It has been fifty-seven years since the execution of the Second Pirate King, Monkey D. Luffy, and he has left a legacy in his wake so great that some say he was more legendary than the First King, Gol D. Rogers. But like the last Pirate King, at his execution, he told the world that he had again hidden the One Piece for the world to find. Many saying it was the start of the next Age of Piracy, but then, war broke out among two families: The Monkey family and the Cobra family. After four decades of bloodshed, the war finally subsided. And nineteen years later, a member of the Cobra family set out on a quest to obtain the One Piece, his name is Cobra D. Red. P.S. I wonder how many people actually read this paragraph every time.

A Fated Rematch! Blackheart vs. Cobra

Intro: /Ob3ul4QL22U

As the thunder pounded in the background, the two continued their stare down. As they stood there, a few onlookers had crept up from out of the shadows. Some of the criminals watching recognized the one floating in the air and began murmuring about getting back to their ships. Some of the more ballsier ones began putting money on who they thought would win. Most of the money went in Amelia's pile.

As another burst of lightning cut across the sky, Red finally broke the silence. "So, why the hell are you here?" Letting the thunder quiet down, Amelia answered back with a scoff, "Isn't it obvious? I came to capture you. You took me by surprise before and I made mistakes, but I won't make them again." And as she said this, she whipped out her guns and began firing on Red. Rolling to the side, Red was just fast enough to get only a grazing blow to the shoulder. Leaping to his feet, he dashed towards one of the store fronts, pulling out his own gun and firing back. As the bullets were exchanged, Red kept running while Amelia let them pass harmlessly through her.

What's his game, she thought, her eyes narrowing as she took the time to think, Last time we met, he seemed so sure of his aim, yet he refuses to use that Sea-Stone bullet of his. But she had let her thoughts distract her, because while she was thinking, she had been blindly firing in Red's general direction. Taking advantage of this, Red had leaped onto the sides of one of the buildings, and using it as a springboard, propelled himself towards her. Coming out of her trance, she looked up just in time to see Red hurtling towards her. Dropping one of her guns, she pulled out one of her sabers and made a swift slash at Red. Seeing the move coming, Red used his gun to deflect the blade, and went in for the right hook. In surprise, Amelia tried to use her own gun to block, but it was just smacked away as the fist sailed and slammed into her face.

Grunting as it impacted, she gripped her gun, pushing it into his chest. Feeling the metal shoved into him, Red was forced to maneuver himself awkwardly in the air to avoid the bullet. Moving just in time, he could feel the bullet tear a trench through his shirt as it whistled by. Pushing himself off her, he let himself fall to the ground, where he quickly stood up again. Floating to the ground herself, Amelia rubbed the side of her face with her free hand. Feeling the sting, she had a sharp intake, and then glared at Red.

That's twice now I've been punched by this guy, and in the same place no less. But she was pulled from her trance once more as Red began speaking. "How the hell did you track us here?" Smirking, she replied, "Well that's an easy one. This is one of the last islands before Reverse Mountain, so it's obvious you'd sail here for a resupply," glancing around at the crowd, though, she gave a grimace of disgust, "Could do without the pirates here though… and the bad-apple Marines. If it was me, I'd wipe this island off the map if I could."

Confused, Red spoke up, saying, "Wouldn't that get you a bounty for attacking Marines?" Smiling coldly again, she said back, "I appreciate, but do not accept, your concern. I have plenty of friends higher up in the Marine community. They'll understand if I kill a few bad eggs," then, pointing her gun back at Red, she nearly shouted, "Now can we please get back to what I'm here to do!" Taking up his own stance, Red grinned at her, saying, "Gladly."

As he said it, the wind picked up, and it took nearly everything to keep himself balanced. Glancing at her, he saw that the gun she had dropped earlier flew back to her readily opened hand. Grabbing it, she quickly clicked the hammer, and began firing another storm of bullets. Rolling back, he leaped from where he stopped and back into another wall. Following him with her eyes, Amelia let rain another burst of bullets as Red ran along the wall and into another balcony. As she was about to let loose another burst, she heard the familiar clicking sound of her gun being out of ammo. Growling in anger, she ejected the empty magazines from the gun. Tossing the new magazines in the air, she swiped at them and slotted them in and continued firing.

Leaping from the balcony, Red could feel several of the bullets graze him, leaving several scratches on his skin. But as he twisted to try and avoid another bullet, he felt pain shoot up his leg as one of the bullets entered his thigh. Landing with a thud, Red gritted his teeth as he tried to ignore the pain. Stumbling away from Amelia and towards an alleyway, he thanked his lucky stars as he heard another click. Rolling behind a barrel, Red pressed his back against it, taking some time to catch his breath. Reaching down, he began to feel the bullet hole, but quickly pulled his hand away as the pain reared back up again. Sighing, he gritted his teeth as he pushed the pain to the back of his mind.

As he sat there, he could feel the bullets impact the barrel behind him, splashing the water around inside. And just as he was about to leap back into the fray, the bullet storm stopped. Confused, he glanced around the barrel, only to duck back behind it, expecting another storm, but it didn't come. Stepping tentatively out from behind the barrel, he glanced around, trying to see where Amelia had gone. Walking out into the middle of the square, he kept glancing around, expecting her to leap out and attack again.

As he looked around, he heard people muttering from the side of the street something about her disappearing. "Am I the only one who saw that?" "She just vanished, like she wasn't there." "That's gotta be some kind of witchcraft, or something." Hearing this, he realized he wasn't the only one wondering where she had gone. Looking around more frantically, he thought to himself, Oh, she's trying this crap again. And as he looked, he felt a quick burst of wind blow from behind him, and rolled out of the way, just in time to avoid the sword swipe.

Looking up, he saw that once again, the sword along with the person had vanished, and he grimaced, wondering what kind of game she was playing. As he thought this, he didn't know how, but he could feel her behind him, and he twisted himself around, nearly avoiding the sword strike altogether. But that didn't stop him from being stabbed, as he felt pain shoot up from his side. Grimacing in pain, he lashed out with his foot, kicking her before she could disappear again. Slamming into a fruit cart, her impact sent wood and fruit flying, as she slowly got to her feet.

Chuckling to himself, Red staggered to stay standing. Calling over to Amelia, he shouted, "That's two points for me, four points for you… I don't like that score. Let's make it even, shall we?" Glowering at him, she called back in an angry voice, "Let's not do that. Instead, let's make my score ten!" And as she shouted it, she put on a quick burst of speed and raced towards him. Seeing this, Red began running towards her, the blood coming out faster as his body began moving. Reaching for his gun, he pulled it up just in time to point it in her face as she stabbed him through the chest. As his neck whiplashed back from the force, he instinctively pulled the trigger, firing it off point blank in her face.

Falling to his knees, Amelia came with him, as she still had a tight grip on the swords lodged in his chest. Staring in shock and horror, the rest of the crew had just watched as their captain had been stabbed through the chest. Being the first to come out of his stupor, Henry shouted out, "Red!" and tried to run to his side, but was stopped as Red began to laugh. "Damn, that was a close one! I even felt it start to impale me! What about you Amelia? You still alive?" Looking up, Amelia was already glowering at him, while the top half of her head became visible again.

Keeping her voice calm, she said, "So, you're a Logia user, too. So, I can't kill you… But why didn't you use your Sea-Stone bullet?" Chuckling, Red grinned at her, saying, "Well, I didn't want to spoil the fun, but I wasted it on this bear guy a few days ago." Sighing, she said in annoyance, "So then, neither of us can kill each other?" to which Red responded with a quick nod. Sighing again, she pulled the swords out of Red's chest and put them back in her scabbards. "Well then, I guess I have no choice. I'm gonna go hunt down some other pirates to calm down." And with that, she began walking away, from the confused crew. Raising an eyebrow in slight confusion, Red asked, "Wait, you're just gonna let us go, even though we're pirates?" Snorting, Amelia said, "What's the point? I don't have any Sea-Stone on me, so I can't catch you, and the rest of your crew doesn't have bounties yet."

"But don't think that just because I'm not catching you now, doesn't mean you're off the hook. Next time we meet, I'll be ready for you. And I'll also be prepared for that swordsman of yours."

Hearing this, Red looked up, realizing that he had forgotten all about Miles up until now. Waving her off, he ran back to the rest of his crew, shouting at them to get the ship ready. Leaping into action, they began preparing the ship to sail out on the sea. Stopping for a second, Red glanced back, and saw that Amelia was glaring at them. The look that she gave was clear: This wasn't over. Not even close. Turning back forward, he yanked the last rope, releasing the sails and sending them on their way. Looking ahead, Red could see flashes of lightning, striking the sea, and the winds blowing the clouds into different shapes and sizes. Baring his teeth, Red looked ahead intensely, thinking, Why the hell would they take Miles?

- With Miles -

Panting, Miles fell back down to his knees as the boat was rocked by yet another powerful wave. His hands were outspread as the chains yet again cut into his wrists, causing him to grit his teeth in pain. His back was screaming in pain from the lashings he had received. The many whippings he had received had opened several long cuts in his back, which leaked blood profusely onto the deck. The big man stood behind him, next to where the whip hung, which was still wet with his blood, just in case another series of lashings was due to him. Looking up in anger, he stared at the cowled figure standing before him. Kneeling in front of him, he could see the smirk through the shadows and became even angrier. "So," the figure said, obviously enjoying their position right then, "Are you having any second thoughts, Buredo?"

"Go to hell!" As he shouted it, he shoved his face in theirs, struggling against the chains and causing more blood to leak out of his wrists. "I told you I never wanted to see you people again! If I wasn't chained up like this, no moral system in the world would stop me from attacking you all!" Finished shouting, deafening silence followed, where the onlookers just stared as the cowled figure continued to kneel before him. Calmly standing up, the cowled figure turned to the big man, saying, "Butch. I believe another fifty lashings are due to this man, don't you think? For speaking out of term, that is."

Smiling as he took up his stance, the whip at the ready, Miles prepared himself for the pain. As he felt each lashing against his skin, he could tell Butch was going purposefully slow, as to let the pain really sink in. Gritting his teeth, Miles just closed his eyes, thinking, Don't scream, no satisfaction. But even as he hit number fifty, Butch just kept going, opening more and more gashes in his skin. Breathing heavily now, Miles just gritted his teeth harder, hoping for the sweet relief of unconsciousness.