Leo walked side by side with his captain, who was walking next to his brother. They had just fought an entire army of Baroque Works agents a minute ago. The brothers were talking about something or another –Leo wasn't paying attention.

I need a weapon, but what? Leo was instead thinking about what kind of weaponry he should get. A dagger? No I am not skilled enough with them. Maybe a katana? That would be too long and I am not good with them. Hmm…

-x-

Aren was excited, Marco could tell. The signs weren't so obvious –they were trained in this sorta thing- but Marco could tell. Aren was slightly leaning to his right, before switching to left, –a nervous tick, Marco observed- there were simpler signs of it. He spoke just a little bit too fast and was trying to hide the grin on his face.

"Where is the target?" Marco asked, seeing as Aren was so excited for this, he probably knew something about the mission too.

"They should be leaving Nanohana? I think." Aren answered , that meant the target just reached the country.

"Who is with the target?" Marco asked, they needed to know about the obstacles of course. Aren gave a slight laugh.

"A fresh crew in the Grand Line, the Strawhat Pirates. Their captain is Monkey D. Luffy, he has the Rubber Rubber fruit. Their first mate is Roronoa Zoro, a three sword style swordsman." Marco raised an eyebrow, how did he know so much about them?

"Their navigator is called Nami, she uses a bo staff that has a couple of different uses. Their cook is Sanji, his kicks are strong. They have a reindeer who ate the Human Human Fruit. Their sniper is a coward, but a perfect sniper nonetheless." Aren was genuinely smiling by now, happy about something again.

"They have the princess of this place" Aren waved his hands around the capital city, where they were currently residing "but not to get a ransom or anything, they are going to help her. If we wait here until the war starts, our target will be here for sure."

Marco sighed, he knew not to question how Aren got this information. "Fine, we will wait here for your lazy ass."

"You know me too well." Aren retorted, smirking.

Just you wait, I will get my revenge for what was stolen.

-x-

Leo sighed for the umpteenth time today, listening to the crew fight. They had found the crew, and after a show of power –which involved straight up incinerating a whole fleet of marine ships- they set off.

-x-

"I am really confused." Aren finally said, taking in the sight before him. Marco, who was next to him, shrugged. They were in a backstreet –a shady part of the city- in front of something. The building was a rundown western bar lookalike. This is… what the hell is this?! He threw his hands up as if he said it out loud.

"I know we are supposed to, like, not be seen but, this" he pointed at the abomination "is too much. Do you hate me or something? What did I do to you?" Aren exclaimed, sobbing.

Marco chose to partially ignore his partner cry on about "how dirty the place probably was" and strolled inside. Its not like I like it here too you know. But we are hiding from everyone.

Aren followed him inside, taking his place next to Marco. Still following protocol, Marco thought, a smirk appearing on his face.

There were several rules/protocols that most duo's –the most common teams consisted of two people- didn't follow. Not him though, the goody two shoes. Aren wasn't innocent, Marco knew that. Probably his way of coping with business. They were all human, after all. No one could just kill and be done with it, even being in the proximity of such an act left people scarred. Which was why most of the people Marco knew had strange quirks.

Heck, even I probably have one and not know about it. There were people who did other things to get their mind off of their profession. Gambling, drinking, or other -smaller- habits that kept them sane. Marco sighed, taking in his surroundings.

The walls were made of wood that had a slight grey tone –probably because of the lighting- but was mostly brown. There were tables all around the rather large room –about half of them occupied- leading to what looked like the bar. It was half broken, as if a fight broke out and no one bothered to clean up. There are three exits, minus the main entrance. There is another room behind the bartender, storage room. First exit is there, second is next to the stairs that lead up to the second floor. The final one is any of the windows, leading to the building next to this one.

Aren was having lighter thoughts. Maybe I can buy something to cook for myself, there was a marketplace nearby. Hmm, that is weird too, the country is supposed to be poor –civil war and all that- and the lack of rain was a big problem for supplies. Well, the perks of being in the capital city I guess.

The bartender was a normal looking fellow, about average height, green eyes and brown hair. He was wearing dark clothes –a vest and shorts- and was currently preparing a drink for the thug in front of him. Marco sat next to the oblivious thug, his grey eyes scanning everything with disturbing ease.

The person next to him –the thug- was wearing dirty, bloody, brown clothes. A tattered white shirt under a brown vest and brown pants for the finishing touch. A knife in the front pocket of his pants and a gun at the back, hmm… tricky. Marco let out an evil grin before schooling it back to his 'cover'.

"Hello gentlemen" he nodded to the bartender and the thug "me and my brother here are looking for Nerda." Marco went on, clasping his hand on Aren's shoulder. The bartender stopped for half a second before putting his glass down, three fingers on one side, Marco noted.

"I don't know any Nerda." The bartender replied, keeping up his act. Marco nodded, turning to Aren. They both knew their roles beforehand, and played it out.

"What should we do?" Aren whined, placing his right hand on the table. So I'm the responsible one again, Marco sighed.

"Well, we need a place to stay anyways." He said, placing a small leather pouch full of berries. "One room, two people." The bartender nodded, drumming his fingers. Seven times, then.

"Your room is on the second floor, fourth one to the right." Marco nodded and the two went upstairs. "Third one." Aren muttered, looking around the dimly lit hallway. It was in a different setting than the rest of the building, looking sharper, better. Floors were fresh, the walls brighter and the doors were decorated with intricate designs.

Marco stopped in front of the third room, and started knocking. One, two, three, four, five, six and seven. After several seconds, the clicks of several locks unlocking reached their ears.

The door opened after seven seconds, revealing a young woman. Slight tan skin, yellow eyes a square face with brown hair, she was beautiful. She smiled after seeing them, opening the door fully. Aren walked in after Marco, looking around the room. The walls were light yellow, sunlight enforcing the color choice. Nothing unnecessary was in the room, only basic furniture –a couch, two chairs, a table- but overall it was plain room. Except the fact that it was used as an HQ for people of their occupation.

"I'll let him know you are here." The young lady said, walking out of the living room. Marco took a seat on the couch, which was yellow. What is it with these people and the color yellow?

After a few minutes of waiting, the woman came back with a man. This man was wearing a yellow shirt under his white coat and white shorts. He had silver hair, but the most interesting feature was his eyes. They were pure white with intricate patterns swirling in a circle, glowing slightly.

"What do you want?" he asked, dragging a chair in front of Marco and sitting. Marco smirked, snapping his fingers, revealing his original pair of eyes. His were blue, with lenses spinning in around the patterns –unreadable writings- in a pace of their own.

"We are waiting for our next target" he started, "Mercy D. Leonidas." He quickly finished, seeing how he was about to protest before. The silver haired man took a deep breath, glancing at Aren and Marco. Marco sighed and turned to Aren, putting his index finger on the boys forehead.

"Sleep." Marco muttered, and Aren's forehead glowed with the markings like the one in Marco's eyes before falling asleep. The silver haired man sighed in relief, glad to be able to talk without being overheard.

"You do realize that him and you" he gestured at Aren and him, "meeting will change things." Marco nodded in understanding.

"It has to happen, there isn't any other way. Leonidas still hasn't truly awakened his eyes yet. Four lenses before awakening, a miracle indeed." Marco explained, leaning backwards, slightly tipping his chair.

"Yellow always had the weirdest evolution." The silver haired man stated. Marco nodded, grinning.

"As if white didn't have weird powers, Rei." He said in a light, joking manner. They shared a laugh over a joke that no one but them knew about, and went to plotting.

"I am not doing this for my own good or anything, just following orders." Marco looked at Rei right in the eye, silently suggesting he uses his powers. Rei sighed, but nodded, walking towards Aren's sleeping form.

"This is like, real messed up shit I'm about to do, you know." Marco knew it wasn't a question, that it was his way of accepting what he was about to do.

"Trespassing minds is -was- a very serious crime, I know." Marco said, looking at Rei's spinning eyes, his own enhancing on instinct. Rei sighed, but pulled his chair next to Aren, who was still sleeping.

"I'm sorry for this." Rei muttered, before his eyes abruptly stopped spinning and he delved into Aren's memories.

First, he was sitting on the road, huge buildings and vehicles around him. A man walked up to him, his features unrecognizable. The man smiled, offering a kid -Aren- hand.

"What are you doing in the middle of L.A?" he questioned, getting no answer from Aren.

"I'm Ryan, what's your name?" the man asked, sitting next to Aren.

"My name is… Mark." Aren answered, looking at the man next to him. Ryan got up, offering his hand again.

"Come with me, I'll help you."

The years afterwards were a blur for Rei –unrecognizable devices, places- until the memory slowed down. Aren –now sixteen- sat on the floor of his house, watching a show called "One Piece", Aren seemed to enjoy the show. Suddenly the memory cut to black, and Rei was looking at Aren, who was smiling at him.

"So, you found out huh?" Aren asked, silently cursing himself for not preparing for this. Rei was still in shock about what he witnessed.

"You have two lifetimes of memory, how?" he asked, still in shock. Aren sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"You see, I wasn't born here" Aren paused, "at first, that is. I lived my life in a place far away, out of this world. A silent life, just like I wanted. You saw the show that I watched, right?" getting a nod from Rei, he continued. "That show tells the story of a pirate crew, Strawhat Pirates. Stuff that already happened, to things that haven't happened yet. I, after dying, was born again. At first, I didn't know where I was, but happy about living again –the other side wasn't to my taste." The environment changed as Aren told his story, forming two chairs opposite of each other.

"I was born at a place that wasn't in the anime, as the cousin of Mercy D. Leonidas." Aren took a seat, gesturing Rei to do the same. "I was naïve, and loved my cousin. We grew up together, apparently my parents had died before I get to grew up. We were about eight at the time, when I told him about all I knew. I expected to be called mad or anything, really, but Leo took it in stride and I told him about Luffy and the crew. His reaction was to meet those people, apparently they were amazing." Aren chuckled.

"That was when the island was attacked. We weren't regular humans, I learned a few years earlier that some of us manifested powerful eyes with different abilities." He stopped, before his eye morphed into yellow, spinning orbs. "Me and Leo had similar eyes, with different powers. Leo doesn't have a devil fruit, that is a lie. His eye gave him the ability to manipulate things he understood, I once saw him erase memories. My power is different."

-x-

Leo sighed, sitting on top of a giant crab moving through the desert at fast speeds. I hope you are okay Luffy. He looked at his hands, carrying a short sword underneath bandages. Leo had found it in a ruin on the way here, when they fell down after getting separated from everyone.

He looked around the ruins, blue looking walls –probably because of the dim lighting- and finally, a shrine. He walked slowly, towards the shrine. There was a stone, holding up what looked to be a sword. It was the weirdest thing here, though. Grey metal with purple runes all over it, shining for a few seconds before turning dull and repeat. It was shorter than normal swords, with no crossguard. There was a deep purple line going through the middle of the blade, more runes written over it. Leo activated his eyes, looking over the sword. The runes changed shape, turning into something understandable.

"Hmm, unlockable." Leo read the rune in the middle of the sword.

-x-

"So, you got reincarnated to a world you watched through a screen?" Rei asked, leaning back into his chair. "Yeah, pretty much. You guys weren't in it, which was why I stuck around." Aren explained, sighing. "We should wake up." He said, snapping his fingers.

Okay, my dog died. I have been mourning, sorry for the late upload. On a brighter note, I dropped a ton of new info this chapter, it just came to me as I wrote. I got a new review too, yay! I am writing on Word, this was short -5 pages- so I'll try writing longer chapters, especially since main plot stuff is going to happen.

I want you guys to try and guess why I have worded Leo's powers as a devil fruit before. Think of it as a challenge, there is supposed to be a hint somewhere. :D