Romance Dusk (BNHA X ONE PIECE)

Empire State Of Mind / Sun's Coming Up

New York City, New York, United States of America.

It was a very rainy day in the borough of Manhattan. Enel woke up from his prolonged coma, which seemed to him like it was several weeks (it was just him knocked out from inter dimensional transport). He was in an alley way laying on a trash can, he had a white tank top on as well as some cargo pants. Suddenly someone called out to him.

"Hey! Nice Eminem cosplay man!" A random civilian told Enel, who just gave him the nastiest side eye he could. Did these Blue Sea people really not know who he was? He was God Enel! "Who?" He asked the plebeian who dared waste his time. "Eminem! The rapper? You don't know him?"

Enel tilted his head before shrugging and raising his hand. "El Thor." A beam of lightning quickly came down and eradicated the pedestrian. Enel looked around at his surroundings, before looking at the burned concrete where the person he killed once stood. "Eminem.... I will find out who that is."

He looked around for his ship, the Ark Maxim. It was nowhere to be found. Enel grew frustrated before walking out of the alleyway and into the bustling streets of Manhattan, more specifically West Harlem.

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At A Far-off Island, In the New World.

The graves of Whitebeard and Portgas D. Ace were still in pristine condition. The citizens of the island would often hear stories about them from Marco, when he wanted to fly over from Sphynx. Sometimes Vista would pay a visit and sip on sake.

Long story short, anyone who once was a son of Edward Newgate, pirate or not, was welcome to visit the island. Not only did the pirates give some of their treasure to the island, but they also sometimes integrated entirely into their culture, abandoning the pirate life as a whole.

The waves were crashing up on the shores, everything was at peace. Set aside a few birds flying abnormally and squawking loudly.

Inside one of the bars on the island, Marco was drinking a bottle of sake, chatting up with the owner of the bar, who was a former Roger Pirate. Eventually he heard the birds chirping and decided to check it out. He saw the birds flying away from the memorial of pops and immediately started walking over, his pace carefree as he arrived at the mound. Surmounting the hill, his eyes widened, and he started hyperventilating.

Ace's hat was gone.

His knife was gone.

His grave was dug up.

His body was missing.

Marco's quick breaths swiftly turned into screams of agony. He had kept it together when Pops died, when Ace died, when Sphynx got raided, but this was his breaking point. He collapsed to his knees and just started to sob.

Marco didn't let any words out. He didn't curse the world for being so cruel, he didn't blow up the memorial out of rage, he just knelt there and wept.

Eventually, some of the former Whitebeard Pirates ran over to see why Marco the Phoenix would be screaming. They too quickly put their hands over their mouth before crying.

Marco quickly looked around to find the culprit, but all he could see was the ocean, which looked less inviting than ever before. Sure it had given him everything he had cherished up to this point, but it had taken away everything. Marco started cursing at himself for letting something like this happen. He looked up at the sunrise again, before looking back up at the seagull who was delivering the newspaper.