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I love these brothers so much. They're so cute and so is their brotherly bond. ------------------------------------------- ???'s p.o.v I watched and silently followed my target. I was hired to kill another pirate and this time it was the commander of the second division of a Yanko's crew. His name is Portages D. Ace and is called "Fire Fist" Ace due to his devil fruit, which is the Mera Mera No Mi. The Mera Mera No Mi or the flame flame fruit is a powerful devil fruit and Ace is very good with it so I have to be careful and kill him quickly.
That's what I planned but the more I learned about him, the harder it became for me to kill him. He's not like the other pirates I've assassinated. Not at all. He's kind, polite, considerate and just a lovable guy. The other pirates I've killed were rude, crude, destructive selfish assholes who killed civilians and set islands on fire for fun.
I can't.
I can't kill him.
I've failed my mission.
Now my cousins will die.
Ace's p.o.v I was fighting and losing until a bluer of black shot past me and all of my opponents were dead. Standing by one of the dead bodies is a girl in all black: a hoodie two sizes too big with the hood up, shorts over leggings and black combat boots. She wore black gloves and a solid black mask that hid her face. She just looked at me then disappeared and I felt a presence behind me before I was immediately knocked out.
I woke up on the deck of my ship and some of my crew mates surrounded me.
They were just as confused as me.
???'s p.o.v When I returned to the base, I was met with a hard slap to the face. The slap cracked my mask and made it fly across the room as the taste of blood filled my mouth. "You stupid bitch! You were supposed to kill him not the ones attacking him!!" The man yelled as my cheek burned. I just stood there, not looking at the man.
He yelled and cussed at me more as he kicked and beat me. After a few hours of that, he told me what time my cousins will be killed then left. I was covered in blood, my hood was down, my waist long hair was falling out of the bun it was in and blood fell from both my moth and my forehead. Some of my bones were broken, my left eye was swollen and blood fell over my right eye. I could've fought back and kill him but that would only make the situation worse so I didn't.
I got up despite my broken arm, leg, ribs and spine. I healed myself starting with my leg as I walked out the destroyed room after taking down my hair and picking up my mask. My eight year old cousins are currently chained to a wall in a dog cage. They were beaten up and hungry in a room well secured so even I couldn't enter it.
They will be killed three days from now by being burned alive at the stake.
Like the witches that they are.
Yes, my cousins are witches since my aunt adopted a witch child who was orphaned and managed to escape exaction.
