Title: The Seven Sins Go Shopping.
Author: snowwinter486/Nyukisan21
Pairings: Not intentional.
Genre: angst.
Summary: Future Universe: in which our favorite ex-CP9 members find Spandam, and get their one wish. At the price of something else...
Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece or the character
A/N: BEWARE! THERE IS CHARACTER DEATH! AND SPOILERS! AND IN THIS ONE: DRUG USUAGE!
Kalifa and her adventures with Greed.
Waking up in the morning, the blonde draped herself in a white robe, she understood that life was harsh. CP9, proof of it. But, what she didn't understand was the basic fundamentals that everyone else got around her, it was... halfway impossible-like.
How long was it since she didn't know how to do something?
It was... addictive, to know something and shine in it. She wants it, more and more, endlessly.
It wasn't healthy, taking drugs, getting addicted to them, no, it's never healthy.
And at times, one can't help but continuously take them. Just popping them endlessly.
It's been a couple of years, she lost count.
The only woman, the only one that was almost always wearing glasses, the only one that could get away with, "That's sexual harassment," and the elder sister in CP9, the family that needed each other, just slightly too late.
It's been forever.
All she's been doing? Going out, working, coming in, drinking herself to sleep, repeat. Just endless, boring life, never keeping track of anything really.
The money keeps coming in, but she wants more.
She hates it when she sees other, happy families, something within her boils, and she breaks them, smirking at her work, she wants it.
If she can't have it, no one can.
God, when did she become so...
Selfish?
"K-Kalifa-san?" 18 year-old, young male, a new one in CP9, was at the kitchen doorstep.
"What?" she was pissed, she finished the mission, and then, well, she got her hands on some achohol...
Let's just say that it wasn't pretty and leave it like that. The capped male looked worried and scared. 'So, he's the boring type,' she amused herself with her thoughts.
"Smoking isn't healthy," Jyabura growled as he stepped in, "That's what the brat wants to say, he's just too scared... Is that my sake?" the wolf-zoan didn't sound too pleased with the blonde.
"Yoyoi! I'm so sorry!" the sobbing male in the corner screamed, but was soon ignored.
"Why are all of you so loud at one in the morning?" Lucci, who was not a morning person, and liked every single moment of his naps and sleep where they are, was peeved to the fourth degree.
"Hmm? Kalifa is drunk and is smoking, chapapa!"
A silence fell over the group.
"Blueno, you stopped smoking, right?" Lucci growled.
The group entirely tensed, a sleep-deprived leopard isn't a happy Lucci.
"Y-yeah," slightly terrified, the large male gulped.
"So, that isn't your cigarette pack that Kalifa has... right?"
"Uh... yeah," slowly backing away now. Everyone, except Kalifa, who was sitting down.
"That's sexual harassment!" she called, drunk.
"And Jyabura, that's your sake causing all of this?"
Sadly for her, she can't remember anything else.
She sighed.
What the hell happened three years ago?
That's right, three years ago... They went and traumatized Spandam, the thought made her happy, but the next part didn't.
No, in fact, it worsened.
Two people died that day, one ran away, another died a couple of days later...
After that last person, everyone just... disbanded.
The group stayed together for the lone reason to torture and traumatize Spandam, that's their only connection. And still, one tried his best to keep everyone together, so they did.
And then, three years ago, he died a week following, due to failing heart. How pitiful.
And so, three years ago, the last, remaining three members left.
At the same time, Kalifa can't help but long for them. To have them just like earlier.
To have everything, this wasn't Kalifa three years ago.
Yes, the events of three years ago killed it all. Every single bit.