Odango fanfic I wrote for english class

Different to the main story!!! 

Odango!! 

Oda wiped a tear that was beginning to form in the corner of his eye. He

had loved those children, he had cared for them. Yet now his reason to

keep going in this world was gone. Every single reason. He adopted the

kids after the war, many parents didn’t make it and as a result had

abandoned their children. He walked across the gloomy alleyway, it's

only lamp flickering. He saw the lamp and it reminded him of himself,

unhappy and out of use. He arrived at the building, a dimly lit bar that

not many people attended.

As he slumped into the seat, he found himself reliving the trauma he had

to go through. He saw himself running towards the vehicle his children

had been taken to. He saw himself trying to open the locked door. He

saw himself jumping backwards and screaming when the timer hit zero.

He saw himself being a failure. A failure who wasn’t able to save his

loved ones. He was not only lonely but also a failure.

He was taken out of his trance when he felt a tapping on his shoulder.

The red head looked up to see a man. The man wasn’t too tall, maybe

5’7? He had black hair that reached his chin, every single strand had

been perfectly combed. This gentleman was wearing a neat brown suit with black loafers. Oda recognised this man from somewhere but he

couldn’t pinpoint where. The man spoke:

“Excuse me, but I couldn’t help but notice you were in a trance. I believe

you work at the same place as me. My name is Ango if you didn’t know”

They both worked for the port mafia - Oda being a low rank gunman and

Ango being the intelligence collector. Rumour has it that Ango has

knowledge worth more than gold.

Oda looked up at him.

“Ah yes, I do seem to recognize you. My name is Oda by the way”

Ango sat down on the stool next to him. He gave Oda the opportunity to

explain why he was sitting there looking so glum. Oddly enough, that

was exactly what Oda needed. So he took it with pleasure.

After tears and multiple rounds of drink, they both stumbled up the stairs

laughing together about work affairs. A topic revisited many times was

about how (as if by chance) they were both friends with one of the most

powerful executives in the port mafia. The street lamps shone against

them as they walked through Yamashita park. It was spring so there

were cherry blossoms across the ground.

It had seemed they were lucky because by coincidence they both lived in

the same apartment complex. The semi broken lights flickered across

Oda’s face. Due to Ango’s drunk vision. He had believed he saw

something on Oda’s face. He brushed his hand across Oda’s face to

remove the invisible dirt. Oda held Ango’s dry and bruised hand…