Ace of Spades

by himmelblu

Ace of Spades, the most feared name across the ocean, he was the most feared and notorious assassin and informant there ever was. No one knew who or what he was, some say he is the spawn of the devil. And now, the Whitebeards needed his help. And maybe they even get a new son in the process. (Up to chap 52 'The Plight' is main story, the rest are just loose ends and ideas)

21. Ace of Spades Chapter 20 The Calmness

Hello everyone, here's chapter 20

We will have some bonding between Ace and Whitebeard, which is a bit overdue

This entire chapter is actually centered about bonding and emotions and thoughts. There haven't been too much of it

This is posted a bit early since I am going away this weekend. Saves me a bit of trouble posting this now.

Big thanks to OhMy56 for betaing

Hope you enjoy

Read and relax

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Whitebeard made his way out on deck. It was nighttime, around 2 and he couldn't sleep. He had slept for a bit, but had been woken by a rumbling from the sky. When he had looked out of the window, he had seen that the weather had taken a turn for the worse, now raining and thundering, sometimes he could even see a flicker of thunder in the distance. The storm itself wasn't straight over them, making so it was only lightly raining. He hoped the storm wouldn't go over them, it wasn't good to be in storms for many reason, it only caused issues. Either by lightning striking, the wind making waves that rocked the boat to the extent things fell over or the storm kept everyone awake.

The weather had picked up at one point, making it rain harshly, but it had soon passed, making so it only lightly rained again. When it had, Whitebeard got a thought in his head and made his way out on deck, heading for the front of the boat. Ace liked the rain, making the captain think he might be out on deck. Well, he might not like it, but he did seem attracted to it. It had only rained once with them around, but he had a feeling if it rained, Ace would be out. He hoped the kid liked to be out in it for more than the fact it could hide tears. He already knew the young assassin liked to be out, especially at night, so he wouldn't be surprised if he enjoyed the rain.

When the captain turned a corner and saw the front of the ship. He could see a familiar cape blowing in the soft wind.

Whitebeard slowly walked up to Ace, who also had his hood over his head. Based on how wet the cape was, he knew the boy had been out for a while, most likely the entirety of the small storm. ¨Good evening, son.¨ He said, standing next to him at the railing. He felt himself grow relaxed at the calm look Ace had when he turned to him. ¨Good evening.¨ Said Ace back, smiling a bit. It was clear based on how his hair and face was wet, that he hadn't worn the hood for the entirety of the night. That made him think Ace had gone out in the night for more than his usual enjoyment. It was probably a habit Ace had and had had for years. He didn't like it, but Ace would need time to adapt. And he did look okay, at least now.

Whitebeard smiled, ¨Couldn't sleep?¨ He asked, looking at Ace. Ace shook his head, ¨No,¨ He answered. ¨What about you?¨ Whitebeard sent a smile again, turning to the ocean, seeing dark clouds in the distance, ¨The storm woke me up.¨ He saw Ace nodding in his side view, turning to the ocean himself. ¨That's understandable, it was a bit loud at times.¨ The captain nodded, ¨Have you been out the entire night?¨ He asked, sending a look at Ace. The captain saw a real content felling in Ace's eyes, as well as something he couldn't quite place, but reminded him off woeful. Ace gave a nod, but didn't say anything. The captain gave a small nod himself. Deciding to not ask more about it, at least for now. Both of them stood in the silence, watching as the black clouds got further and further away, but the light rain stayed.

After an hour or so, Whitebeard felt his captains jacket start to get soaked, and thought he should maybe head inside. He still didn't feel like sleeping though. He sent a look at Ace, who didn't seem to mind the weather, nor his most likely soaked clothes. ¨Son,¨ He started, getting his attention. ¨I was thinking of heading back to my room, but don't feel like going to sleep just yet. Would you care to join me?¨ The captain could see Ace thinking for a second, before smiling and nodding, ¨I can do that. I don't feel like going to sleep myself.¨ The captain felt himself smile back, feeling glad Ace wanted to join him. He had been thinking Ace should sleep, but he couldn't force him to sleep either. They then walked to the captain's room, walking at a slow and relaxed pace.

When they got inside and Whitebeard closed the door behind him, he could see Ace taking off his hood and shaking his head a bit. He felt a small laugh leaving him, feeling Ace did it out of habit. It was something he could see Luffy do. When he had closed the door, he reached for a small towel he had, ¨Here.¨ He said, handing it to Ace. Ace took it with a smile and a thank you, using it to dry his hair a bit. The captain shrugged of his jacket and hug it over his chair, before sitting down in his bed. When he had, he saw Ace had taken his cape off and hung it on a chair close to him. He was mildly curious to see his clothes not wet, maybe a bit at the shoulders, but that was it. Ace should have been soaked, not just a wet spot here and there.

But before he could ask about it, Ace let out a small laugh, shaking his head. ¨Yes, yes.¨ He said and turned to the chair, where he now saw Dust sitting, soaking wet. Ace then took the towel and draped it over the bird, drying it a bit. ¨Better? You impatient bird.¨ Said Ace amused. Dust did let out a caw, making Ace shake his head and gave an another laugh. ¨Demanding bird.¨ He said, turning back to the captain, who had a smile himself. When he did, Whitebeard petted the bed next to himself, inviting Ace to sit. Ace went to the bed and jumped on, sitting a bit away from the captain. When Ace was on the bed, he leaned back on his hands, seeming to relax.

The captain was glad to see him relax. He had a feeling the boy got more and more used to having people around and he was glad to see that. He was still curious on how he was as dry. ¨You look surprisingly dry, especially after being out for so long.¨ Ace nodded and motioned for his cape on the chair. ¨The white fabric is water resistant.¨ Said Ace. That was a bit of a shock for the captain. There weren't a lot of water resistant fabric he knew about, even rarer to find. He was not surprised that Izou had it, the crossdresser had a lot of fabrics. Having a water resistant material under the clothing sounded smart, making it perfect in all kind of weather. But water resistant material was usually a bit heavy and not comfortable. ¨Is it comfortable to use? I believed water resistant material was heavy and uncomfortable.¨ Asked the captain.

Ace nodded. ¨It normally is,¨ Started Ace, jumping down from the bed and grabbing his cape before going back to the spot on the bed. ¨But this is a really rare material, which have both nylon and polyester, as well as a synthetic cross pattern on the outside, making it comfortable, durable and light.¨ He said, handing it to him to feel. He took the cape and was surprised how comfortable if felt, as well on how light it was. ¨This material is really rare to have, even rarer to have enough to make a whole piece of clothing, let alone a cape.¨ The captain nodded, now understanding how rare it actually was, he had never heard about a water resistant material this perfect. He handed the cape back to Ace, who managed to carefully throw it back to the chair, making it land on the back of it.

The captain was surprised to see how good aim Ace had, managing to make the cape hang on the chair, but quickly remembered it was needed for his line of work. He did also see Dust, who seemed like he had made himself comfortable in the towel. ¨How long have you had Dust? You look accustomed to each other.¨ He asked, turning to Ace, who nodded. ¨I believe I met him when I was 12, so I've had him as a companion for 8 years now.¨ That shocked the captain as he looked back at the bird. It didn't look old, it looked young and agile. If he remembered correctly, ravens usually lived for maybe 10 years. ¨Is Dust really that old?¨ He asked, looking at the bird who looked at him and cawed, making Ace laugh. ¨He doesn't like to be called old.¨ Said Ace, holding his hand out. Dust shrugged off the towel and flew to him, settling in his lap.

When Dust had settled down, Ace stroked the bird. ¨I'm not sure how old he is actually.¨ Started Ace, making the captain frown. Ace shook his head, looking at the bird, a pensive look in his eyes. ¨When I first met him, he was about 7 I believe. But there was an accident and Dust didn't make it. I am not sure what I did or how I did it. But I somehow managed to bring him back with my powers, also making the connection we have.¨ Ace gave a pet to the bird. The captain nodded, understanding the raven wasn't just a raven. He was also curious about Ace's powers, they were extraordinary. ¨What kind of devil fruit do you have? It seems exceptional.¨ The captain could see Ace thinking and understood he was contemplating if he should tell him or not. It was something he understood if he didn't tell. If he did tell, he would give away how his power worked, giving away a potential weakness.

Ace then looked at him, ¨I can tell later.¨ Said Ace with a smile. Whitebeard nodded, sending an understanding smile. He understood Ace didn't want to tell, at least not yet. It was normal for people to not give away their power right away, and Ace was a careful person. The captain watched as Ace petted the raven, the bird clearly liking it. Whitebeard had to smile, Ace was a gentle person. It was easy to forget he was an assassin. He only hoped everyone on the crew would understand he was a different person when he wasn't working. It was something he should bring up and now was probably a good time.

¨How are you settling in, son?¨ Ace gave a smile, looking at him. ¨It's going fine. Its calm and peaceful, which is a new thing. It feels a bit weird at times, but in a good way.¨ The captain nodded. ¨Everyone seems to like and admire you, especially your division.¨ He could see Ace nodding, turning to him, an expression of curiosity, wondering why he was bringing it up. The captain gave a small sigh. ¨You don't have to, but everyone cares for you, worries for you. They notice when you are gone, especially your division. How would you feel about telling everyone?¨ He could see Ace nodding, before giving a sigh. ¨I understand it might seem like a good resolution. But I have a feeling not everyone will accept it, which will cause some stir, maybe even some uproar. There are still some people in my division who don't dare to mention my work, making it all the more true that I actually am an assassin.¨ Ace turned to him, a small smile on his face.

¨If you think we should, we can. But I think it would be wiser to wait a bit, maybe slowly bringing it up before we reveal it.¨ The captain nodded, that sounded like a good idea. He didn't know there were some people that didn't want to mention his work, but he was glad they trusted him enough to speak to him, even if they didn't want to say he was an assassin. ¨That sounds like a good idea.¨ Said the captain smiling, making Ace nod, smiling himself.

Whitebeard was also curious about his work, not what he did or who he worked with. But how he knew how long an assignment would take and how long he had been doing it. ¨Would it be okay if I asked some questions about your work?¨ He felt a bit of comfort when Ace gave a small laugh, not seeming to mind the question. Ace looked at him, an amused look on his face. ¨You are allowed to ask, but I don't promise to answer. It's normal to have questions and I'm not shying away from it. But certain things I won't answer for obvious reasons.¨ Whitebeard nodded. He knew Ace didn't shy away from his work and understood he wouldn't answer everything, somethings might be a bit too revealing. ¨When you get an assignment, how do you know how long you will be gone? The notes doesn't say much.¨ Asked the captain.

Ace gave a small laugh. ¨I have been doing it for some time. When I get an assignment, I have a name and a place, as well as what they want. I can mostly figure out where they want me to go, or who they want me to take out. From there I can somewhat assume how long I will be gone and add a bit of time to that. It's a combination off experience and information.¨ The captain nodded, that gave a lot of sense. ¨How long have you been an assassin actually? You are pretty young, but you seem to have a lot of experience.¨ Ace gave a nod, ¨I started with going with others, before I started to make my own name as an assassin. I believe I was about 11 or 12 when I first went with others, but I did my first solo assignment at 15.¨

The captain nodded, amazed he had started when he was 12, even earlier than what he had thought. ¨When did you do your first kill? You must have been young.¨ Ace shook his head, not answering. Whitebeard nodded, understanding he wouldn't answer that. Whitebeard thought about what he should ask next. He had a lot of questions, but some he could understand himself Ace wouldn't answer. ¨Are there assignments you regret not accepting?¨ He asked, deciding to ask a bit more personal question. He could see Ace putting his attention on Dust, slowly stroking the bird, seeming to be in thought. He was thinking Ace might not answer and was on his way to ask something else, when Ace gave a small nod. ¨There is. I have assignments I regret doing, as well as assignments I regret not doing.¨ Said Ace slowly.

Whitebeard nodded. He was not surprised by that, but he wanted to hear it from Ace. He decided to slowly push a bit more. ¨Do you regret becoming an assassin?¨ He asked slowly, knowing this was far more personal than anything he had asked or Ace himself had mentioned. Ultimately asking Ace to open up. Ace gave a small sigh and a nod. ¨There are days where I detest my work. It's not a kind world we live in. But there are also days where I enjoy my work. I get to see the absolute worst, but I also get to see hope, to see the few things that makes my work bearable.¨

Whitebeard nodded. He knew Ace wasn't looking at him, having all his attention on Dust. He knew he had pushed a bit, but was glad to know Ace had answered, even though a bit emotionless. ¨What are the worst part? Of being an assassin.¨ Whitebeard asked, looking at Ace. He knew this was more of him prodding now, to see if Ace would continue to answer. Wanting to know what Ace would say and how he would react to the question. ¨I can say a lot of things.¨ Started Ace. ¨I can say how we are not liked by the general population. On how we are called demons and monsters or that everyone thinks we are just after money as vultures, comparing us to the ones we take out. But we are able to live with that. Assassins are strong and reliable. But,¨

¨The worst part of being strong, is that no one ever asks if you're okay.¨ Ended Ace.

Whitebeard sat stunned for a second. He was not expecting that answer, but Ace was right. When you were strong, no one thought to ask if you were alright. As a captain of so many, being the strongest man in the world, he was thought to be strong, but he still had an amazing family. Making it so he always had someone there. But there were still days when everything was tougher. Days where no one thought he also might not be as okay. Days where everything seemed a bit too much.

And he didn't even see half of what Ace saw.

To go through day after day, seeing the absolute worst, no one ever thinking you might not be okay, only asking for more from you, even being called hateful words all the time. That was a feeling he himself had felt once or twice, the few times when he thought he was completely alone. Before his family was as big as it was now. When he was new to being a pirate captain and saw the world for what it truly was. But he now realized Ace faced much worse and did every day. And yet, he managed to somehow go on. Whitebeard was sure he wouldn't be able to do that and still be able to keep a mask on. What unsettled him the most, was how much truth there were in those words, as well on how Ace had said them. He said them completely emotionless, his face also being emotionless as he stroked the bird.

The captain had a feeling he might have pushed a bit too much. But he then remembered Ace's words from the start, saying he would not answer everything. He slowly realized this was maybe why Ace didn't answer some questions, not only because they might reveal some information, but because it was the truth. And the truth was harsh. He was glad Ace had answered truthfully. And, in a way, had admitted he wasn't okay. He was sure, that if he asked the question if he were okay, he would not get an answer. It was always harder to outright admit something. Instead, he leaned a bit to the side, placing his arm behind Ace, not touching him, but close. Also leaning a bit back, relaxing. ¨Sometimes it's easy to forget.¨ Started the captain. ¨But one must also remember one is human, meaning you are allowed to be hurt and have emotions. Not needing to be strong all the time.¨

Whitebeard had decided to do a different approach. He had leaned back so he couldn't see Ace's face, as well as giving him his support with his arm. Ace was used to being watched all the time, as well as being strong. Whitebeard told Ace on how he also was a human, that he was allowed to not be okay, that he was allowed to lean on others. He could not see Ace's face, making so he didn't know what reaction he had to his words or movement. But he could see his back, which didn't falter or show any reaction. Staying strong and straight. He could see his arm moving, continuing to pet Dust. The captain decided he had asked enough and would not ask anything else. Nor would he force his comfort on Ace, making him decide if he wanted it or not, knowing Ace weren't used to leaning on others.

They sat in silence, the captain not moving or looking at Ace, letting him sit and think and sort through his mind. If Ace wanted, he could leave. Whitebeard would not stop him if he did and was glad to see Ace staying.

After some minutes, he heard Ace speak again. ¨Remember the first night I was here? You mentioned my father and that you could tell me about him.¨ Whitebeard smiled, ¨Would you like to hear?¨ He asked, looking at Aces back. He could see Ace nodding, ¨That would be nice.¨ Answered Ace, making him feel warm inside. He then started to tell how he and Roger first met.

After he had been speaking for about 20 minutes, he felt himself smile even more as Ace leaned back on his arm, relaxing. He didn't stop speaking or moved, continuing the story and acting like nothing had changed. After some more minutes, he felt Ace shift a bit. Bringing his legs up in the bed and leaning a bit on his side, head now lying sideways on his arm. Even though his head was faced his direction, he could still not see his face, only the top and back of the head. But he was glad to see Ace making himself comfortable around him, it was more than what he had hoped for.

He was a bit over halfway in the story, the story being quite long, 3 hours in its entirety, when he heard a small caw from Dust. When he looked down towards Ace, he saw that the bird was no longer in Aces lap, but beside him on the bed. When the bird saw him looking at him, Dust looked at Ace, causing him to frown and stop the story. When no reaction came from Ace, he moved forward slowly, trying to move his arm as little as possible. When he saw the young assassin's face, he felt himself smile as he saw closed eyes and a relaxed sleeping face.

The captain looked back at Dust, ¨Will he wake up if I move?¨ He asked softly. Dust looked at him, before looking at Ace, seeming to be assessing him. After a few seconds, he looked back at him, giving a shake of the head. Whitebeard smiled, glad to hear that. He slowly moved his other arm and took a small pillow from one of the chairs and slowly moved his arm. When he did, Ace slowly slid down to the bed, where he placed the pillow under his head. When Ace laid on the bed completely, Whitebeard felt a fatherly smile grace his lips. Glad Ace had leaned back on his arm and felt safe enough to fall asleep. He was pleased with the talk they had had. Feeling content that he had opened a bit up, even though he had sounded emotionless and he had prodded. But it was a start, much more than what he had managed to before.

Whitebeard slowly got up from the bed, leaning down to take Aces cape from the chair, glad to feel it dryer, the inside completely dry as expected. Whitebeard slowly draped it over the sleeping boy. Whitebeard knew his blanket was way too big and heavy for Ace, seeing as it was made for his size. But the cape could do for now. He knew Ace didn't sleep a lot and would most likely be up in a short time, he hoped Ace would sleep for an hour at least. Even if he couldn't help him with the sleeping problems that much, not yet at least, but he could make that short time he did sleep the most comfortable he could. The captain then slowly stroked the kid on the head, glad to see him relaxing. Ace moved a bit and leaned in to the pillow more, moving his form so he laid more on his side.

The captain let out a small laugh, moving to his chair and grabbing a book, deciding to read a bit. He was not tired, seeing as he had slept before. He then slowly realized Ace had not slept for at least 3 days, seeing as he had been on deck the entire day and night, before that he had been on an assignment for 2 days. He hoped this wasn't normal for the boy, not sleeping every night couldn't be good for him. The captain decided to not think about it, deciding to remain calm, and relaxed himself before he started to read his book.

-x-

Marco made his way over deck, heading for his father's room. He had been told by Haruta, who had watch, that he was awake some hours earlier. Marco knew Whitebeard usually didn't go back to sleep after waking up. He had not been able to be with his father in private the last days, seeing as some of his brothers and sisters wanted to be with him a bit. Marco didn't mind, he knew they were a big family. He had the book with him, the book about Legendaries, wanting to ask the man about it and show the book. He felt like the book was important for some reason, not just the book, but the part about the Legendaries. He didn't know what or why, but he felt like he needed to show it to his father, maybe Ace too. Marco shook his head, he would show his father for now.

He had waited until the weather had mostly cleared up, so he wouldn't get soaked on his way. He could have used a jacket or something, but he liked to go without it. His devil fruit kept him warm anyway. There were few out this early, the clock being around 5 in the morning. When Marco got to his captain's door, he knocked softly, just in case he had fallen asleep again. He felt glad when he heard a soft 'come in', and opened the door. When he got inside, he saw his father sitting in a chair, reading a book. He smiled back at the smile he was met with. When he turned to close the door, he causally turned his head to make sure the door didn't bang. He was surprised to see a familiar cape and form on the bed. At first he thought something might be wrong, but quickly realized Ace was only asleep.

Marco softly closed the door and when he turned around again, he went up to the sleeping form and felt relaxed at seeing a calm expression. He was mildly curious to see Ace sleeping on his side, realizing Ace never slept on his back. Marco shook his head, turning back to his father who had an amused look in his eyes. Probably at seeing him outright care and worry, which he never did, at least not as noticeable as this. ¨Have you talked, yoi?¨ Asked Marco, heading for a chair in the room. He knew his father had wanted to talk to Ace, he had recognized the look his father had in his eyes when he had looked at him the last couple of days.

Whitebeard nodded, ¨We did. After we had, I told him a story about his father and he fell asleep halfway through.¨ Marco nodded. He was a bit interested in what they had talked about, but had a feeling it was something private and decided to not ask about it. His father would tell him if it was something he could and felt like he should know. When he sat in the chair, Whitebeard gave a smile. ¨Do you want to talk about anything, son?¨ Asked the man, looking at his first commander. Marco nodded and showed him the book. Whitebeard was curious about it and took the book, looking through it. Marco had marked the part he wanted him to look at.

¨The book Sabo got from Ace,¨ Started Marco, ¨Mentioned something about Legendaries, making me interested, yoi. I remembered I had a book about it too and checked it out. I am not sure what or why, but I felt like it was something important, yoi. One of the powers even sound like Aces.¨ The captain nodded and got to the pages he was talking about. Marco could see his father squinting a bit to read, seeing as the book was small and had small text, especially for him. But he seemed able to read it without too much issue. He could see him frowning at certain parts, probably thinking the same he had. When he had turned the page, he could see when he read the part on what he thought sounded like Ace. His father seemed deep in thought as he read it.

When he was finished, he saw him looking some parts over and thinking about it, before putting the book down. When he did, he looked at him. ¨I get why this caught your interest, son. I have heard about it before, but never this detailed. Especially this Erebus. He is a legend which have been around for long, centuries actually, as you may know.¨ Marco nodded. ¨What do you think of the last power, the one that mentions disappearing and appearing in smoke, yoi?¨ He asked, wanting to know. His father nodded. ¨The disappearing and appearing sound similar to Ace, but that's it. I've never seen anything or heard anything of the rest and Ace's smoke doesn't kill or decay what it touches.¨ The captain then looked at Ace, making him also look at the sleeping form. ¨Ace told me he have known Dust for long, about 8 years.¨ Marco was shocked, that was a long life span for a raven, especially since he looked young.

Before he could ask, his father continued. ¨He told me there was an accident and Dust didn't make it. His powers somehow brought Dust back, also making their connection. Instead of decaying, he gave life, making the powers different.¨

Marco nodded. He thought the powers wasn't the same, at least not all of it. But the fact Ace had managed to somehow bring the raven back again, also making some connection, proved it was not the same. Which was still amazing. He had never heard of anything like it. He looked at his father, ¨Do you know what kind of devil fruit he have?¨ He asked, wanting to know if his father had any thought on it. Marco knew there were people speaking about it, trying to figure it out. Whitebeard shook his head. ¨I'm not sure. I asked, but he said he might tell later. But I must say, it is an amazing devil fruit he have.¨ Marco nodded. It was true, Ace's powers were amazing.

They then started some conversation about how the last days had been. Both of them enjoying each other's presence. After a bit, Dust stood up and shrugged, flying to a closed window, pecking on it and looking at them. ¨You want to go out, yoi?¨ Asked the first commander. Dust nodded, letting out a small caw. Marco stood up and opened the window. Dust gave a pleased caw before flying off. Both Marco and Whitebeard had to smile, seeing that Dust trusted them enough to leave them with a sleeping Ace. They had a feeling it also meant Ace trusted them too, at least to some extent.

When the bird was gone, Marco decided to let the window be open, just in case he came back soon, before he went to sit down again, continuing his conversation. They did send a look at Ace every now and then, always smiling when they saw the relaxed expression.

-x-

Ace felt himself waking up and felt surprisingly comfortable and relaxed. He could hear some soft conversation in the background and recognized it as Whitebeard and Marco, who was talking about how everyone was looking forward to some fights and action, seeing as it had been calm. Ace hadn't opened his eyes and decided not to, at least not yet. It was surprisingly nice and relaxing to lay and listen to them talk. It had been awhile since he had felt comfortable lying in silence and listening to conversation. He had always enjoyed it when he was smaller, but after becoming one of the best assassins, he never had the chance, people always expecting a lot of him. It was a nice little thing he rarely felt comfortable enough to do around others.

Ace had enjoyed talking to the captain, even though he had forced himself a bit at the end. It was the truth, he just rarely told anyone on how his work actually impacted him. When he showed or told others, they usually always told him to stop, to not do it since it caused him pain. Whitebeard had told him he wouldn't make Ace stop his work, telling it was a part of him. He had decided to tell the man the truth, to open a bit up, knowing that was what the captain wanted. When he had answered the last two questions, especially the last, he knew he was speaking emotionless, acting as professional he could, he always did when he knew his emotions would betray him. It was more of an instinct than anything. His work always had an effect on him and he never liked to show the negative effect it had.

Ace knew he had somewhat admitted he wasn't okay, which he had never done outright, except for one time, years ago. Ace never liked to admit it, even though he wasn't. The very few times he was asked, he either said nothing, said yes and pretended, or changed the subject.

What surprised him more, was how well and calmly Whitebeard had taken the information and acted.

He was expecting a follow up question, a question if he was okay, or if he could do anything to help. Ace wasn't expecting him to put his arm behind him, not so close it touched him, but there for him to know he wasn't alone. Then the captain had leaned back, so much Ace knew he wasn't able to see his face, giving him some privacy. Whitebeard had watched him closely the entire talk, he usually did when they spoke. Ace liked the action, it made him feel calmer since he had some privacy, but still wasn't alone.

And when the man had spoken the words, saying how it was easy to forget. But he always needed to remember it was okay, that it was okay to have emotions; that it was okay to not be okay. That he was allowed to not be strong sometimes. Ace was glad the man couldn't see his face, knowing his face betrayed him. To be able to show emotions and not act strong, was a concept he wasn't used to. He was always used to being the strong one, to be the one everyone relied on. Not being able to rely on others, not for the last years. Even when Azuruko first had gotten sick, he had tried to rely less on him, knowing it was getting harder for the man to be there like before.

Ace had decided to sit there and continue to pet Dust, to try to figure everything out, to make sense of it. He knew his face showed his troubles, making him glad the captain wasn't able to see. Ace kept his back straight, trying to act like nothing, just out of habit. It was new for him to meet someone who was as accepting and calm as Whitebeard. Someone who didn't tell him to quit, saying and seemingly understanding it was a part of him. Even acting and holding himself in a way that made Ace think he was right, that he didn't need to be strong all the time, that Whitebeard could be the strong one, giving Ace a break. It was a thought that Ace wasn't sure what to do with, where he should place it in his brain. And with these thoughts, came emotions he had not felt in a while, in a long while. The feeling of being understood and accepted.

Ace decided to try. To try and lean a bit, to rely on someone, something he hadn't done in years. Rely that this man wouldn't mind him letting some of his strength away, to just be a normal person for a bit.

When Ace asked the man to tell him about his father, it was more of a request to have some noise, to make his mind calm down. Hearing stories was always calming, and he actually liked the steady and calm voice of Whitebeard. How it never shook or broke, keeping a steady and calm pace. It didn't take long for Ace to understand the man wouldn't move, keeping his arm in place and unable to see his face. Ace had decided to slowly lean back, both to see how the man would react to him giving more of his control away and to try to relax. Something he hadn't son in a while. He was pleased when nothing changed. The voice not changing or reacting and the arm staying calm and in place. Making Ace smile.

Maybe he actually could rely and lean on this man.

Just the thought he actually could, was something he had not really thought about. He did trust them more than what he had, but trust was different, it was easier to trust a bit than to lean. As the story continued on, Ace decided to make himself more comfortable, feeling some tension in his body easing away. It was the mixture of the calm voice, his body starting to relax and Dust's calmness in his mind that made him slowly fall asleep. He hadn't even noticed he actually had fallen asleep before he woke up.

Ace was thinking if he should completely wake up, or if he should just relax a bit more. He wasn't sure how long he had been sleeping, but it couldn't be too long, he still felt tired. Ace decided he would relax a bit more, seeing as he actually felt he could. Ace moved himself a bit, making so he laid on his stomach, one arm under the pillow and the other by his side, the position he liked the most. When he had made himself comfortable, he felt a content breath leave him as he relaxed. He heard a small chuckle from the two occupants of the room, before soft conversation started up again. It was comforting with the soft talking in the background. And before Ace knew it himself, he had drifted off to sleep again.

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As Marco was talking with his father, he heard some movement from the bed and saw Ace moving. He was thinking he might wake up, he had already been asleep for half an hour while he had been there. When he saw that Ace only changed position and let out a breath before relaxing again, he couldn't help the chuckle. Ace seemed to be relaxing, something that also made him feel warm inside. He could hear a chuckle from his father and when he looked over, he saw a warm smile. It was good to see Ace relaxing around them, showing he did trust them enough to sleep. He had fallen asleep when they had a meeting a couple of weeks ago, but he hadn't somewhat woken up and gone back to sleep. The movement Ace did when he shifted, showed he was a bit awake, which meant he now chose to relax and sleep.

They then started the conversation up again, speaking in low voices, so it wouldn't be too much noise too sleep in. Both Marco and Whitebeard knew Ace slept little and therefore wanted to make sure he slept for a bit, at least until he woke up on his own.

It was about an hour and half later, that there was a knock on the door. When Whitebeard gave a 'come in', the door opened to reveal Claus, holding a Den Den. The captain frowned at that, it was unusual for someone to call this early, the clock was barely shy of 7. ¨Son,¨ Started the captain, speaking a bit lower than usual. ¨Who is calling this early?¨ Marco could see Claus frowning a bit at the soft voice, when he cast a look at the bed and saw the sleeping form, he understood and smiled. Claus made his way over to them, so he didn't have to speak so loud, ¨Red Haired Shanks is calling, he said he had some information for you.¨ Said Claus.

Both Marco and Whitebeard nodded, the captain motioning for him to place the Den Den on a table. It wasn't completely unusual for the other captain to give them some information, but it was rare. They had a truce and a small agreement, one they had had for years. They would not attack each other without reason and would give helpful information if they came by it, a sign that they would help each other if something happened, if something like a battle or war broke out against marines or a mutual enemy. When the Den Den was placed on the table, the captain gave a nod to Claus again, who understood and left, knowing it could be something not meant for his ears.

When the door closed, both Whitebeard and Marco looked at the Den Den. ¨Shanks. Before you start, I would appreciate if you would not yell, but speak calmly. Ace is currently sleeping.¨ Said the captain, knowing Shanks usually was loud. Marco could see the Den Den looking a bit shocked at the information. ¨He is?¨ They heard the captain ask shocked, thankfully speaking in a normal voice, not his usual over excited one. Whitebeard nodded and couldn't help the smile on his face, ¨Yes.¨ Said the captain, looking at the still sleeping form. A small laugh was heard, ¨Good to hear Ace is settling in, it's rare for him to sleep around others.¨ Said Shanks making both Marco and Whitebeard smile. They had guessed it wasn't something Ace did often, but hearing it was right made them feel even happier to know Ace did.

The Den Den shook his head, ¨Anyway.¨ Continued Shanks, sounding serious. ¨Benn overheard a marine transmission. He didn't hear everything, but they mentioned something about being extra hostile and launch more attacks. He didn't hear the reason or who they are launching attacks against, but we think something big is coming.¨ Marco could see his father frowning at that. ¨Are you sure it was a truthful transmission? Not something they wanted you to overhear.¨ Asked the captain. That was a good question, the marines did sometimes use their brains and had false transmission. The Den Den nodded its head. ¨It was truthful. We had issues tuning in, as well as staying on it. Some things was also spoken in code.¨ That was a sign it was true. For the marines to be cautious, even using codes was a clear sign of that.

They were going to have a meeting later today, but maybe they should hold the meeting earlier, this was something they should mention and see if anyone knew anything. The captain looked at the Den Den, ¨Thank you for telling, Shanks. We are having a meeting today. If we figure out anything more, I'll get back to you.¨ He said. Since the other captain had mentioned it, he would repay it by telling if they found out something. The Den Den nodded. ¨Ace might know something. If you ask him, tell him they said Akapolok. He might only say it's nothing to worry about if it's not about you. Or he will share what he knows.¨ Whitebeard nodded, Ace did know a lot. ¨We will have the meeting when he wakes up then.¨ Said the captain, knowing it would be easy to get everyone up. The clock was close to seven already.

The Den Den did a slow nod, as if assessing the information. ¨How long has he been asleep? And have he had any stressful or exhausting days?¨ Asked Shanks, making the captain frown, wondering why he was asking about that. Whitebeard looked at the clock, Ace fell asleep around 4:30. That would make it a bit over 2 hours. He looked back at the Den Den. ¨There haven't been any exhausting days, at least to my knowledge. And he has been asleep for about two and a half hours. Why?¨ The Den Den gave a nod. ¨You should wake him.¨ Said Shanks, making them frown. ¨Why, yoi? He already sleeps way to little.¨ Said the first commander, looking at the Den Den with a frown. The Den Den gave a sigh. ¨Ace isn't going to like me saying this, seeing as I shouldn't know it either.¨ Started Shanks, making both Marco and Whitebeard frown, wondering what the reason they should wake him might be.

¨Ace sleeps little, you are right about that. But I think he might sleep less than what you believe. He usually sleeps an hours or so every two days. If he's lucky, he'll sleep every night, but that's rare. Anyway. If he sleeps longer than that, he might not sleep for 4 or 5 days. I don't like it, but I rather have him sleep 2 hours every other night than 3 hours every fourth night.¨ Whitebeard and Marco stared at the Den Den in shock, before sending a look at Ace. They knew he slept little, but only a couple of hours every other night? That was way too little. The captain was about to speak again, when Shanks beat him to it. ¨I know you don't like that information. But he has been doing this for years and knows his limit. Only reason I know, is because I figured it out by accident. Don't push him to sleep or anything, it won't work, I have tried.¨

The captain nodded, closing his eyes a bit. The way Shanks said the last part, signalized it would really not work. At least not now. Maybe when they had been around Ace longer, they could figure something out. The captain gave a sigh, deciding he would keep that information in mind. ¨We will have the meeting now then. I thank you for telling me this. I won't tell Ace about the sleeping habits or that you told me.¨ The Den Den gave a nod and a sigh. ¨Thank you. I know you want to help and everything. But sometimes you can't do anything, no matter how much you want to.¨ The Den Den then made a click and went back to sleep.

Marco looked at his father, ¨Should we ask Ace now, or wait until the meeting, yoi?¨ He asked. If it wasn't about them, they didn't need to bring it up. Whitebeard shook his head, ¨We will ask about it in the meeting. It might be something everyone should know.¨ The captain then stood up, looking at Marco, ¨Would you like to wake Ace?¨ Marco gave a sigh, nodding. He didn't want to wake the sleeping man, but guessed they should, especially after what Shanks told them. Whitebeard gave a nod, taking the Den Den and heading to the door, giving it to Claus again, saying they would have the meeting now and to tell everyone. Claus nodded and went off.

While Whitebeard did this, Marco had walked to Ace's sleeping form. When he was beside Ace, Marco lifted his hand and put it on Ace's back. As soon as the hand touched the young assassin's back, Ace stirred and opened his eyes. ¨Marco?¨ Asked Ace, leaning up on his elbows. Marco gave a small smile, feeling guilty for waking him. Ace didn't look tired, making him feel a bit less guilty. ¨We're having the meeting now, yoi. Something came up.¨ Ace gave a nod and sat up, stretching a bit before jumping down from the bed. When he was on the floor, he turned and took the cape, putting it on. When he had, he looked at the first commander and the captain that stood behind him. ¨Should we head to the meeting room, or do we need to get the others?¨ He asked.

The captain smiled, seeming glad Ace didn't look tired or anything. If he had, he would have felt bad for waking him. He still didn't like the fact he slept so little, but would not bring it up, at least for now. ¨We are getting the others first. If you head to the galley, Marco can head for the commanders quarters.¨ Both Ace and Marco nodded, heading for their destination and telling the commanders they would meet now.

Half an hour later, everyone was in the meeting room. As everyone had settled down, it was Thatch that spoke first. ¨Pops, why are we having the meeting this early? Wasn't we supposed to have it at noon?¨ The captain nodded, ¨We were, son. But Shanks called with some information and it might be something important.¨ Everyone looked at him, some frowning. Knowing it had to be something important for the red haired captain to call them. ¨What was it about?¨ Asked Thatch, looking at his father. The captain looked at his children, ¨Benn overheard a transmission from the marines. It mentioned that they would be extra hostile and launch attacks. Benn couldn't hear who they are targeting or why. Some of it also was in code, making it hard to tell.¨ The captain could see many of his children frowning at that. Not liking the fact the marines were going to be targeting someone special. It might be an attack on pirates, an attack on them.

When they had gotten a few seconds to absorb it, the captain continued. ¨Seeing as we don't know much, I want to ask if any of you might have heard anything about it. The smallest piece of information might help.¨ The captain could see all of his children thinking, before many shook their heads not knowing anything more. He could see Ace thinking and looking at the map at the table, making him think the young assassin might know something. The captain decided to wait and see if any of the others might know anything before asking Ace.

A few seconds later, Curiel spoke up. ¨I am not sure, but I think I heard something about the marines trying to find someone and had managed. That was two days ago and I am not sure who, but I distinctively remember it being something about nobles.¨ The tenth commander looked worried at his father. ¨You don't think they have made some kind of deal? That would be bad news.¨ The captain frowned a bit. If the marines and nobles made a deal, that would be bad. Before anyone could say something more or think how bad a deal between them would be, Ace let out a sigh, looking at the captain. ¨You mentioned something about codes being used. Any specific ones?¨

Whitebeard nodded. Now realizing Ace might actually know what codes the marines used and what they mean. ¨Shanks said they used the word 'Akapolok'.¨ Ace nodded at that, looking at the map again, frowning a bit. The captain had a feeling Ace knew something about what that word meant. ¨Do you know anything about it, son?¨ Ace gave a nod, before thinking a bit. After a few seconds, he got up and moved to the lower part of the map, making them wonder what he was going to do. ¨Curiel is not wrong, but not completely right. They weren't speaking of nobles, but some other blue blooded patricians.¨

Ace then got to the side where the New World was. When he had, he pointed at some empty place in the ocean. ¨Here is an island, not really known seeing as it is greatly hidden in fog. On the island lives some blue blooded patricians in a mansion. The marines have been trying to locate them for some time and have now. Based on the phrasing, I am guessing there will be a 30-40 mile radius around here that the marines will be watching for about a week or so. And everyone they see in that space, will be targeted.¨ Everyone stared stunned at Ace and were he had pointed, amazed on how much he actually knew. Ace then gave a sigh, taking his hand away from the map. ¨I won't always give an as in depth explanation. But seeing as you already had the basics and it will be in the newspaper when finished, I see no harm in it. But don't get used to it.¨

The pirates nodded, understanding this was not something he would do often. ¨Son,¨ Started the captain, looking at Ace. ¨What does Akapolok mean?¨ Ace looked at him. ¨Akapolok is a code for slave driver.¨ The pirates nodded, understanding the ones at this island were slave drivers. ¨What does blue blooded patricians mean?¨ Asked Thatch, not having heard that before. Ace seemed to be thinking for a second before answering. ¨Blue blooded patrician is someone who can easily be mistaken for a noble. Instead of being born into wealth and power as a noble is. A blue blooded patrician is someone who are wealthy and gain power by threatening and keeping slaves and prisoners for ransom and pleasure. Often targeting the marines, nobles and other people with power.¨ Thatch nodded, now seeing the resemblance between the two.

It was then Curiel who spoke up, looking at Ace. ¨How do you know they will be watching that exact radius for that amount of time?¨ Ace gave a small smirk, moving back towards his seat, ¨Because, when the marines get there. They will find a mansion without any slaves, but a lot of bodies.¨ Said Ace, sitting down. ¨A radius of 40 miles and one week is what they usually do to be sure no one is around. Especially when someone beat them to their target.¨ The pirates nodded, understanding the place had been taken care off. ¨Was it you?¨ Asked Thatch slowly, looking at him. Ace shook his head, ¨It wasn't me. But I know who it was, the reason I know all of this.¨ The pirates nodded again.

The captain smiled, glad to know it wasn't anything dangerous. And they didn't need to watch out for marines, at least as long as they didn't go near the spot Ace had pointed to. ¨Now that that's been taken care off. We can start the original meeting.¨ Everyone nodded at that, looking at the captain.

The meeting went by quickly. Everyone giving updates on how their division was and if they needed anything before heading to the New World. It was found out none of them really needed anything, they had been able to stock up on everything on the last island, thanks to the excessive founds they had. When they had said that, Ace had let out a laugh. When he had, everyone had stared at him, not realizing what was so funny. When Thatch had asked, Ace had said it wasn't excessive. It was under a billion after all. When he had said that, everyone had stared dumbfounded at him. When they had, Ace had also mentioned they were pirates, asking if they didn't steal and plunder. When he had said this, the captain had started laughing, everyone soon following. It was true, they did steal and plunder. But they hadn't had anyone to plunder or attack. They had only been around their territories. Stealing there, would be like stealing from themselves.

The meeting ended after an hour, everyone leaving to go on with their business as usual. Ace had decided to reside out on deck, reading a book and relaxing in the clear weather. Glad to see the dark clouds gone. He also enjoyed the bite of the air which always came after a storm, making him harbor a smile.

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And that's chapter 20, hope you enjoyed

This was more of a slow pace and buildup for later. Need some relaxing here and there. The calm before the storm as they say

And if you like this story, please check out Ace of Spades One Shots, which contains one shots and different events from this story.

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