Hello, beloved readers! This chapter is so hard to me, nonetheless; I try my best to finish this properly. Please tell me you like or dislike some parts, I will appreciate your instruction.
Here's chapter 3. Hope you enjoy!
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Dangerous Charm
Marco/Izou
Chapter 3
Before Marco had come into the bungalow again, most gunmen were killed by his mighty brothers; Thatch and Ace. Whitebeard smirked, glaring at a few gunmen who didn't have any energy left to fight him. They were standing there, pointing guns at the old man and his sons but no one shot them. "Hah! Come on guys, these cowards aren't worthy to live." Ace said. "Cowards." Crocodile muttered, slashing his men and sending them down to hell. "Hmm. I see, you are never worth your men's lives." Thatch said, gritting his teeth because wounds on his back began torturing him. "Anyone resist?" Crocodile asked the rest, silence is the answer, and then his new gunmen team blocked Marco's way. "Damn it!" Marco cursed, dealing with powerful gunmen at the door. -I almost get there. They're waiting for me!- "Marco!" Ace shouted, running to help him but before he can reach where Marco was, the first floor collapsed because of bombardment before. Thatch and Ace fell down to underground floor with some gunmen. There were Whitebeard and Crocodile on the first floor, Marco was dealing with gunmen commander outside. Whitebeard was standing opposite Crocodile and there was a big hole between them. "What-the-HELL!" Thatch cursed, slashing some gunmen there. "Old man!" Ace shouted, sending some gunmen to the next life. Thatch was looking around and up, the pole was destroyed, and his old man began to fight Crocodile himself. "Shit!" Ace shot the last gunmen, holding Thatch by his side. "Are you ok?" "I'm fine." Thatch said, sweat fell down to his face, his back pained more. "We've to go up, but how?" Ace muttered. Suddenly, more gunmen followed down the hole, one of them said: "Kill them! Nothing to fear!" "Arggg...STOP disturbing me! You idiots! Go to hell!" Ace screamed with anger, shooting newcomers to death in a few seconds while Thatch was slashing those gunmen with his swords. They turned back to back, Thatch's blood drowned down to his legs but his heart was filled with power. "Ace, we have to finish this now. For old man!" "Got it!" The brave Thatch and Ace fought against the last large gunmen group there. Gunshot sounded like the rain. The swords clashed somebody's flesh, cut some gunmen's heads. On the first floor, Crocodile jumped across the hole and swung his hook for old man's head. "Hm... you are just a kid!" Whitebeard said to himself, smirked and swung his heavy halberd clashing that gold hook. "Whoa! Old man." Marco had shot the last gunmen commander there when he heard clashing sound from the inside of the bungalow. He ran into his old man, who was fighting with Crocodile. "Old man!" He called, his eyes widen when he saw a big hole in front of them. "It's just a little encounter, my son." Whitebeard said, gritted his teeth. His chest throbbed with tiredness because of his age. "Let me fight him!" Marco shouted "No!" He said, his halberd slashed the air like a whip, Crocodile stepped back. "Go help Ace and Thatch there." He ordered. Marco was about to resist, nonetheless; he jumped down the hole.
When his foot had touched the floor, gunmen shot at where he was standing. Fortunately, no one had a chance to claim his life. Marco was fast, shooting gunmen who were standing in his way, and then he was running to Thatch who had many wounds on his back. Thatch was down to his knees with blood drowned all over his body, his left leg was shot. "Hey!" Marco called his brothers. "Finally, you've come, Marco." Ace said, gritting his teeth. "These idiots are so annoying." "I see." Marco said, checking Thatch's wounds. All gunmen were sent to the next life. Bloody dead bodies were all over the floor. "We don't have time. Old man is fighting with another big idiot." Marco said, looking up to the first floor. "Yeah." Ace muttered, swinging his hooked-end rope around a strong piece of ruins at the upper. "You go first, Marco. I will send Thatch after you." Marco nodded and climbed up hurriedly. The first thing he saw was old man's left arm had a long wound. Blood stained a hook hand of Crocodile. "Old man!" He screamed, hardly believed what he had seen. "What?" Thatch muttered, Ace sending him up, calling his brother. "Hey, Marco!" Marco helped Thatch up, Ace shocked when he had seen what happened with his old man. "Pop! Let me fight!" Ace shouted, running to old man but Marco pulled him back. "Marco! Release me! What're you doing, hah?!" "Ace, stop!" Whitebeard said, still fighting with Crocodile. "This is what we call family, hah? Why can't I protect my father?!" Ace screamed, Marco tried to calm another one down. "We have to respect what he says. Calm down! Do you think we are not painful with this? All of us want to help him and send this idiot down to hell!" Thatch nodded, agreed with Marco's words. "Mind your words, you dog!" Crocodile swung his hook against Whitebeard's halberd with angry. Old man stepped back, sweat dropped down from his forehead. "All of you absolutely END here." Crocodile smirked, pointed his hook hand to Whitebeard and his sons. "Let's finish this fight! Come at once!" "Good. We are in a hurry!" Marco said, thinking of Izou. -Sorry for keep you waiting, my love.- Ace smirked, pointing his gun to Crocodile. "For my family!" He screamed, shooting a man in front of him while Marco moved Thatch to the save place. "Marco...don't.." "Shut up! I can't let you die here." And he held his old man in other arm, helping him out the battlefield. "...damn...my age." He muttered. "Don't say like that. You are an amazing warlord, old man." Marco said. White beard chuckled. "...Thatch..." "Yes, pop?" "Endure the best, my son." He patted Thatch's head, turning to look at Marco who was beginning his fight against Crocodile. -We don't have time.- Ace thought, avoiding a hook from Crocodile. -Old man hurts, Thatch has many severe wounds and Izou...- They encountered against Crocodile fiercely. Crocodile sung his hook, almost cut off Ace's head. Fortunately, Marco kicked Crocodile across the room. "Take this!" He screamed, shooting Crocodile many shots on his legs, his waist and his chest. Crocodile screamed out, gritted his teeth, trying to hide the torment he got. "Marco!" "Go Ace! Finish this." "Got it bro." Ace smirked, pointing his gun to Crocodile's head. "Farewell." *BANG!*
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Whitebeard family came outside. The bungalow was burned, and dead bodies were destroyed at the same time. Their car which was parking in front of the bungalow was smashed. Marco was holding Thatch in one arm, another one carried his cell phone, calling for his driver, but no one answers. "What happened?" He muttered. "What?" Ace asked. "I wonder why my driver doesn't answer the phone. Is there anything happened with him and Izou?" He tried calling his driver on the phone again, this time he heard a woman voice came out. "Hey...Izou?" "Izou is here with me." She said. "What? Who are you?" "Calm down. I'm his friend, Haruta." "How can I trust you, hah?" "...let me talk...ok. Marco, it's me." "Oh...Izou! Where's my driver? What's happened with you?" "Ah...I'm going to you, wait me please. I'm on the way." Izou said with the wind sound came in the phone. "How could you come?" "...I give him a ride!...Trust my Harley-Davidson!..." Haruta shouted. "Yeah, like she said." Izou added. His voice was faint because of the pain he got. "Hmm? Harley-Davidson? What kind of Izou's friend?" Thatch muttered, smiling faintly. Ace chuckled. Marco turned to face him. "Don't talk too much. You're pain!" He said with a little smile on his face. They always be like this although in a bad situation. "Hey, old man?" Ace called with a curious voice. Old man said nothing, calling for family's emergency helicopter. "Pop?" Marco called him. "Just call the helicopter." "Well, we are so cool in this situation. "Ace said, laughing with his words. A few moments later, the light from a vehicle was coming with its sound. Everybody looked to what was coming. Marco raised his eyebrows and asked. "Who's that?" Ace tried to see who was coming with that vehicle but he couldn't see anyone because of the light. "Be careful everyone." He said. "Eh? Marco, you said Izou's coming with his friend, right?" Marco nodded and added. "I guess they are what we see now." The green Harley-Davidson was stopped in front of the Whitebeard family. A small woman wit short brown hair was a bit panicked, turning back to see Izou who was whipped and almost lost his consciousness. "Izou! Hey!" She called her beloved friend. "...yes...Haru..ta." "Izou!" Marco called, running to him. "What happened? Why do you come back?" "..." Izou couldn't say more but smiled faintly behind Haruta. "Hey...take him..." Haruta couldn't finish her speech when she had seen other men were injured and sitting there. "...call an emergency!" "Our helicopter is coming." Ace said calmly while Marco held Izou from the motorcycle. "Izou, can you hear me?" "Yes." He whispered. "...Haruta will...tell you." "It's ok. You don't have to talk anymore." He was holding Izou in arms, kissed his forehead softly and waiting for the helicopter. Haruta was worried about her friend and the rest. She bit her lips, trying the best not to let out tears. When Ace saw the women expressed feelings through her eyes, he walked to her slowly. "Could you tell me what happened?" "Uh...yes." Haruta took a deep breath, looking into Ace's eyes and then said. "I was going home and I found Izou was dealing with some men, so I help him." She grabbed her sword tightly. "He was injured. A man who was with him was shot to death." She was about to cry because of the tragedy she had seen. Anyway, she didn't let her tears out. Marco was shocked with what he heard. All of them were in silence for a while, and then Marco muttered. "How could they find my invisible car? I think this will never happen. I'm so sorry with him. He's an excellent driver." He sighted. "Anyway, it's good to see you are not worse, Izou." Haruta sighted looking at Ace who was standing next to her. He patted her shoulder softly. "Thank you very much." "Ahh...it's ok. He's my friend." She smiled, looking to Izou. "I'm sorry I can't help your man." "It's not your fault, lady." Whitebeard said, smiling although he was hurt by the wounds. "He will be in a better place in the heaven." Marco nodded and added. "Thank you very much. If you didn't lend him a hand, he would be worse." "That's all right guys." "Do you hurt anywhere?" Ace asked, scratching his head. "No. I don't." "Good." Haruta smiled, looking up to the sky. "Hey! It's...a helicopter! Is it yours?" "Yes. It's about time to leave." Whitebeard said, standing up. "Oh, Be careful!" Ace walked to him, supporting old man's injured body. "I'll go with you, Haruta!" Ace shouted, the wind blew so hard because of the helicopter above them. "Here's come, our helicopter." "Aha! I see." She was excited, clinging to her motorcycle. "Where are you guys going?" "Hospital." Marco said. The rope ladder was sent down from the helicopter. Some of their men went down to help old man and Thatch up. Marco was carrying Izou tightly. "Ace! See you at the hospital!" "Yep!" Ace shouted back, looking his family came into the helicopter. He turned to Haruta. "Hey, I'll guard you. Can you give me a ride?" "Sure!" She said, letting her tongue out. Ace sat behind her. "Let's go!" Haruta rode her motorcycle with the max speed, following the helicopter. "Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Ace screamed out, exciting with the unbelievable speed.
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"WHAT THE HELL!" "Sis, please calm down." "I can't calm the HELL down! You bastards!" He screamed with anger, standing up and walking to his men. His pink feathered coat made him scary while he stepped out of the shadow. He slapped all his men there with his gun. "How could you let them go away? How could my sweetheart Crocodile left my world?!" His voice broke, his heart was filled with sadness and it turned into anger. "I must...revenge..." He whispered and then growled to the sky. He must revenge for his beloved Crocodile who was death during the mission. "Go! You all! Claim the old man's head and the others! Take them down!" His men were silent, and then someone cleared his throat for permission. "...err...sir..." "What?" "...we have a heavy loss. So, we can't..." "Shut up! I said 'go' , just go! I'm the big boss Doflamingo. Everyone who resists my order will death!" His men was shaking with fear, they were silent again. A few moments later, a gunman ran into him with a report. "Sir! The police are invading us." "What?!" Doflamingo frowned, but he turned his lips to a devil smirk, licking his lips like a bloodthirsty vampire. "Good. This will be fun." Some gunmen didn't want to follow his order. They didn't have any heart left to fight.
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"Hmm?" Marco raised his eyebrows while reading a newspaper. "What's about that?" Whitebeard asked from the patient bed. "Doflamingo was arrested." "...oh...really?" "Yep." "Very well." After that, Ace came into the room. "Hi." "Hey, Ace. How about Thatch?" Marco asked, folding the newspaper he had read. "He's better." "That's good. Is Haruta still with Izou?" "Yeah." "Um...it's time to go to see him." He said, walking out. "I'll be right back, old man." "Go on. Don't worry with me." Old man said faintly.
Marco knocked the door and waited for a while. Haruta opened the door and let him in. "Hi!" "Hi, Haruta. You seem tired." Haruta said nothing but smiled. He walked slowly to Izou, looking to the long hair man who was sitting on the bed, and then turning to look at the newcomer. "Marco!" Marco smiled and hugged him loosely. "I miss you, my love." "I miss you too." He whispered, touching Marco's hair. Haruta decided to leave them alone, walking to the door. "I'll be back." "Yes. Thank you so much, Haruta." Izou smiled at her. When Haruta had closed the door, Marco leaned forward to kiss Izou on his lips. "...ummm.." Izou was surprised with a quick but gentle kiss he got. "Do you feel better? I'm worry so much about you." "I'm ok." He whispered, touching Marco's face softly. "What's about others?" "They feel better. Old man don't need to rest here too long, but Thatch..." He paused for a while. "Thatch? What happened with him?" "His wounds are sewed but he need to stay here half a month for treatment." "Oh no..." "He's a strong guy. You don't have to worry too much." He smiled faintly. This was the first time he met Izou since they were here. Thatch was sent to have a surgery for the bullots in his legs. Whitebeard was at the emergency room along with Izou. Marco didn't have severe wounds which need to cure, so he waited outside. A few minutes later, Ace and Haruta had arrived. That was the worst day in Marco's life. -Glad we're alive.- He sighted. "Marco...Marco, what are you thinking? You look a bit stress." "Hmm? Nothing." He nudged Izou's neck with his nose, breathing against his flesh. "You're wonderful." "H-Hey! Wait!" "Pardon? I can't hear what you say, my pretty face." "Don't do more! My back is hurt." Marco chuckled with those words. -Izou...not this time.- He moved to kiss Izou's forehead, enjoyed touching his silky long black hair. "It's impossible to tell you how much I miss you." "I know." Izou smiled attractively at him, and then he realized something. He looked to his lap. "What's wrong?" "Uh...Crocodile? Doflamingo? The res gunmen..." "That's not a problem." He smirked. "No one can mess with us again." "What makes you so certain?" "That Croc died and the pink flamingo was arrested. I just have known from a daily newspaper." Izou blinked, looking up at Marco. He was surprised that the mighty Doflamingo was arrested. "Really?" "Of course." "Haa...very well." He muttered in relieved. "Marco." "Yes?" Marco raised his brows in question. Izou looked into those eyes deeply, and then he said. "I'm sorry for bringing all of you to the big trouble I made. I'm really sorry." He closed his face with his hands, hiding his tears. "You hurt because of me. I..." "Yes. I hurt so much that time. I called for you, searching for you everywhere and almost died because I missed you." He thought about the time Izou left, million teardrops fell down from his eyes with his hand hugged Izou's dressed tightly. "But you don't need to feel guilty with the past." Marco said, pulling Izou's hand away. "Why don't I?" He asked, sobbing. "I tried to kill your father! Why don't I need to feel guilty? It's my fault! Your family is suffering with pain because of me!" Izou screamed, feeling hurtful in his heart. "Stop saying such a thing! I don't want to know." Marco shot back, not angry but he didn't want Izou hurt himself more. "We love you, Izou." "You love me although I tried to kill your father? It doesn't make sense anymore!" Marco stunned for a while. He sighted, thinking of what he should say with his arms across his chest. "Izou." He gazed into those sad eyes. "Why did you come with old man? Don't tell me that he designated you. I want to know the truth." "..." "I'm waiting." "Didn't he tell you?" "Hm? What's that?" Marco blinked. "Should I tell you?" Izou muttered. "I think it's better if you know from..." "I want to hear everything from YOU. Please tell me." Marco said, sitting on the bed, holding Izou's hand. "Well...ok." Izou took a deep breath and began. "He said...he want..." Izou stopped when he had heard someone was knocking the door. Marco sighted, walking to the door, and he met a doctor and a nurse. He invited them inside, sitting on a sofa and waiting. -Shit! When will I know this?- He frowned, looking at the doctor who was checking Izou's symptoms. -I can't keep my curiosity in my head too long.-
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Marco went back to his old man after the doctor had come to Izou. His beloved Izou needed to rest, so he called Haruta to stay with Izou and left. "Pop. I'm back." He said, walking slowly in. "Where's Ace?" "He was back to Thatch a few minutes ago." Marco nodded, sitting on the bed beside his father. "Do you have something to tell me?" "Huh?" Whitebeard raised his brows with curiosity. "Something? What is it about?" Marco scratched the back of his head. "Don't say like you don't know anything, pop." "Aww...my son. Tell me what you want. Don't say like I hide something from you." "Well. Why did you bring Izou to our family?" Marco asked, waiting for the answer. Old man glared back to Marco, and then broke the eye contact. He cleared his throat for beginning. "Why do you ask me with such a question?" "Please tell me everything, pop." He didn't answer what old man asked, waiting for the truth. "Well. Listen carefully, Marco. I would like Izou to get married with you." Marco stunned, his eyes widen with a bit surprise. Whitebeard smirked and continued. "How old are you? I guess...36." "I'm 37." He muttered, began to sweat. "You told me last year that you want to find someone to get married with you, didn't you." Marco nodded. "Yeah. But why did you choose Izou? There were many people in this world and at the tea house you visited." "Before you got the answer from me, I've a question for you." "Go ahead, pop." "Do you love Izou?" Old man asked even if he already knew the answer. Anyway, he wanted to hear from Marco. "Uh...I...yes. I love him." Marco said, bitting his lips, feeling embarrassed with his words. Whitebeard chuckled with his son's reaction. "See? Why do you love him?" "I-I think I like his characteristics and his appearance." "Aha! I knew he is what I think he is, and you will probably fall for him. Got answer?" He smiled brightly, looking into Marco's eyes. Marco nodded, smiled faintly back. "Yeah. Thank you so much. You are my amazing father." He said and blushed, scratching his head for wiping out the embarrassment. "Oh! But...why didn't you choose a woman? Don't tell me that you think Izou is a woman!" "Hahahaha! A woman?" Whitebeard laughed loudly, patting Marco on his back. "If I thought he is a woman, I wouldn't bring him here. Marco, you never like a woman!" He said with laugh. "Why did I have to bring a woman to you?" "How could you know I like a man? I never told you! Oh...Ace told you, right? Or Thatch?" "No. Not them, but you!" "Wait! You said...me?" "Yes. You think I don't know what you like or dislike, huh? I'm your father, and I know a lot of my sons. Almost everything." "Really?" Marco muttered, blushed, leaning forward to hug his old man tightly. "You are my hero. Thank you for everything." Whitebeard hugged him back, and then said. "You have to take care of him no matter what." "Yes." "Good." He patted Marco's head softly. "So, you don't angry with what he had done, right?" Marco glared at his old man strongly. "I can't be angry anymore. He tried to kill me, but he didn't kill me. Why do I have to blame him?" He said calmly. "He couldn't change what he had done, but he could do better in the future. This is why he changed his mind and not shot me." Marco nodded, smiled faintly and added. "You are going to say he loves us, right?" "Why don't you ask him yourself?" They were laughing with each other. The stress and pain were wiped away.
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"Welcome home!" Ace said to Thatch who had arrived home. Thatch laughed cheerfully, looking at his brothers, old man and Izou. "I'm glad I can get out of that box." He meant staying in the hospital room for too long. Whitebeard patted Thatch's head while Marco was laughing with his brother's words. "Well then, could we have a vacation?" Ace asked. Suddenly, he got all reactions from his family; Marco shook his head, his old man and Izou smiled in agreement and Thatch nodded with a playful smile on his face. "Good idea! I'm bored." Thatch said. "But you had just arrived home! What about your wounds?" Marco protested, he didn't want Thatch's wounds opened again, and he will hurt more. "My wounds are healed! Don't worry bro. I want to get some fresh air and enjoy scenery. You know, I was on the patient bed about a mount! That's boring." "It's ok, Thatch." Whitebeard said, smiling widely. "I know what you mean." "Haha! See?" Thatch nudged Marco with his elbow. "See what?!" Marco shouted, felt like he was pissed off. Everyone laughed at Marco, and then Ace walked to Marco, hanging his arms around another man's neck. "It's a good time to relax." He said, smirking and sending a secret letter from his eyes; 'you know what I mean!'. Fortunately, Marco got it and blushed, looking at Izou. "Are you alright, pretty face?" Izou said nothing, hesitated for a while. "Hey, what's wrong?" Ace asked, wrapping another arm around Izou's neck, bringing Marco and Izou together. "I can't." He muttered, looking to Whitebeard. "What are you talking about?" Marco raised his eyebrows with curiosity. Izou walked out from Ace's arms and stopped in front of the old man. "My fault is unforgivable. It harms your family because of me. I'm so sorry for this." "Hey, Izou!" Thatch called him, but old man stopped him by a glance, so Thatch stayed silent. "Izou. You seem to understand nothing." Whitebeard began, put his hand on Izou's shoulder, glaring into those eyes. "No more apologies. We understand what you've done. You are the part of my family." "Family?" Izou muttered and began sobbing. "I can't accept your kindness. I can't." Marco walked to him and hugged him tightly from the back. Izou turned his face back and saw Marco was gazing into his eyes, feeling warm hands around him. "No more tears, Izou." He said. "Stop apologizing, kay? We don't want it." Ace nodded, agreed with Marco, crossing his arms around his chest. Whitebeard smiled at the couple and added. "Don't feel guilty. Forget every bad thing you've done. I want you to know that you are forgiven." Izou stunned, didn't know what to say in this situation. Marco released him, walking upstairs for something. Thatch patted Izou's back softly and smiled. Izou looked at him and smiled back, and then he leaned forward to hug Whitebeard with the thankful feeling. "Thank you so much. Thank you." Old man chuckled, hugging him back. Marco was walking to them, carrying a dress. "Izou." "Yes?" He turned to see him. "What's that?" Marco didn't reply but gave the dress to Izou. "Please live here with us and wear your dress you left in the pond again." Izou looked at his dress. The memories in the past flew in his head. He took the dress from Marco, observing it silently, and then looking into Marco's eyes, saying nothing. Ace and Thatch looked at each other while Whitebeard stayed silent. Izou smiled widely, leaping into Marco's arms. "Oh! Heyyyy." Marco shouted surprisingly, smirking and holding the slim man tightly. "Won't you say something, okama?" Marco teased, Izou giggled. "I'm not an okama!" He went back to his feet, pinching another man and blush. "Awww...so sweet!" Thatch said with laugh while Ace nodded in agreement with mischievous grin. "Don't leave me again. Promise me." Marco said, holding Izou's hands. "I promise." "Very nice." He kissed Izou's forehead, but Izou pushed him in protest. "They're watching!" "I don't care!" Marco said, continue kissing Izou Whitebeard closed Ace's eyes with a hand, and another one closed Thatch's. "Leave them alone, my sons." Thatch laughed at his old man's words. "Yeah, pop. I should...umm...look forward to going to the beach!" "You have to stay home at least a week! Your wounds aren't completely healed." Whitebeard said, bringing his sons to other room. Finally, there were Marco and Izou in this room. "Izou, are your wounds completely healed?" "Yes. I got back home before Thatch for many weeks. Why?" "Nothing." He smirked, nudging Izou's forehead with his own. "Liar." Izou muttered, but didn't mind to find the truth. "You will know everything when that time has come." Marco hid his devil smirked by kissing Izou's crook, sucking softly. Izou moaned, but then he pushed another man away. "That's enough." He gasped. "Hm? But I think you...want more." Marco said, touching Izou's lips. -I will not go easy on you, Izou.-
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Sorry for my absence. I'm busy with studying and preparing for the final examination in the end of September. I may publish chapter 4 after that. Love you all!
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