Good morning... I'm so tired... zzzzzzz
Soon. Soon I can be home. Again another part to the latest chapter. Hope you enjoy.
Kizaru took a long drag off his tobacco stick. His mind slowly reeling back and taking him places it was sometimes insufferable to see. The smell of her hair to the softness of Angela's skin. The admiral didn't want too but could even recall the sound of her voice and the way her eyes smiled when she said his name. He hated to admit it but the man was still in love. Painfully wholeheartedly. The most painful conversation relayed in his mind as dark, midnight eyes stared at the ground beneath his feet.
"~Angela~…", he softly questioned with his arm folded under his head. It was lunch time and the two had found a picnic table under some trees near an ice-cream stand. The day was hot. He could still remember the smell of her vanilla perfume as she sat on the seat to the table. The man's legs covered in black clad cotton draped over the edge. The petite brunette with a thick long braid over her shoulder hummed with a red plastic spoon in between her lips.
"~Would you ever consider having kids in the future~", his inquiry was light hearted at the time. It meant more as a conversational piece but there was an air of interest to the marine's tone. A free hand opened up his yellow colored t-shirt a bit more. The man felt like he was going to melt in the summer heat. He was tempted to take it off and just wear his white tank top.
"Oh, absolutely! I'm horrible with names though. I'd give my boy his father's name and I have no clue what I'd name my baby girl. But I can't even think of a relationship just yet. I still want to establish myself with the library. Then I can think of dating and marriage." With his eyes closed, Borsalino didn't see her expression when she answered but he didn't need too; the woman was always adorably serious with these types of conversations. To this day, the officer could practically see her cheeks puffed with her nose slightly wrinkled.
The marine chuckled before adjusting his golden yellow skull cap with his free hand. "~How about Katelyn? Hmm? It's a name I'm quite fond of.~" Kizaru opened one eye to see his little friend sparkle with stars in her eyes. The sight brought an honest smirk to his lips.
"I love it! It's so pretty! Ok, Katelyn it is!" For some reason, seeing her face light up with that much joy made his own heart beat fast. He couldn't understand it. The man was a marine, a harden soldier in the navy. Why? Why did it make him so happy to see her like that? Even back then, those two same questions rose to the forefront of his mind. It wasn't just that moment either. It was always when the officer brought her a book or a favorite snack.
Why did this all have to end so quickly? Borsalino knew, he just didn't want to admit it. It all fell apart because of him. It would have been easy to blame Sakazuki for taking things too far but in the end, it was he who left her own and threatened to kill her when he got back after suffering a major defeat against pirates. If the little woman hadn't had, the marine knew he would have made good on his promise before he had a chance to calm down.
The admiral dragged the last inhalation of smoke through the filter of his cigarette, slowly. The burn was more of a distraction. He held the caustic sensation in his lungs as his mind twisted back again. It had been a week from the moment the officer had threatened Angela. His storm had calmed and he wanted to hear the rest of what she had to say. To really see if she was just another damn trophy hunter or just put in a bad situation.
The officer visited her apartment first. The small cubical was left untouched. Like she hadn't been there for years except the scattered dried blood stains on the wooden floor. They were throughout the entire home. Borsalino found something he was not prepared for. He slid the closet door open since the stains seemed clustered between the bed and the door. The rancid smell hit his nose but he pressed on and dragged a powder blue sheet set out with his foot. The sight both horrified and made him worry. For a man who had been compared to sociopath due to lack of empathy for most, he was nearly brought to his knees.
Kizaru checked her work at the library first but they hadn't seen her for the last week. They had even sent someone by but she wasn't home. The marine checked the hospital and they wouldn't release any information. He wasn't family; they were simply protecting her privacy. The officer was vexed. All he could do was return to her home for the time being.