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(m/n) stayed quiet for a few seconds, his head down so that no one could see his face. His shoulders started shaking, making Trafalgar think he was crying. Just as he was about to make a snide remark, (m/n)’s head shot up. Laughter rang across the room, as (m/n) shook from the spasms of bubbling giggles. Trafalgar looked over at him, completely baffled by the strange behaviour. His PTSD should have made him absolutely terrified. What had happened to make him act like this?

“He’s coming here?” He laughed. Trafalgar nodded and (m/n) stopped laughing, hanging his head once again. “Get Haruto out of here. I’ll deal with him myself.” Trafalgar narrowed his eyes before asking.

“And what are you going to do? You’re bed ridden, and you haven’t fought seriously in years! You might’ve been feared before, but you’ve been domesticated as Doflamingo put it. You can’t do shit about him!” (m/n) didn’t reply instantly, thinking about his reply. Haruto watched his adoptive father closely for any signs of weakness or regret. But all he could see was annoyance.

“I’ll do something, just get him out. I don’t want him to get involved with Aoki, this isn’t his battle.” Something about what he said must have triggered Trafalgar because next thing he knew, there was a sharp pain on his cheek and his head was thrown to the side. He brought his hand up slowly up to his stinging cheek and looked up to Trafalgar who’s eyes were blazing.

“What the hell are you talking about! Do you have any idea what all of us are going through because of Aoki’s obsession with you? We all worry! The Whitebeards! The Heart Doctors! Even the Donquixote worry to some extent! You piece of shit… think about us for once!” (m/n) didn’t reply once again. But it wasn’t because he was at a loss for words at Trafalgars behaviour, he had been slapped by the doctor more than he could count. But he knew he was being selfish. Sighing, he swung his legs off the bed, biting back a cringe of pain.

“He just want’s to torment me… but he also wants something else.” (m/n) muttered to himself, being unfortunate enough that Trafalgar heard him.

“What does he want? Tell me.” The (h/c) haired man cursed under his breath before fishing into his shirt and bringing out a key on a chain.

“Probably this. It’s a key to a vault that was left behind by Monkey D. Garp. Apparently there’s a very dangerous weapon in the vault. I have a feeling Aoki wants it.” Trafalgar’s eyes widened and he made a move to strike (m/n) again, which Haruto stopped with a protest.

“How could you not tell us this before?! If you had mentioned this we could have done something earlier!” (m/n) laughed bitterly before glaring at Trafalgar. Haruto let go of Trafalgars arm and looked at (m/n).

“What’s wrong (m/n)?”

“I could have told you about this key in the beginning. That’s true. But there are moles everywhere. There’s no way in hell I was going to compromise the safety of the weapon, especially not one of the power Garp told me it had. He said that it could destroy a county if put to full power. Not something you can just tell anyone.” Trafalgar sat down on the nearest chair and rested his forehead in his hands as he thought. (m/n) didn’t say anything either, while Haruto muttered something about guarding the door, or watching out for Aoki. The silence was almost suffocating as (m/n) came to a conclusion.

“Why not give the weapon to Whitebeard?” He said to Trafalgar who looked up for a moment before sighing deeply.

“Why not? He’s the most powerful one at the current moment. Stronger than the marines.” (m/n) laughed slightly.

“You guys still use that code word for police? How amusing. Well… I’ll give it to him then. But first I need to get it.” Trafalgar gave him a stern stare as (m/n) tested his feet on the ground, which let flames of pain ripple up through his legs.

“There’s no way you’re getting anywhere without someone to help you.” (m/n) scanned the room, coming across a wheelchair. Trafalgar, follow his gaze, shook his head. “I’m not taking you anywhere, you need to stay here and heal up.” (m/n) gave him a stare and Trafalgar finally caved in. “Fine, but I’m taking you. Where is it?”

“It’s somewhere only I know, I’ll guide you there.” Trafalgar nodded.

“Alright, I-,”

“My, my! How kind of you to show us the way.” A cold voice made (m/n) immediately retch. He thought wrong that he had control over his PTSD. Blue hair swung as a struggling teen was being held by the tall man. “Hello little brother,”

“Aoki,” Trafalgar growled looking down at Haruto who was at gun point.

“I’m sorry, they got past me,” (m/n) glowered at Aoki, who looked the same as he had when he had… He instinctively brought his hand to his neck as Aoki grinned at him.

“Awww, remember the fun we had when you had found me out?” He teased as his younger brother clenched his teeth. Aoki, getting quickly bored with the (h/c) haired man, tapped his foot quickly on the ground. “Well, I’m not here to chit-chat. You’ll show us to the weapon (m/n), otherwise little boy here’s going to get his brains blown out.” (m/n)’s mouth went dry before a little smirk crossed his face, making Aoki falter for a second.

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“Go ahead.”

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(m/n) stayed quiet for a few seconds, his head down so that no one could see his face. His shoulders started shaking, making Trafalgar think he was crying. Just as he was about to make a snide remark, (m/n)’s head shot up. Laughter rang across the room, as (m/n) shook from the spasms of bubbling giggles. Trafalgar looked over at him, completely baffled by the strange behaviour. His PTSD should have made him absolutely terrified. What had happened to make him act like this?

“He’s coming here?” He laughed. Trafalgar nodded and (m/n) stopped laughing, hanging his head once again. “Get Haruto out of here. I’ll deal with him myself.” Trafalgar narrowed his eyes before asking.

“And what are you going to do? You’re bed ridden, and you haven’t fought seriously in years! You might’ve been feared before, but you’ve been domesticated as Doflamingo put it. You can’t do shit about him!” (m/n) didn’t reply instantly, thinking about his reply. Haruto watched his adoptive father closely for any signs of weakness or regret. But all he could see was annoyance.

“I’ll do something, just get him out. I don’t want him to get involved with Aoki, this isn’t his battle.” Something about what he said must have triggered Trafalgar because next thing he knew, there was a sharp pain on his cheek and his head was thrown to the side. He brought his hand up slowly up to his stinging cheek and looked up to Trafalgar who’s eyes were blazing.

“What the hell are you talking about! Do you have any idea what all of us are going through because of Aoki’s obsession with you? We all worry! The Whitebeards! The Heart Doctors! Even the Donquixote worry to some extent! You piece of shit… think about us for once!” (m/n) didn’t reply once again. But it wasn’t because he was at a loss for words at Trafalgars behaviour, he had been slapped by the doctor more than he could count. But he knew he was being selfish. Sighing, he swung his legs off the bed, biting back a cringe of pain.

“He just want’s to torment me… but he also wants something else.” (m/n) muttered to himself, being unfortunate enough that Trafalgar heard him.

“What does he want? Tell me.” The (h/c) haired man cursed under his breath before fishing into his shirt and bringing out a key on a chain.

“Probably this. It’s a key to a vault that was left behind by Monkey D. Garp. Apparently there’s a very dangerous weapon in the vault. I have a feeling Aoki wants it.” Trafalgar’s eyes widened and he made a move to strike (m/n) again, which Haruto stopped with a protest.

“How could you not tell us this before?! If you had mentioned this we could have done something earlier!” (m/n) laughed bitterly before glaring at Trafalgar. Haruto let go of Trafalgars arm and looked at (m/n).

“What’s wrong (m/n)?”

“I could have told you about this key in the beginning. That’s true. But there are moles everywhere. There’s no way in hell I was going to compromise the safety of the weapon, especially not one of the power Garp told me it had. He said that it could destroy a county if put to full power. Not something you can just tell anyone.” Trafalgar sat down on the nearest chair and rested his forehead in his hands as he thought. (m/n) didn’t say anything either, while Haruto muttered something about guarding the door, or watching out for Aoki. The silence was almost suffocating as (m/n) came to a conclusion.

“Why not give the weapon to Whitebeard?” He said to Trafalgar who looked up for a moment before sighing deeply.

“Why not? He’s the most powerful one at the current moment. Stronger than the marines.” (m/n) laughed slightly.

“You guys still use that code word for police? How amusing. Well… I’ll give it to him then. But first I need to get it.” Trafalgar gave him a stern stare as (m/n) tested his feet on the ground, which let flames of pain ripple up through his legs.

“There’s no way you’re getting anywhere without someone to help you.” (m/n) scanned the room, coming across a wheelchair. Trafalgar, follow his gaze, shook his head. “I’m not taking you anywhere, you need to stay here and heal up.” (m/n) gave him a stare and Trafalgar finally caved in. “Fine, but I’m taking you. Where is it?”

“It’s somewhere only I know, I’ll guide you there.” Trafalgar nodded.

“Alright, I-,”

“My, my! How kind of you to show us the way.” A cold voice made (m/n) immediately retch. He thought wrong that he had control over his PTSD. Blue hair swung as a struggling teen was being held by the tall man. “Hello little brother,”

“Aoki,” Trafalgar growled looking down at Haruto who was at gun point.

“I’m sorry, they got past me,” (m/n) glowered at Aoki, who looked the same as he had when he had… He instinctively brought his hand to his neck as Aoki grinned at him.

“Awww, remember the fun we had when you had found me out?” He teased as his younger brother clenched his teeth. Aoki, getting quickly bored with the (h/c) haired man, tapped his foot quickly on the ground. “Well, I’m not here to chit-chat. You’ll show us to the weapon (m/n), otherwise little boy here’s going to get his brains blown out.” (m/n)’s mouth went dry before a little smirk crossed his face, making Aoki falter for a second.

...

“Go ahead.”