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Of Dreams and Desires
By : animelover6000
Category: +M to R > One Piece
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Title: Of Dreams and Desires

Pairings: Smoker x Ace, Sanji x Zoro, and other side pairings

Ratings: T - NC-17

Chapter: 1 of ?

Summary: “As you all know,” he began, “You all lost a brother yesterday, and I, a son.” He pauses to look back sadly at the body, “Thatch was a good son, loyal and brave. He was the first to make you laugh and the life of the party. It deeply saddens me to see one of my children dead.”

Disclaimer: I do not make any profit from this story. All props go to Eiichiro Oda; if I own One Piece it would have as many sex scenes as fighting scenes.

Author Note: Hello all this is my telling of the One Piece Story and some of what you read will follow the original story line but at other times it will not. This is intentional in order for the story to flow how I need it to. I do have my own OC’s in this story; let me know how you like them and if you can point them out. If you need any clarification on anything please feel free to leave a review and I’ll try to answer to the best of my abilities.

Beta Reader: descriptionsalive21, thank you so much!
Portgas D. Ace
The stench of blood was thick in the air, members of the ship crowd around the entrance of the room hosting the horrible scent. Heavy footsteps make their way down the hall, pausing occasionally before starting again. The thick black boots stop at the door of the room and the remaining crew members inside of the room create a path for the Second Division Commander. The black haired man pulls his hat further down on his head, as if to hide away from the sight. The First Division Commander sandaled feet come into view as he squats down to get a better look of the body. With a sigh he stands and glances at the blood soaked walls. Shaking his head, he addresses the remaining men in the room “Back to your duties; we’ll update you as soon as we know what’s going on.”
The sounds of feet shuffling and men whispering pull the hatted man from his trance, “What do you think happened?”
He runs a pale hand through blond hair as he spins around to get a full view of the murder scene, his gaze ending at the body on the floor, “Seems Thatch was murdered.”
Angry eyes regard the nonchalant blond in front of him, “This…is this some sort of joke to you?”
“Of course not, Thatch was my friend just as much as he was yours. I’m not going to make any assumptions as of yet, not until I know more information.”
A huff is the only response the freckled man gives as the blond steps out of the room. He overhears the command for someone to clean the body and prepare it for the passing ceremony. With one last glance to the body, Ace tips the rim of his hat further down to cover his face. He makes his way towards the Captain quarters; he pauses momentarily once he reaches the door separating him from his father. Ace puts a hand to his chest, clutching it over his heart before taking a deep breath and entering the dimly lit room.
There, in a massive chair, sits one of the world’s most powerful men. Even with all the tubes, oxygen tanks, and IV lines surrounding him, his presence was still magnificent. His sharp yellow eyes pierce into Ace as he drank heavy from his barrel of sake, “Leave us.”
His voice is a whisper as he tells Ace to step closer. Once the nurses had left the room, Ace walks to the window that overlooks the black sea, he watches the moonlight dance brilliant shimmers of light across the water, no words were spoken for a while, both men letting the air settle.
“I take it you’ve heard the news.” A statement, for he knows that he has.
Whitebeard shifts in his chair before running a weary hand down his face. He sighs, “I have,” he pauses to regard Ace as he stares out the window “You will act.” Another statement, for a father knows his son.
A grunt is his only answer. Whitebeard allows the silence for a while as he begins to stroke his mustache, “The passing ceremony is tomorrow, you can leave only after that.”
Ace swipes his finger through some dirt that’d accumulated in the cracks of the window. He stares at his now dirty finger for a while before he turns to walk out of the room. As his hand touches the doorknob Whitebeards voice hit his ears, “You’ll need to let it out, boy, before it kills you.”
As Ace turn the doorknob and pushes the door open, he casts a glance back at his Captain, “No idea what you’re talking about, Old Man.” He leaves after hearing an unsatisfied grunt from inside the room, he steps around the nurses passing by him as they rush to get back into the room and tend to the health of their Captain. Once outside on the main deck, Ace walks over to the side railing and leans his elbows against it. There’s no wind blowing tonight and the sea is deathly still, it’s as if she knew a tragedy had occurred and that she’d be receiving a gift from the ones who sail her waters.
He feels a body slide against his but he didn’t acknowledge whoever it was; instead his vision became fixed on the half-moon in the sky. There was a huff before a painted white hand touches his back, right above his tattoo, “Thatch was a close friend of yours.”
Silence.
“He was the first to befriend you when you came on the ship, even when you were rude and made attempts to murder our Captain.”
More silence.
Izo click his tongue before rubbing his red painted lips together. He moves closer to Ace, his body flush against him, “If you want, I can make you forget for the night.” He moves a hand over Ace’s shoulder blades as he whispers in his ear, “Only for tonight.” As he moves in for a kiss, Ace takes a step back from the rail, his hat casting a shadow over his eyes.
“Not tonight, but thank you, Izo.” Is his polite decline before he swiftly makes his exit from the deck of the ship. He moves as quickly as his feet can take him without running to his room.
Izo folds his arms into his geisha robes as he watches Ace retreat. He feels more so than sees a certain blonde’s presence behind him, “It’s rude to sneak up on people, Marco.”
Black eyes shoot a glare at the First Division Commander leaning on one of the masts. Marco studies Izo for a moment before he speaks, “You shouldn’t throw yourself at him, especially not at a time such as this.”
“What?” He retorts, “As if you wouldn’t.”
Not gracing the question with a response, Marco follows Ace’s tracks into the inner quarters of the ship. Marco eyes the door in front of him, his sleepy face making him look ten years older than he really was, the tolls of the day beginning to make his shoulders heavy. He let out a deep breath before raising a fist to knock at the door belonging to the Second Division Commander.
It takes six knocks for Ace to open the door, answering in nothing but a towel, his body wet from just recently out of the shower. Marco’s eyes follow a bead of water moving along the other’s muscular stomach watching it disappear under the towel that hung low on the man’s slim hips towards his V-line. Marco’s pink tongue swipes over his lips before he looks back up at Ace’s eyes, sending the silent request to enter the bedroom which was noticeably hotter than out in the hallway, and it wasn’t due to the shower that the younger male just had. Recognizing the hungry stare, Ace moves back and allows Marco into the room before closing the door.
Ace busies himself with looking through the drawers in his room for a pair of shorts to sleep in. Upon finding some, Ace drops the towel, standing bare as the day he was born. He slides the short up his legs to his hips before he then turns to Marco, who had already taken a seat on his bed, his back resting against the headboard, “There a reason you came here?”
“As much as I know what it is I came here for,” Marco starts then stops as he watches Ace move to the bed and flop down on it, “I’m just here tonight in case you need anything.”
Ace turns onto his side and looks at Marco, who now has cross his ankles and fold his hands in his lap, his eyes staring at nothing particular.
Ace sighs before he says, “He and I made a good team when we fought against the Decalvan Brothers. He had my back and I had his, told myself that I always would after that. Yet I didn’t protect him from this…” Ace, who’s now on his back with his arm over his eyes, black hair sprawled out over the pillow beneath his head, trails off, his chest hurting again. Marco waits for him to continue but soon notices that he wasn’t going to. The blond sits in silence with Ace for a while before he senses the room temperature rising again.
Taking his cue, Marco gets off the bed to exits the room that was getting hotter by the second, pausing at the door only to say, “It’ll be bad for you to keep it in like that, Ace, I’m here if you need me.”
‘So says the Old Man,’ Ace thinks before he tries to settle himself down so he could rest.
Sleep decided to be a very elusive bitch and because of that Ace got none that night. He’d tosses and turned throughout the hours of the night, clutching at his chest until the sun had decided to peek through his windows.
Understanding that sleep was not going to be gracious to him, Ace rolls over and lets his feet hit the hard wood floor before he stands up and stretches. He then moves to his dresser and pulls his normal shorts and a pair of socks out of the drawer tossing them to the bed. He turns over to the wardrobe and opens it grabbing the bag he’d previously packed the night before for his journey. With everything ready, Ace hefts the bag over his shoulder before putting on all of his accessories. The last article Ace grabs before he leaves the room is his hat, then he’s off towards the deck of the ship, where all the crew mates have already gathered for the passing ceremony.
Ace drops his bag off to his side as he walks around the end of the plank that’d been placed in the center of the deck. On the plank lays the body of Thatch, former Fourth Division Commander, covered a hammock sheet and tied down with ropes wrap on both ends of the body to ensure the hammock sheet stays sealed. Ace pauses at the sight of the body, his once good friend, lying there before he takes place in line between Marco and Third Division Commander Jozu; all fifteen Division Commanders were now standing behind the plank looking out at the crew. Ace rubs his pointer finger and thumb together idly, creating a small fire, as the Old Man begins his speech to the crew. Instead of sitting in his massive throne like normal, Whitebeard was standing in front of them, nearest to the crew but still next to the corpse.
“As you all know,” he began, “You all lost a brother yesterday, and I, a son.” He pauses to look back sadly at the body, “Thatch was a good son, loyal and brave. He was the first to make you laugh and the life of the party. It deeply saddens me to see one of my children dead.” Whitebeard turns towards his crew, gazing everyone with sad but harden eyes, “There is one son who is not amongst us today but it is not due to his death. His involvement in Thatch’s murder has caused him to flee like a coward with the prize he dealt a devastating blow for; the Devil Fruit Yami Yami no Mi.”
Collective whispers began around the mass of people and Ace’s small fire begins to grown forming a small flame at the tip of his fist. Marco’s hand shoots out and grabs Ace’s fist smothering the fire. He shares a glance at Ace and squeezes his hand. Whitebeard raises his own hand to cease the collective murmuring before he resumes speaking, “Blackbeard has betrayed us all. His punishment will be delivered by our Second Commander, Ace.” He turns to look at the freckled man with a small smile, “We will be here awaiting your return, my son.” Ace pulls his hand from Marco’s and clutches his chest slightly, bowing his head with acknowledgement to his father. With grace that a man his size shouldn’t possess, the Captain of the Whitebeard Pirates lifts the sake bottle and pours some of the white liquid into a drinking saucer before tipping the contents out over the side of the ship. He then moves over to the plank of wood, which would normally take ten men to maneuver, and begins to lift it with one hand over the rail of the ship, slowly allowing the body to slip off and into the water with a splash.
The Yonko crew tip their hats and bow their heads in a small uniformed prayer to whatever Gods that watch over pirates. After a while they all return to their daily duties; the Commanders went to inform their subordinates of the day’s agenda, as commanded by Whitebeard, and the subordinates went off to fulfill whatever job they’d been given. Marco and Ace were the last two, along with Whitebeard, left standing on the deck of the Moby Dick. The trio walks to the side of the ship where Ace’s personally designed boat made to accommodate his Mera Mera no Mi is waiting for him. Whitebeard and Marco stop walking just before the railing while Ace continues on until he gets to the small opening for the ladder hanging off the side of the ship.
As he turns back around to say his parting words to the Old Man he sees his former crew mates, now known as Whitebeard Pirates but formally known as the Spade Pirates. With sad smiles they wave to Ace, he returns the smile and waves back at them before returning his attention to Whitebeard.
“I would tell you not to start too much trouble, but I know that’s like telling you not to start fires.”
Ace pulls a cheeky grin and puts one hand on his hip, the other tipping his hat forward, “You know me well, Pops.”
Marco and Whitebeard give light chuckles as Ace hops over the railing and into his boat. Without looking back, he takes off out to the open waters, leaving behind is family in search for a killer.
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Of Dreams and Desires	By : animelover6000 Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 5930 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece, all props go to Oda.

Of Dreams and Desires