Title: The Seven Sins go shopping.
Author: snowwinter486/Nyukisan21
Pairing(s): (hinted)-Lucci/Kaku, Jyabura/Kaku-
Genre: angst.
Summary: Future Universe: in which our favorite ex-CP9 members find Spandam, and get there one wish. At the price of something else...
Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece or the character
A/N: BEWARE! THERE IS CHARACTER DEATH!
-One year prior to Lucci's promise to Spandam-
Fukuro- Greed
It was all his fault. His voice was gone.
It was great really, it felt like yesterday when they were all still there, still laughing, and fooling around and well, being who they were, a family... Maybe it was because it was yesterday...
He missed it dearly.
The yells from the wolf, the grins from the giraffe, the same two words shocking the two listed before from the only woman, new, juicy information he had found, sharp insults from the leopard that became kinder... no not really, and then there was the loud male with the crazy hair, the honorable one, he never really changes, now does he? Oh, and last but not least, the 'door', the calming male, he usually always ends up breaking up fights.
That's why.
The reason why that something rips at his heart everyday, almost like a cycle.
Because he can't see them.
Fukuro doesn't care anymore, he doesn't care how selfish or how stupid it is for an assassin to say this, but he doesn't want to hold back.
"I want... love..." he whispered, as a trail of tears escaped his eyes, "I want us to come back... Even if it isn't in One Piece... I want to see them again... I want them..." he didn't care about anything else as he stared at the sea.
It was so... vast. With endless possibilities, and this is possibly the very first time that he would do this. To think and reflect off his life...
"I want it all...Anything and everything," he continued to mutter, a lot louder now... Maybe it was a good thing that no one was near by...
"I don't care anymore, chapapa!" he screamed, as though he was blaming the sea for everything, and he thought about the smiles and grins, the laughs and the arguments, sparring and counting, all of it, and how it'll never, ever be the same, ever again.
"Why'd you guys have to go?" he croaked.
Five days ago, he was having the time of his life. Four days ago, he saw three weapons... no, people that he loved, maybe enough to call them family, die. With him unable to do anything. No, he wanted to live. So, after confirming the deaths, he fled. Far, far away, here he was, mourning deaths, as his greed grew with each passing day...