I said I was only ever going to write three One Piece fics, to help me cope with Ace dying. I wrote three (young and built to fall, a book of matches for a new life, and burning all the bridges) and guess what, IT'S NOT ENOUGH.
So here's my take at a deage fic, because I've read some, but found a lot of them lack substance. It will be two parts. The second part is coming this or next week.
Also, half beat'd by the best beta around, breather. I'm just so impatient (that's why it's half).
one small mercy, two, red fish, blue
"Sail ho!"
Ace turns towards the starboard of the ship, eyes searching out a vessel. Since his father passed away, dozens of ships have challenged the remaining Whitebeard pirates for their flag, which has become one of the most sought-after trophies in the New World. Though irritating at times, Ace generally likes the fights; it gives him an appropriate space to exercise out his frustrations and unresolved emotions.
After catching sight of the other ship, Ace blinks before a wide smile spreads across his face.
"That's my brother's flag!" he cries happily. Several of the other members on deck gather at the railing to see the galleon approach the Moby Dick.
From beside him, Marco lets out a low whistle, impressed.
"Your brother got his hands on a nice ship," Thatch says, joining him on his other side.
"Apparently he has a cyborg for a shipwright," Ace says, and the grin hasn't left his face. The other two commanders look at him sideways, but Ace doesn't care to elaborate. They're going to meet them eminently. A visit from his little brother will be a nice break from the constant battles.
"Permission to come aboard?" a voice calls as they near.
Ace barely remembers to look to Marco for permission, and after receiving an amused nod, he yells an assent back.
"It'll be interesting to get to know your crazy brother when we aren't in a warzone," Thatch says.
Ace shoves the small pang of sadness down and responds with a grin. "You know, I'm not entirely sure if that's the craziest thing he's ever done."
Marco and Ace both laugh at Thatch's expression.
It takes way too long for them to line up and lower the boarding platforms. The last time Ace saw his little brother, Luffy was still recovering. Seeing him whole and well again will be a relief. Once they're all lined up, Ace blinks in confusion.
He sees Robin, Zoro, and Usopp on deck, but not his brother.
"Where's Luffy?" he asks.
"Hello to you too, Ace." A much stronger, more confident Usopp grins.
"Ah, I'm sorry. It's a pleasure to see all of you again, I hope you're well. Now, where is my brother?"
"We had a... I don't even know what to call it." Usopp shakes his head.
"A situation," Robin puts forth.
"A situation?!" Ace echoes loudly.
"Calm down," one of his crewmates says.
"Since this is the brother that declared war on the world government, I think Ace has a right to be worried," Marco says dryly.
"What happened?" Ace presses again, more calmly this time.
"Well, we were visiting Ivankonov—"
That's when the door to the galley slams open.
"ACE!"
A small figure runs across the deck before jumping onto the railing and leaping over the gap to reach Ace.
Only reflexes let Ace catch the figure, and once he does, he holds it out at arm's length and stares blankly.
A smiling, giggling seven-year-old is in his hands. And there isn't a question in his mind that it's Luffy. He knows his brother's smile from anywhere. Not to mention he matches up perfectly with the figure Ace remembers as a child, the stupid little kid always tagging along and smiling... But this shouldn't be possible, right? Because unless somebody cloned him, this is his brother.
"Luffy?!" he asks. Murmurs and exclamations come from behind Ace's eyes are glued to the little kid squirming in his grasp.
"Ace!"
"This is the situation I guess?" Marco asks, rhetorically. The rest of the Straw Hat pirates exit from the galley, smiling with amusement and fondness at the sight of their shrunken captain.
Nami steps forward. "We were hoping to explain it to you beforehand, but Luffy..."
She shakes her head, and Ace automatically understands what she's saying.
"Ace! I'm so happy to see you! I woke up and there was a cyborg and these ladies and guys and stuff and they told me that I was actually a captain and nineteen or something. But I didn't believe them 'cause I'm not gullible anymore. But they're really nice and cool— the doctor's a reindeer and he can get super big really fast and there's this skeleton who's like the coolest thing ever, and he's a musician too— so I kinda said a lot, but please don't get mad!" Luffy gushes.
"I'm not mad?" Ace utters, bewildered. He carefully sets his brother down on the deck. There's a long pause while the second commander tries to come to grips with what he's seeing right now. All the while, Luffy just stares. Then the boy starts and points.
"You're big!" Luffy exclaims, eyes bulging with surprise.
"So dense!" everyone shouts.
"Why are you so big? Did you eat Dadan? Does that mean we can have her house?"
Ace gives a choked laugh before shaking his head. "No, I didn't eat Dadan. And what did I tell you about cannibalism, Luffy?"
"Not to unless we're really, really hungry."
"No! Not to do it ever!" Ace corrects with shark teeth.
"Oh yeah," Luffy says.
Ace turns to the laughing Straw Hats and stares at them speculatively.
"Does someone want to tell me why my little brother is seven again?"
"Seven and a half!" Luffy corrects.
"Iva apparently nailed him with his hormones," Usopp tells him. "He's been like this since yesterday."
"Luffy doesn't trust any of us. He kept threatening to run away unless we took him to 'Ace nii-chan.'" Nami smirks as Ace flushes at the words.
"Oh, Ace nii-chan, we're going to use that from now on," Thatch calls.
"Shut up!" Ace snaps at the grinning fourth commander.
"Little idiot jumped off the deck twice trying to figure a way off the boat to get to you," Sanji tells him.
Luffy laughs like it's hilarious and Ace sighs.
"Don't do that again," he says perfunctorily.
"I won't! 'Cause I found you and you're here so why would I want to leave?" Luffy says. And wow, Ace completely forgot how adorable his little brother was as a child. Well, he likely overlooked it; Ace was a tad more self-centered as a child.
"If there's a cool alligator or octopus I might try catching it though," his brother adds on, ruining the sweet moment.
"Moron," Ace says, smiling slightly. "You won't find many alligators on the sea."
"Is this, uh, permanent?" Thatch asks, and Ace looks to him, startled.
"We don't really know," Nami admits.
"What?!" Ace exclaims.
"We met up with Ivankov at the last island and partied a little. He and Luffy had a conversation right before him and the rest of his creepy okama left." Sanji shifts and mutters. "Anyways, we didn't actually see it and Ivankov was already gone by the time Luffy changed and we puzzled out what happened."
"I gave him a full body exam and ran diagnostics to see if I could figure it out, but I don't fully understand the mechanics of Ivankov's hormone therapy," Chopper says. "He's completely healthy at least."
"So what do we do now?" Marco asks.
"Well, we left a message with one of his revolutionary contacts." Franky sighs. "The guy told us he'd get back to us in a couple days. With Luffy-bro threatening to jump off the bow again, we figured it would be best to just meet up with you all for a while."
"I'm amazed you found us," Marco remarks.
"Well, you all have been in the newspapers a lot recently," Nami says. Ace doesn't doubt it. With the rate of challengers they've had lately, he knows the White Beard crew makes at least the second page, if not the first, of the newspaper every few days.
"I do hope our visit is no imposition," Brook says (Ace assumes it's Brook. Luffy said he had a skeleton for a musician, so Ace feels pretty comfortable with his guess).
"It doesn't seem like there's much of a choice with this one having no self-preservation," Marco says, looking to Luffy. The first commander is smiling though, and Ace knows they are completely welcome.
"You can say that again," Zoro says, speaking up for the first time.
"Ace, I'm bored. Can we eat something?" Luffy asks. "Can I eat Magra and Dogra?"
"Luffy, again with the cannibalism." Ace rubs his forehead.
"Okay... you can have Dogra if you want," Luffy offers.
"That isn't the problem! And wait, he's the smaller one!"
"You two are similar." Thatch leads the chorus of laughter.
Displeased at being ignored, Luffy scrambles up Ace's back and hangs off the second commander's neck.
"Ace, I'm hungry," Luffy whines. Ace snorts at the behavior, but he loops Luffy's thin little legs through his arms to make a proper piggy-back. Luffy giggles against his neck.
"I fed you an hour ago," Sanji says irritably.
"That was an hour ago," Luffy shoots back.
"It is almost dinner time," Thatch intervenes. "You can have a little something, yeah?"
"Might as well just feed him a second dinner." Sanji sighs and lights a cigarette. "There's no helping it."
"I think he'll be able to eat it," Nami says, smirking. "His appetite hasn't shrunken that much."
"You're going to love the food." Ace smiles and starts heading towards the galley, making a motion to the rest of the Straw Hats to join if they want to. "We have the best food on the sea. Thatch helps out in the kitchen every now and then. He's—"
"Liar!" Luffy says.
Ace pauses in his walking at the vehemence of his brother's words. Even the others are slightly startled by the sudden shift in emotion.
"What do you mean, Lu?" Ace asks, turning his head to look at his brother who's resting his chin on Ace's shoulder with a cross look.
"I had Sanji's food and it was like the best thing I've ever eaten! Except for Makino's stuff, you know," Luffy says. "And if he's my chef in the future, then I know he's the best on all the seas! So we have the best food."
From the side Sanji lets out an exhale of smoke, smiling. All of the Straw Hats look pleased with their captain's words, none more than Sanji.
"Can't argue with that logic," the Straw Hat chef says. "And I'll excuse the Makino comment because that sounds like the name of a beautiful woman~"
Ace shakes his head and starts heading towards the galley again.
"Makino's pretty!" Luffy giggles. "She makes super good food too, right, Ace?"
Ace smiles softly. He hasn't thought about Makino's cooking in a long time. She was talented, and he would certainly place her cooking as one of his favorites, but it wasn't necessarily gourmet. Ace isn't certain if her cooking always tasted the best because of the food itself or because she was the first person who cooked food specifically for Ace. She asked what he liked and didn't like. She was also the first person to make him cake on his birthday.
"Yeah," Ace says. "Especially her cake."
Luffy laughs again. "When she made a cake for Ace's birthday, Ace got all red in the face."
Even now, the memory makes his face flush a little at the awkward interactions of not understanding how to express his emotion. It didn't help that she was so patient and nice with him. People didn't treat Ace like that. Ace could explain Luffy's behavior, figuring that he was too stupid to understand Ace was really bad when it came down to it. But Makino was gentle and fond, even when he slipped up and snapped or swore.
"He's blushing even now," Thatch says, grinning, deciding to tag-along to the galley. Ace isn't surprised. What is surprising is that more crewmembers don't follow.
"Shut up," Ace says as they enter the galley. Everyone already seated looks towards him, Luffy, and the Straw Hats curiously as they claim one of the emptier benches in front of the long tables. Ace is glad that most of the other commanders are dong raids and intelligence gathering. Only Izou, Marco, and Thatch are left on the Moby Dick. Speaking of, Izou enters the galley suddenly, scanning the tables until he spies theirs. Well, now Ace knows that the information is in circulation now. Despite the awkwardness, it does save him from having to explain to everyone.
"Ace, I just heard," Izou says by way of greeting. He blinks as Luffy stares at him inquisitively from his seat beside Ace. "I suppose this is him."
"No, this is the other seven-year-old we found on the ship today." Ace grins when Izou shoots him an unamused look. The other commander takes a seat at their table nonetheless. Nami sits on the other side of Luffy, and most of the rest of the Straw Hats settle on the other side of the table. Their eyes all gravitate towards Luffy every other moment, even as they take in the sight of the huge galley of the Moby Dick. Ace is glad that his little brother has such a good crew looking out for him. Marco, Thatch, and Izou are on Ace's other side. Despite the fact that no one else has come to sit at the table, Ace isn't naïve enough to think they aren't listening. He rolls his eyes inwardly.
Three of the chefs start wheeling out long carts of food. They deposit massive platters of food on the table, most all of them centered around Ace, who grins. The moment the food's set out, Luffy quits staring around and instead concentrates on pushing as much food into his mouth as he can. Everyone else starts eating too, but at a much more sedate pace.
"So it's a lifetime habit," Robin notes with amused eyes.
That's when Luffy reaches to punch Ace.
"Calm down, Lu." Ace catches one of his brother's hands. "No one's going to try to take your food."
"Did you two fight over food a lot?" Brook asks.
"Dinner was generally a free-for-all at our 'home.'" Ace's nearly sarcastic emphasis on 'home' makes almost all of them blink. "But, if we fought over food like we did back then, Luffy wouldn't get any. So I'm going to try and hold myself back a bit."
Ace's crewmates are torn between laughter and shock, and the faces they make are funny enough to make Ace chuckle.
"I gotta see this," Thatch says.
"I can control myself."
Luffy just stares distrustfully at him.
Ace rolls his eyes. "No, this is not a trick. I won't take your food. Here." He moves two of his meat shanks to Luffy's plate. "See? I'm serious."
Instead of calming Luffy, it seems to set him off balance further.
"Ace, are you sick? You're being really nice." Luffy's face is borderline disturbed.
There's a small pause before laughter erupts all over the table.
"What the hell were you like when you were younger?" Thatch asks, chuckling.
Ace hedges. "I wasn't the nicest person as a kid."
"You weren't the nicest person when you joined the crew." Marco snorts, and the other two commanders laugh in agreement.
"Believe it or not, but I was worse back then." They really have no idea, Ace thinks to himself.
Marco blinks.
"Seriously?" Thatch asks dubiously.
"I was incredibly cruel and violent." His hand rests on Luffy's dark hair. His younger brother starts eating again. As no one challenges or even touches his grabby hands, Luffy calms down and focuses entirely on shoving as much food as possible into his mouth.
"That's a little hard to picture," Nami says bluntly.
"You're probably the politest pirate I've ever met," Usopp adds in before pausing. "Aside from Brook."
The musician in question laughs merrily. "I am from a different time; that's truly all there is to it. Though your opinion does me great kindness."
"I'm not lying when I say I am drastically different," Ace says to Usopp. "I was really mean to Luffy."
"Everyone's mean to their younger siblings." Nami waves her hand dismissively. "My sister was pretty rude as a kid, always hiding my things and calling me names. It's kid stuff."
And maybe it's because of that comparison. Maybe that's why Ace feels the need to speak up. Because it wasn't all just childish competition and selfishness. It was also his hateful, nihilistic point of view. There was a time where Ace didn't care if Luffy lived or died, and that is something he can never seem to forget or let go. Agreeing with Nami would be a betrayal of all the things he's done, and the difference between him and his younger self.
"I tried to kill Luffy twice when we first met," he admits quietly, eyes distant. There's a short beat of silence before everyone reacts with shock.
"Wh—what?!"
"Are you serious?!" Usopp asks, expression extremely exaggerated.
"I wouldn't lie about something like that," Ace says.
"But— you—" Nami starts and stops a few times.
"Why would you do that?!" Izou finally demands.
"He was annoying." Ace shrugs, uncomfortable both with himself and their stares. "I didn't respect life as a child."
And even now he isn't able to tell the whole story.
Ace was eight when he first killed someone. It wasn't on purpose. But there was a bar fight he started, one among dozens, after someone told him their opinions on what it would be like if Rogers had a son. Ace's swing was too strong, and the angle was wrong. After the fact, someone's brain was on the ground. And Ace realized people died (just like his mother he kills people just like he killed his mother—). Ace figured that if his own life didn't matter, then other lives could mean nothing too. He was pretty messed up as a kid...
"How old were you when Luffy and you met?" Marco asks.
"I was ten."
"That's really... harsh," Thatch manages eventually.
Ace sighs. "I wasn't kidding when I said I wasn't a good person back then."
"Shut up!" Luffy shouts, drawing more eyes to their table and conversation.
"Luffy..." Ace trails off, guilt clear in his eyes.
"Ace is good," Luffy asserts.
"I know," Ace says lightly. "I didn't do good things though, I was bad then because I hurt you." It appears like Luffy sees through his placation.
"You're good!" Luffy shouts again, before continuing on, quieter. "You were just lonely. And that hurts. So it's okay."
Ace's eyes widen, and then almost overflow with emotion. He grabs his little brother and pulls him into a hug on his lap.
"I almost forgot. You said that so long ago... being lonely is more painful than getting hurt, didn't you?" he says quietly.
Luffy nods firmly. "Exactly. And then you weren't as lonely, so it hurt less, and you were nicer. But it's okay. And now you aren't lonely at all, so I guess that's why you're so nice now."
Everyone at the table stares with quiet amazement, but Ace doesn't care he just tries to put the strength of his emotions into Luffy's small body through a hug, the way he was too proud and confused and reluctant to when he was ten.
"Your brother is adorable," Izou utters when Ace pulls back some.
"Am not," Luffy protests. But as he speaks he settles more against Ace's chest, clearly relishing the familial contact. Which is even cuter.
"Sorry Luffy, but it's the truth." Nami winks.
Ace won't mess with his brother anymore, but it really is.
After a very enlightening dinner, Luffy immediately challenges Ace to a fight.
Marco watches with no small amount of amusement as Ace teases his very young brother.
"Why should I? I could beat you down no problem when we were both young, now it wouldn't even be fair." Though Ace's words are of course true, the condescending playful tone belies the truth that he knows exactly what he's doing to Luffy.
"Nu-uh! I bet I can beat you when I'm older and stuff. And even now I'm super strong! My fist is like a pistol!" Luffy asserts.
"A water pistol." Ace smirks, before dodging a clumsy punch that the elder was clearly expecting.
Marco shakes his head and settles against the banister of the ship to watch with Izou and most of the Straw Hats, Thatch having reluctantly joined the galley staff to clean the dishes since he didn't help them cook lunch or breakfast. All of them are enjoying seeing the two brothers play around like this. The last time they'd been together had been under circumstances so dire that Marco almost feels his throat closing up at the thought of them. He shakes himself before nausea can set in; it's a practiced gesture. After all this time, he's getting better at coping. (Sadly, it isn't that he's overcoming the frankly traumatizing war, but rather that he's become so good at distracting himself...)
Thankfully, Ace and Luffy provide a prime distraction. Even the other men on deck who are managing the sails glance over repeatedly to watch the exposition of lightheartedness.
Ace dips around his brother and pulls his cheek, stretching the rubber out beyond natural limits. Luffy lashes out, but the movements are so slow compared to the swift motions of the older brother, and Ace easily side-steps.
Blatantly smirking, Ace proceeds to do it a few more times, laughing all the while as Luffy gets angier and angrier.
"Leave me alone!" Luffy eventually shouts, petulant.
"Huh? I thought you were so strong you could beat me up," Ace teases.
"Shut up!" Luffy retorts. Many of the Straw Hats are smiling softly and widely.
Watching Ace wind up the seven-year-old is pretty funny. Marco gets the feeling that these are arguments the two had in their childhood regularly, and the insight is an interesting one.
"It's hard when you're weak," Ace says lightly.
"Am not! My fist is like a bullet!"
"You can't even aim straight." Ace ducks around the wide punch and pulls his brother's cheek again. "I told you rubber's a silly power."
"Is not!" Luffy protests. "Tell him, Sabo! It's much stronger already, and soon I'll—"
Luffy screeches to a halt, and Ace's face has gone as white as a sheet. Ace lets go of his brother's cheek and it snaps back too loudly. The sudden silence is jarring.
Luffy's face screws up, and it's evident to everyone that the boy is trying to stop himself from crying. Water hovers on the edge of his eyes, and his lips are pressed so tightly together not a sound can escape. Marco, like many others, is incredibly bewildered.
"What happened?" Nami asks with concern.
Izou's brow furrows as he looks at the second commander. "Are you alright?"
Ace pays no mind to his words. Instead, he stares at his younger brother, blank with upset and sadness. The only sound for the longest time is Luffy's suppressed whimpers.
"What's with the tears, Luffy-bro?" Franky asks.
"I— I'm n-not crying." Luffy sniffs. "Men don't cry."
The Straw Hats blink, evidently never having heard Luffy ever say that before.
"Luffy, it's okay to cry," Ace says, slowly regaining himself. He kneels beside the younger brother and tentatively puts his hand on Luffy's shoulder.
"But you said men—"
"I was messing with you."
"That's not nice." Luffy frowns and sighs. "Sabo was so nice."
"Yes." Ace looks incredibly weary suddenly. He assumes a determined expression and turns his brother to face him.
"Luffy, how long ago was the fire?"
What fire, Marco wonders.
Luffy seems to understand perfectly if the increase of water on his eyelids is anything to go by.
"It was a week ago."
Ace jerks back like he's been punched.
"A—a week ago?!"
Shockingly, Ace looks about ready to cry too. Instead, he just grabs his brother for a tight hug and starts carding a hand through his hair.
"Luffy. Luffy, are you okay? I— I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was so soon for you, I should've asked, I should've realized—" the second commander rambles for a moment.
"It's fine. I'm okay," Luffy lies unconvincingly. "I'm not crying, see, I'm a man."
"Luffy, I already told you that what I said was a lie."
"Oh." Luffy reaches forward and touches Ace's face which has a single tear running down it.
"I believe you," Luffy says, and then thick, fat tears spill from Luffy's eyes, revealing the boy's true upset.
"I'm sorry," Ace utters quietly, clutching him tightly against his chest.
They stay like that for a long moment before Ace seems to realize where they are. He makes brief eye-contact with Marco and a few of his crewmembers before looking away.
"We should go lie down for a bit. I think I feel a fit of narcolepsy coming on," Ace murmurs before walking to the lower deck, Luffy still in his grasp.
Any of the levity the two brothers' created through their spar has leadened in the air, drowned by worry and uncertainty.
"What happened?" Usopp utters, summing up the entire situation incredibly well.
Nami's expression is tense. "Should we—"
"Let's give them some space," Marco decides. Izou nods, though he doesn't look remotely happy with his decision. The Straw Hats are clearly on the same page. Without their captain, the small crew seems to pull into themselves, creating a tight-knit of people. Zoro, Brook, Nami, Usopp, and Chopper are all discussing the issue too quietly for Marco to hear, with Robin and Franky adding a bit here and there. Their unity is nice to see in this sudden moment of unpleasantness. Of course, that closeness was likely bred from the trauma at Marine Ford.
Looking at his own crew, Marco sees the same phenomena.
Marco wonders if the effects of that battle will ever truly fade.
Ace enters his cabin quickly and shuts the door behind him, as though to create a barrier between the rest of the world and Luffy and him. Because Ace feels raw, raw in a way he hasn't felt in a long time. The war of Marine Ford was destructive and so, so pointless. The loss of his father still hurts. But Sabo, Sabo was a loss he thought he had surpassed. To have his thin plasters ripped off so suddenly leaves him unpleasantly bare. Ace just wasn't expecting to hear Luffy say that. The pair of them became masters at avoiding that painful, painful name. Even Ace's mind learned to circumvent their brother when reminders came up. He was utterly blindsided by the sudden blatant mention.
But it isn't time for him to be breaking down, not when Luffy finally seems to be letting all of these emotions out.
Carefully, Ace deposits his younger brother on the bed and covers him with the red blanket. Luffy curls up, but never loses his grip on Ace's arm. That ekes a wan smile from the older brother. Luffy really was incredibly clingy at this age. After kicking off his boots, Ace allows himself to rest beside his brother as all the snot and tears and sadness come pouring out.
To hear that Luffy lost Sabo so recently is painful. They found out about Sabo a day after the fire, and Ace spent the next three subsequent days tied to a tree. Meanwhile, Luffy was in full mourning mode, emotionally a mess, and not even eating, according to Dogra. Luffy and he had their very important talk on the fifth day. If Luffy said it was a week, he's only had two days to regain equilibrium after everything that happened. No wonder he forgot.
It took them a month or two to stop calling out to their brother who wasn't there anymore.
It's close to dusk already, so when Luffy's sniffles pitter out into light snores, Ace isn't surprised. Sleep eludes the older brother though, and he can't help but dwell on thoughts about Sabo for a little longer. Ace never forgot Sabo, not ever. The tattoo on his arm is proof of that. But he never realized how much he avoided thinking about him. A mix of ambivalent emotion rises up within him that he finds himself seriously ill-equipped to deal with.
Ace takes a deep breath and lets out a long sigh. As ever, when he was similarly conflicted about Sabo as a child, his eyes find his silly little brother, snoring away in the dark. Even through their dangerous childhood, through their abusive grandfather, through a war— Luffy is still safe and Luffy is still Luffy. Ace is as imperfect as a person can get, but he takes some solace that he hasn't messed up so badly that his brother lost the two things most key. Seeing him so tiny gives Ace a simultaneous realization about how much Luffy has changed and how much he has really stayed the same. Somehow, it's both to a very extreme degree. Luffy never does do things in a logical way. With another sigh, more exasperated than anything, Ace lets his mind start to drift into unconsciousness.
Ace is woken by the sound of knocks on his door. His eyes slowly open and he finds himself looking at the peculiar sight of his little brother in the bed next to him— peculiar because his little brother is especially little at the moment. It hits him a couple seconds later. Then he finds himself sighing.
"Ace?" It's Izou. "Are you awake?"
Ace sits up slowly.
"Yeah, I'm awake. I'll be right out."
"Good. We have some updates on the revolutionaries. Check in with Marco, I'm leading a supply run."
Ace rouses himself more from that. Footsteps move away from the door before Ace can ask exactly what's going with the revolutionaries, so he instead focuses on shaking his brother awake. Looking out the window, he sees the sun is about to rise. He's impressed Luffy is still asleep. They must have gotten almost twelve hours in last night. Then again, Luffy tends to wear out from over-exerting himself mentally or emotionally more than physically.
Luffy stirs and rubs his eyes. Upon seeing Ace, he smiles.
"Hi, big-Ace!"
"Don't call me that," Ace says.
"M'kay." Luffy puts his too-large hat on. "What's for breakfast? Can we have bear?"
Ace smiles and tugs on his boots. "Neither of us is cooking or hunting this morning. We have a cook on the ship, remember, Thatch? You met him yesterday."
"Right, the pompadour man! He makes breakfast for you every day? That's so cool!" Luffy exclaims. "Can he make bear and alligator?"
Ace shakes his head as the two walk out of Ace's cabin.
"Probably not, but I'm sure there's bacon, sausage, octopus, maybe some eel and tuna."
Luffy starts walking faster. "That works!"
Ace laughs.
They pass by some of Ace's crewmates as they make their way to the galley. Luffy attracts some stares of disbelief and surprise, but no real confusion, so Ace trusts the story has been well-circulated. Most say 'hello,' and he gets a couple deferential head tilts as they go. It reminds Ace that he still has to keep on top of his work-load even if Luffy is here. Whitebeard may be gone, but his presence in the water is by no means similarly absent. As such, Ace has been putting in extra hours and effort to make sure that his division more efficient and powerful than ever before to deserve the title of being a part of the strongest crew on the Grand Line.
Plus, he also tries to ease the burden placed on Marco. As a captain stepping into the literal shoes of a giant, Ace can only imagine the pressure on him. Thankfully, all of the division leaders have pulled together to help Marco out so the strain isn't too terrible. Personally, Ace thinks the shift has been pretty smooth all things considered.
Upon entering the galley, Ace has no difficulty finding Luffy's crew. They've all set up against the back wall, with many of their eyes trained on Ace and Luffy the moment they enter. Marco's sitting there as well, so Ace heads right over.
Luffy's crew greets him loudly and warmly. Luffy soaks up the attention like a sponge but doesn't stray that far from Ace's side. Ace supposes the completely bewildering situation has Luffy clinging to the bit of familiarity he has. Ace doesn't mind, though he does hope they'll be able to sort this out sooner rather than later.
There's already food set out, so Luffy sits right down and proceeds to stuff his face.
"Good morning. Izou told me there was news about the revolutionaries?" Ace asks as he starts putting food on his plate.
"They finally responded with a Den Den Mushi," Nami tells him as she sips some green tea. She may be speaking to Ace but her eyes are trained on Luffy. "Iva should be here sometime today to see if he can reverse what happened to Luffy."
Ace exhales. "That's a relief."
"For a moment I thought this might be a long-term issue. I don't mind hosting you all for a bit, but I think we all have places we'd rather be exploring," Marco says.
"Exploring?!" Luffy asks through a mouth of octopus and bacon.
"Don't get any ideas," Zoro says. "We're not taking you ashore anywhere."
"What?! Zoro's mean!" Luffy shouts.
Sanji laughs, and when Zoro sneers and glares at the blond. It just makes the chef chuckle more.
"We aren't close to an island right now, Luffy," Robin interjects calmly.
"Oh. That sucks." Luffy sighs. A small metal hand pats Luffy's head. Ace almost starts when he sees it's extended from a small opening in Franky's actual huge palm.
"Once you're back to normal, we'll find the most amazing island ever. The enemies will be so fierce that even I, the masterful Usopp, will almost strain from the effort of beating them. I'll protect you though, so don't worry." Usopp's voice has the unique quality of always seeming to be declarative even when the volume is low and tone light.
"I don't need you to protect me!" Luffy says. "I'm really strong!"
"Yes, you are." Brook smiles. "Very much so."
Usopp thumps his chest. "I'm strongest on board though! Did I ever tell you about the time I fought the cannibalistic shirt of, uh, Closet Island?"
"What? Really?!" Luffy asks.
Usopp goes on to tell the ridiculous saga of Closet Island and explores the complex world of man v. clothes. Ace tunes him out but does notice a conspicuous absence from the regular pattern of his brash storytelling.
"Where's Chopper?" Ace asks. Everyone else is present, but he missed the presence of the small doctor.
"Chopper's arranging all his research right now for when Iva comes. He's got some questions to ask about the hormone therapy for future incidents. Because of course there'll be more." Nami sighs.
Ace can't help but think Chopper's got the right idea.
"…As the shoelaces were tightening around my neck, I almost thought it was too late, but sure enough, I had my handy hot-sauce nearby and melted it right off!"
"Wow! Hey, Nami, can we go to Closet Island?" Luffy asks.
Nami snorts. "Not likely unless we find the Sea of Lies and Delusion first."
Luffy tilts his head. "Is that far?"
Franky laughs heartily at that.
"Almost impossible for you to find, Luffy-bro."
Luffy immediately starts to complain and protest, but Ace thinks Franky hit it on the head.
"Though Closet Island may not be as accessible, I'm certain we'll discover islands as, if not more, interesting than Closet Island once we set off again," Brook assures him.
"I can't wait!" Luffy shifts in his seat. "Hey, when are those people gonna come again?"
Marco says, "Sometime today. They're coming from the west though, so you can keep an eye out if you want."
"Let's go, Ace!" Luffy says as he stands and starts insistently pulling Ace towards the door. All he really manages to do is stretch his own arm out, but Ace obliges him and walks out with him. He does grab a couple more meat-shanks before leaving though.
Ace hears shuffling as the Straw Hats follow after.
Luffy leads them out the side-doors and onto the main deck. He looks left, then right, then at Ace.
Ace chuckles and pulls him to the port side of the ship so they can look out at the water. Luffy runs up to the banister and starts jumping onto the edge. The Straw Hats follow along and most of them settle against the wood, complacent to merely be near their captain.
"You're pretty eager," Ace says as he quickly finishes of the meat shanks. He's keeping a careful eye on his brother's precarious balance.
"I have to see those revolution people before I can go on an adventure again. And I really want to adventure."
Franky cracks a smile. "Well, I better make sure the Sunny's in tip-top shape so we can set sail right away!"
Luffy gives a cheer as they cyborg walks back to the Thousand Sunny which is astride the Moby Dick on the starboard of the ship.
"Do excuse me," Brook says, following Franky.
The other Straw Hats stay right where they are, gazes on Luffy whose eyes are focused on the sea. He looks very pensive, surprisingly. Ace wants to use this down moment to catch up on some paperwork and check in with some of his crewmates, but he also doesn't want to leave his little brother on the edge of the ship like this. The choice is made for him when Luffy tilts forward a bit and is immediately corrected by Zoro, who doesn't even open his eyes from his meditative stance.
Ace huffs a small breath and he excuses himself to take care of some work. He heads to the main office to see what's in his box for notices and memos. They are one organized, bureaucratic ship, he thinks. A long time ago, before Whitebeard because as famous as he now is today, one of his crew members was an ex-bureaucrat from the Government. His meticulous methods of organization were used when Whitebeard began expanding and have stuck ever since.
Ace takes out the papers from his box and settles at one of the desks. They don't have assigned places, so he just takes the one closest to the window to keep an eye on his brother, who hasn't moved positions.
He's just finished writing a missive when he hears a violin. Ace looks out the window to see Brook swaying as he plays a cheerful pirate tune.
Ace grins and finishes signing his name on the last few papers and puts them in Marco's box before heading out the door. Some of his own crewmates seem a little surprised by the suddenness of the song, but most are smiling as they continue working to maintain the deck and sails.
Ace sees Sanji twirl back onto the ship from the Thousand Sunny with a silver platter. He hands a book to Robin and a plate with a parfait to Nami.
Zoro says something Ace can't hear. Ace blinks, and then Sanji and Zoro are fighting.
Ace chuckles and starts speaking with some of his crewmates to check in with them. Most of the conversations he has end up being redirected to him and Luffy. Eventually, he gives up on having productive meetings and instead heads back over to Luffy, who divides his attention between keeping his eyes on the horizon and watching his crewmates with curiosity. Ace carefully steps between Nami and Zoro before taking a seat beside Luffy on the banister.
He hears some sarcastic remarks to not fall in, which Ace blows off.
"Your crew is pretty impressive, huh?" Ace asks Luffy quietly.
His little brother nods his head.
"Yeah, they are." Luffy smiles and laughs.
If Luffy was turned the other way, he might notice that no face on his crew is without at least a hint of a smile.
A handful of Ace's crewmates, including Thatch, come over and join the group to discuss their adventures and different interests. Ace is pleased to find out everyone gets along pretty well.
Luffy interrupts about nine different conversations when he asks,
"What're resolute-canaries?"
Laughter springs up.
"Revolutionaries," Nami corrects.
Luffy agrees. "Right. Them."
"Revolutionaries are a group of rebels who have risen up to oppose the World Government and the nobles," Robin says.
"Oh." Luffy pauses. He starts again, voice solemn. "Like the Tenryuubito."
His words earn him some curious looks from his crew, but Ace is the only one who really gets why Luffy knows about them and to what effect.
"Yes, like the Tenryuubito and other nobles," Ace says, pushing a level of calm into his voice. Luffy's expression seems linked to Ace's tone the way he relaxes. Considering how much Ace used to rant about the nobles, the Tenryuubito, and the government to Luffy, it's no wonder he was a bit on edge. Ace nudges his brother's shoulder to prove that he really is calm about this.
"The main goal of the Revolutionaries is opposition against the World Government for allowing the nobles free-reign." Robin finishes the explanation.
Luffy nods. "Ace talks about the nobles and the government people a lot. You call 'em cunt-sucking horse-fucking sons of bitches."
Ace blinks at the sudden reminder and then buries his face in his hands to wait for everyone else to stop staring.
"You said what?!" Thatch asks, torn between shock and delight.
Ace looks up and glares. "I swore a lot when I was ten!"
"What else did he say?" Gerrit, Ace's definitely not-favorite crewmember right now, asks.
"Well, he calls nobles—"
Ace puts his hand over his brother's mouth. "Thaaaaat's enough, Luffy."
Luffy just pushes it away, glare on his face.
"I don't wanna stop. I'm still angry at you because you never explained what a carpet muncher was, even though you promised!"
"Holy shit," Thatch utters.
"How the hell does a ten-year-old know something like carpet munching?!" Samson, one of the Whitebeard navigators, asks. More people are gathered on the edges now, laughing and staring with surprise in equal measure.
"I was eleven," Ace corrects petulantly.
His words earn him a round of deadpan stares.
Ace goes on, "I spent a lot of time around bars, alright?!"
"You were a bad influence!" Thatch says, voice more incredulous than accusing.
"It didn't do any long-term damage, did it?" Ace defends.
"Somehow…" Gerrit mutters.
"Besides, I don't speak like that anymore, do I?" Ace asks.
"No, you don't." Thatch smirks.
"We're just surprised by your… repertoire as a child," Brook puts forward.
"It pissed our shitty grandfather off." Ace shrugs. "It was worth learning."
"Your grandfather?" Thatch asks. "Was he a hardass or something?"
Ace hides a wince from the mere mention. He's going to sluff the comment off when he hears the Straw Hats making a small din.
"Was Garp the Fist a hardass," Nami asks. "Gee, I wonder." Ace almost forgot they had a run in at Water 7 he was blessedly absent for.
"Wait, Garp the Fist?! The vice-admiral?!" Gerrit's eyes look ready to burst from his head.
"Jiji's scary." Luffy shivers.
"Shh, it's alright, Lu," Ace says, even though he looks perturbed.
Thatch's mouth opens. "At the executioner's platform…"
Now Ace flinches. He's not surprised no one understood that he and Garp had the lengthy history that they do. He knows that they also won't understand the measure of comfort and bitterness his grandfather's presence granted him even as he stared death in the face.
"Execution?" Luffy asks.
Any and all further questions freeze before anyone can ask them. There's no way to explain a good reason for Ace being at or near an executioner's platform. Even as a seven-year-old, Luffy knows that.
Ace is beginning to assemble a fib so stupid it's on par with his brother's typical lies when Johnson at the bird-nest interrupts.
"Sail ho!"
All of them turn their eyes back to the horizon to see the small, colorful approaching ship.
"Is that them? Is it the Eva person?" Luffy asks.
"That's Ivankov's ship," Sanji answers, tone strained.
Ace really wants to figure out the story behind Sanji's slight trembling and dread, but the impending arrival is more important now. When Luffy's back to normal, Ace will ask his brother so they can both laugh about what Ace is certain will be an entertaining story.
"Prepare to be boarded," Marco announces as he exits the main cabin. 'Ayes' ring out from every section of the deck. Ace figures he's probably on Luffy-duty though, so he grabs his pipsqueak brother by the stomach and pulls him off the banister, ignoring the complaints and weak punches as he does. Chopper exits the Sunny with his arms full of papers as he jogs up to Ace and Luffy.
The unquestionably gaudy ship approaches and the younger brother's protests fade in favor of blatant staring as the large, equally gaudy head of Emperio Ivankov comes into view.
Luffy's eyes grow wider and wider as Ivankov's head gets bigger and bigger on approach. By the time Ivankov is close enough to board, Luffy's jaw is on the deck.
"So big! She's so cool!" Luffy rambles.
Ivankov dismounts from his ship in a single leap and lands dramatically on the Moby Dick.
"Vi am a male!" Ivankov declares. He then blinks as his eyes land on Luffy. "Mugiwara-boy. You really are a boy now, hmm?"
Ivankov walks around Luffy curiously and Luffy stares back with just as much fascination.
"What happened to him?" Zoro pushes forward from the small crowd.
"I suppose I nailed him with some hormones," Ivankov coughs. "Vi have the most wretched head cold. With all the sneezing and coughing, Vi must have gotten him by accident. It happens."
"No shit!" a chorus of crewmembers from Ivankov's ship shout.
Ace supposes that explains why Ivankov's crew looks even more peculiar than usual, many looking uncommonly busty, tall, hairy or any combination of the three.
"Is there anything you can do?" Nami asks.
"No."
"But he is stable, correct?" Chopper asks. "This particular cocktail, well, I was worried. Its effects are a little extreme to alter a mental state as well as physical. I wanted to make sure everything was alright. Because I was checking the chemicals and found—"
Ivankov scoffs. "It's fine."
There's a beat.
Usopp sighs. "Well, that was a waste."
"Like Dadan!" Luffy exclaims suddenly. "He's like Dadan!"
Ace looks at Ivankov for a moment before choking with laughter.
"Ace, you get it, right? 'Cause Dadan looks like a really ugly man but she's a girl, and Ivankov looks like a—"
"Shh, I get it, Luffy," Ace says, carefully sliding between the okama-queen and Luffy.
Ivankov's large eyes are narrow. "What were you saying, Mugiwara-boy?"
"I—" Luffy starts.
Ace covers it with a loud laugh as he subtly tugs his brother away from the angry okama. "He doesn't know. Luffy couldn't speak all that well at this age."
Ivankov sniffs but relents. "Very well. If that's all, Vi must depart. Dragon is expecting—"
Ivankov suddenly gives a huge sneeze. In the violence of the action, his arm shoots forward and nails Ace in the shoulder.
There's a long silence. The sound of Ivankov removing his extended fingernails is like a gunshot.
"Apologies." Ivankov blows his nose on a lacy handkerchief.
"Someone tell me that didn't just happen," Ace begs even as he feels the throb of a mild stab wound.
No one indulges him. Instead, Marco steps forward and pins Ivankov with a piercing look.
"What did you just inject him with?" Marco presses.
"Not your gender changing hormones, I hope," Sanji says.
All of them wince.
"Well, at least Ace would have to wear a shirt then," Gerrit murmurs.
"Doubt he would." Thatch snorts.
There's a half-beat of silence.
"That might not be so ba—"
"Get your heads out of the gutter!" Marco says. Ace stares at all of them darkly, promising to beat them black and blue the next time they spar.
Ivankov sniffs the ends of his fingernails. Ace gulps as he waits for the verdict.
"No, it's the same thing Vi used on Straw Hat. Vi was examining it before we arrived to see if Vi could find an easy reversal hormone."
"You're kidding?!" Ace exclaims. That really isn't much better than the sex-changing injection…
"Can't you reverse it?" Thatch asks.
"Yeah, give me some like aging pheromones or something!" Ace says.
"And overload your body?!" Ivankov demands. "Certainly not! Vi have more class than that!"
Sanji is the only one with the gumption to snort, and he receives roundhouse kick in the gut for his trouble.
Ivankov ignores Sanji's low whine from a pile of wood by the rail that used to be barrels as he continues, "Even if Vi could, there would be no way of making sure you got back to the same age. Vi might overshoot by a few decades, and unlike youth, it doesn't spring back nearly as elastically."
Ace shivers at the thought. "Never mind then."
"If that's all, then we shall depart. Dragon won't wait." Ivankov gives the Straw Hats winks and fake kisses before returning to his ship and quickly setting off.
There's a silence left after Ivankov's departure. Naturally, Luffy doesn't sense the tension, so he just breaks it.
"Ace, Ace, does this mean you're gonna be small again too?" Luffy asks eagerly.
Ace makes a small sound of pain, disbelief, and exasperation. He then takes a deep breath in and out.
"I guess so…"
"I'm— I'm going to get you a pair of my pants. That way you won't have to… Yes. I'll be right back." Chopper hastily goes to the Thousand Sunny.
Ace doesn't bother asking, instead, he looks around at his other crewmates.
"This is seriously happening, isn't it?" Ace sighs.
"Seems so," Thatch says, managing to look sympathetic. "Sorry."
Chopper returns with a tiny pair of shorts and everyone stares at him dubiously.
"I'm a scientist," he says before handing them to Ace. "They'll change with your size, believe me."
Ace pulls against the dark red fabric, and the shorts shift appropriately. With a gusty sigh, he goes to his cabin to change. He divests and looks uncertainly at Chopper's clothes. He tentatively starts pulling them on and is pleasantly surprised by how they reform easily around his body.
Ace finally emerges back on deck. He's not entirely comfortable in the red shorts, but at least they fit. Strangely enough, instead of being skin tight, they seem almost as loose on Ace as his previous shorts, making everyone stare and compliment Chopper who immediately sluffs them off with insults and a bashful smile.
"I can't wait to see Ace again!" Luffy chirps. "My Ace, I mean. This Ace is awesome, and so cool, and so nice and everything. But." He hums to himself in excitement.
"Alright, Lu, get over here." Ace gestures to his little brother.
"What? What?" Luffy asks with an eager smile as he trots up to his brother.
Ace kneels down and looks at him sternly. "Don't let me walk all over you, alright?"
"Ace doesn't do that!" Luffy pauses. "Well, he does sometimes. But it isn't really bad."
"You are too nice." Ace rubs Luffy's hair, making the younger brother smile.
"Stop worrying, I'm sure it won't be too terrible," Marco assures.
"Besides now we get to see what you were like as a brat." Thatch grins.
Ace's eyes widen. "Oh shit. Please, don't take anything I say seriously, and keep any metal pipes away from me, I— urgh!"
Steam is rising from his skin, and Ace feels a sharp pain in his body. He quickly pushes Luffy away from him as the steam pours out faster and faster until it's thick as smoke. The last thing Ace sees are the blurred shapes of his family's faces behind a cloud of smoke.
Marco grits his teeth as Ace is covered by smoke. Just because they have Luffy as proof that it isn't a life-threatening process doesn't mean it isn't at least a little nerve-wracking. Marco is careful to keep his expression as calm as possible for the rest of the crew. It isn't that Marco doesn't understand. A lot of blood, sweat, and tears went into saving Ace from the claws of the Government. If something atrocious happened to him in front of their very eyes, well…
Thankfully, there's really no reason to freak out.
As the steam and smoke clear, they see a small, dazed-looking ten-year-old sitting on the deck, staring at everyone with an utterly bewildered look on his face. There's no question about who it is. Not only are the features similar, but the spread of freckles is identical. In Marco's opinion, the freckles seem only more fitting on his childish, somewhat cherubic face.
Ace stares at them blankly for a long time, looking vulnerable and lost.
A couple Whitebeard pirates step forward, Marco included. That earns them a reaction.
Ace immediately jumps to his feet, unsteady as he is, and pulls his fists up. Everyone stops where they are.
Marco makes a short gesture and everyone stops moving. It's not too hard to understand how startling this is for Ace. What is surprising is the way Ace is scanning them. It's an assessing look Marco is familiar with. It means Ace is trying to figure out what order he should take them out.
Thatch huffs a small laugh, clearly recognizing it for what it is, but Marco is more intent on calming their now-young commander down. Before he can say anything, Luffy is running over the deck.
"Ace!" Luffy flings himself at the other boy. Seemingly reflexively, Ace blocks the hug, holding Luffy away from him.
"L—Luffy?!" Ace exclaims. His voice is much higher than before.
"I'm glad to see you! There was this older you who was really nice and I liked him but you're my Ace so I'm happy you're here now and—"
"Shut up!" Ace snaps. His eyes dart around the ship. "Where the hell are we?"
"These people are cool! They're our crewmembers from the future!" Luffy beams.
Ace turns his gaze away from Luffy and slowly moves in front of the younger brother.
"Why did you take us?! Where the hell are we?! And who the fuck are you assholes supposed to be?!" Ace demands.
"Oh my god, he wasn't kidding," Thatch utters in surprise.
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I hope y'all like this. It's been a work in progress for two years.
The next chapter will be like next week.