A/N: Yo! I know I promised the next chapter will be about battles but changed of plans my dear readers. I needed to get this one out of my chest or I can't concentrate for the next scenes!

Oh, and can I say how happy I am that Law belongs to the D family? Yeah! I was waiting for our test when my friend showed it to me and I was like 'This is the best Christmas present I ever got!' even though Christmas was still far away.

WARNINGS: PREPARE SOME TISSUES, FASTEN YOUR SEATBELTS BECAUSE THE BUS OF FEELS IS ABOUT TO TAKE OFF.

Chapter 19: Insanity, Insanity

Something was very wrong…

Sabo just knew it the moment his eyes saw his father standing on the other side of the hallway. He did not know what it was but a cold like winter was whispering in his ears saying that run, run while you still can…you do not want to see what he can do to you. These words echoed inside his mind.

Something was very wrong…

The look that his father gave to them was something aching to animosity. Like he did not know them at all…like they were strangers that invaded his privacy without prior invitation. Why? Why did he look at them like that? Why did he look so dangerous, so scary, even for Sabo's standards? He could not move. His legs were shaking in fear. His no expert at things like aura and the likes and he did not believe in such things also back in the past, but now… now he knew that some of it were true.

Something was very wrong…

Even Ace knew that. He saw a lot of crimes. A lot of murders. He saw people taking pleasure in torturing others before finishing them, which was if their victims had the pleasure of being killed. Some criminals keep their toys alive so they could have a plaything for much longer time. But the moment he saw those cold piercing eyes, he knew that the word sadism could not cut it. Was there even a word that had a higher rank than sadism? Murderers love to inflict pain, criminals love to see sufferings, they love to see their victims writhing in agony. But even though knowing this, Ace knew that there is much, much more behind those eyes. He was scared. He did not want to admit it out loud but he was really, really scared. He wanted those eyes to stop looking at him. The feeling it gave off was much worst that him living in the streets for so long. Much worse than him seeing the bad side of humanity, and right now, he only knew one thing. The only thing that registered in his mind and he wanted it to be an impossible thing. He wanted it to be just his imagination going haywire. But of all people, he knew that his instincts were never wrong.

They will be killed…

Killed by the person he trusted most…

But…this person was not the same man he learned to call as 'Dad'…

Who was this guy having the same face as his father?

What did they do to his Dad?

Something was very wrong…

Surgeon of Death felt it the moment he saw those three kids. He was annoyed, irritated beyond words. Why did they call him 'Daddy'? Why those eyes show such excitement, such love the moment they saw him? He was not a fool and he was not also an idiot. He knew those kids knew his 'King'. They share such a deep bond to the person he really love the most.

He did not like it one bit.

The only person who was allowed to love and care to his 'King' was him and him alone. He would allow anyone to take the place away from him. He already lost eight years. Eight years of misery away from his 'King'. He did not care if they were kids, toddlers or women. If they were so close to his 'King' then he would eliminate them. His 'King' would never be bound! His 'King' would be free!

When he narrowed his eyes he knew that the two kids realized the message he wanted to convey. He could see them shaking in fear. They knew that they were going to be killed the moment they took a step. Don't matter if it will be backward or forward. The moment they made a single step they will be killed.

But alas, there are three kids.

The third, and probably the youngest, ran forward and gave him such a tight embrace. The happiness and love radiated from the boy wearing a strawhat was enough to make Surgeon of Death to puke. He was disgusted.

He would kill this kid…

The strawhat kid was about to say something. When Surgeon of Death saw the opening of the mouth he immediately pulled on the child's hair mercilessly. Inflicting the pain he wanted to convey. Inflicting the eight years taken away from him, these kids had taken his place. He just knew it. He was replaced by such annoying little creatures.

He would not show any form of mercy, of sympathy. Only hatred.

The kid screamed in pain. The other two called out. So the name of the boy was 'Luffy'.

He lifted Luffy away from him. He let the gravity helped him in his job. He knew the feeling being grabbed by the hair and dangled up sixth feet from the ground. No wonder Luffy was crying in pain.

He liked it…he liked the tears running down…

"D-Daddy…" Luffy whimpered and hearing the title made Surgeon of Death's blood run boiled. He tightened his grip. The scream maybe rid the frozen state of the other two as they run towards him, pipe in hands.

"Let go of him!" the boy with freckles on his face shouted as he lunged at Surgeon of Death.

He was not taken by surprise but it was enough for him to let go of the boy and jumped a few steps away from them. Maybe the blond kid thought it was an opportunity to attack him from behind but it was not because the moment Surgeon of Death felt his presence he was already prepared to kick the blond on the gut and send him flying towards the ceiling. Surgeon of Death was a bit proud that he kicked strong enough for the kid to reach an impact to the cemented ceiling.

"Sabo!" the freckled boy screamed as he sprinted towards Surgeon of Death for the second time. The kid was smart. Surgeon of Death knew that the aim of the freckled boy was not to harm him but to gain distance away from him. But he will not allow them to run away from him. Still he let some distance to be made. Why not have some fun before finally finishing them?

Now something was definitely and absolutely wrong.

All the fears building up inside Ace's stomach was finally confirmed the moment that 'person' gripped Luffy's hair like it was some piece of cloth being lifted to see if there were some stains.

That 'person' was not the one he called 'Dad'.

That 'person' was a monster.

The second time Luffy screamed it was enough for Ace to get rid of the frozen feeling in his body. He only knew one thing now.

They need to get away from that 'man'.

Sabo knew this also because when Ace attacked the man in order to get Luffy the blond went behind of their latest enemy. It was a good strategy. But Ace should have known that things will never be that easy. The moment the 'man' turned around he kicked Sabo so hard that his brother hit the ceiling in unforgiving force. That's it, their father could not even raise a finger on them no matter how unruly they were. This 'man' was not really his father.

"Who are you?" Ace demanded when he secured his brothers. Luffy was on his left side whimpering from the pain he just felt. He winced a little bit when he saw some blood on the scalp of his baby brother. The man pulled so hard to warrant such an effect. Sabo, on his right, was in no good condition also. The blond was coughing so hard like he had a furball stuck on his throat. But from the sounds of it, it seems like there were no broken ribs. How it became like that Ace did not know. An impact like that should render a person's body useless for a while or unconscious, but weirdness was something that described their everything, their whole life.

"Who am I?" the man repeated his question and tilted his head on the left side as if weighing if he should answer. Then he gave such a malicious smirk that sent shivers down Ace's spine, "Should I tell you my name? I don't see the reason why when I am about to kill all of you know."

Okay, let's put that on Ace's check list. One, this man was not his father and two he really want to kill them. Let's gave the freckled boy an award for having the right answers. Now, if only Ace has such great instincts when having a science test then he will be happy.

"Yeah! Who the hell are you, bastard?! Why do you have the same face as our Daddy?!"

Oops….it looked like Luffy finally recovered. And his little brother was angry for being manhandled so many times, one, when they were kidnapped and two, now when they were trying to rescue their father.

Though it seemed that those were the wrong words to be said because the moment it echoed around the room the temperature dropped ten times than before. The man in front of them was not trying to conceal his anger anymore.

"Who the hell are you, you insufferable brats?" the man said those words with enough malice to make Ace cower in fear and took a few steps back and urged his brothers to follow him, "Why do you call my 'King' you're 'Daddy'? Do you think you can replace me? Do you think you can protect him far better than me? Ha! Don't make me laugh! You could barely protect yourselves right now!"

What the hell this guy means?

Sabo was beyond confused right now. King? Who was this guy talking about? His father? His King was Trafalgar Law? Wait, did that mean that his father was part of a royalty? No, if that was the case then this person might be his father's evil twin. Evil, identical, twin brother. But no, that theory was so far of reached. It was not possible. His father was an orphan. And he never heard a royal family with the surname of Trafalgar. Also, what did he mean by protecting? Why would his Dad need protection from his evil twin? What did that guy meant about replacing? So many questions!

"Who are you?" Sabo repeated the question of his brother with the calmest tone he could muster.

Maybe the tone had some effect. The man put his right palm on his forehead and chuckled a bit as if Sabo just made a third rate joke and was being laughed at for delivering it so poorly.

"Well, no one will be hurt if I will humor you kids for a bit." The man made a mocking bow in front of them to introduce himself, "My name is Surgeon of Death. I'm the one who protects this body, this person. I am created to serve no one but my 'King'. I am made to kill the people that will do harm to my 'King'."

Sabo was always praised for having such a quick thinking mind. They even praised him as a natural genius. Back in the past he just shrugged off such praises saying that having two idiotic brothers around one must know how to formulate plans in case it was needed for some escapade. Alas, his mind never failed him to form the answers hidden behind those words.

"Ace…we can't hurt him…" Sabo whispered but he knew his brother heard him.

"Do you think I can't see that? This guy is way out of our league. We will be dead in seconds if we try to even land a scratch on him." Ace answered with frustration.

"That is not what I mean…" Sabo's tone was similar to the kind of discovering that your loved one was going to die in such a young age. Ace looked on his brother's face and he saw a shocked not similar to their earlier reaction when they saw 'Surgeon of Death'.

"What do you mean?"

"Ace…that's our Dad."

It was Ace's turn to be surprised for the second time.

"What do you mean he is 'our Dad'," he hissed in whisper. It seems like Surgeon of Death was letting them have a mini conversation before sending them to their, ahem, death. "Maybe he looked like our Dad but that is where their similarities ends. Sabo, he is not our Dad. Really? Of all people I thought you will realize it much earlier. That man is not Trafalgar Law! Dad will never hurt us!"

"Let me explain you idiot!" no matter how grave the situation they were in Sabo could never control his reflexes in hitting his brother on the head, "Did you not heard what he just said!"

"Then why won't you enlighten us with your wisdom because obviously I don't!" Ace replied sarcastically.

"That guy is our 'Dad' or at least that body belongs to our 'Dad'."

"What?"

Sabo sighed, how should he explain this?

"Ever know of Multiple Personality Disorder?"

"Sabo, I'm just a ten year old kid with the mind of a ten year old. Do you think I know those crazy terms at this age?"

Right… he had an idiotic brother.

"In simple terms there are two people inside that body. One is our 'Dad' and the other is 'Surgeon of Death'. One body but two conflicting identities inside."

Ace looked at him like he was speaking in French trying to court him.

"In much more simple terms that is Dad's body but Dad is trapped inside by Surgeon of Death."

At last Ace finally caught up in what he wanted to say.

"Bastard! Let my Dad go!"

At least Sabo hoped Ace got the gist of things now. But he knew yelling and saying the word 'Dad' or 'Daddy' will invoke more anger from the man he called himself as Surgeon of Death.

Seriously, who in their proper mind would name their alternate 'Surgeon of Death' was that supposed to mean that this personality was a psychotic killer who kills anyone who will get in his way? What did he mean by the way in the protecting issues?

But the only theory that he would honor right now was that his father had a very traumatic pass to form an alternate version of himself. Maybe he was experimented. Like that one anime he accidentally watched when he could not sleep one night.

He swore he would never watch anything related to BL.

Anyways in that anime the story centers about creating perfect spies. Having alternate, split personalities, of themselves. Erasing their memories and only be awakened when the proper time comes. But in the ending the experiment proved to be a success the only downfall was that the alternate versions swore to protect their main persona. Even if it means that they need to kill the body they inhabited just to protect the main persona from harm's way.

Wait…kill the body?

Did that mean Surgeon of Death will commit suicide if the time comes where he could not protect his so called 'King'? Did that mean his Dad will die in the hands of his own split personality? The very thought was making nauseous.

"Hey guys…"

Sabo was busy thinking and Ace was still trying to absorb their situation that he almost forgot about Luffy. When their little brother spoke they turned their attention to him and they found out that Luffy was getting scared now. All courage and anger was left forgotten. All thoughts of happiness in seeing their father was forgotten. What could make their little brother to look like that right now?

"What is it, Luffy?" Ace asked as he tried to calm his little brother.

"Where is that Surgy-person?"

Ace and Sabo looked in front of them and Luffy was right. Surgeon of Death was no longer there. Where did that guy have gone to?

"I think I gave you enough time to talk before I send you to your deaths." Ice ran down their body as the too familiar fear since this all scene started crept in every vein they had.

Turning around Sabo saw Surgeon of Death holding a dangerously looking scissors. Who would keep scissors in their person? No, seriously why would anyone think that keeping scissors near them was a good idea? Knife, Sabo could understand. Box-cutter, kitchen knife, or anything that could resemble a knife but a pair of scissors?

Only the most eccentric murderer will chose that as their murder weapon.

Why did he ponder at such things in the first place? Right he and his brothers would be cut just like a piece of paper if they would not move away.

"Ace! Luffy! Jump!"

Those were the only orders that needed to get all of them to get away the moment Surgeon of Death pushed the blades of the scissors down. The only thing that Sabo could not calculate was how fast the Psycho could move. Yes, he now dubbed Surgeon of Death as 'Psycho' because the name 'Surgeon of Death' was too long to pronounce and his brain could not wrap up around it when he was facing literal death in the face right now. The death with a small 'd' not Death from the name of their killer right now.

Good thing the blond named 'Killer' was not here or else Sabo would have a breakdown from all the confusing names.

Anyways, Psycho was much agile than Sabo prepared himself to expect. The moment they jumped away Psycho adjusted his slashed and maneuvered it to the nearest body it could make contact with. To his and Ace's horror, Luffy was the nearest body. It was just a scissor but the scissor proved itself to Sabo that it could also be used as a killing tool and not just shearing mundane things.

The scissors made a very deep X cut on Luffy's chest.

The amount of blood spilling on the ground made Sabo deaf by his own screaming mixed with Ace's.

Criminals love to inflict pain…

Ace was about to hit Psycho with his pipe and Sabo did not have the strength to stop his brother even though his mind screamed run! It was too late for both of them. Since this started everything they do was too late. Psycho was already in front of Ace and was about to stab his brother with the bloody scissors.

They needed to get away from him.

"Ace!" Sabo pushed his brother away. He knew luck was never on his side. Psycho managed to cut his back. He knew he would have a diagonal scar that started from his right shoulder blades down to his left hip. He just knew it would scar because the blood just sipped out from his body with slowly but continuously speed. How pathetic, dying from blood loss by the hands of the split personality of your own father.

Demise…

Despair…

Hopelessness…

Misery…

"Stop… Please…" Sabo heard—for the first time in his life—Ace pleading. His brother was pleading, pleading not to be killed. Never, in Sabo's life, he wished to hear such words in such tone from his freckled brother's mouth, "Please…don't kill my brothers… Please…" Sabo could feel Ace's arms wrapping around his body. He felt that Ace was moving him somewhere. Slowly and gently Ace moved him. Maybe Ace was circling around Psycho, maybe Psycho was having fun in seeing that terror in Ace's eyes whatever it was Sabo was glad to see Luffy from his half lidded eyes. At least he still got the chance to see his little brother before he died. He knew Luffy still got his infamous good luck so Sabo knew that his baby brother would live. For him… well the fates would always love to throw dirt on his face.

"Please…Don't kill my brothers…"

Tears…

Sabo felt the tears falling down his face. He was vaguely aware that his face was lying on Ace's lap. His head was shifted on the right that's why he could see Luffy clearly…as clearly as he could from his state. He was grateful that Ace opted in making him lie on his stomach so that his injury on his back will not be aggravated even more.

"Dad…Please…Don't kill us…"

Surgeon of Death did not knew what was happening but the moment he saw tears running down from the freckled boy's face all of his movements stopped. Like the body knew what his memory did not know.

"Dad…Please…Don't kill us…"

What was that? That voice? Why that voice did seem so familiar to him? He was so sleepy. He just wanted to sleep. But then that voice was causing him to wake up. That voice should not sound like that. Who owned that voice? He needed to wake up in order to find out.

Like someone who awakened from a comma Trafalgar Law fight the sleep spell cast on his mind as he forced his eyes to open. He blinked once, twice, trying to register where he was. He was lying on a soft, fluffy bed. Flowers surrounded the ground. This place was so peaceful he just wanted to go back to sleep.

"Dad…Please…Don't kill us…"

That pleading voice was back again. Law sat up abruptly looking from left to right trying to find the owner of the voice. Who was speaking? It sounded like a child. A very young child. But…there is no child in this place.

Then there was a mirror beside his pillow. It was small it fitted Law's palm. He gazed at it for a second. For second it showed his reflection then it changed the image from him to the image of a child looking at him in terror. That freckled boy's right hand was clutching a blond boy on his lap while the left hand was rested on the head of another raven haired child.

Why those kids looked so familiar to him?

And that person was not him. They may share the same physical features but Law knew that it was not him.

Someone…someone…replaced him…hurting those kids…hurting his children…his sons…

His sons…

"But," Law started again as he gently caress the hands that wanted to shied away from reality, "Shanks may not come back for you physically but he is still there," he smiled softly as he got a curious glance from Luffy. Very similar to the child that he met for the first time, "You see, when people die their body ceased to move but they always stay with you."

He remembered that strawhat wearing boy. He was the one who made the kid to accept that death of his first 'Daddy'.

"You're a very detailed kid, huh?" he commented as he saw how each sentenced used a clear description based on what the kid saw, "It's not that bad," he finally declared as he closed the notebook, "He only has tonsillitis, so you should finished that parfait already."

That blond kid. He helped that boy to buy medicines for his little brother.

"Everyone deserves to live. If you think that everything around you gets destroyed then that is because you are weak. Become stronger than you are now, prove to the world that it is wrong for belittling your capacity. Prove to them that Shanks is not wrong for raising you and your brothers." Another deep breath, his vision was slowly fading but he did not concern himself about it because he knew he made his point judging from the shocked expression of Ace. That or he was still surprised from his slap, "Life is a gift not a curse. Live with no regrets. You should do something worthwhile to it."

And that freckled boy….oh good gracious what happened to them.

What did he do to his kids?

Angered consumed him immediately at what happened and what was still happening. Surgeon of Death dared to harm his children. He would not let his psychotic side to kill the people he tried so hard to keep alive. He loved them, cared for them, he would not let his other side to ruin it further.

Shit… Sabo and Luffy were bleeding. If nothing was done immediately then his two kids will die and the last one would surely have a mental breakdown. Just seeing Ace's terror filled eyes Law knew that his assumption was dead right on its tracks.

He set his feet on the ground but yelped in pain when it came contact to thorns that erupted suddenly from the ground. The perfect paradise earlier was now a prison of thorns.

"Damn you, Surgeon of Death. Imprisoning me in my own mind." Law muttered.

This was his mind….

That's right…this was his mind…his own torture room… he needed to get out from this room…

He could care less if those thorns would make his feet bleed. He could care less of what will it do to him. With determination set on his mind he ran on the thorny field. Pricking and slashing his feet, making him bleed and feel pain like before. Self-inflicted pain was one thing he never knew he would do but if this means he could save his kids then he would happily obliged.

Walking on thorny ground was like suffering in purgatory.

Running on thorny ground was like being thrown in hell and continue to cry in misery.

Then he reached a wall. Why he was not surprised that it was also made in thorns? No doors or windows, just your plain old barrier of thorns he only heard in fairy tales. This sucks.

He gripped the stems when he saw that there were no spaces that were not occupied by those sharp objects. Blood made a drip drop sound as it flowed down from his hands. He pulled harder, this stem of thorns proved to have sturdy roots that he needed to put all his strength on it. He did not care what would happen to his hands. Just like what happened on his feet. Both parts were bleeding and he could care less about it.

"Stop it!"

That was Surgeon of Death. He knew his other persona was trying to prevent him from escaping because every time he managed to pull a set of thorns another set immediately replaced it. But it will not deter him. He continued what he was doing and no one can stop him.

"Stop it! Don't hurt yourself, please! Listen to me King!"

"I will not. It's either you let me out right now or I will force my way out from here." Law replied as he continued pulling and shredding his skin.

"Why are you doing this to me?!"

"I'm supposed to ask that question! Why are you doing this to me?! Why torture me like this?! Why are you destroying everything that is important to me?!"

"I didn't do anything wrong to you! I'm just trying to protect you!"

Hearing those last words made him stop. Why did Law felt like he was forgetting an important part of his memory? Something aching to a long lost promise…

"Why…why do you think I'm hurting you….why?"

Ace had no words to describe what he was seeing. He was ready to beg, no actually he was already begging the man not to kill his brothers. Maybe somewhere his Dad could hear him. He pleaded for their lives. Then Surgeon of Death started shouting phrases that had completely no relation to what was happening to them right now. Surgeon of Death staggered backwards away from them. The bloody scissors was left forgotten on the ground. The man was covering his face, tears running down as if his heart was broken to tiny, little, and dusty pieces.

What was happening now?

Surgeon of Death sat on the ground and curled up like a ball. He looked like a little boy who got hurt by being rejected by his family. A boy who was not understood, who was not accepted by anyone. Somehow Ace took pity on him.

"All this time…all this time I'm just doing everything to protect you. To keep you from suffering…" Surgeon of Death tugged on his hair, "Why am I always the villain? Why can't I be the hero in your eyes?"

The rooms of thorns started to crumble and Law saw the eight year old version of himself standing in front of him. That was his age when he started to be aware of his other side. The child was crying, sobbing, choking on his own tears. Somehow Law took pity on him.

"I-I don't mind being your Queen of Hearts…I-I don't mind if you hate me…What I can't bear is to be…to be separated from you again!"

What had he done? What was he thinking? All of this…all of this was his creation…. So why did he pin all the blame to the persona he created out of his misery.

Ah…yes….

Surgeon of Death was his escape door.

His band-aid to prevent the infection to enter his heart.

The side that he could blame when he was in pain.

The side who took all his hurt without any complains.

What did he do in return?

Scorn him, continue to blame him, locked him away for so long left in isolation… and worst of all, he had forgotten him.

He was had been as cruel as the person who forced him to create Surgeon of Death. He had been the person whom he really doesn't want to be unconsciously.

How horrible he could be?

He kneeled down in front of eight year old Surgeon of Death. He wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in a tight hug.

"I'm sorry…"

You were always there beside me. Accompanying me when I am alone…

"I'm sorry…"

You cheer me up when I am down…

"I'm sorry…"

I pushed you to your limits because I always came to you crying while covered in blood.

"I'm sorry…"

You're not the murderer…all this time I thought you were the murderer, the monster who dictated my life…

"I'm sorry…"

But now I realize…

"I'm sorry…"

I'm the murderer…I'm the monster….

"I'm sorry…"

You're the victim…not me…

"Please…please…don't leave me alone again…please…"

Surgeon of Death clutched the fabric of Law's shirt as he cried his heart out. He did not want to be alone again. He learned that being alone hurts more than being cut, than being punched, than being kicked. He did not want to feel that pain again. He could not stand it.

"I won't."

His eyes suddenly opened when he sensed the conviction hidden in Law's tone. He looked up trying to see if he was dreaming.

"I am certified insane but I don't care anymore." Law gave him a gentle smile, "I promise that I will never leave you now. I left you alone for eight agonizing years, blaming you for every unfortunate event that happened to me. Now I realized that you are not the person I must blame. It was all my fault."

"No! No, King! This is not your fault!" like a child Surgeon of Death tried to argue with him, "You gave me life, you taught what you know, you… you…. You're the only friend I have…" he said it in a whisper but Law heard him well.

"That's why," Law ruffled Surgeon of Death's hair, "I'm certified insane."

"What do you mean?"

"From now on you will always be beside me…er…I mean, inside me… whatever. The point is you always be near me, I will teach everything I learned for the past eight years, everything! I'm not the only person you need to protect. I made friends, you know? People who accepted me and I will introduce them to you. They are important to me and they will be important to you also. You know it when you meet them."

"…and the kids?"

That issue was almost forgotten and he punched Surgeon of Death on the head earning a yelp.

"Those kids are my sons… we will discuss it later but I need to go out there and patch them up…" his tone was venomous that Surgeon of Death gulped and nodded frantically.

Then, Law smiled gently and offered his hand to Surgeon of Death, "Shall we?"

Surgeon of Death will not let the opportunity to pass.

Ace's breath was caught in his throat when he saw that the man he knew as Surgeon of Death stopped crying and stood up. The man was like a drunkard the way his feet wobbled. He only became steady when hit the wall on the left. Then he rolled a little so that his forehead was on the wall and without further ado he banged his forehead on the wall. Ace was so surprised that all fear was forgotten. The hit was really hard because the man's head was bleeding. Then Surgeon of Death looked at him…only the look was very different from earlier…this one was very familiar to him…

"Ace?" for the first time, the man called him in his name. Tears run down again on his face but this time it was not in terror. It was pure relief.

"Dad? Is that you, Dad?" he managed to say in between his sobs.

"It's me…" but then his eyes landed on Sabo and Luffy, "No…"

Law ran so fast Ace didn't register it on time but he was being lifted up and placed on his father's shoulders.

"Grab tightly on my head. There is an infirmary on this floor. If I am right this castle has some stock of blood."

Yup, explanation later. He was just glad his Dad was back and his brothers need some stitching up.

A/N: Whoop! I finally got that out of my chest!

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Omake:

In which Shanks feels left out

Shanks: I know I'm just a ghost in this story but why can't I get a main scene?!

Gdesertsand: Isn't flashbacks enough of a scene?

Shanks: No!

Gdesertsand: You appeared also as a sort of guardian spirit in some chapters.

Shanks: Only a sentence! You only allow me to speak in a sentence!

Gdesertsand: Well, that can't be helped. I'm a sadist.