The baby brother of ASL

Chapter 21

From the last chapter

Sebastian was confused at all this, why were they laughing?
he was so serious!!
" EYY I'M SERIOUSE!!"
Sebastian yelled into the air, causing a moment of silence to ring out in the Moby before everyone started laughing louder. 

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Shanks ruffled the confused and frustrated boy's hair causally, " There, there Cloudy," he smiled at the younger calmly, while in the inside he was doing flips of victory and doing a little victory dance as he internally fanboyed as he had touched the boy's hair again for the first time since the man had seen him first all those months ago and it felt a bit like hay not going to lie, but oh well the kid was adorable and that was all he cared about. 

" I tried to get Marco over there to join my crew for FOUR DECADES, but what can we say he is a very stubborn and argumentative pineapple. " The red haired man faking sadness shook his head from side to side as he ran his hand through the boy's hand lovingly. 
To his utter surprise the child did not try to kill him as he for serval minutes had patted and ran his HAND through CLOUDY'S hair. Like unbelievable, not even a glare or a snarky comment and no biting like so cool!! Life was going great for Shanks as he did another flip in the air in his head while the child knowingly nodded. 
" Yes, such a stubborn pineapple cross blue flamingo cross chicken cross turkey." The child claimed wisely as he huffed out, crossing in arms and looking very proud of himself, which cause the red haired man to crack out laughing, once again bending over in uncontrollable laughter as his whole body trembled, while he smacked in knees as he took his hand off the child's hair, wheezing.

" SHUT UP YOU LITTLE RED HAIRED PIECE OF SHIT!!! yoi!!" Marco screamed back pointing an accusing finger (that made some bad memories come back to Shanks' head and wished that he would not do that in front of the same guy who had bitten his finger for it just made it quite a traumatic scene) while he clung to his father's neck for life.

 
Poor Whitebeard looked like he might be running on small a small amount of air right there. 
And Shanks just realized this but Marco had gotten back to life from his little fainting episode, while not falling off Whitebeard's shoulder, not that the man would allow his son's body to just slump onto the floor from like meters up in the air, but you get the idea of what he is trying to say here. 

Unbeknownst to anyone, even Shanks himself ( which was quite obvious because he was dying close to the floor in laughter ignoring all of Marco's angry rants ), the small child froze at the insult that Marco had thrown, chocked suddenly by the paralyzing fear of rejection inside.   

" Ew disgusting red haired kid." 

" Freak!!!" 

" Ugly"

" Red monster." 

" Unnatural"

" The child born with the color of the devil" 

" Weirdo." 

" Who ever wants to be in the same class as someone like that, teacher, get my child out of this class this instant I will not have my child be in the same place as that.. that thing." 

" Bet that's the reason why he never has parents to begin with, I would kill the child if I had one like that." 

" Even all his brothers left too. his all alone, loser. " 

Words and whispers circled the young boy, he felt as if he was going to throw up as the words came and went and repeated like a never ending loop. 
Every single word hit harder and did more damage then the last. 
It felt like he was getting hit over and over again and the worst of it all was that he couldn't seem to find a way to get out..until an unbothered and happy voice pulled him out of his trance.

" Is that supposed to be an insult??"

The red haired man just simply shrugged as he got off the floor, flipped his red hair in the face of many others who just looked at him with annoyance and the-fuck-is-this-guy-trying-to-do look. He stared right at Marco with a huge smirk, crossed his arms and lifted his right brow at the fuming, not so happy phoenix. 
" My hair is the hair color that is respected," Shanks smiled confidently, " My hair color is the color of passion, love and strength, I am not ashamed of myself." 
The man smirked, as he tried to twirl his short hair," and most of all, my wife loved it, and my captain loved it, I am proud of it." 

For the first time in the last few months Sebastian had known Shanks, awe filled, full and unhidden in his eyes.