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[JAVIER SANTANA]

"Holy Duck Fuck."

The chef before him, a fat, promiscuous romper of age 40 or so, raised a single, rather hairy eyebrow in compliance with the words. Was it arrogance that boasted his thick, greasy chin laced with unkempt facial hair? Perhaps the confidence that he made excellent, fantastic food that raised his chin along with his eyebrow. Either way, the man was fascinatingly a disgusting creature, and the idea of him actually holding the uncanny ability of preparing a decent meal for anyone was...well, uncanny. Why was it such a hard concept to grasp? Well, quite frankly because it was simply a void in the realms of realism and possibility.

Shaking his spatula, which rested in his right hand, the man's stomach jiggled to the light temperance of movement, and his pit stinking aura seeped into the noses of those who surrounded him. "I KNEW!" He stated aloud, smiling brightly. "THAT my food would satisfy you and your pocket, sir!" As soon as his words left his mouth, a wooden sandal plucked up from the confounds of the well tiled flooring of the restaurant, and met the man's teeth, busting out his front two and splitting his lip immediately.

The large buffoon stumbled back, grasping his mouth with watering eyes, and spitting blood and tooth particles into his mouth. Amidst his screaming, the two assistants next to him jumped back in surprise, and the overweight chef screamed out bloody murder. As blood covered the tips of his fingers and dripped forth onto the floor, his right assistant immediately grabbed a towel to help keep blood from spilling anywhere else, while the other stood astonished by the actions of the customer.

Javier, being the upset and rather furious customer, spit the crumbs of a small biscuit out of his mouth. ] "You call that food?" Javier asked with simplicity, his blade fashioned at his side with his sword arm resting atop it. "This is the worse food I've ever tasted in my life. Where the HELL did you get this? The garbage can out back? Your a piece of no good-" And so Javier continued his monotonous ranting, pausing only to catch his breath, all the while the overly disgusting and according to Javier, poorly skilled chef, wiped the blood from his face and attempted to relieve his pain. Perhaps this would be the last time that the bastard would simply dish out week old biscuit and chicken as food.

[Kalamity]

The wind cut through the streets like a cutlass and made its way past the various jongleurs, bystanders, and a pirate of 21 years. Hancock had his hands stocked into his pockets after he straightened his rather courtly tie, his stomach gurgled and the acid inside of his well-toned body seemed to burst and spread in all directions. His hair whistled like midnight crickets as the black beauty was shot by the wind that seemed to overtake the city in one giant gulp. His katana was at his waist and his back pack simply laid on his right shoulder the iron utensils inside the bag jingling with every step the man of the sea took. The people seemed void to the fact that he was a ruthless pirate, his formal and courteous appearance making him look like a man of royalty.

The giant man ducked under a small door and made his way into an elegant restaurant for some food that he could eat without throwing up on the ground and screaming. The almost impossible wish he had was decreasing more and more as he looked around at the other customers. The various people in suits, tuxedos, and dresses seemed to not be having the best of their time right now. Hancock took his backpack off and sat down setting the backpack at his legs and waiting for a waiter to come by and take his order.

Almost tripping over the sullen wooden board that seemed to cry as it had to be in the presence of the worthless public that owned it, the waiter made his way over to the pirates table and bowed. ‘Something good happened at the least’ Hancock thought as his right hand was under his chin thinking of what to order. Clearing his throat, the behemoth spoke in a strong voice “I would like to ha-” he managed to spit out before an argument broke out between the cook and one strange looking customer. ‘For all I know, he looks like one damn pirate’ Hancock thought as he gazed toward the general area.

Various taunts seemed to be coming over from the pirate and the cook so it was time that Hancock took action, he couldn’t just stand and watch someone angrily burst comments about food. Standing up slowly, the man took off his black coat and handed it to the waiter who was seemingly dumbstruck by the argument. “Don’t drop it” he said as he rolled up his sleeves and walked toward the quarrel that looked like it wouldn’t end until the next eclipse. “Hey, man” he said toward the customer as he stopped beside him “no need to be mean to the food, it’s not the foods fault that the cook can’t cook” he finished looked toward the cook and man next to him. “May I borrow your kitchen for a moment, I think I can solve this problem” he said slowly. The man next to the cook nodded dumbstruck and pointed toward the general direction of the kitchen.

With incredible speed, Hancock seemed to walk straight threw the messy counter and go to the kitchen, he didn’t want to waste any time anyways. He started right away using the tools from the kitchen and stirring up the stove and getting the items needed. A beautiful Roasted chicken was on his mind; he cut the meat like a piece of paper and added the needed items to the dish. The oven was preheated already so that made the job easy to finish in around a good 15 minutes, the chicken was already ready and everything was placed. ‘At the least this place has something good’ Hancock thought as he cut the meat in small stripes and placed them in the oven. After the allocated time was over he opened the steaming oven and smelled the great chicken dish, he poured some sauce into it and added the vegetables needed.

Hancock made three servings, one for the other pirate, one for himself, and one for the cook. ‘He needs to taste a delicacy anyways’ Hancock thought getting all the plates and walking out in a rather timely manner. “Here’s some food you won’t puke on, try to be nicer next time” the fabulous pirate cook said laying a plates in front of the pirate and cook. “Bon appétit” he said and grabbed a fork to take one of the strips of meat was neatly laid out. It was extremely great, every bite he savored, and the aroma could fill up anyone in an instant.

[JAVIER SANTANA]

Before Javier could react and swing or draw his sword at the most peculiar man seeming to almost intrude on the situation at hand, he vanished into the kitchen. During those fifteen minutes, with Javier not exactly knowing the intentions of the new cook, he couldn't help but attract more attention to himself. The whole restaurant was already watching, and he began taking the money that the Chef had so proudly taken from these poor customers. Dispensing the money back to the people in the room, he returned to his seat just as Hancock was approaching it. The smell immediately invigorated his nose, and a bit of saliva seeped from his fleshy lips.

Sitting down, he looked at the plate with awe. Taking a bite, he nodded with approval, then proceeded to devour the whole plate as quickly as he could. Barbaric gestures of pleasure and enjoyment left his mouth between bites, chews, and swallows, and the occasional swear word of happiness followed them. After finishing the plate, he turned to the others. He had bottomed the plate in a mere forty seconds, and even more preponderantly, he had managed to actually keep the area typically nice. The chef was not about to eat, not yet with his teeth bashed right out of his mouth and blood still leaking onto the towel he held before his face and sobs of pain exasperated him.

Looking up to the mysterious cook, he couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. Taking the coinage out that rightly belonged to the chef at first, then placing it on the table for Hancock, he nodded. "That was the best meal I've ever had. You take this, and I'll take his serving...."

Reaching forth, he paused. "Names Javier Santana, spelled with a J, but its silent. You looking for a job as a cook? 'Cause Goddamn I'd like you to serve with me..." He didn't make eye contact with anyone; no, his eyes were set on the other serving. That was it, if he could have that serving, his stomach would be full enough to last him a good hour or two. Despite his small frame and size, Javier had a monstrous appetite, and could devour this type of food for hours before getting full. Although, that would be a disservice to the plumbing company later, either way, he had more of an appetite than anyone he had ever known.

[Kalamity]

The behemoth of a man looked toward the swordsman in front of him. Hancock was a good 5 inches taller than him at the least; he had a thin but muscular body and seemed very experienced with a sword. The cook looked at the pirate chef dumbstruck and didn’t exactly know how his food was worse than a customer’s food. Seven started to smile from the right side of his mouth slightly and watched at the young pirate dig through his food. The tall man picked up his fork and dug into the chicken a little more, the thin, juicy strips sizzling as they touched his mouth. He grabbed some napkins from the side and put them in front of Javier and himself, to make sure they needed mess up the counter.

The customers seemed to clamor around the area in a group with the occasional murmur and gasp, children and adults were grouped around him. Some even walked in as they saw the group huddle around the area wondering what the sam hill was happening. Hancock ate the rest of his chicken and cleared the plate, using his napkin he plucked small pieces of grease and meat that was on his face and cleaned himself up. The chef didn’t exactly seem like he wanted the food or he could even eat the masterpiece that was set in front of him.

A small smile appeared on the man’s face again as he wiped his hands and heard the words from the swordsman in front of him. “One serving only” the pirate said “there are always people who need the serving more” Hancock finished pointing towards a small boy in the crowd clutching toward the wall. He didn’t know how the small boy had come into the elegant looking restaurant but he did and his eyes were plastered to the plate still un-eaten. The chef got up and took the plate with him; he handed the plate to the small boy and ruffled his head, smiling. The boy gleamed ecstatically and ran off clutching the plate, hopefully to share the food with his family in need.

“I don’t need the money anyways, give it to someone who needs to pay for damage” Hancock spoke as he walked back to Javier and put the coinage in front of the cook. “My name is Hancock Hashirama, most people call me Seven” he said happily “nice to meet you Javier”. “I’m still searching for a crew” the black-eyed pirate said with murmurs appearing everywhere confirming that both of them were pirates. Hancock looked at the cook on the ground right in the eye and spoke “if you want I can whip up some dessert for ya”. He had no problem cooking, especially since the ingredients were free.

[JAVIER SANTANA]

People who need it? Javier didn't smirk, not one bit. He was actually growing leery of this guy. Was he affiliated with the military, a bounty hunter, or possibly some religious, zealous douchebag here to try and take him away? Javier Santana was a pirate; a full pirate, not quenching from hunger, true, but a pirate nonetheless. He didn't exactly understand the point of giving the plate of food away to a random child when he was there to pay good money for it.

Quickly scooping his money back into his own pocket, he shook his head. "No. I'm not a charity, and I eat till I'm full." Looking over to the kid who held the plate with genuine happiness, Javier shook his head, his temper growing. He wasn't going to parade around looking for trouble, or acting like he owned this town, but this man had a side to him that Javier didn't exactly like.

Walking through the crowd, he began nudging the people out of his way, contempt with his half-meal, and definitely not wanting desert from such a foolish man. Emotions made a man weak, especially kindness. That was a mindset that he had unfortunately developed in his younger days of pirating. Once he grew older, he also developed even further into short man stereo type rage, and small frame pride. Luckily, they've all proved to his advantage.

Quickly leaving the confounds of the restaurant, he pulled out a small white rolled, golden trimmed cigarette. Pulling the small lighter from his pocket, he ignited the tip of the tobacco rolled piece. Inhaling, he shook his head. Why would anyone be so kind? It wasn't the way of the world; giving to the needy like a robin hood in the land of seas. How....pathetic....right?

[Kalamity]

Any part of a smile that was growing on Hancock’s face vanished instantaneously; he could see in the face of Javier that he wasn’t exactly happy. What the giant did was just being sincere to his surroundings and being courteous, if a pirate even shouldn’t even do that, there is no reason to pillage or raid. The mere treasure that everyone gawks for, One Piece, it could just fall into someone’s hands and they could be rich instantly. Searching, making friends, and helping, that was the job of a pirate. To keep the world in balance was all.

The face of the 31 year old cook grimed and he put his sleeves back down, setting his appearance back to normal, excluding the coat. Hancock stood grimly watching the young pirate in front of him rant on, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and leaned against the counter with his eyes still following Javier as he walked away with anger. The door opened and a surge of wind rushed in and then utter silence followed.

The final words of the young man echoed through his head as Hancock closed his eyes thinking what he should do. Pulling his hands out of his pockets and getting some coins out, he gave the money to the cook who gripped onto the coinage tightly. Hancock phased through the counter again and went to the kitchen; he knew what he had to do. As a cook it was his job. He planned on making the same roast chicken again so he got started, cutting up the still tender meat in files and getting the proper vegetables ready. Some time passed and the food was ready, the juicy aroma of the roasted chicken arose again, cleverly laid on the plate with the proper ingredients, a masterpiece lay on the plate once more.

This time however, he planned on making a side dish, using some vegetables of his choice, he curled them up in tiny balls and boiled them to make them crispy and like tiny chips. Pouring some of the chip-like balls onto the plate with the chicken he came out of the kitchen. The room had settled, but on cue every single head turned toward him like a bunch of hummingbirds. Hancock walked out of the store with his coat firmly laid on his right arm, backpack on his back soundless, and the sword steady. He took the plate he had to Javier and held it out with his left arm. “You’re not full yet right?” he said slowly “bon appétit”. He used his right hand to pull a cigarette of his own out, light the cig, and pul it up to his mouth taking slow, easy breaths.

[JAVIER SANTANA]

Javier stayed where he was, as memories of his youth rushed through his mind. Flashbacks almost, of his father, holding his hand out in kindness to Javier himself. They were like pictures, in his mind, pictures that his brain had taken when he was young for some strange reason. As they flashed through his head, he couldn't help but wonder why on earth this had triggered any flashbacks whatsoever. Then the recollection struck him; the man acted much like his own father had.

As a child, Javier love his parents very much; of course, like all cliche' stories, that didn't last. His father was a very giving man, always sacrificing himself for the sake of others. He was a Pirate, and he had a strict anti-drinking rule. The people loved him, for he was their Robin Hood. It was at a cost though; not only did he go without, but so did his wife, and his Son, Javier Santana. Starving most of the time, Javier learned a quick lesson in watching out for number one; more importantly though, he learned to watch out for yourself, and your crew. His crew also did without, and eventually, they overthrew him. From that day on...well, Javier wasn't going to jump into that.

Drawing another breath from the cigarette, he shook his head as the man approached him from inside, lit his own, and offered a plate of food. "No thanks. Don't have much of an appetite." It didn't take a registered genius to see that Javier was deep in thought. For once in his life, he had turned down a meal.

[Kalamity]

He could see the distraught in Javier’s face, like a vexed mule, the face of Javier’s was infamous among the troubled. With his rash, ranting actions in the restaurant, it almost seemed like a mystery on how the same rampaging young un’ turned into such a sagacious person so easily. White fog filled the air; the same fog that destroyed people from inside out, maybe drawing breaths from cigarette’s calmed people down. It definitely cooled down Hancock, in his grim age, most people would back down from fighting as a pirate, but the enigmatic man was still on his journey.

“You don’t have much appetite do you” the man said towering over the young Javier “that’s a surprise” he finished; his muscles in the face didn’t even twitch slightly. The emotion in his face was all stored and he only moved his mouth to talk and smoke. He didn’t withdraw the food; he would wait till the man ate the chow of sort. Ruffling through his backpack he pulled out some ale. With his right hand he offered it to the man “have something to cool your mind” he said “I’m a cook, I know when people are hungry or thirsty” he said slightly smiling.

With his cigarette firmly in his mouth and both hands with food and a drink offered to the man, Hancock didn’t exactly know if Javier would take them, but he hoped. At the old age he’s in, the black-eyed pirate could only hope, never actually knew. ‘The New Age was so belligerent’ he thought thoughtfully.

[JAVIER SANTANA]

Raising an eyebrow, he took the ale and popped the lid, downing it quite quickly. Alcohol was a most unique and pleasurable delight. It had gotten him through some rough times, sure, but he wasn't the biggest drinker in the world. He could handle quite a bit though; with a single chugging of the Ale left Javier swaying slightly. Leaning back against the wall to remove the factor of balance from his mind, he took another inhalation of smoke, and the dizziness soon dissipated.

As the white smoke also faded, he replaced it with another evanescent exhalation. Wiping a bit of sweat from his forehead, the man glanced up over to the large cook. He seemed like all he did was serve. "Your a pirate?" Javier asked, almost rhetorically. He didn't intend to wait for an answer that he already suspected, if not already knew. Although different from Javier himself, he had that pirate Aura. He was a pirate for a different reason though; this man was here to serve, not for the pure challenge of fighting.

"I'm a Nemesis. Maybe out your league." Javier smirked ever so slightly, his right eyes letting off a wink. "Legacy might be your style." Taking another puff of his smoke, the swordsman watched as two men walked down the street; the difference between them and the others was that they looked like fighters. Sabers were stashed at their sides, and a gun was latched onto each of their hips. For now, they were at a distance, but Javier had a bad premonition about them. With him just kicking in the teeth of a chef and dealing slight money/business damage, the approach of some goons sent by the owner of the estate would only be expected.

[Kalamity]

Setting the food down on the ground, the culinarian leaned against the wall beside him and took ale out from his pack. Firmly holding his grip onto the ale, he took a few sips. The taste swirled inside of him and he almost felt a little faint, but it soon dissipated and the thirst for more ale came through. Chugging down the rest of the ale his mind started twisting and turning. Hancock could outmost hold his liquids for quite the while, but yet he felt a little dizzy and Javier did seem so as well. Cocking his arm backwards slightly and aiming at the sky, the slightly drunk pirate shot the ale in the air, maybe not at a target or to go straight, but it went far.

The cigarette smoke filled the air again as he started smoking again, as well thinking. He didn’t really care for the mugs so it didn’t seem bad to just throw ‘em away. His cig solidly placed in his mouth, he put his suit back on, and straightened. He wanted to look presentable to the masses. “Yah, a full-blown pirate” he said blowing the thick white smoke into the air. ‘I already know your one’ Hancock had thought of saying but stopped himself hearing the next sentence that came.

‘A Nemesis’ he thought straightening his tie out ‘they aren’t exactly good’ he thought with a small grin approaching from his face. “I’ll think about it” he said leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, he noticed the two men with weapons walking and he didn’t want to say anything to tick them off. But like an army in waiting, the two assailants seemed to walk over to them. “What is it” Hancock said blowing some smoke and looking straight into the thug’s eyes as they were straight in front of him, one of them was tall and slim with a goatee, but the other was much younger and smaller with a big build however. “We heard that you had some bad business” the tall one said smirking “we came here to compensate for damages” he finished with a spit. At the instant he smashed his leg into the plate of food and grabbed the cigarette from under Hancock’s mouth and threw it on the ground. The chef did nothing but just stand there, he didn’t want violence, and he knew how to handle this situation. The problem was the new age beside him.

[JAVIER SANTANA]

As the men approached, Javier frowned as the food was thrown and the cigarette was stolen then smashed. How pitiful. Quickly pulling in the rest of his own cigarette, he threw the filter onto the ground and shook his head with confusion. Why the hell did people act like that? Where was the respect? Then again, wasn't that the irony of the whole situation? Javier could kick a mans teeth in for unsatisfactory food, then get mad for someone throwing another cigarette on the ground? Hypocritical by any and all means.

"Compensate? Compensate this, bitch."

Javier spoke up before this situation went any further. He wasn't compensating for shit in Logue Town. It was a free area. Stepping forth, his Haki immediately kicked in, and he saw the two men draw weapons. The one closest to him drew his sword, and the one who took Hancocks cigarette drew a flintlock pistol. It only had one bullet. Bringing his foot forth, he kicked out the mans knee cap and drew his sword, shifting in a blur behind the man's body, and placing the blade at his next, positioning him as a body shield.

"Shoot me, maybe you kill your partner. Shoot the big guy, you might Kill him. Then I kill you before you reload. Drop your shit."

Javier knew he wouldn't shoot....right? Unless he thought he could kill Javier in a single shot. His Haki had been exasperated for now, he couldn't see that far again.

[Kalamity]

Rage filled through the body of Hancock, his entire body as boiling with rage. The two whatever that stood in front of him seemed ridiculous; they seemed useless in more ways than one. Possibly he just felt a little sad at what would happen to the two thugs in front of him, but most likely it was the fact they wasted perfectly good food, for that they need to be thrown in prison. At the least they need to remember this moment next time they see another pirate.

Javier seemed to overreact to the situation, the on goings of the fight seemed to strike him, he wanted to fight, but of course he wouldn’t just yet. Hancock stopped leaning from the wall and saw at how they were at a stand-still, a gun pointing at Javier. Surprisingly he remembered that the pirate knew Haki, which was something you don’t exactly see day-after-day. Hancock took one step towards them, and then another until he was beside Javier.

The thug with the gun seemed to hesitate, as Hancock took one step forward again, the thug shot him in the shoulder. The bullet connected, but Hancock still had strength left and he pulled out his sword with his right hand while the left held onto his wound. He stabbed the goon in the shoulder and made him drop his gun, at that instant he fell down as the sword was pulled out with a gush of blood. Knowing that Javier would take care of the rest, Hancock fell to the ground and started ripping some cloth to cover the wound.

[JAVIER SANTANA]

As the bullet was fired and Hancock was shot, Javier wasted no time. As the blade that Hancock drew impaled the shooter through his stomach, he knew the man whom now stood kneeling with a blade holding through his stomach watched scene play out before him with widened eyes of pure shock.

Slitting the mans throat and immediately kicking him off to avoid any bodily fluids from getting onto his body. As the dead man dropped forth, Javier stepped forth and kicked the man directly in his face, knocking him over onto his back and wedging the blade around inside him. Grabbing the handle of his new found allies blade, he drew it out of the dying thug, which drew a merciless grunt from his soon to be lifeless body, and he drove it into the ground next to Hancock.

"Just a flesh wound. Hehe....I've been shot before, you'll be fine." Sitting down next to Hancock Indian style, he watched Hancock do his little first aid action. He was right to treat himself quickly. Bullets were dangerous.

[Kalamity]

Squeezing the cloth to tighten the wound and prevent any more blood loss, Hancock laid back and looked up at the sky. “Just a flesh wound” he said sighing, he remembered when he was younger and his father was shot in the heart and died instantly, he was shot by some bloody marines. This was the reason he had become a pirate, but there was more to it than that.

Hancock straightened himself back up and looked at the dead bodies, a group of people were watching them, he looked them straight in their eyes and they dispersed, he had that effect on people. Most people confirmed that both of them were pirates and started looking for a marine, with that some large footsteps rushed down and the sound of giant boots lifted the air, the marines were coming. “So” he said smiling “Fight or disappear” he finished grabbing the handle of his sword and swinging it in the air.

The world was full of two types of factions, the good and the bad; even though everyone thought there were pirates and marines. Not all pirates were bad, not all marines were good, it was just the cycle of fate, killing. The Pirate King started it, this generation would end it.

[JAVIER SANTANA]

His face was overwhelmed with a sobering expression, and he squinted his eyes slightly at his injured friend. Logically, Javier alone could not take on a squadron of armed Marines without taking some damage, and watching out for an injured cook's back amidst the battle would only hinder him. He had no reason to stay and fight marines.

Standing up and stepping back, the man brandished his blades and shook his head, checking his back only to see a small squadron of marines embracing their area in a steady pace. "Run." Javier figured that meeting up with this man again would be unlikely, but he enjoyed his presence.

"Your wounded, get the hell out of here. I'll have them chase me this way."

Without glancing back, he began walking forth in a steady pace, hands swaying, preparing to run at moments notice. They would ask questions first, and Javier would strike first, then run. The best way to get away....cause injury.