Hello everyone, here is another one shot
In chapter 57, Mika mentioned Trevor didn't like Ace in the beginning, and this is the story on that
Hope you enjoy
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Trevor rolled his eyes, looking at the damn brat at the edge of the table, sitting beside Azuruko. Why a 14-year old even was here was still something he never got, being told the brat, Ace, which he would never call the damn brat, was here to learn. But, he would never do good. He acted like this was just dandy, nothing dangerous, never going alone. The brat would never do any good if he never reacted to this. He didn't seem to even try. He just went after Azuruko like a lost dog.
Trevor hated the damn brat, seeing how he was still around after a year, not doing anything worthwhile around. How he was still even here was a question.
When Trevor had finished his food, he stood up and placed his plate at the sink. As he was on his way to walk out, Azuruko spoke up. "Trevor, remember that you still have the assignment tonight." Trevor gave a nod, waving a hand. "I know, and I will handle it. No big deal." Trevor would never show the damn brat this was anything that got to him, since the brat shouldn't even be here.
Trevor would try his best to get him to show him he didn't belong here. As long as he didn't try, he didn't belong here.
-x-
Trevor walked into the hallway, heading for his room as he had just finished giving an update to Daisuke on how it had gone, seeing as Azuruko was gone on an assignment. As he was hallway to his room, he noticed the brat coming his way, making him roll his eyes inside his mind. He just wanted a break. As they got closer, the brat sent him a look. "Um, Trevor? Have you seen Azuruko?" Trevor almost rolled his eyes at the brat. Of course he was looking for Azuruko, he always did. "You know what, brat? He's busy, because he actually does something here." The brat looked on his way to speak, but thankfully quickly closed his mouth, giving a nod and continued to walk on.
Trevor shook his head, continuing towards his room. The brat must be able to know he didn't fit here as he didn't try. He was a weak kid, he would never be able to anything. He wasn't like them. He hadn't seen anything; he was just an idiotic brat who didn't think much of this. Trevor wouldn't try and make it even easier for the brat; he needed to see this was hard.
-x-
Trevor gave a sigh, looking at the half-full bottle in his hand. He should head to bed soon, feeling he would need that. He was so thankful for the alcohol they had, numbing some of the pain.
As Trevor walked towards his room, having been in the sort of living room, he of course had the bad luck of seeing the brat in the hallway. The damn brat was soon 15 now and was still here. It was a miracle, a bad one. When the brat saw him, he gave a small frown. "What's that?" Asked the damn brat, looking at his bottle. Trevor would half-blame the fact he spoke on the alcohol, making him say what he thought.
"You know what? You have no business in that! You think this is a joke, and it is not. You are always in the way and not even trying! Why you're even here is a question for me. You're in the way. Why can't you just leave!"
Trevor spoke as he walked, moving to be in his room, not caring what the brat did. He could handle hearing the truth.
-x-
Trevor gave a yawn as he walked into the kitchen, wanting to get some food. It wasn't early, the clock being 10, but he had been on an assignment for hours and just got a bit of sleep now. He would try and get a bit more after eating, but had a feeling he wouldn't get any. When he got to the kitchen, he started making an easy breakfast, going to go with a bit of toast. As that was heating up, Trevor started to make some coffee, the pot being empty as it was late and most had already been here. As Trevor was pouring himself coffee, a sound to his left had him turn, and kept a groan inside as he saw the brat there, a hand massaging his eye.
It was a bit over 10, and the brat looked as tired? That just showed he wasn't fit for this.
When Trevor had finished pouring his coffee, he waited for his toast to finish, the brat starting to make some kind of food for himself. The brat looked confused, tired, and lost. They had probably messed with his 'beauty sleep'. The brat probably couldn't handle not getting his sleep. His eyes were even glassy and quivering. Trevor tried his best to ignore the brat, but when he looked over at him a minute later, he looked even more confused, looking in an empty drawer, not looking to have expected it to be empty. Based on what he had gathered, he was looking for a knife. The damn brat didn't even have a good memory.
"Left drawer, Brat," said Trevor in an uncaring tone, just to make the brat busy so he didn't speak to him. The brat just gave a nod, finding the knife a second later, using it to make his food. After a second, a hiss had him turn, looking over to see the damn brat somehow managing to cut his hand, it bleeding a bit. Trevor rolled his eyes, glad his toast was now finished and grabbed it and his cup, sending a glare at the brat as he left, before shaking his head. "Can't even make food without injuring yourself, useless brat." Trevor didn't say it loud, but loud enough so the brat heard him. When Trevor was out of the kitchen and heading towards his room again, he met Azuruko halfway, the man looking half-worried, most likely because of Ace, just giving a nod to Trevor as he walked past.
Trevor shook his head as he walked into his room. The brat couldn't even make food like a normal person, so how would he be an assassin? It was just a matter of time before someone else saw this too- be it either Azuruko or Daisuke- that the brat was utterly useless and just a deadweight. Either that, or the brat would die one day, either from his own stupidity or from a botched assignment.
Trevor couldn't wait until the brat was gone.
-x-
Trevor gave a sigh as he sat in his room, seeing the clock was a bit past 6 in the evening. He knew the brat had an assignment, and Trevor should have joined. But, really, he didn't see the need in that. If the damn brat wanted to play tough, he could do that. He wanted to see what this really was about, so Trevor would let him. And, Azuruko, even Daisuke, weren't here, them being on an assignment until morning. They never placed the damn 15 year old in any danger, always going with him. If the brat was as good as Azuruko and Daisuke claimed, he could handle this easy assignment. It was just to release some people.
After a bit of debating, he decided he at least should make sure the brat was back, even though he didn't want to. He would rather stay in his room and relax. He didn't care about the damn brat, hoping he would leave soon. But, Azuruko would kill him if he didn't. Trevor hoped he wouldn't even find out about this, that Trevor didn't care to join the brat, not giving a bother. When he left his room and headed for the brat's room, he used his time, not seeing a reason not to. The brat was surely fine, just being a brat and not coming to see him and tell it had gone fine. Either that, or the brat had messed up.
When he got to the brat's room, he went inside, not bothering to knock. The brat sat awake at his desk. "Oy, brat! How did it g-," Trevor cut of as the brat turned around, holding a bottle of clear liquid, clearly going through Azuruko's stuff.
The brat gave a look to him, eyes glassy, voice slurring. "W-what Trevor? Yo- you got a- an issue with me drinking? You wou- wouldn't care! You neve- never care about anything!" The brat's face changed into a more hurt and lost one. "I- I coul- couldn't sleep. I ca- can't stop thinking of what I've seen… What I've done..." The brat looked up at him, eyes growing more glassy, looking devastated. "I- I just wanted to f- forget for a- a while. I- I don't want to ca- care an- anymore. It seems to work good for you. I- I really- really try to- to-."
The brat cut off as he fell forward off his chair, landing on his knees and arms, throwing up, giving a sob as he did.
Trevor moved forward and moved a hand to the brat's back, helping him throw up, the brat sobbing as he threw up. He was so damn drunk. When he finally stopped throwing up, Trevor move and lifted him up, going to take him to the bed, the brat obviously not able to move by himself. "I c- can walk, Tr-Trevor. I- I'm not a kid." Trevor didn't say anything as he placed the kid in bed, using a cloth to wipe some of the leftover spit, saliva, and puke on his cheeks, chin, and mouth. The brat looked lost, looked so fucking drunk Trevor didn't even have any words on it. How had the brat even managed to even drink this much. No one did young. When he had wiped it off, Trevor moved to get his shirt off, seeing it had puke on it. The brat didn't even help, Trevor needing to do everything. But, when it was off, Trevor had to stare.
The brat was covered in scars, especially his back. Even having a few brands. How had he never known about this?
He didn't pay much mind to it, the kid asleep even before he hit the pillow, being way drunk. Trevor quickly wiped the puke up. When he was finished, he noticed a file on the brat's table. He went over and took a look at it, feeling his teeth clench as he read it, about the assignment he had let the kid do by himself, knowing he should have been with him.
It hadn't been just going in and releasing a few people. It had been a bunch of slaves, young children being tortured, raped, and everything, the kid handling it on his own.
Trevor walked to the door, walking out. When he was out, he leaned against the door, head going back at it, before he slid down to sit, moving to have his head in his arms.
Ace was a kid. No older than 15, barely at that.
Trevor never saw him as a kid, only a brat that was in the way, not seeming to be able to handle anything. Never doing anything dangerous. But no. The kid had been branded, had scars and had just done one of the hardest things they could do; save children from dying, watching them die while he was there, and still able to do it, now being out drunk, trying to act like he didn't care, like Trevor did. Trevor always tried to act it never bothered him, not wanting to make it easier for the kid.
He had made something that was already hard for the kid even harder. Forgetting it was a kid; a child. This was why Azuruko watched over him. He was a kid. And, he was amazing to be able to finish the assignment today, alone.
After a few minutes, using them to gather himself, trying to put the guilt away, the guilt that he had done wrong, a lot wrong, with this kid. He should have seen how hard the kid tried, but he never did. When Trevor placed his mask back on, he walked into the room again, just looking the folder over completely, also making sure the kid wouldn't puke and choke on it.
After a few hours, the door opened and Azuruko came in.
Before Trevor could even speak, to say the kid was drunk, Azuruko walked over and laid down in the bed with the kid, moving to stroke his head and neck, it making Trevor clench his teeth again, knowing that was a motion to help someone who was drunk.
Azuruko knew the kid was drunk; the way the man acted so calm was a sign this was not the first time the kid was drunk, making him feel even more guilty. How had he never seen this?
Azuruko sent him a look. "How much did he drink? And what?" Trevor opened his mouth, before closing it again. He gave a sigh, knowing he couldn't lie. "I don't know." Azuruko gave a frown at that. "How did the assignment go? Was Brynt there?" Okay, that man was insane, so Trevor didn't hope so, Trevor knowing who that was very well. That was probably why Trevor should have joined, in case that man was there. He might have been, seeing how bad things were there. But, the kid hadn't mentioned anything in the folder about that, not knowing who the man was. Trevor took a breath, knowing he needed to admit it. "I don't know." That had Azuruko frown, before he gave a glare.
"I'm going to speak to you later, Trevor."
Trevor nodded. He knew he would get a stern talking to, knowing he had let the kid go alone, not knowing that man might have been there; it could have taken a completely different turn. It was a miracle the kid made it as well as he did.
Trevor hoped Ace could forgive him for being an ass.
And that's the chapter, hope you enjoyed
This was only on how Trevor acted like an ass and how he found out he was wrong mainly. If people want, I can write a chap on how Trevor got to be as close to Ace as he is now, as that was a long journey. Trevor also learning more and more about Ace
And, I am working on the chap where the Strawhats are at the Moby. It just takes time
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