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Neko	By : Zanshi Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 2592 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Neko

Author's Note:

Yeah chapter 2, finally! sorry for the wait guys :'D

I fear the next (and last) chapter for this story will take a while. I need to rethink somethings about it and I have some other fics I promised my friends and that have priority for now. But I will end this story C:

Chapter 2

And so a couple of days went by, that left Ace utterly frustrated the other fleet commanders in a very good mood indeed. Especially Marco had a lot of fun teasing Ace about his new appearance, but really it was too tempting! With a grin he knelt beside his friend and watched the youth sleep on deck after one of their usual feasts, ears and tail twitching occasionally in his dreams, soft purring noises escaped Ace's mouth and the first fleet commander suppressed the urge to laugh with some difficulty, one fearful pirate the freckled fire bender was right now.

Slowly Marco took a branch of catnip from his pocket and tickled Ace nose with the pale, violet blossoms on its top. Watched Ace face as it screwed up, nose twitching and dark eyes opening a bit. Not really awake Ace swatted the offending thing away only to have it reappear after a short while. With a soft hiss he went after it and tried to hunt it down in his sleepy state of mind. It was only after some soft laughter reached his ear he awoke fully. Blinking he looked in the wide grinning face of the blond fleet commander, then he saw the catnip. Grasping what the other had been doing he looked around seeing Jozu and Izou leaning against the rail watching them in interest, both grinning like mad at the show.

His face burning with embarrassment he lunged at his friend with a loud curse. With a loud laugh the blonde raised to the air with an elegant jump changing into his phoenix form just in time to escape the hot-headed raven's fire attack. Jozu and Izou watched them in silent agreement not to piss Ace off too much; while the teasing was fun, Firefist hadn't become the commander of their Sencho's second fleet for nothing. Besides watching Ace throwing a hissing fit over Marco's latest teasing was fun enough.

Whitebeard was quite busy arranging everything and had no time dealing with his stupid sons for once; he just once had to ask his two first commanders to keep it down and his ships in one piece. He couldn't say he was disappointed that his plans took form soon and fulfilled to his utter contentment. And so came the remarkable day when the Yonkou had a fateful meeting on a small, vacant island. Neither trusted the other enough to let them on their ships or into their headquarters of course, that's why there met here, far away from prying eyes and their turfs. It was an interesting party, there was an ambassador of the Gorousei all important looking but Whitebeard could nearly smell his discomfort near all those other powerful men. Vice-Admiral Garp had come, presenting the marines in his usual boisterous way and even one of the Shichibukai had found this meeting interesting enough to show up, Mihawk leant against the trunk of a palm tree, his golden eyes watching everything under the brim of his wide hat. Dr. Len Len stood right beside Whitebeard and watched these powerful men arrive with an air of boredom around her:

"Oi old man, why the hell did they send Garp of all the marines out there?"

She pointed at the old marine, one thin eyebrow raised in question, and while her face remained impassive Newgate could make out the sharp undertone in her voice.

"Don't forget he is a war hero. And then there is the thing with Roger of course…"

The green haired doctor snorted at that, but let him continue:

"I'm very interested in his reaction to your statement though. This whole thing promises to be entertaining."

They witnessed the marine hitting one of his subordinates hard on the head before scolding him in his loud, bone shaking voice only to fall asleep the next instance. Len Len fought a giggle. Okay this was most likely the only thing he had in common with his adopt grandson, the narcolepsy thing seemed to be some genetic disorder in the D clan. She turned her attention back to the old captain:

"I hope for you, that you can stop that one from doing something stupid to me."

Edward watched her with some curiosity:

"Why doctor, are you afraid of him?"

With a sinister smile she pulled a scalpel out from her doctors coat pocket. Stroking the sharp edge with loving tenderness the woman gave him a sweet, poisonous smile:

"It's more like I would hate to kill a high ranking marine over something trivial."

The knife twirled between her fingers in a morbid dance while she talked.

"…"

Well it wasn't as if it would be his fault. After all, the doctor wasn't part of his crew. But he was certain Ace would be upset if he let anything happen to his adopted grandfather. With a sigh he regarded the others:

"Okay, let's get over with it"

A good week later Ace found himself placed on his grandfather's ship, cursing his bad luck. Grumbling he remembered how his Sencho had handed him over to Garp who had for once kept silent, if only because he was in some state of shock seeing Ace like that. It hadn't lasted of course. Just when they had wanted to part ways again, Marco, that moron, had given his grandfather a basket, a scratching post and some balls of wool. He remembered that part with a dark grin. At least this time he had managed to catch the fucker in time, leaving the blond slightly scorched and his usual pineapple hairstyle in a burned curly mess…

Groaning he was pacing within his cabin trying to clear his mind. He couldn't believe this was happening to him, this was just ridiculous! Really as if having to control oneself all the time in order not to burn anything down wasn't enough, no you just had to add some stupid cat ears and a tail to the mix. What was he supposed to call himself now? Fire cat Ace? He could feel how his tail straightened in anger, the fine hairs standing erect, doubling tits volume for the time being. Trying to calm down again he tried to figure out just how the hell his Sencho had managed to convince the marines, the Shichibukai and the Government to go along with this farce and not to shoot him on spot. Not capable of finding a solution to this question he looked at the locked door, that was supposed to stop him from leaving. He snorted at that, like Garp's threats hadn't been enough to make sure of that. But really he was going insane if he stayed any longer in that small cabin on his own! But no, he had to stay in his cabin unless he was told to; Garp had argued that he would cause too much trouble otherwise. The hell! Like it was his fault that the marines had practically thrown themselves at him and ignored their work the moment he came onboard…

He jumped slightly when a knock on the door interrupted his musings. Curious he answered it and watched as a young boy opened it and entered the cabin. The marine style cap was nearly able to hide the boy's pale pink hair, and the big glasses were nearly able to hide the deep shape of red that covered the marine's face. Ace watched him as he stumbled with the words, reddening further in the process:

"We will arrive soon sir. Vice-admiral Garp ordered for you to come on deck."

He raised an eyebrow at that: sir? Oh man something was serious wrong here. Still he felt sorry for the other, who was apparently uncomfortable in the fire bender's presence. So he went for a reassuring smile:

"Sure kiddo, let's go!"

Their arrival on deck took a few moments longer after that. Ace sighed, really who would have thought, that the lad would pass out after he had seen Ace smile? Now, after the sailor had been woken up, Firefist followed the young marine up, soon standing beside his grandfather by the rail. Together they watched the horizon, Ace with some feeling akin to panic and Garp with a lunatic smile on his face. Soon they could observe another marine ship closing in, the word 'Smoker' boldly printed under the standard marine logo. Ace suppressed the sudden urge to run; simply because all there was nearby was water and he sure as hell couldn't swim. His grandfather averted his gaze from Smoker's ship and turned his attention to him, gesturing to the lad that had escorted Ace earlier he said.

"Well now Ace… Coby here will bring you on board, while I will explain the last details to Smoker."

Ace ´knew his grandfather well enough had enough routine by now to dodge the punch aimed for his head.

Looking through the blue-grey cigar smoke that billowed around him, Smoker stood on deck of his beloved 'Lady Justice' awaiting Garp's arrival. To say that he felt wary of the whole thing was an understatement, it was a fact that he hated dealing with the old geezer because he never knew was the man had in mind – if he did have anything in it at all. So normally he would try his hardest to keep his distance, ignoring incoming calls and hope for the best. But this time Garp had asked especially for his guidance, going so far as to make Sengoku order the White Hunter to follow his orders and aid him in a top secret mission. And up to now Smoker didn't know what his mission would be, his superiors making a big fuss about keeping it covert; he just hoped that it wasn't something totally insane like last time, when he had to transport a cargo of tea and cookies for Garp.

Sighing he watched the other ship; he really had better things to do right now. Straw-hat was still on the run, nearer to his goal gaining the title of the pirate king than ever and waiting to be caught by him. And then there was Portgas of course, who was just as dangerous as his little brother, maybe more so in his own rights. Two weeks ago there had been uproar as some incoming news had shaken the World Government and the Marine Headquarter in equal measure. Firefist had killed Teach and his crew, proving that, no matter what, he was still one of the most dangerous pirates raging over the seas. As an answer to this deed the brat's bounty had been doubled and so once again he outranked his little brother by far, his portrait grinning devilish from the newly printed wanted posters.

So he wanted to, no he should go after one or both of them, bringing them down. But no, he was ordered to do some inane job for Garp, while that pirate junk was running free, causing trouble for innocent bystanders. A frustrated growl escaped his lips as finally the other marine ship stopped right beside them; ropes were thrown, securing the ships together, so that the crews could change sides in safety. Garp was there of course, standing against the rail, grinning like the idiot he was, teacup in one hand cookie in the other waving at Smoker. Trying to keep a straight face, the moku user was prepared for the worst:

"Garp, what nonsense do I have to do this time?"

The marine spat out as soon he could be sure to be near enough not to shout. Hell, Smoker wasn't known for his manners, it was one of the reasons why most his superiors hated his guts; one other might be his general disrespect for those idiots. And he knew his behaviour pissed them off, hiding the smirk that treated to break free as he saw Garp's angry face at the comment he just kept watching the other.

Garp blinked a few times at Smoker's words, and then his face went red in anger. Sputtering the older man started yelling at Smoker for his behaviour, only to fall asleep at the next moment, his loud snores filling the air as the other marines looked at him somewhat dumbfounded. Smoker lit his cigars and waited, business as usual he thought. Sometimes something new in that routine would be nice. Eight cigars later Garp woke up with a start, slightly disorientated the Vice-Admiral looked around until his eyes settled on Smoker and a wide grin spread on his face.

"Ah well then now that everything is clear, I wish you good luck!"

For a second Smoker was stupefied at the older man's performance, then he managed to pull himself together.

"Wha… Fuck will you wait! GARP!"

But it was too late; already the Vice-Admiral hat sailed away, his ship only a dot on the horizon, leaving a rather stunned Smoker and his crew behind. Crushing his cigars between his teeth, the white-haired man fought down the surge of anger at his superior's action, that god damned… God Smoker hated working with or for Garp; it always tended to end like that. Closing his eyes briefly he shouted for his ensign.

"Tashigi, the ship is yours! I need a break!"

"Yes sir, but sir… what was this all about?"

His loyal ensign watched him with big, hopeful eyes and he refrained from telling her to put her glasses on. Really it was too much trouble, besides it wasn't as if they would help the girl in any way…

"I haven't the slightest clue, but it seems we gotten away from whatever it was! So we should be grateful!"

With this the marine commodore left the deck and made his way to the captain's cabin. Little did he know what would await him, once he was there!

Entering his cabin the white hunter came to a quick halt in shock. There, pacing on the hard wooden planks was no other than Portgas D. Ace. Up to now the brat hadn't realised that Smoker had made his entrance – luckily for Ace though the marine was too stunned to do much more than look around fearing that maybe Dragon, the straw-hat or even Gol D. Roger's ghost had decided to pay him a visit too, because really after Garp and now Ace it wouldn't seem too strange anymore. Thankfully neither of them was around to pester him, so he could pay more attention to Portgas, who by now had actually realised that Smoker had entered the cabin and was now… looking hopefully at Smoker? Okay could this day become any stranger the marine thought? Somehow that thought sparked his anger again; with a growl he addressed the imprudent lad:

"Death wishes Portgas or why are you brazen enough to enter a marine ship, more specific MY ship?"

The boy just blinked at him slowly before a guarded look took over his face, his body tensing as if he was ready to run every second now.

"I take it, that Gramps hadn't informed you about your ehm… mission?"

What was it with this fucking family to talk in riddles, disturbing his peace and in general pissing him off?

"The hell he did!"

He exploded, dark smoke twirling around him in thick tendrils reaching for the pirate:

"The old bastard fell asleep before he could explain anything and the moment he woke up he was on his way again, so I hoped to be off the hook! So tell me brat what is it I should do? Should I bring you to Impel Down again?"

He took a threatening step closer, trying to use his height to scare the other man. Not one to be impressed easily Ace stood his ground, he only looked at the white hunter in utter exhaustion and closed his eyes for a few seconds; he was going to kill his grandfather for leaving him all high and dry!

"Don't be stupid old man, do you see any shackles? No you don't have to bring me there, although it might be better in the end…"

With this Ace opened his bag pack on searched a moment before taking a letter out. He handed it over to the marine who inspected it carefully. It had the Whitebeard emblem on it and Smokers name, okay so he was curious. Mainly because of the brat's comment and his crestfallen look, not that he would ever admit it. He scanned the note carefully for a moment. Then without another word he stormed out the crumbled sheet of paper tightly clutched in his hand he left a bewildered Ace behind.

"TASHIGI WE HAVE TO STOP GARP, NOW!"

Wide-eyed his second in command looked at him as did the rest of his crew, well the few who hadn't been fast enough to hide before his wrath. Breathing heavily Smoker threw them a dark look that send them working again instantly, after all everything was better that to deal with their junsho's bad temper. In a somewhat calmer voice he addressed the swordswoman again.

"Tashigi, we have to stop Garp, it is urgent!"

Looking at him with a scared expression she fidgeted a bit before she answered:

"Ehm Smoker-junsho… that is not possible. The Vice-Admiral is already too far away to catch up with and by the way our Log pose is leading in antipodal direction."

He could feel a headache coming, a real bad one.

"Okay… listen girl. Portgas in my cabin right now and somehow it is Garp's fault. So I need to question the brat and I don't want to be disturbed!"

"Portgas sir, you mean as in Portgas 'Firefist' D. Ace?"

"Exactly this one Tashigi, so please try to calm down, right now I don't want anyone to know!"

Tashigi watched her commodore leaving, thinking that it wasn't her who needed to calm down, if the third cigar was any indication…

Looking up from his current position Ace watched as Smoker entered the cabin again and by the looks of it, this would get rather difficult. Cursing softly under his breath he steeled himself for the worst, damn it, he was hot, he was tired and he didn't know what to do about it… Okay he did know but he was rather sure Smoker would gut him if he dared. While Ace pondered about his optioned, the marine realised where exactly the pirate had decided to relax.

"Whelp, why the fuck are you resting on my bed?"

For a moment the question seemed to surprise the mera user, he looked down on the light blue sheets and back to Smoker. A sweet smile on his lips he answered:

"Hmm… because it smells like you."

"…"

Smoker looked around carefully, looking for the den den mushi which would record his reaction… there wasn't any.

"Taisa, are you okay?"

"… because… it smells like me?"

"Yes, I like your smell."

Okay he needed to sit down and soon, the brat confused the hell out of him, ever since the day they first met and right now it was a bit much to handle. The letter of the boy's sencho didn't help in that matter. Taking deep, calming breaths Smoker sat down beside Ace looking expectant at the lad.

"Okay, explain it to me, will ya? Because you know, right now I'm confused as hell and I am about to kill Garp if I haven't a good reason not to!"

Ace cocked his head and seemed to consider Smokers words, before he asked something that made Smoker smile a bit:

"Can I tell you after you killed him?"

Snorting the hunter shook his head:

"Tchee, unfortunately you can't so start talking brat."

And so the pirate did, he told the older man everything that had happened recently taking in the others reactions with interest, he hadn't known that it was human possible to flush this many shades of red out of anger, it was just that Ace wasn't sure whom the marine was angry with. Then the commodore exploded:

"I don't believe a single word you said brat! A cat, the fuck! And even if it would be true and not the blatant lie it obliviously is why should this be enough to spare you from death sentence?"

Okay that hurt more than Ace had thought; stupid taisa! Sticking his lower lip out a bit he stared at the marine, pouting. Wordless he gripped his beloved hat and shoved it off, letting out his fluffy tail as well.

"Because I am an endangered species!"

"…"

Smoker could only stare. There were just three options; the first was that he was still dreaming, the second was he had drunken more the last evening than was strictly good for him and third that this shitty brat was dressed up. Personally he thought it was the last option, this all had to be some big trick to fool the government and the marine to gather information, Smoker would bet on it. To prove his theory he gripped one of the offending cat ears – hard, and he regretted it the next instance.

Firefist let out a loud, pained hiss at Smokers action, his tail standing upright as he let his instincts take over. Normally this would mean going to flame and then burn down the antisocial marine and his ship. Regrettable this situation was all but not normal, so instead of his fire he used his sharp fingernails to scratch the other in defence while bit the moku user's free hand. So they staid like for a few seconds, Ace's claw like fingernails embedded in Smokers well defined torso, sharp teeth embedded in pale skin, all the while the marine still had a death grip on the cat ear.

It took a short while but finally both men released the other in silent agreement. Exhausted Smoker lay back on his bed with a deep sigh, okay no trick. This was just too much. He could feel the boy's body heat when Ace pressed himself up against the commodore. The brat's tail was swishing gently behind him now, and he be damned, but this actually felt nice. Except he couldn't give in, wouldn't give in! At least not right now:

"Brat you do realise that I need confirmation from the HQ, yes?"

His only answer was a low purr as Ace snuggled closer, only now Smoker realised that he was unconsciously scratching the brat behind his ear. He pulled his hand away as if it was burned and practically jumped right out of the bed; ignoring the look of hurt that flashed over the boy's handsome face he fled the cabin. Fuck that was wrong in so many ways!

The Den Den Mushi was sweating in fear; the grey-haired man who was glaring threateningly at it was the reason, really it wasn't its fault the human was unhappy with the news it had to transmit.

Smoker was pissed. He had been waiting for long fifteen minutes by now and still none of his superiors in the headquarters had dared to answer him. When he was ready to snap, Aokiji finally responded to him in a bored voice.

"Aokiji speaking, what is your problem Smoker, half of my staff is shivering in fear, not daring to get near the damn den den mushi",

"Hmpf, what only half of them? I'm loosing my touch then. Listen Aokiji, I have a question considering Portgas D. Ace. He is on my ship right now jabbering some inane stuff about being a cat and so on. Should I chain him up and bring him right back to Impel Down?"

Smoker would have sworn that he could hear the Admiral snickering and yes the snail's mouth twitched suspiciously.

"Don't worry about your touch, asshole. The other half isn't shivering anymore, because they are already unconscious with fear. About Portgas, the boy's grandfather should have told you all about already…"

"…"

"…"

"You do remember that we are talking about Garp?"

"…okay. Forget what I have said. Well then I will tell you."

And Smoker listened to the Admiral, after the first angry flush and inevitable spiteful curses the commodore had become pale, very pale. Tashigi and the few men of his crew who were present in the communication centre weren't entirely sure if they should run for their lives or act if not present at all. But they did have a silent agreement, no laughing no matter how hilarious the situation had turned out to be. It was safer this way, their junsho wasn't known for his forgiving nature after all.

But Tashigi was sure that in at least one hour the whole crew would know of this and most likely would be laughing their asses off. The story in short was easy enough. Ace was an ancestor of a rare race that was to be protected no matter what. So the government, the Yonkou, the Shichibukai and the marine had come to a conclusion: Ace got amnesty and had to stay with his mate, because otherwise he would die, and so the last chance to save his species would be destroyed.

At the moku user's angry question why the fuck this was his problem Aokiji had actually started laughing and it had taken a few minutes until he was calm enough to answer. It was of course Smoker's problem because he was said mate.

"So you see old friend, about bringing him back to prison you won't do that. Portgas is to stay with you and from now on your personal problem."

There was a soft snicker at that before the admiral continued:

"As for the shackles …you only do that if you have that kind of kink, but I would advise you to ask your cutie beforehand unless you want your ship burned down. "

The smirk was by now evident on the den den mushi; gnashing his teeth Smoker closed his eyes. He wanted to kill someone, but regrettably the ones truly responsible were already death, killed by the pirate brat waiting in his cabin. Hmm, Portgas sure was an option to be used as an outlet for his anger.

"Tashigi, I am off. Take care of the rest."

The men actually could hold their laughter until their commodore was out of the room and in save distance and even Tashigi couldn't resist joining in. Furthermore there was to say that she was right about the crew's reaction to their commodore's predicament. That was until a few of them got a good look at the neko Firefist lounging on their junsho's bed like a sultry looking wet dream coming to life. After that the crew had enough trouble to keep their nosebleeds in check whenever the name of the former pirate was mentioned. But at least afterwards they all agreed that their commodore was a very lucky man indeed.

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