#teech

“It’s the one pie Luffy-nii won’t eat! I get to have leftovers! Can I eat it for breakfast tomorrow, please?!” She begged, knowing of the Brazilian boy’s adverse reactions when he had been offered the pastry previously.

“No,” Whitebeard stated without missing a beat, turning around to find the child’s familiar pout now decorating her face.

“Wipe that pout off your face; you know it won’t work on me,” he called, kneeling down to be closer to her as she sunk down, allowing the arm of the couch to hide her frown.

“Listen, I have a surprise for you,” he called, his eyes filling with amusement as this caused the girl to pop out of her hiding spot, before he could continue however a knock interrupted them as their heads turned to the door.

“Can you go answer that?” he called.

“But what about the surprise!” she whined.

“You will not be getting anything if that is how you are going to act. Can you get the door?” he repeated.

“Okay, Paw-paw,” she sighed, jumping out of the couch and scuttled to the door, letting out a squeal at the man standing there.

“Uncle Oden!” she hollered, throwing herself into the man’s arms, who in turn let out a boisterous laugh.

It had been a month since the man had to return to Wano Country University to fulfill his responsibilities as the president. Despite his essential role in WCU, he was always delighted to be sent to Grand Line University as it meant he could come to fulfill his role as the Vice President of the WhitePirate’s underground fraternity.

“I heard we were having a party.”

And a party it was; it was a few short hours as Oden caught up with the President of the house on the newest news and duties from WCU he was to fulfill while he stayed, including the addition of new courses with the hope of bringing the two campuses together and bring in cultural awareness to both sides a task that mainly had fallen on him as GLU’s visiting faculty. He had also bemoaned that a few of his closest students had volunteered to accompany the man, forcing him to focus more on his duties than he would have preferred.

As this unfolded, the youngest sat in his lap, content with being around her uncle after so long. But as soon as guests began trickling in and the music began booming, the two men quickly sent the girl to her room, which she did without much fuss, much to their delight. They should have known better than to trust her easy acquiescence. It would have been that easy to dismiss a four-year-old driven by curiosity.

Thatch sighed, shaking his head as he passed the small child a cup of juice to appease them.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Dokucha; ya have to go after this one,” he huffed out as he turned his attention to the different liquors before him. He mixed them with practiced ease, passing them with quick regression to the oncoming party-goers while still keeping a keen eye on the small girl sitting on top of one of the stools.

“I love you, Thatch-nii!” she hollered to be heard above the music as she happily gulped down the juice offered to her.

“That may work with me, but it ain’t working with Marco,” he replied with a roll of his eyes, nodding at a guest as the latter thanked the bartender.

“Keep at a secret,” she protested, sticking her tongue out at the exasperated man

“A secret, huh?” An unamused voice called behind her, causing the small girl to let out a squeal as she turned around, trying to make a run for it, albeit unsuccessfully, as the man easily took hold of her clothes, pulling her into his arms

“What have I told you about sneaking into these parties-yoi” He called with a frown as he pulled at her cheeks.

“Ach,” she whined, looking up at the bartender, who just shook his head. His eyes were filled with mirth at the scene before him, ducking his head with a snicker as the med student sent him a pointed glare.

“Don’t look at him; he’s not going to save you; you are in a lot of trouble.”

“I’m sorry!” she cried.

He opened his mouth to undoubtedly make another snarky remark but paused as a loud cheer in one of the rooms interrupted him, causing him to let out a grumble as he walked away from the bar and made his way to the stairs.

“We will talk about this in the morning; you go upstairs to your room and go sleep-yoi; if I go and you are still awake, so help me, I will have you stay in my office all day,”

“No!!” She cried with a pout.

“Then go.”

He sternly ordered as he nudged her to the stairs. Having been faced with the fact that she had been caught, she had no other option but to comply as she dragged her way upstairs, all the way to her room, and shut the door behind her, knowing without having to look down, she just knew that her brother was still keeping an eye on her ensuring that she pulled no more stunts. With no other option, she threw herself on her bed, cuddling to her blankets and stuffies and closing her eyes with a pout still adorning her face; she fell asleep. Sleeping all the way into late morning where, she found herself in the kitchen of the manor, nervously hyping herself to confront her brother.

She fidgeted with her feet, finding them way more interesting than Marco in front of her. Looking pleadingly at Thatch, who had been preparing breakfast behind them, who just gave her a remorseful smile as he shook his head.

“I told ya this would happen, pumpkin. ya’r on your own,” he called.

Marco looked down at her, cheek leaning on his hand as he reclined on the kitchen’s island, lidded eyes unamused as she watched her squirming under his hard stare.

“So? You said you had something to give me?”

“I made you something,” she muttered, pulling a small paper that had now become crinkled under her nervous and tight grip and extending it his way, still not meeting the man’s gaze.

Marco let out a hum, removing himself from his judging position to take hold of the paper. Opening the paper, he raised a brow as what stared back seemed to be a rough and messy display of wobbly letters. Taking a closer look, he was able to decipher an ‘IM ƧOʀY’ written with a red marker above a rough drawing of stick figures in what seemed to be a hugging fashion.

He let out another hum, putting the letter on on the counter as he waved his finger to the child in a beckoning motion, pulling them into his lap as she did as he asked

“Why are you sorry?” he questioned

“Cause I came downstairs?” She questioned

“Coming downstairs is not the problem, Dokucha; the problem is I told you not to come downstairs when the party was going on.”

“I just wanted to see a little,” she whined

“I know, but it’s not safe for you. We’re not doing it to do it; we just want to keep you safe from handsy people and drinks that could get you sick.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright, but do it again, and you’re really going to spend the day in my office, alright?” He called, letting out a small smile as she vigorously nodded her head.

“Now, then, you’re getting better at your letters; have you been practicing?” he called, picking up the drawing once again.

Glad that the tense talk was over, she grinned, a proud look on her face as she spoke.

“Yeah! Miss Nami taught me!” Dokucha goaded;

“Good job, you just have to work on your s’s a little bit more, and you will be a full-fledged writer,” he praised, rubbing her head in a teasing manner

“Really?!”

“Yeah, so make sure you listen to Nami-yoi.”

“Okay!” she grinned, throwing herself closer to him in a close hug, spotting something over the Cypriot man’s shoulder.

“It’s Ace-nii!” She cheered, climbing up the man’s body, much to his chagrin, as she watched the raven head make his way out of the house.

“Can I go say good morning? Please?!” she begged.

“Yeah, but don’t go far, alright?! " he grunted as he put her down and watched her skitter outside.

Dokucha let out a happy giggle, ready to call out to the environmental mayor, until she spotted another man come into the picture; her grin grew as she realized who it was, Teech.

Just like her uncle Oden, it had been quite a while since she had seen the burly man, who had been abroad in his homeland, Somalia. Although normally she would be taken on any international trips, Teech had stopped her from following her in this as he had said that the excavation sites he would be working on would be far too dangerous for her. However, saddened at the news that she would not be able to go, her spirits were soon lifted as the training archeologist had promised to bring all the artifacts he was to find on his scouting as an apology for not bringing her along. This promise satiated her all this time as she anxiously awaited his return, counting the days he would come back, and today was the day!

She ran her way to the two but halted a ways away when she noticed a group of men approaching them. Her excitement soon turned to fear when she realized it was men from the real fraternity houses who had been gathering around Teech, all of them wearing the same malicious grins the Somalian had as they made their way closer to Ace.

She didn’t know much about the men but had been told numerous times about them by her family at the WBP. She had been given the talk so much she could recount it word by word. According to her brothers, the house that the WBP was a part of was a group of underground fraternity houses collectively known as ‘Pirate Fraternities’. Because they were not official Greek fraternities, they were always looked down on by the ‘originals.’ The Greek houses always resented them and the freedom the pirate houses had. The greek paternity houses required high academic achievements and GPAs along with a plethora of extra credit hours and processes that seemed to be painstakingly unnecessary in exchange for benefits, connections, advantages, and immunity to the acts they committed constantly which included but was not limited to immunity to alcohol intervention programs, academic scams, and other atrocious deeds the houses performed in the name of hazing. On the other hand, the pirate houses required little to no crazy prerequisites to enter (depending on the house), something that the Greek houses said brought shame to the house as the benefits they provided should come at a price.

She watched with dread and fear as Ace easily pushed them back, punch after punch, and took them down, but this would soon be halted as their numbers quickly overwhelmed the young Brazilian, and she watched with horror as they pummeled him to the ground. Tears streamed down her face as she let out a piercing scream that got the attention of the men; she took notice that one of the men had been in the process of handing something out to Teech until her scream interrupted them.

Ace managed to gain some advantage over the men thanks to the distraction, taking the opportunity he turned to the girl.

“GO!” he hollered, and time seemed to unfreeze as the fraternity once again brought the young man under. She let out another cry as Teech made a dash towards the girl, and she, too, began running, desperate to reach the safety of the house once again.

“Good God almighty!” Thatch exclaimed, startled as Dokucha slammed the door open and ran her way inside.

“Did Ace prank you again-yoi?” Marco drawled, turning around to meet the girl only to pause and shoot up as he took in her state.

“Dokucha?” He questioned, concerned as he rushed over, followed by Thatch as they crouched near the girl.

‘Pumkin’? Why ya shakin' like a leaf? What happened?” Thatch questioned as his head shot up to the entrance as the sound of stomping reached their feet.

“Teech? Ya back? What happened to Dokucha?”

Teech wiped the anger from his face as he took the scene in, approaching the three and attempting to grab the girl from the iron grip she had on the med student.

“Poor thing, she saw a big shadow outside and got scared; you know how she is; I should get her upstairs for her nap,” He called as he pulled her into his grasp

“No! Marco-Nii! Don’t let him take me! Please!” she hollered hysterically, as she latched on to the man.

“Dokucha? It’s okay, it’s just Teech. Don’t tell me you forgot about him; it’s only been a few months,” Marco soothed the girl

“Is that it? Come on, Dokucha, it’s me, I promised ya I would show you many things, right?” Teach seethed out.

“No! NO! No! Please! Thatch, Marco, don’t let me go! Save me! I don’t want to die!”

“Wait a second, Teech. Give her a minute. It seemed you really gave her a scare.”

“Come on, you guys aren’t buying this, are you?” he growled, frustration growing in him.

“I’m just saying she may need a minute,” Thatch shot back, beginning to match his tone.

“Alright, you two calm down,” Marco cut in with a roll of his eyes.

“Just give me a minute to calm her down, Teech; you can put her down to bed then-yoi,”

“Like hell, he will,” a voice growled. Before anyone could react, however, someone had already launched himself on top of the Somalian, beginning to pummel him to the ground.

“Luffy?! What in tarnation are you doing?!” Thatch yelled as he hurried to try to pull him off of Teech but had no luck. The young Brazilian was mercilessly attached to Teech as he continued bringing his fist down on him.

Despite not being part of the WBP House, Luffy was well-welcomed as Ace's adopted brother. In addition to being related to the boy, he was also the President of his own Pirate house, Sigma Heli Psi, which gave the brothers no real reason to turn the boy away regardless of his relationship with one of his members.

“What is going on here?!” Edwards's voice boomed across the living room, watching with fury as the SHP’s president beat down one of his sons to the hysterical crying of his youngest.

“Don’t intervene, Old man!” Luffy hissed as the giant approached them with the intend of pulling him off.

“He tried Killing Ace!”

What did you guys think? Again huge thanks to Hannah and if you have not yet read her piece go go go! I really enjoyed writing this and world building this world with her, especially the cultural build of all the characters. 🤭.

Part two is ready so be prepared tommorow! Or maybe I will post it next week so ya’ll can suffer!

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