Packing is horrible! I procrastinate horribly!

Anyway~ SOMEONE WANTED HUMOR! OK LET ME TELL YOU THAT I CANNOT PURPOSEFULLY WRITE FUNNY THINGS SO I HAVE NO IDEA HOW THIS TURNED OUT OKAY?!

WARNINGS: Soulmate verse~ my weird sense of humor~ not much more~

Please Enjoy~~~ (SEE YOU LATE TOMORROW WHEN I'M IN FLORIDA!)

For just about six hundred years, Marco didn't have a single soul mark. Not an image, not a word, not a name, nothing. Hell he didn't even have a family for the longest time.

But when he met Pops he stopped caring about his lack of a perfect match. With each new sibling the heaviness of his missing piece got lighter and lighter to the point where he no longer checked his body every morning for any possible new marks.

Hence his surprise when one day one of his sisters asked how long he had had a soul mark. He was confused as she lightly lifted his long hair and told him that on the back of his neck read "Holy Shit!"

That day he cut his long hair and laughed at the flabbergasted looks from his family.

A few months later another mark appeared; around his ankle was fancy script that read "There's pie on your face…"

It took him a few years to actually understand the complicated writing, compared to the almost chicken scratch on his neck. His newest brother, Thatch, actually read it for him about four years after it appeared.

Apparently nobles tended towards fancy writing even after they gave up ties to their nobility.

At this point, the whole crew was on the lookout for these two memorable quotes. During which, Thatch met and recruited his soul mate "Izou" whose name was on his right pectoral; Haruta and Jiru realized their elaborate soul mark tattoos described each other; and several other crewmates found their others too…but Marco was still waiting.

It had been about eighteen years since his first mark appeared and Marco was less positive about finding his soul mates.

That brought everything to today.

The Moby docked at a party islands famous for its pie eating contests…something Thatch told him was a great place for his ankle soul mate to be.

Marco had no idea how pie would end up on his face unless he was IN the contest, so that's where he was heading, to sign up for the stupid thing.

He never made it.

Yelling and other suspicious noises had him halting in apparently the middle of a pie food fight. Great.

Marco sighed to himself and resigned to returning to the Moby without a soul mate by his side.

Until his haki picked up someone behind him and he turned around just in time to get hit in the face with a blueberry pie…Fucking fantastic.

"Haha! Nice aim Sabo! You got the poor sap right in the face haha!"

A hand slapped on his shoulder and Marco couldn't stop himself.

Blue flames licked across his shoulders, hopefully scaring the guy as he turned to smack the shit out of the person.

Marco was not expecting the attractive freckled man looking at him with wide black eyes, hand lit up with orange flowers. His inner phoenix reacted and more flames danced across him in response.

"Holy Shit!"

Blue eyes widened at the phrase, mouth dropping over as he slapped a hand over the back of his neck.

"Hey Ace what's wrong? Oh. Uh. There's pie on your face…" the scarred blond that showed up said the exact phrase on his ankle and Marco couldn't quite believe it. Not after so long…

Both his soul mates…in the same place…and just threw pie at him.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me, yoi."

Both brats' eyes widened, the black-haired one slapping his one hand on the back of his neck, and the blond glancing at his covered ankle.

"Uh…so…I guess you're our soul mate then?"

Marco blinked at them, partially happy because fucking finally, but also pissed because PIE.

"Fucking run, yoi."

The two shared a look, a smirk, and they both took off in the same direction. Marco let a smile stretch across his face as he licked the sweetness off of his lips.

What a great meeting.

And he took off after both men.

THANKS FOR READING! I'M GOING TO BE IN A CAR FOR 15ISH HOURS, PLEASE PLEASE MESSAGE ME AND KEEP ME COMPANY! MAYBE I'LL OPEN UP REQUESTS AND WRITE SOME HORRIBLE UNBETA-ED CELLPHONE DRABBLES!

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