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A/N: I do not own Kantai Collection, it is rightfully Kadokawa's. Only the OCs are mine!
Edited 02/01/2017: Some typos and tense mistakes.
Chapter 1: Silently, he swore.
"Why did this have to happen...?" The man cried out with desperation, as before him was the wrath of the ocean. Everything was black and chaotic with storm clouds, maddening gusts, and tremendous downpour. Why did it have to happen now of all time? This, he literally had no idea. It was only another hour or two and he would be about halfway through to his destination, and this just had to happen. He needed to be there as soon as possible and this had to happen. He had to be there for her, and the myriad of gods decided to finally turn their back to him…
"Look like I can't keep our promise, heh? Gods sure do hate me, don't they?" The desperate expression on a man's face faded as he heaved an arduous sigh. He was about to be promoted into a rank of Commander in a week or so, he could even count the day on his hands. He would become one of the prized personnel of the Imperial Japanese Navy. He will become one of the capable officers with an honor to command the fleet, fighting back against the threat to humanity. The mantle of hero was just right in front of him…
That was if this did not happen.
He clutched the handle of the military sword at his waist with a visage of regret veiling his expression. Now he understood why he got promoted so fast, from an Ensign to Commander in the matter of three to four years without any major work in the Navy. Nothing he did in the Navy was worthy of promotion, except for all the information he got in his past career with the Army.
"I know too much about the secrets you guys had hidden for a long time, so that's the reason you get rid of me, huh? A nice way to kill a young curious veteran who had survived from the first attack, is this? Is this all their little brain could come up with, those old men up top." The man grudgingly wandered around the vessel that was still trying to get him to his destination. Aimlessly he trotted and turned, only to realized that all the personnel was nowhere in sight.
A good way to dispose of those who were in the way.
"Well, where we are, I wonder? Ironbottom Sound should be about…here? How about I doom humanity with all the information I have? Nah, that's not good. Hmm…" He muttered as he scanned the map carefully without minding the creaking sounds. Calculating in his mind, he glared at a certain group of islands near enough for him to deem it safe from this storm.
Solomon Islands, such dangerous place was the safe haven from this madness for him, how ironic.
If this ship could stand the storm for this long already, she might be able to withstand it a little bit more and sent him to safety. He had to survive, since they want to get rid of him, he will have to survive just to prove them wrong. He had lived for almost thirty years long already, becoming the thorn in their side by continuing on for all eternity did not sound that bad…
"I just have to survive."
He had to fulfill his duty as a soldier; an honest soldier served his country with life. He will not falter to this scheme, he will get them back. Those who seek benefits for their own and made other suffered, he will make them regret.
Love country than Life... Why must this come up now of all time?
He thought to himself as he looked out the window at the huge waves coming his way.
"Well, I swear if I die, I will avenge myself for sure. And for country? Let's think about that when I live to see another sun." The man backed away from the window and slid down the wall into a crouch position. His teeth gritted with rage, eyes red with bloodshot. No matter how much pain he will have to suffer, he will avenge himself. No matter how much time it will take, he will find them, hunting them down one by one. Those who held all these dirty secrets, those who tainted the pure and made them to what they had become, those who set him up to the trial of this storm…
All of them must die!
The calm naval officer with an easygoing expression was no more. Eyes to eyes, teeth to teeth. If they wanted him dead, he will survive and get back to them with the pain tenfold. He will expose them, expose all the secrets they had hidden.
The origin of Abyssal Fleet!
"I'll make them pay. I'll haunt them, make them suffer the pain they give to others! I'll make them pay for doing this to me!"
