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from: call. featuring: ace + kuzan, @a0kiji

the days and hours tick by, and every face that comes to taunt him make them more difficult to bear. "if you're gonna gawk, you could at least make conversation." the seastone cuffs are cold and unforgiving around his wrists. but, when he lifts his chin to stare up at the admiral, his gaze holds the same smoldering heat as his devil fruit. scoffing, ace shifts, tilting his head to rest against the stone wall behind him.

#this feels like i could be Interesting :)c #a0kiji #* ... featuring: portgas d. ace.

@a0kiji

With every step the princess took, she could feel the salt-heavy air biting into her lungs, the distant roar of the sea echoing like something alive, something watching. This wasn’t Alabasta’s open sky or gentle sands as the New World swallowed the unprepared whole. Her hand pressed hard against her side, fingers slick, the warmth seeping stubbornly between them no matter how tightly she held. Each breath came shallow, sharp, her ribs protesting with every movement. She didn’t know if the Marines behind her had seen the blood trail, but she couldn’t afford to assume they hadn’t. Boots rang out in the distance as a voice filled the air, shouting, “Split up! She can’t have gone far!” Vivi bit back a curse, forcing herself forward into a narrow alley that twisted between warped buildings, their wood swollen from constant storms. Her vision blurred at the edges, but she pushed through it, one step, then another. She had escaped and survived worse. Her foot caught on something that caused the female to lurch forward and slam straight into someone.

The impact jolted through her injured side, stealing what little air she had left. Pain exploded behind her ribs as she stumbled, barely managing to stay upright as a hand caught her arm before she could fall, steadying her with surprising ease. The princess stiffened, breath hitching as another wave of pain hit. She tried to pull away on instinct, but her strength faltered almost immediately. Her grip on his coat tightened instead of loosening. The voices of the Marines cut through the alley again, sharper now, closer. Vivi’s head snapped toward the sound, panic flashing hot and immediate. “They’re coming closer. I need to move.”

#the peacock princess (vivi)#a0kiji

yaso sayuri. vice admiral. cross guild bounty one-billion berries.

the fight against catarina devon had been an epic battle for the ages, two mythical devil fruits causing great destruction in the battle zone. at the end of it, though, devon had gotten the upper hand on sayuri. exhausted and defeated, the vice admiral is captured.

her head hangs low as she's carried. . . her head feels heavy, but she can hear chaos all around her. the seastone shackles make her feel weak on top of the wounds. the seastone chain wrapped around her chest is tight and renders her useless. she watches the dirt pass in a daze, her head empty of a plan. what can she do like this? blackbeard's crew was more dangerous than ever before, and...

it'll be the first time she sees @a0kiji since his defection, if he'll even be there. once, she had looked up to the man as a symbol of justice. now... she wasn't sure what to think of any of it. for so long, she had been acting against justice as well, doing sousuke's bidding. maybe this capture is her punishment for aiding such a horrible man. she watches idly as some blood drips from her face to the floor. so she can bleed. sometimes it feels like she can't anymore, that she's beyond human and something much worse. yes, she feels like a monster, a parasite that has long since infected yaso sayuri and taken over the emptied husk of a woman. it's quiet without juuchi yosamu at her side; usually there is a presence from the cursed blade, a reminder of the blood stained on her hands.

oi, kuzan, devon says, and then sayuri is dropped to the ground. she falls on her knees, head bowed with the weakness she feels. you deal with this one. you used to be the marine. and then she laughs. sayuri can see her footprints disappearing out of the corner of his eye. she can feel it, a set of eyes on her. she grinds her teeth together in shame, as if she cares of how he feels at her getting captured, as if they were still comrades. ( but no one cares about her. that is why she knows she is a goner here. ) slowly, she lifts her head to look at kuzan, blue eyes weak and dull. "heh... so this is how it ends?"

#a0kiji #i was inspired ok #let me know if this works for you #sayuri ic.#verse tbd.

there is something unmovable in the way kuzan's dark eyes evaluate the other, sizing him up as though trying to the detect an implicit threat that struggles to filter through the way he's bold and yet afraid, his voice slightly quivering. helmeppo looks brittle. like a snap of kuzan's fingers could break him. but he's also visibly trying to be strong, to be firm, for a friend and comrade he knows is risking worse dangers than ice alone. the former admiral circles him idly, the heat of hachinosu seemingly having been put out of the dusty ground and the torrid sun by the ice that blooms at their feet—and the ice that creeps up kuzan's arm, his neck, his cheek. he exhales a misty breath, a warning in its own right. ‘to die?’ the casual strike of his voice, uncaring and slow as oil, begins to fragment whatever illusion the other may have had about admiral aokiji still being an ally. ‘cause that's what happens when you're too weak to save anyone. garp of all people should have taught you that.’ cutting the safe distance between them, he places a condescending hand on helmeppo's shoulder, the cold immediately slithering from his fingertips like a promise. ‘go home, i'd feel bad about killing someone who can't even defend himself.’ / @a0kiji

helmeppo knows he does not have the same power level as his superiors, but he still fights anyway. and he would do anything to protect his friend. koby meant everything to him; he doesn't suspect the former admiral to understand. he grips onto his kukri blades tightly, watching as kuzan circles him. it's getting colder, the ice spreading, and helmeppo feels a chill run down his spine.

his father could have never handled things like this. garp is counting on him. koby is counting on him. even if he can't fight kuzan, maybe he can find a way to get past him. he grinds his teeth together, looking at aokiji, wondering what drove a man like that to leave. (though can he blame him, when he is in SWORD? when he sees what goes on around him. he may not be smart, but he's smart enough.) helmeppo pouts, eyes following kuzan behind his visor before the pirate stands behind him.

the words are cruel. helmeppo's gaze blurs for a moment as he stares out. that's what happens when you're too weak to save anyone. too weak to save anymore. the words spiral around his mind, a reminder that he is only a lieutenant commander. he isn't good enough to be a commander yet. what is he doing, running around with gods? he tenses, head arching back a little bit, when he feels the hand on his shoulder. uh oh, helmeppo is in danger. "i j--just want captain koby," he says, trying to find some strength to his voice, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows nervously. "let me escape with him. please." he's a fool for begging. he knows it. perhaps he's always been his father's useless son.

#i had to continue this you understand #let me know if this is ok tho for real #a0kiji #helmeppo ic.#helmeppo: (chuckles) i'm in danger