♠ Sip It Slow Cause It's So Nice, Dulls My Senses, Drives My Pain ♠
Who: dontcallmegol and threesword
Where: Marshall 114
When: Backdated! To May 1st
Rating: PG-13, might be swearing and such abounds?
Summary: Ace returns from taking a small vacation from everyone to have a drink with Zoro and hopefully some man-to-man heart-to-heart.
the log:
Ace made his way back from his visit with Luffy, dragging his feet a little. He'd taken enough time away from them, he'd realized too late that it was the wrong coarse of action. He wasn't afraid of the consequences, far from it, he just wanted space. He should have spent those days with his Nakama. Because what else where they? It never helped him to be alone when he was a kid, why would it now?
He knew what he'd done and he done it for the safety of all the others on board as well as the city. He'd be lying if his hatred for the scientists hadn't made his decision all the more easy, he was still a pirate after all. But he'd listened to the better part of his heart that told him it was for the best.
He'd also be lying if he said he hadn't been at least somewhat guilty for even taking her life to begin with. But he honestly didn't feel like he had much of a choice. He didn't trust her, not with the lives of his Nakama. So hers? Was far less important at that time.
He wasn't a heartless bastard though. Part of his distance was to deal with that. 80% of it was just... more of his most recent trip home. More of the realization that if he wanted to sail the sea again? The closest he had was that lake and the Weather Hardy. He wouldn't see his father or brothers again. He wouldn't be able to ride free among the waves on his skiff. This was the only time he'd ever see Luffy. That thought alone was enough to cripple him for a good while.
It... really hadn't hit him till after his trip. Once he got home and looked back on everything. He'd been holding it in, pushing the truth to the wayside. He simply couldn't ignore it anymore, and he certainly couldn't let them all see him break like he had. He was the strong one, the notorious Whitebeard Pirate, Fire Fist Ace. He had to save face. His brother was competing to be stronger than him since they were little. If he showed weakness now? What then would he strive for? He'd managed to hide it all behind smiles and goofy behavior so far.
Except with Sanji.
And that was part of the reason why he came back. Too many of them were taken away. He couldn't leave his Nakama behind at a time like this. They were his family now, he needed to be there for them, especially Zoro.
The swordsman had been close to Sanji and Umi, despite how things may have looked. He'd caught them on a few occasions, chatting in private out on the docks when he still lived in the warehouse. He never mentioned it and left them to their privacy. He understood, to a degree, what the Swordsman must be going through. He may not have been as close to Sanji as Zoro was to the blond, but ... he did feel the pain of losing him all the same.
If the Straw Hats were his family, he was the big brother. He'd be strong for them, because everyone had their moments of weakness. He knew the swordsman to be the strongest, most steadfast of them all, but this? Maybe he didn't need Ace's shoulder to cry on, but he'd have it anyway.
Ace passed through the first floor of their apartment building and let himself into the apartment, looking around for that familiar green Marimo-like mop.
Where: Marshall 114
When: Backdated! To May 1st
Rating: PG-13, might be swearing and such abounds?
Summary: Ace returns from taking a small vacation from everyone to have a drink with Zoro and hopefully some man-to-man heart-to-heart.
the log:
Ace made his way back from his visit with Luffy, dragging his feet a little. He'd taken enough time away from them, he'd realized too late that it was the wrong coarse of action. He wasn't afraid of the consequences, far from it, he just wanted space. He should have spent those days with his Nakama. Because what else where they? It never helped him to be alone when he was a kid, why would it now?
He knew what he'd done and he done it for the safety of all the others on board as well as the city. He'd be lying if his hatred for the scientists hadn't made his decision all the more easy, he was still a pirate after all. But he'd listened to the better part of his heart that told him it was for the best.
He'd also be lying if he said he hadn't been at least somewhat guilty for even taking her life to begin with. But he honestly didn't feel like he had much of a choice. He didn't trust her, not with the lives of his Nakama. So hers? Was far less important at that time.
He wasn't a heartless bastard though. Part of his distance was to deal with that. 80% of it was just... more of his most recent trip home. More of the realization that if he wanted to sail the sea again? The closest he had was that lake and the Weather Hardy. He wouldn't see his father or brothers again. He wouldn't be able to ride free among the waves on his skiff. This was the only time he'd ever see Luffy. That thought alone was enough to cripple him for a good while.
It... really hadn't hit him till after his trip. Once he got home and looked back on everything. He'd been holding it in, pushing the truth to the wayside. He simply couldn't ignore it anymore, and he certainly couldn't let them all see him break like he had. He was the strong one, the notorious Whitebeard Pirate, Fire Fist Ace. He had to save face. His brother was competing to be stronger than him since they were little. If he showed weakness now? What then would he strive for? He'd managed to hide it all behind smiles and goofy behavior so far.
Except with Sanji.
And that was part of the reason why he came back. Too many of them were taken away. He couldn't leave his Nakama behind at a time like this. They were his family now, he needed to be there for them, especially Zoro.
The swordsman had been close to Sanji and Umi, despite how things may have looked. He'd caught them on a few occasions, chatting in private out on the docks when he still lived in the warehouse. He never mentioned it and left them to their privacy. He understood, to a degree, what the Swordsman must be going through. He may not have been as close to Sanji as Zoro was to the blond, but ... he did feel the pain of losing him all the same.
If the Straw Hats were his family, he was the big brother. He'd be strong for them, because everyone had their moments of weakness. He knew the swordsman to be the strongest, most steadfast of them all, but this? Maybe he didn't need Ace's shoulder to cry on, but he'd have it anyway.
Ace passed through the first floor of their apartment building and let himself into the apartment, looking around for that familiar green Marimo-like mop.