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Fools And The Capricious

x-mugiwara

Moving the short glass to chilled lips, the drifter contemplated his next move; he knew the marines - his ex comrades - would be keeping an eye on his dealings nevermind how harmless they may be… after all… not just anyone comes out of the marines with such a high amount of internal information.

          Ah, where did all this start?

From the beginning, Kuzan had known that the marines weren’t all just and wonderful; they’re not heroes nor are they peacekeepers despite what seems to be the general consensus of the civilians. Rather, they were just enforcers of the current rule-makers… and yet despite all this, the dusky ice-user joined and rose through the ranks. What pushed him to this point?

Before delving further into his inner thoughts, a streak of red, blue and yellow crossed his peripheral vision… and made the ex-marine look up.

                           “Mugiwara…?”

                                                          Ah… The strawhat pirates.

To think….things seemed to change drastically, only from the moment that Monkey D. Luffy began to make his name on the Grand line. He was no small criminal - not at all. If Kuzan were still a marine… perhaps he would have stood up and challenged the lad.

                                                                                                     But he was not.

So he just leant on the palm of his hand, watching the boy… waiting to see if he had heard him call out his name - though he had not intended to beckon it out loud.

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Familiarity

Something was indeed familiar with the young boy --

--  but while the former admiral took the bottle to his lips again and watched the young ebony haired boy with great interest, the memory fell away and lay in wait to return. Probably. Eventually. 

For a little longer, dark hazy eyes lingered on his movements with no idea why the familiarity lay in wait; the ex-marine was not aquainted with children which would mean that the semblance lay in an adult that would have crossed his path...

Kuzan savoured the taste of sake on his lips, the warmth it brought his taste buds delivered him his favourite state of mind; a lax and content one; it happened to be the general way he spent his time these days, floating and drifting. 

But that was how he preferred it.

For some reason, something in the abyss of the Blue Pheasant’s recollection tugged at his conscience and ebbed him to call out to the young lad; 

“Arara... Excuse me... you... young boy, um. ah. hm --”

He paused his absent-mindedness rocking his words from ones of confidence to that of uncertainty; 

                                                                               “ --Um. Why did I call you over?”