hiding

Girly Shrieks on the Moby

"What happened to you? I was about to send out another search party." Marco chuckled as he heard the door open.

"Izo happened." Alexia laughed nervously, making Marco wonder if she was hiding something.

Alexia sat in her normal spot on the middle of the bed, her legs crossed. She noticed the medical equipment was no longer in the room. She was relieved to see it gone; it was suffocating. She made a mental note of how much paperwork had accumulated on his already giant piles. Marco was surrounded by it, failing to accomplish it.

Alexia scooted to the end of the bed, grabbing a stack of papers and some ink before settling back to the middle of the bed.

"Last time I remembered this ended badly." Alexia could see Marco raise one eyebrow in amusement, as he finished the page he was on before turning to look at her, "Now I see what you mean by Izo. How did he manage to get it so straight?"

"Torture Marco, torture is exactly how he did it." Alexia laughed, "And beside maybe this time you won't decide to hunt us down like a crazed maniac."

"If you guys didn't require me to..." Marco muttered.

"How did you get so behind on these papers? I don't remember the stack being this big." Alexia looked slightly frustrated at the giant stack at the papers.

"I kind of couldn't focus with everything going on I guess." He shrugged.

"I'm sorry." Alexia murmured as she worked on her next sheet, "It should get better from here. I am trying to be stronger."

"It has nothing to do with strength. If you weren't an idiot that tried to save everyone we'd be golden."

"I'll never not, not going save any of you guys. If you don't want me to save your pathetic asses, don't need saving." Alexia smirked, "I mean this is a family right? No one harms one of Whitebeard's."

"Damn straight yoi." Marco's smirk matched hers.

"So...Thatch dumped his paperwork on you..." Alexia reminded.

"That he did." Marco hummed, not entirely focused on what she was saying.

"And your going to get him back... right?" Alexia smiled at him as he looked at her with a confused look.

"How do you propose we do that yoi?" Marco sounded intrigued. Alexia grinned as she devised a plan.

Thatch rolled over in his bed, groaning as sleep left his body. He scratched his nose with his hand, pausing in confusion as it brushed upon something smooth and hairy. He felt his upper lip with more added confusion, swearing there was a mustache on his face.

Thatch got up, looking in the mirror on his dresser as his eyes widened as he let loose an unmanly shriek.

His door burst open, as Vista and Haruta entered, swords ready to attack. Their jaws dropping as they stared at Thatch.

"Your hair!" Haruta exclaimed!

"MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR!" Thatch yelled back in anguish.

"Your... mustache?" Vista sounded confused.

"I didn't have a mustache!" Thatch exclaimed, "What the hell happened to me?"

"I don't know!" Haruta got closer, brushing his finger across Thatch's new mustache.

"I heard a girl scream, is Alexia alright?" Izo asked, walking in the door as he looked Thatch up and down.

"That was me you asshat!" Thatch yelled angrily.

"Well, if I attempted the same fashion statement, I would be screaming like a girl as well." Izo snorted.

Thatch turned back to the mirror, looking at his image in horror. His brunette hair was now a dark green. He also had an orange mustache adorning his face. He swore he could feel the glue that held it in place. He cried out in pain as he attempted to pull it off.

"I didn't do this on purpose!" Thatch snapped at Izo.

"Well god I would hope not." Izo shot back, walking out with a laughing Vista and Haruta following him.

Thatch found it impossible to avoid the snickers and stifled laughs of his family as he joined them in the dining hall for breakfast. He had passed off his cooking duties to another crew member, hoping a seventh shower would help remove the coloring from his hair. The steam from the shower didn't even loosen the glue on the fake mustache.

"Hey Thatch! No luck getting rid of your new friend?" Haruta ribbed at him. Thatch glared at Alexia and Marco, noticing them smirking at Haruta's statement without looking at his ridiculous appearance.

"It was you wasn't it!" Thatch pointed a finger at Alexia.

"I didn't do anything." Alexia grinned at him with her hands held up in surrender.

"Then why do you look guilty?" Thatch glared.

"I don't know, I'm not the one with vegetable dye on my hands. It couldn't have been me." Alexia said pointedly.

"That's it all of you hold up your hands!" Thatch demanded, grabbing a steak knife off the table and pointing it at several people at the table.

Everyone held up their hands, eyes all around the table widened as they fell upon Marco's hands. The palms of his hands were lightly tinted green. All eyes looked back to Thatch nervously, knowing no one usually went against the First Division Commander. Marco could beat Thatch's ass six ways to Sunday, and everyone knew it.

"Yoi, Thatch, I think you lost the uncompleted paperwork for your division on my desk." Marco said nonchalantly as he returned to eating his bowl of ramen. "Make sure you stop by and pick it up after breakfast, I managed to find it and gather it all for you."

"Aaah absolutely. Thank you Marco." Thatch sat down and ate his breakfast quickly and silently, knowing not to try anything on the Phoenix unless he wanted to keep all of his hair; whatever color it may be.

"Hey Thatch." Alexia called to him, drawing his attention, "The glue should wash off completely in about two weeks. And well... you know how long stains from vegetables can remain."

Izo laughed as Thatch dropped his head in defeat on the table, forgoing his food completely.