched on with confusion then worry, seeing Luffy's face begin to change colour. From red to purple, getting darker and darker.
"Luffy, breath!" They panicked, though slightly relieved that their hatchling had listened. Finally releasing his breath, like a deflating a balloon as it 'whooshed' out of his tiny body, until leaving him panting and laying on the floor.
"What were you doing?!" Ace yelled as he and Sabo close in. Sabo picked him up, giving a quick in the eyes and ears. Satisfied there was no damage. "Lu, you could've damaged your hearing. Even knocked yourself out." Sabo informed.
"No way!" Luffy gasped.
"Really what were you trying to do?" Ace calming down from another Luffy panic.
"I was trying to be intim- matating."
"The word is intimidating," Sabo corrected when he saw Ace's brows furrow from further confusion.
"Yeah, that." Luffy nodded. "Sabo told me how animals blow up their faces to scare away others." The explanation had caused Ace to glare at mention brother, who raised his hands up and leaning away, at the possibility of being hit.
"It was from a book, how was I supposed to know he would get an idea from that." Sabo defended himself, while Ace's eyes stating 'Really? This is Luffy.' Then Sabo received a punch to the arm. Rubbing the limb, he mumbled about getting the other back, turning back to Luffy. "Listen Lu, from now on you're not allowed to that move." Luffy opened his mouth but Sabo continued. "I know what the book said, but we haven't evolved to develop such skills." Obviously Luffy didn't understand the explanation, Sabo sighed. "Just promise you won't do it again, it can because you harm. Okay?"
Luffy gave nod, not fully getting it but he understood at least that it was bad, so he'll listen to his kin. "But I want to be intimidating." He whined.
"There are other ways you can be. All you have to do is be scary, right?"
"Yeah!" Luffy exclaimed, fists pumped.
"As if," Ace uttered. "Look at him, he's too cute. He couldn't frighten a bird."
"I could too!" He argued. This began a cycle between Luffy and Ace, of 'are not' and 'are to." At one point it had swapped around. "You'll see, I'll be bigger than Ace then you'll be scared and I'll be the bigger brother!"
"I'll still be the big brother, you don't become a big brother by size." The news seeped into Luffy slowly. He blinked, once, twice then he yelled, messing his hair in frustration.
"Okay, that's enough. Ace, go and get us some food."
"Huh, why do I…" Ace shut his trap, Sabo giving him a wicked smile that promised pure evil if he didn't go now. 'We'll I guess I could stretch my legs with a chase.' Ace trailed away into the jungle.
"It's alright, Lu." Sabo threading his fingers through his raven hair. Comforting Luffy as he leaned into the touch. Honestly Sabo couldn't deny what Ace had said, Luffy's without a doubt was the most adorable little brother ever, putting the cutest, fluffiest animal to shame. Right now, he'll keep that to himself. … then again knowing Luffy he'll end up doing another daft idea. Sabo pondered about the problem, before long he was smirking evilly, glancing to the trees where Ace had disappeared between. "Hey, Lu. You really want to be intimidating?" He received a nod. "Then how about we teach Ace how scary you can be?" Sabo grinned mischievously upon Luffy, receiving a curious look back.
"How?"
"I'll teach you. First you need prey."
"Bear!" Luffy sated, clambering out of Sabo's lap as his brother got up.
"Good, but I have something else in mind." Sabo's smile increased. Picking up Luffy and placing him on his hip. As they stroll into the jungle, Sabo continuing to talk. "What you'll need to do is hide and stay low then, do exactly as I say…" he whispers into the boys ear, which Luffy had to cover his mouth so not to giggle.
End Flashback
Mimicking the memory, 'First make your presence known' Sabo's words whispering in his mind. He started thumping his tail against the metal surfaces around him. 'Give the meanest snarl,' he draws out the deepest sound he could muster. No response. He repeated the actions again increasing the volume. Still nothing. This time Luffy smacked down his tail so hard creating a thunderous metallic bang. The effect was instantaneous, there's a yelp, crash and a thud.
"Shit," the voice grumbled. The stranger had fallen right in front the opening, revealing that it was indeed beaver head. Luckily Luffy had was hidden amongst the darkness however as the pirate clambered up, he backed up further in deciding he was too close for comfort.
"Whoa, come on. Don't run away." Beaver head spoke, having heard him scuffling away. "What happened to that daring guy taking food right from my hand?" he teased, grinning at the hole. A growl echoes out the tunnel at the mention of the incident. "That's good to hear," he responded, which would make any standbys wonder what he had interpreted the beastly sound as.
There was a tense, pregnant pause before Beaver head spoke again, "Sorry about spooking you", which was meet with the same prior answer as if to say 'I wasn't scared,' resulting the man to smirk.
Luffy watched as the human conversed to him - well to the vent - he should turn back to the nest especially this human had hurt his brothers; he couldn't let him have the chance again. On the other hand, he was intrigued by the bizarre behaviour, not to mention it had been so long since someone had spoken to him, which weren't orders or insults.
Sitting the awkwardly the pirate appeared to be pondering over something, his fingers repeating gracing over the injured forearm, they start to fiddle with the bandage. "... Everyone believes that you're just some dangerous feral animal, who wouldn't. Got to admit you put up one hell of a fight for a little guy."
Luffy snorted at the compliment, of course he was strong since his brothers had made sure he was at least able to fend for himself.
"... but I can't blame you. Anyone would retaliate when grabbed, I probably would've knocked the guy out. You just felt threaten and defended yourself. Namur was right when karma biting back, I guess this was one of those times I should have listen." He gave a half-smile.
Luffy was confused by the pirate's sheepish behaviour finding it to be out of character for the man. Ever since he'd boarded, he categorised beaver head as the jester of the ship, due to the man's loud, bold and dramatic personality. Not at all like the blushing man in front of him, grumbling something about being glad no one else was there and being a man.
"I'm sorry." It was so unexpected as the human swiftly bowed his head low, with a sincere expression. "I apologise for hurting you, also I'm for trying to starve you and bait you out. It wasn't fair... for anyone, you were desperate and I took advantage of that."
Luffy stared at the other like he had suddenly grown two heads, the human had apologised. The human had apologised to him. It had been far too long since he had heard such words, through his entire life only his family had said such words, even during his imprisonment not once was he displayed with such kindness. To others the action would seem so little whereas for Luffy it meant so much more. So overwhelmed by the words that tears began to well up in his eyes, as a piece of darkness faded.
No long there's a yip followed by a long pair of whines. Confusion covered the man's features due to the mixture of sounds. Minutes drifted 'til a switch clicked, 'He's apologising back?' before giving a reassuring grin. "Don't worry about it, this is just a flesh wound. You're strong I won't deny that, but it'll take a lot more than that to stop me. I appreciate your concern." Crossing his arms over his puffed out chest, with proud and determined eyes. "So how about we start all over. My name's Thatch, I'm the cook of the ship..."
Luffy marvelled, listening as his company chattered about himself. He silently giggled about the various trouble the human always seemed to find himself in, either from accidents like the time three trees fell on him at the same time! Or by his own faults such as pranking his brothers. He couldn't help gaze fondly at the mention of family, Luffy had special sympathy as love practically radiated off him.
The one sided conversation stretched on but for them it flew with each new story. At one point he's sure he heard something about a mango which looked like pineapple that can change into a turkey. Just the thought made Luffy's head lull in a puddle of drool. How he wished to find that mango, 'maybe it'll taste like a kebab?'.
Growl~
"Oh sorry. Here I am getting carried away, when you're hungry." Thatch quickly trekking back to the stove. It wasn't before he returned, accompanied with a wide platter of Sea king stew.
Luffy stared at the succulent meal Longingly. He shook with excitement holding himself back as to not leap out there and then, watching Thatch placing the pallet down and slowly sliding it across. Closer and closer, it was now an inch away from the shadows when it stopped. His jaw dropped, 'Why he's stopped?!' expectant questioning eyes looking between the man and food. If in human form he would've been banging his fists on the floor, possibly reaching out a rubbery hand.
"Now... how about we make a truce?" Thatch spoke knowing he had the animal's full attention. "From now on I'll feed that bottomless pit of yours," Thatch's pushed the plate slightly and pausing again. "On one condition... You stop taking from the storerooms."
Luffy instantly growled frustrated with Thatch's baiting.
"Then I guess I'll have to find someone else that'll want this juicy delicious food~" Fingers dragging the plate away, causing Luffy to growl louder about his displeasure. "Come on," Thatch huffed. "It not a bad deal, I don't want anymore food disappearing from my storeroom and that'll only happen if you are fed." Thatch tried to reason, but there's no response.
"How about this, I give you this plate if you like it you leave the food supply alone. If don't like it, well... you can continue raiding and I'll stop with the traps." Though Thatch really hoped it didn't come to the later, there will certainly be jokes about him haggling with an animal, that he could handle but if he lost not only will his brothers maim him but he'd rather avoid them hunting the animal.
It didn't take a minute when 'Deal' Luffy snorted, allowing the other to bring back the food to him. Finally it enters the shadows but he was still hesitant.
"It's not poisoned, that would be a sacrilege as a cook." Thatch reassured but that wasn't Luffy's concern since he could smell it there was. "Oh, right," Thatch snapped his fingers.
Gradually the growling faded as the man clambered up, retreating away. Luffy glanced between the dish to the direction the other had disappeared. Though out of sight, the smell of fresh tobacco was still close. No doubt the human was still hiding nearby. He was close, still too close for his comfort. Luffy snarled louder, warning the other to back away, no way was he letting anyone see him. It was too risky, even if he had forgiven the other.
The warning clearly understood, the human's presence dwindled to the furthest part of the room.
Luffy doesn't wait any longer, not even a second passed 'til he was chowing down, face buried as much as he could. Whines flowed out of his being as each bite filled his mouth with an explosion of flavour. The next bite better than the last. 'Delicious!' that was the only word to describe it. It had been so long since he had such a great meal, even Dadan's cooking never came close to this. It was official this was the best meal Luffy had ever tasted. Even his tummy agreed giving out a pleasant rumble as it was finally filled.
Faintly a chuckle joined the sounds of chomping, chewing and happy whines. "Good isn't it?" Thatch stated, but it feel on deaf ears. So engross in the palate, gorge himself like a glutton. Before long the whole meal was devoured, leaving the dragoon to lap at the last scrapings clinging to the dish. Afterwards, establishing there was nothing left Luffy became crestfallen, wishing for more. Staring at the plate, as if just by doing so more food will appear.
he nudged the plate with his head back towards the edge of the vent. Peering out, Luffy made sure the wasn't close enough to see him. Before giving a final shove, sliding the dish out and across the floor. Hidden once again, Luffy yipped summoning the cook.
Luffy waited, listening to the footsteps approached. Brown shoes stride into his view, then Luffy put the next part of his plan into action. Once a hand started to retrieve the item, the dragon emanated a loud growl and scratched his talons inside the vent. The hand paused then continued, causing another growl.
Suddenly a heart full laugh erupted from Thatch, filling the room. The action had confused Luffy not understanding what the other was laughing at. Luffy knew there wasn't anyone else in the room and Luffy hadn't done anything funny, not that the man would be able to see if he did. He finally debated if the human was actually crazy.
"I take it this is your way of wanting seconds." The happy voice explained, instantly Luffy yipped eagerly. Which Thatch replied with a new full palate, later he'll realise how much he underestimated Luffy's hunger. But that was the prize of their new friendship.
To be continued...
Yay, Thatch has met Luffy, well... sort of. Honestly I'm excited as you are for them them to actually meet face to face, and I know what's going to happen. How silly is that? Once more I am grateful for all those waiting and to the readers that have just joined us.
Everyone is excited about the Whitebeard pirates to properly meet, unfortunately it willb be a few more chapters until that happens. Don't worry I've already wriiten it out, which it's a sad meeting.
Another thing that everyone has been waiting to know about is Luffy's age in this story. Congratulations to bibliophile030, julie2709 as Luffy is in fact eight. :D
: Yes, at the moment Ace is stronger than Sabo by means of strength, however due to Sabo's intelect he is able to out smart Ace who is driven by his emotion. Putting them on equal ground.
TessL : Thank you for making your point about Sabo. I do hope this chapter and next chapter will help you understand as to why he had been acting like so.
ParrotsRAmazing: You made a good point about whether Thatch would realise what Luffy was from when he grabbed him. No, I believe that Thatch would be in so much pain he probably didn't register the scaley skin or rubbery texture.
multyfangirl19: Yes, Garp and Dragon are dragons. It's a secret after all dragon's are hunted and feared for being a mythical being and their power. Only those close and trust worthy know.
find true strength: Sad to hear that you have been in such pain. Hope you're feeling better from being in hospital. Glad to hear that it's cheering you up during rough times.
Thanks for all your reviews, It spurs me on when reading your comments. Not mention it helps me pick up things I hadn't before which I thank TessL again for their point.
Finally I'll be aiming for the next chapter to be out before christmas. I'll do my best and am looking forward to hearing your comments for this chapter.
