I got the idea for this from Second Division Prohibitions, written by elvenarchress.

English is not my first language, and I have no beta reader, so I'd thank if you could point me any mistakes you find.

Disclaimer: One piece is property of Eiichiro Oda and this fic is based on the prohibition number 533 from elvenarchress' fanfic Second Division Prohibitions, so I do not own the characters nor the idea for the story.

Annual Four Emperors' Meeting

Fleet Admiral Sengoku was drinking a cup of tea and enjoying one of his rare moments of peace. Being the leader of the world's main force of justice was a trying job, though a gratifying one at that, having to deal with Monkey D. Garp on a daily basis was sheer torture, but since a couple of months ago he'd chose Garp anytime: that bastard of a grandson of his, that brat known as Portgas D. Ace, had started some sort of prank war with his crew and dragged the rest of the world into it.

No training could prepare the Marine Corps for that fiend's machinations.

Of course, his peaceful afternoon couldn't stay that way.

He heard the screams a whole minute before the officer crashed through the door and skidded to a halt just before hitting his table.

-Fleet Admiral Sengoku! Sir! This is terrible!

-What now?

And there goes his peaceful cup of tea.

For the last week, the Whitebeard Pirates were getting increasingly nervous and paranoid. Some of them had taken to carry bags of coffee or tea and bottles of alcohol around, threatening whoever tried to take them.

There had been not a single prank for the whole week. Last time that happened, the consequences had been disastrous.

The fact that their Second Division Commander had been spotted giggling several times already didn't help anyone's nerves. They would've gone mad already if it weren't for the marine ships that had started attacking them over five days ago. Beating marines was always a stress-reliever, but its therapeutic properties had a limit when the source of stress was a dark-haired, freckled ball of energy known as Portgas D. Ace.

And so, Pops had decided not to sink their last attackers and instead sent Marco to their main ship to investigate. It didn't take long: inside a drawer on the commanding officer's room was a single, innocent looking sheet of paper.

Its contents had the crew laughing for a whole week.

Akagami,

The Annual Four Emperors' Meeting will have place at the usual island on September 1st.

Bring booze.

And on the bottom of the page was the Whitebeard Pirates' symbol.

At moments like this, Sengoku had to remind himself to not destroy Headquarters out of ire. He knew it was a possibility, he knew that scum wasn't above such a thing, he knew it was the less disastrous ending for this. Either way, as he couldn't murder the brat, he went for his second best option.

-GARP! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU TEACH THAT MONSTER?!

As he left to beat the crap out of the insane Vice-admiral, the letter that caused his fury was forgotten, ripped to shreds, on top of the table.

Sorry, it was a joke.

-Portgas D. Ace.