The morning after a party was different, but somehow the same every time. Some division members and one or three division commander hide in their beds.
Jiru whistled, as he checked on his division members. It had helped to take some breaks and drink water during a party. The 14th division commander grinned. Now he was able to tease some of his fellow division commanders. Especially Curiel would have a hangover. It made Jiru grin more. This would be a good revenge for this stupid music. But first, he would be a good division commander and help his member and get them some aspirin so that they don't have to deal with the nurses, who were probably already scolding some poor unfortunate souls with a hangover.
He stopped in front of Marco's door. Jiru hadn't seen the first division commander at the early breakfast and normally the blonde didn't miss a meal, even after a party. It was a bit worrying. Perhaps Luffy was worse off than they thought.
Jiru thought for a moment before he asked one of the first division members, who walked by if he had seen Marco, yet. The man just shook his head and groaned a bit because of the pain. „I'll bring some aspirin to the first division room, too", Jiru said and sent the man back to the room.
He looked after the man before he turned to Marco's door and knocked. Jiru blinked as the door opened. Marco looked tired. More tired than usual.
„Everything alright, Marco?", Jiru asked.
„Yeah, it is alright, yoi", Marco said and went with a hand through his hair. The 14th division commander nodded and then felt his jaw drop as he studied his brother more closely.
There was something about his brother, what he had never seen before or even thought that he would ever see. It wasn't very big and he didn't notice it in the first moment. On his left shoulder close to his neck Marco had a dark spot. It couldn't be... How could this be on his brother?
„Jiru?" The fez-hatted man blinked as Marco flipped his finger in front of his face. „Is everything alright, yoi?"
„Uhm... how..."
Damn, he couldn't just ask his older brother, why he had most likely a love bite on his shoulder. Seriously, he wasn't Thatch or Haruta who could ask this kinda question without blushing or stumbling. A love bite was something personal and hinted at something that Jiru hadn't know Marco was interested in. For heaven's sake, he thought his brother was asexual or better that he lacked any single interest in romantical or sexual interactions.
„How what, yoi?" The Phoenix started to look a bit annoyed.
„Howdidyougetthelovebite?", Jiru asked and he was sure that the blonde hadn't understood anything. Marco just lifted an eyebrow. So he knew his brother hadn't understood him.
„So, did you have... a Uhm.. hot night?", Jiru asked and turned red.
It was embarrassing that he was a bit prude on that topic. Especially if his brothers were involved. Seriously what was wrong with him, a full-grown man without any trouble to talk about killing people or fighting to the death, had a problem to talk about physical human intimate interactions.
„Hot night? I don't think you can call babysitting a drunk Luffy a hot night, yoi." Jiru looked the gang up and down, then he looked at his feet.
„You have a love bite on your left shoulder", the 14th division commander mumbled and shifted his feet.
He didn't see Marco's reaction, but he heard him groaning. The blonde probably only had noticed the love bite now.
Jiru looked at his brother a bit unsure. The blonde hadn't said anything, yet. This could be positive, but also negative.
