[Drabble] Master of my own fate
Title: Master of My Own Fate
Theme: # 22 Master - Set 3
Claim: Ace
Words: 609
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: 574
Disclaimers: One Piece isn't mine.
A/N: Okay, I'm on a strike on writing about 574, so please forgive me? ;__;
He had probably know that he wouldn't survive that day. He had probably known that he was going to die on that fated day. He had just hoped that it was only he that was doomed.
When brought up on the execution platform, Ace had known that it would be his last day. He had somehow made peace with himself, but still, he couldn't bring himself to smile. He had just been waiting, waiting for the set time when his head would roll. Despite his face showing no emotions, his inner thoughts ran through his mind. He thought about how he would miss everyone, he wondered if they would miss him and he wished that all of them would be safe.
Then, suddenly out of nowhere they had started to appear. It had begun with his crew, his friends and his captain on their ship, his home, the Moby Dick. They had held one of the most impressive yet short speeches Ace had ever heard, and at once he didn't want to die. He wanted to return to his family. Yet, there was something that kept him from believing in a happy ending, like a rain cloud on the otherwise bright sky, or like a heavy weight in his stomach. He was still going to die.
Then, falling down from the sky, his brother had joined in on the ruckus, lighting yet a spark in Ace's hope. The confined Fire Fist watched his precious brother fight his way towards the platform, and actually reaching it. Still, the flame of hope that Luffy had brought along hadn't been enough to chase away the heavy cloud. He was still going to die.
Not even then his sea stone shackles had been released, and his fire once more spread through his body, Ace felt as if he was going to make it. It was simply his day to go. He didn't have the heart to tell Luffy that he wouldn't be able to make it; his brother had never been one for drama and sadness. He knew he couldn't escape, not from this place on this day. He was still going to die.
Then, he had heard a man on the other side of the battlefield, heard him insulting Whitebeard, the man he honored most in the world. He knew what he was getting into, but his pride wouldn't let him back out of it. Because he knew. He was still going to die.
Yet, when he lay on the ground, a big hole burned trough his stomach, he felt at peace. He had done something meaningful with the last of his life; protecting his dearest brother. He finally had time to tell his family and friends how much he loved them, how much he would miss them. He could finally manage to put that smile on his face. He had know it all the day, but still, he thought he had done the best of it. He had died a free man, he had died on his own will. It might have been his bloody fate to die on this day, but still the smile on his face was genuine. So what if he knew about his destiny? He had been free, fired up, protecting something important. He had picked the time and location. He had known what he was doing. He had been the master of his own fate.