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 THIS ONE: MENTIONED TORTURE!
Blueno is a sloth.
He never was the first one on his feet like Jyabura, and he's not the type to spring at the idea of killing someone like Lucci, he also isn't the type to remark on everything and anything like Kalifa, he isn't loud and desperate for information like Fukurou, and he definitely honorable like Kumadori is, and of course, he isn't as active as a young-one like the happy-yet-serious Kaku.
No, he's in his own little world.
Blueno is happy like that as well, although he comes to envy the others, he's perfectly satisfied with how he is now.
Perfectly.
He was never one to do much either, he likes not really doing anything. He will do something when it comes, but he rather not.
And that's why he loves being a bartender, he doesn't have to worry about running or rushing, he can take his time and move slowly. Talking to people calmly, listening to their worries without them worrying that he would tell everyone.
He just... so tired.
When Fukurou ran in with information about Spandam, everyone rushed over, except Blueno who just walked calmly over to the excitement.
Already, it's night.
The group laughing at their success, even Lucci had a grin on his face, it was truly awesome. The ex-bartender can't remember the last time it's been like this.
Very relaxing.
And shamefully it all broke down.
Opening the door to the other side, Blueno lead the group out onto the forest, watching everyone run through, the last person... Kumadori.
"He's still over there, chapapa!" Fukurou chimed and Blueno nodded.
"We'll be there, don't worry and get to safety," he said, and after some hesitant looks, the group dragged each other off.
"...We'll be waiting at the base," Kaku whispered and passed him his handkerchief, "Give this back," running off with the group.
"That... sexual harassment, but I'll let it slide," Kalifa nodded, as she ran after Kaku and Fukurou.
"Show-off," Jyabura grinned, "But... I guess we'll be waiting for you and Kumadori, so... don't be late."
A stare from Lucci, followed by a curt nod, "Go," he said, rushing off after the group.
"Yeah."
Rushing back over, little did he know, that this caused the chain of events.
When one does something that wasn't meant for them, only thing that would come out of it is failure. And because he was once in CP9, failure is death.
Get the picture?
"Kumarori!" he called out in the mass of fire, calling his comrade.
"Y-Yoyoi!" a scream as the pink-haired male stumbled over to him, "G-get out of here. BLUENO!"
Last thing he knew before he was done with.
The worst part, he never got to give Kaku's his handkerchief back.
Damn... Can you guys... forgive me?
Eight years ago, Blueno would be the ones getting rid of the trash, he was apart of CP9, you know. Three years ago, Blueno wouldn't have cared, he was a slow bartender at Water 7. Two years ago, he was out performing in the streets next to Jyabura, the talking wolf that would jump through hoops. One year ago, he was living a peaceful life, a slow, but enjoyable one at that.
And now, well, he's dead.
His body hanged as though it was to be laughed at.
Ah yes, when the sloth does something, you can't really expect good things, now can we?
Yep, the incident on that day was proof.
It's funny, because when he was first knocked out, the only thing he could think of was, "I'm sorry, Kaku, I don't think that I can return your handkerchief. Ever."