Hi! Hope everyone is good. Here to say that this is the last chapter to wrap up the first series. Starting Monday, the second series starts. Yay! Its just a continuation of this one. I just didn't want to intimidate future readers with a plethora of chapters. So if you enjoyed this one, please come check out the start of season 2! Always wanted to say that. XD

Anyways, I'm tired. I will be slowly going back over these chapters and proof reading when I have the time. I'm also home for this month. Next month I won't be around as much. My work season starts and I gotta pay those bills. :) Anyways, thank you so much for all the love and support! I hope to continue to see you guys in the future.

It didn't take long for the admiral to figure out that Angela had left the day after he had threatened her. To add to the severity of the situation, Borsalino had pulled strings to gain access to her medical file and what he discovered sickened him. A man of his caliber had even been physically shaken. The doctor who had reported to him had explained the amount of trauma and suffering she had went through. He was not only worried about the physical damage done to such a small body but her mental state. The last he seen her was the day she reportedly disappeared.

Angela had come to retrieve antibiotics and pain killers for a trip the doctor had seriously advised against. The bleeding hadn't stopped and extensive exercise would endanger her ever having children in the future. He was also concerned about the new swelling of her left cheek. It was dark, forcing her eye to be remained closed. The red headed medical professional thought it might have been broken but she wouldn't let him examine her any further. The girl in his eyes, was scared, almost catatonic, but most of all trying to distance herself from the event.

The marine was reminded of two very important things that day. First, Angela wasn't a marine; she was a kind hearted woman who only saw the two men as friends. The brunette had said many times she wasn't interested in those kinds of relationships. Not until she was done establishing herself in the local library on Marineford.

The second being, Sakazuki will always take things too far. Kizaru had gone to his colleague and asked what happened personally after reading the report himself. Frustrated, angry, and even vengeful, he didn't know what to be. The officer figured he'd find out as soon as he understood the situation a bit more.

"What happened", Borsalino asked the slightly taller marine in a straight forward tone.

Akainu looked up and pulled back the white hood to his hoodie. The officer's dark eyes flashed a warning. It was clear he wasn't expecting his friend to appear so suddenly. The other seamen cleared from the map room. The large area was dark and quiet. A good place to hold conversations or to study.

"You mean with Angela", there was a gruff tone to the man's voice.

"Who else", Kizaru darkly breathed as he tossed the medical folder on the round table next to the officer.

"Where is she", Sakazuki cut in with concern lacing his question.

"Away… From us…", the younger man in yellow snapped. "So now tell me", he paused briefly before stepping up to the taller, heavier marine. "What…did…you…do", the raven haired man snarled lowly. With the grace of a cat, Kizaru tossed his glasses on the table.

The other male didn't take well to the challenge his friend had issued. The normal scowl the marine in white usually put on display, deepened. His eyes became fixated into the black orbs of the other. The two giants stood merely inches from each other's nose. Each could feel the other's hot breath. Nostrils were flaring.

The naval officers had already eaten their respective fruits and a fight indoors would only lead to repairs and possible injured bystanders. Unfortunately, that was exactly what happened. Each man put his feelings on the line and every painful punch, burn, or shot helped ease the guilt for what they did to their tiny female friend.

Damn it…, the admiral thought as he was brought back to the current reality. That fight lasted nearly an hour. They had taken out nearly a quarter of the island but one thing became frightfully clear, Akainu had become passionate about Angela. There was no way he was going to lose her to Borsalino and the more level headed friend understood why.

Angela wasn't frightened of either of them. She didn't care what they did at work; just if they came home and in what condition they were in. The top heavy woman often scolded them both for being reckless. Going as far as threatening to not make them dessert and that was a sin. That blasted woman could cook. She had a way of making everything taste better. He couldn't even understand it himself.

As Kizaru's mind digressed, his long-time colleague had confessed over that hour. What Angela had done wrong was wear the right flattering dress, put on seductive perfume, and go out with friends to places she normally wouldn't have. Essentially the woman was guilty of letting her hair down. To help usher in the perfect storm, the tiny brunette needed to be saved by Sakazuki, who had been under the influence of alcohol prior to going out to fetch more sake. The marine had seen her and two of her friends cornered by a random meat head at Balcony's Bar. An open area establishment popular in the summer.

The marine knew she wanted to go home but the two twits with her convinced her to stay. The marine decided to remain by Angela's side. According to the younger officer, she clung to his arm. He drank to keep his hands from traveling too much and she drank to keep her worry in check. Things started going south when Akainu's drunken mind mistook his own advances being turned down as a challenge and a tease. When they got to her apartment, he let himself in. Her struggling only excited the officer and he saw her fear as compliance; since she was too afraid to say no, his mind thought that she wanted him and he was going to make her his.

At some moment in the fight, Borsalino truly came to realize, his long time friend hadn't done this to Angela out of maliciousness. Deep down it was the very same reason he loved her and it hurt to know that Sakazuki held such care for her in his own way. This wasn't two men simply rivaling over the affections of a woman, it was love and guilt on the line. The victor would be able to bring her home.

Kizaru, Akainu, and even Kuzan were compared to sociopaths, cruel men without any feeling and sadly it was true. Friend or foe, didn't matter. A job was a job and it needed to be done. Executions, man hunts, torture, and buster calls. It was all something they had to do. Their feelings were on a switch; they'd flip it off and keep everything at a distance. Easier that way for of them but then came along this beautiful woman with long chocolate colored hair, large blue eyes, and a tender smile. She ripped away their hardened lifeless foundations and made them human again. Even if it was deathly painful in the end, the admiral would never give up those memories with her.