Ok since I can't update just using an author's note I figured this would be the next best course of action. This is part 1 of 4. My work has asked me to stay until Sunday and I'm pulling 14 hr days not 12. I'm very very tired but as promised I would post something. Please don't be upset. I know how it feels to find something you enjoy reading to have the author poof. I'm not doing that. Next week we will be resuming the regular daily updates.
Also very sorry that this part isn't proof read. I haven't had the time nor energy to really work on it.
Again, thanks for the support and I hope everyone is having a great week.
Borsalino found himself nearly choking on the sweltering smoke caught in his throat. Narrowed eyes followed R until he couldn't see the tall young man. There was no denying it; that kid belonged to Sakazuki which meant that girl was really Angela's. The hard lump in the admiral's throat tightened. His anger began festering again. Unlike the other two, he was much keener on hiding it but he knew the expression he wore like a mask wouldn't work against Aokiji; whom he had known for years.
"~Excuse me~", Kizaru voiced. The man's tone was overly pleasant which meant completely the opposite. His colleague raised a brow. Kuzan felt the urge to follow but remained. It seemed something about Katie's brother raised his temper which was a rare occurrence. Even enemies could barely get a rise but something about R seemed to instantly put him in a bad mood.
The older admiral quickly left the hospital to find a quiet place to think. It was in a park nearby. A quick three minute walk accompanied by his long strides put the tall man smack in the center. It was nearly midnight with stars watching from above. The sky was clear and the breeze was cool. Despite the fair summer conditions, he could feel a storm brewing.
Another long hit of his cigarette brought his mind digging up old memories. Borsalino couldn't remember how many times he had reminiscence about her. The times they'd take a short stroll on the board walk or simply laid her head in his lap while they read. Angela was always bright, always smiling, always laughing. Damn it, why did that blasted woman have to be so naïve, he asked himself before finding a bench to sit on.
It only took a month before the man realized his mistake. Starting with, they were men in their early thirties and she was just twenty two. Practically a girl. Sakazuki and he fought dirty to gain Angela's attention, as well. She didn't know what was going on. How could she; the woman gave without asking for anything in return, unlike the trophy hunters the three men were already used too. The little brunette thought they were just friends, helping fill a void since their third companion had been away for training.
In Borsalino's private world, he whimpered. Every time he thought of the tiny brunette, it burned inside his mind. The admiral ripped off his hat and ran his fingers through his black hair with the opposite hand. The marine was irritable. It had been about twenty-six years now, whenever he found himself sitting still the admiral remembered what he didn't want too. Many people have whispered about his cruelty in the past. They'd be right. It was a sort of release from the pain and guilt he inflicted on someone who was completely innocent; who absolutely didn't deserve to be tossed away or treated like what he did to Angela.