Ace's Time

Who's your family?

"Damn pirate king, looks like you're going to be dying first. And don't you worry about thing Oyaji, I'll be taking care of this motherfucker."

Stone cold silence enveloped the rowdy merry making men.

"From what you've been saying I'd have to guess that you're from the future," said Crocus popping in, "before you start a Goddamn mess that you aren't going to clean up, let's talk it out."

"I've got nothing to say." Retorted Ace to the peace offering.

"Answer the question." Said Whitebeard voicing everybody's concerns. "Who are you?"

"I'm loyal to you and only you Oyaji, and I've cursed myself so many times for having his blood." Said Ace pulling down the straw hat to cover his eyes. Weather to was to hide his shame or anger no one seemed to know, but the presence around him was too suffocating to do anything. "But it looks like you don't really remember me right now, seeing that I'm from the future...," a small trickle of tears ran down the dirty face of the conman.

Facing Roger was hard but facing Whitebeard was harder. Looking back at how foolish he was acting while chasing Blackbeard and endangering everybody, Ace didn't have the heart to look at Whitebeard straight in the eye like he always did. The eyes of  the man who took him in and cared for him, gave him a home, and loved him like he was his own son.

"Sorry" muttered Ace barely audible.

Turning into a fiery mess Ace attacked Roger. His tears vaporized right off his face leaving no evidence besides the streak marks on his dirty face. Roger stood there not sure what to do. The rest of his crew grew tense, the navy seemed to have sobered up in an instance and was ready for a fight. But before the first punch could be landed Whitebeard grabbed Ace into a tight embrace. Feeling Oyaji around him Ace quickly brought back his flames in the fear of hurting  Whitebeard. Roger was frozen solid, the kid was his future son. How could the son he never met hate him so much.

"Ace.Ace..Ace... that's a nice name boy, now tell me again who are you, who's your family?" Asked Whitebeard cheerfully.

"O-O-Oyajiiii!" Ace started bawling his eyes out, he clung onto Whitebeard like his life depended on it.

"Looks like he really is one of ours." Said a familiar voice.

Turning around Ace saw a familiar blond tuft of hair, sleepy eyes and charismatic smile.

"Pineapple Head!" And as if Ace couldn't cry any harder he jumped onto Marco with a bear hug and started crying once more. "You look exactly the same." Said Ace with the biggest smile a human face could hold.

"You didn't just call me 'pineapple head' did ya?" Asked Marco in a monotone voice.

Everyone in the Whitebeard crew knew better than to call Marco pineapple head, to think such a man could have the audacity to say it.

"Yeah, you always hated when I called you that, but that ain't going to stop me from calling you little birdie.gahahaha" Ace used his laughter cover the immense pain rushing into him.

Marco wrapped his arms around Ace trying to comfort him,"you dare put your snot on me and I swear I will kill you."

"Sorry...Sorry... Sorry... hic....sorry...hic" Ace fell onto his knees repeating the same words over and over.

"What do you need to be sorry for?" Asked Shanks, "Nope scratch that I don't really care but can I have my hat back?"

"Wear it well Shanks." said Ace standing up and placing the hat onto the red head.

"What the fuck does that even mean?" Asked Shanks adjusting the hat.

"I shouldn't even be here." Said Ace to himself not wanting anybody else to hear.

He looked around and his eyes caught at what he wanted. Small green glowing lights came floating out of his fingers. Throwing a quick kick of flames at Marco knowing he would be able to dodge Ace took this opening to rush to Roger. Ready for whatever that was coming his way, Roger stood his ground but Ace suddenly changed his direction. He grabbed a chain of sea stone and wrapped it around himself. Feeling his powers weaken, he ran as fast as his ragged body would let him, he ran right down to the edge of the platform where they were going to make him walk the plank.

Marco saw what was happening through the chaos of explosions. Everywhere the green globe of lights touched blew up, and people where scrabbling away from the lights and trying out out any fires, pure chaos radiated.
Ace pulled out a knife from his pocket and stabbed himself as hard as he could. Falling backward into the sea he saw familiar faces rush towards him.

"I'm already suppose to be dead. Just leave me alone." Sputtered Ace.

"That's got to be the crappiest last words I've ever heard!"