Slavery For Life

Chapter One: Fly Away

Summary: Ace has been a slave for only eight months and just wants to get away. Though he had his memories erased, Ace knew he had a great life before he was captured. On the day he's ready to runaway, a young lord comes and buys him out of slavery. But he looks so familiar. Have they met before?
Pairing: AceLuffy, ZoroRobin. Very small ShuraiyaLuffy and ShuraiyaAce. Traces of BlackbeardAce. (Shudders at last one)

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There are others in this world that you can't stand... then there are others who you REALLY cant stand...
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Ace seriously hated his life right now. He just wanted to fly away. Fly away as far possible. The young man sighed heavily as he carried a tray with food on it into the living room. Portgas D. Ace was a man of twenty years with a strong built body, a freckled childish face, and a very polite manner. Upon his upper left arm was a tattoo that read ASCE; the S crossed out with a X. Ace would usually wear no shirt, showing this tattoo and another that was upon his back. The one on his back was a sign of a skull with a symbol behind it; the skull having a giant white beard. But ever since he was 'captured', he was forced to wear a black and white maids costume. The outfit was cut and frilly at the knees; a small little pouch laid at the waist area. With a black bow in his mysterious black hair and a scowl on his face, Ace entered the living room. The living room was huge; white marble pillars held up the ceiling as pitch black furniture lazily sat scattered across the area. Gray curtains hung from odd shaped windows, the sun hardly entering the giant room. There, in the very middle of the room, sat Ace's current master, Marshall D. Teach. Aka Blackbeard. Teach slightly turned his head to see Ace standing there, a grin overcame on his face.

"You're drink is ready."

"Zehaha! Come, my little pet!" Teach motioned his maid to come closer, Ace unwittingly following the order. Teach picked up the wine glass and sipped the red drink. "Ah, such fine wine. Ace! Have a drink with me!"

"No thank you, Master." The door bell rang. "I'll get it." As Ace walked away, he could feel Teach grab his ass. Ace had to bite down on his tongue to suppress a string of foul profanities. 'Fuckin old pervert...' Ace opened the door and gave a slight bow. "Welcome to the home of Marshall D. Teach. Please, come in." A tall, slender man walked in, not even acknowledging Ace. Ace reconigzed this man as Lafitte, a close friend of Teach. Just behind Lafitte was Van Auger, another close friend. Both entered the house, staring at Ace. "He's in the living room..."

"Thanks." Auger replied halfheartedly. Ace rolled his eyes and quietly shut the door. As he did, he imagined the day he would walk through those door to his freedom; to his old life. But Ace didn't know what his old life was like. Most of the time, when you were captured to be a slave, the master usually erases all your memories; hoping it would help their slaves become more loyal. But Ace was smart, he knew he didn't belong here, in this hell hole. Before Ace could head upstairs and get away from his master, Teach called him for a round of drinks. Ace let out a long sigh as he headed down to the wine cellar...

"So how's Ace-san doing?" Lafitte asked while he waited for Ace to bring his drink.

"He's good as always. But I've noticed him look at the door and windows more and more often. I think he's planning to runaway..."

"So what are you going to do about that?" Auger asked.

"Well, I'm gonna have ta--"

"Your drinks are ready." Ace said as he quietly entered the room; another tray of drinks in his hand.

"Perfect!" Teach commented. "My Ace boy is very quick at getting the orders ready, are you not, Ace?" Ace answered with a quick glare before serving each guest their drink.

"Quite the costume, Ace. It looks very...nice on you." Ace let out a low growl at Auger's comment. "Teach, would you mind if I had a little fun with Ace sometime?" Something in Ace's mind snapped, for he couldn't hold back his actions anymore. He dropped the empty tray and turned around. His fist connect with Auger's cheek, and sent him flying into the wall. Small cracks formed in the wall at the sudden impact.

"Looks like someone needs some manners." Ace growled dangerously. Teach stood up quickly and dragged Ace out of the living room, a serious look upon his face. "Be lucky I didn't kill you, asshole!" Ace yelled from the hallway. Teach pushed Ace against a window near the door.

"Ace, you know better than to hit a guest and then threaten them. What's gotten into you?"

"What's gotten into me?" Ace asked, his voice a little high. "I'm fuckin sick and tired working for a perverted asshole like you!" Teach glared dangerously before punching Ace, the young mans head cracking the window.

"Do you need to be punished again, Ace?" A flick of disgust, fear and hatred appeared in Ace's eyes as he continued to glare at his master. "Zehaha... What's wrong? Don't like being punished by your master?" The mans voice was filled with seduction. Ace's eyes flickered to the door as he wondered if he would be able to make it the door in a mad dash.

"I'm gonna runaway one day... And there won't anything you can do about it."

"I think you're bluffing."

"Fuck you." Ace punched Teach in the face, a tooth flew from the older ones mouth. But before Ace could even make it half way to the door, Teach got a hold of him by the neck. He punched Ace in the stomach, knocking the wind out of the boy. He then threw Ace into another window by the neck, breaking the window. Ace tried to breath, but no air entered his lungs.

" You're my slave. Don't fuck with me, Ace."

All the noise from the house caught the attention of a young man who was walking by on the sidewalk. The man looked at the huge house before deciding to walk up to the massive black doors. Before Teach could get another punch in, the door bell rang. He threw Ace to the ground, pointing towards the door as he did.

"Answer the door." Ace glared, but did as told; gasping and coughing for air. He opened the door and saw a man around seventeen with a small scar under his left eye. The man wore a blue tank-top and knee level shorts. A straw hat rested on the mans back. Ace stared as he tried to place the young mans face. 'I've seen that face somewhere, but where?' Realizing he was being rude, Ace gave a small bow.

"Welcome to the home of Marshall D. Teach. Please, come in." The young man nodded, staring at the slaves neck.

"Are you okay?" Ace blinked, taken back by the question.

"Excuse me?"

"The redness around your neck, it looks sore. And the bruise upon your cheek. Are you okay?" Ace's hand went to the cheek that had been punched just a minute ago, feeling no pain whatsoever.

"I'm f--"

"Ah, welcome, my guest!" Teach interrupted. "What can I do for you today?" The young man faced Teach, his huge eyes taking one more quick look at Ace who was still in a maids outfit.

"I was wondering if I could buy something from you..."

"Of coarse! And what would you like to buy?" Teach asked curiously. The young mans hand pointed in Ace's direction.

"I would like to buy this young man, your slave."

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*Shudders at the thought of Teach/Ace pairing* Sadly, there will be a little more in the next chapter, but then its out with the pairing! YEAH!!

Anyway, I know I currently have... like 3 stories going, but if I get stuck with Depressed or Brother Complex, I know I can work on this one. How I got this idea? Lets just say I've been reading someone's stories lately... You know who you are! :D

Well, R&R please! Tell what ya think of it so far. Should I add anything? Did I miss details? Just it just flat out suck? Give me your reviews/ thoughts and even flames will be excepted! (All flames go towards getting Ace alive... hopefully a big enough fire will resurrect the handsome pyro prince. :P)