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"My, my. What an excellent performance you pulled off there, Marcel Law." the robbed figure praised the samurai as he stopped clapping. Marcel stared suspiciously at the being with his katana still drawn out. He wasn't really concerned about how he knew his name since everyone was pretty much saying his name all day. "You know, it's not polite to stare. Hasn't your father...well, step father teach you any manners? Oh who am I kidding, he doesn't seem like the type to do such a thing from what I witnessed." the figure claimed as he walked around a little, observing his surroundings casually.

"What I witnessed." Those words caused the samurai to lower his eyebrows a little as his suspicions grew. "What are you on about?" Marcel asked, causing the figure to pause for a moment while he had a hand placed on the wall. "What mattered the most, was remembered the least. The most obvious of things may hide the most treacherous of secrets." the hooded figure said, cryptically. "What are yo-" before Marcel could finish his question, the robbed figure quickly jumped up the fire escape on the side of a building before he began to run on a rooftop.

Marcel gasped a little from the sudden movement before recollecting himself to give chase. Marcel climbed up the same path as the figure and made it to the roof, only to see that the figure was on the other roof now, standing there, eerily looking at the samurai.

"It took you that long to get up here? I'm a bit disappointed after seeing you take down those five thugs in a matter of seconds." the robbed figure yelled out to Marcel in a sarcastic tone before he turned around to run. The samurai gritted his teeth a little before giving chase. Marcel ran across the roof, jumping over to the next one once he made it to the edge, but by that time, the figure was amazingly two roofs ahead.

Marcel's eyes widened from this sudden event. Did he miss something? Who could've sworn that he wasn't here not too long ago. It was as if somebody edited some time out of a surveillance video. The figure sat on the edge of the building that he was on facing away from Marcel who soon made it to that same building. The black haired pirate walked up to the figure before asking, "How are you able to move that fast?" causing the figure to snicker a little before everything went silent. "Isn't strange, Marcel?" the figure asked, finally breaking the silence. "Hm?" the samurai replied with a confused expression.

The hooded figure then held up one of his hands towards Marcel, showing a caterpillar slowly crawling on his index finger. "That such a hideous creature..." the figure said before holding out his other arm to reveal that a butterfly was on that index finger. "....can evolve into something, beautiful?" Marcel looked on in a much more confused look. Suddenly, the figure was gone and the butterfly was seen flying past with the caterpillar crawling on the ground.

"...Where did he...."

Marcel looked around frantically for the figure. How could he let him escape from his sight? Well, it's not like he was distracted or anything. He literally disappeared. Marcel shook his head quickly and jumped to the other roof as he continued to run. Marcel had no idea where to go honestly. He had no trace to follow and was like a blind man running wildly around a crowded city. Marcel looked down over the roof from time to time as he ran to see if he decided to run down there, but no luck.

The samurai hopped over another roof, almost tripping as he landed before he kept going. His katana was still out and dripping with blood from the previous ordeal as he neglected to clean it this time due to this distraction. Who exactly was this hooded figure. The samurai saw something or rather someone in the distance. As he got closer, Marcel realized it was the figure again, standing by the edge. But something was different about his attire. Something that caused the samurai' eyes to widen. There it was again, that tiger like symbol. The very same one that Marcel say back in the East Blue. The very same one that was branded on his shoulder.

Marcel's surprised expression soon turned into that of anger as he sped up more. This time he wasn't going to lose the figure. Just as Marcel was in arms reach of the figure, the man turned around to face the samurai and without any warning, he flipped Marcel over off of the roof through a hole on another roof. Luckily, Marcel landed back first on a familiar looking bed. He had a surprise expression on his face from the sudden action before turning his head to see that the katana he was holding fell blade first into the mattress, impaling it.

Marcel then slowly shifted his head around to survey the area, just now realizing where exactly he was. It was the house he grew up in when he came to the Blues, specifically his room. He quickly sat up and got out the bed, pulling his katana out from it in the process as he heard dripping coming from the living room. Marcel slowly made his way into that room to make sure no one was there to attack. The something caught his eye. A single droplet of liquid falling to the ground. He looked down to see that there was a small puddle of dark red liquid.

"Blood?" he said to himself before another droplet dropped from above. The samurai slowly held his head up to see where the blood was coming from and was met with a grim appearance. His mouth was wide open and eyes raised with shock as he continued to stare. It was his step father, dead and strapped up to the ceiling with blood dripping from his neck.

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