AN: Hello! So here it is; Lucy's training begins! And she is going to have a bad time. A really, really, really bad. So this chapter was heavily inspired by the movie Major Payne which if you haven't seen then you really need to because it is one hilarious mofo.

A thousand thanks to all who have continued to read this story. Another million to those who have reviewed! You should all get your personal cookie machines because y'all are awesome. And oh my gosh someone called me senpai!

Disclaimer: If I owned any of this Garp would be the star of One Piece and we would all just watch him beat the snot out of everyone else.

My Name is Major Benson Kizaru Payne


"Got no worry, got no stress!

'Cause we feel good in a dress.

Major Payne's a major diss.

He makes us squat when we piss.

Got no worries, got no care.

I'm just a bald headed son of a bitch without hair."

- Cadets, Major Payne


The week that Lucy spent waiting for her training to begin, was probably one of the worst that she ever had in the last year. To start it off she had woken up the next morning after Kizaru had agreed to train her, only to drag herself to the guild where everyone had openly stared at her and her team as they marched their way up stairs to the Master's office. There the Master had screamed and yelled at everyone expect Lucy, making her feel ridiculously guilty, before she was finally able to explain that it was her fault that everything was destroyed. Makarov had gaped at her and then scoffed telling her that she shouldn't take the blame for others' mistakes.

It had taken her and Team Natsu almost an hour to convince the Master that it was in fact Lucy who destroyed the castle and lost them all the reward money but he only truly believed them when she told him that Kizaru had went over board. Then Makarov placed the blame at the Admiral's feet and refused to let Lucy feel guilty, however Lucy had argued back saying that as she was a celestial wizard it was her responsibility to... guide where a spirits' power went and she failed to do so. Finally Makarov gave and let Lucy off with a stern, albeit reluctant warning.

Then for the next three days the entire guild simply would not let her live the incident down. She could deal with a couple teasing comments but when everyone began to call her 'The Destroyer' it quickly wore on her nerves. To make matters worse Natsu now came up to her almost every hour attempting to get into fight with her by punching her. Lucy couldn't even begin to count how many flaming fists she had to dodge.

On the fourth day a letter from both Mayor McLovin and the Magic Counsel had come directly to her home, both explaining how she was now forbidden from ever stepping foot in Wallard and that she must maintain at least a four-thousand yard radius from any National monuments. It wouldn't have been so bad if Natsu hadn't slept over that night, found the letters and then ran to the guild displaying the embarrassing letters for everyone to read on the job board.

Lucy then decided to avoid the guild entirely for the next two days and instead either spent time hanging out with Wendy and Carla, training with Capricorn, or running around Magnolia trying to get into some semblance of shape. That was another aspect that had made her week so horrible; that she realized she pretty damn out of shape. She had a feeling that she would need every bit of muscle she could gain if she was going to survive training with Kizaru.

That was last part of her week. The celestial wizard had worked herself up into such an excited state for the training that every hour felt like a day was passing. She found herself listless and bored unable to keep her focus on one task for more than half an hour, and struggled to think about anything other than the upcoming strengthening she would undergo. Lucy knew that it would take weeks, even months to get to the level where she wanted to be but she couldn't help but daydream about the S-class missions she would take and the adventures that she would be able to face on her own. It was an exhilarating feeling, the freedom of not having to rely on anyone except herself. Don't get her wrong she would always want and need her friends, they were a team, a family, and family looked out for each other but she would feel like a contributing member rather than a hindrance.

So that's why when a week finally passed Lucy immediately shot out of bed and rushed through her morning routine. Natsu and Happy had slept over again and both were rudely awoken when Lucy pounded through her home, letting out insane giggles periodically. They watched at she dumbly smiled to herself and watched, wary, as she quickly shoveled the cereal she was eating into her mouth.

"What's with you?" Natsu questioned carefully as if she was some lunatic just waiting to snap. Lucy however neither noticed nor cared as she finished her meal in record time and practically threw the dish into the sink.

"Today I start training! I'll see you guys later okay? Bye!" Lucy rambled out quickly as she slipped her shoes on and flew out the door to go to the clearing in the forest outside of Magnolia that she had found a day earlier. Without even waiting for a goodbye she was gone.


"WHAT THE HELL KIND OF TRAINING IS THIS!?" Lucy screeched ear shattering, running like a bat out of hell through bushes and trees. From close behind a seemingly innocent chuckle echoed alerting her to the incoming danger. She pumped her arms even faster trying to escape from the pain that was no doubt about to come, when a large hand caught the back of her head and slammed her already bruised face into the ground. Pain awaited her when face and stone met and she struggled to keep her breakfast down when it and shock coursed through her body. Thankfully she didn't lose it and instead rolled out of the way as Kizaru brought his foot down.

Her attempt was mostly successful, her left hand being the only casualty to be caught under the Admiral's foot, which created a sickening crack and pain, horrible pain, snaked its way up her arm.

"Wooow, Lucy-chaaan good job! You managed to dodge that attack... well mostly at least." Kizaru said smiling serenely over Lucy's pained cries. He lifted his foot mercifully and Lucy immediately retracted her hand to cradle it to her chest.

"YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE!" She yelled back to his praise while she pushed herself up with her unbroken hand and began another mad dash through the forest. It had been like this since she summoned him, when she was still over the moon in excitement to begin her 'training.' Kizaru had explained what haki was and how it effected a person, saying that were three types and each one had a different benefit. He told her that anyone should be able to master Observation and Armament Haki as long as they knew how to train it up and he hoped that she would be able to learn it as well. It was his theory that no one in her world had ever figured out how to train in haki and that was why no one used it, not because they physically couldn't. None the less, even if turned out she couldn't use haki the training would still be a great benefit to her, he had said shrugging his shoulders.

At first Lucy had wondered how the training would still help her.

Then she stopped when Kizaru had slammed a fist into her gut and announced that today would be a test of her one-on-one combat abilities (meaning she couldn't use her keys) but reassured her that he would only use his own natural strength and 'go easy on her.'

The liar.

What followed after their little haki 101 was Lucy attempting (quiet sadly she might add) to land a hit on Kizaru. It proved harder than she thought as the man blocked each and every blow she tried to deliver with one really flexible leg. Seriously he put world-class gymnasts to shame the way he could bend that thing. It was also some what humbling to see that he didn't feel threatened enough by her attacks that he felt the need to dodge. Even when she used her whip he simply took the blow with a small 'ow' and let it wrap around his leg and then used it to pull her off balance. Although she supposed she shouldn't be to embarrassed considering that the man was insanely strong.

Lucy wasn't sure how long that little session lasted, what she was sure of though was that when it ended she very tired, covered in sweat and panting. The cool morning air had been chased away by the searing sun and Lucy was feeling it. Even Kizaru seemed to be bothered by it enough to hang his long white coat up on a low branch. He did not suffer from tiredness like Lucy however, which was very unfortunate for her because without warning he broke his pattern of blocking and went on the offensive.

The celestial wizard had been trying for another hit somewhere along his torso when he suddenly dropped the leg that he had been using to block and instead used it to deliver a powerful kick to her ribs. The wind had been knocked out of Lucy for one horrible moment and she had fallen to her knees clutching her smarting ribs. When she looked up with wounded eyes, about to ask why the heck he would do that, when the words went dead in her mouth at the sight of the Admiral. The upper half of his body was covered in shadow, only his sunglasses visible as they flashed in the sunlight, his leg held high and hands in his pockets, a dangerous aurora emitted from him.

"It's time," he drawled out slowly, moving his head so that she could see the terrifying hungry stare that he was giving her, like the one he had given Minerva, "for endurance trainiiing~!" The way he said it sent shivers down her spine but she wasn't left with much time to do anything else as he stomped on her face. Arms and legs flew into the air at the force he used as the back of her head connected with the ground making her vision swim and for one horrifying moment she thought there was a whole army of Kizarus. Though she couldn't see it a red mark had been etched on her face in the shape of Borsalino's foot, however it was quickly yellowing warning that a bruise was forming.

For some strange reason Kizaru had felt pride swell in his chest at the sight of Lucy's face with his footprint on it. Maybe it was because it was like some messed up version of a hickey.

Lucy had gingerly pushed herself so as to make sure that her vision wouldn't start seeing double again. When she reached a sitting position she carefully touched the back of her head where a painful thrumming was coming from and winced when her fingers met a large bump that was slowly growing in size. Carefully she moved to a standing position and only swayed slightly, although the need to vomit was beginning to grow.

"W-what is wrong with you? Are you trying to kill me?" Lucy would have yelled at him if it hadn't been for the headache that would only grow worse with sound. Borsalino had simply chuckled and then once again without warning, launched another attack at her, this time his fist ramming itself into her gut lifting her whole body a foot off the ground. When he removed it Lucy was barely able to control her shaking knees from collapsing on her. She folded into herself arms wrapped tightly around her middle in bid to try and stem the pain. It didn't work in case you were wondering.

"Would you give me a second?!" She had practically begged. The oh so clever asshole paused for a second chuckling, the sadistic son of a bitch, but then quickly yanked one of her arms away from her with a powerful tug and the twisted himself around to pull her through the air, over his head and then slam her whole body into the ground like it was nothing more than a rag doll. It was then, as she lay spread eagle on the ground, that Lucy realized Borsalino's kind of training was going to be hell. With that realization she came to another; she really didn't want to be trained by Borsalino.

So, to her amazement, she some how managed to maneuver her aching body off the ground and pushed it to start running. Some deep primal part of her mind had told her she wouldn't last out in the open so she made for the thick under brush running past a wheezing Plue (the poor thing had been told to run a hundred laps around the clearing and already he was beyond tired). She was only a few feet away from her goal when a pebble nailed her in the small of her back. The blonde had let out a pained yelp and stumbled, only just managing to keep herself up right and covered the spot where she'd been hit but continued to race towards the trees even as more pebbles pelted her back and legs.

She had thought she was safe considering the fact that she had gotten to cover. She was horribly proven wrong when out of nowhere Kizaru stepped out from behind a tree, nearly giving her a heart attack, and put his arm out to the side. Lucy had been to close and going to fast to stop herself in time and the result had her being clotheslined in the neck. She clutched her neck as the woman had coughed and spluttered trying to get her air pipes to operate properly but failing miserably. Taking the opportunity while she flailed around like a fish, the tall Admiral delivered another hard kick to the uninjured side of her. She groaned and mumbled incomprehensibly.

Somehow she had managed to distract him, she wasn't sure how, something about Plue not running, but either way she had gotten up and escaped only to be found again and have the crap be beaten out of her (Lucy had the feeling that he would purposely let her escape). They played that sadistic game of cat and mouse for Mavis knows how long but by now most her skin was black and blue, only a few patches of skin its normal pale color, and blood came profusely out of multiple cuts littering her body. Even the tiniest movement sent screaming pain up spine and she struggled to breath as sore, probably broken, ribs rattled around in her chest. All of this and the sweat and the bone wary tiredness led to one conclusion; she had enough.

She no longer cared if stopping would only be met with more pain, she was just too tired. So the stellar mage stopped her panicked running and collapsed to her knees, arms flopping to the ground, utterly useless, and she seriously doubted that she would be able to move anymore even if she wanted to. That was how Kizaru found her, head bent and looking hopelessly defeated, when he came jogging up to her. For some reason he didn't immediately start hitting her and instead gave her a concerned frown for the first time that day.

"Maaaybe I went a little over board... Come on Lucy-chan let's get you back to Wendy-chaaan." He sighed heavily. She didn't know why he said it, maybe it was the defeated look in her eye, the greasiness of her hair from being soaked in sweat, or perhaps the blood that flowed like a water fall from her broken nose but he did and she almost started crying in relief.

He gently, so greatly in contrast with the viciousness he attacked her with all day that it made her mouth drop in surprise, hooked his hands underneath her arms and lifted her into a standing position. Steadying her with one hand, he turned around and crouched, some how managing to lead her limp body into a piggy back position. Checking to make sure that her arms were securely over his broad shoulders and that he had a good grip on her thighs, he stood back up to his full towering height and began to trek carefully, so as not to jostle her pained body too much, back to the clearing he left his jacket and Plue at.

Lucy on the whole was silent only a pained groan escaping her every so often and had her cheek resting against the back of Borsalino's head. The coarse hairs that stemmed from his skull tickled her check but she found she enjoyed the sensation as well as the smell that came from them. You wouldn't believe it but it smelt like vanilla and there was a deep musky smell that drifted up from his body, most likely from whatever cologne he was wearing. Lucy couldn't get enough of it though, and sucked in deep heaving breathes to try and enjoy it as much as she could. Kizaru, with his keen hearing, easily heard the snuffling noise she was making and struggled to keep his laughter down so he wouldn't cause her more pain.

"Are you sniffing me or are you trying to snort craaack back there?" He teased gently. Lucy started to giggle throatily but stopped as soon as pain pulsed from her ribs.

"Oh don't make me laugh..." she groaned and closed her eyes.

"Sooo? Do I smell good or what?"

"You smell amazing..."She sighed breathlessly shutting her eyes and rubbing her cheek into his curly hair. The man carrying her turned his head slightly and glanced behind him only being able to get a partial glance of Lucy's pained but calm face. Guilt went through his system, surprising him, at seeing the damage he had caused. He really had been too rough on her, perhaps he should lay off a little tomorrow... but nah today was to much fun, besides how else was she going to get tough?

Turning back around when they finally reached the clearing they started at, Borsalino carefully balanced Lucy with one hand as he reached with the other to grab his enormous coat. Minding the hurting woman, he placed the jacket over both of them so that it lay like a blanket over Lucy. He chuckled when he saw that the officer coat was so large that you could barely make out the outline of her body.

"Oh shiiit." Borsalino's body began to shake under Lucy's body alerting her to his silent laughter as he cursed with amusement and a distinctly impressed tone. Lucy, curious as to what roused such a reaction from the sadistic man, opened her eyes and looked over his shoulder. Her mouth dropped open in shock when she saw the scene before her and her ride.

All around the edge of the clearing were small puddles of vomit distanced sporadically, looking like hundreds of little dogs had come and started puking their guts randomly, however it was not hundreds of little dogs, it was just on little spirit dog. Poor, sweet Plue laid face down in one of his vomit piles, shaking much more than normal, and was covered head to toe in his lunch.

"Oh my Mavis..."

Before she could do anything the Admiral began to move towards the downed spirit, nothing but amusement written on his face, and stopped when his large shadow covered the little spirit. Kizaru then crouched down so that both he and Lucy could get a better view of the Nikola.

"Dammn Plugly... Did you run all the laps I told you to?" Plue to Lucy's amazement managed to turn his head to give a tired glare to Borsalino but nodded his head.

"Holy cooow! I didn't think you'd really do all of them! I just set a ridiculously high goal so you could fail and then I could rub it your face but... way to go little dude!" Both Lucy and Plue set their glares on Kizaru more than a little annoyed by his confession yet Lucy swore some pride grew in Plue's tired demeanor at the light wielding Admiral's praise.

Making sure that the Nikola would be alright, Lucy sent him home for some much needed rest, and then snuggled back down into Kizaru's coat, like a gofer in its hole, while Kizaru returned to their journey to Magnolia. Only bothering her for directions every once and awhile, Kizaru left her alone, allowing her to enjoy the cocoon of warmth he created between his large body and equally large jacket as they returned to Fairy Tail.


"What happened?! Where you attacked!? Did you fall!? Who did this!?"

Lucy, who had been in that strange asleep but not asleep stage, groggily opened her eyes to see a concerned looking Erza questioning a calm looking Borsalino who, without missing a beat, stepped around the frantic looking red head and continued his merry way to the infirmary, a worried Wendy leading him.

"Oho no, nothing that serious! We were just training!" The Admiral said cheerfully making Titania stop short and give him a fierce glare.

"You mean you did this?" Erza accused, pointing at finger at Lucy's bruised and broken face. The blonde suddenly felt even more thankful for the white coat that covered her body. She was sure if Erza and the rest of guild saw the true extent of the damage done to her body they wouldn't just be sending angry looks and strong words at Kizaru.

"Yep." He replied not the least bit bothered by the anger coloring the powerful wizard's tone. Erza followed him as he carried himself and Lucy up stairs and into the infirmary. He walked to the sterile bed that Wendy pointed him to and turned around, gently lowering Lucy onto the bed. With his large body no longer blocking Lucy, her body was relived, showcasing all the damage that had been delivered to her. Erza's eyes widened in shock seeing the state her friend was in. The re-quip mage however quickly recovered and rushed over the Admiral so that they stood chest to chest. Well chest to stomach more like, considering the towering height Borsalino had over the wizard.

"That's not training, that's a beating." Erza growled dangerously low, fists clenched at her side and shaking.

"You're kinda scary when your angryyy~." Kizaru said, though his demeaning tone and posture said Erza was anything but.

"You-," whatever scolding Erza was about to give was cut off by Lucy.

"Erza please. I know it looks bad and believe me it feels even worse, but I asked Borsalino to train me and that's what he did. So please don't yell at him." The blonde defended her 'spirit' making Erza's face fall in surprise and Borsalino sent a smug look to the redhead.

"But Lucy, look at what he did to you! Surely someone else would be better suited in training you?"

"No. This is exactly why I want him to train me; because he won't treat me like a delicate doll. He'll push me to my limit and then some, that's only way I'm going to get better. Believe me I appreciate that Team Natsu has always defended me but I'll never get any better if you all keep protecting me." Lucy spoke sternly brokering no room for argument and Erza was rendered to silence. She seemed conflicted, worry and pride for her friend duking it out, but finally she sighed and gave the blonde a nod and resigned smile before leaving the room.

Wendy who had stood off to the side watching the trio with Carla removed Borsalino's coat from Lucy to begin her examination of the blonde once Erza left. She gently guided Lucy to lay down and started to begin to run tests with her magic, keeping her hands a couple inches above Lucy's body and she ran them up and down over her patient. While the young girl focused on the task before her, Borslino took a seat on the bed next to Lucy's.

"You could have gone easier on her you know." A prim and proper voice came from his side and he turned his head to see a condescending looking Carla floating near his head.

"Oh a flying cat!" Kizaru mumbled in surprise before he reached out with his hands to gently grab Carla. As he brought her in front of him, the flustered exceed squirmed and protested at being handled so roughly and how it was 'very ungentlemanly of him to grab her in such a way.' Kizaru of course ignored her and grinned at the talking cat, reaching to stroke one of her soft ears. To Carla's horror and to Kizaru's joy the refined exceed's body seemed to turn to liquid in his hands and began to emit a soft purr.

"I'm not just some cat." She mumbled, weakly protesting. The tall man chuckled at her futile attempts of retaining some sense of decorum and moved his hand from her ear to her chin gently scratching underneath it.

"Of course nooot," Borsalino agreed sagely, nodding his head, "you're the prettiest kitty in all the land."

"I'm the prettiest kitty..." Carla mumbled with her eyes closed in bliss, not even aware that she had repeated him, she was so wrapped up in the wonderful feelings the strange man was creating. When he moved his hand to rub a knuckle against her cheek, just behind her whiskers, her rumbling purrs began to turn into happy mewls.

"How is he doing that? I've never seen her do that..." Wendy mumbled pausing in her work on healing Lucy's bruised ribs to gaze at the happy pair in wonder. Lucy laid staring as well, pain forgotten at the strange sight.

"It's because I'veee got magic hands." Kizaru announced proudly looking up at Wendy with a wink while he continued to pet Carla. The young wizard blushed at being caught staring and quickly resumed her work. However now that a new toy was placed in front of him, Kizaru didn't plan on letting the young girl off the hook so easily.

"Ahhh you've got such a pretty blush Wendy-chan! I'm sure you're going to be quiet the man eater when you get older." The Admiral looked every bit like the cat that ate the canary when the young girl blushed even harder and swallowed. He kept his gaze on her and felt his amusement grow as she steadily grew more flustered the longer he stared at her.

"You know, it's considered rude when you don't thank someone for giving you a comment." He said not truly bothered by her lack of response. She however did not know that and jumped in surprise when she was called out on her bad manners. Shaking she turned her face towards him but kept her gaze down to the ground and nodded her head at him.

"Thank you s-sir." She mumbled. Kizaru despite very much being able to hear her, leaned forward slightly and used his free hand to cup his ear.

"Huh? What was that? I didn't hear you."

"I-I said; Thank you sir." Wendy repeated only slightly more loud.

"Sorry you're toooo quiet. Could youuu say that again?"

"I said; thank you!"

"Nope still not hearing it!"

"Tha-"

"Alright Kizaru that's enough. Leave Wendy-chan alone. You can hear her just fine." Lucy interrupted the two sharply, her tone crisp. The older man teasingly pouted before he turned back to Wendy to whisper conspiratorially to her.

"Lucy-chan never lets me have many fun." He gave her a knowing wink and was able to earn a giggle and small smile from Wendy. The dragon slayer then turned back to Lucy and finished her job. Meanwhile Kizaru watched with interest as broken bones changed from their awkward positions to their normal form and the bruises seemed to wipe away like food off of dishes.

To his everlasting pleasure though the foot print on Lucy's face refused to come off, only returning to the bright red that it had been before it began to bruise.

"Lucy-chan my hickey is still on your face!"

Both girls began to cough and choke on their tongues at the strange announcement that came from the tall man. Wendy blushing furiously, looked away guilty and Lucy looked at the grinning Kizaru in confusion.

"I have a hickey on my face?"

"I'm sorry Lucy-chan! I was able to heal everything else but for some reason that mark just won't go away... maybe... maybe you should see for your self." Wendy suggested shyly handing the confused blonde a small hand mirror. Somewhat dreading what she would find on her profile, she hesitantly lifted the mirror into view. Her mouth dropped in horror when she saw the angry red mark covering the majority of her features.

"You-You asshole!" The blonde screeched throwing the mirror at his head but only for it to pass through its mark and hit the wall behind him, shattering.

"That's seven years bad luuuck, Lucy-chan!" He said in a sing song voice at the fuming blonde.

"You're the one that's bad luck! You better hope this comes off!" Lucy yowled pointing furiously at her face.

"Aww it's not that baaad!"

"Grr, I don't have the patience for you anymore! Go home!" With that final screech she grabbed his key dismissed him and the headaches that he caused.


"Admiral Aokiji, sir! I was umm hoping that I could talk to you?" Abe stood before the sleeping Admiral in his office waiting for the possibly narcoleptic man to gather his bearings.

It had been a rough week for the Petty Officer and the rest of the crew, escorting a Celestial Dragon was always a pain, but they had finished the escort without any real problems (there was one incident where the noble had fallen into the sea and no one had realized it until they were a few miles away) and made land fall at Marineford for a little shore leave. This of course meant that Abe was now forced to go an talk to Admiral Aokiji.

Because lets be real, who in there right mind would willingly talk to Admiral Akainu?

So here he was, standing in Aokiji's office waiting for the man to wake up. Which he did but very slowly and very unhappily, if the glare that the powerful man was sending him was anything to go by.

"What you want, woman? Can't you see I'm trying to sleep here?" Aokiji groused and remained in his seat on the floor not bothering to stand. Abe felt his eye twitch in annoyance at being called the wrong gender. Again.

"I-I'm a man sir. And I wanted to talk to you about Admiral Kizaru."

Aokiji paused and had a genuine look of surprise before he leaned closer studying Abe with narrowed eyes, his eyes widening again, surprised when he realized that Abe was telling the truth.

"Shit, sorry man. I was going to say you had to be the most flat chested woman I'd ever seen."

"It's fine sir... not like it hasn't happened before," he muttered off to the side, but returned his attention back to the sitting man eager to turn the conversation away from his questionable gender, "so Admiral Kizaru?"

"Oh right. Right. What about him?"

"Well sir he's... been acting strange lately."

"How so?" There seemed to be genuine concern in Aokiji's voice but Abe couldn't be sure with the calm look the Admiral was giving him.

"He's been disappearing randomly as of late. The first time I noticed was when there was fire on the ship that started in the kitchens and none of the men could find him. At first we thought it was just him gone of to relax somewhere and he was just hidden really well. But then he did it again and again. There's even been one instance where we had the same thing happen during the night."

Aokiji listened patiently to the small man's report, his eyebrows furrowed thinking over all of the possibilities that could explain Kizaru's disappearances.

"Have you asked Kizaru about this?"

"Yes sir. When we asked him he told us that he was in another world."

"Another world?" Aokiji repeated confused.

"Yes sir... If I may sir, I think I have a theory as to why he might be acting more strange than usual."

"Well lets hear it then."

"We... me and the other men that is... believe that the Admiral has been getting high. We think that he's found some place to hide and that's where he goes to do the deed."

Aokiji's face dropped in shock and stared at the feminine man before him but considered the man's theory.

"Oh my... You understand what a serious accusation you're making right? If word about this leaked then..."

"I know sir. That's why I was hoping you could... deal with this discreetly. The men and I respect the Admiral far too much to see him be discharged like that." Abe said passionately, hoping that the sleepy Admiral would understand his concern. To his relief Aokiji nodded his head in agreement.

"I'll talk to him. See what I can do. Thank you for bringing this to me." Aokiji said with a wave of his hand, dismissing the low ranking officer. The ice man watched as the Petty Officer scurried out of his office and for a minute seriously considered if he should go and look for Kizaru... Nah Kizaru could wait, first Aokiji would finish his nap.

With a yawn the Admiral then laid back down to go to sleep.


I know it's shorter than the last two chapters but meh, at least this one came sooner right?

So how was it? Good, bad, better? Anything y'all liked? Anything y'all didn't like? The more comments and advice I get the better these things will be.

PS. Jetlag is a bitch.