Hey guys, sadly this is probably the last "continuous" day that I'll be uploading this book. Seeing as how the next time I would is Monday and I go back to school. I will still try to keep my promise of updating every other day, but sadly I cannot guarantee. I hope you enjoyed this past week, as much as I have.
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Law looks at Kid, the plan has definitely changed. There was a whole conversation in the split few seconds that the other two men had whispered. There was only one plan that he knew someone could come up with a new plan: that plan is either go with whatever is thrown at them, or run.
One look at the only inexperienced fighter, and anyone could tell she was gunning for the second option. Not like she really knew there was another, but she looked as if she wanted out of there. There was another look on her face, indescribable to anyone but her.
Because it's not a simple feeling, it's a complex one, made of many other smaller emotions. She's scared, but confused because of how she should react. He called her his girl. Should she be excited? Or should she offended? She doesn't know.
The laugh of the leader breaks her out of her current state, her eyes wander over him. An utter look of disgust plants itself upon her features, he just rubs her the wrong way. It's not like he's said one nice thing to her since she's been here to sway her mind either. That, and he did just try to make Kid into a murderer... well. Face it, Kid probably has the capacity to kill, so it's not like it's such a bad thing.
But he did just try to make Kid his hitman for... the day? The job? What would one call something like that? Suddenly, the world is engulfed in chaos, gunshots bringing her back to the problem at hand. She has no idea how to use this pipe as a weapon. Why'd she get a pipe again? Why did she get a cool, fancy sword like Law or a that gun Kid proudly holds.
She looks over at the new arrival, he seems to be fighting barehanded. Fighting?! She looks around, still hidden behind Kid, the scene was in disarray. How'd she end up here again? So unprepared?
"Handle yourself. I have something else to take care of," Kid says as Blackbeard and the person now coined 'pervert' exit the room, using the breakout of the fight as their cover. He breaks away from the tight hold that (Y/n) didn't notice she had on him.
She goes to say something, but he's already advancing across the room. Heading in the direction that the two males ran away in, she's so busy staring at the man that she didn't notice someone coming up behind her. Only when a metallic sound echos in her ears, does she remember that her life is in danger.
The new black-haired man had a dagger clutched in his right hand, resting the back of the blade on the palm of his left hand; he had blocked the blade of a long, metal blade, for her. And neither one of them know the other's name. But she knows that he's probably stronger than she'll ever be.
"Move," he says, placing more pressure on the back of the blade. She does as he says and takes a step to the right. He laughs before sliding out of the way, letting the sword hit the floor. His laugh is hella attractive. Wait. What? "You're not used to the battlefield, are you?"
"Battlefield?" she tilts her head slightly, confused by his choice of words. "What battlefield?"
"Any," he shrugs before motioning around at the display in front of her. When did they gain more people on their side? When did all these people show up? She shakes her head, it was probably when she was daydreaming. "Follow my lead."
He places his back against her, his body heat radiating like when someone opens an oven. His grin causes her to question, once again, just why she's here. In this mess. A sigh escapes her lips, the pipe clenched so tightly in her hands that her knuckles turn white.
She should really learn how to use this thing. She should really not be useless. But how? The only way she's ever defended herself was with her hands. Also pepper spray. Oh, and a taser. All on separate occasions, of course. What can she say, she attracts the wrong kind of people. Obviously. Where does one start when-
"My brother used to fight with a pipe. Still does if I remember correctly," the shirtless man, wait since when was he-oh yeah. She forgot he was shirtless. "It's a good weapon choice. Honestly though, it's not my favorite."
"Can he teach me? Give me a few pointers?" she asks hopefully. "Because I'm completely lost. I don't even know how to hold the think like a weapon."
"Uhm. No, sadly, he lives in another state," notices her face fall while still dodging a strike from a sword. "But, I used to wield one. I could help you out if you really want it."
"I don't just want it," she holds up the metal stick to block someone's blow. That was definitely fatal. "I need it."
"Alright," he moves away from her back, somehow managing to block all of the bullets with the side of his dagger, the brown hilt shinning slightly. She stares at him in awe, and when he turns around and sees her face he laughs again. She could die happily right now, but only as long as he's laughing. He stops suddenly and she's back down to earth, "I didn't catch your name."
"Oh, it's (Y/n). The red-haired man that I was with is Kid. He's... sort of the reason I'm even here. The other guy, the one over there with that amazing sword, that's Law. He's been my best friend since before I can remember," she smiles, thinking of all the simpler times before the world turned to shit. Honestly though, it was always shit. It only got worse. Or maybe it was an improvement. "What's your name?"
He smiles at her, the action causing her to look in his eyes. She likes him. There's nothing to it. But not in the romantic way. It's like, they became instant friends. He's easy to talk to, unlike Kid. Why is she comparing this incredibly sweet man to that red-haired idiot, "I'm Ace. I'm glad you became my ally, (Y/n)."

-Chapter 13: The Enemy of My Enemy... end-

-Chapter 14: The Whitebeards... starts now...-