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Chapter 14: A Deserted Island

When she had been told that Akainu wanted to speak with her, the brunette was only too happy to interrupt her training regimen. Exercising on a ship had its limitations and was often interrupted by the day to day activities associated with being on a vessel. What she did not expect was walking in on the Admiral, shirtless, trimming a little bonsai. Flushing a bright crimson, she turned around and shrieked before she could stop herself, "Put on a shirt before you send for me you pervert!"

The normal chatter on the ship grinded to a screeching halt so suddenly one could swear you could hear the wind whistle. Chuckling, he pulled on her wrist and tugged her inside his cabin before she could object and then closed the door. Once the knob clicked indicating it was locked, whispers among the crew had begun, speculating on what would happen.

Smirking rather cockily in her opinion, the Admiral looked down at the flustered woman in his grasp. "I didn't think you'd lack the manners to knock. This is a ship full of mostly men after all and they will be conversing on what we could possibly be doing. Your little statement earlier didn't help." Directing her to a small table, that had his bonsai as a centerpiece, she seated herself. He handed her a sake cup and although she preferred to not drink, she took it in hand, held it out for him to pour sake into it. After filling the cup, she took a timid sip and to her surprise, found it to her liking. "If you disliked sake, must have been some cheap crap."

Laughing softly as she replenished his sake cup, she felt light and knew it was not due to the alcohol flowing through her blood stream. The burly Admiral had helped correct some of her fighting stances and served as a punching bag by blocking her strikes or simply allowing them to flow through his body by letting his body turn into magma. She was shocked the first time it happened and he went into detail explaining the main thing with controlling a logia Devil Fruit power was controlling what it affected and often this took many years of discipline. He had demonstrated at the time by turning his hand into magma and slowly stroking her cheek. The result had her face producing a heat comparable to the magma stroking it in the first place. Andrea glanced at the man in front of her and chuckled. "What's with the expression on your face?"

Winking at her, he raised his sake cup to her. "Just thinking about you, my dear." The statement produced an intense heat and even though pretending to be preoccupied with the alcohol in his hand, he did eyeball the woman who shuffled rather cozily in front of him. "In any case, those men will be gossiping even worse than ever and the navigator told me we were rather close to a small island. Traveling here in the Grand Line, we need to be careful little Andy-chan," he teased and the color in her cheeks rose due to agitation.

"Don't call me little, Sakazuki," she scolded playfully while observing him put away the sake. Pulling a shirt of his dresser, she tilted her head in wonder. "Why did you wait til now to put on a shirt?"

Beaming at her, he motioned to her body. "Now you know how I felt the first time I woke you up. If you recall, you practically planted yourself on me with very, very few articles of clothing on." He stood up and escorted the scarlet-faced woman out.

"At this rate, I'm going to look like a bloody tomato by the time we anchor."

-Middle of Grand Line-

Aokiji paused riding his bicycle when his baby Den Den Mushi rang. Answering, he became highly amused to know he had won the bet and begun to plot more with Admiral Kizaru. Never before had he expressed any interest in his rival, Akainu, but the involvement of Andrea did make things rather interesting on many levels for all the Admirals.

-Marine Battleship-

Exiting the ship onto the very small, nameless island was done quietly and some Marines had scouted the island and dubbed it uninhabited. The prospect of camping, which she had not done since Ace had left Foosha Village, was thrilling but one other prospect had intrigued her even more.

Actual training from an Admiral but not just any Admiral but the one strutting off the ship shirtless looking like he had not a care in the world. Wait, why is he shirtless again? He had a shirt on but a minute ago. Ugh. "You appear to enjoy this too much."

Like clockwork, the start of their bantering, silenced all the minor Marines who began to watch the scene before them as if it was a play. "It's hot out here," the Admiral deadpanned and whispers erupted around before one recruit did a rather loud stage whisper.

"He's hot for you rather." Andrea flushed so quickly that steam came out of her ears while she turned around in anxiety and Akainu glanced back at his staff as if daring the Marine to speak again. When met by silence, he took a defensive position in front of the woman he was training and held out his hand to motion her forward.

"We will begin by sparring and an important part of fighting you obviously know of seeing the outfit you have assembled for yourself. Distraction is a powerful tool and you will master how not to see anything unnecessary and to focus on the battle." What did not help was when he tensed, his muscles rippled and with her eyes, Andrea could only too well let her eyes dwell on the attractive mass of a man that was before her.

The young woman grumbled as the Admiral's body stilled since he was awaiting her move. She kicked into the sand with her foot as she gave the bulky man a cursory glance. "Focusing on you is more interesting than the blighted training right now," she muttered as she got into an offensive stance. To her horror, the same Marine from earlier had another smart ass comment.

"That means she's checking you out sir!" Of course, this had to be stated while she was attempting to charge the Admiral but the shock of the statement as well as the pleased shrug the Admiral had made her slip onto the sand and flop none to gracefully, face first into the sand.

The Admiral tutted at her as he strode over and nudged her prone form with his foot. "You need to block out distractions and focus on your target." Unbeknownst to him, she smiled into the sand as she swung her right arm towards his leg and gripped his leg firmly. The motion unbalanced him slightly but his greater weight as well as muscle stopped her from pulling him or swaying him. However, she used the resistance to her gripping his leg and dragged herself upwards. Propelling herself at him, she swung with a left elbow towards his chest just for him to barely scoot out of the way. "I applaud you for turning a moment of weakness into a surprise attack but…" he leaned away as she tried to round house kick him with her right leg and barely struck at her left leg which made her crumple. "You are full of openings."

Landing on the sand again irritated her but at least the headstrong Marine who spoke up earlier chose to be silent. "That's what training is for is it not?" She pushed herself up and although shorter than the burly Admiral, stared at him intensely. "I have to take advantage of any attributes or knowledge I possess in a fight after all yes?" Nodding, the Admiral was suddenly shocked when the brunette tossed aside her jack and started to unzip her long skirt to reveal a very short pair of shorts that matched her soft, pink top. She noticed all too well her sparring partner as well as the other Marines around them becoming very distracted. Openly leering at the topless Admiral, she charged forward in her rather skimpy ensemble. "I think I just evened the odds, no?"