Like A WildFire

The Turkey' Finally Lost It! ASL and Their Older Brother

Previously, on 'Like A WildFire'. --

My train of thoughts were broken when I heard my name, "Hey Ace..."

"What?" I winched as it didn't sound like what I had in mind. I cleared my throat to try again but Riot continued.

"You have to live...without regrets."

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++Haruta's POV++

Marco was acting weird. Or rather, he wasn't acting like he normally does.

He started staring off into who knows what, sometimes he would laugh all of a sudden, then the next he was gloomier than gloom it self. And he even hums in the showers!(he's tone death and banned from singing). A bet was being made, everyone had their own ideas of what could had happened to our dearest older brother. Some of them think he got possessed while fighting the Hook Pirates, some think he got banged and wants another go. With that idea, came a whole new idea that Marco got a sex buddy or even possibly a girl/boyfriend. The ideas became wilder and crazier that when Marco heard of them, half the crew were kicked into the ocean.

The interrogation didn't help much ether...

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--Interrogation! ( flashback )--
++Third Person's POV++

Thatch banged the table with both his palms, catching the attention of everyone in the mess hall. "So Marco, if that's really your name."

The accused rolled his eyes at his younger brother's shenanigans, are they really gonna start like this?

But just to humor the rooms occupants, Marco transformed into his hybrid form and threw Thatch overboard. With a smirk, he turned towards his interrogators, "Convincing enough, yoi?"

A loud splash was heard, followed soon after by Thatch's "MY HAIR!!!!" screech.

"Very." they all replied in unison.

"Gurarararara, now that that's settled, what's gotten everyone so worked up?"

Haruta was the first to reply, "Marco's been acting weird pops." Its only been a few months since Marco brought the 14 year old onboard, but in that short time, Haruta got to know the majority of the crew surprisingly well, Marco especially. He's a pro at getting information from and about someone. And can get adorably scary when he needs to.

"Oh?" Whitebeard questioned, glancing towards his eldest son.

"Yeah, Pops! Ever since the fight with the Hook Pirates!" Nemur added.

"Well then, Jozu, son. Did you noticed anything unusual about the fight?" Whitebeard inquired.

The third division commander's permanent frown seamed to harden as he thought for a while. "Marco snapped after Hook's speech, and he rarely snaps. It was like he had found another reason to annihilate all enemies. And..." Jozu paused to look Marco in the eyes, searching for... something. "He was...excited then. Like he was another person entirely."

That rose a few eyebrows.

Marco, no doubt, was going to give a perfectly good explanation when Thatch, in all his dripping glory, returned. His hair was flipped back wards and he wore a frown as he sat down again. "What happened that day?" he asked, lifting his head so he was eye to eye with his blond brother.