Absolute Justice...or not

So this idea came to me a couple days ago , and it didn't want to leave. So here I am , my first fic. Please apologize the poor grammar etc.

I was watching the Marineford arc a week ago and I thought; what if Akainu died at the hands of Whitebeard?

Well...here you go.

Oh and by the way , I own nothing except for the ideas. Peace.

Chapter I: No more hound of Justice

Admiral Akainu coughed up blood as he was hammered to the ground by a litteral earthquake. All of it's power hit him in the head and he saw stars. His body-lava and all- couldn't take the battering for much longer , his vision was dimming and that was not a good sign.

The earth cracked beneath him , giving him a chance to escape the Wrath of the Strongest Man Alive. He steeled himself and slithered his way down the chasm created by one of the Four Yonko. He had to survive. He couldn't trust anyone to uphold true Absolute Justice , not even his apprentice. It was his life's work , his dream. Whilst some dreamed of becoming rich or even changing the world as it is , he did not.

He wanted to lock up everysingle pirate scum out there. It would be difficult , but he knew that if you took the pillars of pirate society down then the others wouldn't dare making a move agaisnt the World Government. The Yonko were his targets , not simple ones but their death was necessary to the destruction to pirate-kind in general.

Of course it could be all for naught , Gol D Roger had proved that. Instead of stopping the pirates , his death had only added to the influx of pirates out there. If only he had not spoken those last words , then it would already be over.

Slithering his way down , the man-half flesh , half molten rock- the man did not acount for the fact that his sworn enemy would catch him. Strong hands coated in Haki gripped his leg , crushing it in the process , and flung him in the air. For a fleating moment , in the air , Akainu couldn't hear anything. Not the sounds of steel clashing or gun's firing. It was...peaceful.

And when he descended , Whitebeard's massive fist cocking back in preparation for the blow that would surely end him , he had only one thought.

I have failed.

And then he died.