Look, I know it's been a long time, and please forgive me for that. I had simply lost a bit of interest into writing all of this, with the start of a new semester at a new school I totally hate (because I never went there, and I'm only going to be there for an hour, and I don't know anyone and do no WANT to know anyone...) and, well, usually I write more in the summer, but not this year it seems. I don't have much of a good reason, really. I guess, at least I'm not giving this up, right?
It might happen again, at any time I might disconnect with the fanfcition world for a while. I'll need to take decisions at some point, important decisions, and next week I'll be taking care of a German teenager girl who'll be living in my house for two weeks, so I'll probably be busy then too.
I want to thank Lodowa Korona for all the reviews you've left me not too long ago. That's part of what brought me back to this community, so thank you. Thank you to you to, yukiko hyuga-chan, for the same reasons AND to have given me some pretty good ideas for my themes x3 As you'll see with this new chapter, I've already used one of your ideas ;P
NOW READ ON!
He knew who his father was. A man, known to the whole world. The Pirate King. People kept talking about him. A demon, they were saying. A killer. Someone who did not deserve to live. Some people even called him Death himself.
At first, Ace wanted to believe. He wanted to believe his father was good, his father was the best, like every other child he knew kept saying. Because fathers are kind, right? They care for you, and they play with you, and show you awesome things, right? But Ace never saw his father. He only heard of him. And from what he heard, he knew his father wasn't like other fathers.
But that became all pointless in no time. Saying you had no father was much better and gratifying than saying your father was the devil. So he started to brag, to say he was orphan. It felt a lot better. Without him ever noticing it, a layer of ice had formed all around his heart.
However, after a bit of time, he began to hear other things, things that left him confused at first. People were saying the Pirate King's child shouldn't ever have been born. That a killer's son would definitely be a killer. Having Death as a father, no matter how hard Ace tried to believe he had no father, made him to be a son of Hell, a demon himself. And he blamed his father. Why did he have to let him be born if he knew it would only bring forth another demon? Ace already hated his father, now he despised him.
The Devil's son should share the same fate as his father. As soon as someone finds him, it was best to cut off his head, burn his skin, give his bones to the wolves, leave his eyes to the crows, let his skin rot and leave all the meat at the bottom of the ocean. So Ace began to wander, with a sort of numbness, if he should have been born. Was it a good thing I was brought to life? Does my life have a meaning?
Then his hart was ice itself. The coldness had completely numbed Ace's feelings. The coldness numbed the pain in his heart. The block of ice in his chest served as a shield against the world and the words the people shot at him.
He never expected the sparks when he met Sabo, his one and only friend. Each time they met, the sparks, in the centre of his heart, were weakening the ice block a bit. But it wasn't enough.
It was the arrival of Luffy, the weak younger boy with no brains, that changed something. Sabo's and Luffy's sparks combined to create embers. A red glow within Ace's very being. He fought against it, that he did, and he fought hard. He didn't want to lose his shield and be hurt again. But without him noticing it, cracks began to form, and it didn't take long for the ice to shatter and melt. It disappeared completely, replaced an undying fire ignited constantly by his brothers.
Soon enough, lit by his love for his family and brothers, Ace became fire himself. The warmth consumed him whole, and he found it a much better shield that his frozen heart. Now, at least, he felt alive, and he knew, withing the last moment of his life, that he had belonged to this world as much as anybody else did.
Yes, knowing that, the warmth entirely consumed him, and he welcomed it.
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