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The World Government, a most feared revered organization by the civilians.
Marines, honorable men and women who put their life on the line to protect those in need and enact justice to rotten souls.
The cries of innocents ringing throughout the place as they are burned alive for sins not their own
They work like a well oiled machine, backstabbing trusting their comrades with their life.
The marines justice is shattered true and steady, a demise golden future for the world.
But even in such organizations there are days, moments in which the slaves? marines get to enjoy the high of holidays and celebrations with each other. Occasions when the burden of their work is ignored lifted of their shoulders.
Ignorance is bliss after all.
Marineford is bustling with everyone preparing for the oncoming Christmas celebration. Ornaments and other decorations are prepared to be hung up, the kitchens steaming as a banquet gets cooked up.
Munching on a rice cracker, Garp marches through the hallways towards his office and dodging the occasional marine rushing towards him without looking. Sighing he stuffs his remaining crackers into his pocket and continues on, his gaze wandering over the half-finished decorations.
Usually Christmas would be one of the few holidays Garp could spent at Dawn Island with his grandson, but not this year. Irritation rising in him he thinks about how Sengoku managed to strongarm him into a bet with his vacation on the stakes, which he lost by a margin. Now he’s here and would be missing his sweet grandson’s third birthday.
Already lamenting the fact he’d miss little Ace’s adorable smile, Garp reaches his office and steps in. His mood continues to sour as he sees the letters sent by Dadan and Makino on his desk.
Opening Dadan’s envelope first he’s met with a small bundle of pictures and the letter. All the pictures are of Ace as he does some of his daily activities. Seeing the gummy smile of his baby smooths some of the flames in Garp as he sighs, suddenly feeling weary and old. The letter contains a report and updates on their state as well as Ace’s progress he ignores the condolences of theirs for his absence at the bottom of the letter.
Moving over to dear Makino’s letter, he’s met with a short recital of his favorite Christmas carol and well wishes for the holiday. Snorting at the song Grap shakes his head. He remembers how he taught little Makino the song when she was still a little lass hiding behind her mothers skirt. It’s become their little tradition since then to sing it together in her mothers bar.
Storing the letters away safely Garp leans back and stares at the wall. There isn’t much for him to do as training and drills have been cancelled for the celebration, so he couldn’t torment any newbies. As he’s racking his brain for any possible ideas to do, something manages to catch his eye. There under a pile of unfinished paperwork glinted a small shiny paper with just its corner peeking out. Leaning over his desk Garp carefully grabbed it and pulled it out, inspecting the small paper closer.
It was another picture – one that was taken years ago in Marineford. It showed a chaos typically not associated with marines, paint and glitter splattered all around with marines sprawled around on the ground.
But what really stood out to Garp was the one in the front, grinning a wide D smile and swinging a paint bucket around. It was Dragon, pulling one of his usual pranks during his teens and terrorizing anyone who gets caught up in it.
His heart clenches at the thought of his rebellious son, somewhere out there doing who knows what. He did get a message from him recently, a meetup planned in a few months soon. Maybe then Garp can ask him how he’s doing?
He doesn’t know he’ll leave with another grandson and more questions than he had the day before.
Turning his head away he quickly stashes it away, ignoring the heavy feeling it gives him. But right as he wants to forget about it a sudden spark comes to him. The wheels turning in his head an idea starts to form.
A wide smile slowly spreads across his face as Garp stands up.
Senny is about to regret having him stay over in Marineford for Christmas.
“Did you hear about it?”
“What do you mean? Did something happen?”
“Oh man, you don’t know? Someone put glue on the door handles.”
“I heard someone sent letters to some of the higher ranked officers, telling them they were on the naughty list and would be getting coal!”
“Wait, is that why I saw rear admiral Stainless cry?!”
Halting, Sengoku furrows his brows at the rumors that fly around. A foreboding feeling slowly build up in his chest, but he quickly squashes it down. Surely It would quickly resolve itself and even if it didn’t, no one would dare to pull any tricks during the celebration with every admiral and vice-admiral present.
“You heard it as well?” Turning his head Sengoku looks at Tsuru, who’s standing right next to him. Humming, he considers what to say. “Someone is trying to be a jokester. Nothing that cannot be handled by others.”
Sighing Tsuru shakes her head. “Don’t underestimate the fools we work with, Sengoku.” Grimacing she adds “You know better than that.”
The start of a headache announces itself slowly simply thinking about what Tsuru said. “Please, don’t remind me. Let’s change the topic, it’s too early to talk about those things without liquor.”
As they walked away both failed to notice the Monkey D. standing by, eavesdropping on his closest colleagues with a devilish grin on his face.
Don’t let it be said that Garp cannot stay quiet or sneak up on anyone. He is a father as well as a grandfather, he knows how to be sneaky in the time of need.
Laughing boisterously Garp walks off into the opposite direction of where his friends went, ignoring the fearful looks he gets from those around him.
If you were to ask any of the marines present in Marineford that year, you’ll hear how Garp the Fist lost his mind on Christmas.
“WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS?!”
The loud cackling laugh of Monkey D. Garp will be ingrained in the minds of everyone there.
It is enough cause to have a new law implemented that day, to keep any Monkey D. away from Marineford on holidays.
A day later Morgan News started to spread pictures and stories of a newly painted pink, glittery Marine Headquarter, with the Fleet Admiral himself in his glitter covered glory chasing the Hero of the Marines down the docks screaming profanities at him.
Further interviews revealed, that glitter bombs were wrapped up as gifts and passed around, leaving the victims covered in sticky glitter all over. Outside along the walls were paint bombs attached, timed to go off at Christmas Eve during the celebration of the marines.