This chapter will get a bit steamy, heads up! BIG M RATING! It was difficult to tone it down after it'd already been written. But I try.

One Piece owned by Eiichiro Oda.

I woke up with a start, looking down and seeing the position I was in. I sat up. I watched Marco stretch his long ass legs out. His eyes suddenly opened and locked onto mine.

'You take advantage of old, sleeping men all the time?'

It was nice, but damn did I feel a little uncomfortable. Good thing he didn't mind getting snuggled a bit, I definitely tended to do that. I hope I didn't drool on him! Oh God, did I drool on him?! God, I'm such a sloppy sleeper.

He smiled, closing his eyes. I sat there for what felt like an eternity, Marco had fallen back asleep. I quietly examined his sleeping features…the tiny bit of stubble around his chin, sleeping so beautifully with his mouth closed – unlike mine when I sleep. Ugh. He was a beautiful man, not beautiful like Izo, but beautiful in an ultra-masculine way. I laid back down and closed my eyes a bit. I wonder what today will hold.

Marco startled all of a sudden, sitting up. My eyes snapped open as he threw the blankets off, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, reaching for his clothes quickly. He stood up, facing away from me, and putting his pants on. Oh god, I forgot he was naked this whole time. But that ass….

Marco turned and looked back at me, his torso still bare, seeing my cat like smiling face, and laughed. 'Sorry about that, forgot something important I need to speak with Pops about.' He quickly put his shoes on, grabbing his shirt and heading out the door. I grabbed my newly borrowed clothes and got dressed, as I had slept in my clothes last night.

I sat on the edge of the bed to put my mid-calf boots on. I looked over at his desk, seeing my sword sitting on it, along with the BS map I had found. I stood up and headed out the door. Thatch was right outside the door, offering me a plate of warm food. I jumped slightly.

'Morning, Thatch.' I took the plate and utensils from him.

'Thought you may enjoy a nice, warm breakfast! Made just for you and Marco since you guys are up awfully late.'

'Marco is already out and doing something…' I started walking out to the main deck, Thatch next to me. 'No, that's not why we woke up late, Thatch.'

He laughed lightly. 'We're still stationed at the island we picked you guys up from last night. We'll probably spend the night here, seeing as we have a guest… party a bit, enjoy a roast that I'm preparing.'

'I'm always up for a good time.' I looked at him, determination in my eyes.

'Oh, it will be. We always have a good time.' He added.

We approached the main deck, the sun causing me to narrow my eyes as I looked around. Many people were out and about, doing tasks. Marco was near the main mast, yelling out orders, pointing off to the right.

Thatch popped up next to Marco with the plate of food, me following closely behind.

'Got you some breakfast Marco, you missed out this morning.' Marco took the plate from him and started eating hungrily.

'Exactly what I needed, yoi.' He turned, seeing me with a plate. 'What do you think about his cooking? Is it satisfactory?'

'I have to admit…' taking another bite, 'it's better than our cook.'

Thatch beemed. 'You like it that much?'

'I wouldn't say it just to make you feel good, y'know?'

Thatch nodded, 'just you wait then, I have more where that came from. Especially for tonight!' Thatch walked off, heading back towards the mess all giddy like.

'I look forward to it.' I watched Marco walk over to the starboard side, propping his back against the wooden railing and continuing to eat. I walked over to him.

'So, what was so important?' I asked. He looked at me, finishing the last of his food. He set his plate down on the rail.

'I like this island, wanted to stay a bit longer. Barely got out here in time since I woke up so late, but apparently it was already in the plans. I have them taking the sails down again. We'll probably make our way to the island shortly after we get the ship prepped.'

I nodded, standing next to Marco, facing towards the island, and setting my now empty plate next to his. I brought my arms up to rest on the rail, looking at the island. My hair was blowing lightly in the breeze, I closed my eyes, smiling.

'This island seems to have perfect weather year-round. Always a good place to enjoy ourselves.' Marco added. I looked at him. Marco crossed his arms and replied to my look, 'as in the crew, enjoy ourselves.' I laughed, reaching out and smacking Marco against the chest.

'How did you know my mind was in the gutter?'

'How could anyone not notice? But maybe -' Izo popped up out of nowhere, looking suspiciously at Marco. Marco jumped, his arms uncrossing. Where the hell had he come from? I turned around to look at him.

Marco spoke up, 'Izo! What do you want?'

'We need to go into town to prep for tonight. I was going to send some of the crew, not sure if you two needed anything added to the list?'

'I planned on going myself to get what I needed. The crew can get the general stuff.'

'You, Fury?' Izo asked.

'I'm all good, as far as I know.' Thinking to myself…nothing that I thought I needed…

'And it's about time for a hair cut again, Marco.' Izo added. Marco ran his hand over the back of his head.

'So, you do shave it?' I asked. 'I wasn't sure if you did that, or you were born that way.'

'Yes, Izo or Thatch usually shaves it….'

Izo reached over and grabbed my long hair, holding it in his hands. 'Beautiful hair you have.' Said the man who always had beautifully done up hair. Wonder how long it took him.

'Don't even think of touching it.' Marco slapped his hand away, Izo snickered, walking off.

Marco added, 'it's beautiful the way it is, yoi.'

I turned, fully facing Marco. What the fuck was this? We met eyes, and he smiled.

'And just as wild as you.' He noted, watching my hair blow in the wind wildly.

I laughed, looking away and blushing furiously, 'Marco, stop it. You're making me cringe.'

'A woman that doesn't like compliments?!' He scoffed. 'You're a rare breed, yoi.' Continuing to smile, he turned towards the island.

I playfully punched him, 'And you're a rare breed to have a face and hair that match your favorite food.' He then punched me back, and I stumbled a bit, not expecting it.

'Sorry!' He said with a shocked expression, looking at me. Seeing me unbothered by it, he went back to his normal bored look, the smile returning to his face. 'Well, I hope you like pineapples then.'

'Sometimes a little too much. I'm surprised the first division commander wore his heart on his sleeve.' I laughed, closing my eyes, turning towards Marco. Take that as you please.

Neither were really paying attention to their surroundings. Izo and Vista were watching the two interacting, along with Pops who was donning a huge smile.

Talking to Izo and Vista, Pops said 'This is definitely an interesting development…and unexpected.' Izo and Vista nodded, Vista playing with his mustache as he watched on.

Nightfall was approaching, and the entire crew had taken up to the beach. A large fire pit was created, lit by yours truly, as I flicked my middle finger and thumb together, sending an electrical spark shooting towards the kindling, catching it on fire. The two guys who were about to try and light the fire jumped quickly, surprised. Two bars were planted in the ground on each side of the pit, and a huge boar was brought out on a spit, and set over the fire. Drinks were pouring as usual, I sat with Marco, Whitebeard, Vista, Haruta, Izo, Jozu, and Thatch, not too far from the other commanders.

'When're you leaving us, Fury?' Izo asked, leaning forward so he could see me.

'Uh, I have no idea. I only told Shanks I was with you guys… He initially responded to it poorly…'

I had contacted him via my Den Den mushi the day I boarded their ship. I was usually gone for long periods of time, but thought I'd let him know, and to see where I'd be getting picked up and when. Since it wasn't an emergency, and I wasn't in any trouble, picking me up wasn't a top priority, but one that would need to happen at some point. I had been planning to make an escape when these guys least expected it, but hanging around them wasn't so bad…

'But it's all good, neither of us are in any particular rush. He's busy responding to an islands call for help.'

'Sounds like they don't need any additional help?' Vista asked. Everyone else looking at me.

I smiled, holding my hands up and waving them back and forth. 'Nah, nah, they can definitely handle it.' I put my hands back down. 'Though they may go rip a new ass in the one they got that map from when they're done.'

'You're the only fruit user on their ship, too…' Jozu added. 'For the longest time, I thought they purposely only had non-fruit users. They're definitely strong enough without needing any.'

'I came about from pure circumstance… Shanks knowing my father and all. My dad was the one that trained Shanks when on the Jolly Roger. They still get together every now and again.'

Flashback **************************

18 years old

I had known Shanks for as long as I could remember. This was one of those times when he visited. He was almost like a second father to me in a way.

It was a hot, humid day, and I had been making my way back from the forest on Shabaody, my sword slung over my left hip, soaked in sweat and carrying a net full of fish.

I noticed the Red Force docked not too far from the house. Shanks was chatting away happily with Rayleigh at a table outside, and I watched the two talk and interact as I approached. It'd been a few years.

'Ah! And here she is!' Shanks said loudly, grasping the sake cup now filled by my father and taking a large swig. I dropped the net of fish onto the table, and quickly hugged him, receiving a hug in return. He laughed a hearty laugh, and jostled my hair.

'How've you been?! You're all grown up now, a spitting image of your mother!'

'Same old same old.' I replied, smiling.

'Well come join us for a chat.' Rayleigh looked over at me, handing me a glass as well, a large jug situated in the center of the table. I poured myself some sake.

'Fury, you should join my crew.' He said, becoming slightly more serious, but with that grin I'd become familiar with plastered on his face. Rayleigh looked at him with a raised brow.

'That wasn't something I was expecting during your visit. And where did this idea come from?'

Rayleigh locked his hands together as he propped his elbows on the table and looked at Shanks with a look of interest and curiosity.

'I'm well aware of your power Rayleigh, and the respect that you command. You're no longer in the pirating business, but I think she'd make quite the name for herself. She's strong, well-trained, and should take her place in the pirating world'… A smile drifted across his lips as he drank more sake, staring back into my father's eyes. He was relaxed, legs crossed, back against the chair, his one arm slung over the back of it.

End Flashback **************************

'How'd you get your fruit?' Jozu continued.

'Probably the stock standard story of finding a fruit in the woods and eating it. My dad and I found out when we went for a swim, as my powers hadn't really made themselves obvious at that point, but I sunk like a stone of course. Got pretty lucky with mine, I think. I hear there are some pretty bad ones, like turning into a jacket, or those artificial SMILE ones the beast pirates use. They look ridiculous…What an unfortunate reason to lose the ability to swim. But, a lot of your crew doesn't have devil fruits either.'

'Hm, yes…but the few of us that do have them…' Jozu said turning to Marco and Pops, who were looking at him. 'It's really all we need. It's always good to have a majority of crew that can get into the water…especially if any of us fall into it.'

Marco laughed, 'well it can be difficult for a big guy like you, who turns into a heavy gem, to be anywhere near water. We need multiple people to get you out.' They all laughed.

'Yea…' Jozu blushed, looking down. He looked back up, 'but on land! I'm the heavy hitter!'

We all laughed. Cleary Jozu had ended up in water one too many times.

Thatch stood up, walking over to the spit to inspect the meat. 'I think it's done, you guys!' Thatch ordered a few guys from his division to remove the spit from the fire, setting it on another set of poles to stop it from cooking more. We all started picking bits and pieces off the meat, drinks endlessly pouring. Marco grabbed a huge leg off and brought it over to Whitebeard.

'Thank you, my son!' He boomed, taking a huge bite out of it, bone and all. That was horrifying…I went to grab another piece, and then finally noticed him. Teach. I glared at him, noticing he was looking at me.

'Hey, Fury.' Darkness enveloped us, and I noticed the fire reflecting off his eyes. I stood there, glaring at him as he looked at me with that sketchy ass smile of his, his head tilted down some so he almost looked predatory. This SOB was the epitome of shit. How on Earth he got on with this crew was beyond me. And he put those scars on my captain's face. I slowly walked over to him, matching his predatory glance. I was angry and everything else around me had faded away. I hated this man, my focus 100% on him. He continued to look at me the same way as I approached him, closer and closer, until the smile on his face started to fade more into a frown. All of a sudden, Marco was between us. I stopped, my narrowed darkened vision going back to normal, feeling like I was coming out of a trance. I looked up at Marco with an expression that would've completely belied the feelings I was just having. Marco briefly looked back at Teach, who was looking as innocent as ever.

'What's wrong, Fury?' Marco asked, turning back to me, his brown eyes being lit up to a sort of red now that he was standing so close to the fire. The rest of the commanders and Whitebeard were watching us.

'Sorry, nothing.' I smiled. He looked at me seriously, obviously knowing it wasn't true, but he didn't push it.

'Come on, let me get you a new drink…' He grabbed my hand, pulling me with him. He had my mug with him, and filled mine and his on our way back to our sitting spot. We sat down, and started chatting again.

After a few drinks between all of us, Thatch stood up, and grabbed my hand. He had lost his shirt a long time ago, and his hair was down. 'You must dance with me, my lady.' He bowed politely. I looked at him grossly and cringed from his display...

'Please don't do that.' I said, as he pulled me up, dragging me towards the fire. Many were already dancing drunkenly around the fire. Izo, Jozu, Vista, and Haruta joined behind us. We were all feeling the drinks, and enjoying the good time.

White beard looked down at Marco, who was still sitting next to him, watching on with a smile. 'You should join them, Marco.'

'Nah, it's not my thing, Pops. Someone needs to keep you company.'

'I think everyone here is enough company. Go. Before someone else catches the attention of that girl.'

'Really Pops, you, too? It isn't like that.'

'Gurarara! I've known you almost your whole life, don't lie to me.'

I couldn't argue that. I looked away from Pops, looking back in her direction. Watching her smiling and dancing ridiculously with everyone else. It put a smile on my face, for sure. She was definitely something…but it wasn't something that could happen, right? Different crew, different lives…she was basically a kid. At least in mind… definitely not in body. Not at all, I thought, as my eyes roamed over her form. Ugh. I shook my head. When did this even happen? It was like I had reverted back to a teenager and had been struck with puppy love…

FURY POV **************************

I looked over at Marco, seeing him shaking his head indignantly, Pops laughing.

I snuck away from the others, walking over to Marco. I looked up at Whitebeard.

'Mind if I borrow your first division commander?' Whitebeard shook his head, smiling. Marco looked up at me, and I grabbed his hand, yanking on him to get up. He stood up, hand in mine, following me as I walked off towards the woods.

'How well do you know this island, Marco?' I said, looking back at him.

'Well enough…why?'

'I want to show you something.'

'What is it, how far is it?'

'Stop asking questions, Marco.'

He stopped talking, the corner of his lips turning up into a smile. It was slow going, due to the darkness, but eventually made it to a small pond, being fed by a stream from the north.

'I found this place while I was here…I was here a couple of days…I'm not the best at reading maps.'

He laughed. 'A pirate, not good at reading maps? I thought you were good at most things?'

'Yea, well not all things.' I pulled him closer to the water, letting go of his hand.

'Look.' I said as I bent down, crouching, and put my hand in the water.

The forest was alight with the intermittent signaling of lightning bugs flitting around, providing a sort of ambient light. As I moved my hand through the water, it lit up, the light trailing from my hand and slowly fading. He crouched down next to me, looking at it. There was a brilliant blue light created from the bioluminescence as my hand ran through it, disturbing new organisms and becoming brighter. It looked a lot like Marco's flames. It lit up his face as he watched for a moment, before he turned his attention to me. I could feel his eyes on me. I opted to ignore it, until I could still feel his eyes on me after too long a time. I looked at him, his eyes were so soft, almost closed, a warm smile… the hand that was on the ground, keeping me steady was met by his hand on top of mine. His other hand coming up to rest on the side of my face, as his face moved closer to mine. I recoiled, a little taken aback. His eyes widened, not expecting that reaction from me. I sat there, unmoving, staring into his eyes. He went for it again and I met his lips with mine. I brought my hand up from the water and rested it on his face, my eyes opening for a brief moment, seeing little bioluminescent organisms lighting up on his face. I almost laughed.

Marco pushed forward until I fell back, him catching himself with his hands on other side of my head, not missing a beat with his lips still pressed to mine, his body hovering over mine. I reached down and grabbed at his sash. He stopped me with a hand, his lips left mine, and I opened my eyes to see him staring at me.

'If we're going to do this, I want it to be good.'

'Oh, Marco, you're so romantic~' I sneered, lifting my head up to try and kiss him again. He moved his head away.

'Really? You started this…I don't need some royal special treatment, as if I'm some sort of virgin.'

'Oh, I can tell you aren't.' He sat up, still situated on top of me, looking at me. 'But I like to think I'd be your best.' He smirked, leaning down close to my face again, teasing me.

'That's a tall order, Marco.'

'Well, you haven't seen, or felt, what I have to offer.' His lips were almost brushing mine now.

I blushed. 'Ok, so you're just going to leave me like this? Tease me and get me flustered?'

'You're seriously such a child, yoi! Do you not have any self-control?' He moved away a little bit.

'Pfft, screw restraint.' I sat up, grabbing his face and pressing my lips to his. Next thing I knew, I had his tongue in my mouth, my tongue gladly intertwining with his. He laid me back down, back in our original position. He pulled my shirt up, breaking our kiss to get it off quickly. He reached behind my back, undoing my bra in a single motion and yanked it over my head. He looked down at me, but the darkness obscured any particularly nice view. He grabbed a large rock with one hand and threw it into the pond, the surrounds becoming lit up like day time. He looked down at my breasts, smirking, and his hands quickly moved down to my pants, undoing the button and zipper, pulling them down along with my panties. He eyed me over, seeing what he was about to claim. I looked up at him, putting my arms up into his shirt. He tore his eyes away from my body, back to my eyes, and quickly obliged, throwing it off. I undid his sash, letting it fall to the ground. He threw another large rock into the pond. I grabbed the top of his pants and pulled them down, his member popping up to greet me. I smirked.

'Looks like you may have more to offer than even I was expecting.' He lifted each of his legs one at a time to get his pants off. Didn't even bother with the shoes. He tugged at my pants, until he realized my shoes would be a problem. He growled, reaching down and pulling the zipper on each of my boots, yanking them off and throwing them. He grabbed at my pants again, and they got thrown somewhere…. hopefully near my boots. He pressed his body against mine, kissing me deeply. One of my legs was bent at the knee, against Marco's side. He pushed that leg over, making room for one of his legs. I shifted my other leg, so Marco could position himself, and he was quick to do so. He pulled his lips away from mine, moving down to my breasts and sucking on each one, mostly gentle, with an occasional nip. I gasped.

'Marco,' I growled, looking down at him. He looked up at me, and then bit my nipple again. I gasped again, eyes rolling back. Marco laughed, going back to what he was doing.

'Marco, please just fuck me. I can't do foreplay, I don't like the teasing.'

He stopped. 'What?' He was a little confused by that.

'Just fuck me!' I yelled at him, having had enough.

Marco stopped, reaching down, grabbing his member and inserting himself.

'Fury, you weren't kidding…' He grunted, pressing his head against mine. My head was spinning, it was too good, and it was only the beginning. I moaned softly, feeling and enjoying every bit of him. I smiled, grabbing his head and turning him toward me, locking lips with him again. He kissed me back fervently, continuing with his motions, eliciting another grunt combined with a moan from him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, as he gripped onto my hips roughly, holding me in place, as he continued. My arms found their way around his neck, as I attempted to follow his every movement. Marco sped up. My moans, and occasional nails in his neck were egging him on to go faster and harder. I'd almost had it, I was in bliss, I tilted my head back, my lips leaving his as I moaned loudly. He quickened his pace, kissing my neck, interspersed with bites.

Our 'intimate moment' didn't last much longer before we were both spent and well satisfied.

'Fuck…' He looked back down at me, leaning down and kissing me on the lips, the neck, wherever he could.

He moved, laying down next to me, his arm wrapping around me. My back was against his chest, with him holding me as tightly to his body as he could. I laid there, panting, enjoying the sense of satisfaction.

Next thing I know, I feel shaking. I had fallen asleep, and Marco was crouched down behind me, shaking me.

'Fury…' More shaking. I opened my eyes, looking behind me. Marco was sitting up, grabbing his clothes. He already had his pants on, as he stood up and started looking around. His hand lit up in flames, lighting the area.

'Wha…?' I sat up, looking down. Seeing my naked self reminded me of what just happened. I suddenly had clothes land on my head.

'We should get back…been gone too long.' He looked off in the distance.

I stood up, looking over at him. He looked back at me as I was putting my clothes back on, the clearing still lit up with his flames.

'Sorry, I don't need them coming to look for us. We're also supposed to be setting off pretty early. Hence why I would've preferred being back at the ship when we went all out…'

Made sense…he did have responsibilities as the first division commander.

I smiled a little, yawning. 'You don't need to explain yourself, Marco. It's fine.' I reached down, zipping up my boots, standing up and heading towards Marco.

He watched me approach him, looking down to meet my eyes.

'Kiss me.' I demanded.

He leaned down and did so. A sudden noise was heard off in the distance, and not in the direction of the crew. We both looked off in the direction, Marco extinguishing his flame. Then came the sound of voices.

'Those don't sound familiar…' I said. I realized then that I left my sword on Marco's desk, a loud 'tsk' emanating from my mouth a I clicked my tongue in annoyance. I didn't need to have it, but it felt natural to have it on me. Felt naked without it.

It got eerily silent, no noises from bugs, nothing. Marco and I both stood there in the silence, listening carefully. I crouched down hearing a twig snap. A light turned on suddenly, aimed at us, and shooting started. I ran forward, bringing my hand around towards my face, snapping my fingers together, a shot of electricity shooting from my hand towards the marines. At least two were hit, as they were shocked, their eyes rolling back as they fell forward and landed on the ground unmoving. I knelt down to the marine next to them, bringing my boot around and knocking his feet out from under him, elbowing him hard in the head as he fell over. He landed on the ground after bouncing once. Another marine grabbed my arm, yanking me up. I easily just shocked the shit out of him.

I noticed a marine crouched down, a larger gun set on a stand, his hands holding the gun and the trigger, aimed at me. Amusing… a marine approached me from behind, and I whipped around to see Marco sending him flying with a taloned claw before moving on to the nearest marine.

A shot rang out, and I lurched forward, feeling severe, painful, unrelenting pressure in my back in the area of my right shoulder, muscles snapping, a bone breaking. I reached over with my left hand and attempted to feel the site, but it was just out of reach. And I was feeling suddenly very fatigued…was that bullet sea stone?! Before I could turn around to look, another shot rang out, and I felt the same in my lower back. I turned around, looking at the marine, before losing all my strength and falling face forward in the mud. I watched the marine get up from his position and rush over to me, putting his foot on my neck and calling the other marine over as my vision was darkening. My breathing was harsh, and getting enough oxygen with his knee on me was difficult. I attempted to put my hands under me, to get some leverage to push myself up. It was too slow, the marine quickly responded by hitting me in the head with the butt of his gun. I collapsed again to the ground. Another marine put his knee on my back, grabbing my arms and pulling them roughly behind me, cuffing me.

'Haha, I told you it'd work, they'd never expect it.' I heard the one with the gun say. 'It's expensive and a pain to set up and reload, but it works!'

The one with his knee on my neck stood up again as he looked down at me.

'Still awake?' The last thing I saw was a boot coming at my face.

The marine laughed, grabbing Fury by the hair. 'She's pretty good lookin, ain't she Troy?' He said, looking at the other marine, turning her head so Troy could see. 'Maybe the captain will let me have her all to myself?'

Troy rolled his eyes. 'Keep your dick in your pants, Jesse.' He added. 'We still have the Phoenix to worry about. Your gun locked and loaded?'

'Yea, yea. At least we're likely to get a good promotion from this regardless.' He let go of her hair, her head falling back into the mud.

Unless Marco got caught by the others, he'd be showing up soon enough.

MARCO POV **************************

The last of the marines in Marco's vicinity were on the ground, a large path of destruction around him. These were some weak, piece of shit marines. Why'd they even bother?

He looked around, orienting himself and listening for other sounds. Silence. Unlike Fury, his sense of direction was a bit better. Marco turned, running back toward where he'd last seen Fury. He heard some voices chatting away, not too far from where he expected. He slowed, coming to a walk as he entered into the small clearing and looked over and down at Fury.

'You're never going to live this one down, yoi.' When he was met with silence, there was a flash of anger across his face as he looked up at the marines. One was crouched with the large gun propped on a stand, the other with his knee still in Fury's back. A wave of haki shot out, knocking them both over. Before either could even blink, Marco had grabbed the guy with his knee on Fury by the arm, slamming him into the nearest tree with such force, the tree snapped. He looked down at the other, who was desperately trying to reach the odd looking gun.

'Where's the key?' Marco asked, voice dark, barely holding back pure rage. The marine kept reaching, a bit more panicked. Marco reached out his foot, it turning into its taloned, scaled form, and grabbed onto the marine, tightly. The marine cried out.

'WHERE'S THE KEY?!' Marco roared, squeezing the helpless marine within his talons, blood dripping from where they penetrated his skin.

'OK, OK!' He screamed in a panic. Marco squeezed more.

'IT'S HERE!' The marine yelled out in defeat. Marco let go, the marine slowly, painfully reaching into his pocket. Tears were streaming down his face. Marco's leg turned back to its human form, as he reached down, grabbing the man's hand and pushing it away. He reached into the man's pocket himself and yanked the key out. He looked back down at the marine now. The guy was a sobbing mess. He wouldn't be doing anything else. Marco brought up his leg and kicked him across the right side of his head, as the marine collided with a nearby tree, immediately falling unconscious. Marco turned and looked back at Fury, quickly rushing over and unlocking the cuffs. He suddenly felt very bad about cuffing her a couple of days ago.

The cuffs were unlocked, but she was still unconscious. Something wasn't right. It was then he finally saw the blood, mixed with mud, pouring from the wounds in her back.

'What the fuck?' He bent down, looking at the wounds. It suddenly clicked…the weird gun, the one the guy was reaching for. He smeared the blood and mud away from the site on her shoulder, sitting on her lower back to hold her down, and quickly dug his fingers into one of the holes.

Fury woke up with a start, screaming.

'Sorry, Fury!' He said, as he roughly and quickly kept digging around the wound. She was weakened by the sea stone, and he was heavy enough to keep her down.

'YOU'RE A FUCKING CUNT!' She screamed, 'I'LL -' another scream. Her arms were out to the side, her fingers digging into the nearby mud.

He felt the end of the bullet, trying to grab onto it with his wet fingers. Success! He got somewhat of a grip, and yanked it out, a trail of blood following behind it as the bullet went over Marco's shoulder and buried itself somewhere in the mud.

Fury was panting and breathing heavily.

'There's another one, Fury.'

'DON'T YOU FUCKING DA-' Another scream.

No matter what he did, he couldn't get a hold of this one. He needed to get her back to the ship. She was continuing to bleed, and putting up much less of a fight.

'Fury, I need you to grab onto me.' Her eyes moved to him, a lethargic look. Marco grabbed her, bending down and sloppily trying to position her on his back, so he could transform and head back to the ship. She obliged, weakly wrapping her arms around his neck, and resting her head against him. His arms transformed into bright blue and yellow wings, as he shot up to the sky, wings behind him. Once above the tree line, his wings flared out, and he started flying towards the ship. He saw the camp fire, thankful they were getting close to the others at least.

Fury's grip was loosening. It was either fly or let it happen…he couldn't hold onto her arms and fly at the same time. He felt her weight slip off, and he turned back into his human form. His naturally heavier self ending up under her as they rocketed towards the ground.

Marco hit the ground, sand blowing everywhere. He skidded along the sand until he finally stopped. The other commanders rushed over.

'Marco, what happened?!'

'I'm fine, get Fury to the ship. Marines are around.' Blue and yellow flames quickly healed up the major sand rash and broken arm Marco had gotten when he hit the beach and skidded. They saw Fury's blood steadily flowing from her wounds, quickly going into action.

Izo yelled out, 'Get the boat, NOW!' The crew quickly got up, running to the beach to drag the tender over from where it was anchored not too far away.

Marco grabbed Fury, holding her up against him. 'They had some sort of gun that has sea-stone bullets. They're getting a bit clever…' He had taken his shirt off, applying pressure to the wounds on her back, or attempting to. This was taking too long, she was losing a lot of blood.

'I'll go on ahead.' Marco said, transforming his arms and legs into that of the phoenix. He hopped up into the air, reaching down with his dangerously taloned feet, gently gripping Fury around her chest and legs, as to not pierce her, and flew off.

At the ship, he set Fury down on the deck, his human legs and arms returning. He grabbed Fury, picking her up in his arms, and quickly ran to the hospital ward. He kicked the door open, rushing in and setting her down on one of the beds. He looked over to his neatly organized surgical supplies, and grabbed a large pair of forceps, shoving them into the wound. She wasn't even fighting now.

This definitely went much faster. The forceps hit the bullet, and he opened them wide to displace the surrounding tissue, grasping around the bullet, and pulled it out. Electricity crackled around the wounds, closing up. That meant there were no more anywhere else…shrapnel or otherwise. She was still out though; devil fruit powers couldn't replace the blood she'd lost.

Marco was the ships doctor. He quickly grabbed his shirt, soaked with her blood, and quickly squeezed it to get a few drops out of it for a blood typing test. Marco went back to his drawers, grabbing a large catheter in his left hand. He opened another drawer and grabbed a tourniquet, wrapping it around his right arm and tightening it with his teeth. He held out his right arm, looking down at his veins. With doctor like precision, he inserted the catheter into his own arm, and undid the tourniquet. His blood dripped from the open catheter, as he let a couple drops drip onto the sample of Fury's blood to look for a reaction. He put the end of the catheter back into. He put a piece of tape over the catheter to hold it in place, looking down to see their blood was compatible. Perfect.

He quickly set a catheter into Fury's arm, and attached a line from Fury to himself. Oriented higher up than Fury, combined with her very poor blood pressure at the moment, would allow his blood to go into her with no issues or special equipment.

Izo and Thatch busted through the door suddenly.

'She alright?!' Thatch asked.

Marco looked over at them and smiled. 'All good.'

They smiled back, quietly leaving the room and closing the door.

He looked back over at Fury. He wasn't sure what she'd done to him, but he was smitten.

Once he thought it was enough blood she'd gotten, based on her parameters and knowing how much he could give, he'd undone the line and removed the catheters. He sat there in a chair next to the bed, eyes slowly closing as he fell asleep. A productive day in a variety of ways.