Rosan launched himself away from Aokiji and huffed in agony, left arm completely frozen.

"Oh no," Mod said in visible concern.

"Shit," Ram cursed.

"..." Pestilence frowned at the turn of events.

Aokiji stared at him with a severe expression. "Didn't I tell you? Next time we meet, I wasn't going to be so merciful."

The redhead grunted and a great amount of flames surged across his body, steadily melting the ice on his arm.

"I took your words into account. I tried to become a better person," Rosan said truthfully. "And then you attempted to execute my little brother. I cannot be better when my brothers life is on the line. I will become the boogeyman if I have to."

Aokiji sighed. "Troublesome redhead… the scariest thing about people like you, is your resolve. Even with how sad you feel, you were still going to kill your Grandpa without any hesitation… your resolve is absolute and that's a terrible thing," he said matter of factly.

"My resolve being absolute means I have what it takes to do what must be done," Rosan returned quietly. "Unlike you, who wavers on a fence, unsure of whether what you're doing is right or not. I'd rather have an absolute resolve than a shaky one because a shaky one makes you the worst kind of coward, one who will never take action."

The Admiral said nothing, closing his eyes and letting loose a sigh.

"Unfortunately, I was sent on the orders of the Fleet Admiral to capture you. You seem to have quite the desired Devil Fruit, huh?" he asked.

Rosan's eyes glinted maniacally and he focused his full attention onto the Admiral.

"You have no idea. The story of my life all begins with desire. It's one hell of a roller coaster."

The redhead stood straight and took a deep breath.

Rosan wasn't expecting to face Aokiji again so soon. That last encounter had been fresh on his mind since he had first thawed out of the ice and woken up in a fit of rage.

He did not like losing. In fact, Rosan really really hated losing so he had focused a lot of time and attention to his Aokiji problem.

It was a good thing he had been focused on finding a way to counter his weakness to Ice and it was a great thing that he actually made headway on that route.

His composition as a computer, meant that Ice was dreadfully strong against him. It shut down his functions completely and shutting down the functions of a computer was practically death.

But Rosan had an answer.

"I am War," Rosan said softly, emotions steadily vanishing off of his features as they took a neutral expression. "I will paint the world red and I will show the world my might as a dragon. It is my job to destroy and burn everything to the ground."

Aokiji watched silently as the redhead's red hair began turning pale shade.

"I am War and wherever there is War… there is Death," he said.

A lull washed over the battlefield and everyone's attention was grabbed, as two feathery wings sprouted out of Rosan's back, darkness devouring the very light around it.

Sengoku was the first person to realize what those two wings entailed and he felt his jaw drop as his heartbeat threatened to speed up. He was very sure he was about to catch a heart attack because there was just no way he was witnessing something he shouldn't be witnessing.

"No… surely not. Is this what I think it is?!"

As Rosan's red hair began steadily losing all the color in it, it lengthened until it finally stopped to his back. "Death is unavoidable. It is cold and unforgiving, grasping at all with unfeeling hands. You may try, but it's only a matter of time before the Shinigami guides you into the afterlife."

"Shinigami: Pale Reaper," Rosan finished coldly, emotions completely icing over as both his eyes transformed red.

Mod's eyes widened, gazing at the new form of Rosan with disbelief.

A new form… to Shinigami? But how? When did he discover such a thing?!

The temperature dropped dramatically around Rosan as he stared apathetically at the uncharacteristically stunned Aokiji, even as his weapon began transforming into a sinister black scythe.

"You're…"

"THE RED DEVIL IS REAPER?!" Someone screeched in horror.

At that announcement, utter mayhem washed over the field.

Rosan listened to the chaos with a neutral expression, long hair billowing in time with the wind. His blood red eyes never left Aokiji as everyone reacted to his reveal.

Sengoku's jaw dropped at the sight of those black wings resting idly on the back of the Red Devil.

Wings as dark as obsidian, feathery in nature, with an unnatural air to them...

The most notable thing of the Angel of Death, was their wings and Rosan had a matching description.

Nothing and he meant nothing, would have ever prepared him for such a reveal. The Fleet Admiral felt dizzy as he realized for the past 10 years, Rosan had been causing him all this stress.

How was this… HOW WAS THIS POSSIBLE?!

THE RED DEVIL… WAS THE ANGEL OF DEATH?!

That… that was impossible! But how?!

You were telling him that not only was Rosan the wielder of the Mod Mod no mi…

HE WAS THE SAME PERSON WHO KILLED A CELESTIAL DRAGON?!

"Rosan looks different," Sabo muttered, unfazed by his brothers reveal. If anything, he was more worried about the target on his back now.

Reaper was worth 500 million and Rosan just revealed he had the Mod Mod no mi too. At this rate, his bounty was going to balloon far past his current 300 million.

That was cause for concern.

"He's that famous bounty hunter?" Marco gaped, clashing with Kizaru and shooting Sabo a look of gratitude as the lightning man helped double team the Admiral.

So Ace's brother was the one who had the highest starting bounty? That must have been why no one knew who he was... he must have gone into hiding.

Wow, what a guy.

Whitebeard slammed a quake directly into Akainu's midsection, sending the Admiral flying backwards, and turned to gaze at the source of all the chaos.

"Gurarara! So he uses different disguises," Whitebeard rumbled in amusement, advancing further and further through Marineford.

Reaper was it? So that's who the brat had been... quite the intelligent one!

Crocodile's jaw clenched, refusing to show just how shocked he was at the reveal that the Red Devil, was actually the Angel of Death… who sported a hefty bounty of 500 million.

500 million to the nothing that the redhead had when they first faced off at Alabasta.

"He played me," Crocodile snarled, sands seeping off his body to signify just how annoyed he was by the reveal.

That fucking sneaky bastard pulled a fast one on the entire world… to think this entire time, he was hiding such a dangerous identity.

It was no wonder he was willing to use Crocodile with so little remorse… the Angel of Death had the highest starting bounty of all time.

He was the worst kind of criminal and that meant things like forcefully subjugating Crocodile meant nothing to him.

Reaper... that damned redhead had been toying with him the entire time and that pissed Crocodile off something fierce.

"Hina was right to be so afraid. Hina knew he wasn't normal," Hina shuddered, looking at the waving white hair of the pirate that plagued her nightmares.

Tashigi shook as well, looking into those empty red eyes with a fear that she tried to hide, even despite the massive distance between the two.

So he really had been toying with them back at Alabasta... at any given point in time, he was capable of killing them? Were all the participants of Alabasta just dancing in his palm?

"So this entire time… from the moment he began sailing with the Straw Hats, he's just been toying with the seas," Smoker muttered.

Should he be thankful that Rosan wasn't more active? After all, the East Blue must have been just a playground for him and he didn't do anything at all to warrant how dangerous he actually was.

But yet he hadn't done anything at all... perhaps his hatred truly was focused onto the World Government only.

"H-He's Reaper?" Alvida stammered, removing a mace from a Marine's head and turning towards the former redhead with horrified eyes.

So… so all that time ago, when Rosan had shown up on her island… he really had been Reaper. She had thought it was just one big joke and that the Angel of Death would never show up for her...

Look how that turned out...

You were telling her that since the very start of his journey… Straw Hat had been traveling with this juggernaut of a man?

Aokiji looked at his opponent with a surprised expression.

"So this entire time… you've been the Angel of Death in disguise," he said, gazing at the white haired man with an unreadable expression.

"Correct," Rosan said tonelessly. "I was forced to retire because someone in power saw it fit to enslave me. He is no longer with us though. A fair trade don't you think, Fleet Admiral?"

Aokiji sighed at that. "I figured that's what happened. What an unfortunate run in."

"Hmph. You don't sound too disappointed. Perhaps you understand that it's wrong to attempt to enslave someone and not expect any repercussion," Rosan said softly.

"Perhaps it's best if I don't speak on that," the Admiral said truthfully.

To be completely honest. Kuzan wasn't upset with Rosan's choices whatsoever. The Angel of Death had been doing the seas a service by cleaning up the bounties and one day, he randomly encountered a Celestial Dragon that wished to enslave him.

Such a bizarre turn of events would have only led to Rosan being enslaved, or slapped with a bounty.

No one was willing to become someone's slave and many people would resort to violence to achieve that. To think such an outcome against even the Celestial Dragons was impossible, was incredibly stupid.

In the first place, Aokiji didn't believe the Celestial Dragons should hold so much power but oh well.

"So my cousin is some famous criminal that's not the Red Devil?!" Hancock thought, resisting the urge to jump in his battle.

She had no idea who Reaper was but if Hancock had to guess, Reaper was the version of Rosan that had killed the Celestial Dragon he mentioned to her.

He was so cool!

It didn't matter if Rosan was the devil itself, she would still love him! He was her dear cousin after all!

Sengoku clenched his jaw as Rosan practically confirmed his identity with that sentence alone. If there was any doubt before, all of it was dashed because no information of a Celestial Dragon dying had been released.

If such a thing had had been released, the world would be turned upside down. If even one person learned that someone was bold enough to kill a Celestial Dragon... it would sow the seeds of dissention.

Slowly but surely, until one other psychotic soul attempted to kill a Celestial Dragon.

Sengoku was no fool. If one person publicly announced and showed their dissatisfaction with the rulers of the world, more would eventually stand with them. It was the most common tactic of rebellion. All people needed was one soul brave and crazy enough to voice what they had been secretly thinking...

And Rocks D. Rosan was that soul.

He truly was far too much like his damned uncle.

Plans had changed more drastically then he could ever imagine. The capturing of Rocks D. Rosan had suddenly skyrocketed in their priority list. Having him escape this place was not a possibility he could even slightly entertain.

The Mod Mod no mi, the Angel of Death… the Red Devil, the lover of Nico Robin, the one who hated the World Government, the killer who had done the unthinkable and murdered a Celestial Dragon…

That was enough crimes to put Rosan up there with the worst of criminals… He was a snowball of the most terrible things the world had to offer and that snowball had grown to catastrophic sizes right under their noses.

No that wasn't quite right. He was an avalanche.

Sengoku had thought that Rosan had been silently building his strength but no… he had been perfectly concealing his identity right under their nose and when he finally retired… he played off his importance by joining Straw Hats crew and letting Luffy hog all the attention.

A genius. A masterful tactician who's strength would match that if left alone.

"Capture the Angel of Death at all costs. He is to not escape this place," Sengoku ordered coldly.

Ace shut his eyes, tears falling freely at that order.

Rosan… Rosan revealed everything. He revealed it all because of him.

"I'm sorry, Rosan," Ace sobbed.

"What's there to apologize for?" Rosan asked softly, turning towards his brother. "Some secrets are nothing if I can guarantee your safety. I put family above everything."

Aokiji dashed at speeds too fast to react to and placed a palm directly on Rosan's chest.

"I understand why you did what you did… but orders are orders," Aokiji said frostily.

"Ice Time."

Without any hesitation in his body, he completely froze over the pale haired man, not giving him any chance to do anything.

Best to just nip this in the bud immediately. Rosan was too big of a nuisance to allow to do whatever.

Aokiji blew out a gust of icy wind, noting that the man wasn't screaming this time and he stepped back to gaze at his handiwork.

Just like last time. The redhead was completely frozen from head to toe. This time, there'd be no mercy from Kuzan.

The Admiral actually froze in shock, blinking in surprise, as the frozen statue of the man began shifting in color.

The slightly bluish ice, turned as white as snow, as the frozen Rosan casually moved a hand.

"Such tricks will not work on me any longer," Rosan said softly.

The ice began breaking off his body, seeping onto the floor instead.

Rosan gazed at Aokiji, face still completely frozen, before the redhead tapped it, molding the ice into a frozen mask with a black rose atop it.

"As its avatar, it's only right that I wield the might of the afterlife," Reaper said calmly, wings spreading wide as he spun his scythe.

Ragnarok was fire. Fire was synonymous with dragons and so, it was his right to raze down the world with those unstoppable flames.

Rosan was lightning, as was a computer's right. His body was a machine in top condition and as a result, it needed the necessary power to fuel it.

But Shinigami was a little different.

Reaper was a representation of the afterlife. Cold and lifeless.

That was why his transformation into Reaper chilled his temperament so much. That was why he had failed so much to transform into the Angel…

That was why Rosan acted almost exactly like Reaper the past 12 years without his emotions.

Rosan hadn't channeled Righteous Fury into his transformation… his anger was directly connected to that ice cold castle residing in his body.

The castle shielding all his emotions.

When Rosan had tapped into his fury, he had drawn from the castle instead.

That was why that part of his body was always frozen. That was why when he lost all his emotions, his mindscape had turned into a frozen forest.

That was why the castle was made of pure ice.

He had been wrong when he first created the technique and it was something he had rectified in recent time.

This entire time, Rosan thought Reaper was an Angel… he thought the entire basis of his transformation was an Angel but that was incomplete.

Reaper was no Angel of Death.

Reaper was Death itself.

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Robin was stunned, gazing at the white haired version of Rosan with wide eyes.

He was... immune to Aokiji's Devil Fruit?

But what was this form?

She had never once seen him take a transformation like this... and she knew it had nothing to do with the virus because his sclera weren't black.

So what exactly was this?

Rosan was just... going to keep on improving at an absurd rate wasn't he?

He really did want to make sure she never had anything to worry about any longer... didn't he?

"He looks cool with white hair," Koala pointed out.

"It looks more pale than white," Robin said softly, agreeing with her.

Koala blinked. "There's a difference? Gosh, you're such a nerd, Robin!"

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Raisa felt a little lightheaded at the display she was witnessing.

First and foremost… her son's Devil Fruit was so incredible that there was no way she had never heard of it before.

Modification… it was such an amazing fruit and judging by the bulging anger, Sengoku was aware of what it was.

...His next orders cemented that, when he demanded they capture Rosan at all costs.

That was extreme cause for concern. When the Fleet Admiral demanded such a thing, everyone would listen. The gravity of his orders weren't lost to anyone.

Raisa had been gnawing her lip in worry the longer the war dragged on. Her son expressed no fear, no matter who he was faced against and just rushed ahead with a single minded purpose.

He fought Donquixote Doflamingo without any hesitation, outsmarting him and getting out of the battle with minimal injuries.

He threw everything at Hawkeye, failing and getting bailed out so he could escape…

Then, he faced off against the Hero of the Marines… denouncing him as his family as he stood against him.

Raisa hadn't know Rosan considered Garp his grandpa…

But Garp still considered Rosan his grandson… and that meant he didn't resist what the redhead was about to do to him…

But as Rosan lunged for the kill, one of the worst possible people intercepted him…

Admiral Aokiji…

Raisa, much like Robin, was nearly brought to a panic attack as Rosan faced off with one of the strongest Marine forces on the planet, no fear on his features at all.

Couldn't he have a little fear in his body?! Why did her son face off with anyone without a hint of trepidation in him? He needed to be more considerate to her heartbeat!

Her fear for her son, transformed into abrupt horror as he revealed his secret identity (he had a secret identity?!) to the world.

Rosan… was Reaper?! Raisa didn't know too much about them, but she was aware of the former bounty hunter.

There were even a few times when they were spotted speeding past her island...

Raisa had no idea she had been that close to Rosan.

Surprisingly, this shocked Dalia and Oren more than it did Raisa.

"He's… Reaper?!" Dalia gawked, looking at the black wings of her nephew with bugged eyes. "Our nephew is the crazy guy that got 500 million as his first bounty?! He's really that guy?!"

Oren let out a disbelieving laugh at that. "To think that little psycho was parading around as the Angel of Death when he was only a kid. He's a maniac alright. It's no wonder he's not afraid of anyone."

"You two know of him?" Raisa asked quietly, wanting to hear anything about Rosan.

"We always wanted to meet them but we were in the Grand Line and they were way too elusive. Dalia was a fan of his," Oren rumbled in amusement.

"A huge fan!" Dalia gushed with starry eyes, squealing happily. "Do you see how glorious those wings are? Kami look at it in combination with his white hair! No wonder no one even knew his gender, our little Rosan is seriously hot! He's got a serious fashion sense too! I wanna go shopping with him!"

Fan was clearly an understatement… Raisa had no idea Dalia was a superfan of her son who happened to the most infamous bounty hunter…

"Would you stop calling my son hot? It doesn't matter how true it is, you need some decorum," Raisa said with a scary scowl, glaring at her little sister.

"B-But Raisa!" Dalia whined. "He looks like you and I call you hot all the time!"

"It's normally followed by her staring at your ass when you aren't paying attention," Oren pointed out.

Dalia froze at that and shot Oren a betrayed look.

"I-I just wanted to know what workouts you did! I also do squats you know!" she tried.

If anything, Raisa's glare deepened and Dalia began laughing nervously.

"Be glad that I want to pay undivided attention to this footage, pervert," Raisa reprimanded, idly scooting away from Dalia.

She truly was thankful for this, the footage of the Den Den Mushi showcasing the war to her island had abruptly cut and Raisa, who had only been paying attention to Rosan's perspective, had waltzed right back into her room to watch the rest of the war.

The queen gnawed her lip once more as Rosan refused to back down from the Admiral. Her son just stood there rigidly in a way that made her gut curl.

"Please be fine, Rosan," she whispered.

She wanted to speak to her son again. Just one conversation with him and Raisa had felt better than she ever had.

Just a glimpse into his life and she was filled with emotions she'd never been filled with.

The thrill… the fear… the joy at the simple things that made him happy…

Raisa wanted to see it all. So Rosan needed to survive this battle.

"Please," she shut her eyes.

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It was impossible to tell what Rosan was thinking right now. His face was completely shielded by the modified ice mask.

His pale white hair flowed, cascading down his back and his outfit transformed into a pure black kimono, that blended well with his obsidian black wings.

"Rosan?"

"Yes, Mod-chan?"

"Are… you there?"

"I am. I suppose you are curious about this technique?"

Mod shuddered at the emotionless tone, a small part of her panicking that Rosan was back to the nightmares of having no emotions.

"Mod-chan, it's still me. I still have my emotions, this form just mutes them. You still have Rosan, don't worry," Rosan soothed, never taking his gaze off the serious Aokiji.

Mod let out a small shuddering sigh at that, swelling in relief.

She couldn't… Mod couldn't handle losing Rosan again.

"You won't lose me," Rosan soothed in that neutral tone of his. "I promise Mod-chan, we'll all get out of this and I'll give you the biggest hug to assuage your worries."

"Please be careful… son."

"Of course mom."

This new form of his, was one Rosan discovered as he delved deeper into the intricacies of how Shinigami worked.

Because of his sole desire to use it as a throwaway disguise… Rosan never truly understood the nature of his form. He thought that the wings being black instead of white, just showcased how he had been tainted by the world…

And he was right… to an extent.

Shinigami was just that… a Shinigami.

Rosan had continuously mislabeled it as an Angel and his general lack of interest in using it outside of business… meant he hadn't reached his full potential with the technique like he had with Ragnarok.

Shinigami had been half complete until he discovered there was more to it. The wings were only one part of the transformation…

There was so much more to explore. Rosan was transforming into an avatar of death after all…

And now he believed it. Shinigami did not draw on righteous anger to succeed.

It drew on the cold and dark feelings in his body… the feelings that Rosan had been subjected to for the past 12 years. It was almost childs play to delve back into that familiar sensation.

Reaper let loose a full wave of his conquerors, causing those who were too weak to faint…

Those who didn't, felt as if they were hallucinating… due to seeing a hazy shadow flowing from Rosan.

It was like death itself was staring down at them and the Marines thanked the stars that Aokiji was facing off with the Red Devil.

"So that's it... you've been using Shinigami to only its half potential this entire time."

"Fascinating," Pestilence muttered, eyes gleaming.

Aokiji barely flinched as that pressure washed over him.

"Resisting my ice won't win you this battle, Rosan," Aokiji said truthfully, putting a hand on his neck and exhaling tiredly.

"The gap between us is too large," Reaper agreed quietly, spinning his scythe. "But I have too much to lose. Never corner a wild animal. I will do everything needed to ensure my victory."

"That won't be enough," Aokiji informed him, ice creeping from his body.

"…"

Reaper's eyes glowed ominously.

"A lie."

With that, he was off.

It had been a long time since Rosan had utilized the scythe in life or death but it was as if he were calling to an old friend again.

Aokiji leaned away from the side swipe, looking impressed by how speedily it cut through the air.

Reaper was unfazed. He abruptly shifted the blade in his grip and adjusted the angle to transform the side swipe into a downward swing instead.

As it cut into Aokiji, the parts that were struck merely turned a bluish-white, signifying another failure.

Before he could leave himself open to retaliation, Reaper flapped his wings harshly, ensuring the scythe didn't crash into the ground and embed itself there.

"Ice Block: Partisan."

He adjusted himself midair, just in time to avoid the first two spears flying towards him, but the next crashed into his torso.

His already abused Raid Suit, did the best it could and even despite his new found strengths against ice, that didn't stop the spears from being incredibly sharp.

Reaper barely flinched as they sunk into him and he merely ripped the blades out, transforming the material from ice to steel.

Aokiji didn't bother dodging the returning spears, allowing the metal to phase harmlessly through his body... but his eyes narrowed as a white aura began pouring out of Rosan.

The Shinigami's own ice began filling the air around him and Aokiji couldn't stop the slight confusion at that. He was sure Rosan was well aware that Ice wouldn't work on him at all so what did this achieve?

His questions were soon solved, as the constant dots of ice filling the air transformed into another shape.

Now Aokiji was slightly on guard, as sharp shurikens made of ice... suddenly turned into sharp shurikens made of steel.

"Since Ice is a solid material... that means we can grasp and modify it," Mod said in realization.

"Snowfall," Reaper said gently, pointing his scythe forward.

At once, the ludicrous amount of shurikens began descending.

It's not like this attack would affect Aokiji in the slightest, but the soldiers behind him weren't as fortunate...

"Ice Block: Pheasant Beak."

Aokiji released a massive wave of ice, that took the shape of a pheasant. It screeched and soared through the air, crashing through the descending shurikens.

Reaper only had a moment to throw up his scythe, watching as the pole clashed with a blade of ice.

Before he could get pushed back fully, he angled himself to get launched into the air and righted himself once more.

He spun his scythe for a moment, before transforming it into a pair of pistols.

With one, he began shooting salvo after salvo at Aokiji. Each bullet flew through the air, burning red with fire.

As they flew through the air, Rosan aimed the other pistol and began shooting out... air?

"Troubling," Aokiji sighed, watching as the pressurized air collided with the flaming bullets, turning them into what could practically be described as a meteor shower.

They streaked through the air, flames consuming the oxygen and growing stronger as a result. Screeches of horror rang through the battlefield as bullets careened towards them with lethal intent.

"Ice Wall."

Sighs of relief rang out, as a giant wall of pure ice formed. The blazing bullets clashed with the wall, causing a great bout of steam to form as they cancelled each other out.

The Shinigami wouldn't let that deter him. He was prepared to begin yet another barrage of attacks but he was thwarted abruptly.

"That's enough of that. It's clear fighting you at a range is more trouble than it's worth," Aokiji sighed.

"Ice Glove."

Reaper had no time at all, to react to the fist crashing into his face.

The mask he donned, shattered instantly as one of the strongest punches he ever received was delivered to his body.

"ROSAN!" Mod shouted in concern, watching the redhead get sent flying backwards, a trail of blood following him.

The redhead soared through the air, farther and farther away from the execution platform and he would have gotten sent to Whitebeard's ship, if not for him catching his flight midair.

Blood spilled from his mouth and broken nose, as he forcefully adjusted the appendage.

"Are... you okay?" Mod asked, watching as Rosan spat out multiple teeth that had already been replaced.

"I did not expect a Logia to have such a powerful punch. That reminded me of Garp," Reaper said, clutching his jaw and moving it back and forth.

So Aokiji could throw a punch too... A Logia with exceptional physical capabilities was rather difficult to go against.

He didn't make a noise of discomfort as his bones snapped back into place and the Angel of Death merely flexed his wing and flew back towards the Admiral poised to give chase.

He could not let the battle stray too far from Ace. That would be less than desirable.

"If there's one thing I respect about you, Red Devil... it's your complete lack of fear," Aokiji said truthfully, summoning another ice blade and leaping to meet the redhead.

Reaper and Aokiji were a whirlwind of action, the redhead utilized his scythe like it were a pocket knife, swinging it with dreadful speed and agility…

To no success at all, none of his attacks were connecting to Aokiji. Even with the solution of Armament, Aokiji could still transform his body into ice to avoid even Haki imbued strikes.

They clashed repeatedly, Aokiji catching every one of Rosan's swings with lazy ease.

He was making absolutely no headway and it didn't appear that he was going to be getting help...

What to do, what to do...

He transformed his scythe into two kusarigamas, spinning the chained sickle as he resumed his assault anew.

"You use a lot of interesting weapons at a high degree of proficiency," Aokiji noted, breaking apart and reforming from the wild swings.

Reaper spun the chains rapidly and ignited one with fire, while the other chilled over with ice.

"Modify: Size."

Everyone watched with wide eyes, as the sickled chains suddenly grew massively in size, still glowing with their respective elements.

Almost like they were battle ropes, Reaper began violently swinging each with reckless abandon.

He would swing the icy one first, followed by the fiery one.

Naturally it all failed to touch Aokiji. In fact, the attacks didn't even seem to be for him. Sure some connected, but Aokiji merely summoned an Ice Wall that blocked the fiery one.

"It looks like you're throwing a tantrum, Red Devil," Aokiji pointed out, watching as more and more steam erupted.

Reaper said nothing and Aokiji sighed.

Seems like that punch had affected him more than he let on. This truly did look like the pirate was looking for anything that would work on him—

The sounds of the chains lashing out stopped and Aokiji perked a brow at seeing them embedded into the ground next to them.

Reaper huffed and began sparking a sinister shade of red. "Emp: Superconductivity."

Aokiji blinked in confusion, before his body seized up.

Out of nowhere, a truly enormous surge of electricity appeared around the wet area where Rosan had been indiscriminately attacking.

Except he had not been indiscriminately attacking. He had been setting up a trap.

Fire and Ice, clashing with each other and forming a steam that hid the fact that the ground was growing steadily more soaked. As the fire and ice clashed, the ice began to melt.

It only became easier as Aokiji set up an Ice Wall. It gave him more steam and more water.

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But that would never be enough to stop an Admiral... so Reaper had to get a little creative and he needed Aokiji and his body to do it.

The Logia was made of ice after all... which meant that he would serve as a perfect superconductor. When lightning reacted with something below a certain temperature, that something would conduct the electricity without resistance.

The results? Aokiji taking the full brunt of his electric trap.

The red sparks all converged onto one location, causing a bonfire of pure electricity.

"No way..." someone said in horror, backing away from the shrieking lightning.

It was so loud. They could barely hear their own thoughts due to the cacophony of noise erupting from Rosan's location.

Reaper let loose a tiny breath as he watched the electricity.

He didn't think that was going to put him down for the count. Aokiji was still an Admiral so his best course of action, was to just push onward—

Reaper made no sound, as a blade of ice pierced his cloak effortlessly and stabbed partially into his midsection. Despite the ice not freezing his insides like it normally would… he still got stabbed and it hurt quite a lot.

"Well I'm shocked," Aokiji said dryly, smoke wafting off his body. "I actually felt that. Way to catch me by surprise, Red Devil."

"Not even a second of respite?" Reaper asked curiously.

"It was an ingenious attack which is why I got hit by it. I'm surprised you thought of it so quickly but I guess those are the perks of being a genius," Aokiji replied, looking utterly unbothered by the fact that he had been shocked by so many volts.

"The Admirals are on a different level," Mod said in disbelief. Was the gap between them truly this large?

Reaper was inclined to agree.

This battle was not one that could be won. He stood a resounding 0% chance of defeating Aokiji…

How troublesome.

Reaper grunted and decided on the next course of action, pulling himself away from the blade wielded by Aokiji.

His human half was going to dislike this but there was no other option.

It was time for his last resort.

"Auto Mode."

Order's implanted, Reaper began his assault anew.

Aokiji's eyes narrowed slightly, as his Observation Haki suddenly stopped working, while Reaper launched himself at him with a renewed ferocity.

That didn't change the gap in their skills… but Aokiji noted that Rosan had thrown all signs of safety away, all for the sake of hitting him.

Aokiji began weaving between the wild and precise swings, noting that each one was attempting to skewer him through a vital organ.

He froze the katana right as it crashed into his abdomen, watching as the ice was instantly converted to Rosan's and melted on a dime.

The blank faced man transformed the katana into a set of gloves and clapped his hands together, causing a red explosion to engulf the both of them.

Both came out unscathed, despite the fact the attack connected with them both.

"No safety and all offense," Aokiji sighed. "That won't help you at all."

Reaper swung wildly and Aokiji dodged it, stabbing into his arm in order to render it useless…

But to his shock, Rosan didn't retreat to let the heal wound…

No alarmingly enough, the psychopath, with the ice blade still inside of him, lunged even closer to him.

"What in the world?" Aokiji thought, stunned by the raw insanity displayed by Rosan.

Reaper ignore the blade completely piercing him through his arm, hell bent on continuing his assault.

The quite frankly, unhealthily unstable move caught Aokiji by such surprise, he didn't see the hand racing towards his body until Rosan grasped him.

"Modification: Save Point."

Aokiji had no time to react at all, considering the hand was grasping him and in an instant, his body vanished.

"Mission Complete," Reaper said automatically, as his Auto Mode finished its assignment of sending Aokiji to the Pocket Dimension.

It wasn't something he truly wanted to do but... if it came down to it, Rosan always had his Pocket Dimension as his last resort.

Now he'd just have to carefully avoid Aokiji while traversing through it if worse came to worst.

"Goodness, Rosan. That has to hurt," Mod said, gnawing her lips in visible concern. Right now she just wanted to hug and squeeze her son and go to sleep. This was too much for her.

"It certainly doesn't feel great... but I've felt worse and I've used the ice to numb the pain."

He huffed and ripped the blade of ice out of his arm, noting that if he were anyone else, his arm would likely be rendered useless for the rest of his life.

Thankfully, he wasn't anyone else.

His tendons began repairing themselves as his wounds shut, body patching up from the intense battle.

Reaper resisted the urge to let out an exhausted pant. He had been run ragged and it was truly catching up to him now.

"Just a little more Rosan. You're almost there," Mod encouraged.

"Yeah Father! You got this!" Ram cheered.

He took a deep breath and nodded, purple bleeding back into his right eye as the oppressive blanket over his emotions vanished slightly.

"W-WHAT HAPPENED TO ADMIRAL AOKIJI?!"

"I-I DON'T KNOW! ONE SECOND HE WAS THERE AND THE NEXT, GONE!"

That scream seemed to bring everyone's attention to Rosan and the Angel of Death merely let his wings rest idly, as all his injuries healed back up.

His purposeful show worked perfectly as intended.

All around, Rosan watched as people began sweating in horror at realizing that one of their big sources of power was gone, at the hands of someone who had no current injuries.

"I-Is he immortal...? I saw some of the hits he was taking... there's no way!"

"His arm nearly fell off and now look at it! Not even a scar!"

Fear. So much fear. It washed over him like a tidal wave.

His display worked perfectly. Morale had taken a horrendous hit and with Whitebeard rampaging down there, they were quickly losing hope.

Rosan turned towards the execution stand and made eye contact with the stunned Sengoku.

He was utterly exhausted but he could keep going.

He would keep going. He would not stop until all his brothers were safe.

The white haired scout attempted to take a step, only to find that his movements were completely restricted and he silently turned his head to see one Donquixote Doflamingo.

There was a vein on the man's face, contrasting the amusement he felt earlier when Rosan had gotten rid of the clouds and the man was practically glaring at him through those shades.

Rosan sighed. "How did you survive?" he asked blandly.

"Reaper, eh?" Doffy laughed, ignoring his question. "To think our very first meeting would be at Marineford of all places! I've been waiting a long time to meet you because we have many things to talk about!"

Rosan said nothing for a moment.

"You have no desire to kill me right now even despite the fact I can reveal your secret to the world," he said calmly, boring a hole into Doflamingo. "It would be in your best interest to leave now and we'll deal with this another time."

Doffy raised a brow at that, tightening the strings wrapped around Rosan as proof that he was more than capable of doing such a thing.

Rosan tilted his head and activated Save Point, vanishing out of the strings tightening on him and appearing right next to Luffy.

Doflamingo immediately made to pursue, until he was forced to block a golden hook.

"Wow Crocodile, working with someone else? I'm jealous," the Warlord taunted.

Crocodile glared gravely at him. "No one's killing that redhead but me. I'll kill you if you interfere."

"Is that so?!" Doffy laughed, breaking off from the Warlord. "Fine, I'm done here then."

Despite wanting to get to know Reaper more, if Doflamingo stayed any longer, he risked getting his secret identity revealed and if that happened…

Well a certain Emperor wouldn't be happy about that.

Doflamingo would get his hands on Reaper eventually. It was inevitable…

He had been patiently waiting all this time, it would only take a little longer and now that he had a face behind the mask, it was guaranteed.

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Rosan appeared right next to the Luffy making amazing headway.

His little brother had charged towards Ace with a single-minded focus and none of the remaining Marines had been enough to stop the exhausted rubber boy.

Rosan's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Luffy, did you take another one of those super hormone shots?" Rosan asked, looking at his extensive injuries.

Luffy turned towards his white haired brother. "N-No!" he lied.

"Liar," Rosan scowled. emotions rushing through effortlessly. "You weren't supposed to take two! Just one is dangerous for you!"

"I'll be fine!" Luffy denied. "We're almost there! I'll go to sleep after!"

Luffy had been having a bit of a rough time this war but with Iva and Jinbe supporting him, he managed to make amazing progress.

Rosan frowned and sighed. They were almost there. There was no point in causing in issue right now but afterwards, Luffy was going to be in a lot of trouble.

"Okay, fine. Just remember the plan, alright," he whispered, lunging ahead as he took stock of the situation.

Whitebeard was taking out waves of enemies despite his accumulating injuries, Akainu seemed to be licking his wounds somewhere, Aokiji was gone, Kizaru was locked in combat with two formidable monsters…

And Rosan and Luffy were soaring up the execution stand. There was hardly anyone left to stop them.

"DID YOU FORGET ABOUT ME?!" Sengoku roared, transforming before their eyes. He turned gargantuan in size, body turning gold as a bright light expanded from the Fleet Admiral.

"The Hito Hito no Mi, Model: Buddha."

A god huh...

"A god following the wills of scummy humans. You must be so proud of yourself, Fleet Admiral," Rosan taunted.

Sengoku scowled furiously. "Enough of this, Rosan! This has gone on long enough!"

Rosan gazed coolly at him and immediately rushed the Fleet Admiral.

He saw the giant fist approaching his body, shining gold with might and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"ROSAN!" Ace shouted in worry, watching his brother meet it head on.

At the last second, Rosan preformed a flip in midair, landing atop the man's fist and gliding across it, ice forming on his feet as he slid up Sengoku's arm.

"Ice Skates."

Sengoku scowled in annoyance as the ice on his arm began growing like a parasite, attempting to freeze him fully.

So he truly had control over all these elements...

But how? In what world did something like the Mod Mod no mi give the redhead these abilities? Such a thing was preposterous to think about!

He slammed forward with a fist, blowing Rosan away and the ice as well.

Then, he struck out with his palm and summoned a shockwave that Rosan hastily flew out of the way of.

The Fleet Admiral was hellbent on making sure Rosan didn't get away. He glared at the troublesome redhead with fury in his eyes and Rosan sneered back.

"Snow White," Rosan said softly.

A sudden blizzard of ice flew towards Sengoku, attempting to bury him beneath it all.

The Buddha thrusted another palm out, dispelling the terrible cold and sending Rosan flying back from the impact.

The computer man righted himself and huffed, glaring at Sengoku.

"You know what my Devil Fruit is I guess?" Rosan asked, hair turning red once more as stretched the kinks out of his body.

Sengoku glared at him. "To think that all these years… you were the one who wielded the Mod Mod no mi. I considered it a small blessing that we saw no signs of it in 20 years… but now I see that we've reached the worst possible scenario."

"Hmph," Mod scoffed. She would heavily disagree. This was the best possible scenario for her.

Rosan sneered at him. "A fruit that has caused the death of all their previous wielders… wielded by someone who despises the World Government. Really makes you think, huh?" he asked mockingly.

"Well now that I don't have to hide it anymore, understand that everything that I do now is because of you, Sengoku. You sit at the top of this corrupt system and defend horrible human beings so I'm going to make you pay. It's not going to be today, it's not going to be tomorrow but one day, you will watch me rip those gods out of their heaven," Rosan swore.

Sengoku clenched his jaw.

To think that the witchhunt for Roger's child, would give birth to a monster even worse than the infant. They were fully to blame for the meteoric rise of Portgas D. Rosan…

At the very least, Ace had not done anything too horrific.

But Rosan? Rosan had destroyed a Marine Base, destroyed an important Marine stronghold and had killed a Celestial Dragon.

It was truly awful luck that it had to have been this boy of all people who gained resentment for the World Government.

If it were any other child, this little tantrum of theirs would be nothing. It would be nothing new to have a child grow up loathing what they stood for...

But it wasn't just any other child that detested the World Government. It was this boy right here, standing across from him with access to things he never should have been allowed access to.

Rosan was not the biological child of Roger… he was the biological child of a Rocks. He was the nephew of one of the most dangerous men he had ever had the displeasure of knowing…

And that child had access to a Devil Fruit that should have never left the World Government's grasp…

The Mod Mod no mi.

How did Rosan manage to survive? Ever since they began testing with it, not a single person lived long enough to become proficient in its abilities…

All there was, was a nauseating black miasma seeping off the desecrated corpse as they once more began the search for the Devil Fruit that refused to submit.

But Rosan was not only using it… he was so proficient with it, that he was able to disguise it as at least two different fruits…

For more than a decade, this boy had been perfectly honing a Devil Fruit that no one in recent time had been able to control.

"You've been underestimated your entire life, Portgas D. Rosan. I will be the first to fully acknowledge just how dangerous you are," Sengoku said stonily.

Rosan smiled much to his confusion. "You speak as if I didn't account for this. I wanted to be underestimated and now I've decided that underestimating me is no longer necessary."

"It's convenient being able to control the information you let out about yourself, isn't that right, Fleet Admiral?"

Sengoku glanced warily at Rosan. "What are you talking about?"

Rosan chuckled. "Didn't I tell you? Today is not the day where I hunt you down and make you watch your sins catching up to you. I'm only here to distract you."

Sengoku's confusion only lasted a moment, before a great gust of fire erupted from where the execution stands were.

But how?! Ace was chained down and the key was nowhere out here! Why would they have it out? This was an execution!

"I secretly gave some people keys to unlock his cuffs. I mean, why would I expect you guys to have his keys conveniently lying around," Rosan snorted, waving a key around.

"Thanks for the Devil Fruit, Sengoku. I'm happy you ran her away to me because she's mine now," he said truthfully.

Rosan grinned brilliantly at the flames, even as Sengoku roared and charged him.

The two began fighting in earnest, all while Ace and Luffy made their getaway and Rosan made sure Sengoku made no attempt to capture them again…

Rosan was utilizing almost expert evasion techniques, completely unwilling to get hit even once by the Buddha.

As Sengoku shot shockwave after shockwave after him, Rosan would fly above it, summon a wall to block it, utilize a barrier...

Sengoku nearly felt his blood vessels threatening to pop as Rosan played keep away.

He was clearly no longer interested in battling after the war he put his body through and as a result, he was showing how frustrating he could truly be.

The redhead suddenly stilled, before his eyes went wide and he immediately disengaged from the one sided fight by disappearing.

Sengoku watched him go with a furious expression.

"CAPTURE THEM ALL! DON'T LET ANYONE ESCAPE!"

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Ace couldn't believe it.

He was free. His youngest and most reckless brother had actually managed to free him while his oldest and equally reckless brother fought everyone who approached him.

They had actually done it. Sabo, Luffy, Rosan… they had shown up and set their dumb brother free.

He was so happy that he could cry.

Ace didn't… he didn't want to die yet… There was so much more he had to witness. Sabo had regained his memories.

His brother, who he had thought was dead for 10 years, was here in the flesh and was capable of remembering everything that had been his childhood.

He was back and Ace wanted to connect so badly with that version of his brother.

Not to mention... Rosan. His older brother. His oldest brother.

Rosan got his emotions back. He actually got them back!

To see how expressive his oldest brother suddenly was. It was so different than the Rosan he had known.

Watching the anger, the fear, the happiness... the utter insanity!

The Rosan that had been spoken about as if he were a myth was actually here and alive and Ace was so damn happy to see him.

If he had died, he never would have gotten to know this Rosan that he had desperately wanted to meet.

No that wasn't quite right. If Ace died, maybe no one would be able to see this version of Rosan.

Because Ace was loved. Rosan loved Ace with all his heart.

Rosan thought Ace deserved to be alive and because of that, Ace had to live. He needed to live for his brothers sake.

And he wanted to live with his family. He wanted to see them as often as he could. He wanted to laugh and party with them as they chatted about anything.

Such thoughts filled him with an indescribable longing and Ace realized, this was what it meant to be alive. Always looking forward to another day. Having people to love and being loved by those same people.

Ace... Ace wanted to live. Ace found the reason he had been born!

If Ace knew all that... then why?

Why couldn't he stop being stupid for one second?

He knew he didn't want to die… so why did he let such simple provocations get to him?

Admiral Akainu was a battered and seething mess due to his altercation with Whitebeard.

At the sight of the rejuvenated Edward Newgate, fighting as if he were 20 years younger, the magma man had attempted to slow down his rampage to the best of abilities.

That was a mistake.

With the other Admirals occupied, Whitebeard focused all his attention on Akainu and the result was less than desirable for him.

So he beat a hasty retreat to lick his wounds but in that time span… things had somehow gone from bad to worse.

The Admiral watched in some disbelief at the swift turn of events.

Kuzan was nowhere to be seen, Borsalino was being occupied by the Phoenix and Revolutionary and somehow Fire Fist had been set free…

And now they were trying to make a run for it. They had the audacity to try and make a run for it.

With the freedom of Ace, Whitebeard had announced that their job here was done so it was time for them to leave Marineford.

But that wasn't all.

Whitebeard himself was choosing to stay behind and was going to attempt to take out both Marineford and himself in one fell swoop.

With how much power he was currently outputting, no one doubted he'd be able to do that.

Akainu wiped the blood off his mouth and made to chase the fleeing pirates. None would escape on his watch but he needed to handle this carefully...

"Typical pirate scum, running from something they can't handle," Akainu commented idly, magma rolling off his body as he ignored his injuries. "But that's to be expected, just look at who their captain is," he grunted.

"What did you just say?" Ace said, abruptly stopping and turning around.

...With just that sentence alone, Ace had sealed his fate because Ace would never let anyone talk down on someone he loved and respected.

Akainu cocked his head in slight confusion, magma rolling off his body as the freed prisoner turned to face him.

"Your real father stood in his way and took everything Whitebeard hoped to attain. He's an eternal loser. I'm speaking the truth," Akainu said gruffly.

"A man hailed to be the strongest, amassing a crew and ruling the seas for decades... and he couldn't even become Pirate King. Whitebeard is a loser."

Ace clenched his fist. "Take that back right now."

"Ace what are you doing?!" Luffy shouted. "C'mon let's go!"

"GET OUT OF THERE ACE! WE'VE ALREADY WON!"

"He's just trying to provoke you, Ace! Stop!"

Sabo perked up at that, picking up the conversation from the other side of the battlefield where he was retreating. He turned towards the noise and felt his eyes narrow slightly.

"Ace is facing off with the Admiral?" Sabo said in concern. "Shit! Stop trying to talk reason into him! Ace will never back down from a fight! You need to be more forceful!" he shouted, sparks surging off his body.

Ace was no longer listening. He was seething furiously as he turned towards Akainu and prepared to engage in battle.

"The name of this era is Whitebeard!" Ace roared, flames roaring off his body as he launched himself towards Akainu.

That had been the biggest mistake he made yet because Ace was strong… but Akainu was stronger.

And he was made aware of that as Akainu sneered at him…

"Arrogant fool," was all Akainu said, meeting him head on.

The Admiral met his fire with magma overpowered Ace effortlessly.

"Argh!" Ace howled, burns covering his body as he was launched back.

"You must think you're invincible because of that Logia," Akainu rumbled, magma rolling off his body. "My magma is far superior to your fire. Even you can be burned."

Ace was left a writhing mess, as the burns scalded his skin… He huffed in shock, body already weakened from his treatment these past few days.

He wheezed, hearing the footsteps of the magma man approaching him.

"To think that the sons of Roger, Dragon and Rocks would be blood related," Akainu stated, almost not believing such a thing. "Criminals by blood, converging together. It seems almost fateful that you will all meet your end here. Three dangerous bloodlines, quelled in a single war."

Akainu sneered. "Watch. No one will escape."

Huh?

Ace looked up in confusion and felt his eyes widen in horror.

Akainu wasn't targeting him.

He was targeting Luffy.

Luffy was at his limit. The second hormone shot had worn off far quicker than the first and it had caused him to lose almost all the power in his legs.

Ace watched in horror as the Admiral soared over to the fallen Luffy's position, fist at the ready to impale him and he moved without thinking to intercept the attack.

"Huh?!" Luffy's eyes widened in shock, at seeing Akainu soaring over to him.

At the speed he was going, the fallen Luffy would have no time at all to dodge or block the attack from the Admiral and the rubber boy could only watch helplessly as certain death reached him…

Ace rushed over without a second thought, flying in front of the attack in order to weather the blow in Luffy's stead.

He hissed in agony as the magma hit his body, body screaming at the horrible pain and ruining the tattoo on his back…

But to Ace's slight confusion, that was all he felt. The boiling magma hissing on parts of his skin… as if it… as if it spilled onto him instead of connecting directly.

A cold feeling, one that Ace hadn't felt in a terribly long time, coursed through his body and he hesitantly turned around to figure out why he was still alive.

What he saw, would forever be ingrained into his mind until the day he actually died because… because Ace saw...

He saw...

A giant fist of magma punching through his oldest brother.

"I… actually made it in time," Rosan rasped, even as Akainu removed the fist from his stomach.

"Oh?" Akainu mused, nonplussed by striking his unintended target and surveying the handiwork.

"R-Rosan?! ROSAN?!" Mod shouted in disbelief, eyes going wide in horror as tears immediately began forming.

"FATHER?!" Ram screeched in terror.

Pestilence shut their eyes and sighed.

There was a gaping hole in the redhead's midsection, organs fried beyond recognition as the magma destroyed his insides…

But despite that, Rosan looked relieved.

Ace stood rooted to his spot, unable to believe what was happening. His mouth was open as a dozen feelings coursed through him at once.

Rosan let out a raspy laugh.

"I'm glad I was able to… make it in time. Who knows what… woulda happened if I was too slow," the redhead said quietly, collapsing onto his knees as his eyes began flickering repeatedly.

"Just hold on, Rosan! It'll be okay. Just let me handle it! I'll fix this!" Mod said frantically, immediately rushing out of their home to find a solution.

No… no no no.

"No way..." Marco said in disbelief, silenced to nothing as he saw the action of the Red Devil.

He... he jumped in the way of the attack meant to kill Ace?

"Fool," Crocodile spat, clenching his fist tightly as his bad move nearly boiled over. "Throwing it all away for one idiots mistake."

Garp stumbled back, clutching his chest in disbelief and horror as he saw Rosan fall to the floor.

"This can't..." Garp said to himself, tears of shock forming in his eyes as he collapsed to the floor, blood pooling from the wound Rosan had inflicted onto him. "This can't be..."

"I thought you were better than them, Garp."

Hancock felt her heart stop completely, letting out an unintentional scream of anguish as an indescribable pain overtook her. She abruptly collapsed to her knees, clutching her chest as breathing became harder and harder.

"T-The Snake Empress has been h-hit?" someone shouted in confusion, looking for the unknown attacker.

"R-Rosan?" Luffy whispered so quietly you could barely hear him. "R-ROSAN?!" The rubber boy screamed hysterically, rushing his oldest brother with frantic eyes.

Sabo felt time slow to a crawl as the momentum was abruptly ripped out of his body. His eyes were wide, heartbeat pounding far faster than a normal human, as he saw Rosan collapsing to the floor, a gaping hole in his stomach.

He had been too slow. No... that couldn't be true. Sabo had become lightning... so why had he been too slow?

"ROSAN?!" Sabo screamed, rushing the redhead without any hesitation. "Shit shit no! This wasn't... it wasn't supposed to be like this! I was supposed to keep you safe!" he said frantically, hoisting the redhead up.

"Sabo," Rosan greeted peacefully. "I'm glad I got to embrace you as soon as you got your memories back... I'm glad I got to see you remember."

Sabo shuddered at Rosan's tone. "No Rosan. What do you think you're talking about?! Why are you talking like that?!" he said frantically, surging with electricity.

He hastily put a hand over Rosan's heart and sent a weak jolt through his body.

Rosan simply laughed weakly. "You're supposed to do that when my hearts stopped you know?"

"No, I don't know! I don't know a damn thing about this power and you have to be here to help me!" Sabo said hysterically, pumping Rosan's chest fruitlessly.

"Ah... I'm sorry. I think if you ask Nami, she'll be able to help you out a lot," Rosan admitted truthfully.

The ring on Rosan's fingers shuddered so violently, that it made the stunned spectators jolt back in confusion.

Mihawk's eyes widened, taken aback by the sudden change of events, as the ring on Rosan's finger transformed into a young woman.

So that was Ram?

Ram rushed out with wide horrified eyes, clutching Rosan and letting out a gut wrenching wail at all the blood in her hands.

"WHY ARE YOU TALKING LIKE THAT F-FATHER?!" she shrieked in agony, putting her head to his chest and letting out another cry.

"Ram…" Rosan said softly, holding a strand of her silver hair with a small smile. "I never told you this but I'm really glad you ended up looking like Meiko… it makes you so beautiful and it reminds me, that I'll always have a piece of her with me."

Ram sobbed. "W-What the hell are you talking about father?! Stop saying stuff like that! You're talking like you're dead!"

Rosan just laughed wetly at that, throwing up blood in the process as he attempted to squeeze Ram's arm.

That snapped Ace out of his daze and the second commander shakily stumbled over to his older brother's position.

"My name is Portgas D. Rosan. I'm 14 years old and I'm... your older brother."

"Mom sacrificed her life for you because she loved you. Don't tarnish her final action by questioning your existence. Live your life to the fullest, until you find a reason to live, if you have to."

"Of course I love you. I wouldn't have been so afraid to meet you if I didn't."

"Y-You… you idiot," Ace whispered, tears forming in his eyes. "YOU IDIOT! ROSAN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" he roared in fury.

He resisted the urge to cry as the reality of the situation crushed him to the floor.

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?! I WAS THE ONE BEING STUPID! I-I DIDN'T ASK YOU TO DO THIS!" He howled, stumbling forward until he collapsed.

Rosan turned those brilliant eyes, the ones that Ace had never seen shining so brightly before, towards him.

"What type of older brother would I be… if I could stop my little idiot siblings from getting killed and I didn't take it?" Rosan asked truthfully. "I'm the oldest you know? It's my job to guide my foolish family towards a future where they are forgiven for their mistakes. Don't think I… regret what I did for a second."

Ace shook his head furiously, tears falling in spades from his eyes. "That's not fair... you can't just say stuff like that!"

"W-What are you talking about Rosan?!" Luffy stammered in horror, gazing shakily at the wound on his brothers body. "This is nothing! You can just heal... W-Why aren't you healing?!"

Rosan coughed. "I think I've healed too much today. I don't have enough energy to restore these wounds… everyone's had their eyes on me since this whole thing started so… the stone is all petered out."

From his fight with Magellan, to battling all the Warlords and finally, his war with Aokiji...

Rosan was spent. He had been well and truly exhausted.

"So we'll just get you medical attention! It's my fault! I shouldn't have made you do so much so I'll fix this!" Sabo said urgently. "You've got crazy healing! We just need to stabilize you!" he practically pleaded.

"I don't know… if there's any stabilizing this," Rosan said quietly.

No… no no no no no.

"STOP LYING ROSAN!" Luffy screamed with tears in his eyes. "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! YOU TOLD ME YOU'D NEVER DIE! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE THERE WHEN I BECOME KING OF PIRATES! Y-You're my first friend..."

"I know… I'm sorry, Lu. I'm just a big liar," Rosan said earnestly, tears brimming in his eyes at actually lying to his precious family. "I was more worried about you guys then I was myself… I didn't actually think it was going to happen. I'm really sorry."

"R-Rosan… it… it'll be okay. I'm here for you," Mod said in distraught, curling into herself as tears fell freely.

She couldn't... she couldn't find any way to save him. He was right, the stone had healed too much.

He... he didn't h-have the...

"I'm here for you!" Mod wailed, letting out a scream of agony as she sobbed hysterically.

That broke the redhead completely and Rosan felt his tears fall freely, a look of anguish crossing over his face.

"I'm sorry!" Rosan said to all of them, sniffing as the emotions overwhelmed him completely. "I made you guys waste so much time on me and when you finally achieved your goals… I went and did this."

"Please, get out of here. Take Ram with you and one day, someone will eat Mod-chan's fruit and she'll seek you guys out… please when that day comes, give her all the support you guys gave me. Angel and Demon will be fine, I made sure this won't affect them but you guys need to be there for each other," Rosan pleaded, glow in his eyes going dimmer and dimmer.

No no no no.

"And please.. please be there for Robin," Rosan sobbed, sniffing as tears dropped down his face at the effect this was going to have on everyone.

"Tell her I'm so sorry for being such a trash boyfriend. She deserves better than me. All I've done is cause her stress."

"SHUT UP!" Ace roared. "YOU CAN'T… You can't leave us Rosan! You can't say all this dumb shit about yourself and expect us to buy that! This isn't… why do you have to be the one who dies?"

This wasn't… this wasn't fair. None of this was fair at all.

Why? Why was it always Ace's fault?

"Why did you die for my dumb mistakes? It's not fair! It shouldn't have been you!" Ace sobbed in defeat, clutching his older brother as agony crushed his heart from all directions. "I'm sorry, Rosan! I'm so sorry!"

"Never be sorry, Ace. I'm just glad that even after what I did to you... you can still say that you love me," Rosan soothed, raking a hand through his messy and dirty hair. "I will never be mad at you, alright? You're my precious little brother and that's a title I can never forsake."

"Rosan I can't… I can't be Pirate King without you! What am I supposed to do?!" Luffy said desperately, refusing to believe what was happening. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't do anything. His body refused to listen to him and it left the rubber boy a shuddering mess.

"You can, Luffy. Whether you have me or not… you'll always be a fantastic captain. That's why I chose to follow you… you're the only person alive that I 100% accept as my captain," Rosan assured, feeling the power leaving his body quickly.

It was a miracle he had been alive for this long…

"Thank you all so much for breathing life back into me… thank you for making me see the value in my life… thank you for loving me…"

No. No. No no no no no no.

Rosan shot them all a loving smile.

"Thank you for being my family. I'm so proud of you all."

Then, the glow in Rosan's eyes faded, leaving them dim.

…

…

…

Ace didn't realize he couldn't breathe. Ace didn't feel his heartbeat pick up. Ace didn't hear everyone else in his family let out gut wrenching screams.

Ace didn't realize he was screaming with them.

Ace didn't realize they all blacked out.

Ace didn't realize he blacked out.

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Luffy couldn't hear anything around him. He just stared shakily at Rosan's body. At the hole in his stomach. At the tears rolling down his cheeks.

At the smile on his face.

"I'm Monkey D. Luffy! Wanna be my friend?!"

"Okay."

"R-Rosan?" Luffy said quietly. "Hey Rosan... say something... w-why aren't you saying anything?" he asked.

When no one had believed in his dream... Rosan always had. Rosan never once doubted him. Not even for a second.

Whenever Luffy failed at something, Rosan had been there to pick him up. He never had to be afraid of being alone... because Rosan had been there for him.

"I didn't realize you were in trouble. I'm sorry I couldn't be there faster."

Rosan had been someone who was even lonelier than Luffy. He was there... but he wasn't there. He wasn't truly alive.

"I have not been okay for a long time."

"Rosan... Rosan... ROSAN!" Luffy screamed hysterically, shaking his brother.

Nothing. There was no response.

"I'll help you. I'll help you, Rosan! We'll go on the biggest, best adventure ever and I'll make you say you found a new reason to live! You'll become the strongest, just watch!"

"Thank you all, I appreciate it. I'll put my full trust in you all."

"You're not the strongest yet! It's not supposed to end here! Y-You trusted me!" Luffy said frantically, tears spilling down his eyes as he lost the feeling in his body.

"You're done for Luffy. You won't be useful like this."

"Don't be stubborn, Luffy. I'd be a fool to let you go. I need to focus on saving Ace, not keeping you alive. The point of this is that we all need to make it out alive."

"You're not strong enough!"

"Ugh," Luffy's face scrunched up. "Ugh..."

He wasn't strong enough.

The rubber boy's eyes rolled to the back of his head.

"WAAAAAH!" He wailed in agony.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he howled, blacking out in the middle of his mental breakdown.

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Ram panted harshly, clutching her chest as she slipped into a panic attack.

This wasn't happening. This just couldn't... this couldn't be happening!

"Father... no Father please!" Ram whimpered, curling into herself as an unspeakable pain enveloped her.

"What am I supposed to do without you?!" she shrieked. "I-I'm just your weapon! I've never known anything b-but you! You... you finally called me your daughter."

Tears began spilling out of her eyes and Ram let out a keening wail.

"You can't leave me dad! I'm not ready to let you go!" Ram sobbed. "Please don't leave me! P-Please!"

The ring blubbered and sobbed, curling into herself as she attempted to disappear.

"D-DAD!" She wailed in agony.

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Maro looked at the screen, completely and utterly frozen. There was a stunned look in her eyes, brain not fully catching her up to what she was just witnessing. Even as it cut off, she just stared listlessly at it, expression not betraying anything at all.

None could ask her if she was alright, because Maro's reaction, while utterly unhealthy, had nothing on Angel and Demon.

"NO!" Angel screamed. "NO! NO! NO!" she howled, tears streaming down her face.

"Angel..." Kaori said softly, not flinching at all as the woman's flailing caused her to be hit.

"SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Angel roared. "HE'S NOT! H-HE CAN'T BE! LOOK AT ME! I-IF SOMETHING HAPPENED TO HIM, I WOULDN'T BE HERE RIGHT NOW!" she screeched.

Kaori said nothing, shutting her eyes at hearing Angel's denial.

"TELL THEM DEMON!" Angel snarled, furiously wiping her tears. "Tell them that he's fine! That's not enough to stop Master! You know it isn't!"

Demon said nothing. His dim eyes remained rooted to the floor as he curled into himself and shut down. Tears were dropping from the expressionless doctor and he didn't react at all, to the frantic words of Mikita or Zala.

"D-Demon?" Angel whispered. "Why aren't... why aren't you saying anything?"

"..." Demon didn't react. He simply curled into himself tighter and sniffed.

"...No," Angel denied. "No that's not... why don't any of you believe me?!" she shouted, stepping back as she regarded their reactions.

No one said anything and Angel began shuddering.

"A-Angel...?"

Angel froze at that and glanced over at her wife with a faltering expression.

"I-Is Master... is Master really alright?" she asked quietly, so quietly.

Angel stepped back at that, at the broken look on the glassy eyed Maro's face.

"H-He's..." she stammered, feeling her heart constrict. "H-He's... M-Master's j-just..."

...

Angel let loose a sharp wail and began sobbing.

"M-MASTER! NO! Y-YOU CAN'T BE!" she cried, collapsing onto the floor.

Marianne sadly approached the redhead and pulled her into a tentative hug, body shuddering as Angel's wails shook her to the core.

Demon sniffed even harder, before the floodgates burst out and the doctor let out a heartbreaking wail. He curled into himself even harder and sobbed, ignoring everyone around him as he completely shut himself off to the world.

Maro lifelessly watched them cry. She made to move towards them, but as she got up... the queen lost all feeling in her legs and collapsed down to the floor.

She attempted to do so once more, meeting the same results but the Dokkaebi was too disconnected to understand why she was failing.

She was abruptly pulled into a tight hug and Maro glanced at the tear streaked face of Aiko.

"You're in shock," Aiko rasped, keeping one hand on the unconscious Akemi who had fainted with tears in her eyes.

"Shock...?" Maro whispered.

Was that why she was so cold? Was that why it was getting so hard to breathe? Was that why her heartbeat was slamming against her chest...?

Was that why it felt like she were falling, with no hopes of ever getting up?

"I... I-I don't like this," Maro said eventually. "I don't like feeling like this!"

"I know, sweetheart," Aiko soothed softly, doing her best to stifle the scream that wanted to rip out.

"I-I want Master. W-Where's Master? He can help me," Maro said frantically, eyes going wide as her heart began squeezing. "W-Where is he?!"

She hastily grabbed her tiara and repeatedly tapped the part of it that was connected to Rosan's Save Point.

Aiko watched with a sullen expression.

"Maro..." she said softly, tears renewing in earnest as she thought about her incredible little brother.

It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair at all. Aiko felt her knees give out and she collapsed to the floor, letting out an abrupt sob that snapped Maro out of her daze.

At the sight of Aiko of all people crying, the headstrong and ruthless leader of Fregate, Maro felt something tremble inside of her.

"You have done a complete 180, my prodigious student. You're beautiful, married and above all, the Queen of the most prestigious island in the North Blue. You being Grim, is only secondary to everything else you've accomplished now. You have exceeded my expectations and I placed the highest faith in you already."

Tears fell to the floor as Maro took a step back.

"M-Master..." she stammered, tears flowing down her bright orange eyes. Master was... he was...

"Come. Join me. Become the right hand of death and I will unlock said potential. It will not be easy but, with the life you currently live, you already know how to survive against the odds. Do this or waste away into nothing."

"Mgmm," Maro sniffed, falling onto her butt as the strength left her for the umpteenth time.

"You have no name you say. Well then, as of today, you are Maro."

"Mgmm..."

"I'm proud of you, Maro. Never forget that."

"WAHHHHH!" Maro cracked, shuddering as fat tears began spilling from her eyes. "NO! NO! WHERE IS HE?! GIVE ME MY MASTER!" she wailed, making everyone in the room crack.

The soldiers looked away, unable to bear the sight of seeing their joyful leaders under so much duress.

The room was filled with the cries of 5 people, as they wailed their pain to the world.

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"I know how it feels to have everything taken from you. It sucks. It's the worst feeling I've ever felt in my life and it must have been the same way with you. The sadness is so much that it makes you wanna crawl somewhere and just sleep it away. The loneliness is so crushing it just makes you want to give up."

"R-ROBIN?!" Koala screamed, wiping the tears from her eyes as she listened to Rosan's final words and watched Sabo black out.

But she wasn't allowed to pay the screen anymore attention because of Robin.

Koala whirled towards the collapsed woman with wide and teary eyes.

"Stay with me Robin! C'mon please say something!" she urged, lifting the much taller woman up.

Robin didn't say anything. The woman stared straight ahead lifelessly and that scared Koala more than anything.

"M-MEDICAL! WE NEED HELP QUICKLY!" Koala screamed, watching as the screen of the stream flickered out into nothing. "PLEASE ANYONE?!"

Robin said nothing as Koala carried her. Robin didn't react to the staff checking on her. Robin didn't move an inch.

She just remained there.

Frozen.

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"M-MEDICAL! PLEASE! QUEEN RAISA IS IN DANGER!"

The staff gazed in concern at the sobbing Oren and Dalia but there attention was swiftly drawn away by the sight of the comatose Raisa.

The Queen was clutching her chest, cheeks flushed harshly as tears fell down in streams from her shut eyes. She was breathing sporadically, panting as her body tried to intake oxygen in anyway it knew how.

"M-My Queen?!" A Doctor gasped in horror. "W-What happened to her?!"

"WHAT HAPPENED?!" Dalia sobbed out, glaring at him with fury in her heartbroken gaze. "JUST HELP HER YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

He flinched back horribly at that and nodded hastily, escorting the woman to the emergency room.

Almost as soon as the door shut, Dalia and Oren both collapsed, tears of agony falling down their eyes as they sobbed and sobbed to the world.

What… what had happened? What caused the royal family of Wisteria to behave like this?

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Mod's grief was loud and ugly as her agony was laid bare.

She wailed and sobbed to the world, cursing it for taking the one person she loved more than anything away from her and vowing to make them pay in any capacity.

Her son. Rosan. The joy of her life. The one who gave her life…

The light that shone in a darkness she didn't even know existed at the tender age of 4.

And he was gone.

Mod felt another cry of agony rip itself out of her body and she screamed.

They would pay. They would all pay. In due time, all of them would pay for taking her son from her.

She would show them a mother's wrath. Mod would make sure of it. She would tear it all asunder in her quest to avenge Rosan.

Mod did not hear the footsteps behind her, nor did she hear the person calling her name. She just continued to cry and cry.

"Do you want to save him?"

That made Mod stop immediately and she whirled around at the question.

Pestilence gazed at the tear streaked woman, assessing her without that mocking smile on their face.

No there was just a grim frown, arms crossed as they surveyed the crumbling mindscape around them.

"Do you want to save Rosan?" Pestilence asked again, looking deathly serious.

"Y-You can save him?" Mod whispered hopefully, praying that this wasn't some cruel joke from Pestilence.

If it were... then Mod didn't think she'd have another presence following her when they were eventually consumed.

"I can. Yes," Pestilence confirmed. "I have tricks up my sleeve. It'll be close but you have to manually stabilize inside of him, while I deal with the external stuff."

Much to Pestilence's genuine shock, Mod collapsed into their frame with a desperate whimper and clutched their pure black dress.

Pestilence merely stared at the woman with a confused gazed, body shaking slightly at the vibrations of Mod.

"Please… if you have… if you know anyway you can save him… please, I'm begging you… please save my son," Mod sobbed, clutching her enemy with the desperation of a mother.

Consequences be damned. They would deal with it after. Mod just wanted Rosan alive.

"…" Pestilence stared at the sobbing woman, expressionless...

"Alright. I did say that I would save him."

...Then, the virus grinned psychotically.

"So I guess it's showtime."

Mod stiffened as she felt another presence nearing her and the hysterical woman gazed up.

What she saw, left her white.

"It seems the time has come."

Pestilence gingerly removed herself from Mod's person and pulled the tall figure into a searing kiss that left the crying woman even more stunned.

"Yes it is… You know what to do out there, correct?"

"Yes. I'm very close to dying. I must find a source to stay alive."

Red eyes stared into purple, both sclera a pulsing black.

"So go cause mayhem, Famine," Pestilence crooned.

"Of course, Pe-chan," Famine replied neutrally.

"W-What...?" Mod stammered in confusion, causing... Rosan(?) to stare at her.

Famine tilted his head, a somber air surrounding the uncharacteristically sad man.

He crouched slightly, wiping the tears out of Mod's eyes with a surprising amount of gentleness.

"There is no need to cry, Mod..." he began softly.

Mod flinched at that.

"I will fix this."

The castle shattered.

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Hancock did not bother to wipe her tears, as she resisted the urge to scream in rage and pain.

Her cousin… her dearest cousin lay there… dead at the hands of that slimy and disgusting magma man.

She let loose another gut curdling sob, collapsing into Sallom as she was reminded of what happened.

They would pay. She would make the World Government pay for daring to take her cousin from her. How could they do this?

Why did they do this? Rosan... Rosan didn't deserve this...

All around Rosan, his family lay unconscious, overwhelmed by the grief they suffered. They would have been sitting ducks, if the Whitebeard Pirates didn't fight so ferociously to protect them…

Oh Luffy… the injuries had caught up to the Straw Hat boy and as he collapsed, he let loose a blood curdling cry before completely stopping.

He was faring the worst... the boy looked the most injured of the unconscious bunch as he lay there like a sitting duck.

Hancock wanted to faint too but she would never ever leave herself vulnerable around scum like this.

She so badly wanted to rush to Rosan's body and find some way… any way to save him…

But all she did was weep and take a small delight in the fact that the scumbag who had done it, was currently on the receiving end of a thrashing from the World's Strongest Pirate.

But that wasn't nearly enough to make up for the way her heart felt shattered. It was a horrific feeling, one that Hancock had never felt. It was comparable to the agony that she felt when she was a slave... but this was indescribable.

So Hancock decided to leave. She needed to retreat to an area where she could cry to her heart's content because... because she was so sad.

Hancock took a single step, before suddenly freezing.

Distantly, she noted that everyone else on the battlefield had done the same.

For a second… for just a split second, an unnatural feeling had coursed through the air.

It was an utterly insidious feeling.

"D-Did you feel that too?" A random Marine dared to ask her.

Hancock would have turned him to stone but she was too busy trying to pinpoint where that had come from.

Hancock gazed warily, wondering just what that was… before that insidious feeling rushed through the air again.

By now, everyone was trying to figure out why the air had become so charged with something so unnerving, unable to pinpoint where it was coming from…

That was when the third wave hit them and this was the worst one yet.

Hate. Malice. Rage. Disgust. Fear. Carnage. Lust. Joy. Envy. Rage. Apathy.

Sadness. Sadness. Sadness.

Hancock clutched her chest as a flood of heinous and disgusting emotions washed over her and everyone there, threatening to drive her into madness.

What on earth was… what was this?!

Her sadness felt like it were being amplified tenfold and the woman unintentionally let out a wail, as her tears began spilling.

Distantly she realized, others were getting just as affected as she were. Cries rang out as they were crushed beneath the heavy emotions and Hancock let out an uneven gasp.

She desperately tried to find where the source of this originated from, hellbent on getting away from it, and when she finally did, the woman froze in complete shock.

There, on the battlefield… there was a black miasma roiling about. It looked thick and heavy… and it was originating from…

From Rosan, her cousin.

Hancock watched in horror as Rosan's body suddenly shuddered.

"Impossible," Sengoku whispered in horror. Not even he had been left immune to the effects of those heavy emotions, but now it was all dashed away in favor of true genuine horror.

Rosan had died! He was supposed to be dead! What was the meaning of…

What was this?

Rosan's prone body began floating upwards, all while the miasma began swirling around him over and over again.

All the while, that disgusting aura pulsed through the field like a disease, filling all with madness and rage and sadness and anguish.

Some lesser men began screaming, losing themselves to the emotions being forcefully shoved into them…

But that wasn't all. Rosan began screaming too.

It was a long horrific and gut curdling scream.

"RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Rosan's floating body suddenly screeched, even as the miasma began covering his skin.

It began thickening over his skin, covering from head to toe and the creature screeched all the while…

"RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

People curled into themselves, lesser man fled to the waters, tears began spilling as the overwhelming hatred began choking them and all the while the creature screamed —

"RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH —"

— Until it stopped.

Rosan's body suddenly righted itself, the unrecognizable monster staring at nothing as those red and purple sockets pulsed…

Then, it let loose a hellish snarl and got on all fours, lunging forward.

The random Marine had no time to react, as he were suddenly tackled to the ground. His teary eyes widened in confusion, before shifting into horror at seeing an utterly uncanny creature staring down at him.

"RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" It roared furiously.

"AGHHHH!" he shrieked. "SOMEONE HELP ME—"

His sentence suddenly died in his throat as the creature lunged forward, gaping maw clamped around the soldiers neck.

The field went utterly silent and they watched in horror, as the creature seemed to sap the man of all his livelihood.

The Marine tried to scream but silent gasps were all that left him, as the creature latched onto him like a wild animal.

Finally, it stopped. The creature's gaping white maw shut, as the man underneath him convulsed and shriveled away.

...

What?

No one was able to contain the unease at the unknown. The creature's expression never shifted, those purple and red sockets merely locked onto the prey that they... feasted on...?

Then, the creatures red socket turned purple and it threw its head back.

"RAHHHHHHHH—"

Before abruptly stopping.

That unnatural and black Miasma began clawing its way upwards as the creature suddenly stood on both legs.

It began climbing Rosan's body, shedding itself from the parts that they were leaving, until they all settled atop the redhead's hair.

The miasma pulsed, melding with parts of the red hair and adding a black tint to the blood colored hair.

The man took a deep breath, inhaling the air and ignoring the raw vitriol in it that he caused.

"I'm sorry about that. Not only did you have to see that, some of my emotions spilled through," he said quietly, idly wiping his eyes unsuccessfully as his tears continued to fall. "It's hard for me to control myself under these circumstances. I hope you can understand."

The black and red haired monster suddenly disappeared and grabbed another unsuspecting Marine, wrapping his arm around the terrified mans neck.

"I'm still so hungry... it seems that previous man wasn't enough sustenance," Rosan said, opening his eyes and showing off two purple irises, over a pitch black sclera. "Won't you feed me?" he asked politely.

The person in his arms tried to scream but only let out a strangled garble, as Rosan's eyes began glowing.

"Drain," he said gently.

The body flailed about and struggled but Rosan's grip was unyielding. Steadily, their flails lessened, as wrinkles began appearing across the person's skin.

At the same time, the hole in Rosan's body began shutting, overlapping with the man in his grasp growing more decrepit.

Everyone watched in horror and terror, as the hole shut completely at the same time the man turned into just bones.

"Thank you," Rosan said after a moment, gently placing the bony body on the floor. "That was good, but… I'm still not satisfied."

The man with dual colored hair gazed at everyone there, hair lashing out wildly.

"It's been so long since I've been able to feel even the air brushing against my face," he said softly. "For so long I've been deprived and starved of a life. It's stifling."

Those purple eyes flashed ominously as he gazed at his hand and bright white feathery wings burst from his back.

"My name is Famine. This world has taken and taken from me… to the point where I took from myself. It's finally time that I begin taking from you. I'm sorry in advance... but you've pushed me to this point."

A psychotic laugh erupted from the man but his mouth never moved… and they watched as that strange hair of his began writhing about even more.

The black miasma formed once more, before it took the shape of a woman in a skintight dress and pure white hair.

Her eyes were glittering in amusement as daintily dusted herself off.

"Why are you apologizing to them?" Pestilence asked, basking in the air with a pleased expression. "You know they deserve whatever we're about to do them."

Famine turned his sullen gaze onto Pestilence and idly dragged them towards him.

"Ah~," Pestilence gasped, melding into him with blissful eyes. "Now's not the time to be all lovey dovey. We have work to do! These are the people that almost killed you after all!"

"I'm aware," Famine replied, turning his gaze towards the unconscious bodies of his family.

He crouched in front of them all, expression unreadable as he drank in their features.

Then, he stood back up and walked away from them.

"Take my family and go. Ensure you don't stand near me. That's my only warning to you. If anyone lingers near me, they have only themselves to blame."

Jinbe panted, gazing at the red and black haired man in confusion.

So it wasn't his imagination... just standing near this version of Rosan, seemed to be sapping him of energy.

He glanced at Rosan's back, before his worried gaze shifted over to the gravely injured Luffy and Ace.

"If any hands are able, please help carry them and go!" Jinbe requested, immediately picking up Luffy and Ace to the best of his abilities.

Pestilence shook their head in disappointment, black miasma rolling off their body. "There you go again. Just too nice for your own good… but I guess I do love that about you~"

"..." Famine said nothing.

Black sparks began rolling off the virus and they grinned eagerly, as they forcefully reactivated the stream that had shut off.

"Hello to you all," Pestilence bowed in exaggeration. "I am Pestilence and this is Famine… and today is about to get even more exciting so buckle up!"

They're eyes gleamed murderously, an eager expression on their face.

"If you thought that the little Rose was bad, you haven't seen anything, yet."

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"Robin look! Rosan's awake!" Koala urged, showing her the screen.

Robin jolted so violently at that, Koala flinched back. The woman shot up with frantic eyes, locking them onto the screen.

Koala expected to see some happiness out of her, so she was understandably confused when the clarity in Robin's eyes, turned into one of horror.

"No... oh no," Robin whispered in terror. "This can't... this can't be."

"Robin? What's wrong?" Koala asked in concern, holding the woman's shoulders in concern.

Robin did not notice. She just began shuddering.

Something was wrong. That could be the only explanation as to why Pestilence was out and about in the real world.

Robin felt terrified all over again.

"That's... that's not Rosan," she eventually said, shutting her eyes.

What happened to Rosan?

What happened to him?