Akio grunted into his glass cup filled with sake as he tried his best not to listen to the foolish chatter of a so called 'pirate' and how many people he's killed. Seriously, if Akio's counted all the people he's killed in his day like shorty back their he'd need a pen and paper. A long long piece of paper.

But unlike other pirates Akio doesn't kill for fun or to die down his boredom. He only kills the useless pirates that only become the people of the sea for the enjoyment of ruining people's lives.

"Oi, Blondie," Akio's right eye twitched in annoyance. Looking up from his drink he is greeted to the sight of a bartender. The old man looked well past his years and limits. Dark bags lurked under his hallow gray eyes while his hair was as gray as can be. "Yeah Ossan?" He replied blankly. The old man smirked at the name, but soon that smirk faded into a small frown. Leaning down on the counter he whispered into the teens ear. "I don't think you should be in here at the moment," he suggested. Akio could have scoffed. He could have, but didn't out of respect.

He gave the ancient bartender a confused look. The hallow eyes shifted its line of vision over to the table all the way in the corner. The naïve beginner pirate from before was throwing his gun up and down in the air like it was some kind of toy. Akio sighed. "Ossan, if your worried about these 'pirates,'" at the mention of the word the man-or should I say boy-looked at them. Along with his little followers. "I can assure you that I'll be more than fine."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Shorty walked over and sat in the stool next to Akio. Said teen rolled his eyes. He always finds a way to attract trouble. It was like a curse. Maybe that makes up for the fact that he can swim…

"It means little boy," Akio spat. Really, first a weird hooded figure has been following him nonstop, and now his quiet evening is soiled from this stupid kid. "That you are harmless." Shorty growled. Was he trying to look intimidating? Because he was failing miserably. "You saying you could take me on Blondie?" Akio held the glass cup in his hands a little tighter. This kid was really starting to get on his nerves.

Shorty noticed how the older teens look hardened at the nickname Blondie and decided to add fuel to the fire. "Are you a natural blonde? Or did you just dye it that color? It suits you, Blondie."

Akio mentally smiled at the boys attempts to actually make him mad. Akio was more of a guy that usually never showed any signs of anger. It just wasn't in his nature to actually be mad at someone or something. He could get pissed of but he usually calmed down as quick as it came.

"Ossan," the old mans head snapped back to Akio. "Thanks for the drink." And with that, Akio stood up, dropped some beli down on the counter as a tip, and left. Leaving behind a shocked bartender, awed customers, and a visibly infuriated short wannabe pirate.

Akio stepped outside and was greeted by a cold gust of wind. He didn't shiver, only buttoned up his long black coat that ended at his knees. "Hey Blondie!" Why can't it just go away?

Akio didn't even acknowledge the boy and started walking. He looked up at the sky. Dark clouds started to form overhead. It'll rain soon. "Great." He muttered under his breath.

"Oi," a ruff hand yanked his shoulder back. Akio sighed. Shorty looked at him in disgust. From behind the small kid more 'crew members' he presumed started to come from behind. "Nobody gets ta disrespect the Buber and live to tell the tale." For one, Akio thought. He wouldn't even waste his breath on the stupid 'tale' and for two, Akio's positive hell forget this kid in the morning. "Oh really." Akio said in his monotone. This seemed to make Buber even more mad.

"Shoot'im boys!" She shouted. Before Akio could blink his ears echoed from the sound of gunfire coming towards him. Once they hit their target the shooting stopped and the crew stared in pure horror at what was left behind.

Akio did another sigh. "Well this was a waste of time," he spoke while taking off his jacket. Holes littered the poor black fabric that was once nice and whole. "And a jacket."

Buber pointed a shaky finger at Akio. "I-It went through you!" He shouted. The blond resisted the urge to grin. "Thank you for stating the obvious."

Akio once again turned around and started to walk down the sidewalk. Only this time without a warm jacket to protect him from his worst enemy. Cold temperature.


I know its short but I have a bad habit of always having the first two if three chapters short. I really hope you guys will like this story. Later on it gets very interesting. Also, you can help me by reviewing or pm me OC's for other characters. Just names and personalities. You can even add a backstory if you like. Just tell me how i do! :)