A/N: So yeah, got a bit of writers block atm so trying to alleviate that by doing these little drabbles. Request something if you want, I'm open to ideas. Just want to get myself back into the writing mojo. Anyways, hope you enjoy.
Cold
One winter night as the crew snuggled around the campfire they jokingly asked Aokiji if he was even capable of feeling cold.
Aokiji laughed as he laid across the barren snow with nothing but a T-shirt and shorts and responded with a simple "No."
That was only half true, however.
In his dreams he'd see a man standing amongst a mound of corpses with the image of justice emblazoned across his chest. After taking a closer look at the man whose eyes were void and lifeless, he saw himself. And that was something that chilled him to the bones.