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Title: Duty
Rating: PG
Media: fic
Pairing/Characters: Aokiji, with hints of Saul and Robin
Word Count(if applicable): 264
Prompt: Waste
Warnings: None, really



Aokiji had always considered himself cool-headed, even before he’d eaten the ice-ice fruit. Laconic, his instructors had written on his various reports. Probably not going to go far. Well so they had said and so they had been wrong. At any rate, he wasn’t feeling anything near laconic at the moment. In front of him, and around, Ohara burned. A hot wind caught the edges of his coat and bought with it the smell of roasting wood and burning flesh. All for what? He knew the official reason. The reason why the Buster Call had been sent hammering against this tiny unassuming island like a tsunami. At the time he had felt it was justified.

And now… Well it still was, he supposed, but there was something too energetic about it all. The World Government was sending its entire weight after such a small island and an even smaller girl. He could still see her, a faint pale dot on a wide gray sea, threatening to pull her over into its depths. Probably a better fate than what was in store for her. Life as a fugitive was a hard enough for an adult and she had seemed as fragile as a blade of grass, ready to be crushed underfoot and scoured away by the fire. A shuddering boom sounded through the air, whether by Marines or spreading fire, it was hard to tell. Another piece of Ohara gone forever.

“It’s such a waste,” he murmured to his companion. But Saul, encased as he was in ice, could neither hear, nor answer.