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Adrian

Adrian
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Happiness, smiles, charm, friendship, loyalty. All of it is rotten, all of it is just some lie people tell each other to maintain their empty bonds. Where do I stand in all of this? Am I merely a puppet destined to succumb to the same things? I'm 18, yet I don't feel any older...I've been losing what I love, what I thought I loved, and what I found to keep me most stable. I've never considered an independent outlook, and thus I have never realized the truth of the matter. I still don't, so why am I enlisting to become a marine? I hate the chains they put on us, I hate what they do to our society...the corruption. I'll just end up like them, simply a puppet of destruction. With the responsibility of maintaining the power of the devil, I cannot fall into the hands of those who would manipulate the public like they do day in and day out. It's useless to argue, already my soon-to-be mentor knows of my powers, I'm trapped. I'll be a criminal if I don't join, and she'll suffer the worst of it.

I can't let her shatter like the glass butterfly she is, I promised her parents before taking her under my wing. Hell, she's already 11. Yet I control her so, protect her, cultivate her mind and push her to grow into something more. The rebellious nature is seemingly a result of my teachings, and she is well enough fit to take down any thug that skips about the street. The risk I run is failing her parents, and her; death. This is it, my life. I'm giving in...I'm doing what I can to uphold my promise to protect my only friend.
Adrian, pondering his life away while remaining in a line of marine recruits, peered on over and noticed there were only five people remaining in front of his placement. Twiddling his thumbs, he shot his eyes left and right, nervous about the idea of signing his life to those he finds to be the true devils of the world. Looking on over, he had the choice of giving his spot to stop a few thugs from extorting a shopkeeper, but he knew that it would take all day to keep entering and exiting; this was the fifth time. Rolling his eyes, he did a little skate forward with ice, sliding to and fro before approaching the group of thugs and catching their attention. "Oi, punk. Whaddya want!?" Smirking, Adrian dashed forward and launched himself upward, being only half the man's height. A flying knee slammed into the chin of the thug, sending him onto the balcony of the second floor, knocking him out. The other two backed off, but a few marines came to restrain the man. "Sir, you have to calm down or we will arrest you." "Well, I apologize for the ruckus, sir. I hope your shop does well."

Walking away, the blonde-haired boy tried re-entering the line, but was forced to the back yet again. After some time, it was his chance to register...but he failed due to his "criminal" record, which infuriated him and sent him into an anxiety attack once he returned home later on. When the girl asked what was wrong, he shooed her away and returned to his room. Crouching down at the floor, he considered the memories of his mother, someone who had given him quite the peculiar package on her death bed. Removing from his closet a bin, he opened it to revealed a kusarigama, a glaive, several shuriken, and the disguise of his mother's family. It felt icy cold, which baffled him as he thought his power was completely from his fruit, including its wind capabilities. Slipping the mask one, he looked into a mirror with his icy blue eyes, and noticed a journal once he returned to the bin. Reading the title, it read - My Lovely Ice Prince. Peering into the pages, they thoroughly described the makings of a cryomancer and the innate ability possessed by those who refrain from the corruption of devil fruits, but his ability gave him so much more. The fruit was an ancient gem of the Cryomancers, who remain within Shimotsuki Village, Drum Island, Ohara, and Water Seven. An island by the name of Nazgul was detailed within the journal, but much of the details were smeared or completely damage beyond comprehension.

Adrian put the journal away and crawled backwards in fear and anxiety, realizing the truth of his mother's side while he remained damaged by the lie of his father claiming to be a Yonko for several decades. Taking the clothes, he completely masked his body and left through his window, searching for the Rear Admiral who remained within Yotsuba while he assisted with recruiting. Entering a surprisingly vacant bar, two marines decided to point their guns at him while a robed man told them to bugger off. "You couldn't kill him even if you had a chain gun loaded with kairoseki bullets." chuckling, any marines in the room gave the two privacy. Sitting at the bar next to the man, he quickly took a swig of whiskey before looking over and sliding over a file. "You fill in the details. Picture, name, whatever. Adam, you need to become a new person. You can't let people know the real you, that little girl's life in your own hands." Adrian read over the file, a solemn despair engulfing him. "R-A-Laka...I don't know what to say. It kills me to do this but-" "Aye...I know the feeling. I'll have a boy-o someday, and I'll need you take him under my wing...I'm racing to continue the Laka name." struck by hurt, the future marine took the file and began to walk out of the dimly lit bar. "Adam, be careful. This is a game of death and corruption." Stopping, Adrian held back his tears and without looking back, simply answered, "I know."

Returning home, he removed his disguised and filled out the file. This would be the last day he has to say good bye to everyone. He was to leave the next day in the night. Entering the square with the girl, he spent some time getting ice cream and playing with her at the park...as if she was his child. But at the same time, there was a bond that transcends that of family, simply something he only felt emotionally due to her maturity always granting him solace in the times of dark. It's been years since I saw you last mother...and I've met a few people, but she's the only real plug in the hole. He smiled, but as he pushed the girl on the swing, tears slid down his face. I hope I don't fail you, my cherry blossom.

Adrian

Adrian
Founder
Founder

Adrian was walking home with the girl, a facade of happiness masking the thick layer of grim reality bubbling within. He was not ready to leave her, to abandon her, but he had to for her safety. If the World Government couldn't have him, then they'd need to squash any hope of rebellion or terror before it could even be truly considered. She skipped around him as he chuckled falsely, his youthful body straying left and right as his blonde hair was brushed by the wind. Dirt danced about the town, seemingly empty (though it was his euphoria just being around the girl, people bustled and easily avoided bumping into them). Yotsuba was as busy as ever, as they needed to rehire and fill in for those who were off to train as marines. As the two approached a clothing store, they entered and Adrian greeted the cashier with a smile, given one in return. As they hunted for some nice, new clothing, there was a ring of the bell that was quite vicious and a clicking of a hammer. A grim face washing over Adrian's face, several bandits filled the store and demanded everyone lay on the ground. "GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND!"

Adrian was afraid of what he would have to do, since no one knew of his powers, not even the girl. A bandit looked at Adrian furiously and pointed the gun at the girl, "Move and this little girl takes the swing to heaven!" "Please...shhh...honey....Please, don't move." "A....Adam...I'll try." Adrian kept repeating it was going to be alright, but he overheard the bandits demand a special product from the back, which made him wonder what was going on. He had hoped they'd leave without anyone getting harmed, but then he heard yelling and violence, a few sounds of shattering glass. Then...BANG! A spurt of blood escaped the doorway that led to the storage room of the store, a bandit rushing out and the group arguing over what to do now that there were witnesses. As the bandit who threatened the girl turned back, ready to shoot, the others armed and aimed their guns at the two. "Hun, I need you...I need you to close your eyes. Keep them closed, okay? Keep them shut tight...O...Okay?" Adrian brushed the girl's face, tears welling in his eyes as the bandits laughed, thinking Adrian was succumbing to their threat. Looking back, Adrian's eyes shown an icy glint. In a flash, the ice-maker was to his feet and his hand on the closest bandit's throat, his other hand raised into the air. Swinging down in a pendulum motion, a gust of wind slammed the bandits into the ceiling, disarming them and leaving them groggy. Releasing his collapsible spear from a small, leather sheath, he revealed his younger Longinus.

Kicking one bandit through the building, he stumbled across the ground as the bandits rose to their feet slowly. Lifting their guns, they began to take shots as they sank into his body, slowed by its icy form as they simply fell upon exciting out the back side. Back-handing a bandit through the display window and forcing him to impale into a pole, he looked at the remaining three bandits. His spear sunk through one, and through all three he waved his hand, releasing a blade of wind that decapitated all of them. Blood oozed from their bodies, and the public were horrified by the site of the dying bandit calling the ice-maker a monster. Taking the girl, he checked the storage room, noticing a copious amount of drugs and the corpse of the lady who once greeted him. Stumbling back and putting his Longinus spear away, he covered his mouth with a bloody hand, his backhand aimed towards him as if he was going to barf. Stumbling out of the store, he simply mumbled, "B...Bandits...Bandits are the ones corrupting this town..." Everyone remained silent, and the girl simply cried as if she felt the foreign feeling of death spiritually. "Adam...the voices...The voices...." "I know...They're gone." it was a surprise the girl had haki emerging so soon, but he understood the feeling. She was older, of course, but he still carried her because of how much fear had done its job to keep her paralyzed. Stumbling on home, he still made her keep her eyes closed as he washed up vigorously, crying as he tried scrubbing off the blood from his body. He killed before, but often in memories he tried suppressing and tried to avoid ever emerging. Mom...I'm sorry I killed him. I know he was a liar. I know he was a thief. Scum...I'm sorry. Clenching his hands on the sink of his bathroom, he looked into the mirror with his icy eyes.

Shuttering, ice caked the walls as he let himself go for a little bit. The temperature dropped significantly, and the frost was crawling out from under the door and into the next room. Retracting the ice, he took it into his body and escaped the bathroom. Walking down stairs, he embraced the girl into a hug, brushing her hair and telling her that she'll be alright. "Don't worry...Don't worry. The demons are gone, the demons aren't barking anymore. Don't worry....I'll make every demon go away for you." Even if I'm one of them. I'll do that...I'll do that for you. Later on, Adrian had prepared dinner for the two...their final dinner. Sitting her down, she knew something was up. "Adam...what's on your mind?" Silence. "Adam, you've been raising me since I was seven, I know when something's wrong." Silence. "Adam, just please tell me!" "I'm leaving Yotsuba. I'm leaving...and I won't be back for a long time, if ever. It's for your-" Falling back in her chair, the girl was stricken with shock and awe, panicking as this is what she had feared. "No...No...No...NO YOU DON'T DARE LEAVE ME ADAM!" "CALM DOWN! I understand your pain, I understand that you and I are closer than any being here. I have to do this. Being here is against the proposition I was given, and that's endangering you." "What is it!? Is it the mob again? Tried that! I don't know what happened....but I know they aren't just gone. I'm not stupid! Is it the marines? The rebels? Are you obligated by some crew of bandits or pirates?" "I...I can't tell you." The girl shook her head, rushing to her room and slamming the door, locking it.

Adrian tried knocking on it, but she told him to go away. Sluggishly returning to his room, he noticed a letter on his bed. Opening it, it simply said "Now". Taking his things, he carried them with the wind he produced and escaped the house, unable to fight back the emotions from within for long. Once he arrived at the ship he was ordered to attend, he was told that they would leave in the morning, but he was bound to the ship. Thankfully it was massive, but he was still unable to see someone who was so close...now they were seemingly so far away. As soon as he was given a room, already disguised, he couldn't stop crying, his room consumed in ice. Frost escape from the space between the door and the floor, but no one was around to notice. No voices were nearby, so he was utterly consumed in emotion. I'm sorry my cherry blossom. I'll do what I can...to cultivate you. I'll do what I can to be your king someday. I'll do what I can..to keep you living.

Aoryu

Aoryu

Aoryu Tamazuki Mirai, that one guy you wouldn't want to meet, happy or angry, sad or confused, he only brings terror and despair with him if not causing it himself. A eighteen year old swordsman who had experienced more than anyone at this age. Hundreds of corpses, he saw. Bathing in blood, he did. He told himself that when he would meet the Grim Reaper, the so-called undead being that will take you to hell once you die, he would try and take his head. That's how insane he is. He would never stick around a place for too long, and would forever be alone. Was he a lone wolf? Hard to say, since it's also really hard to define the blonde-haired tall guy, who just hit adultery in age. He wore a white tank top, and green cargo trousers, and were walking around on his bare feet. His currently yellow eyes looked around the area.

Yotsuba Island, East Blue. What a shitty place, he thought. He wore his odachi with a strap that crossed his chest, going up to the right from his left waist. The sword would reach his feet, and despite it's really long blade, Aoryu was capable of swinging it around like it was a chopstick. Even so, he was a great threat to anyone as he had no such thing as a constitution, and wouldn't be bound by laws. He didn't have such a thing people would take poëthical like a heart, and even if he did it would be 'iron' or 'cold'.

With his hands in the pockets of his trousers, he looked around himself to see if anything interesting was going on. He didn't exactly have a goal or motivation to do anything, so he would simply hop from island to island in order to well, enjoy himself. Nothing catched his eye in particular, and therefore he just went and get a drink. He would enter the same bar as the future Ice King, before him. He ordered a drink and told the waiter to surprise him, and he simply threw it down his throat not even tasting a flavour. He noticed alot of marines when immediately emptying his cup, and decided to leave that same moment he witnessed their colors. He walked out of the bar, the same time a masked person would enter. He felt a cold wind blowing through his tank top, revealing some of his really defined muscles as his shirt went up and down by the wind.

He wondered who it was, but didn't care any more or less the moment the doors closed and there was a wall between the two of them. He went to climb up a building and tried to take a nap, but not shortly after the masked person would walk out of the door. Yet again, Aoryu felt a cold breeze over his pale skin, and opened his eyes. He looked down from the small house he was lying on, and decided to follow him, ending up at a house. He leaned onto a tree and closed his eyes, waiting for something else to happen again. Good comes to those who deserve it, and it's the same song for evil. What would the world bring me today, and I beg you oh lord, don't fail me by leaving me out on the fun.

The guy actually fell asleep, and woke up in the middle of the night laying in the shadow created by a glorious moonlight. This stuff was beautiful. He sneezed, from out of nowhere, and stood up as the sneezing got him alot of energy so he wouldn't be all tired and all. He looked around him and scratched his head when he couldn't locate the house which used to be right infront of him, by the fog of the nightfall. Correction, fog of the night that has fallen.

Aoryu started to wander forward, no idea where he was heading off to, and bumped into a tree, or a lantern or something. He shook his head and turned around again, only to get his skull bashed in by a bat. He was knocked unconcious and would enter the world of dreams once again.

ZzzZzzzZzzz...

In the meantime, while Aoryu was fast asleep, not far away from him there was this store, a clothing store to be exact. It was filled with thugs that were bloodlusty for money. He slept through all the exciting action, as there was a guy who took on all of the bandits and managed to keep out of harm's way. He woke up with a headache, that was caused by the slam of a bat probably one of the bandits had caused. He didn't know where he was, once again, but yet again he felt the cold wind as before. He tried to locate it, but without succes. The next time, he would make sure he knew the identity of the guy. This is no coincidence.

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