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Valor confined himself inside his room. After he made the outrage just now, he left without saying a single word to the whole crew. Right now, he is drawing some draft (he got the paper from someone's room and stole a bunch of them) in a speed that he never expected to have (9 seconds/paper). He had drawn at least 10 pages already and all of them was from the marineford saga. He would only draw what he remembers, he can't just memorize it all right? And besides, it's only a draft.
"SDfsddsdfgert— wait, I got this wrong…" he crumpled on and started drawing again in another paper
"OI! You fuck ass shit! Get out of there!" Kidd started banging with the already ruined door but was left ignored by Valor. In this kind of situation he's in, he couldn't hear anything but his own mind from too much concentrating. BTW, he wanted to be a mangaka but decided not to
"Why you little— Im coming in!" then he kicked the door open and saw Valor obsessively drawing something that he doesn't understand. It was creepy… Seeing the hyperly stupid teen become serious all of the sudden, he would think it was the end of the world. Right now, he has to see what the teen is planning to do
"This… this is wrong…" he crumpled another paper and threw it to the side. Another paper was replaced and now he is drawing another draft
"I can't just forget that scene…" he mumbled to himself and continued to draw another draft
"It's bleeding…" Killer said out of nowhere making Kid jump a bit. He glared at Killer but then looked at Valor's bleeding hand
"That's… Isn't that Whitebeard Pirates..?" Killer noticed the shapes of the drafts and got near to it cautiously
"Hey… Impossible... If I could remember well, he was with us so it's impossible for him to watch the execution…" I flipped the pages of the draft and looked at Kidd
"Kidd, let's leave him…" Kidd frowned
"Why should I?!" Killer just pulled him outside the room leaving the teen do his remembering job.
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It has been an hour, Valor was still drawing drafts. But at least now he's about to end… His memories of the saga wasn't really complete but it will at least help him determine and theoretically determine which were the ones that were changed…
"Ahhh… the last draft…" he shakingly finished the last draft and fell on the ground from over working his brain. His hand hurts so much… This feeling was actually nolgastic. When was it again when he wrote too much? 12? 15? He doesn't remember anymore… But he knows the best that this one was worse than the other one…
"I… I seriously need to stop being a overly obsessed fan… But seriously, this world will crumble if this continues…" he stood up and looked at the pile of drafts he just made. Half of it was a bit bloody because of the cut on his hand but it wasn't really much that it would make it unreadable…
"I should hide this… I'll be needing this…" he took all the papers with his other hand and looked at the air
"Inventory…" he shoved everything to the window and closed it. He went outside where Killer and Wire was waiting for him.
"Killer~nii?" he looked questioningly at the two
"Those drawings… I know you know what I am talking about…" he nodded and smiled
"Yup… it was about the Whitebeard pirates. But right now, I don't have enough information to form a theory…" Killer sighed and looked away
"There was a guy a bit older than you named 'Isora' in their crew. It was said that he was the one who saved the 4th Division Commander and killed the Fleet Admiral Akainu with Whitebeard and the 1st Division Commander... Will that satisfy you..?" he was dumbstrucked at Killer but then smiled
"Do you know what ability he has?" Killer made a thought and flicked his fingers
"It was Doodle Doodle Fruit… Everything he draws would come to life in a time limit…"
"I see… thank you Killer~nii… I appreciate the help…" with that, he fell limp on the ground from tiredness and took a short nap.
"AAACHOOO!" a blue haired teen sneezed loudly making the other look at him worriedly
"What is it, Isora? You got sick all of the sudden?" he snorted and wiped his snot with his left hand
"Someone is talking at my back… But I hope it's not really bad…" he sighed and looked at the newspapers. A piece of paper fell down on the ground making him look at it in curiosity
WANTED
~EFFECT VALOR~
DEAD OR ALIVE
—20,000,000 beri—
"Oh? A new comer?" he smiled at the look of the person in the picture. It was a teen like him, but looked younger. He had red flowers surrounded in his head while he smiles sweetly. Hey… wait a minute… that face looks oddly familiar…
"Hmmm~? Babe, it's quite rare for you to be interested in newbies…" Thatch came and smooched at the guys head. He processed where he met this guy. But then, a big *DING sound was heard when he realized who it was
"AAAAAHHHHH—!" he shouted making Thatch fall on his but
"W-what happened?!" Thatched asked in confusion and worry making Isora look at him with teary eyes
"This—! He—!" he couldn't form words... it was either from shock or from happiness
"O-oi! Relax!" he breathed raggedly and then he finally relaxed
"I never thought I would see the person who I will never forget…" he smiled and looked at the Wanted poster in the brink of tears
"It's been a long time! I wonder why you still look so very young…" Thatch stood and looked at the Wanted poster
"Thatch, this is Hermes… My big brother..!" he smiled widely and hugged the piece of paper
"Oh, I heard about him… He was the one who fought with the Vice Admiral called Niku. That's how he got the wanted poster…" he stated at felt happy to see his boyfriend grinning at the picture of his long lost brother…
"You wanna look for him…" Isora wiped his tear and smiled brightly at Thatch
"Yes!"
"Then it's settled then!"
"Is he okay?" Heat asked the doctor in curiosity while looking at Valor. The doctor nodded and took some notes
"He was just over working himself. He just needs rest and enough sleep."
"How about his wound?" The doctor looked at him questioningly
"Wound? What wound? I did see blood on his hand but there were no wounds…" Heat nodded and understood why it suddenly disappeared.
"Are you assigned to him today?" he looked at the kid and nodded
"I wonder why our captain is protective to this kid…" the doctor chuckled and looked at the peacefully sleeping kid
"It's because of his appeal, that's why…" now Heat was confused
"Ghahahahaha! Seriously, you didn't know? Kidd was keeping him company because he was his type. You know… Cocky, likes to talk back, a little strong, shorter than he is… Seriously, you didn't notice..?" he chuckled at Heat who was trying to think
"Ghahahahaha! I guess it's a job only doctors know…"
"No… It's actually a job that Stalkers would know…" then the doctor laughed loudly making the teen groan on his sleep
/TO BE CONTINUED/