(Shaw) Shanks' Redemption
The heavy metal door swung open. Cigar smoke swam on the floor in plumes, dusking over the ankles of the students. The walls were covered with portraits; Tanizaki recognised the Mona Lisa, Sunflowers by Van Gogh, Pathway by Monet. The original Bayeux Tapestry hung over the walls, rich red silks covering the greyness of the stone walls. In a glass case secluded to the corner was the Kohinoor diamond, pushed to the side as if it were too unimportant to take any of the attention of the captors. In actuality they had been allowing Shanks' nephew, Luffy, take it out of the glass box and play catch with it. Gobsmacked, they watched the sight before them.
Shanks lay over a studded leather loveseat, arm nestled over the back of the headrest with a cigar loosely clutched between two fingers. An emptying bottle of sake was on the floor by his head and his eyes were hooded and relaxed.
Hawkeye and Kakashi sat on a heavy diamond-studded Armani futon, throwing poker chips between each other, gentle tickle of their laughter perfuming the air. They hardly looked towards the students at the door, instead taking turns to pass a bottle of sake between them. Hawkeye was wrapped in a rich, wine-red robe made of the finest llama fur, eyes dark and sultry.
On the other side of the prison cell sat Fukuzawa with his finest student, Ranpo. They ate gold-leaf smarties and Fukuzawa drowned Ranpo in praise. Near them sat Sanji and Ace, Ace being exceptionally beautiful with over-the-knee board shorts and a large straw hat over his brow. They played with Shanks' wiggling pup, and suddenly the origins of the extravagant collar made sense.
Atsushi noticed Zoro laid on the silken afghan carpet, napping.
Victor sat in a corner, his face tear stained, chewing on a Harrods receipt Hawkeye had been gracious enough to let him have.
"Can someone just explain what's going on?" said Yosano, disbelief clear on her face.
"What are you all doing here?" asked Fukuzawa, just noticing the group of his students all gathered around in the room.
"We're breaking you out," replied Hikaru.
"Yeah we saw you all a few hours ago when we went to get supplies," said Kakashi, waving his cigar around.
"Supplies? Wait, you could get out this whole time?" kaoru was aghast.
"Sure, how do you think you got your lesson plans?" said Shanks, drowsily.
"And you guys KNEW?" Dazai looked at Ranpo, Zoro and Sanji.
"We’ve been here to learn, what have you been doing?"
Sanji motioned to their dream charts they had spent the last week working on.
"Although we could leave at any point, we must stay here to maintain Oxbridge's reputation, if we leave before our charge is up, we would be branded as unlawful criminals, and no one would trust us to teach their children. Until then, Shanks will continue to drop off his detailed lessons plans, make sure you follow them well and you’ll be sure to pass your exams. Good luck."
At that he turned back to his sun, instantly dismissing the students who had fought to reach them.
Dejected, they turned to leave, passing Light Turner's cell as they left. They all fist bumped him through the bars, congratulating him on killing Gon. Atsushi remembered to pick up the unconscious Kunikida as they left, draping his body over his shoulder.
They stepped out into the courtyard, eyes widening at the scene.
Akutagawa laid passed out on the floor; Tennessee was dead, his broken body sprawled over rubble. Yosano approached him, “He died from too much potency," she announced sadly, clearly emotional over his death.
In the corner, Kajii aka Lemon Guy was on his knees, a dementor bent over him, their lips entwined in a bid for dominance.
"Tennessee is dead, and you’re kissing a dementor!?!" Tamaki cried.
The dementor stopped at the sound of his voice, Kajii's body falling lifelessly to the ground.
The students ignored them, and walked out, ready to continue their education.