A/N
So... I drew some art of a version of Angel midway through researching for my dissertation. I'm not a great artist and this is my first time drawing a PoC, so I hope I did a good job :) This was inspired by one particular comment on Wattpad (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE), so you can thank or curse that person for this art being produced.
There is no one version of Angel. I've deliberately tried to keep that as ambiguous as possible so people can imagine their own. So don't think this person is the 'canonical' representation of Angel. All versions are valid, and all versions are their own unique entity. The art I've gotten so far is so diverse and gorgeous I love them all! So please keep going imagining your own version of Angel throughout this journey. I'm curious about what yours is like!!
Anywhoo, onto the chapter!
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"Saint (y/n)!"
You stifled a wince as Sengoku slammed a crumpled sheet of paper on his desk before you.
"Care to explain..." He removed his hand, revealing the full sheet which read:
Dead or Alive.
'Steel Arm' Angel
B 22,000,000
"...How this happened?"
Your brow furrowed. "You were the one who told me to be covert."
"And last I checked, 'covert' means staying out of sight! For crying out loud..." A tired hand ran down his face. "The hell're you putting me through here!"
A pang of irritation shot through you. Not directed at Sengoku... but at yourself. How could you have been so foolish as to have been reported like that. Part of you had expected it of course; you'd stormed into Alurbarna guns blazing during the middle of a civil war. Any remaining civilians in the city would have of obviously reported you to the authorities.
"You'd have to thank that Commodore friend of yours for refusing to put out a picture." Pulling open a drawer, Sengoku handed an opened envelope with hastily written scrawl for the address. "He felt the need to contact me personally about it."
"Commodore?"
"Smoker. The one who you said should get the credit for Alabasta."
Ah right. His new title. You had suggested that. And received a lengthy rant from the newly promoted marine a few days later... which was also the majority of this letter he'd sent. You'd known his pride wouldn't like this, but the Government didn't want the rest of the world to find out a pirate saved a country and you'd prefer it if that honour went to someone on your side.
Besides... It was too soon to put Luffy in the spotlight.
"And from what I've heard there was a Whitebeard pirate and one of the Revolutionaries there too... Uhhh..." He once again hid his face in a hand. "I suppose you were lucky not to be recognised. You could've been killed."
At this you blatantly looked away.
...Sure. Why not.
Readjusting his spectacles, Sengoku turned his attention back to you. "Do you really have nothing to say? Nothing to argue back with?"
"I'm afraid not, Fleet Admiral." You metal fist hissed under the cover of your side cloak. "Even I know when a battle is lost."
"I see." For a moment he looked disappointed. You couldn't quite identify why. "I see... Well. I suppose there is nothing left for me to do."
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