'Choice' - second One Piece fanfiction, First chapter
So, I'm posting my second OP ff that's been lying in my short stories folder for quite a while. This time it's not a laughing matter ;). Lots of politics, feeling of guilt, anxiety, internal monologues and old men trying to deal with each other. Starring Sengoku. Co-starring Akainu, Kong, Garp. Also Tsuru, Aokiji, Kizaru as minor characters. The story describes couple of events in Sengoku's personal life when he resignes from his post. Also, I stopped reading OP at that point, so it may differ from what's happening in original OP.
There is a yaoi pairing (Sengoku x other marine) as a main theme, but nothing explicit happens (no hugs, kissing etc only emotions and talking).
There is also a small amount of foul language.
I did my best to describe old politics and soldiers and their way of dealing with emotions the best I could, but I still lack a lot, so I'm
sure there are weaker parts there. Please do comment about them. Of course you can also comment about better parts ;).
Still searching for beta. Anyone?
OP universe belongs to Oda and Shonen Jump, rich bastards :P
Oh, and yeah, the story is not connected with Megane at all.
Choice The royal eel stared at him for a moment, then turned back, his steely body glistening in golden sunrays before disappearing among emerald algae. The school of smaller fish sprung from the place, made a couple of quick zigzags only to be chased away by killer seahorse bristling with its venomous quills. The little sea den den mushi has fallen off the glass of the impressive aquarium and drifted slowly toward its bottom. All in all, it must have been very soothing view to have around when you were the Commander in Chef and the main link between the Marines and the Gorousei. Sengoku was always a bit envious of that impressive tank and tended to find certain pleasure in
looking at it while waiting in the reception, where the part of it was visible. Presently, however, was not the right moment to enjoy marine fauna, since he no longer waited for the difficult and ticklish conversation with his direct chef. Presently he was in the middle of it.
The silence dragged on for a couple of moments filled with Kong's emotionless yet very penetrating glance. Sengoku was doing his best to had his firm resolve carved in every inch of his face, body and aura. Years of experience in being the Marine Gensui made the task considerably easier in this tense atmosphere. After a moment Commander leaned back in his armchair and responded, no visible change in his features:
- We have tried to convince him otherwise, but Garp resigned from his post.
Sengoku frowned. He could guess where this was leading. He has been cooperating with Kong for years and he knew better than anyone else that beneath those impressive muscles and weird composition of spikes lied the mind perceptive, agile and experienced in peacefully making other people reach decisions consistent with his will (with exception of Garp on whom none of the more or less subtle techniques of suggestions, persuasions or manipulation ever have seemed to work). He hoped his eyes showed that he most strongly disapproves of using Garp's decision to made him change his own. For the respect for both of them. A shadow of resignation passed over Kong's face for a moment. Or maybe it was only Sengoku's wishful thinking.
-...still, his position among Marines will remain unchanged and he'll do us a favour by staying in army for the sake of young recruits' morale.
Kong's eyes never leaved Sengoku's face.
- Since you've decided to abandon the position of Gensui, then at least I wish you did the same, Sengoku.
The sense of surprise sneaked into Sengoku's heart. Would that conversation really be so quick and unproblematic? You're psychically worn out, mentally emaciated, so we'll let you do as you please in recognition of your services or at least of normal human sympathy, just stay around for the sake of youngsters, please? He smiled serenely. This was not the reality of politics. You don't let extremely useful people abandon their posts just like that. Unless you see some other use for them. But for the time being Sengoku decided to behave as he was accepting this at face value.
- In that case, I would accept it. This may not be a bad way to spend one's remaining years... - he smiled into Kong's scrutinizing eyes. 'Now that you have agreed to my resignation, no turning back, whatever you'll say next. Once I'm retired, I'll be no longer obliged to worry about the army, compliance with orders from The Government, public opinion, compromises with Shichibukai, compromises with Nobles, compromises with my own conscience and billion of other things I've grown so tired of.' - thought Sengoku watching as the barely visible light of satisfaction appeared on his Commander's face - 'Even though I'm sure you still think that keeping me around will end up in manipulating me back into being a link between filled with doubt soldiers and conservative Government, even if I will no longer be in a position of Gensui. I'm afraid I may disappoint you though.'
Kong remained silent for some time. When he calmly continued, there was a note of concern in his voice.
- You two have been fighting in the first line since the days of Roger. Your resignation... It will be grand news.
Sengoku waited patiently, smiling. 'Playing on the sense of responsibility and loyalty, of course.' After all this worked on him for many years.
- The 'legendary' pirates, including those who have broken free from the Level 6, are still prowling the seas. Newgate was barely the peak of it all. The Age of Piracy is coming back now...
Commander paused. It wasn't obviously expectant. The expectation was barely lurking around the corners, peeking cautiously from behind the carefully chosen words, lying deep in those blue eyes. Kong usually did not push people to any decision obviously. Still, in the end they somehow tended to change their minds about things after talking to him. Sengoku knew about it and did not fail to continue his serene smile of a man already on retirement.
- What good would be Marines commanded by the gang of oldtimers? - he askedalmost jokingly.
Though Sengoku was seemingly talking about himself, the pun of criticism was quite obvious and made Kong frown barely perceptibly. Even though they both had not always supported every decision The Government made (the thing of course not known to the rank and file) they always were far from questioning its authority over the army. Even jokingly. And that should not ever be changed, stated clearly Kong's eyebrows.
Sengoku decided to move back to a bit safer area of abstract ideas.
- 'Justice' itself is a value. It will be present no matter of the generation. - he stated firmly.
They've been looking at each other, serene man who felt that he had already done and seen enough to be excused to rest and grave man who still felt strong enough to carry the responsibility of trying to change this world into a more just place. Finally Kong's eyes said sincere 'Fine' even if he did not utter a world.
'And now comes the second part of the conversation. Closer to mental duel though it may be. And it not necessarily will be the easier one. Keep smiling, Sengoku, every tiny thing that may give you an advantage is valuable'
- More importantly... as far as it goes for the next Gensui, I would recommend Kuzan.
Maybe the atmosphere before was not so tense after all. In the end, everything is a matter of comparison.
Sengoku waited patiently under unblinking blue stare. The stare that was far from expressing satisfaction now.
- I can't say I'm not surprised with your decision... Didn't you always claim that Sakazuki is the best soldier you'd ever had?
- Yes, that's true and I by no means intend to deny that fact. - conceded carefully Hotoke.
- Then we can't also deny that you sound a bit contradictory right now, can we, Sengoku?
- I value Akainu most highly, both as a brave soldier and as a very loyal subordinate - answered slowly Sengoku. - He doubtlessly does not lack in perseverance, intelligence and composure when the situation needs it. I don't recall him failing me even once.
- ...well, then?
The former Fleet Admiral was silent for a moment chosing prudently his words.
- ...all what I have said is true, I've got not a slightest doubt here. It makes him a perfect soldier. But, you've said it yourself, Commander, haven't you. Now we live in a difficult age. - Sengoku made his gaze unyielding while his mouth still kept the trace of his previous smile - And not always a perfect soldier makes a perfect commander, I'm afraid. Even though he fulfills his duties as an Admiral flawlessly there is a great gap between commanding even the biggest troop and taking the responsibility for the whole army. There is a huge difference between reporting to the Fleet Admiral and reporting to the civil...
- Yes, imagine that I'm pretty much aware of that - interrupted Kong, uncanny sign of him losing patience somewhere deep. - So, in short, what does he lack?
- ...great legendary pirates are prowling the seas, as you have said before. The weakness of theirs is the fact they seem to be by nature unable to cooperate. There are some bigger packs, of course...
Short tick on Kong's hand showed that he had stopped himself from drumming his fingers, an old habit signing that he was irritated. Sengoku continued.
- ...but in the end, they're are as divided as politics on the so called democratic islands and they're trying to finish each other off. The unity of our army is an advantage they will be never able to achieve. And we shouldn't put it on the stake. - he ended slowly.
- ...so you think Sakazuki won't be able to ensure army's loyalty to himself? - Kong asked him in this particular straightforward manner that made people think again whether they really mean to say what they seem to want to say.
- ...I barely think things go much more smoothly when one's subordinates have trust in their commander's decisions and see that he truly cares about his army's well-being - answered Senkoku cautiously.
- I don't recall a reason to doubt that - replied coldly Kong.
- I'm the last person to doubt it either. ...but let's say I'm in a pretty huge minority here.
- So this is your reason to deny your best soldier and faithful long time support his well deserved promotion?
- The decision always lies with the Government, doesn't it, Commander. It is merely a tradition that the next Gensui is suggested - but not chosen - by the previous one, nothing binding, isn't it. I'm sure the Government will make the best choice - answered Sengoku in an almost pleasant tone.
'And you won't make it easier, will you' said Kong's sharp glance.
- And you think Kuzan will be able to manage it? -he asked - His service for the army is exemplary but isn't he per any chance too young and idealistic for such a responsible post?
- There were younger Gensui in the history, Commander. And he does not lack in intelligence. I am sure that when he takes the post, he'll soon realise the limits the real world has - he added with a very small undertone of wryness. - I think he'll prove to be a very good Gensui. The type Marines may be in need in this era. And the fact that he is generally liked and respected by admirals and high ranked officers should ensure him the support of experienced soldiers if needed.
- Like Sakazuki? - slight note of sarcasm. It was widely known the two Admirals were less than friendly towards each other.
- I am sure Akainu will have the same unyielding loyal coolheaded attitude towards him as he had towards me.
- Is that so? - subtle shift into mockery - And have you already told Sakazuki the happy news about his future wife? I'm sure he'll want to fulfill all his previous duties properly, right?
Maybe not so subtle after all. Sengoku felt his blood draining away from his face completely.
- Just joking.
The former Fleet Admiral said nothing, mustering all his willlpower on concealing the anger that has shaken him from the inside.
- But seriously - Kong's eyes bore through him - I sincerely hope your decision doesn't have anything to do with your relationship. You're not a child to be simply afraid of people talking that Sakazuki has slept his way up, right?
'...So that's your final try. Nice one, Commander. It almost really made me change my decision.' thought with silent fury former Fleet Admiral, his knuckles clenched bone white.
- No, I'm not a child and I don't recall ever letting my private feelings affect my decisions- he answered in a very quiet icy tone. 'Or else Garp would not be mourning anyone now.'- And I'm afraid today it's all I have come to you with, my Commander.
You could slice water in half with the sharp silence that has followed*. Even the sound of the air supplied artificially into the grand tank was not audible through the thick glass. Much less of another sea den den mushi falling down towards the aquamarine pebbles. Sengoku was now observing its slow journey as if it was the most fascinating show he could have ever witness. Or at least much more fascinating than the conversation with his Commander which he hoped he have pointedly enough signalled to be finished, no matter how inappropriate his behaviour may have seemed. He's got enough.
Kong sighed.
- Don't get me wrong, Sengoku. - he started once again in a placatory t one. - I have most high opinion about your deeds and decisions and have always considered you one of the best Gensui our army has ever had. All I hope is that your successor won't ruin what you have achieved through such dedication.
- You shouldn't keep pygmy vivernas in the same bank as the killer seahorse, it's gonna attack them when they grow up. - replied calmly Hotoke.
- ...fine - Kong sighed again - I'm sure you've rethought everything and made the decision you've considered best. ...I simply hoped for Sakazuki to be the one I'd have to cooperate with later on. - he added openly - That's really something you, for one, should understand best. And this time without any tactless puns here - he smiled apologetically.
Sengoku sighed inaudibly. However angry he was, he couldn't honestly deny the fact that through all those years Kong had been a good Commander. Always carefully considering every decision, always focused on common people's well-being, never searching for his own glory nor pleasures and in these times, when conflicts tended to be most often solved by killing the oponent rather than talking to him, his manipulatory side should rather be seen as blessing than be cursed upon. Not that he would refrain from ruthless bloodshed, even of innocent citizens, when he could not see other solution or when there was a 'common good' at stake. But Sengoku grimly knew he certainly
wasn't without guilt in that aspect either. Anyway, although their cooperation through all this years was not free of hidden conflicts of opinion that from time to time resulted in Sengoku's bitter disappointment or aversion, on the whole he respected Kong greatly for his dedication to the justice and order they both believed so much in. Even if quite offended right now, Hotoke did not want, if possible, their last official meeting to end in a bitter atmosphere. He smiled again.
- Believe me, my Commander, Aokiji will not be worse Gensui than me. I am sure he will not disappoint you. I would not recommend anything not being sure it is the best of the possible choices... ...thank you for all these years. Service in your
army was... and is always the honor for me.
Kong smiled back in a tired but sincere way for the first time during that conversation.
- No, like I've said, you were one of the best Admirals and soldiers there had ever been. It is me who was glad for the possibility to work with you.
- I am happy I could serve for a noble cause. - Sengoku drew up and saluted, the mask of serene peace once again on his face.
- Yes, yes, soldier as always - nodded Kong pensively - Well then, see you somewhere under the golden sun, my dear Sengoku, take your time.
- Yes, Commander, once more thank you very much.
Sengoku sighed with a small dose of relief when the huge ornate door closed behind him. He had managed to get the approval for his two not exactly pleasing Government decisions (though the second one was actually still to be decided. Still the very fact that he wasn't forced to change his recommendation during the conversation could be considered as a success) and should be fully satisfied with himself. But instead, now that everything had been said and become irreversible, he has felt the unpleasant weight in his chest.
Something small and wet touched his palm lightly. Sengoku smiled weakly upon his white pet goat, stroked its upturned expectant head and started to walk in a direction of the Grand Garden. It was all over now. Although he has decided on that himself, facing it as a part of his reality did not fill him with joy nor satisfaction. Not that he had expected it would. God, how grateful he would be to leave the post with a feeling that he was leaving everything in a best state possible. Or at least better than he had found it in. It would be such a soothing feeling to see that being so close to the top of this pyramid of power he had managed to change a world for better at least a tiny bit. Not any societyshaking revolution, but a small yet visible shift in a good direction. And to be able to dream somewhere deep that the history may perhaps mention it shortly but approvingly somewhere on its numerous pages. But all he was left with was the very feeble hope that he had merely kept the world from becoming even worse than before and that the history won't mention him at all.
The calming sight of the sansui part of the elegant garden came into his view as he reached one of the numerous wooden terraces. After a short search he had spotted what was the other reason of the heavy feeling that was pulling him down into the navy blue areas of mind. The far away red speckle contrasted quite sharply with the light green of the small hill on the other side of the pond. Sengoku was standing still for a moment, feeling as the previous conversation becomes a trifle unmoving memory, already part of the many other important talks he has had in the past. After all everything was a matter of comparison... Before meeting with his Commander he had rethought all his
arguments, Kong's possible reactions and contrarguments and when you put aside your emotions it did not differ that much from any other difficult debate they had had before. (Technically. How would he cope with his retirement was the other problem entirely.) Now however he was at lose as what to say and what would be the outcome - the feeling he hated the most.
Orpheus jumped lightly onto the perfectly kept grass and looked at him with what may have been a concern in goatish body language. This faithful creature was quite gifted when it came to reading his master's moods and for the last couple of years it has been pretty upset with Sengoku's constant tension, continuing insomnia and connected with it outbursts of anger. Orpheus did not understand what was the reason of this unwelcome change, but with characteristic for all his kin intelligence guessed quite correctly that his master's mood darkens greatly after meetings with certain people and tried his best to keep them away from him. Unfortunately, being the gentleman he was,
he has never used his horns and just hoped that persistent tugging by the clothes would do the job. Even though constantly tired and stressed, Sengoku has always appreciated this little sign of caring and to the annoyment of visiting people he has never bothered to tell Orpheus off (and has fed him unhealthy amounts of green tea leaves and brown sugar when they were gone). He searched his pockets while walking slowly towards the pond. He apparently had already absent-mindedly given away everything though. Sengoku sighed. 'Stop trying to distract yourself, Sengoku. You never used to do this before... even before crucial negotiations and battles... so there is no justification to do it now. This time the world won't shake to its farthest corners, if the outcome will be undesirable for you. ...god, how bad at comforting must be the guy, who comforts into depression even himself... Yep, that's it, Sengoku. Stick to sarcasm, that's more like you...'
The red speckle has soon taken on the shape of the tall man in a red suit watching two cranes standing in the middle of the pond. Sakazuki enjoyed viewing that kind of carefully projected, well kept gardens. After all carefully projected, well kept bonsai trees were his passion, if one could use that kind of overflowing with emotion word for this man. Tsuru has always claimed that it is a sign of his mild side which he kept away from human sight, but Sengoku knew better. Ryu was a perfectionist who loved when all went according to his ideals and his internal rules and perhaps nothing among all living creatures suited him better than those bonsai trees that silently accepted all changes he made to them to make them look perfect. Then again Sengoku couldn't see anything wrong in being perfectionist, beside the fact that it could sometimes be a bit unhealthy for one and one's surroundings, since people and world tended to be quite far from the
ideal.
And the truth was the bonsai trees he had grown were all very pretty and healthy.
'...that is, before the destruction of Marineford' he added bitterly in his mind.
He sat beside him on the wooden bench, while Orpheus unceremoniously started to search Ryus' pockets in case there was any forgotten sembei there.
- How did it go? - asked cooly Sakazuki ignoring the spoiled goat.
- Pretty well, I guess... - Sengoku was not looking at him, but through years of being together he has learned which shades of coolness masked which feeling. Always felt a bit of gratification when he heard a very tiny tone of concern. - He has agreed to my resignation.
- Good. - nodded the other man - The proper rest should come to those who deserve it.
The golden carp jumped with a loud splash. One of the cranes hid its head under its wing. Sengoku has spent with Sakazuki five long years and he has not even once regretted the fact. Ryu has never failed to meet his expectations and has often exceded them. Even though he had his own strict view of things, he has been always taking the effort to listen to the opinion of those who he respected (very few may they be). And obeyed orders to its spirit regardless of his own conviction. He was the man to depend on. He was the man who always had trust in Sengoku's decisions. He was the man who would not expect beating around the bush.
- I have recommended Kuzan for the next Fleet Admiral.
He almost wished for another splash from the pond to break the icy silence that has closed over those words. Ryu always had trust in his decisions. Always. And he wasn't with him for personal advantages, Sengoku was sure of that. Always very sure.
The silence almost physically hurted his ears.
- ...why.
This one finally uttered word has spoken everything. Sakazuki never asked for a reason when the decision was already made. Especially if there were any personal matters intertwined. And he also was a very proud man. The fact that he had asked for it now said a lot.
And Sengoku wished he wouldn't have to answer. The arguments he had used on Kong were weak and improper now. 'You're great soldier, Ryu, really! It's just that everyone hates you.' Not that Sakazuki didn't know about it, but somehow Sengoku doubted he would acknowledge the validity of promoting someone else basing on his PR.
But it wasn't that he didn't have some other reasons too...
- I know you've got your vision of army - he started quietly - and I'm sure the reforms you'd like to carry out would strengthen it greatly... but now times have become quite different than I had expected them to be. The Marines... we may need every soul that would be willing to fight on our side... not only the strongest and the most righteous... We may need compromises...
- I've been in army for 40 years, Admiral. I've seen how it works.
Yes, he has. And always complied to compromise when ordered to. But being ordered and order are two different things. Would he really be able to discuss with those who he despised so much, while having the power to throw the whole army at them? Was Sengoku himself always able to do it? And Ryu had even more inflexible character... And not only that...
- The Government is used to your loyalty and they would put a lot of pressure to make you walk on their leash - he added hesitantly - Kuzan with his laid-back uncaring character will have it easier to avoid the decisions that may be disastrous. ...like the Whitebeard Battle. - now, he couldn't say aloud 'I was happy you have always obeyed MY orders, but obeying SOMEONE ELSE'S that blindly is quite undesirable', could he?
Another silence fell.
- I understand, Gensui - Ryu stood up after a moment. - I shall take a walk, if you don't mind.
- ...shall I wait for you?
- Please don't, Gensui.
There is a yaoi pairing (Sengoku x other marine) as a main theme, but nothing explicit happens (no hugs, kissing etc only emotions and talking).
There is also a small amount of foul language.
I did my best to describe old politics and soldiers and their way of dealing with emotions the best I could, but I still lack a lot, so I'm
sure there are weaker parts there. Please do comment about them. Of course you can also comment about better parts ;).
Still searching for beta. Anyone?
OP universe belongs to Oda and Shonen Jump, rich bastards :P
Oh, and yeah, the story is not connected with Megane at all.
Choice The royal eel stared at him for a moment, then turned back, his steely body glistening in golden sunrays before disappearing among emerald algae. The school of smaller fish sprung from the place, made a couple of quick zigzags only to be chased away by killer seahorse bristling with its venomous quills. The little sea den den mushi has fallen off the glass of the impressive aquarium and drifted slowly toward its bottom. All in all, it must have been very soothing view to have around when you were the Commander in Chef and the main link between the Marines and the Gorousei. Sengoku was always a bit envious of that impressive tank and tended to find certain pleasure in
looking at it while waiting in the reception, where the part of it was visible. Presently, however, was not the right moment to enjoy marine fauna, since he no longer waited for the difficult and ticklish conversation with his direct chef. Presently he was in the middle of it.
The silence dragged on for a couple of moments filled with Kong's emotionless yet very penetrating glance. Sengoku was doing his best to had his firm resolve carved in every inch of his face, body and aura. Years of experience in being the Marine Gensui made the task considerably easier in this tense atmosphere. After a moment Commander leaned back in his armchair and responded, no visible change in his features:
- We have tried to convince him otherwise, but Garp resigned from his post.
Sengoku frowned. He could guess where this was leading. He has been cooperating with Kong for years and he knew better than anyone else that beneath those impressive muscles and weird composition of spikes lied the mind perceptive, agile and experienced in peacefully making other people reach decisions consistent with his will (with exception of Garp on whom none of the more or less subtle techniques of suggestions, persuasions or manipulation ever have seemed to work). He hoped his eyes showed that he most strongly disapproves of using Garp's decision to made him change his own. For the respect for both of them. A shadow of resignation passed over Kong's face for a moment. Or maybe it was only Sengoku's wishful thinking.
-...still, his position among Marines will remain unchanged and he'll do us a favour by staying in army for the sake of young recruits' morale.
Kong's eyes never leaved Sengoku's face.
- Since you've decided to abandon the position of Gensui, then at least I wish you did the same, Sengoku.
The sense of surprise sneaked into Sengoku's heart. Would that conversation really be so quick and unproblematic? You're psychically worn out, mentally emaciated, so we'll let you do as you please in recognition of your services or at least of normal human sympathy, just stay around for the sake of youngsters, please? He smiled serenely. This was not the reality of politics. You don't let extremely useful people abandon their posts just like that. Unless you see some other use for them. But for the time being Sengoku decided to behave as he was accepting this at face value.
- In that case, I would accept it. This may not be a bad way to spend one's remaining years... - he smiled into Kong's scrutinizing eyes. 'Now that you have agreed to my resignation, no turning back, whatever you'll say next. Once I'm retired, I'll be no longer obliged to worry about the army, compliance with orders from The Government, public opinion, compromises with Shichibukai, compromises with Nobles, compromises with my own conscience and billion of other things I've grown so tired of.' - thought Sengoku watching as the barely visible light of satisfaction appeared on his Commander's face - 'Even though I'm sure you still think that keeping me around will end up in manipulating me back into being a link between filled with doubt soldiers and conservative Government, even if I will no longer be in a position of Gensui. I'm afraid I may disappoint you though.'
Kong remained silent for some time. When he calmly continued, there was a note of concern in his voice.
- You two have been fighting in the first line since the days of Roger. Your resignation... It will be grand news.
Sengoku waited patiently, smiling. 'Playing on the sense of responsibility and loyalty, of course.' After all this worked on him for many years.
- The 'legendary' pirates, including those who have broken free from the Level 6, are still prowling the seas. Newgate was barely the peak of it all. The Age of Piracy is coming back now...
Commander paused. It wasn't obviously expectant. The expectation was barely lurking around the corners, peeking cautiously from behind the carefully chosen words, lying deep in those blue eyes. Kong usually did not push people to any decision obviously. Still, in the end they somehow tended to change their minds about things after talking to him. Sengoku knew about it and did not fail to continue his serene smile of a man already on retirement.
- What good would be Marines commanded by the gang of oldtimers? - he askedalmost jokingly.
Though Sengoku was seemingly talking about himself, the pun of criticism was quite obvious and made Kong frown barely perceptibly. Even though they both had not always supported every decision The Government made (the thing of course not known to the rank and file) they always were far from questioning its authority over the army. Even jokingly. And that should not ever be changed, stated clearly Kong's eyebrows.
Sengoku decided to move back to a bit safer area of abstract ideas.
- 'Justice' itself is a value. It will be present no matter of the generation. - he stated firmly.
They've been looking at each other, serene man who felt that he had already done and seen enough to be excused to rest and grave man who still felt strong enough to carry the responsibility of trying to change this world into a more just place. Finally Kong's eyes said sincere 'Fine' even if he did not utter a world.
'And now comes the second part of the conversation. Closer to mental duel though it may be. And it not necessarily will be the easier one. Keep smiling, Sengoku, every tiny thing that may give you an advantage is valuable'
- More importantly... as far as it goes for the next Gensui, I would recommend Kuzan.
Maybe the atmosphere before was not so tense after all. In the end, everything is a matter of comparison.
Sengoku waited patiently under unblinking blue stare. The stare that was far from expressing satisfaction now.
- I can't say I'm not surprised with your decision... Didn't you always claim that Sakazuki is the best soldier you'd ever had?
- Yes, that's true and I by no means intend to deny that fact. - conceded carefully Hotoke.
- Then we can't also deny that you sound a bit contradictory right now, can we, Sengoku?
- I value Akainu most highly, both as a brave soldier and as a very loyal subordinate - answered slowly Sengoku. - He doubtlessly does not lack in perseverance, intelligence and composure when the situation needs it. I don't recall him failing me even once.
- ...well, then?
The former Fleet Admiral was silent for a moment chosing prudently his words.
- ...all what I have said is true, I've got not a slightest doubt here. It makes him a perfect soldier. But, you've said it yourself, Commander, haven't you. Now we live in a difficult age. - Sengoku made his gaze unyielding while his mouth still kept the trace of his previous smile - And not always a perfect soldier makes a perfect commander, I'm afraid. Even though he fulfills his duties as an Admiral flawlessly there is a great gap between commanding even the biggest troop and taking the responsibility for the whole army. There is a huge difference between reporting to the Fleet Admiral and reporting to the civil...
- Yes, imagine that I'm pretty much aware of that - interrupted Kong, uncanny sign of him losing patience somewhere deep. - So, in short, what does he lack?
- ...great legendary pirates are prowling the seas, as you have said before. The weakness of theirs is the fact they seem to be by nature unable to cooperate. There are some bigger packs, of course...
Short tick on Kong's hand showed that he had stopped himself from drumming his fingers, an old habit signing that he was irritated. Sengoku continued.
- ...but in the end, they're are as divided as politics on the so called democratic islands and they're trying to finish each other off. The unity of our army is an advantage they will be never able to achieve. And we shouldn't put it on the stake. - he ended slowly.
- ...so you think Sakazuki won't be able to ensure army's loyalty to himself? - Kong asked him in this particular straightforward manner that made people think again whether they really mean to say what they seem to want to say.
- ...I barely think things go much more smoothly when one's subordinates have trust in their commander's decisions and see that he truly cares about his army's well-being - answered Senkoku cautiously.
- I don't recall a reason to doubt that - replied coldly Kong.
- I'm the last person to doubt it either. ...but let's say I'm in a pretty huge minority here.
- So this is your reason to deny your best soldier and faithful long time support his well deserved promotion?
- The decision always lies with the Government, doesn't it, Commander. It is merely a tradition that the next Gensui is suggested - but not chosen - by the previous one, nothing binding, isn't it. I'm sure the Government will make the best choice - answered Sengoku in an almost pleasant tone.
'And you won't make it easier, will you' said Kong's sharp glance.
- And you think Kuzan will be able to manage it? -he asked - His service for the army is exemplary but isn't he per any chance too young and idealistic for such a responsible post?
- There were younger Gensui in the history, Commander. And he does not lack in intelligence. I am sure that when he takes the post, he'll soon realise the limits the real world has - he added with a very small undertone of wryness. - I think he'll prove to be a very good Gensui. The type Marines may be in need in this era. And the fact that he is generally liked and respected by admirals and high ranked officers should ensure him the support of experienced soldiers if needed.
- Like Sakazuki? - slight note of sarcasm. It was widely known the two Admirals were less than friendly towards each other.
- I am sure Akainu will have the same unyielding loyal coolheaded attitude towards him as he had towards me.
- Is that so? - subtle shift into mockery - And have you already told Sakazuki the happy news about his future wife? I'm sure he'll want to fulfill all his previous duties properly, right?
Maybe not so subtle after all. Sengoku felt his blood draining away from his face completely.
- Just joking.
The former Fleet Admiral said nothing, mustering all his willlpower on concealing the anger that has shaken him from the inside.
- But seriously - Kong's eyes bore through him - I sincerely hope your decision doesn't have anything to do with your relationship. You're not a child to be simply afraid of people talking that Sakazuki has slept his way up, right?
'...So that's your final try. Nice one, Commander. It almost really made me change my decision.' thought with silent fury former Fleet Admiral, his knuckles clenched bone white.
- No, I'm not a child and I don't recall ever letting my private feelings affect my decisions- he answered in a very quiet icy tone. 'Or else Garp would not be mourning anyone now.'- And I'm afraid today it's all I have come to you with, my Commander.
You could slice water in half with the sharp silence that has followed*. Even the sound of the air supplied artificially into the grand tank was not audible through the thick glass. Much less of another sea den den mushi falling down towards the aquamarine pebbles. Sengoku was now observing its slow journey as if it was the most fascinating show he could have ever witness. Or at least much more fascinating than the conversation with his Commander which he hoped he have pointedly enough signalled to be finished, no matter how inappropriate his behaviour may have seemed. He's got enough.
Kong sighed.
- Don't get me wrong, Sengoku. - he started once again in a placatory t one. - I have most high opinion about your deeds and decisions and have always considered you one of the best Gensui our army has ever had. All I hope is that your successor won't ruin what you have achieved through such dedication.
- You shouldn't keep pygmy vivernas in the same bank as the killer seahorse, it's gonna attack them when they grow up. - replied calmly Hotoke.
- ...fine - Kong sighed again - I'm sure you've rethought everything and made the decision you've considered best. ...I simply hoped for Sakazuki to be the one I'd have to cooperate with later on. - he added openly - That's really something you, for one, should understand best. And this time without any tactless puns here - he smiled apologetically.
Sengoku sighed inaudibly. However angry he was, he couldn't honestly deny the fact that through all those years Kong had been a good Commander. Always carefully considering every decision, always focused on common people's well-being, never searching for his own glory nor pleasures and in these times, when conflicts tended to be most often solved by killing the oponent rather than talking to him, his manipulatory side should rather be seen as blessing than be cursed upon. Not that he would refrain from ruthless bloodshed, even of innocent citizens, when he could not see other solution or when there was a 'common good' at stake. But Sengoku grimly knew he certainly
wasn't without guilt in that aspect either. Anyway, although their cooperation through all this years was not free of hidden conflicts of opinion that from time to time resulted in Sengoku's bitter disappointment or aversion, on the whole he respected Kong greatly for his dedication to the justice and order they both believed so much in. Even if quite offended right now, Hotoke did not want, if possible, their last official meeting to end in a bitter atmosphere. He smiled again.
- Believe me, my Commander, Aokiji will not be worse Gensui than me. I am sure he will not disappoint you. I would not recommend anything not being sure it is the best of the possible choices... ...thank you for all these years. Service in your
army was... and is always the honor for me.
Kong smiled back in a tired but sincere way for the first time during that conversation.
- No, like I've said, you were one of the best Admirals and soldiers there had ever been. It is me who was glad for the possibility to work with you.
- I am happy I could serve for a noble cause. - Sengoku drew up and saluted, the mask of serene peace once again on his face.
- Yes, yes, soldier as always - nodded Kong pensively - Well then, see you somewhere under the golden sun, my dear Sengoku, take your time.
- Yes, Commander, once more thank you very much.
Sengoku sighed with a small dose of relief when the huge ornate door closed behind him. He had managed to get the approval for his two not exactly pleasing Government decisions (though the second one was actually still to be decided. Still the very fact that he wasn't forced to change his recommendation during the conversation could be considered as a success) and should be fully satisfied with himself. But instead, now that everything had been said and become irreversible, he has felt the unpleasant weight in his chest.
Something small and wet touched his palm lightly. Sengoku smiled weakly upon his white pet goat, stroked its upturned expectant head and started to walk in a direction of the Grand Garden. It was all over now. Although he has decided on that himself, facing it as a part of his reality did not fill him with joy nor satisfaction. Not that he had expected it would. God, how grateful he would be to leave the post with a feeling that he was leaving everything in a best state possible. Or at least better than he had found it in. It would be such a soothing feeling to see that being so close to the top of this pyramid of power he had managed to change a world for better at least a tiny bit. Not any societyshaking revolution, but a small yet visible shift in a good direction. And to be able to dream somewhere deep that the history may perhaps mention it shortly but approvingly somewhere on its numerous pages. But all he was left with was the very feeble hope that he had merely kept the world from becoming even worse than before and that the history won't mention him at all.
The calming sight of the sansui part of the elegant garden came into his view as he reached one of the numerous wooden terraces. After a short search he had spotted what was the other reason of the heavy feeling that was pulling him down into the navy blue areas of mind. The far away red speckle contrasted quite sharply with the light green of the small hill on the other side of the pond. Sengoku was standing still for a moment, feeling as the previous conversation becomes a trifle unmoving memory, already part of the many other important talks he has had in the past. After all everything was a matter of comparison... Before meeting with his Commander he had rethought all his
arguments, Kong's possible reactions and contrarguments and when you put aside your emotions it did not differ that much from any other difficult debate they had had before. (Technically. How would he cope with his retirement was the other problem entirely.) Now however he was at lose as what to say and what would be the outcome - the feeling he hated the most.
Orpheus jumped lightly onto the perfectly kept grass and looked at him with what may have been a concern in goatish body language. This faithful creature was quite gifted when it came to reading his master's moods and for the last couple of years it has been pretty upset with Sengoku's constant tension, continuing insomnia and connected with it outbursts of anger. Orpheus did not understand what was the reason of this unwelcome change, but with characteristic for all his kin intelligence guessed quite correctly that his master's mood darkens greatly after meetings with certain people and tried his best to keep them away from him. Unfortunately, being the gentleman he was,
he has never used his horns and just hoped that persistent tugging by the clothes would do the job. Even though constantly tired and stressed, Sengoku has always appreciated this little sign of caring and to the annoyment of visiting people he has never bothered to tell Orpheus off (and has fed him unhealthy amounts of green tea leaves and brown sugar when they were gone). He searched his pockets while walking slowly towards the pond. He apparently had already absent-mindedly given away everything though. Sengoku sighed. 'Stop trying to distract yourself, Sengoku. You never used to do this before... even before crucial negotiations and battles... so there is no justification to do it now. This time the world won't shake to its farthest corners, if the outcome will be undesirable for you. ...god, how bad at comforting must be the guy, who comforts into depression even himself... Yep, that's it, Sengoku. Stick to sarcasm, that's more like you...'
The red speckle has soon taken on the shape of the tall man in a red suit watching two cranes standing in the middle of the pond. Sakazuki enjoyed viewing that kind of carefully projected, well kept gardens. After all carefully projected, well kept bonsai trees were his passion, if one could use that kind of overflowing with emotion word for this man. Tsuru has always claimed that it is a sign of his mild side which he kept away from human sight, but Sengoku knew better. Ryu was a perfectionist who loved when all went according to his ideals and his internal rules and perhaps nothing among all living creatures suited him better than those bonsai trees that silently accepted all changes he made to them to make them look perfect. Then again Sengoku couldn't see anything wrong in being perfectionist, beside the fact that it could sometimes be a bit unhealthy for one and one's surroundings, since people and world tended to be quite far from the
ideal.
And the truth was the bonsai trees he had grown were all very pretty and healthy.
'...that is, before the destruction of Marineford' he added bitterly in his mind.
He sat beside him on the wooden bench, while Orpheus unceremoniously started to search Ryus' pockets in case there was any forgotten sembei there.
- How did it go? - asked cooly Sakazuki ignoring the spoiled goat.
- Pretty well, I guess... - Sengoku was not looking at him, but through years of being together he has learned which shades of coolness masked which feeling. Always felt a bit of gratification when he heard a very tiny tone of concern. - He has agreed to my resignation.
- Good. - nodded the other man - The proper rest should come to those who deserve it.
The golden carp jumped with a loud splash. One of the cranes hid its head under its wing. Sengoku has spent with Sakazuki five long years and he has not even once regretted the fact. Ryu has never failed to meet his expectations and has often exceded them. Even though he had his own strict view of things, he has been always taking the effort to listen to the opinion of those who he respected (very few may they be). And obeyed orders to its spirit regardless of his own conviction. He was the man to depend on. He was the man who always had trust in Sengoku's decisions. He was the man who would not expect beating around the bush.
- I have recommended Kuzan for the next Fleet Admiral.
He almost wished for another splash from the pond to break the icy silence that has closed over those words. Ryu always had trust in his decisions. Always. And he wasn't with him for personal advantages, Sengoku was sure of that. Always very sure.
The silence almost physically hurted his ears.
- ...why.
This one finally uttered word has spoken everything. Sakazuki never asked for a reason when the decision was already made. Especially if there were any personal matters intertwined. And he also was a very proud man. The fact that he had asked for it now said a lot.
And Sengoku wished he wouldn't have to answer. The arguments he had used on Kong were weak and improper now. 'You're great soldier, Ryu, really! It's just that everyone hates you.' Not that Sakazuki didn't know about it, but somehow Sengoku doubted he would acknowledge the validity of promoting someone else basing on his PR.
But it wasn't that he didn't have some other reasons too...
- I know you've got your vision of army - he started quietly - and I'm sure the reforms you'd like to carry out would strengthen it greatly... but now times have become quite different than I had expected them to be. The Marines... we may need every soul that would be willing to fight on our side... not only the strongest and the most righteous... We may need compromises...
- I've been in army for 40 years, Admiral. I've seen how it works.
Yes, he has. And always complied to compromise when ordered to. But being ordered and order are two different things. Would he really be able to discuss with those who he despised so much, while having the power to throw the whole army at them? Was Sengoku himself always able to do it? And Ryu had even more inflexible character... And not only that...
- The Government is used to your loyalty and they would put a lot of pressure to make you walk on their leash - he added hesitantly - Kuzan with his laid-back uncaring character will have it easier to avoid the decisions that may be disastrous. ...like the Whitebeard Battle. - now, he couldn't say aloud 'I was happy you have always obeyed MY orders, but obeying SOMEONE ELSE'S that blindly is quite undesirable', could he?
Another silence fell.
- I understand, Gensui - Ryu stood up after a moment. - I shall take a walk, if you don't mind.
- ...shall I wait for you?
- Please don't, Gensui.