Sorry this is so late guys! I had work after school today and I didn't wake up in time to post it this morning :/ tomorrow's will be relatively on time though :P
Warnings: ANGST AHEAD! Seriously quite angsty, not a happy ending either, and canonical character death.
BUT: there is an alternate drabble I wrote for this day on my tumblr, thatonefanficwriternooneknows, that is NSFW AND not angsty at all :P
Enjoy my darlings~
No one could explain Soulmate Color Theory with complete accuracy. It was too complicated a mess to have even boundaries or be easily defined.
Some people can only not see one color, like Izou who could never see purples until he met Thatch. Some were missing lots of color, like Pops who got a new shade or color with each son and daughter he adopts.
Marco stuck out as weird, because his could be registered as medical color blindness instead of missing only a single color. He was red-blue blind, something his phoenix couldn't fix because it was soulmate related.
Thatch used to say that maybe Marco had two soulmates, one that would let him see reds and the other blues. Marco thought Thatch was insane. If he only had two soulmates then he'd only be missing two single colors, not whole cones.
The phoenix said nothing when they arrived to help out Jinbei with the rookie, Portgas D. Ace, and maybe get the brat to join the crew.
Suddenly being able to see reds after decades of being blind to them hits Marco like a physical blow.
Shortly after, when collecting the downed fire brat, and how fitting was it that his red-soulmate controlled fire, a top-hatted youth jumped through the fire wall surrounding them at Marco was hit AGAIN. This time with blues…
It was so much of a shock that he didn't protect himself when a haki-coated fist hit his cheek.
The blond, BLOND the same color as his own hair, was taken care of rather easily and the next three months was hell.
Seemed like neither young man was paying attention to who caused them to suddenly see greens, but Marco was keeping it to himself.
If the two decided to leave, Marco didn't want to get attached, even if they were his soulmates.
Even after they joined and took Pops' mark, he still said nothing. They were young, had each other, could see color, they didn't need him.
They approached him on the Moby during one of the monthly parties, shortly after they were both made second division commanders.
"You're our green, aren't you?" Ace asked with blunt eyes and an angry face.
Marco said nothing.
"We have asked everyone that was there that day except you. It has to be you." Sabo followed with a solemn voice.
Still Marco said nothing.
"Say something dammit!" Ace yelled, grabbing the purple collar in his hands.
Marco still refused to say anything.
Both young pirates left dejectedly, looking back at him with sad expressive eyes.
It was better this way.
And he'd repeat that line over and over until his red was gone and he realized that it wasn't true.
Hope you enjoyed! The full list of prompts is on my tumblr, thatonefanficwriternooneknows, as well as a post collecting genres y'all might want to be included :)
See y'all tomorrow!