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Omake
There's so much I want to tell you, so much I want to hear
But, if after everything our love still breaks, then I'd rather be as I am now.
…
Four years ago
…
"Pops, it's me, yoi." Marco said loudly, knocking as he opened the door to Whitebeard's quarters. The big man was heavily drinking like always as he spoke with fourth division commander, Thatch. Whitebeard was laughing loudly as Thatch sat there with a stupid smile on his face, looking as if he had just told the best joke in the world.
"Ah, Marco." Whitebeard said in that fond tone he used when speaking to the Phoenix commander. The blond had always served him well, as a son and a first mate.
"Oi! Marco!" Thatch yelled out in happiness, lifting his pint to the man. He and Whitebeard had been drinking for quite a while. The two were already on their final cups, well, jug in Whitebeard's case. Thatch mentally reminded himself that he'd need to call one of the cabin boys to go and fetch some more booze once he downed the rest of his drink.
"We've run out of booze, yoi." The Phoenix said simply, face dead serious. Thatch dropped the pint he was holding onto the ground in shock, his eyes and mouth opening wide as he stared at his mate in pure disbelief. His mind not really sure if the Phoenix Commander was serious or just playing some kind of sick joke. The contents of his cup spilled onto the floor, but the fourth division commander didn't seem to notice. Marco did though and he looked at the wasted alcohol, before bringing his eyes back to Thatch. "That was the last of the alcohol on the ship, idiot."
"GURARARARARARA!" Whitebeard laughed loudly at the expression of utter despair that crossed Thatch's face at Marco's words. The Phoenix was letting out a small amused grin as his pompadour haired mate stared down at the alcohol with unshed tears in his eyes.
"Oi, oi!" Thatch yelled, standing up and letting his chair clatter noisily to the floor. "I know some of the crew keep a stash of alcohol in their rooms! What about that, huh?! Tell 'em to share it!"
"What do you think we've been drinking the past two days, huh?" Marco challenged, raising an eyebrow at Thatch.
They hadn't been able to restock on booze for an entire month. They were at that part of the New World where islands were rather far apart, they were supposed to restock on that one island they docked on two weeks ago, but the place didn't believe in the wonders of alcohol. So, the pirates just left. Cause seriously, what kind of God forsaken island doesn't make or sell any kind of alcohol? That was just downright ridiculous. They had tried making their own alcohol, but that didn't turn out so great. It basically ended with the crew having a major grape fight, until Marco was forced to get up from his nap and stop them. As punishment, the Phoenix had made them clean the ship until he could see his reflection in the wood.
"Are we near any islands?" Whitebeard asked in his usual gruff voice as he finished off the last of his sake. Clearly not even trying to make it last, even though Marco had just said that there was no more booze on the ship.
"Please tell me we're near an island." Thatch pleaded as he looked up at Marco who stared right back with his usual, indifferent look.
"I asked the navigators, they said we're near a Sky Island, yoi." Marco answered with a shrug. "Weatherton."
"Weatherton, huh?" Whitebeard muttered as he tried to recall why the name sounded so familiar. "Akagami's territory?"
"Yea." Marco replied, it wasn't every day that the Whitebeard Pirates entered the territory of a rival Yonko. But then again, this was Shanks, a man known for entering any island he pleased, regardless of who the island belonged to. There would be absolutely no way the friendly emperor would deny them something like docking on his island, not when he had done so multiple times in their turf. They just needed to restock anyway which would take an hour or two at the most. Plus, they didn't have to worry about whether Weatherton had alcohol or not because with the Red Hair Pirates' party loving attitude, it was obvious that there would be booze on any island under their protection.
"Bless that man." Thatch suddenly said, glad beyond belief that his Sky Island was in such a convenient place.
Marco narrowed his eyes slightly at Thatch's words, he was never fond of the red-headed pirate and he doubted he ever would be. The blond motioned with his head towards the three Den Den Mushi lining the corner of Pops' room. Each one was designed after one of the three rival emperors. That sole transponder snail served as their only form of communication with one another. It was almost never used though and instead, they usually contacted each other by sending one of the bosses of their crews to deliver messages. Marco being one of those bosses that Whitebeard usually sent out. It was a pain to travel everywhere, but it was necessary, since no one knew just who could be listening in to their conversation, after all. The Marines had a nasty habit of tapping Den Den Mushi. Plus, most of the Yonko just ended up arguing over the line anyway. Conversations usually ended with someone hanging up on the other in fury.
"Should we call in first, yoi?" Marco asked, not really wanting to, but that wasn't his decision to make.
Whitebeard thought it over in his mind, it wouldn't do if the citizens of Weatherton went into a panic at the sudden appearance of a different Yonko. They might think that they were trying to capture them or some other such nonsense. So, that meant calling the red head and giving proper warning beforehand would be a good idea, but then again, calling and actually having to speak to the red headed emperor seemed like a much bigger problem than a few panicking civilians.
"Yea." He decided as Marco made a move to grab the transponder snail.
"Aiko-chi!" Said woman turned to see Lucky Roux calling out to her.
He stood on the deck of their ship, taking one hell of a bite off a large piece of meat like usual. He was looking down at the woman who stood on the docks of the Sky Island under their territory. The ship was sitting in a giant pool of water attached to the island's land, the islanders had kindly put it up, in case the Red Hair Pirates ever came to visit, since there was no place for them to put their ship. Only a vast sea of fluffy clouds. They had been docked on this island for quite a while, about six weeks, because Shanks liked the view. The red head saying things like how they wouldn't be leaving for another two weeks or some such nonsense. Frankly, Aiko was already tired of the place. The sky was great and all, but she missed the sea. She wasn't a huge fan of the males on the island either, all of them trying to talk to her because she was the only woman on the one armed Yonko's ship. They were acting like she was some kind of exotic creature, it was all rather disturbing to her.
"Are you hungry?" He asked, ever worried about her. He held his meat up and began waving it around in some kind of gesture. "You skipped breakfast."
"I'm alright! I'll grab a bite later!" She yelled up at him with a wide smile on her face. Her eyes moving to Benn who stood next to him, quietly smoking and drinking in content.
"Oi, oi!" Yasopp called, the man seemingly coming out of nowhere. "Don't go making this a habit, got it?! Skipping meals and not eating with the crew is the start of mutiny, ya hear?! MUTINY!"
"YEA!" Hiru, Shanks' main shipwright yelled out in agreement as he carried a large pot of… honey over his shoulder for reasons Aiko didn't even want to know. He had a blue bandanna over his blonde head and rippling muscles. "If Aiko doesn't eat with us, we'll be depressed!"
"The mood just isn't right when the breakfast crew isn't all together!" Some random mate called out. The breakfast crew was composed of those that actually got up in the morning, they had their pick of whatever food the cooks made. The brunch crew usually got the leftovers. Except for Shanks, his food was always fresh off the stove. He was an extremely loved Captain, after all.
"That's exactly right! Breakfast was horrible!" Rho was next to speak up, the man sticking his head out from a little window where his clinic was situated. His handsome features morphed into a disgusted grimace. "I didn't join this crew to be surrounded by males! IT WAS A TOTAL SAUSAGE FEST!"
Aiko rolled her eyes.
"Shut up, Rho." Benn said with an amused grin as he threw the now empty alcohol bottle in his hands at the man's head.
Next thing they heard was the sound of crashing and glass vials breaking. "SON OF A B—!"
"He's the first mate!" Yasopp called out in reminder, interrupting the man about to insult someone of much higher rank.
He stuck his face out again, this time with a bloody nose, before he yelled, "YOU'RE LUCKY AIKO'S HERE, YOU BASTARDS!" And with that, he slammed his window shut.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Everyone present laughed with wide smiles on their faces. It was always so nice to tease their resident doctor. The man had initially joined saying that he wanted to get to Aiko, but they all knew that with or without the woman, he would've joined them anyway. He was a good doctor and, despite his dishonest attitude, he was part of their family of misfits.
"By the way…" Everyone turned their attention to Benn, who gestured with his head to the crowd of men in back of Aiko. All holding some kind of gift in their arm. "Who are they?"
"Hmm…?" Aiko tilted her head at him, before looking behind her and at the crowd that had called out to her an hour or so ago, right when she was about to go and grab a bite to eat. "The reason I couldn't make it to breakfast."
The Red Hair Pirates all looked out at the crowd, before collectively saying, "Heeeehh…?"
The men looked up at the sound, their eyes seeing the strong pirates that their island was protected by, most of the bosses of the crew were gathered on the deck at the front, looming behind the woman in a way that had their eyes widening. All of them began to sweat profusely as they saw the threatening faces of the gathered Red Hair Pirates, their intimidating auras, menacing glares and sadistic smirks directed right at them. They all gulped down the lump in their throats, before they -with a speed that could rival Admiral Borcelino's Devil Fruit,- ran off into the distance. Back to their little town to cower in their homes.
"Eh…?" Aiko muttered, watching with a confused face as the men ran off. She turned back to her mates with a questioning look. "What was that about?"
They shrugged, giving her innocent grins.
"Am I scary or something?" Aiko asked, pointing a finger at herself.
"Maybe they forgot something?" Yasopp blurted out, a small amused smile on his face. He began nudging Lucky Roux on the arm, while saying, "I did hear there was a festival today, right Lucky?"
"Yea!" Lucky answered, complete with nod of his head.
"They probably needed to help with the festival." Benn told her in further confirmation as he lit up another cigarette.
"Mmm… Yeah, maybe." Aiko agreed, taking in their words easily, before changing the topic. "Where's Captain?"
"I'M HEEERRRE!" The one armed Yonko yelled out as he burst through the door that led into the ship. He had a cup of steaming coffee in his hand, his usual black cape and saber nowhere to be found.
"Yo, Captain!" Yasopp greeted with an easygoing grin.
"You're up early today!" Lucky said as he began munching on his meat again.
"Oh! Captain's awake!" Some random crew member yelled out as the others laughed at their Captain's messy looking state.
"Aren't you a master of the obvious?"
"WHAT WAS THAT?! HAH?!
"WHAT?! YOU WANNA FIGHT?!"
"DAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Shanks laughed loudly at his boisterous crew, his laughter making everyone stop their antics and grin stupidly at the red head. "So…" The Captain looked towards Hiru after his little laughing fit had ended, dark eyes trailing to the large jar hoisted over the shipwright's shoulder. "What's with the honey?"
He opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted as one of the cabin boy's on the ship came bursting through the doorway. Clumsily hitting Shanks in the process and making him spill his coffee all over the floor.
"NOOOOO!" Shanks yelled as he looked at his spilled coffee with wide, sad eyes.
All eyes turned to the young cabin boy, he was panting and looking up at his Captain apologetically. "I'M SO SORRY CAPTAIN, BUT I WAS IN A RUSH!"
"Obviously." Came the reply of the crew, none really mad at the young boy. But, they were definitely going to use this opportunity to tease him mercilessly about this.
Aiko recognized the kid, she had assigned him to a job. One job that every lazy ass on the ship wanted to do, because it was so ridiculously easy. Each Yonko had three very important Den Den Mushi that never rang. But, they were there. It served as their one form of communication with each other. In the Red Hair crew, one cabin boy was usually assigned the task of sitting their asses down and watching the three Den Den Mushi for any incoming calls.
This was that cabin boy.
Purupurupurupurupuru…
"Eh…?" The entire crew zeroed in on the familiar noise, their eyes seeing the Den Den Mushi tucked away under the kid's skinny arm. The familiar logo decorating its shell had their eyes widening at who the caller was. "Isn't that…?"
Purupurupurupurupuru…
Purupurupurupur—
Kacha.
"Hello?" Shanks said into the receiver as he brought the transponder snail to the side of the ship. Away from the rest of the crew, so that they couldn't hear what was probably an important exchange. All the crew heard was Shanks' loud voice answering a few questions, they could see the mouth of the snail moving, taking on three different expressions as it imitated whoever was on the other line.
"Ah… Is that so?" The crew heard their red haired Captain say with a wide grin.
"Of course you're welcome, we're here too."
"There's a knock-up stream every half hour."
"Why?"
"Yea. She's here."
A pause.
"No. You can stay as long as you like."
"Okay."
Kacha.
Shanks walked back towards where the majority of his crew were gathered, all looking at him with curiosity as he handed the Den Den Mushi back to the cabin boy who almost dropped it in surprise. The red head could see Aiko as she got back onto the ship, the woman now standing next to his first mate, shooting him questioning glances.
"What did Whitebeard want?" Benn was the one to finally ask, seeing as their Captain wasn't speaking.
The Yonko grinned stupidly, before saying in that simple manner of his. "The Whitebeard Pirates are gonna drop by to restock."
"EEEEEEHHHHHHH?!"
Once the massive ship that was the Moby Dick took the knock up stream… well, up, most of the lower ranking Red Hair Pirates were shaking in their boots, while the bosses of their crew stood threateningly on the deck by Shanks. Looming over their Captain should anything happen. They could see the Whitebeard Commanders on the deck, surrounding Edward Newgate himself, the large man was quick to address the red headed Yonko.
"We won't be long." Whitebeard stated as some of the normal –well, as normal as a Whitebeard Pirate could get- members of the crew began looking out in wonder at the wonderful Sky Island that was Weatherton. Some of the inhabitants rode strange contraptions that let them float high in the sky. Fluffy clouds were everywhere and hundreds of little buildings stood here and there, the locals were all normal looking people that stared out in a mixture of awe and fear at the sight of another Yonko crew.
"Stay as long as you like!" Shanks responded with a grin as he threw a jug of quality sake towards Whitebeard, who caught it with his large hand. "We have all the booze you can imagine here!"
Whispers immediately erupted from the weaker members of the Whitebeard Pirates.
"It is an island under Akagami, after all."
"Party lover pirates."
"They love drinking more than One Piece."
"I wonder if we can beat them, while they're drunk."
"OI!" Came Marco's authoritative voice, their loose lips immediately closing as they caught sight of the irate Phoenix Commander by Fourth Division Commander Thatch's side. "What are we here for?"
"Booze!" They responded immediately, out of fright.
"If you know then…" Marco shot them all a quick glare, before he hid it behind those bored eyes. "Shut up, yoi!"
"YES!"
Despite how much they appreciated the Phoenix shutting them up, Shanks and the other Red Hair Pirates didn't take it to heart. At least, the bosses of their crew didn't. The lower ranking members were whispering in disdain amongst themselves. When Marco looked at them all gathered, his eyes instinctively sought out a certain raven haired woman. Letting his eyes sweep the Red Force until he found her. She was there, standing beside some random shipwright as she held a large jar of honey in her hands. Why in Roger's name was she holding honey?
Shanks, with that grin forever plastered on his goofy face suddenly exclaimed in a loud voice. "There's a festival tonight!"
"A festival?" Whitebeard asked, raising an eyebrow as he took long, healthy gulps of the offered drink.
"Yea!" He answered excitedly, a childish gleam in his eyes. "We'll be there too! They shoot fireworks and have all these food stalls around! But the bars are the best! The bars are all lively and filled!"
Whitebeard looked at his crew, seeing their expressions of wonder at the large Sky Island. Thatch came up to him and said with a wide smile, "I think it's a good idea, Pops."
Whitebeard eyed his son for a moment, watching how he elbowed Marco repeatedly for reasons not even he knew. Marco was completely ignoring his brother and had a rare annoyed look across his usually indifferent face at the constant nudging. Was something going on? He looked towards Jozu, Izou and the other commanders. They only shrugged in response.
"Thatch probably just wants to get laid." Izou said with a grimace.
"Go hit on the nurses." Haruta muttered in that brash way of hers.
"This isn't for me guys!" Thatch tried to defend, holding his hands up in a gesture of innocence. "It's for M—"
Everyone looked in surprise at the Phoenix Commander who –without warning- slammed the pompadour haired man's face into the deck of the ship. The Fourth Division Commander groaning as the blond stepped on his back with that ever bored face of his.
"Oi, oi!" Vista called out, "What are you doing, Marco?!"
"Damage control, yoi." He answered simply with a shrug of his shoulders. Ignoring the stunned look of his mates at the damage he was causing.
"GURARARARARA!" All attention shifted to Whitebeard who stood there amused by his son's unusual actions. He wanted to know. Wanted to know why Marco was acting in such a way. He was sure that Thatch was going to say something about the Phoenix Commander, and he wanted to hear it. His eyes moved back to the waiting Red Hair Pirates, who had begun talking amongst themselves. "We'll stay for a few days!"
Shanks grinned in reply.
"OI MARCO!" Thatch called happily as the two walked down the cloud roads of the town. Everyone was busily setting up stalls and other things, though they gave the two Whitebeard Pirates a wide berth. Something Marco was glad for, he didn't want to have to maneuver through a crowd of never ending people. Thatch was grinning pointedly at the blonde in a way that tempted Marco to shove him into the nearest building. His pompadour haired mate always seemed to bring out the more violent side of him. "Why aren't you out finding your woman?"
Marco shot him a scathing glare. "Do you want to eat the floor again, yoi?"
Thatch only smiled happily, before his eyes drifted to off somewhere ahead of them. That happy grin turning into a feral one. He lifted a hand and pointed, "Look."
Marco brought his eyes up to see an extremely large establishment about a fourth of the size of the Moby Dick. On top of it was the Red Hair Pirate symbol. He could hear the sound of boisterous laughter coming from inside as numerous townspeople tried to peek in from the windows and doors. Was it some kind of inn? He watched as Blamenco stumbled out of the place with a woman under each arm and his eyes widened. What the fuck? It was barely lunchtime and here Blamenco was, already drunk and stumbling with a woman under each arm.
Thatch whistled loudly, the brunette completely forgetting about what he was teasing Marco about. "We gotta check that place out."
The two walked towards the place, the noise only getting louder. They could hear musicians playing some catchy song, dozens of voices singing along to the familiar tune. As they reached the entrance, people moved out of their way. They opened the doors and were greeted by an amazing sight. There, in front of them were various Red Hair and Whitebeard Pirates drinking and partying like no tomorrow. In the middle sat Whitebeard and Shanks, speaking over the old days over large cups of sake. Women paraded around the place in skimpy outfits, giving service to the swooning pirates who tipped them generously. The sweet smell of booze invaded their alcohol deprived nostrils as the two pirates immediately grabbed a drink from the nearest waitress.
Who cares if it was barely afternoon.
They were with the Red Hair Pirates.
Drinking was a must.
"Welcome to the Red Hair Saloon!" The waitress said in a bubbly voice, winking and bending down to give them a generous view of her cleavage, before scurrying along to hand out more drinks.
"… I love the Red Hair Pirates." Thatch said with a grin, wrapping an arm around the Phoenix Commander's shoulders. Marco did the same and the two Whitebeard commander's clinked pints before chugging at an alcoholics pace.
"OHHH! MARCO! THATCH!" Jill yelled, his face red as he downed another pint. "Akagami convinced us to have a banquet!"
"We can see that, yoi." Came Marco's quick reply. He had no idea how Akagami could convince his mates to get this shit faced in the middle of the day, but he blamed it on the lack of alcohol on their ship for the past week. He watched as more and more of his mates began dancing, their faces already red from too much booze.
"C'mon, Marco!" Thatch called with a happy grin, letting go of his fellow commander to skip towards the bar. "I see a few lonely women by the bar."
Marco sighed, finishing up his drink as he followed his fellow commander.
"Look who decided to join the banquet." Yasopp said with a grin as he elbowed Aiko who was busily drinking from a bottle of sake. Her eyes moved to where Yasopp tilted his head, the sight of two Whitebeard commanders successfully hitting on a few local women entered her vision. They each had a bottle in their hand as they gave the girls smiles that would drive any woman mad with want. "You need to put a leash on that guy."
Aiko grinned in amusement at her mate's words. Yasopp teased her at times about the Phoenix, but he never told anyone on the crew about her rather intimate acquaintance with the man. He was kind like that. "He looks like he's having fun." She responded, eyeing the smirking blond from the corner of her eye.
"Without you? Impossible." He denied with a shake of his head as he took a swig from his own bottle. She smiled at the compliment as she hugged her mate's arm. Clinging to the man and grinning cutely like she did when she was younger.
"Yasopp's the best." She sang out.
The man grinned at her. "Hah? Am I your favorite now?"
"It's still Shanks. I'd choose him over you in a heartbeat." She said seriously, eyes filled with a brutal kind of honesty.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Yasopp shoved her away, before ruffling her dark hair, grinning all the while. "Y'know, you make me miss my own kid. I left him just when he was a little b—"
"I've heard this story a million times!" Aiko said loudly, while covering her ears.
"WE ALL HAVE!" The Red Hair Pirates around them yelled out in exasperation.
"Che." Yasopp frowned and turned his head away, before drinking down the rest of his bottle.
"HEY! AIKO!" One of her mates called, an entire group of them taking a seat in front of her and Yasopp.
"Hmm…?"
"So… imagine you're in the shower right now."
Aiko raised an eyebrow. "I don't like where this is going."
"Hear us out!" They yelled loudly. "We need to ask while Rho won't kill us for talking to you." Aiko's eyes moved to said doctor, who was busy seeing as how he had three women under each arm. The man charming them all with sweet words and whispered promises.
"Ask away." She said with a grin at the group whose faces erupted in red.
"U-uh… So…" They scratched at their necks as they began fidgeting under her gaze. "We were having this argument and didn't know where the best place in the shower would be to do that…" Aiko's eyebrows attempted to shoot up to her hairline at the vague explanation. "So, we thought we'd ask you. Cause you're a woman and naturally spend more time in showe—"
"Where do you start washing yourself in the shower?!" The youngest of the men blurted out.
"HAAAH?!" The people that had been listening in on the stupid conversation exclaimed. Most of them choking or spitting out their drinks in surprise.
"No! Not like that!" They defended in unison, trying to hide the blush on their faces.
"Hmmm…" Aiko rolled the question in her mind as she fiddled with the half empty bottle of sake in her hand. "I guess… the left hand? Or no… maybe the hair?"
"SEEE!" The small group all turned to each other, arguing amongst themselves once again. "I TOLD YOU! STARTING FROM THE HAIR IS NORMAL!"
"SHUT UP!"
"WHO THE HELL STARTS FROM THEIR BACK ANYWAY?! HAH?!"
"I DO!"
Aiko grinned at her mates fighting in front of her, before she brought her attention back to Yasopp, who still sat beside her with a pout on his face. She immediately raised her arm and gestured with her hand towards the group of musicians in the corner of the room. The group immediately saw her and nodded their heads. Quickly stopping the tune they had been playing and starting a new song that every pirate in the room turned their heads at.
"DAHAHAHAHA!" Shanks laughter rang out, drowning out the other noisy voices as he lifted his glass to Whitebeard, the large man doing the same with a large grin stretched across his face. "Yo-hohohohohohoho, Yo-hohohohohohoho!"
Marco turned his head away from the dark haired woman in front of him as he heard most of the pirates in the room begin singing in unison, the familiar tune, coupled with the amusing sight of his mates that were scattered about the room made him grin. The Phoenix held up his own glass for a moment, before singing in a much quieter tone. "Binkusu no sake wo, todoke ni yuku yo. Umikaze kimakase namimakase."
"Shio no mukou de, yuuhi mo sawagu~~!" He heard the ridiculously bad, off key singing of a certain woman. The voice carrying right into his ear, despite all the others in the rowdy establishment. He turned his head to the side, seeing a certain raven haired woman he hadn't seen in years. She was smiling happily, surrounded by mates from her crew as they all sang badly in unison. "Sora nya wa wo kaku, tori no utaaaaa~~!"
His grin widened at the sight of her, willing his feet to stay planted where they were. Resisting the urge that told his body to move and bring her away from this noisy bar. He didn't want to seem desperate and didn't want to watch her leave his arms a fourth time. He didn't want to show any signs that he had missed her company, missed that ringing laughter, those bright honey eyes and rough scarred hands. He wondered if she missed him too or did she completely erase him from memory when he wasn't around? Maybe she even hated him. He didn't know, it was always hard to tell with women. Especially with a relationship like theirs… what kind of relationship that was, not even he knew.
Acquaintances? Too cold.
Rivals? Felt strange.
Fuck buddies? Lacked something.
Friends? Didn't feel like it.
Lovers? HA! No.
She turned her head and caught his unyielding stare, stopping her horrible singing and giving him a wide grin for a quick second, before she turned away and continued. He didn't know why, but he found himself grinning back, his heart jolting in some kind of unspoken emotion. He took a swig of the bottle in his hands, the sweet burning in his throat served as a great distraction from the Red Hair Pirate.
"Hey~!" Marco turned his head back to the dark haired brunette in front of him. She began rubbing her hands up and down her arms. "I'm cooollld~!"
He smirked, leaning down close to her face, so he could whisper huskily. Rubbing his thumb across her bottom lip as she looked up at him seductively. "My arms are wide open, yoi."
He saw her face heating up and gave himself a self-satisfied smirk as he pressed his lips to her ear and whispered sweet nothings. Her blush was getting darker and darker with each passing second as he murmured compliments and tender words that would make any woman swoon at his feet. The brunette looked just about ready to do anything he asked of her, his eyes moved and caught sight of Vista who smirked knowingly at him and the woman he was chatting up.
"You wanna get outta here, yoi?" He whispered, watching Aiko from the corner of his eye as she downed another drink, before smiling in content.
Thatch watched his mate with a small frown on his face as he ignored the woman he was speaking to for a moment. Even though he was glad that Marco was out talking with another woman and about to bring her to some inn, he had thought that once Marco caught sight of a certain Red Hair Pirate, he'd be out to get her. Maybe he was wrong about his brother's feelings. No, that couldn't be it, not when Marco had shoved his face into the floor earlier that day because he was about to tell the crew of his and Aiko's nights together. Then again, maybe the Phoenix just wanted to hide the fact that he had something going on with a rival pirate in the first place. Maybe the blond was able to bury the small bud of feelings that he had developed for the woman. Which, of course, was a good thing. But, it made him feel a bit disappointed. Thatch debated interrupting them, but, in the end, let it go. The pompadour haired man only watched as his fellow commander disappeared with the woman out the doors of the saloon, an arm wrapped firmly around her waist.
His dark eyes moved to Aiko who was seated with her mates. The woman grinning happily as she listened to them speak about something he couldn't quite hear over the blaring noise. He wondered if she noticed his fellow commander's disappearance, but when he saw her steal a glance towards where Marco had been only moments before, he knew that she had.
"Heeey~!"
Aiko turned to see the fourth division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates giving her a happy grin as she ordered some more food from a stall. He was with quite a few pretty women who were busy talking among themselves at the moment. The lights of the lanterns in the town cast a glow across the place that set the mood. The sun was just beginning to set, most of the pirates leaving to go explore the town as they waited for the fireworks to start. Aiko had left her crew to go out and try the different foods in the stalls. She was a Red Hair Pirate and thus, got everything for free. The woman was clearly taking advantage of that fact because she was already on her sixth helping of dango.
"Yo!" Aiko greeted with a smile after she swallowed the food in her mouth. "Nice lady friends."
Thatch grinned all too happily. "I'm good, babe. Real good."
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Her amused laughter rang out, tickling his ears. She had a nice voice for someone that could barely sing. "So…? I take it you like the island."
"Oh yea. Bless your Captain and the unlimited booze in this place." He answered with a shrug, before scratching at his cheek. "AH! Don't tell Marco I said that though." The man absolutely loathed rival pirates, with a passion.
"I swear not to." She said as she raised her hand to pledge.
He grinned at her easy going attitude, carefree women were always nice to be around. "So…" He looked around her, "Why're you alone?"
"I separated because I wanted to go around eating." She answered easily, showing him all the wooden sticks in her hand to prove her statement, before shrugging her shoulders. "Oh, and I wanted to see the sunset."
"The sunset?" He asked with a tilt of his head. It was just… such a cliché things to say. He somehow expected something else, this was the woman Marco had some kind of feelings for, after all. Even if those feelings were dead.
"It's a goodnight kiss from Heaven, itself. What more can anyone wish for?" His eyes widened at the strange explanation, before he hid it behind a grin. Forgetting his previous thoughts. There was no way this woman would disappoint. "I'll be heading back soon though."
"That so…?" Thatch couldn't help, but notice the amount of local men –not so subtly- eyeing the woman before him. Did they really have to be so obvious? He scoffed at them all. "How 'bout you go around with me, huh?" He asked, taking this opportunity to try and get to know more about the woman. He wanted to see what Marco had been so interested in a few years ago.
"Hmm…?" She gestured with her head towards the women he was with. "What about them?"
Thatch brought a hand to his lips, "Shhh…" He grabbed her shoulder, pulling her along as he broke out into a run, people staring at them as they ran passed. The two only stopped when they were sure they wouldn't be seen, already far faraway from where they had previously been.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Aiko laughed loudly, as she had on that same stupidly happy grin Red-haired Shanks had. "You're a weird guy, Thatch."
He smiled stupidly at the sound of his name, only making her laugh again.
Thatch saw it now, he could see the appeal, he knew why Marco liked the woman so much. Being around her made you feel all warm inside, the light she emitted was bright and blinding. The kind you wanted to get close to. It didn't hurt that she had a pretty face either. Her personality could use a little work, but that was to be expected, she was, after all, a pirate. A Red Hair Pirate, at that. If you were a pirate with a normal personality, then there was something wrong with you. His eyes instinctively followed her as she began looking around, trying to see just where they had run off to. That bright smile on her face was nice, no, more like, it felt good to be the reason for it.
"Hey, cheffy." He raised an eyebrow at his new nickname, before looking down at his white clothes. They didn't look that much like a cooks. "Let's try that place out."
"Sure." The two pirates excitedly went down the road to a stall selling some kind of pasty substance. The woman at the stall gladly offered helping towards them free of charge.
"Ok." Aiko said, scooping a little up with her spoon. "One…"
"Two…" Thatch counted, the man mimicking her action.
"Three!" They said in unison, placing it in their mouths. The two pirates chewed thoughtfully for a second, before…
Cough cough cough.
They swallowed down the food whole, their faces red as they grabbed some random bottle of alcohol from one of the nearby stands. Downing half the thing in one go and ignoring the burning sensation it left down their throats. "Too spicy!" Aiko yelled out, the taste still lingering on her tongue.
Thatch was sticking out his poor, abused tongue as he spoke. "Ish thoo sphichfy."
"AHAHAHAHHAHAHA!" Aiko laughed at his downcast expression and garbled words. Not even trying to hide the fact that she was laughing, doing it right in his face. Just proving even more how much of a Red Hair Pirate she really was.
"Oi, oi!" He yelled out in mock anger. "Donf't laurgft ath anf angfry manth."
"WHAT?!" She yelled amused, not even knowing what he was trying to say anymore as she entered another fit of laughter.
Thatch only frowned plentifully in return.
After his little escapade, Marco had been casually strolling around the town when a blur of red and brown sped right past him. Naturally, his eyes followed the blur for a few moments, trying to make it out. Whatever it was. But what he found had him frowning. What in Roger's name was Thatch doing with her? He didn't really intend to follow them, but before he could stop himself his feet began walking in the direction they had run to. The Phoenix Commander took his time as he walked, not wanting to attract too much attention. The sun was sinking lower and lower in the sky, the stars already beginning to peek out. It looked like it was going to be a nice night, but he was old enough to know that he couldn't trust whatever the skies tried to promise. Sooner or later it would rain, flowers would wilt and the sun won't be smiling.
His feet brought him to a tiny, high up square overlooking the island. It wasn't hard to spot Aiko and Thatch, they were both laughing loudly and stood out, no matter the crowd. They looked to be stall hopping, trying out different foods with stupid grins on their faces. He didn't want to admit it, but something in his chest squeezed uncomfortably at the sight. An ugly, green monster welling up in his head, before spreading throughout his entire body, leaving a burning feeling in its wake. An unpleasant burning. Was he jealous… of Thatch? Impossible. Thatch was his brother, not some rival. But, now that he thought more about it, just why was she with his brother anyway? Wasn't that supposed to be him? By her side? Making her laugh like that? That was his place. She couldn't just go and do that with a different Whitebeard Pirate. A different man, sure. But, not a different Whitebeard Pirate.
He chanced getting a bit closer, so that he could hear their current conversation.
"Don't you know anything about women?" Aiko mock scolded, holding her finger up as if she were some kind of teacher. "A bad guy personality adds a little excitement, women say they want a nice guy but they want a guy that gets angry then becomes all nice."
"Oh c'mon, I totally give off that vibe!" Thatch replied with a snort.
She just looked at him with a deadpan expression.
"Don't look at me like that!" He yelled out in exasperation as he was trying to prove his manliness to the woman. He suddenly smirked, before teasing, "What, so are you trying to say that that's the kind of personality Marco has? You like him right?"
Aiko immediately waved a hand between them, "Nope. Nope. Nope."
"The lady doth protest too much." He said smirking a little too happily.
"I don't like him." She emphasized, "He just repulses me the least."
Thatch gave her a look.
She just grinned in return, "I'm shy. So, don't make me say anymore."
The pompadour haired man smiled at the response, a good atmosphere settling between the two as silence now hung around them. The comfortable kind.
Marco took that moment to intervene. Wrapping his arms around the woman's waist and pulling her in, so that her back was snug against his chest, grinning down at her surprised eyes. It wasn't everyday someone could sneak up on her. Marco reveled in the feeling of having her close again, after all these years. Having her tucked away in the circle of his arms was Heaven in its own right. "You? Shy, yoi?" He whispered in her ear.
She smiled up at him, "It's not good to eavesdrop, Phoenix."
"Well, I saw a strange sight, yoi." Marco looked up at Thatch who was grinning when he saw the Phoenix Commander wrap his arms around the woman out here in the open. "Killer Punch with some other Whitebeard Commander. It had my blood boiling a bit."
"You see how he calls me?" Thatch said with tears in his eyes as he tried to mimic Marco's voice. "'Other Whitebeard Commander.' Like I'm some kinda stranger!"
"Because you should know better. Hanging around a Red Hair Pirate will get you in all sorts of trouble, yoi."
"Just who are you trying to preach to?!" Thatch replied with a huff, Marco only gave an infuriating smirk he knew would piss his fellow commander off.
"I was wondering when I'd run into you, yoi." Marco said, tightening his hold around the woman in his arms and completely ignoring his pouting mate.
Aiko scoffed at him, before using the best jealous voice she could muster. "You looked pretty cozy with that woman when you left the bar though."
He raised an eyebrow. "Are you jealous?"
She lifted her hand, putting her thumb and pointer finger about an inch apart. "Just a little."
"Sorry." Came the completely unrepentant reply, arms once more tightening around her middle. "How should I make it up to you?"
She thought his question over in her head. She didn't really know what to say, because she didn't know if he was even supposed to be asking something like that. So what if he slept with a woman, it wasn't like he was hers. Was she allowed to get mad at him right now? No, right? They were just having fun with each other anyway. Then… why did she feel so repulsed by his usually comforting touch right now? She didn't want to stick around to find out.
"Killer Punch, yoi." He called, trying to get her out of her trance. "Wanna walk around with me?"
Her eyes came back after he said that and she shook her head to get rid of her thoughts and to give him an answer. "Sorry, Phoenix. I have to go back, I promised my crew."
He looked at her smiling face for a moment longer, before releasing her. "Later then, Killer Punch."
She nodded, before walking off towards where her crew was supposedly waiting for her. Thatch watched the woman leave, before looking at his mate's indifferent face. Marco kept an eye on her retreating back until she was out of sight. The pompadour haired man suddenly narrated, "Manliness goes up by twenty; however his heart takes fifty points of damage."
"Shut up." Marco muttered as he lazily rubbed the back of his head. "It's not like I slept with the woman, yoi."
Thatch raised a disbelieving eyebrow.
"As if I could sleep with a woman when she's around." He muttered in a way that Thatch was sure he wasn't supposed to hear.
"What did you do then?" The pompadour haired man asked, filing away what his mate muttered under teasing ammunition, for another day.
"I may have knocked her out, yoi." He said seriously.
Thatch burst out laughing.
"Then they started threatening us, so then we—"
Marco tuned out Jozu's voice as he looked around the room. It was already late, the fireworks would be starting soon. After seeing Aiko, the two pirates headed back to the Red Hair Saloon, where they sat with the other commanders and Whitebeard. Jozu was busy telling a story that had everyone laughing and sitting at the edge of their seats in suspense. He already knew the story, he was part of it after all. So, he contented himself with looking about the room. Even though it was a bar owned by the Red Hair Pirates, it was mostly occupied by his mates. He could just slightly overhear a group of local men in the corner of the room as they spoke boisterously with large drunk grins on their faces.
"She was hot, huh?" He heard one of them say, "Man, what I wouldn't give to tap that."
"Marco." He turned his head when he heard Whitebeard calling for him, but he was still somehow able to listen in. Whitebeard could tell that his son's full attention wasn't on him, so he asked. "Something on your mind, son?"
"Not really, yoi." He answered, his cheeks were a little flushed from drinking too much. The revered Yonko wondered just how much he drank to be feeling a little tipsy, Marco wasn't someone that succumbed to the poisons of alcohol easily.
"You've been drinking a lot." Whitebeard said slowly as he eyed the bottle in his son's hand. Marco could do whatever he wanted, but that didn't mean he wouldn't worry about him when he was acting strangely.
"A girl! What else?!" Thatch said with a grin, the man was half in the bucket already. That weird in between phase where one was too tipsy to walk properly, but still sober enough to speak without slurring.
"A girl?" Whitebeard questioned, raising an eyebrow. Was this the reason why Marco slammed his brother's face into the deck this morning? There was a girl he liked on this island? "Who?"
"You're drunk, Thatch." Marco said, interrupting them, before Thatch could say anymore. "Don't listen to him, Pops."
Whitebeard gave his two commanders questioning glances. Marco was still listening intently to the men on the other table. One man had even stood as he exclaimed in a loud voice. "LET'S GO FIND HER GUYS!"
"Whaaaa?! Are you crazy?"
"Stay here, you drunk."
"NO!" He yelled out, his eyes shining with a fierce kind of determination as he began stumbling towards the door. "YOU GUYS CAN'T STAND BETWEEN ME AND THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!"
"SHE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW YOU EXIST!" His friends called loudly, trying to get him to come back to the table. They were attracting a lot of attention from others in the bar. Most of the Whitebeard Pirates had stopped to stare at the local screaming match between friends.
"YOU DON'T NEED TO KNOW SOMEONE TO GET MARRIED!" He replied petulantly.
"WHAT?!" They all shouted in unison at their friend's stupidity. "YOU'RE AN IDIOT!"
"SHUT UP!" He began stumbling towards the door, muttering under his breath words only someone really focusing on his lips could make out. "I'll get that Red Hair Pirate chick. Just you wait."
Too bad for him.
Marco was one of those 'really focusing.'
Whitebeard and the other commanders watched in surprise as their first division commander placed his palm over the man's face, -as he was about to pass the Phoenix by- before shoving him right into a table. The occupants of that table were quick to scream and move away as it toppled, along with a few chairs. The sound of glass breaking had everyone's attention shifting to the one-sided fight. Alcohol was dripping on the floor around them, completely soaking the man who now lay on his back in a puddle of the wasted drink. The man tried to get up, he had an angry look on his face as he tried to find the man responsible, but just as he was about to sit up properly, the Phoenix Commander stepped with a sandaled foot on the guys chest. The rough action forcing him back to the floor.
The Phoenix could feel the eyes of everyone in the bar as they watched him. But, he was a bit too tipsy to care at the moment. He placed his elbow over his bent leg that was currently keeping the man down, a bottle of some kind of ridiculously strong grog in his hand as his other hand went to his hip. The Phoenix even lit his arms up in flames for added effect as he looked down at the frightened man with a sneer.
"What did you say, yoi?" He said darkly, eyes glaring at the man under his foot. "Love of your life?"
"I told ya it was a girl." Thatch said quietly to his Pops, who scrutinized Marco's every action with the eyes of one who had lived decades longer.
Just then, the Red Hair Pirates came parading in with large jars of… honey? Their sudden appearance and large smiles had everyone's attention shifting. "HEY GUYS!" Shanks yelled out with an excited grin, blatantly ignoring and completely shattering the previous tension in the bar. "WHO WANTS TO MAKE MEAD?!"
"Huh?! What's that?"
"I wanna try it!"
"Is that good?!" Came the multiple responses as people started to gather around the Red Hair Pirates and their large jars of honey.
Whitebeard smiled broadly at the antics, but didn't let his eyes drift too far from his first division commander who had knocked the local man on the floor out with a swift kick to the face. A look of surprise crossed his features, before he watched with a knowing grin as a Red Hair Pirate went up to his commander and handed him a small jar of honey. He had expected the Phoenix to brush the woman off because she was from a rival crew, but to his utter delight, he watched his son accept the small jar and give her a smirk. His bored eyes burning with a fire that Whitebeard only saw when he was fighting. The Yonko could see how focused everyone was on the jars of honey, so focused that no one seemed to notice as the two rival pirates disappeared from the bar with amused grins on their faces.
No one, but Thatch, who smiled brightly.
"I didn't sleep with her." Marco suddenly said, Aiko raising an eyebrow at him. He didn't know why he felt like he needed to defend himself, but it felt a bit wrong if he didn't clear the air. It was some kind of unspoken rule between them, that they don't get cozy with other people when in each other's company. "I just wanted to say that."
"Makes me wonder how many women you've slept with." She said with a teasing little smirk that he wanted to wipe off her face.
"As if I'd answer that, yoi."
"Stingy."
"This is the fourth time we've run into each other, yoi." Marco suddenly said as the two walked down the cloudy roads of Weatherton, he was recounting all the times they had met over the years. "I'm starting to think you're stalking me."
"I think this was the only time we didn't end up in bed." Aiko said with a small laugh as she ignored his jab about stalking.
Marco shrugged, "The night's still young, yoi."
She smiled up at him in that way of hers. The two stopping in the middle of their walk. But, that was okay since they seemed to be in some isolated area, there were no buildings, no stalls, no people, just an endless line of fluffy clouds all around them. They could still hear the loud noises coming from the town though, an indication that the world was still there, waiting for them to get back. Aiko looked down at her feet for a moment and kicked at the soft fluffy ground. Sky Islands were amazing.
She looked back up at the blond commander. "Do you want something to happen, Phoenix?"
"Always." He replied instantly. Leaning down, so that their foreheads touched. Despite the closeness, he didn't make a move to kiss her. If he kissed her he was sure that these feeling he's been keeping away for so long would suddenly burst out. He was sure he wouldn't be able to crush them anymore. If he kissed her then he wouldn't be able to leave his feelings here on Weatherton, they'd follow him. Chase and plague until he saw her again. That was just something he couldn't have, especially since they only saw each other every few years. He just couldn't deal with something like this lingering in the back of his mind.
Now that he thought about it, maybe kissing was the problem. Didn't people have some kind of saying about how only lovers kissed or some other such nonsense like that? The two of them did kiss a lot, way too much for a one night stand. Marco quickly shook his head, why in the world was he thinking about this anyway? It was stupid. It's not like kissing makes you fall in love with someone.
"Hey, hot stuff." Aiko called, moving her forehead away from his, so that she could look at him better.
"Hmm…?" He responded, thankful for the distraction from his nonsensical thoughts.
"Wanna play with that honey?" She gestured to the jar in his hand with a mischievous little grin. Shivering slightly at the thought of that tongue of his; that expert tongue that could make her toes curl.
He let out a feral smirk, mind conjuring up dozens of scenarios in under a second. "You better be serious, yoi. I don't like teases."
Aiko nicked the jar from his hands and popped the lid open slowly, throwing it somewhere on the fluffy ground. She kept eye contact as she dipped the tips of her fingers inside the jar, coating each one the same shade as her eyes, before bringing them to her lips. Seductively sucking every single one in a way that had Marco's mind going straight into the gutter, his pants suddenly feeling extremely tight. He wanted to let her finish licking off her fingers in that arousing way, but his impatience got the better of him.
With quick hands, he had an arm cupping the back of her head, tilting it upward as he dipped his free fingers into the jar of honey, before bringing them up to her lips. Rubbing his honey coated thumb against her bottom lip, until she opened her mouth. The blond wasting no time and capturing her lips in a searing kiss that tasted of sweetness and sin. He deepened the kiss, his hand tilting her head up as his other hand smeared honey all over the woman's shirt. Before he could make a move to re-dip his fingers, his eyes widened in surprise.
Marco's mind registered the fireworks lighting up the night sky, before he refocused on the more important matter at hand. A sticky substance was dripping down his head and over his entire body, his clothes were completely wrecked, along with his hair that had taken the brunt of the pasty substance. He grimaced and when his eyes went up to glare at the culprit that had thrown the honey over him, he saw her grinning in triumph.
"Don't you look scrumptious?" She teased as she quickly moved away from him. Running a bit, so she'd be out of his reach as she yelled, "You're the one that said you wanted to play!"
"You're dead, yoi." He muttered under his breath, mind fully processing what just happened as he quickly shed his ruined jacket. Dropping it on the ground as he made a move to chase the woman. Her head start proved to be useless as Marco was quick to catch up with her purposely slow pace once he shifted into his hybrid Phoenix form. The man tackling her to the ground, the two tumbling for a bit, before finally stopping with Marco above her. The man quickly began covering her entire form in honey. He made sure to lather an extra layer over her clothes just to get back at her for dirtying his favorite jacket.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She laughed as he continued spreading it over her, unrelenting in his ministrations. "Wait! PHOENIX! NO! STO—AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Once he was satisfied, he sat up, straddling her hips. She was completely covered in the stuff, from her clothes to her skin, her hair wasn't spared either. Messy, bunched and stuck together. She was panting heavily under him, a wide smile on her face and he couldn't help, but notice how she wasn't struggling anymore.
He returned her grin for a quick second, before taking the opportunity to lean down and let his tongue lick off the honey down her chest.
"Oi, oi!" Thatch yelled as he caught sight of two familiar figures walking down an isolated path. He ran up to them only for his eyes to widen at what he saw. There, before him was Marco completely topless, his purple jacket in his hand, claw marks and red spots running down the expanse of his entire upper body. The man obviously, hadn't thought to heal himself yet. Aiko was beside him, her clothes and hair a complete mess and she had a large noticeable hickey on the side of her neck. But, that wasn't what was most surprising, what was most surprising was how utterly… sticky they looked. "What the hell?" Thatch asked dumbly. His mind not processing what his eyes were, in fact, seeing.
"Nice timing, yoi." Marco suddenly said, his blue flames going over his body and healing the multiple claw marks. "We need some clothes and a couple buckets of water."
"And some soap and shampoo." Aiko added as she frowned down at her sticky skin.
"HAAAAHHH?!" The pompadour haired commander yelled.
"Thanks, yoi." Marco muttered, clasping the man on the shoulder. "You're a great brother."
"WAIT! WAIT! WAIT!" He shouted, it was a good thing that they weren't close to the town. "Where am I supposed to get multiple buckets of water?"
"A hose works too." Marco suggested.
"NO! THAT'S NOT THE PROBLE—WAIT!" His shocked screaming was starting to make their heads hurt. "WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU TWO?!"
Marco raised an eyebrow, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. "Are you really asking that, yoi?"
Thatch glared, looking between the two with narrowed eyes, before he turned with a huff. "Fine." He bit out, he'd be sure to get back at the first division commander for making him run some stupid errands. As if he were some kind of cabin boy, while he got laid. In a public place. It just… it just wasn't fair. "I'll be back."
"You're a lifesaver, cheffy." Aiko said with that happy grin of hers.
Thatch noticed it seemed a bit different from the one he was able to put on her face. The kind of grin that only came out when Marco was around. The man sighed loudly, why couldn't these two just admit that something was there already? No, he already knew the reason why. He grumbled a bit under his breath, but decided to help them. He wouldn't try to make his brother own up to feelings he obviously didn't want. He'd just help the two whenever they met and came across stupid problems like wrecking their clothes because of public fucking sex. He didn't care that no one was around, for Roger's sake, it was still a public place!
"Thank you!" Aiko called to the retreating form of Thatch as Marco wrapped an arm around her, bringing her close to press an open mouthed kiss to her temple.
"Towels too, yoi!" Marco yelled, cupping a hand around his mouth. Thatch only raised his hand in acknowledgement as he picked up the pace.
"He's a good brother." Aiko said, Marco looked down at her smiling face and he nodded slightly at her statement. Bringing her a bit closer, the woman planting a kiss on his tattooed chest.
"He is, yoi." He muttered, squeezing her as close as possible to his frame. He was glad that they'd be staying on this island for a few days. He didn't question the reason why he was happy, he just was. "Did you just call him... cheffy?" He asked, raising an already impossibly arched eyebrow even further.
"Cute, right?" She responded with a happy grin.
"I'm a little jealous, yoi." He admitted, shrugging his shoulders. "I thought only I got the nicknames."
"You're still number one, hot stuff." He grinned at her quick reply.
"Well, don't you know how to flatter a guy." God, he wanted a drink. He probably should have asked Thatch to go get them some alcohol and maybe some food, while he was at it. In the back of his mind, Marco just knew that his mate would get back at him for this. "So... Are you sore?" He asked teasingly, changing the topic. The current atmosphere was a bit too sweet for his liking.
Aiko mock glared at him, before playing along with his teasing. "Of course I am. You're a brute that doesn't know how to hold back."
He frowned at her lies, shooting the woman a scathing glance. He'd be using their time together for the next few days to exhaust all his pent up feelings and frustrations for the woman before him, so that he could leave this island without the usual remorse he felt whenever he left her company. If he still felt some kind of lingering feeling after this, then he really needed some help.
"I'll bite you, yoi."
The grin she had on her face was absolutely blinding.
"I might like it."
A/N: I rearranged the chapters. I had to release this because you guys needed to know the story of this, before I release the later chapters and I didn't want to suddenly have an OMAKE interrupting the storyline, cause the story is about to go into fast pace mode.
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