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✦「Killer x Marine! Reader」✦
ɴᴀᴍᴇ║Killer
ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ/ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ║One Piece: Stampede
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ║18,010
「ᴀꜰʟ」 𝟏𝟖+ 「ᴘᴡᴘ」 ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ━━━➤ 「ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ」
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❝ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ❞
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"What the-Get that out of your mouth!?"
Before the two could react, you snatched the duo cigars from Smoker's mouth and threw it in the rubbish can.
"(Y/n), no-"
"(Y/n), yes." You retorted and lowered the newspaper you used to hide your appearance. "We're on an island surrounded by pirates for The Pirates Fest and you want to smoke?"
The older male grunted and licked his dry lips. "They're not going to recognize me."
You felt your left eye twitching. Smoker looked exactly like himself except his outfit was different and even then on the left side of his chest were extra cigars.
He even still had his jitte, only having it wrapped in a white bandage attached to his back.
While the Vice Admiral's disguise was rather simple and plain, his subordinate's was much more flashy. Tashigi wore her blue capris and magenta long-sleeve with a pink scarf around her neck.
And the most flashy thing she wore was the large exaggerated pink hat with a yellow puff flowing behind. Not to mention she even had her sword attached to her hip.
"Your disguises are ridiculous. These pirates will be able to recognize you from a mile away." You grumbled under your breath and crossed your arms under your chest. "I knew I should have bought your disguises for you..."
"You should look at yourself first before saying something to us." Smoker answered, provoking you to raise an eyebrow.
"Huh?" You asked with your left eye twitching. You took this infiltration seriously, especially when you were trying to work your way up the ranks.
Being a Vice Admiral was great and all, especially when your subordinates considered your rank just below Veteran Tsuru and Monkey D. Garp.
It was a great accomplishment but many actually believed you didn't deserve it since you weren't a devil fruit user.
You were proficient and Haki enough, but there was clear Bias against you because of your gender than your male counterparts.
Not to mention the jealousy from your peers from how fast you ranked up compared to others.
It didn't matter at the same time since they were nothing to you. You use your position for the well-being of others, and the more accomplishments you have, the more power you earn.
To hide your prominent appearance, well known to the pirates, you adorned a short black-haired wig with a few golden stripes.
Instead of your marine uniform, you wore a red tank top that stopped below your naval. Black leggings covered your bottom and ended at your ankles where red heels protected your feet. And to cover your well know jagged scars on your back and shoulders, a black leather jacket was worn over your arms.
Your crystal fans were skillfully hidden inside your jacket, making you appear rather harmless if it wasn't for the intense gaze in your (e/c) iris'.
"I am the most unrecognizable one, you foolish marine. If it wasn't for Black Cage Hina, you wouldn't have been able to stay in your position due to that mouth." You snapped causing Smoker to get in your face.
"You're one to talk. Being a Vice Admiral but somehow always losing to that mask-wearing supernova from the worst generation. "
His words caused you to gape at him like a fish. "That's funny coming from you. And I wouldn't consider it losing if there is never a winner." You hissed.
Smoker laughed in his throat and leaned back. "I'd consider it losing if I were to be scarred like that by his blades." He said, referring to the markings all over your body, especially the one on the left side of your lip.
A thin slice started at the bottom of your nose and ends at your chin. It was a fairly new injury so you knew the pirates wouldn't recognize you with the new wound.
"Not to mention you wouldn't have even made it to that rank if it wasn't for Fleet Admiral Sakazuki wanting to get in your pants." Smoker stated.
"I should kill you." You mumbled in response before placing a strand of the fake hair behind your ear. "And Fleet Amiral Sakazuki didn't want to suck my titties until after I was promoted to Vice Admiral."
Tashigi let out an awkward laugh at the tension and lowered her newspaper. "Let's not forget why we're here." She said and attempted to change the subject.
The brunet brought up a tan piece of paper with important information on it. "Our main target is the big boss, Festa the "Festival Maker". A big-time pirate from the days of Roger, who we thought died in a sea king accident."
"And this guy too." You added in and handed the female a folded piece of paper. "The man the Navy quarters won't even admit is alive."
The woman unfolded the paper and assessed the bounty picture printed out on it. "Douglas Bullet...The worst escapee from level six at Impel Down..."
Smoker leaned back in his chair and placed two more cigars in his mouth, lighting them unapologetically. "If those two are teamed up, this is clearly no ordinary festival."
Before you could speak the ground suddenly began to shake and pirate ships in the water began to get sucked into a vortex that was forming.
People began to panic and knock into things around them. You had no reaction as Smoker and Tashigi looked around worriedly.
"Don't worry about it." You mumbled and slowly stood up from your sitting position. "It's nothing you need to bother with. Come on, let's see if we can find some information."
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"(Y/n), you're getting distracted."
You snapped out of it and quickly wiped the drool that you had salivated. Although you were trying to be serious since there was a lot riding on what you three could come out with, you couldn't help but get distracted at the food stands.
"No, I'm not." You snapped and quickly made your way down the street. Tashigi and Smoker looked at each other before sighing to themselves.
You were typically much scarier than this but when you were at events-like festivals-you were the type to get rather sidetracked. Even reverting to a child-like wonder since as a child you were never able to experience the youthfulness of the world.
The two marine officers followed after your form and listened closely to those around them. You did the same...but couldn't help diverting your attention to the food that smelled absolutely delicious and the jewelry stands that displayed accessories that twinkled like mini stars.
The Vice Admiral had to basically hold you back at certain points when you started to wander off on your own. You couldn't help it, shiny objects always attracted your attention, and that was how you were stuck with Saisei Kurisutarufan, the regenerative crystal fans.
Your attraction to glistening objects was your downfall. Originally you thought they were just crystals in odd shapes, but as soon as you grabbed hold of the weapons, they immediately named you their master and fused themselves to your soul.
Ever since then you were unable to rid yourselves of the fans. They were a part of your soul and always found their way back to you.
"Did you hear that?" Tashigi's voice brought you back from your thoughts as she pulled the three of you into an alley. "It's only a rumor, but it's spread so widely."
You nodded your head and crossed your arms under your chest. "I know. And if we're caught, this could end extremely badly for us."
The white-haired officer nodded his head and inhaled deeply from his two cigarettes that you were quick to snatch and stomp under your heels.
"You disgraceful marine!" The male snapped. "You're worse than Tashigi and she's incredibly absentminded!"
Abruptly you slammed your hands against the older male's mouth and shushed him. "You're gonna blow our cover, you obstinate fool!"
The male flicked your hands off of his face and wiped his mouth as if it was dirty. Tashigi began to speak again, but your attention was seized when something shiny caught your eye.
Moving without thinking you walked down the alley into another street to stop at a stall. The display cases held glimmering ornaments, and even some daggers the color of gold.
You gawked at the gems and brought your purse out, ready to buy the items without really thinking. However, you were quickly pulled out of your fantasy when a cool gust of wind raked through your clothes.
Glancing around you noticed the sun was setting and the sky was becoming visibly dark. Tashigi and Smoker were nowhere to be found, and you couldn't blame them this time since it was indeed you who wandered off first.
"Sh*t." You cursed under your breath and quickly left the stand. You had to find the two officers on this giant island and even though they weren't disguised the best, there were thousands of people here you had to look past to find your partners.
And because you didn't want to deal with the Vice Admiral at night you went and booked a separate hotel away from the two. Blowing air out of your nose like a bull, you continued down the street to make your way to your hotel.
Tashigi knew where your lodging was so if they were really concerned they would meet you there. The hard expression on your face morphed into a sudden grin.
And that meant you could finish exploring the streets to your pleasure without the white-haired male berating you for getting distracted.
And of course, you enjoyed it to your heart's content. Hungrily you devoured the grilled meat (or alternative :p) and churros that you bought from a couple of stands.
You strutted down the streets, the glow of the lights casting upon your skin as you grew closer to your lodging.
"Hey! Do you want to play a game?"
Your attention was diverted to a male calling out to you. It was a rather large stand with tables and chairs surrounding it.
People were sitting around eating and obviously enjoying the delicacies. The one who called out to you appeared to be a tall muscular man with styled brown hair.
He was sitting at a table with another man with black hair. At the table they were sitting at was a giant platter with takoyaki stacked up in a pyramid.
You swallowed the bite in your mouth and stepped closer to their table. "A game?" You sought. "What kind of game?"
The one who called over to you directed one of his hands to the mountain of food. "It's a game sort of like russian roulette. Most of the takoyaki here is normal, with regular filling but there are some that are alternatively filled with wasabi."
You gained a bit of interest from the idea and sat down at their table. "Go on."
"Each of us grabs seven and puts them on our plate. The first one to finish all seven wins. It's a simple game but the wasabi they sell here on Delta Island is crazy spicy."
"And the reward?" You asked.
The black-haired one snorted. "Bragging rights."
"I'm down." You shot back. You were rather competitive, even if there was no true reward. You just liked to say that you won.
"Alright." The brown-haired male cheered. "I'm Delano and he's Tajo. We'll be your competitors on this fine evening."
You couldn't help but snicker at the pirates. Even if you couldn't fight any pirates or you would break your cover, you'll sure as h*ll win a simple competition.
"Greetings to you two. You may call me Enola." You said using your alias.
"Nice to meet you, Enola." The two chimed before fixing their posture and straightening their plates.
"Ready," Delano asked you.
You nodded your head.
"Begin!" Tajo declared.
Using your chopsticks, you skillfully placed seven on your plate before devouring them. The first two were normal, tasting absolutely delicious.
But the third one almost knocked the wind out of you. "Holy sh*t." You choked and coughed aloud. 'They didn't lie when they said this was spicy.'
Delano laughed at you, causing himself to choke on his bite. Tajo shook his head and was already on his fourth one but inhaled deeply at what you assumed was a spicy bite.
It literally didn't really matter if you lost, but you're quite a sore loser regardless of what the competition was about.
You ate a couple more, the three of them being tampered with takoyaki. Your eyes watered from the heat, though you swallowed strenuously and sniffled.
Mama ain't raise no p*ssy b*tch...Well, mama didn't raise you at all, but that's not the point. Stuffing the last one in your mouth, you dropped your chopsticks on your plate in accomplishment.
You leaned back in your seat and crossed your arms under your chest in a proud manner while swallowing the last two that were regular.
Delano threw his eating utensil on the table and grabbed a water bottle to chug down the bite in his mouth.
"Wow, I lost to a little girl." Tajo groaned and pushed his plate away from himself. You flared your nose and shook your head.
"I'm twenty-five."
The two males did a double-take and choked on their spit. "Y-You're older than us by two years?" Delano asked as if he was in disbelief.
You snickered at their reactions before standing up and sniffling from the heat that was burning within your mouth.
"Well, pleasure beating you children, but I must be on my way. Have a fine night." You called out at the two males, who waved their hands dejectedly.
While walking down the streets, your mouth still burned, and your head felt fuzzy. The heat from the wasabi was really getting to you now.
Buying a bottle of water, you continued down the path, whereas for some reason, you began to feel uneasy, as if someone was watching you.
Glancing around, no one was paying any attention to your frame. Everyone was too busy with their own matters for you to be the center of attention.
You took another sip of your water, but it didn't seem to be any help at all. In fact, you were beginning to feel worse.
Not only was it just your tongue, but your whole body began to feel hot. Your limbs felt heavy, and you couldn't help but sway.
The bright street lights were hurting your head, yielding you to enter one of the alleys and hold yourself up against the wall since it was so dark and dim.
You couldn't help but pant heavily, your chest rising and falling raggedly. "What...Is wrong with me?" You wheezed out, shaking with most of the strength in your legs, feeling as if they were dissipating.
"Ha, it took longer than expected to work on you."
You swallowed thickly and slowly turned to look over your shoulder to see Delano and Toja making their way down the alley.
"What are you-" Delano didn't let you finish as he grabbed your arm roughly and pulled you close to his body, your water bottle falling to the ground.
"There were drugs in the ones you ate. You didn't think we called you over just for a stupid game, did you?" Toja asked, his hands running up your leg.
"You..." You could barely get the words out from how heavy your tongue felt. "You f*cker's spiked it."
"Don't worry." The brunet mused. "It's nothing bad, just something to put you in the mood and extra sensitive. Plus-" His free hand played with the hem of your leggings. "-they say older women do it better. So why don't we find out~."
You grit your teeth, fury mending into every fiber of your muscles. Tajo's lips could be felt on the side of your neck with Delano's hand attempting to pull down your leggings.
"W-Wait!" You cried, but they didn't listen. Your black jacket was ripped off your torso; a bruise now formed around the side of your throat from the black-haired male.
His hands grasped the hem of your shirt, pulling it upwards while your leggings were being tugged downwards.
With all the strength you could muster, you summoned Saisei Kurisutarufan. The glimmering teal and lemonade pink fans with the black opal handle flew from under your coat and landed in your hands.
You didn't even hesitate in your movement, slicing their throat with the sharp edge of your weapon. They gasped, halting their actions before falling backward and landing on the ground with a loud thud.
A wide slice was made across the skin of their throats and was opened widely. Dark-colored minerals protruded against the cut, with their blood turning into pearl-shaped gems.
You huffed loudly and fell against the wall, barely able to keep your frame on the surface. Your body was burning up to the point where you felt like you were going to melt.
"I never thought I would actually see you here."
Whirling around, you pointed your fans at the end of the alley and glared. "Show yourself!"
There was a moment of silence before you heard footsteps, and a man's figure was illuminated by the glow of the streets.
Your eyes widened at the sight; you were in disbelief. It was your worst enemy, your eternal rival, and the one who you continuously never won over.
The Massacre Soldier, Killer.
If Killer recognized you, then he would most definitely take advantage of your situation and end you right there and there.
He was dressed just as he usually was, only for his light purple jeans and his shirt a dark mulberry purple. The sash around his waist was tan, and his sheaths were still attached to his hips.
The last time you saw him was when he busted your nose and gifted you your most recent scar on your face.
"W-Who are you!?" You asked, still having to keep your cover.
"Do you really think I wouldn't recognize you?" You flinched from his deep voice and cowered slightly when he took long heavy steps to your frame. "I'll always be able to tell it's you, (Y/n)."
You bared your teeth and attempted to slash one of the twin fans across his throat, but you stumbled instead, and the male had to catch you.
You barely had any more strength, the effects of the drug growing stronger the longer it stayed in your system.
One of his muscular arms was wrapped around your waist to hold you upright while the other grasped your discarded jacket.
The heat of his body made you tremble; your mind was so hazy, and your throat so dry. And when you smelled the faintest hint of the sea and cologne on his body, your p*ssy couldn't help but throb because of his manly scent.
"You're so..." You swallowed hard and panted. "Lucky I can't f*cking kill you right now."
The male glanced down at you and tilted his mask-covered face. The wig that was on your head was starting to slide back and reveal your real hair beneath.
Your face was flushed with color; a smoky look was in your eyes with your lips parted. Heavy pants left your lips with a slight trail of drool dribbling down the corner of your mouth.
The sight of your face was already as er*tic as it was. But then, when he looked closely and gazed across your bare shoulders with the straps of your top falling down your biceps, it was almost too enticing.
The bottom of your shirt was pulled up and crumbled at your chest, revealing your bare stomach covered in scars.
Not to mention the hem of your pants was lowered, revealing the thin straps of your undergarment pressing into the skin of your waist.
Your appearance was completely disheveled and troubled. The sight made the male swallow thickly and took a deep breath.
You were the woman from the Marines that he always fought, always went toe to toe with but could never beat. The strongest female he knew, and here you were in an alley, unable to even raise a fist to his face.
You were completely vulnerable, something he had never seen before.
"Let me go, you f*cking oaf." He blinked before glancing down at you and doing as you said. As soon as the support was gone, your legs crumpled, and you fell to your knees, groaning from the pain.
"Whatever happened to the big bad Vice Admiral, huh? The Pirate Killer?" He teased lightly and crossed his large muscular arms over his broad chest.
You grit your teeth at his taunting remarks and weakly hovel to your feet. Snatching the coat from him, you placed the fans back within the inside pockets and leaned against the wall.
"I ate something spiked; moreover, I'm livid, so If you don't get out of my way and leave me be, I'm going to f*cking tear your throat open."
The male shrugged his muscular shoulders and turned his body to show you his back. "That's if you ever get the chance. When I leave, you'll be alone in such a defenseless state." He responded.
"I can handle this myself."
Killer scoffed quietly and turned back to face you. "It wouldn't take much for someone else to find you like this. They'll probably recognize you, kill you maybe, or take advantage of you."
He suddenly leaned down from his height of 6'5 (195 cm) and brought his masked face close to yours. "Do you think these pirates would miss the opportunity to defile and humiliate a female marine? Especially a well-known one of your rank."
"You're notorious, (Y/n)." His low voice saying your name made your p*ssy throb and walls clench. "But if you want me to go, then I'll oblige. I'll wait for another day to kill you; well, that is if someone else doesn't do it for me first."
He pulled away from you and stood to his full height. You glared at his stupid blue and white mask, wanting to smash his f*cking face in.
Swiftly he turned around and began making his way down the alley. The roar of the pirates from the streets grew louder, and because of Killers' words, the panic was beginning to settle in.
You knew he was right; you were in no position to defend yourself. Already had you used the remaining strength on Delano and Toja.
Your hotel was at least a mile or two away from where you were. The masked man was right; you'd never make it back safely.
"W-Wait!" You stuttered and cringed at what you were going to do. You hated needing anything from others, and you especially hated asking for it.
The male halted in his movements and turned his head slightly to face you.
You took a deep breath, scrunching your face up before letting it relax. "I need...Hmph, I need your assistance."
It was absolutely embarrassing, humiliating even to ask the arrogant pirate - who you had been feuding with for years - for help to get back safely.
The blond turned his full body to face you. "I think you can do better than that, (Y/n). The word I'm looking for is 'help'."
"F*cking a**hole!" You cursed under your breath and launched your jacket at him. He caught it swiftly with his left hand but still awaited your 'appropriate' plea for help.
Your lips trembled as you attempted to speak. With all your heart, you loathed asking for help; you despised even saying the word.
Nothing good had ever come from you asking for help, in fact, it was twisted on you, and he used your plea for help as a way to take advantage of you.
Memories from that sullen place never left you. Memories of your desperate pleas for salvation only for it to be your doom.
You were damn sure Killer didn't understand the severity of the word, but he really was using the opportunity to get a one-up on you.
The feelings of your eyes burning from attempting to keep your tears of frustration in brought you back from your thoughts.
Killer just stood still, waiting for you to ask, but you struggled greatly; he could tell. He suddenly pivoted on the balls of his feet and began to walk away.
"K-Killer!" He paused for a moment before continuing out towards the end of the alley to the other side of the street.
"Please..." It was as if the words burnt your tongue and smacked you in the face. "Please help me get back to the hotel."
The male swiftly shifted, stepping closer to you before suddenly gripping your waist and heaving you over onto his right shoulder.
"K-Killer!" You screeched from surprise and had to adjust the wig from falling.
"What? It's the quickest way. Now, which hotel are you staying at?" He asked, his grip on your waist securing you firmly over his collar.
His touch was distracting; the warmth of his fingers made the skin feel as it was being ignited aflame.
"(Y/n). I asked you a question."
You blinked your thick lashes and swallowed the saliva in your mouth. It was a bit embarrassing only because almost everyone knew of your childish interest.
"It's over by the main jewelry stores, Emerald Cove Hotel." You replied, and you felt his shoulders tremble.
He most likely was going to laugh, but he physically had to stop himself. You knew he hated his laugh, especially after the defected SMILE incident.
"Figured as much."
The masked blond began making his way through the less crowded streets to get to your hotel. He was quiet as usual and didn't say anything more after his little comment.
You didn't say anything either; however, that didn't mean your mind wasn't racing with extreme thoughts. His touch was driving you mad, and the heat of his body made goosebumps rise all over your skin.
With every step he took, you could feel your body bounce against his own, and it felt like electricity shooting through your nerves. You had to squeeze your thighs together, and you hoped he wouldn't notice even though your a** was basically right next to his head.
After what felt like forever, the two of you finally arrived at the luxurious lodging. The male didn't even put you down as he entered.
"Which one's your room?" He sought.
"The suite on the top floor." You replied after a moment of gathering your thoughts.
Strutting over to the lift, he entered it and clicked the highest button on the panel. You couldn't help but shift and groan quietly as the drug coursed through your veins.
"We're almost there, just a little longer." He stated, and you only responded with another groan. A minute or two went by until the lift door opened, and a short hallway with a set of double doors at the end came to view.
As he stepped forward to the doors, you spoke up. "The key card is in the pocket on the right side of my leggings." You didn't have the strength to maneuver your arm back and grab it.
But maybe you should have because as soon as his large hand had dipped into your pocket and slid against the thin fabric to grab the card, your hips bucked, and you unconsciously shifted closer to his face.
You could basically feel the heat growing in your lower region, oh so desperate for anything to assist the sensitivity.
Killer unlocked the door to your room and turned on the lights before entering inside, gazing around to take in the appearance. Exactly what he thought your room to be.
Clean, most definitely, but extravagant as well to match your interest in sparkling gems and jewels. He set you down roughly on the couch, causing you to groan and rub the back of your head from hitting the armrest.
"I outta kill you!"
"You outta give me a thank you."
His words caused you to purse your lips and turn your head to avoid his gaze. "Whatever." You whispered under your breath while sitting up.
Your body smelt of sweat and the aroma of food from the festival. You needed a shower, and maybe a cold shower could help surpass this drug or at least cool you down.
Weakly you stood up to your feet and pressed yourself against the wall. "I'm going to shower, so you can leave now." You mumbled as you entered the pristine marble bathroom.
The blonde-haired pirate didn't say anything, simply watching you close the door, and a few moments later, he heard the water running.
He turned to leave, and right as he reached the door handle, he heard a cry from the shower. Without thinking, he ran to the bathroom door.
"(Y/n)?"
The faintest sound of your breathing could be heard; however, it sounded more of what he assumed was heavy panting.
"I'm...I'm fine." You called out hoarsely before clearing your throat. "Can you wait here? You know...till I'm done, just in case anything happens."
The masked man didn't say anything, staring at the white door for a few seconds until he sighed. "Fine." He grumbled and stepped away until he reached the couch.
He set himself down and crossed his leg in a figure four, his arms supporting his body on the bridge of the sofa. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes and thought to himself.
What was he even doing here? Not to begin with, he was here helping the female marine that always seemed to get in his and Kid's way, and he was helping her.
The whole situation was a mess, and he should just do what would be most beneficial to him and the Kid Pirates.
He should just kill you now.
Taking you out when you were weak would be perfect when you couldn't fight back. But then again, he didn't like that either. If you couldn't fight back, then what was the point?
If he couldn't cross weapons with you and feel the strength against his blade, then it would be a waste.
The Massacre Soldier was so much in his thoughts that he didn't hear the shower shut off or the bathroom door opening.
When you exited the washroom, you saw the male sitting on your couch, staring at the ceiling. Swallowing the saliva in your mouth, you crept over to the light switch and shut it off.
Immediately the room was enveloped in darkness, and it startled the masked man. He jolted in his spot and was about to get up, but your words stopped him.
"Don't move...please."
His instinct was telling him otherwise, that this was a trick or an attack. He should've just killed you already. And to hear you say 'please'- a word you hated to use just as much as 'help'-made him hesitate.
He swallowed thickly and stayed in his spot, but he kept his hands scrunched around his gauntlets by his side. He heard your footsteps approach him slowly, and his heart drummed noisily in his ears.
The anticipation was killing him, and he disliked this, how he was at a disadvantage in the darkness. There was little light, but it came from the window behind him.
Your body came into the line of his sight, causing his gaze to fling to your frame. You met his gaze and stopped walking right in front of his spot on the couch.
With the small amount of light from the window, he could see the wig was off, and your real hair was down, still dripping water.
The only thing protecting your body from him was the thin white towel wrapped around your body. But to his surprise, you let go of the cloth and allowed it to fall to the ground.
Immediately the blond sucked in a breath at the sight. It was something he had never seen before in all the years he had known you.
Your body was bare, nothing shielding his blue orbs from seeing your most private parts. Water droplets dripped down your body, and he couldn't help but follow the trails that led down your stomach.
"What are you-"
"One night."
You had quickly interjected his words and looked deeply at his blue and white mask. Your face was flushed with color, and a frustrated but smokey expression rested on your face.
"I can't deal with this; it's not going away..." You stepped closer to his frame to set his leg down and straddle his lap, your wet limbs on either side of his.
Killer could immediately feel the wetness from your c*nt on his crotch, and it took everything in him not to grab your throat right then and there and just kill you.
You were tempting him like the devil and could possibly only be acting. You could be using this chance to make him vulnerable and finally kill him.
"Please, I'm desperate." You begged and brought your hands down to his own. You fingered the attachments and unlocked his hands from the grey gauntlets.
"I thought I could just do it myself, but it's just getting worse..." Your voice cracked at the end to signify your clear, very emotional standing. "I-I can't go to anyone else."
You gripped his hands and steered them to your waist. As soon as his rough, calloused hands brushed against your skin, you sucked in a breath and shuddered against his body.
He immediately felt that response and willed his own body to not react. His self-control was great, but he was human after all, and everyone falls to their desires at least once in their life.
"So just this once, I beg you to forget your hatred and...please help me."
You brought your face close to his mask in the darkness, and you could hear him breathing laboriously.
"Just this one time?" He asked in a soft voice you've never heard before. It made butterflies erupt in your tummy and dance around.
Instead of replying, you grasped the sides of his mask and removed it gently from his head. You knew the male hated to have others see his face, always sporting the iconic blue and white mask.
But if you were in the darkness where you struggled to see, hopefully, he'll allow you to take it off.
And thankfully, you were right.
His grip on your waist tightened as he now sat maskless in front of someone for the first time since childhood. Even though you couldn't see, he still grew a bit tense and even itched to wear it again.
However, those thoughts slowly began to dissipate when he felt your hot breath against his lips, so close to touching.
"Just for one night." You whispered as softly as he did. "I need you."
Not a moment later did, the blond place his lips against yours and pull your body closer to his chest. Your lips moved in sync sloppily, a desperate action that could only be described as yearning.
One of his arms wrapped around your back and gripped your shoulder. The other reached down and grasped your a** that he had only ever seen in the white pants of your marine uniform.
But now he was touching it, caressing the warm flesh and squeezing it. The action made you gasp against his mouth, allowing for him to enter his own tongue and taste you.
He could taste the takoyaki you ate but also the sweet sugar candy from the multiple stalls in the streets.
His grip tightened as he pushed you harder against his chest. He could feel your hard n*pples through his thin shirt, poking against his skin and begging for attention.
Your hips began to grind against his growing erection, dampening the cloth of his jeans with your liquids of arousal.
The tent in his pants was pushing against your cl*t, which sent sparks running up your abdomen. You couldn't help the breathy moans from escaping your lips.
Everything felt extra sensitive; the littlest of movement sent jolts of pleasure through your veins. You dragged your nails down his chest, pressing into his flesh through the shirt and shuddering against him.
Killer removed his arms from your body and back slightly so he could remove the purple top from his torso.
Immediately your hands found their way to his muscular chest again, trailing against his visible muscles and a few prominent veins.
The blond pirate always had such a beautiful physique, and even the long scar across his left arm and shoulder was attractive.
His hands found their way to your breast, grasping them in his large hands and squeezing.
"Hng~!"
You covered your mouth with the back of your hand while your spine arched slightly. The hardened buds were pressing against his warm palms, hardening your n*pples even more.
Slowly he dropped his hands to your hips and helped you grind against his erection. You closed your eyes, panting as he rolled you harder against him.
One of his hands found its way to the side of your neck, almost in the back, and pressed down. You groaned from the pain and dug your nails into his bare shoulders.
"This is from one of those guys?" He asked knowingly.
You nodded your head slackly. "Yeah."
He pursed his lips before returning his hand to your hip. "I don't like seeing it."
You grinned and rolled your hips against his crotch. "Then do something about it~."
Killer did not have to be told twice as he placed his face in the crook of your neck and licked your soft clean surface.
His lips kissed your skin tenderly, his thumbs caressing your sides as he pressed his hips upwards against your c*nt.
Soft mewls escaped your mouth while you closed your eyes and ran a hand through his soft long blond hair.
The sensation of him sucking felt like a tingling pressure that stung so much it felt good. He covered your throat and shoulders in dark love bites, ranging from pinks to reds, and to purples.
The stinging pain hurt just as much as it felt immeasurable. His name left your lips breathlessly again, seeming as fuel to the male.
That mark left by the boy from the festival was quickly covered by the ones of Killer's. But he wasn't done there; his tender, intimate sucking and kissing steadily shifted to the valley of your breast.
Those large hands of his left your hips only to grasp your breast once again. He gripped them firmly, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh.
These were the breast that pushed up against your shirt and stretched from each fluid movement and strike you made against him when you fought.
For years he had never seen your body in such an exposed and intimate manner. He hated this, but he loved it.
He hated you but damn, was he always attracted to you. From your fighting ability to your unwavering resolve and strong willpower.
You were just his type, but unfortunately, you were a marine, a high-ranking marine known as the Pirate Killer.
The same could be said about you. The attraction was always there, finding his loyalty to his captain endearing and his level-headedness charming.
His deep heavy voice was appealing, and not to mention his physique was arousing. You were an adult, and you couldn't help if you were attracted to someone, but that someone, unfortunately, had to be the man you also hated.
The man you always fought head to head, but no one was ever the winner between the two of you. No matter how many times, neither one of you had come out the victor.
It was such a fate the position you two were in. A Marine Officer and a Worst Generation Pirate who despised each other but also couldn't help but be alluded to one another.
Killer brought his face to your left breast, breathing his hot breath on your areola before taking it in his mouth.
You inhaled deeply, clenching your legs against Killer's thighs as his warm mouth entrapped your sensitive area.
"Oh my~. Don't stop." You hummed airily.
The blond swallowed the saliva in his mouth and sucked on it harshly. His teeth pressed into the buds gingerly as if testing your reaction.
Your hips bucked against him, your fingers grasping strands of his long locks and tugging on them.
His lascivious gaze flickered to meet yours, watching as you observed the way his mouth took in your n*pple and teased it fondly.
"Your breast is sensitive." He stated, his voice coarse and low. "Do you like it when I bite them too?"
You pouted slightly and refused to answer. His question felt like he was teasing, almost mocking you. You weren't normally this sensitive, but the drug was doing something to your body.
The pirate's teeth graze your n*pple again as he began to massage and mold your right breast in his hand.
Subconsciously you pressed your chest harder against his face and panted wearily. You could feel the smirk on his lips against your skin, and he tugged harshly on your hair.
"I didn't ask for you to tease me; I asked for you to f*ck me."
"We'll get there." He mussed, his goatee tickling your breast. "Right now, I'm enjoying these."
He bounced your breast in his hands before he squeezed tightly. His lips displayed a devious smirk when he witnessed how you responded to him.
Back arching and thighs quivering. If you were responding to him just like that, he couldn't wait till he was deep inside your body, f*cking the sh*t out of you.
He leaned down, placing his face in between your breast while his hold on your bust grew tighter. He sucked on your body again, bruising the skin as he pressed your mounds against his face.
Your flesh was hot, almost burning against his skin. They were so soft yet firm against his tan cheeks. Your body smelled so good that he never wanted to forget the scent.
The room was beginning to feel humid, and your two bodies were already sweating. It was beginning to smell like s*x already from your wet c*nt and his pre-c*m that soaked through his undergarment and jeans.
The foreplay was great and all, but he felt like it was time to go farther. More importantly, he wanted to taste the juices that were being secreted because of his touch.
One of his hands inched down to your crotch before slithering his fingers between your slits. He could feel the hot, slick liquid and aimlessly ran his fingers along your c*nt before rubbing your little cl*t.
His mouth entrapped your other n*pple, sucking on it intensely and looking up to you through the darkness.
"I'm going to eat you out and have you begging me for more."
You didn't respond. Instead, you grasped his face and brought it back up so you could kiss him. He stood up swiftly and held your legs around his waist.
He carefully maneuvered himself to the bedroom as you sucked on the flesh of his muscular shoulders and throat.
Killer plopped your body down on the mattress, sliding himself down and grasping the back of your knees.
He wasted no time opening your legs to reveal your sopping wet c*nt that was begging for him.
With the little light from the window in the bedroom, he observed how the slick covered your lower lips and even the inner part of your thighs.
"Stop..." You were panting already. "...F*cking staring at it you oaf."
"Why shouldn't I?" He responded back and dropped to his knees in front of the bed, his hot breath fanning your lower region. "I said I was going to eat you out, didn't I?"
A soft whimper left your lips, hoping for more of his touch. But your hopes were pushed away when he let one of your legs go, his fingers teasingly stroked around your c*nt and refusing to touch any of the more sensitive areas but still giving you a taste of what you could be having.
The tips of his calloused fingers just slightly grazed your cl*t before returning back to the skin around your slits.
Again his fingers trailed along the outside of your folds, not close enough to stimulate your cl*t but close enough to tease you with extreme frustration.
And incredibly frustrated is what you became. You had your brows furrowing with displeasure and your eyes glaring in anger. You huffed audibly, taking a deep breath, and releasing it loudly with a bit of attitude.
"It wouldn't do you any good to act like a brat, either."
Before you had a chance to reply, you felt one of his thick fingers finally reach your folds, pressing right into your entrance. It quickly became coated in your liquids of arousal, and your walls clenched around the tips of his extremities.
More liquids started to secrete from the slight bit more stimulation. If possible, Killer's grin grew ear to ear. His wet fingers now circled your folds almost fondly but still teasingly, smearing the sticky liquids across your lower region.
Instead of a whimper or a huff, you cried out loudly. An audible wail escaped your lips and reverberated within your bedroom.
Your breathing started to become labored, chest rose and fell rapidly at an erratic pace. His fingers continued to press against your entrance slightly before pulling back and playing around with your slits.
The frustration you felt only grew as the male continued to tease you, giving you some sort of stimulation but not enough to please you.
"You're pissing me off." You hissed.
His head slowly shook from side to side as he forced himself not to laugh. While being focused on his frame, you suddenly let out a choked gasp when two of his fingers were pushed into your body and pressed upwards against your bladder.
Your eyes widened, your grasp on the bedsheets beneath you tightening as you fought to close your legs unconsciously.
The one leg he was not holding was pressed against his head, while the other was no match for his tight grip on the back of your knee.
His fingers had stayed still for a moment as he observed the beautiful expression of lust and desperation on your face. Swallowing thickly, you tried to wiggle your hips in an attempt to get more stimulation.
Your action caused Killer to shake his head in a disapproving manner. He clicked his tongue and suddenly pressed his thumb right up against your cl*t.
This drew a shaky breath from your chest as you squirmed with aggravation. His finger pressing against those bundles of nerves was sending little jolts all up to your body and especially through the muscles of your abdomen.
Sweat began to drip off the back of your neck, dampening your hair and slicking your skin. You wanted to almost beg and plead for him to stop this blasphemous teasing and just give you what you want.
But both of you were too stubborn. You didn't like to admit defeat, especially against him, and tell him that you so desperately needed more of him.
The pirate already loved to ridicule and tantalize you more than anything else. Your fights were both physical and verbal. Sometimes he hit the mark on certain things and could have your cold front collapse in front of him.
Killer gradually leaned forward, his mouth entrapping your cl*t as two of his fingers went back to probing your entrance.
"A-Ah~." You hummed, your walls clenching down on emptiness. Your hands flew to his hair, entangling within his long blond locks and snarling it.
He let the flat pad of his tongue lick at your throbbing cl*t; his fingers felt more of your natural lubrication seeping out of your entrance.
You couldn't help but suck in your abdomen and tug harshly on his hair. "S-Sh*t." The word came out breathlessly.
The pirate entrapped your cl*t with his mouth and began to suck harshly. He hollowed his cheeks while swirling his tongue around your sensitive area.
The pressure on those bundles of nerves had mewls leaving your lips and echoing all over the hotel bedroom.
Killer observed your ecstasy-filled expression, watching with extreme interest as your cheeks flared with color and your eyes became glazed.
He could see your stomach rising and falling with every quick sharp breath you made. Suddenly he hummed, letting the vibrations stimulate the sensorial nerves.
It felt like a tingling sensation that was becoming almost too overwhelming. You tugged on his hair and swallowed whatever saliva was in your mouth strenuously.
You were becoming lost in his sweet touch, your mind simply only focusing on his tongue. It was your body moving on its own, grinding harder against his mouth for more, that caught Killer's attention.
He gave your little cl*t a single last lick before his tongue dragged downwards across the rest of your c*nt. The action caused you to shudder and contract your stomach.
His warm tongue maneuvering around his fingers made you flinch from the sensitive sensation. While you were distracted from your tongue, those two fingers that were at your entrance finally pushed in again.
A choked gasp echoed in the room as you squeezed your thigh against his head. His fingers maintained their still position inside you, but that didn't stop your body from clenching down on his extremities.
His lips formed into a coy smile, and you could feel it against your throbbing c*nt. To have the great Pirate Killer writhing beneath him because his actions almost him feel boastful.
Every once in a while, his nose would brush up against your cl*t, causing you to jolt in your spot. Your juices were all over your thighs and dripped down your bottom.
The mess couldn't have been any hotter for the pirate. He pulled his tongue out only for a moment so he could kiss the slick, swallowing it with throaty gulps before returning back to your cl*t.
His plump lips left longing smooches that applied pressure and had your back arching.
Killer had you a f*cking mess. Sweaty, your skin coated in the salty liquid. Aroused, your p*ssy wetter than ever. Desperate, your nails digging into his muscular shoulders and threatening to break the skin.
Once again, his mouth was entrapping your bundle of nerves, howling his cheeks as he sucked again. The pressure had your lower body clench and your hips buck against his face.
Killer's long nimble fingers began to move, pulling out and causing you to clench down even more on his extremities. You didn't want to permit any of him to go at all, even if it was just his fingers.
And because of this, you were extra sensitive to whatever he was doing. Even if it was just him pushing the two digits back inside of you.
A shaky breathless moan left your lips that was soon followed by his name. You were the one extra sensitive and aroused because of the drug, but it was as if it was affecting the blond in some way as well.
He was feeling almost affected, extra excited, and more animated than ever. Blood was rushing all throughout his body, and he almost felt like he was swelling.
His own felt light, and his mind was so hazy. Never before had he ever been so in love with such a sight. It made his heartbeat quicken and warmth surge through his chest.
Killer's fingers gradually worked to thrust at a consistent pace. It was slow at first, allowing for him to feel your clenching velvety walls and witness the way you ground your hips for more stimulation.
He pulled back to swallow the slick that accumulated in his mouth before hollowing his cheeks again and swirling his tongue around your sensitive area. The pressure on those bundles of nerves had mewls leaving your lips and echoing all within the hotel room.
The pirate's misty blue orbs flickered up to look at your face as he moved his free hand to rub soothing circles on your hips.
His touch on your skin was just as desirable as his touch on lower regions. You wanted everything from him. It felt like you were a little spoiled girl who could never have enough.
You wanted it all. You wanted all of him.
The male observed your concupiscence-filled expression, watching with extreme interest as your cheeks flared with color and your eyes became glossy.
"You look so beautiful like that."
Grinding your hips against his face, you shuddered from his words and gazed down at the beautiful male who was relinquishing his thirst with your juices.
His piercing optics was looking at you too, meeting your gaze and locking it. He also wanted you to watch the dirty, sensual action that he was performing on your body.
A little while later, his plump lips pressed against it once again before he turned his head to the side and began to litter your right thigh with kisses as well.
Killer began to suck on your soft supple skin, leaving behind red/purple bruises that stung with pain but tingled with pleasure.
All while, at the same time, he let the pace of his fingers increase and pressed harder against your sensitive areas.
There was this feeling in your lower abdomen; it was pulsating and slowly started to grow stronger, alerting you of your nearing climax. A beautiful release that would fill you with ecstasy and satisfy the burning desire that was ignited beneath your fingertips.
The blond could tell as well by the way you bucked your hips and moaned his name. You were squeezing so tight around his fingers he knew that your aroused body was approaching an org*sm.
One of your hands that were digging its nails into his muscular shoulder trailed down his just as muscular biceps and squeezed.
His hand that had been holding your hips moved your right thigh where he was littering them with love bites, began to intimately trail the tips of his fingers against your sensitive skin.
Your thighs clamped tighter against his head as you squeezed your lower body around him. It was too overwhelming how good Killer was doing.
There was an itch in your throat from the dryness of having constant moans leaving your lips. You were feeling exhausted and drained already, but your body still burned with desire.
Your spine had a small divet in it, slightly arched and off the slab table. Killer breathed a deep breath to inhale the scent of your arousal and lowered himself back on your sensitive nerves.
He hummed, grazing your cl*t slightly with his teeth before resuming to sucking it. He knew you were close, so close.
You were trembling and grinding hard against his face. Your grip was tight on his shoulders, and you were desperately begging for more.
"You taste so f*cking good."
Your hips bucked against his face, your nails breaking past the skin and drawing blood. Killer couldn't help but grin at your reaction.
Such a beautiful woman you were, a complete mess and covered in sweat. Your body was hot, tight around him and the sound of that desperate voice of yours calling his name made him almost lose it.
The feelings you were experiencing were indescribable. All you knew was that everything just felt so good but so overstimulated. You knew you were getting to the end, right at the edge of the cliff, where you'd fall into a pool of blinding pleasure.
And before you knew it, your org*sm hit and flushed all through your body. Surging through your bloodstream and pounding your head with bliss.
"Ah, K-Killer~!" His name spewed out of your mouth melodically, reverberating against your chest and the room.
Your stomach contracted, and the abdominal muscles were tight from how much you sucked in your gut. You clenched as tightly as you could, squeezing his fingers so tightly you thought you might break them.
The hand that was holding his shoulder dropped to his abbs, where you dug your nails into the firm muscles.
Harshly your thighs clasped even more firmly against his head, and you squeezed almost as if you wanted to break his head off.
With your spine arching from your climax, you lay your head back against the bed with your swollen lips parted. The sight itself was astounding for the pirate.
Pure pleasure displayed on your face with your body trembling against him was an image he wished to forever capture in his head.
The pure ecstasy that displayed on your face was something the male just wished he could eat up. He has made you tremble in pain before but to have you quivering, completely vulnerable because of him in a much more intimate manner made his heart skip a beat.
Killer used his thumbs to spread open your slits so he could easily lap up the liquids of your climax. He savored the sweet taste and sticky texture against his tongue.
You were shaking against him, twitching from your oversensitivity. Your eyes felt so heavy, and your body was already exhausted, but you knew this wasn't over.
Not only was the drug still prominent in your system, but you knew this wouldn't be over with just you having an org*sm.
Killer still had to get his d*ck wet and plunge himself inside you. What man could resist the opportunity to do such a thing, especially when it was the woman he was incredibly attracted to?
Steadily the pirate pulled away from your thighs and stood to his full 6'5 (195 cm) height. His large hands unbuttoned his jeans.
He pulled them down along with his undergarment, which freed his member. It sprung up youthfully and tapped against his naval lightly.
Your mouth parted at the sight, and you have to say you were a bit surprised. The energy Killer gave off was arrogance, but his ego was never easily attacked.
He didn't react harshly against insults and rather 'laughed' them off. You always found it a bit strange, but now you know the reason.
Underneath the protection of clothes, he hid something that had your jaw dropped. Killer always had that big d*ck energy for the right reason.
"That look in your eyes." He mused and hummed gutturally. "Can't say that I hate it."
"Shut up, oaf" You hissed.
Instead of reacting to your words, the male suddenly gripped your hips and dragged you closer to the edge of the bed.
His grip rose to your ankles, where he swiftly parted your legs again. His action made you swallow thickly and look up at it his face.
Again, it was incredibly dark, with very little light sweeping in from the window. You could see the lines of his sharp jaw and the smirk on those plump lips of his.
"And you were the one begging me to f*ck you."
You turned your head away In embarrassment and crossed your arms under your chest, your lips forming into a pout.
"Don't say it like that." You whined.
"Why? Because it makes you seem weak?" He teased.
Before you had a chance to reply, one of his hands left your ankles to grasp his c*ck and place it at your entrance.
You could feel the hard tip prodding your hole, and swallowed the saliva that was in your mouth. He rubbed it up and down on your cl*t, smearing your slick along your c*nt.
He continued to do this and refused to enter fully. His action was causing you to tremble and suck in heavy breaths.
"Y-You can't keep doing that..." You stuttered quietly, but the male still heard.
Killer pressed the tip against your entrance, pushing in and allowing for the thick head to enter. However, just as quickly as he was inside, he pulled out and smacked the tip against your cl*t.
Your hips bucked forward, and you whimpered aloud. What a b*stard he was, teasing you when you already had enough trouble as it was controlling your body.
"Stop!"
"I will when you admit you need me again."
Your brows furrowed as you bared your teeth at him. Even if he was helping you with your situation, that didn't mean the rivalry between the two of you suddenly stopped.
He still resented you, and you still despised him.
"I should f*cking kill you now!" You attempted to make your words appear threatening, but they were more breathless than anything.
This caused Killer to smirk and slowly enter the tip in but stop once the head was immersed.
"I'd like to see you try."
You weren't able to reply, only clenching your teeth and feeling as just the tip was stretching your walls.
"Just say it again. One more time, one last time."
Quite pants left your lips as you attempted to wiggle your hips and enter more of himself in you but he grasped the top of your thighs and halted you from any further movement.
You were stuck in a stand hold, and the only way to get out was to do as he said. You had to beg.
"I need you, please."
"Again."
You took a deep breath and grabbed one of his hands to bring it to your mouth. Your lips lightly traced against his calloused fingers before sucking on his index.
And to his surprise, you pulled back only to press his index and ring finger into your mouth. You shoved it back until he reached your throat, where you gagged.
Pulling it back, you both looked at his saliva-colored fingers before making eye contact.
"I need you so bad, Killer."
The pirate swiftly gripped the back of your knees and pressed them into the mattress. Slowly he entered more of himself, pushing inside of your body and becoming swallowed by your tight wet walls.
Your back arched as a loud quivering moan left your lips. His girth was wide, stretching your walls more than they ever had.
Not to mention his length could reach farther than anybody ever had. He wasn't even fully in, but he was already so deep.
Drool dribbled down the corner of your lips as your mind became blank. Immediately you had succumbed to his c*ck.
A dumb lustful expression covered your face, and the male could see the absolutely lewd gaze in your smokey eyes.
His c*ck couldn't help but twitch at the sight. Such a beautiful, strong woman you were, now limp on his d*ck.
A blessing and a curse.
He let your body adjust after a moment so he could relish in the feeling of your warm, velvety walls forming to fit his member.
His fingers dug into your warm flesh and pressed you harder into the mattress. You could feel the strain in your pelvis, but you were in no way going to stop.
After a moment, he rolled his hips outwards before rocking it forward. He plunged himself back in and reached deep into your body.
"N-Ngh~!"
Your head was thrown back as you jolted in your spot. Your hips bucked upwards as you flung your nails to press into his muscular shoulders.
His hips jerked as he quickly gained momentum and rolled his hips continuously. Killer's strength was far beyond human, the both of you knew that.
So when he began his movements of thrusting into you, he was using every muscle of his body to penetrate you deeply and ripple pleasure through your veins.
"Killer~."
His name was moaned breathlessly in such a needy, desperate manner that he had to swallow the saliva in his mouth to control himself.
He had to be careful; he knew you were strong, but you were extremely powerless against him at the moment.
Killer had all the control, he was the one leading the motion, and you could only take it all in.
The male was being clenched down by your inner walls, sucking him in even deeper. The head of his c*ck is just briefly brushing against your cervix.
Your walls that were clenching down on his member fitted tighter around him, allowing you to feel every thick vein that protruded against the skin of his c*ck.
You molded so tightly around him as if your body was trying to keep him inside as much as possible. As if you never wanted to let him go and keep him all to yourself.
The pace of his gloriously rocking hips grew. Every time he rocked his hips forward, he pressed the head of his c*ck against the entrance to your womb.
Killer found that every time he did that, you writhed and cried out loudly. Clawing at his shoulders and telling - no - begging for him not to stop.
The force he used to rock his hips made your body bounce on the mattress; it didn't help that his feet were planted firmly on the ground, which allowed him more stability.
One of his hands had let go of your legs to trail down your stomach. He could see through the dim light of the multiple marks and scars on your skin.
All over, they ranged from shallow to deep, from jagged to clean. He knew a few of them came from him, the perfectly clean sliced ones.
But he had never seen the others before, and there were so many that there was barely any skin that had yet to be marked.
Gingerly he trailed his fingers across the scars, wondering how you came about to have these. What had you done to get to where you are now?
Who did you have to kill to be covered like this? And was it worth it? He didn't know, and although he was curious, his attention had turned back to the throbbing bundle of nerves in your lower region.
His calloused fingertips tenderly brushed against your little cl*t, ensuring an immediate reaction from your body.
"A-Ah~!"
Your hips bucked as you dug your nails into the wounds you had created before. He bled once again; small strings trailed down and smeared against his skin from your palms.
The male had no negative reaction to the wounds; instead, his lips curved upwards into a smug grin, his fingers stroking your sensitive cl*t as he thrust his c*ck within your walls.
He made sure to align his pace with his fingers; every time he had pulled out, he flicked your sensitive bud with his fingers, and every time he was in you, he stroked it accordingly.
This brought about waves of pleasure that caused your already trembling form to be quivering like a startled animal.
That memorable sensation in your lower abdomen returned. A tight pulsating feeling that could only mean one thing.
Your org*sm was arising, your abdomen clenching while you sucked in your stomach. The male could feel the heat wafting off from your body, his grip becoming slightly loose for a second before he fixed it and tightened his hold.
Killer grunted and increased the speed of his thrust. His crotch hit your own as his c*ck began to pound at the entrance to your womb.
Your whole body was trembling as your climax grew closer and closer. Your climax was there at the edge. You could feel it once again, waiting to be released.
And you could tell Killer was close as well, holding off until you had reached your peak first.
His rolling hips increased, slightly sloppy, as he focused more on reaching deep and hitting your sensitive areas.
Suddenly the blond's hand that was holding down one of your legs flew over to your throat, where he was quick to grasp it in his hold.
His palm pressed against your larynx and applied pressure that had wheezes leaving your lips. The low amount of oxygen that made its way to your brain had your mind hazy.
Killer felt an immediate reaction from your lower region. Your body that was already as tight as can be held even tighter onto him than before, causing another low grunt to leave his lips.
He squeezed his hand around your throat, forcing your chin up to the ceiling as he continued his thrust along with his fingers on your cl*t.
The asphyxiation seemed to be exactly what you needed to reach or org*sm. With the overwhelming amount of stimulation flooding through your body, the tight, tingling sensation in your lower abdomen basically released.
"F*ck~." You cursed under your breath, your words slurred and barely audible from his choking.
Your (e/c) eyes rolled slightly in the back of your head as you clamped your thighs tightly around Killer's muscular hips.
You removed your nails from his bloody shoulders to wrap around his neck and pull him down closer to your frame.
You had forced your hips slightly upwards while you sucked in your stomach. Every muscle in your body contracted with your body tensing up.
Your back arched upwards, the divet in your spine fairly visible. Thanks to the blond pirate, you had climaxed a second time, your walls unbearably tight and warm as you came.
The liquids of your org*sm milked his c*ck, the presence of it being seen on his member every time he had pulled out.
You reached the very peak of your ecstasy as it burst and spread all throughout your body. Pleasure rushed throughout your veins as adrenaline would. With eyes rolling back in your head, drool dribbled down the corner of your lips.
You saw white with your hearing suddenly zoning in and out; the only thing you could hear was the man's muffled grunts and groans in your ears.
He was hitting the deepest areas of your body while the heat of his skin wafted off onto yours. His large hands held you so close and tight against his.
The creamy white liquid of your org*sm pooled around the base of his c*ck and spread across your folds that were already sopping wet.
Even though you had reached your limit, Killer had yet, but he was so close. He wanted you to c*m first so he could see you so weak and lewd beneath him.
As the pirate continued to thrust sloppily, the liquids of your arousal and climax smeared all over his crotch and dripped down your cheeks.
Because you just had your climax not even a moment later, everything was extra sensitive. You quivered underneath, unable to hold back the deafening cries of pleasure.
Killer could feel you trembling underneath him and knew that it was the perfect time to let himself go.
And not even a moment later did the male suddenly feel that unbearably tight tingling sensation in his abdomen, signifying he had reached the peak of his org*sm.
Ecstacy flowed through his veins as his member twitched within your walls. His pace slowed as he came, his c*ck spurting out thick hot jets of c*m that pooled within your womb.
He painted your insides white as his hands flew to wrap around your body and hold you close to him.
The sensation of his release spilling to you felt ever so warm, like a heating pad atop your abdomen where your womb was.
Killer stayed still for a moment, catching his breath and allowing for himself to relax. His hands slowly released your body, and he swiftly pulled you into his arms.
"What are you-"
"I'm sure you would like a shower." He mumbled and made his way to the bathroom in the darkness. He set you down gently on the seat in the glass shower and turned to leave, but you grabbed his wrist.
"Wait."
You swallowed the saliva in your mouth and turned your head away. "Won't you join me? I mean, you're sweaty too."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
After everything that had taken place earlier, the two of you retired to the bed, where you all lay under the blanket.
Your back was facing the male as you attempted to sleep, but his fingers that were trailing against the scars on your back were distracting.
"Can you not do that!?" You snapped.
"I'm just curious." He replied but didn't stop. "I never knew about these. I didn't think you'd have so many from your battles."
You were silent for a moment before shaking your head. "Battles they are from not. It was much more humiliating, all starting from when I was young. If I never would have found my weapons, I would have never been in this position."
The blond hummed and removed his fingers from your scarred flesh. He leaned on his left elbow and supported his head as he looked at you.
"Well, do tell. We have all night, after all. How did it all happen? How did you get to the position you are in now?"
Your arms slithered under the pillow and gripped it close to your face. You felt so tired and sluggish, but you couldn't fall asleep yet.
Closing your (e/c) orbs slowly, you breathed in deeply before responding to his question.
"When I was a child, maybe around six, my mom was mad at me, so she locked me out of the house that night. She usually did that when my father would make her mad, considering she blamed me for their unhappy marriage. I decided to just take a walk and come back later when she had cooled down."
Your legs pulled upwards to your stomach as if you were trying to curl into a ball.
"I was walking along the shore when the current swept me in. I thought I was going to drown, especially when I hit my head against the inside of a cavern. But I floated upwards and crawled my way out to find myself in a crystal-covered cave. Everything was covered in diamonds, opals, and emeralds."
"Sounds like your kind of place." Killer mused and scratched his blond goatee.
You hummed in reply while nodding your head nonchalantly.
"I remember looking around, amazed by everything, before I felt as if something was pulling me. I looked all around and found these two black cylinders sticking out of a giant crystal. I don't know what it was, but it felt as if it were telling me to grab them, and as a child, I just did whatever. I pulled them out and felt this pounding headache forming. It hurt so much that I dropped the crystals, and they flared open like a fan. A heavy raspy voice whispered its name in my head. Saisei Kurisutarufan, the regenerative crystal fans."
Killer could hear a soft hum and saw a soft glow from your black jacket. The fans must have reacted to hearing their name.
"I had lost consciousness after that, and when I woke up, I was home in my room. My mother came in soon after and yelled at me. A fisherman had found me asleep on the shore and recognized me as their daughter. She was embarrassed because it made her look like a bad parent. And then everything went downhill from there. I cried, my eyes burning with tears, and when they fell from my eyes, they turned into tear-shaped blue diamonds."
Your grip tightened on the pillow.
"My mother couldn't believe it, and she called my father in. They wanted to know how this happened so I told them everything about the cave and the fans. The two tried to look for the cave but it was as if it had completely disappeared. My father tried to grab my fans and sell them but when he touched them, the fingers on his left hand turned to stone. I was the only one able to touch them because they had chosen me...I really wish they didn't."
You blew air out of your nose and rubbed your eyes tiredly.
"Because they couldn't find the cave of jewels or sell my fans, they used what they had, my tears. I remember constantly, day after day my parents would do anything they could to make me weep. Berate me, scold me, hit me. Whatever could make me cry they did it. Eventually, a few years later I wasn't able to cry anymore. Their words had no effect on me anymore since I couldn't feel anything anymore. Suddenly one day...I met someone."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
Your stomach ached, churning with hunger. It had been a few days since you had been fed as punishment for not crying.
Sluggishly you laid your head against the flat pillow and pulled the thin blanket over your frame. Since you couldn't eat, the only thing you could do was sleep and wait for one of your parents to arrive.
However, it didn't seem like you needed to wait any longer. The front door to the lighthouse was blown apart with a loud bang.
You covered your face as debris flew everywhere and knocked up dust everywhere.
"Is there where you felt it?"
The voice was of someone you didn't recognize. It was a deep voice that had to have belonged to a man.
"Yes, Captain Rin." Someone replied.
When the debris cleared out, footsteps were heard, and you watched a singular man in sailor-ish clothing entering your imprisonment.
A man so very tall stepped forward and kneeled in front of the bars that kept you enclosed. He was tan, his body large and muscular, with multiple scars on his visible skin.
His black hair was slicked back and reached the base of his neck; a few loose strands framed his face.
He wore a black coat over his shoulders, and a blue button-up covered his torso. His legs were covered in black pants, and shiny black boots protected his feet.
Golden guns were strapped to his waist and glinted in the little light there was. The captain looked at you through his piercing black orbs and tilted his head slightly.
"You're such a young child, all locked in a small place like this." He stated while observing your frame.
You didn't say anything, staring at him with a blank expression. It felt difficult to feel much emotion after what your parents had been doing since a young age.
"Doesn't it get lonely all by yourself?" He asked, but you didn't respond to him. You just continued to stare at him as if he were the most uninteresting thing you could have observed.
The captain opened his mouth, ready to speak again, but the loud rumbling of your stomach had gotten his attention.
"Hungry, aren't ya, kiddo?"
Your bottom lip quivered, and he saw that.
The man opened the satchel around his right thigh and pulled out a healthy-looking fruit. "Here." He called out and threw it through the space in between the cell bars.
Quickly you caught it, and you felt your mouth salivating at the smell of the fruit. You didn't want to accept something from a stranger however, you were so hungry.
Without wasting a moment, you devoured the seedless fruit leaving nothing remaining. It barely did anything to satisfy the great hunger that festered within your stomach.
It seemed as though the pirate could tell as well because he grinned and threw you another. You devoured the second one even faster and clutched your stomach tightly.
"I'm...I'm so hungry."
Rin nodded his head. "I bet you are. It doesn't look like anybody takes care of you here."
You licked your lips to savor the sweet taste. "My parents sometimes do." You asserted.
"Ah." He hummed. "A parent shouldn't only 'sometimes' take care of a child. Very irresponsible of them since they leave a starving abandoned child all to herself."
A grin formed on the captain's lips as he slowly stuck his hand through the bars.
"But I can take care of you. You can eat however much you want whenever you want. I can take you away from here, away from this island. Would you like to travel across the sea and visit other countries?"
His offer was tempting, a potential chance of salvation from this abuse. But would Rin be the better choice? You didn't know.
"You'll probably just lock me up too..."
The captain shook his head and waved his hand slightly. "I have a little power that lets me make unbreakable promises. And if that's what you don't want, then I can make sure that it never happens."
Your brows furrowed as you crossed your arms. "How do I know you're telling the truth."
The black-haired male shrugged his shoulders and grinned. "You won't know until you make one with me. All you have to do is say please and ask for help. You can even add in your little conditions too."
"That's it?"
"Of, course."
Slowly you crept forward and kneeled in front of the older man. You swallowed hard and grasped his large hand with two of yours.
"Please help me. I need your help to get out of here to actually live. I don't want to be locked up all the time anymore. I don't want to starve anymore. I don't want to die...I just want to live."
When you finished, the back of your hands began to glow a deep blue hue before disappearing and leaving behind a blue-tinted complex marking.
Swirls and coils covered the skin of your hands up to your wrist. They glowed as if alive and even hummed quietly.
"See, now we're under an oath." He stated before standing up to his feet. Without warning, he gripped the bars and bent them open as if they were taffy.
Rin stood tall and proud, grinning down at your smaller frame while sticking out his hand again. "Now you're free, so won't you join me?"
You didn't even hesitate as you grabbed his hand and he heaved you into his arms, holding you against his broad chest.
He brought you down to the sea and boarded his large extravagant ship on the ocean. There were tons of people all around, curious of who the young girl was that the captain had brought along.
You hid behind his long legs and peeked out curiously.
"Everyone, this is (Y/n), and she is our new crewmate. I hope you treat her like a jewel and take care of her."
Rin looked down at you and grinned brightly.
"This will be your new home and your new family." He turned his head back to face the other pirates. "(Y/n) is fairly hungry, so why don't we prepare a feast for our new member!"
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
"Pirates saved you, but you hunt and kill them now?" The blonde asked.
You slapped a pillow across his face before laying on your back, staring at the ceiling. "I wish he never did."
"Why?"
You turned slightly to face him, and even though you couldn't see his facial features, you could still see those misty blue orbs of his.
"Because he was worse than my parents. He was the devil himself."
A pitiful laugh left your lips as you slowly turned to face the ceiling.
"He gave my parents gems and jewelry so he could have me, and my parents agreed. They didn't want something that was broken and couldn't provide for them anymore. At first, I felt like I was in heaven. The crew was nice to me, telling me stories of their adventures and playing with me. I was fed until I could burst and sleept on a bed as soft as fur...And Rin took over the role of a father and mentor."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
"Don't lean so close to the edge, your gonna fall."
Your ten-year-old self peered up from the ocean to find the captain making his way over to you. It had been about two years since you joined the Treasure Pirates, and you'd gotten used to things around the ship.
Although you were in a better environment, it was difficult to change your personality. You were still very pessimistic, cold, and aloof.
Everyone tried to make you happy to the best of their ability, and you couldn't say you were ungrateful. The ship was your home, and you lived it to the fullest.
"I can swim if I fall. Can you?"
You asked coolly, causing the older man to flinch. As you stayed on the ship, you found out about something called the devil fruit.
It gave him the power to make unbreakable promises and deals in exchange for his ability to swim.
Rin scratched at the back of his head and laughed awkwardly. "I will throw you overboard by your ankles, miss." He retorted and stopped once he reached your frame.
You pouted slightly before turning your gaze back to the ocean. It was fairly dark out, the moon high in the sky with thousands of twinkling stars accommodating it.
"I didn't think you would be up with how much you drank, old man. You were already passed out a couple of hours after dinner."
The captain placed his large hand on your head and rustled your hair.
"I didn't sense your presence in your room, so I came out looking for you." He declared.
His words made you turn your head away and rest your arms over the railing. You were still somewhat uncomfortable with affection; you still felt like you didn't deserve it.
"Don't worry about me, old man. Your lovers will be upset if they wake up and do not find you by them."
"Hey." The man called out and poked your forehead. "When you grow up, you'll find that having people by your side like that is very beneficial."
"I don't want to be a wh*re like you."
Rin gripped your ankles and held you upside on board. "Don't call me out like that, miss. And I am not a wh*re; I am a professional lover."
You gave the man a deadpan expression.
"That's a wh*re."
The man shook your body up and down, causing you to cover your mouth to hold in your dinner. "I'm gonna puke."
"Hmph." The man flipped you over in mid-air and placed you atop of his broad shoulders. The two of you didn't say anything, just enjoying the sight of the ocean and the sound of roaring waves.
You leaned over and rested your arms upon his head. The man held your calves securely so you didn't fall over into the water.
"Do you like it here with us, (Y/n)?"
"I'd rather die."
Rin grinned.
"You love it~." He teased and reached up to pinch your nose.
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
"I thought he was my salvation, but you never truly know someone. I would say he changed, but he never really did. All he did was drop the act."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
"You called for me, Captain?"
Rin looked up from the documents on his desk and placed them down gently. "You're about to be eleven. It's been three years since we took you in and made you part of this crew."
You nodded your head in understanding. "Yes, Captain."
Slowly the very tall male stood up from his seat and reached around to the front of his desk. He leaned back and sat casually across the surface.
"Come here."
You did as told and stepped closer until you were right in front of him.
"Now that you're getting older, you're going to have to start helping out and providing for this crew. We will start training so you can be proficient in your weapons."
"Understood, Captain."
The black-haired man nodded his head before slowly standing to his feet. It was as if he was faster than light in his next movement.
He appeared right in front of you, and a gasp immediately left your lips. You didn't feel anything at first but slowly the pain started to course through your veins.
Looking down with jerking movements, you saw the dagger that you made for his birthday, now embedded deep within your abdomen.
"H-Huh..."
Swiftly he pulled out the weapon and took a step back. Your body staggered, almost falling, but you caught yourself after a moment.
Your hands flew to the wound as it began to bleed. As soon as the crimson liquid left the wound, it turned into blood-red jewels.
Red diamonds, rubies, alexandrites, and red beryls fell to the floor and pooled around your frame. You sucked in a weak breath and fell to one knee.
"R-Rin?"
The man bent down to be squatting in front of your bleeding frame. "I didn't bring you onto this ship just to save you. Word was going around that there was a girl who cried diamonds. I needed you. With your ability, our wealth will increase, and your gems will be used as bargaining chips with the marines."
He placed his hand against your cheek and tightened his grip to bring your face close to his.
"I brought you here to use you. Your only reason for being alive, the only reason we keep you alive, is to be a money bag."
A grin formed on his lips, and it looked just like the ones he usually gave you however, now that you knew the truth, it was more sinister than anything.
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
Killer was silent for a moment, his mouth parted as if he was going to speak, but he was unable to get the words out. It was tragic your history, and he understood you a lot more than he ever had.
"So...how did you get to where you are now? With the Marines, I mean."
You used a hand to cover your eyes to hold back the tears that wanted to fall.
"After that day, Rin began to instruct me how to fight. Physical strength, agility, proficiency, and weapons training. Everything I know now is because of him. And after that first wound healed, I was called back into his office, only for him to cut into me again. He always did that, waiting until I healed and a scar was left behind."
You gripped one of his hands and brought them to your shoulder so he could feel one of the jagged scars on your body.
"He would let me bleed till I was almost dry, then he would send in the ship's doctor to take care of my injuries. And the crazy thing was, out of his office, where he cut and hurt me, he would act just like he usually did. Like I was his daughter, and he was my father. He still would come out of the middle of the night knowing I was there and would watch the sea with me. He joked around lightly and brought me gifts from his travels or what he stole from others."
You shifted onto your stomach and pulled the pillow close to your face.
"You wouldn't understand how much that f*cked with me. Especially as a child dealing with all of that, I was developmentally stunted. I thought that love was to hurt another and that it was okay to almost kill them. Because at the end of the day, you're still family, right?"
Your eyes closed as you took a deep breath.
"And it continued on for seven years. I was seventeen years old before he did something to me that I could never forgive."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
"Come here. Closer, (Y/n)."
Wearly you stepped closer to his frame, staring at the clean diamond-encrusted dagger. It was the same one you made him years ago and the same one he continued to hurt you with.
Lazily he lifted your shirt to your naval and revealed your lower abdomen to him. Your brows furrowed as you stared down at him.
He never would cut so low on your abdomen. Yes, he would cut your legs and thighs, but never so low on your gut.
The tip of the dagger touched your skin, and you braced yourself for impact. He pressed in slowly at first before driving it all the way in until the hilt met your skin.
You sucked in a breath and gripped his shoulders, the pain flooding through your system. You were used to the wounds he would inflict, but this felt much worse.
He yanked the dagger out roughly and placed it back against your skin a few inches away. Plunging it just as deep, your hands tightened around his body as you leaned forward.
A cry of pain was stuck in your throat, and the only thing you were able to do was tremble in agony from something that hurt more than usual.
Rin pulled it out unapologetically and let you slump against his body while the jewels trickled down onto the wooden metal floor.
He placed the dagger back in its sheath on his thigh and wrapped his arms around you.
"You're going to be of age soon and no longer a child. You might one day find someone you'll 'love' and want to start a family with."
He spoke those words as if they were poison and held you tighter against him. His head was atop yours while you struggled to breathe upon his chest.
"I don't like the idea of your love going to anybody else but me. I am your father, (Y/n). I am your only family, and it shall stay like that for as long as you live.
The captain kissed your forehead and petted your hair. "So don't be too mad at what I did. You can't blame a father for loving his child so much, right?"
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
"So, what did you do?"
"I killed him, obviously."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
The last body fell on the floor of the ship, crystals and rubies formed around the deep cuts that you had inflicted.
You straightened your form and lowered your arms that were holding Saisei Kurisutarufan. Blood was splattered against your skin and clothes as well as your weapon.
Rin's eyes were wide, his body trembling; however, he could not escape the crystals that were around his frame. It kept him in a place like ice would keep something frozen still.
"(Y/n), think about this. I'm your father, for god's sake!" Rin shouted, but you had no reaction to his words.
Everything he did throughout your life on the ship left you cold and impassive. You felt nothing as you slaughtered every pirate on the ship while leaving the captain for last.
You had spent nine years on this ship, and those nine years you spent with every single one of the crewmates.
They were family but just as guilty for allowing Rin's torture for their own greedy benefits. Stepping closer to his frame to sheathe the fans in their holsters on your thighs and hold onto the sides of the older man's face.
"I know you are my father." You replied coldly and caressed his cheek with your thumb. "Which is why I'm being so merciful."
Rin threw his body against your crystals to get out, but his efforts were futile, and he knew it. Your crystals were unbreakable, and there was nothing he could do against it.
Placing a long kiss on his forehead, you dug your nails into his throat at the same time.
"Ah!" He hissed, his blood breaking past the layer of skin to drip onto your fingers.
"I love you father."
"(Y/n), Wait!"
You placed your hands against the crystals and pushed him over into the water. He screamed, pleading for your help as he quickly submerged in the water.
Even though he was a pirate who sailed across the open seas, he couldn't swim due to losing the ability to after eating his devil fruit.
You weren't able to physically kill him due to the power of your oath, but you were able to use his weakness against him.
He would drown in the ocean, alone, betrayed, and suffocating painfully from the water filling his lungs.
Now that he was dead, the marking disappeared from your hands and officially unbound you from the cage he had put you in.
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
"Shortly after, a Marine ship arrived, and they saw the damage I had done. I told them the names of everyone I had killed, and I assumed they were going to capture me and contain me for the bounty on my head. I had even dropped down to my knees and held my wrist out to be taken away. I didn't have a reason for living; there was nothing I wanted and nobody I needed. But instead of capturing me, Great Staff Officer Tsuru offered me a deal."
You couldn't help but smile at the memory.
"There I was, drenched in the blood of hundreds of pirates and covered in scars, but she was offering to have me work for the Marines. She offered a murderer a place in a powerful organization that was supposed to maintain law and order as well as impose the will and might of the world government."
A trivial laugh echoed from your throat.
"I refused. I'd rather die than be used by authority again. And so Tsuru said she'd kill me then. For the first time in a long time, I remember smiling at her and then doing something I had been unable to do since I was eight years old. I cried, blue and clear diamonds hitting the floor as I bowed my head and exposed my neck for her."
You brought your hands to the back of your neck and rubbed your thumbs over the thin-sliced scar.
"I felt the coolness of a sword against my neck and waited for her to end my life. She dug it in, and I felt the blood seep out of the wound and turn to jewels before they hit the floor. I remember telling her to do it, to get it over with, because I was so tired of being alive in this world. But she pulled the sword out of my neck and threw it to the ground. Instead of killing me, she offered her hand and told me that she would never allow another to use me again so long as she lived."
Killer turned over onto his side to look at you. "And you believed her after being lied to before?"
You shook your head in response.
"No. I told her to go to hell."
Killer cleared his throat and stopped himself from laughing. "Certainly sounds like something you'd say."
You smiled at his words and nodded your head.
"That old woman kicked me over and shook her fist angrily. She yelled at me for wanting to waste my life when there was so much I could do for the greater good. The marines knew of my history, almost everyone did, and Tsuru used that against me. She said I could use the gems I created to finance an organization for children who were like me. Abused, abandoned, and sold into slavery. I could stop others from having to go through what I did. That would be my reason for living."
You didn't say anything for a moment, just breathing deeply from remembering the memories.
"I raised through the ranks quickly, quicker than almost half of the marines. The other soldiers didn't like that and were opposed to my position. People who weren't my subordinates tried in every way to de-rank me or have me fired. But just because I joined the marines didn't mean I wasn't merciless either."
An unapologetic grin formed on your lips.
"I had been a murderer since childhood, and that was never going to stop, and they were lucky I didn't want to lose my position by killing them. But there are other ways of getting even that don't require killing. Not to mention the previous and current Fleet Admiral didn't want to lose me and my work. Monkey D. Garp is seen as 'The Hero of The Marines,' but I was the one who saved countless children from abuse and slavery. My subordinates and I took down pirates after pirates in a very...un-marine-like manner which is why we weren't a favorite to the higher-ups."
You closed your eyes and rested your hands on your stomach.
"And that's where we are today. A Vice Admiral for the Marines, the owner of the world's biggest child salvation program, but still a murderer with blood on her hands."
A yawn left your lips, causing you to turn onto your side and face away from the blond pirate. "I've told you enough, more than I should have, but I don't want your sympathy. In the morning, I wish to see you gone and we'll pretend like this never happened. Deal?"
...
"Deal."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
꧁༒☬𝓑𝓸𝓷𝓾𝓼☬༒꧂
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
"You're pregnant."
...
"I'm sorry, say that again."
Tsuru hit your face with the paper in her gloved hands and shook her head. "Stop being hard of hearing." She muttered while crossing her arms under her chest.
"You are carrying a child in that womb of yours."
Immediately you fell back on your bed and stared up a the crystal-covered roof of your canopy bed. "No f*cking way."
"You gave me the paper and told me to read it because you wouldn't believe it if you saw it yourself."
Your bottom lip quivered as everything set in. You were going to be a mother to the tiny human that was growing inside of your body.
And the only person, the father, could be the last person you slept with a couple of months ago.
The Massacre Soldier, Killer.
"Oh my god. My baby's father is a pirate."
The papers fell from the old woman's grasp. She stared at the wall, shocked, before flinging her gaze to your face. "What!?" She asked in disbelief.
"I-I-I-" You couldn't get the words out, feeling dread and shame filling your entire body. You felt like a disgrace to the Veteran Marine who stared down at you.
Your eyes watered, and as soon as the liquid escaped your bottom lids, they turned into teardrop-shaped diamonds. "It's not what you think." You whispered, but it only seemed to enrage the grey-haired woman even more.
"W-Were you r*ped!? Taken advantaged of!?" Her hands flung to your shoulders, where she held them in a tight grip. "(Y/n), you can tell me the truth."
You hung your head in shame and covered your face with your hands. The diamond droplets pooled within the palms of your hands, causing you to abruptly stand up and face the wall of windows.
"No! No...It's none of that..." Your words were coming out like a whisper, but the veteran still heard you.
"Then what, (Y/n)?"
You bit into your bottom lip with your teeth and hugged your arms tightly against your chest.
"During my infiltration on Delta Island, I ate some spiked food, and it affected me. I initiated the idea so a pirate and I shared one night together to help me, but I didn't think that I..."
You turned your head slightly to meet the strong gaze of the older woman. "You remember what happened when I was younger. He tore my tubes...and sterilized me..."
Tsuru swallowed thickly before placing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I know, but what's done is done. You are with child, and we're going to have to tell Garp about this." She stated.
"No!" You cried and gripped the woman's hands. "You absolutely cannot."
Monkey D. Garp and Tsuru were your mentors when you first came to the Marines and eventually became your surrogate grandparents.
They helped you accomplish your goals and vouched for you when others complained about your quick promotions.
"(Y/n)." She said your name softly and looked down at you from her 6'8 (204 cm) height.
"You are in no position to be fighting anymore. Since you are pregnant, it means over time, your tubes have healed and mended themselves back together, but that doesn't mean you are safe. Your womb is extremely fragile, and the chance of miscarriage is high."
You released her hand and stepped away. "No." You whispered. "Then let it happen!"
"(Y/n)!" The woman shouted in disbelief.
"I cannot be a mother. I will not be one ever!" You hissed and grabbed the dagger you once gave to Rin from the weapons rack on your wall. "How am I supposed to be a mother when I don't even know what one is!?"
You placed the point against your lower stomach and faced the woman who looked frazzled by the situation.
"I don't even know what love is! How am I supposed to 'love' some creature in my stomach!? I wasn't raised on 'love' properly, and I could never raise this thing correctly! I will only destroy its life as my parents and Rin have done to me!"
Your eyes water which was followed by the blue and clear diamonds that hit the floor. The overwhelming emotions that you were feeling caused your knees to jerk and give out, causing you to fall to the ground.
You didn't remove the sharp dagger from your stomach; in fact, you pressed it harder and pierced your skin, blood being turned into gems that hit the floor with a clink.
The veteran marine swallowed thickly and cautiously kneeled in front of you. "Listen to me, (Y/n)." She said slowly.
You kept your gaze on the ground as you hung your head low from shame. "Why? What can you tell me? Everything I said was right...I'm not fit to be a mother at all. I'd rather kill this thing than bring it into this world just to suffer as I did..."
Tsuru slowly placed her hands around your head and pulled you into her chest. "Think about it, (Y/n). I know you were raised the wrong way and weren't raised like how you should have been, but that doesn't mean you will do the same. You know what's right and wrong; you know what should and shouldn't be done. Garp and I have tried our best to show you what raising a child should have been like."
Her calloused hands raked through your hair softly, careful of your tender head.
"You'll be okay. You can do it. You are not your parents or Rin. You even own and finance a program to help children, so they don't suffer. You find them good homes and also provide funding to the families so they can support the child."
"And remember the most important thing." She tilted your head up to look at her. "You are not alone...I am here for you. Garp and Gion are as well. We'll always be there for you...no matter what, so don't you forget that."
Your grip on the dagger loosened, allowing the woman to grab it from your hold. She threw it on your bed before helping you to your feet.
"Let's go tell the Vice Admiral now. We'll have to figure this situation out and decide the best option for you and your child."
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Kenopsia: Revolve and Return
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Chapter Warnings: Nod to previous violence, mention of past character death
Word Count: 1,335
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The sound of Hina's slap seemed to echo as (Y/N)’s mouth dropped open in a mix of shock and amusement. Hina was brave, (Y/N) knew that, but they never saw this coming. She must not have known who Manjirou Sano was, and (Y/N) somehow found the situation more amusing that way.
As soon as Hina's hand returned to her side, she turned on her heel, grabbing Takemicchi's wrist. (Y/N) had to bite the inside of their lip to keep from laughing. "Takemicchi, let's go! You mustn't do what these people want. I will protect you." (Y/N) almost burst out in mock-offense at Hina, who didn't realize she was there, but Hina's wholesome declaration stopped her.
While (Y/N) sat lost in their thoughts, Ken stepped forward and grabbed Hina's wrist, casually putting forward a death threat. Luckily, that managed to snap (Y/N) back into reality. "You just gonna slap someone and say "see ya later"? Don't make me laugh." He rolled his eyes, and Anya pried his hand away from Hina's wrist, noticing a lack of bruising force. He may be pissed, but this was definitely about intimidation rather than harm.
"What part of this is a joke?" Hina shot back, barely sparing Draken a glance over her shoulder. "Coming into their school and forcing someone to go with you isn't something a friend would do."
'They do to me,' (Y/N) wanted to add but continued to observe. Mikey was likely in shock, and to (Y/N), it seemed as though she was the only one who could keep the peace.
"Lately, Takemicchi has been covered in wounds. If that was because of you guys, then I won't forgive you." Hina finally gave Ken her full attention, her gaze solid.
Ken then pushed (Y/N) behind him, accurately sensing oncoming violence. Takemicchi quickly defends Hina, the same fire in his eyes from before when she and the boys saved the day.
Mikey cut through some of the tension with a wistful smile and sigh. "Ahh, and here I thought you could be my friend. Too bad." (Y/N)’s teeth sunk into the inside of their lip in anticipation. "Well then. How *do you want to die?" Mikey asked, turning towards Takemicchi with a vacant look on his face. It was tense, even as Mikey started laughing. "You're making a face like you won't be able to stand on your own again."
Takemicchi continued to hold his own, despite how heavily he was shaking. "Just promise me one thing. Promise that you won't lay a hand on Hina!"
While (Y/N) adored the scared boy's words, Mikey didn't seem phased as he drew his fist back. "Hah? I don't give a damn about her!" Takemicchi then tensed himself up, getting prepared for Mikey's killer punch, only for him to not feel anything. (Y/N) held back their laughter as Mikey got close to the boy's face. "Just kidding!"
"Huh?"
"Takemicchi, you dummy. There's no way I'd lay a hand on a girl." Mikey smiled, turning away from him. Despite being used to situations like this, (Y/N) found herself in a similar state as Takemicchi.
(Y/N) once again found herself leaning against Ken as he threw his arm around Takemicchi. "Takemicchi, you were trying to threaten me?" The boy quickly apologized. "It's okay. You 'won't give her up.' Nowadays, there aren't any men that'll say that about women, are there?" He asks, looking down and letting his eyes meet (Y/N)’s. "It's the Showa Era, after all."
Ken moved forward with (Y/N) by his side as they caught up to Mikey. (Y/N) looked over their shoulder to see Hina and Takemicchi standing side by side with matching, shocked faces.
"Were you surprised?" (Y/N) asked with a smile, acting as though they had been entirely sure that everyone would make it out unharmed moments ago.
"I am so sorry!!" Hina apologetically shouted, bowing deeply. "I must have misunderstood something!"
"It's okay, don't worry about it." Mikey shrugged, looking from Hina to (Y/N), laughing uncontrollably at Hina's panic into Ken's arm. "It was an amazing slap." He commended. Hina just apologized again. "It's fine to do your best for the man you like, but don't get too carried away. Things would have been bad if you'd hit someone that'd fight back, you know?"
"You good, (Y/N)?" Ken asked, tearing (Y/N)’s focus towards him.
"Yeah." They laughed. "It got scary for a minute, but I'm good." (Y/N) linked their pinky with Draken's, squeezing it with theirs.
The way that Ken had looked at her when talking about taking care of Hina had made (Y/N)’s stomach fill with butterflies. It made her feel special and cared for, separating it from how she felt with her mother or how she felt with the rest of Touman. The love that (Y/N) felt from Ken was enough to make them shut down, and (Y/N) could only hope that he felt the same way when they looked at him.
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(Y/N) suppressed a yawn into Ken's back as she and the boys rode their bikes along a waterway. It was so peaceful, and (Y/N) worried that they would fall asleep. If they did and fell off Ken's bike in the process, they would never let her live it down.
"Um, why were you so pleased with me before?" Takemicchi asked, breaking the silence.
"That's a stupid question," Mikey answered. "I have a ten years older brother. Well, he's dead now, though. He was a reckless guy." (Y/N) could hear the smile in Mikey's voice as he spoke about Shinichirou. (Y/N) found herself smiling with him. "He'd always calmly challenge guys way stronger than him to fights."
"He sounds like a cool person." Takemicchi compliments.
"Takemicchi, you are like him."
The two kept talking, and (Y/N)’s mind began to wander as they stared out at the scenery. Shinichirou Sano was like a big brother to all of Mikey's friends that were lucky enough to know him when he was alive. Shinichirou was the closest thing (Y/N) had to a stable male figure in their life until he died. Shinichirou taught (Y/N) how to patch people up - how to fight in case they needed to. He also cared for them - watching (Y/N) when her mother couldn't, holding her when she cried. Shinichirou Sano was their hero.
They came to a stop, and Ken waited for (Y/N) to get off the bike first, holding out a hand for them to keep herself from falling. The two of them moved towards Mikey. "This is an era when delinquents are 'lame,' isn't it? In my brother's generation, there were a lot of street gangs in this area. There, you'd listen to your intuition and act on it. Everyone acted big. And all they did was fight. But everyone took care of themselves." Mikey sighed. "What was so lame about those guys? That's why I'm going to create an era for delinquents. You should accompany me on that journey." (Y/N) smiled at the determination in Mikey's voice. He wanted to be like his brother so badly, and (Y/N) saw so much of Shin in him. It made her hopeful that what he was doing would work out for the best. (Y/N) worried about them.
"I was pleased by you, Hanagaki Takemicchi."
"We have plenty of guys," Ken cut in, "that are good at fighting. But there aren't many guys like you who would stand against anyone. If it were for something you couldn't 'give up.'"
(Y/N) smiled at Takemicchi and waved goodbye as they turned away. "Think about it."
The group split from Takemicchi, going the opposite way. The quiet between them was comfortable, though it wasn't long before (Y/N) let out a yawn.
"It's not even late yet!" Mikey laughed, ruffling their hair. "Come on!"
"I'm sorry." They laughed. "I should probably get home, though. My mom's probably expecting me."
"I'll take you home." Ken told her. "You comin' with, Mikey?"
Mikey was quiet before he gave the two a soft, knowing smile. "Nah, you two go ahead."
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🍺 anon. I hope this helps in any case, imagine how sweet and giggly Eskel and his SO would be having a snowball fight in or around Kaer Morhen!
A/N: Babe I had a dumb moment and fucking wrote this but completely lost it among the other 753,249 WIPs I have so I never actually got around to posting it even though it very well could have been posted weeks ago... I am such a mess
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As you pushed the heavy doors to the keep open, a gust of wind blew into you, biting your nose and blowing your hair out of your face.
You paused for a moment, debating on going back inside and just waiting for Eskel to return. He’d been gone all morning. He left right as the sun was coming up, needing to check on the animals. He promised he wouldn’t be long and that he’d be back in bed before you woke up, but that didn’t happen. Hours had passed and he had yet to return.
You figured he’d gotten caught up in something else. Perhaps he wasn’t sneaky enough to slip past Vesemir.
But you didn’t like the thought of just laying around in the warmth and comforts of your bed while he was out working.
So with a deep breath, you stepped out of the keep.
Snow crunched beneath your feet as you made your way towards the shelter for the goats. All six of them, Lil Bleater included, were huddled up on a fresh bed of straw. She lifted her head at the sight of you, letting out a rather loud bleat.
“Daddy isn’t in here, is he?” You stepped into the shelter, shutting the door firmly behind yourself, and moved to pet all the goats. You couldn’t just leave without saying hi to them.
Once you’d given them some love and attention, you headed towards the stables.
As the door to the stable creaked open, you heard a quiet whispering. But it soon stopped. You stayed there by the door, listening carefully.
“Doll?” His voice made you smile. “Is that you?”
Scorpion’s stall was the first one you came upon.
“I was afraid you’d gotten lost.” You rubbed the horse’s nose. “You’ve been gone for nearly three hours.”
“Ah, shit. Sorry, doll. Lost track of time.”
You moved down to the last stall on the right, finding Eskel brushing Lambert’s horse, Champion.
“You didn’t have to come find me.” He glanced up at you, golden eyes shining from the fire burning just behind you.
“What if you were lost in the snow?” You raised a brow, a teasing tone playing on your voice.
He chuckled.
“I think I’d manage.”
You rocked back and forth on your heels, rubbing your hands together as you waited for him to finish.
“Doll, you can go back to bed.”
You hesitated, wanting to have him in bed with you.
An idea popped into your head. You nodded, letting a frown come over your lips.
“I’ll see you upstairs.” You moved forward to kiss him.
He hugged you tight and then let you go. Eskel watched you leave, eyes lingering on the door even after you disappeared.
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He pushed the doors to the stables shut behind himself and began to head towards the door to the keep. He found himself looking at the ground as he walked, following the tracks you left behind in the snow. He smiled a little, knowing very well you had shuffled your feet most of the way.
As he neared the main doors to the keep, his brows furrowed together. Your tracks seemed to veer away from the doors and disappeared around a corner.
The witcher paused for a moment to listen. That’s when he heard your heart beating.
“Y/N?” He moved towards the corner, confused and a little concerned.
Just as he was peeking around the corner, something cold hit him on the front of his neck. He stepped back in shock, hands coming up to check and see what it was that had hit him.
Your laughter broke through the air.
“I got you!”
Eskel’s eyes found you, clutching your chest as you laughed.
“You’ve been out here this whole time?” He asked, raising his brows. “You were waiting for me to come by so you could hit me with a snowball?”
You nodded, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth.
“My turn.” Eskel smirked a little, kneeling down to scoop up some snow.
“No!” You gasped, pointing a finger at him. “Eskel!”
“Don't worry, doll. I'll be gentle.” He took a few steps towards you.
You turned and darted across the courtyard, seeking cover behind a tree.
“Oh, doll.” Eskel sighed mockingly, shaking his head. “That won't protect you from me.”
“Eskel! I was just messing with you!” You kept yourself as close to the tree as possible. “I-I’m freezing cold! You've been out here forever.”
“You could've stayed in bed.”
“I thought you were lost in the snow!”
“You're adorable, doll.”
“.... Thank you.”
He chuckled.
You peeked around the tree to look for the witcher, but he was nowhere to be seen. Just as you turned to look and for him, snow hit the back of your head and fell down the back of your shirt. You gasped and arched your back.
“Eskel!”
“What's the matter, doll?”
You turned to face him, wearing a big frown on your lips as you shivered.
“I'm cold!”
“Poor baby.” He pouted, sticking out his bottom lip. ”Do you want to go inside?”
You nodded.
“Okay. Let's go.”
He turned to begin the trek to the front doors.
With his back to you, you had the perfect opportunity to kneel down and pick up more snow. You formed a ball and threw it at him. He moved out of the way just in time for it to fly past his head.
“Nice try, doll.” Eskel chuckled, stopping and gesturing for you to come to him. “Come on.”
You stopped in place and shook your head.
“I just want you to walk beside me, Y/N.”
“You-You aren't going to hit-hit me with snow again?”
“Your teeth are chattering. You're freezing. No, I'm not going to do that to you.” He shook his head. “I give you my word.”
You hesitated before moving to walk alongside him. He wrapped an arm around you, tucking you into his side.
“But I didn’t say I wouldn’t touch you with my cold hands.” He put one hand against the side of your neck, letting you feel just how cold his fingers were. You cringed, bringing your shoulders up to your ears.
“Eskel!”
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When you made it to the warmth of the bedroom, Eskel helped you undress from your now wet clothes. He retrieved a top of his and pulled it down over your head.
“Climb up into bed, doll.” He kissed the top of your head. “Let me change and I'll be right there.”
You nodded, practically scurrying across the cold stone floor to get to the bed.
Eskel moved towards the fireplace, signing Igni towards the dying flames. The fire roared to life. Soon, the room would be toasty.
You got comfortable beneath the blankets and furs, curling up by the pillows as you waited for him.
He changed into a pair of trousers then got into bed with you.
You put yourself as close to him as possible, curling into his side. He wrapped an arm around you to pull you even closer. You hooked one knee across his hip, bringing your cold foot in between his thighs.
“Are you comfy?” He asked, a little grin playing on his lips.
“Mhm.” You nodded, tucking your nose into his neck. “Thank you.”
He kissed your temple, closing his eyes.
“Don’t worry though. I’ll get you back for that terrible excuse of a snowball fight we had. And I’ll make sure Lambert’s on my team.”
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the time Juae was told she was joining the all-male Rookie events
The walk back to the dorm was eerily silent. Normally, Juae would return to her weekday-home with a fluctuating number of other trainees who lived in the same building. It was routine at this point, though admittedly she was resistant to the dorm when she first arrived to SM Entertainment. It had been hard to adjust from being an only-child to being surrounded with other people and having no break from them.
The routine helped her; knowing what to expect is essential to Juae. Surprises made her jumpy and slowed her brain. The trait was inherited from her father. He told her many times when new information presents itself, whether in the form of updated statistics or a jump scare, it is essential to ruminate on it before deciding your next steps. At least, that is how she would explain away why the noise of a squirrel made her leap backwards - her brain is scattered from the news she received.
Juae's mind returns to wondering how she can tell her roommates.
She wishes the walk was longer for the first time in her life as she stares at the door. It feels just as intimidating as the first time she saw it, but at least then, she had someone guiding her into the living room. Now, she is left alone to push herself forward.
Inside, the dorm is bustling. One of the older girls is cooking in the kitchen while two sit nearby, one working on homework and the other humming the melody from a piece of sheet music. Hina, Juae's closest girl friend ever, makes a b-line over when she noticed the door opening.
"What happened?" She asks, gently taking Juae's backpack from the still-stunned girl. The speculation over why Juae was kept behind while the other girls were dismissed had only paused once - when Koeun suggested Juae was being kicked from SM due to the tantrum she threw after Yeri was confirmed to debut with Red Velvet less than a month after Juae was told she would have debuted with the group if only she was older.
Juae hesitates to answer. The burning embarrassment of returning after her fit (and after her father thoroughly scolded her for it) continues to color her interactions with the other girls. Koeun has been training for two years longer than Juae, yet Juae exploded in bitterness. It widened the already existing distance between herself and others, and Juae only had herself to blame.
"I will be joining the boys for the SM Rookies Shows," She whispers, unintentionally slipping into Japanese in her distress. Hina gasps; everyone understood what that would mean for her career trajectory and most of the girls already felt jealous the boys were getting extra publicity.
The gasp drew the attention of the other girls, including Koeun, who approached the two. "Is everything okay?"
She doesn't know the correct answer. Juae is nearly always correct but social situations, the ones the required navigating feelings, often left her floundering. "I am a part of the Rookies Show with the boys." It's a measured response, designed so Juae can create a baseline for the conversation and how it will go.
"You?" Not well, is the answer.
Hina flusters at Juae's side. The question wasn't directed towards her but the animosity feels suffocating, and she almost wishes she hadn't been the one to approach Juae. She felt upset herself, wondering why Juae was considered different, better, than herself but knew trainee's did not get a say in rankings, much less who got attention.
Juae, on the other hand, feels confused. She misunderstood sarcasm as sincerity most of the time. "Well, yes?"
Koeun's pitch rises, "Why you? Do you think you deserve that? After how you acted, you're really getting rewarded!"
"I do not understand why you are mad at me," Juae bristles. "The company chose me for a reason; maybe you should reflect on why."
"Seriously? You're really such a spoilt brat!"
If one thing could trigger Juae's temper, it was the word 'brat.' She has endured that word constantly being thrown at her since entering the company. Be it from other trainees or even the trainers, Juae hates nothing more than being reduced to a rich girl. "Me? At least I have the excuse of inexperience, how can you excuse your actions now?"
"You know what, Juae?" Koeun steps closer, fully breaking the boundary of personal space. "I don't have to excuse my actions because I will never, and I mean never, be sorry for telling you the truth when no one else will. You're nothing more than a little girl playing pretend. You're not serious about this, and you will never debut because of that! And when the company finally sees beyond whatever money you're father is using to give you favored treatment, you'll be discarded to make room for people like me."
Juae knocks Koeun's finger away from her face. Her brain is working overdrive, spinning and cycling through emotions at breakneck speed. Any retort is lost in her brain's repetition of Koeun's harsh words.
"Koeun! Go to the bedroom, get away from her!" The eldest in the dorm finally snaps out of the daze the fight knocked the rest of the girls into.
She scoffs, but spins on her heel to follow the order. Juae continues to stand in the doorway, never having entered beyond her initial steps. Hina gently wraps her arm around Juae's shoulder, whispering reassurances.
But the blood rushing in Juae's ears blocks out any sound of care. She is only able to stare at the shocked faces of the other girls. The chasm between herself and others is ever present; she doesn't think she will ever be able to cross it.
Face scrunched in tears of frustration and despair, Juae turns and exits the dorm.
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Dreams Can Come True: Chapter 2 New Home
Chapter 1-Chapter 3
After Y/n’s shift at the daycare was over, she quickly made her way home and changed into more presentable clothes for her ‘interview’. She made her way out of her home wearing shiny black heels, a form fitting black pencil skirt and a loose, comfy white blouse. Y/n made her way into the café and immediately spotted her friend from this morning.
She walked over, “Hi Kurono, I hope I didn’t take too long, I wanted to look presentable for meeting your boss!” Chrono took a moment to look at Y/n, and she looked good. If not for his keen control on his emotions he was sure his face would have gone red, but he kept his composure and simply nodded. “I’m sure he’ll appreciate it. The man lives in button ups and slacks, so I’m sure you’ll make a good first impression.” Y/n then took a moment to notice what Chrono was wearing, he too, had changed into something nicer. He was now wearing a white button up and dark wash, not skinny but not super loose fitting, jeans. Dang, the man cleans up nicely. Unfortunately for our little Y/n here, she doesn’t have the same control over her emotions as the stone cold gangster, so her cheeks may have flushed a *little* pink. Chrono noticed her change in appearance and inwardly flushed at the thought of her blushing at him. Being 20 he knew he was in his ‘prime’ or whatever, and most people would have expected him to have a girlfriend by now, but dating wasn’t exactly easy in his position. Sure, he had a few girlfriends before, but they either just got in the way, only dated him to get close to Kai, or in the most unfortunate cases, weren’t exactly faithful. He just didn’t really see the point in dating if he was just going to get hurt in the end, or have to hurt someone in the end, I mean he may be a ‘heartless’ mafia but he does have one. There was also the fact he had a six year old to take care of, and in all aspects of his life, she was his priority. He had always wanted kids, and a wife. But if he could have at least one of those things, he couldn’t complain, right? He snapped out of it, and led Y/n back to the private room his boss had gotten for the night seeing as the Hassaikai had special ties with the owner. As she walked in the room, she noticed a young, fairly tall and built young man sitting down at the head of the table. Chrono led her to her seat at the opposite end, and took his seat to the right of his boss. To Overhaul’s left was another young man. Y/n polite fully bowed her head and introduced herself. “Hello sir, I’m Y/n L/n.” He nodded his head in acknowledgement and motioned for her to take a seat. It was now she paid attention to what the others were wearing. The man at the head of the table was wearing a black button down shirt with black pants and a white-gray tie. The man beside him dressed in all black, wearing a cape like top and a black bowler’s hat. Most peculiarly about the two however…is that they were wearing plague masks. While the one dressed solely in black wore one that covered his whole face, the one seated at the head of the table wore a burgundy and gold mask that covered only half of his face. Wait a minute…You knew who these people were. “Good evening Ms. L/n. I’m sure by now you’ve figured out who we are, yes?” “I have an idea..” Y/n then noticed Chrono had slipped on white medical mask. “You’re probably wondering what the Shie Hassaikai wants with a daycare worker, Hm?” You simply nodded your head. “I don’t know how much Chronostasis has told you, but we are in need of female caretaker for the little girl you met today. We’re offering you a spot as not only her caretaker, but as a respected member of the Shie Hassaikai. Join us, and I assure you, you will be taken care of.” Y/n took a moment to think about it.
~Chrono POV/ Narrator POV~
I really do hope she says yes, having her around would make taking care of Eri a lot easier, ad it’d be nice to have her around. “Okay, I’ll do it” Yes! “But…” But…? “I don’t want to kill anyone. It’s true I’m not the biggest fan of heroes, but I’m not exactly pro villain either, I just want to take care of Eri, if that’s okay.” Seems fair to me. I didn’t really want her to have to kill either, a girl as pretty and nice as herself shouldn’t have to go through that….wait what the heck am I thinking?! “Those terms are acceptable, welcome to the Shie Hassaikai, L/n. Now, if you don’t mind, we’d like to ask you some more…personal questions.” Oh boy, here we go again, I already know what he’s going to ask, 1. What’s your quirk. “Tell me, what is your quirk?” Knew it. “Telekinesis, I can control small objects and bring them towards me, or place them wherever I can see.” Overhaul just nodded. 2. Any family/friends who would question your disappearance? “Do you have any family or friends that might find your absence…suspicious?” Strike two “Just my aunt Hina, although I’ve been moved out for two years now, so it shouldn’t seem too suspicious.” Overhaul nodded again, “Very well, tonight we’ll go ahead and move you into your new home, since you’ll be a permanent caretaker for Eri, you will need to live in the base.” Y/n simply nodded, “That’s fine with me.” Overhaul stood up, and threw on his coat. “It’s been a pleasure working with you, L/n. Chrono, take her home and help her get what she needs, I’ll have Mimic send the other precepts over to move her out.” “Yes sir.” With that, chrono left the café with Y/n. When they exited, Chrono took off his mask. He really hated wearing it, but it was kind of important. Due to his villain attire, no heroes or police knew what he looked like, so unlike some of the precepts, he could pretty much just waltz around a free man. “So, Mafia, huh?” Y/n teasingly pointed out. “Yeah…sorry about not being completely honest earlier, but I didn’t want to scare you off too quickly.” Y/n simply nodded. “It’s okay, although I doubt it would have, like I said, I’m kind of indifferent towards heroes and villains, so I at least would have heard you out first.” “Thanks…most people aren’t as understanding.” Y/n just hummed and kept walking with Chrono. “So, how did you get the name ‘Chronostasis’, does it have something to do with your quirk?” “Yeah, actually it’s the name of my quirk.” Y/n looked at Chrono with wide eyes, “What does your quirk do?” “Well, you see my hair?” He pointed to his head. “Yeah” “Okay, well you see how the ends are pointed like clock needles?” “Mhm.” “Well, I can control them, but I have to be completely still, and they’re really sharp. So, if I struck someone with the hour hand, they’ll be slowed down for an hour, If I strike someone with the minute hand, they’ll be slowed for a minute.” Y/n’s eyes widened in amazement. “Its not really that flashy…or that useful.” Chrono awkwardly looked away, hand rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. Y/n quickly shook her head. “Nuh-uh, not at all I think it’s really cool!” By the enthusiasm in her voice he knew she was being sincere. He softly SOFTLY smiled and shook his head. “You really think so?” “Yes!! They look really cool, and most people don’t have defenses against being slowed, so I think it’s super powerful!” “Thanks Y/n.” No one had ever told him they genuinely really liked his quirk. Most people just left it alone, or thought it was weird. But here was this bubbly, sweet daycare worker who was practically fangirling over it. “No problem, you shouldn’t put yourself down like that, especially when there’s nothing to put yourself down for…” Y/n averted her eyes to the ground, a soft smile still present on her lips. “Well, here we are. It’s not much, so it shouldn’t take too long.” Overhaul had already called the landlord and arranged for Y/n to be let out on the lease early. (Turns out Yakuza bosses have a bit of power over people.) Chrono and Y/n entered Y/n’s small apartment/house. Chrono looked around, for someone who’s so young, he could tell y/n put a lot of work into her house. “Okay, give me like, five minutes and I’ll get what I need.” Because Y/n only had the one room in the hassaikai, she packaged up all of her valuable collections. Pictures of family and friends, irreplaceable things and gifts, etc. She packed up her clothes and brought a small bag of essentials to get her through the night. “Okay, I’m ready to go!” With that the two left for the Hassaikai base, but not before Chrono called Nemoto to bring the car, since it was going to be a longer drive and it was pretty late. After they got back to the base, Chrono led her into the traditional looking house, got to a door and stopped. He punched in some code, and the door opened to a stair case. This is where the main part of our base is, its where all the stuff goes down. Oh, it’s also where the bedrooms are.” They made their way down the stairs and started walking down the hallway. “Don’t be intimidated by all the guys here, you’re probably going to be pretty popular for the first few weeks, other than Eri you’re the first female to be down her. Also, ignore the petty flirting, most of these guys can count on one hand the number of women they’ve ‘talked’ to, most probably on one finger” “Really?” “Uh-huh, as you can imagine we all stay pretty busy, so no one really has time to go out and meet anybody new, let alone date.” Y/n nodded her head, she knew what that was like. Working at the day care and helping her aunt out once in a while kept her pretty busy. She had dated in the past, but none of her relationships lasted. In fact she hadn’t even attempted any relationships after him. Him being her ex, who she dated through high school, and even for some time after before she caught him cheating on her with her best friend. Chrono then walked her to a door and stopped, well this is it. It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing.” He pushed the door open and Y/n followed him inside, he then helped Y/n unpack the few things she brought with her. “Alright, hopefully that’s good enough till tomorrow, the rest of your stuff should be here by then.” “This’ll be just fine, thank you for your help…for everything really.” She smiled at him, and he gave a half smile back. “No problem, We appreciate you coming to help…I appreciate you coming to help.” There was a silence between them, although they didn’t know what kind of silence, it wasn’t an awkward silence, more like there was something there…but neither one knew what it was. “Well, anyways, I’ll get out of your hair. The bathroom is that door right there, and the living room and kitchen are just down the hall. If you need anything just text me, you’re probably going to get lost at least once, it’s pretty much a maze down here. Uhm, yeah. Oh and you’ll meet Eri again tomorrow. Her room and my room aren’t that far from here.” “Okay, I will. Thanks again Kurono. Goodnight.” “Goodnight Y/n.” An with that, the young second hand made his way out of her room and towards Eri’s room to put her to bed, seeing as it was about 8:30 pm and he didn’t want her to be cranky when she met Y/n again tomorrow. *Knock Knock* “Eri? Can I come in? It’s daddy.” The door quickly opened and Eri tackled Chrono in a hug. Eri then led him inside and sat on her bed. “Alright kiddo, it’s time for bed. Tomorrow your going to spend the day with someone new.” Eri’s ears seemed to perk up at the mention of someone new since not many new people come around here. As Chrono was getting Eri ready for bed, he started to explain the new circumstances to her as best he could. “Do you remember the nice lady that helped you today at the park?” Eri nodded her head. “Well, she’s going to be your new caretaker.” He realized he definitely should have worded it differently when he stared back at him with big wide scared eyes. “ W-what do you mean daddy? A-are you g-going to leave me?” It then clicked that it sounded like he was being replaced! “No! No sorry Eri! I’m not going anywhere I promise!” He held her in a bone crushing hug before leading her to the bed and tucking her in, looking for a book to read before she went to sleep. “She’s just gonna help me take care of you is all. Not replace me.” “Oh.” Eri seemed to understand. “So she’s gonna be my new Mommy then?” If chrono had been drinking water he was 1,000% sure he would’ve choked. “U-um yes and no? For now, let’s just call her Ms. Y/n, okay?” He could hear the fear in his voice of her asking any more difficult questions. “But why is she here? I thought you took care of me?” “I do pumpkin, but especially because you’re a girl, you should have a girl influence to look up to.” “Because I’m a girl? But why?” Shoot. He thought he could avoid THIS topic for at least 6 more years. What is he supposed to tell her? Yeah, in about 6 years give or take your body is going to turn on you and try to kill you once a month? Not exactly something you tell a 6 year old. “H-how about we talk about it tomorrow pumpkin” If the squeakiness of his voice didn’t give him away, his red face sure did. “Daddy? Is something wrong? You’re being weird.” Chrono just shook his head and tried to compose himself. “Yeah, daddy’s just being weird. Hey! How about we read that book now.” “Okay.” Chrono then read her the book and tucked her in to sleep. Making his way to his bedroom and collapsing on his bed, tired from the events of the day.
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HI! I absolutely loved that hinata and ino hcs, my gay ass was over the moon! Can I please request something else for them with the same reader? Something a bit angst-y where the reader goes to a mission and come Back heavily wounded and almost dying? Maybe they thought the reader actually died but she didn't. Thank you sm and I hope am not bothering you bc you just became my favorite blog and I might be ino/hina anon hehehe💖💗💞
I’m so glad you really liked them! I hope you enjoy these just as much. <3 Prepare for the angst!
Hinata’s mind was a tangled mess of thoughts as her feet carried her through the village at full speed, people dodged out of her way and those who already knew diverted their eyes from her in pity. She hated pitying looks but she didn’t have time to worry about that. The young woman burst though the doors of the hospital breathing heavily. She just received word that you and your team had returned to the village all in very rough shape and you were nowhere to be seen, only a figure covered in a thin sheet that oozed blood. The worst case scenario was heavy on her mind. The scenario that came to her mind every time one of you left for a dangerous mission. Her palms rested heavy on the front counter her chest heaving with deep breaths. “Y/l/n, y/f/n is she here? Is she okay?” Her voice was forced barely able to reach an octave above a whisper. At the sound of your name the nurse’s face dropped. She stood to come around the counter and lead Hinata to the waiting area where she was asked to sit for a moment.
Hinata waited anxiously foot jiggling and hands wringing. Why weren’t they telling her anything? It couldn’t be true could it? You couldn’t be... No. She put the thought out of her mind. You were strong. You’d be okay. You had to be because you’d promised her you would come home safe. And you never broke a promise to her. Anything Hinata ever wanted you offered to her on a silver platter with an adoring smile and all she wanted in the world right now was for you to be okay.
It was hours before anyone came to speak to her. a nurse stood before Hinata with their head bowed, unable to look at her. “You’re here for miss y/l/n correct?” She sat up from her previously slouched position. “Y-Yes. Is she... Okay?” The nurse spared her a guilty glance. “I’m afraid not miss. She’s in critical condition and we are unsure how much more we can do. But we’re trying our best, doing everything we can.” The last part didn’t really register. The floodgates had been opened and the thin string of hope that held her together snapped tears flowed down her cheeks. She covered her mouth to stifle a harsh sob. The nurse rushed to explain the extent of the damage you’d received in the final battle of your mission but she couldn’t stand to hear any more. She held up one hand. “P-Please...” They fell silent before her. “Please just tell we when you know.” With an understanding nod Hinata was once again left in the waiting room, alone. God how she wished you could be here with her to be her rock like you always were. She curled in on herself tears silently streaming down her cheeks. She didn’t dare make a sound. She couldn’t handle anymore pitying looks. Her hands curled into fists in her lap. “Please, y/n. I need you. Please be okay.”
Sakura squeezed Ino’s shoulder comfortingly as she took a seat next to her childhood friend. She leaned in to try and catch her blue eyes, rimmed red from crying. Sakura had never seen Ino in such a state before, but she understood why. You’d been rushed in after a mission in critical condition and Ino was hot on your heels having been notified by one of your teammates. Things had looked dicey before Sakura arrived but she’d done her best and, “She’s going to be okay Ino. It’s going to be a long road to recover still but she’s alive.” Ino threw herself into Sakura’s arms hugging her tightly, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. “Can I see her now?” Sakura stood supporting her friend’s weight. “Of course.” Empowered with the confirmation Ino held herself up and lead Sakura to your room more than the other way round. The young woman slowed Ino just short of your door with a hand on her shoulder. “Just... Be ready Ino.” She nodded before quietly opening the door, not wanting to disturb your rest. She peeked in to see your bed was surrounded by a white curtain, blocking her view. She stepped in, gently closing the door behind her. Her toes curled and uncurled anxiously before she stepped deeper into the room. Ino took a moment to wipe her tears away before gripping the curtain and pulling it out of the way. The sight of you made her gasp in horror. You were covered head to toe in bandages some still seeping small amounts of blood that dyed them a gory pink.
Ino shakily pulled a chair up next to you sitting in it gratefully, she didn’t feel like her legs could hold her up anymore. “Y/n,” her thin fingers combed through your knotted hair, dislodging debris “baby can you hear me?” Her voice cracked and more tears streaked down her cheeks. A small garbled sound left your lips, a sign that you were indeed alive. Ino went to take one of your hands in her own but found it was wrapped up tightly. The realization pulled a strangled sob from her throat. She buried her face into the blankets beside you gripping them tightly as sobs wracked her body. A part of her felt ashamed for acting like this, for acting so weak when you needed her the most. You were always there for her and when she had to be there for you this was how she acted? “Y/n I promise I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to help you through this, through everything.” She placed a tender kiss on your injured hand.
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Moments Like This
Anonymous - Could I request #12 from ur prompt list w/ jask x reader pairing
Prompt: “I miss moments like this more than anything.”
Summary: You and Jaskier have a playful afternoon.
Warnings: fluff
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“Jask!” you shrieked as you felt a bucket of cold water upended over your head. Lifting your hair away from your face, you surveyed your soaking dress before flipping your locks back and turned your head to glare at Jaskier who was holding an empty bucket and grinning as he cackled like mad.
“You looked too hot, Y/N. I was only thinking of your health, darling. You needed to cool off so you don’t catch a sickness.”
As you slowly advanced on him, the smile on his face faltered slightly and he started to back away, dropping the bucket as he went. You kept creeping closer, a feral grin appearing on your lips.
“Love? Wha- what are you doing?” He glanced behind him, searching for an escape route.
“I’m just thinking of your health, my dear. You must have taken mad from this heat we’ve been having. Come here, and I will help cool you down.”
At this, Jaskier’s smile dropped and he spun on his heel, taking off across the courtyard where you had been drawing before a rampant demon had decided to upend a bucket of water on you. You gave chase, lifting your skirts and kicking your soaked slippers off so you had traction on the cobblestone.
Laughter filled the air as you darted after the man, slipping and sliding through the courtyard. As you turned the corner, you ran headfirst into a wall of muscle, falling to the ground before you glanced up to see Geralt looking down at you with a bemused expression on his face, Jaskier peeking out from behind him.
“See? I told you she was after me, you need to protect me Geralt!” Jaskier implored the man, backing away yet again as you struggled to get your feet under you, hampered by your wet skirts.
Geralt didn’t reply, only reaching down to grab you under the elbow and lift you upright, setting you down and stepping out of your way.
You smoothed your hair down, “Thank you Geralt, your help is much appreciated. Now, if you will excuse me, there is a sinister bard that has a cold shower waiting for him.”
The two of you ignored Jaskier’s squawk of indignation, “Why do you help her? Not your oldest friend?”
Geralt glanced back at the bard, “Maybe I like her better.”
You inclined your head and curtsied, laughing when you saw the corners of his lips quirk up. “Thank you, kind sir. Now if you will excuse me, I have some matters to attend to.
You chased after the man, a string of curses turning the air blue around you as he headed for the edge of town, hoping to lose you in the forest.
Dodging tree branches, you finally caught up to Jaskier as he tripped over a tree branch and went down with a thud. You threw yourself onto his back, pinning him to the ground, feeling his body shake with laughter.
You rolled off of him onto your back, staring up at the clouds in the sky. You pointed, “That one looks like a horse, see Jaskier.”
You heard him chuckle to himself. “Leave it to you to get distracted by the clouds, love.”
You elbowed him as he arranged himself next to you, “I don’t get distracted, I’m just biding my time.”
This time he laughed outright, before the two of you fell silent, basking in each other’s company.
After a time, he got to his feet, reaching a hand down to help you up. You tucked your hand into the crook of his arm, following him along a small path back towards the town. As you passed a small river, an idea came to you.
Hiding the smirk on your voice, you asked the man next to you. “Jaskier, do you love me?”
“Of course, sweet, you know this.” He frowned down at you in response to your question.
“Then you don’t mind if I do this?”
“Do wha- woah!”
You had wrapped your hands around his arm before tugging backwards, pulling both of you into the river.
Jaskier came up spluttering as you wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to support the two of you standing in the river.
“Now that wasn’t very nice, darling.” He stared down at you, water trickling down his face.
You shivered at the heat of his gaze. “Revenge is sweet, darling, and its even sweeter when its not expected.”
Jaskier didn’t reply, slowly shifting his hands from where they were holding you at your waist, grabbing beneath your bum to lift you closer to him.
Your eyes flickered from his gaze, down to his lips, and back up. He didn’t miss the motion, leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss, a moan leaving you at the feeling. He licked into your mouth, swallowing your moan as the two of you lost yourselves in the moment, only admiring each other’s bodies, and just being content in each other’s embrace.
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Later that night, after having changed into dry clothes, you and Jaskier lay cuddled together on a blanket, watching the stars go past. You would occasionally point at something in the sky, fascinated by the stars, before allowing your upraised arm to flop to the side onto Jaskier’s chest. He would grin at this and pull you closer, tucking you under his chin.
You fell silent, snuggling closer to the man, shivering slightly at the cold. Jaskier noticed, and sat up briefly to pull another blanket out of the bag you had brought, covering both of you with it. He lay back down, gently tracing random shapes into your back. “I miss moments like this more than anything,” he murmured, “I wish we could just pause time and stay together, in this moment forever.”
You turned your head to place a kiss against his shoulder. “Neither of us would be content. You have a wanderer’s heart, love, you could never stay in one place for too long. And I want to explore, to learn. I don’t want to stay in this town forever, it is too small and nothing ever happens.”
Jaskier glanced down at you, “You could come with us.”
You fell silent, debating the offer. You had always wanted to travel the world, and this was the perfect opportunity.
“Really? You wouldn’t mind?” you squinted at him, “Geralt wouldn’t mind?”
The man next to you scoffed before sitting up. “You trust me so little? Of course Geralt wouldn’t mind, I wouldn’t do anything I didn’t think he would approve of.”
Sitting up as well, you arched an eyebrow at his statement. “Of course, Jaskier. You would never do anything Geralt didn’t like.” You drawled the statement out, silently laughing as the bar turned pink.
“Never mind that, he doesn’t mind that you are tagging along. I have already asked him and he grunted his approval.”
You stared at him, “I could come?”
“Of course, love.” Jaskier smiled gently.
Shrieking, you threw yourself at him, tackling the bard to the ground as you showered his face with kisses. Grabbing you around the waist, he flipped the two of you, trapping you between his body and the ground as he captured your lips in a slow, heated kiss. “I take it, that's a yes?” he stared down at you with hooded eyes, voice low and husky.
Licking your lips, you slowly nodded. His eyes flashed, before he leaned back down, pressing against you as the two of you lost yourselves to the sound of the night.
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Welcome to the Heart Pirates, Nami-ya Chapter 8: Between a Rock and a Hard Place
Crap crap crap! Nami thought, looking between the two Devil Fruit users. Her night really couldn’t have been going worse. She was disarmed, caught up in the sticky, painful grasp of a perverted old man with way too many arms, one of which was still worming its way inside the deep V of her bodysuit. Then, even if she could somehow escape the tightly wound tentacles, Black Cage Hina herself stood between her and the exit. The woman might not have been a powerhouse, but her abilities were like something out of a Marines’ wet dream, specifically designed to capture wayward pirates like Nami.
Escape couldn’t have looked more unlikely and at this point she was really hoping Law was ok so he could get his ass back inside and rescue her.
“Ah, Hina-chan, perfect timing!” Harpin laughed. Two of his unoccupied arms pointed at Nami, who was trying her best not to show how much the razor-edged suckers digging into her skin had started to hurt. “I caught this pirate lurking around my study. She must be in on the village’s rebellion; I recognize her necklace as one created by my worthless former jeweler. They must have hired her as an assassin. Arrest her at once, my dear!”
The pink-haired Marine jutted out her hip, expression stern and unimpressed. “I’ll gladly put a Straw Hat behind bars, you’ll be going to jail too.”
Black, watery eyes widened. “What?”
Cool as iron in winter, Hina pulled out a cigarette, taking the time to light it before answering, “Didn’t I tell you that my superiors decided my attendance at your party was more important than attending to my duties? That’s because they wanted me to gather evidence that you’ve been selling government secrets and destroy whatever blackmail you have on them; we’re in tumultuous times, and the last thing they need is you churning even more chaos for your own gain.”
“Ah, a honey-trap. Of course,” he chuckled, giving her beautiful, athletic body an open leer. “Not a bad plan, given my fondness for you, but shouldn’t you have been a little nicer to me if you wanted to get your hands on some evidence? Avoiding me all night isn’t a very good seduction technique.”
Hina looked disgusted at the very thought. “I’d rather cut my own face off than allow you to touch me. No, our plan was far more palatable; Smoker had snuck away earlier to mess with the pipes connected to the spa above the ballroom. We were hoping the water damage to the ceiling would catch your attention for a while so we could investigate.”
“And instead, the village’s rebellion, led by Cat Thief Nami, puts all that careful planning to waste,” he said, giving the captive woman a shake for emphasis. Much as the action hurt, Nami was silently grateful, as it dislodged the tentacle still in her cleavage.
A pink eyebrow raised in disbelief. “You really think the villagers are the ones bombing your mansion? How stupid.”
“Stupid? How dare you! It doesn’t matter whether those peasants were in on it or not; it’s the narrative I’ll spin to the papers when they report on tonight’s events. Once word’s gotten out that they sided with pirates over their beloved master, no one will blame me for finally eliminating those slums. I’ve been wanting that eyesore removed for ages, but they simply refuse to leave.”
The Marine captain scowled at his confession. “Then I suppose when I take you in, I can add ‘slander’ and ‘corruption’ to your list of crimes.”
“How are you planning on arresting me, Hina-chan?” he asked with an incredulous laugh. “By force? My rank was comparable to a Vice-Admiral!”
Grey smoke streamed from her cigarette as she replied, “But your strength wasn’t. Powerful as the Ika Ika no Mi is, you rarely ventured onto the battlefield, instead getting fat and lazy behind a desk. And now that you’re past whatever prime you had, I’d say you’re a little closer to my level.” She smirked, cracking her knuckles. “Hina will enjoy this.”
“You should have stayed downstairs with the guests, Hina-chan,” Harpin sneered. “I’d hate to hurt such a pretty face.”
Glancing at Nami, who’d wisely chosen to remain quiet throughout the conversation, Hina frowned in consideration and—surprisingly—a hint of sympathy. “You’re going to jail, Cat Thief, but if you promise to sit tight, I’ll get you out of your sticky situation first. No woman deserves to be manhandled by a creepy squid.”
All things considered, that was probably be the best deal a pirate could get from her, so Nami nodded enthusiastically.
Running forward, Hina extended her arm, clotheslining the two tentacles encasing her wrists. Nami stared in awe as the Marine’s arm went right through them, leaving behind a black shackle locked around each clammy limb. Spinning on her heel, she next kicked her leg through the two binding the pirate’s thighs. The way the rubbery grey flesh immediately began to pucker and swell indicated that the bands were painfully tight, and Nami soon felt their grasp weaken.
“Fuck!” Harpin yelped, though any further curses were cut off as Hina’s fist slammed into his face. The blow knocked him stumbling back, and after another right hook he had no choice but to release his hold on Nami, the shackles on four of his limbs too constricting and the Marine before him too skilled to engage while restraining a thief.
Falling onto her ass with an “oof!” Nami immediately inspected her thighs and wrists, wincing at the angry marks left behind. Perfectly round, thumbprint-sized red rings littered her skin where the suckers had taken hold, the incisions from the chitin little deeper than a papercut but just as painful. A few had even drawn blood, though to be honest, Beatrix’s nails had sunk deeper.
The suckers are designed to capture and restrain, not rend and tear, Nami concluded. Those tentacles are no joke, though. If he’d been trying, he could have pulled me apart like a paper doll!
With a heavy kick to the chest, Hina sent her former superior crashing into his desk, papers and trinkets flying everywhere. Glancing down at the thief, she raised a challenging eyebrow. “I’m not going to waste my time and energy restraining you, but if you try to run, I won’t hesitate.”
“Fine. Wouldn’t want to miss your beatdown of that pervert, anyway,” she ground out, gingerly prodding at her disfigured legs. If she were lucky, Hina would eventually be too distracted with her fight to notice her sneaking off, but she wouldn’t play her hand until the time was right.
Pleased with the compliance, the Marine darted across the room to continue her cathartic thrashing of the ex-head of Navy intelligence, each punch, kick, and slap making her smile wider as she threw him into suits of armor, furniture, and anything else that was in the way.
Meanwhile, Nami took the opportunity to crawl towards her Clima-Tact, hugging the batons to her chest like an old friend. A glimmer from across the room caught her eye as Harpin was knocked into a lamp, and the embossed titles of the black ledgers winked at her as they lay on the floor. After all this trouble, Law would be pissed if she left without them. Quite frankly, now Nami was feeling pretty determined to get them, too. She wanted to read up some more on Jinbei, and that diagram on the Pacifistas could be useful if they ever ran into Kuma again; maybe it even had some information on how his powers worked, and she could use that to track down the others!
On top of that, Hina was right; the world was already in chaos, and people like Harpin shouldn’t be gaining from it.
While the Navy captain was busy repeatedly grinding the heel of her shoe down onto his crotch, Nami took the opportunity to dash across the room, skidding to a halt by the knight’s armor and gathering up the black leather books.
A crash caught her attention, and Nami’s head whipped to the left to watch Hina dodge a fallen chandelier. Haprin’s floppy lips smirked around his beak, hand pressed against a hidden switch on the wall.
Crap, Nami thought. I forgot there were other traps. She froze as Hina tossed her a glare, the thief’s new position not escaping her notice. Double crap!
The Marine didn’t have any time to do anything about the wayward pirate, though, as Harpin decided to go on the attack, using his multiple arms to fling books, debris, and scattered pieces of armor at the women. Nami awkwardly dodged the projectiles, ducking behind the safe. A thought suddenly hit her, and she peeked out from around the corner of her impromptu shield to observe the Golden Octopus.
Despite the beating Hina had given him, he didn’t look all that much worse for wear. No bruises or welts marred his ashen skin, no bones seemed to be broken, and he even seemed to be walking normally despite the testicular trauma Hina must have inflicted. On top of that, the shackles still locked around his tentacles didn’t seem to be slowing him down, either.
Having had more than enough, Hina shouted “Awase Baori!” as iron bars extended from her arms, spanning across the room. The cage smashed into Harpin’s rubbery body, squishing and distorting it as the bars wrapped around him. Maliciously, she raised the bars and the ensnared man as high into the air as she could before slamming him down onto the floor. As he glared at her, she smirked around her cigarette. “Give up. Everything that passes through my body is locked tight.”
The feeling of victory shattered as his scowl morphed into a smug smile around his beak. “Silly Hina-chan,” he sneered, and as if deflating a balloon, his body became thinner and more flexible, squeezing out from between the bars. Even the shackles Hina’d wrapped around his arms fell away, clattering to the floor. Quickly, eight rubbery limbs lashed out, the two powerful clubs slamming into her stomach like bludgeons. “You can’t cage a squid!”
“Gah!” she coughed, the air pushed from her lungs. Six more arms lashed out, striking her across her face, torso, legs, and ass, jerking her about with each surprisingly powerful blow.
Damn it, didn’t Hina even stun him? Nami thought incredulously, doing her best to stay behind the safe and out of sight.
Inflicting more harsh and humiliating lashes against his former subordinate, he cackled. “I’ll admit, your powers are quite the bane of normal men, but they’re useless against me. A giant squid’s body is malleable enough to withstand deep sea pressure, yet powerful enough to fight a sperm whale! It also makes physical blows practically useless. And while squid might not be quite as notorious escape artists as octopi, this flexible body makes your cage and shackles little more than temporary inconveniences. But escape isn’t my plan.”
Before both women’s eyes, Harpin began to transform again, this time growing larger and larger, his whole body becoming that of an enormous squid that took up nearly a third of the room. Each arm was now at least ten feet long and over a foot thick, with the clubbed feeding tentacles extending to nearly fifteen feet. Black, watery eyes swelled to the size of beach balls, and the disturbing beak grew to the point where it could easily crush a melon in its jaws.
Oh, right, Nami thought, cold terror freezing her lungs. Zoan-type Devil Fruit users can fully transform into their animal.
Quick as a whip, one arm wrapped itself around the dazed Hina, the powerful limb pinning down her arms while sharp suckers latched into the skin. The long silk gown allowed her legs some protection, but only from the chitin; the tentacle itself twined about her entire body until she was completely trapped, squeezing so tightly Nami could hear some of the Marine’s bones pop.
“You should have just been a good girl and agreed to be my secretary instead of hiding behind Sengoku,” he said, voice even more distorted now that his mouth was mainly beak. He dragged her close so he could glare at her through one massive, soggy eye. “I would have treated you nicely—given you more than you deserve. All you had to do was look pretty, spread your legs, and know your place!”
Hina bit down on her cries of pain as Harpin gave her another squeeze, laughing at her attempts to remain defiant. “Pity you had to play so hard to get, Hina-chan. At least Smoker won’t have to mourn you long; he’ll join you in Hell once I’ve finished ripping him to pieces!”
“Fuck…you,” she gasped out, glaring down at the hideous creature even as her bones creaked in his powerful grasp.
Looking on, Nami knew Hina was outmatched, and there was little that the Straw Hat navigator could do to help her. It was better to take the chance to run and live, maybe even find Smoker and tell him to help his friend, as unlikely as it would be that he’d get to her in time. Besides, if she didn’t get out now, she’d be next, and if Hina did manage to beat him, all she could count on a one-way trip to Impel Down.
But that pink hair, cigarette, and determination was just far too familiar, and Nami always had a soft spot for female Marines. Plus, she did owe her for the earlier rescue.
“Thunder Ball!” she shouted, launching a barrage of small electric bolts at the giant squid. She knew it wouldn’t do as much damage as a concentrated lightning strike, but it was just enough to distract him, keeping Hina from getting crushed.
Harpin let out what Nami assumed were yelps of pain before he turned his full attention on her. Grey skin sizzled slightly where the shocks had hit—his skin was rubbery, but it wasn’t rubber. Unlike Luffy, Harpin clearly still took damage from electricity. Nami didn’t have time to gloat, though, as one of the clubbed tentacles raised itself high before swinging down, slamming into the floor right in front of the safe, missing the thief as she dodged just in time.
The force of the blow, combined with the time Nami had been standing on the pressure tile, activated the trapped suit of armor, releasing the halberd from the knight’s grasp to fall onto the massive limb. The sharp blade didn’t quite slice all the way through the slimy club, but it did open a deep gash, blue blood gushing out.
“You bitch!” the giant squid cried, pulling the wounded arm back to inspect the cut, shocked that one of his own traps had been used against him.
Cat-like smile stretched across her face, Nami replied, “Oh, that’s nothing. Didn’t I say there would be thunderstorms tonight? Well, it’s not over yet!”
“Are you seriously—” Harpin began, only to be interrupted by a low rumble from above.
As he looked up, a bolt of lightning came down from the forgotten cloud, striking through the center of the arm constricting Hina as it connected to the Clima-Tact. “Thunder Lance Tempo!”
Once more the foul scent of sizzling sea creature filled her nose, and the concentrated electrical blast was just enough to cripple the limb holding Hina, the blackened flesh smoking and oozing blood in places. A horrific scream of agony rang out from the creature, the closest equivalent she could think of being nails on chalkboard. The limb wasn’t severed like Nami’d hoped, but while it still gripped the captive Marine, her face was much more relaxed, the crushing pressure significantly lessened as it flopped on the floor.
However, the Cat Thief now had a new problem; Harpin was hurt, furious, and his enormous, hateful eyes were fixated squarely on her.
Before she could hide herself or cast another lightning strike she was scooped up by a different tentacle, its grip ten times stronger than before, the serrated suckers the size of peach stones and digging deeper into her skin. She didn’t have Hina’s restraint, screaming as he maliciously began crushing her chest, bit by bit squeezing the life out of her.
“You worthless, stupid, wicked twat!” he snarled, bringing her so close Nami could see her pained, terrified reflection in his watery eye. “I’ll make you pay for that! You should have run while you had the chance! Now who’s going to save you, pirate whore?!”
The answer came in the form of Law and Smoker crashing through the windows, the Marine’s thick smoke clouds wrapped around the surgeon’s waist while their weapons locked in a stalemate. Trapped in the smoke were two large barrels of gunpowder. Shattered glass from the windows floated through the air, forcing Smoker to shield his eyes, giving Law an opening to punch him in the jaw, causing him to fling the pirate and the barrels deeper into the room.
Switching his body and the tumbling barrels with debris, Law smirked up at his opponent, patting one of the bombs as it settled next to him. “Gonna have to try harder than that to get these away from me, White Chase-ya.”
“I’m gonna tear your fucking head off, Trafalgar!” Smoker countered still wiping away the glass. His suit was shredded and smoldering faintly in some places while his jitte had a few scorch marks on it. Law must have taken the bombs meant for the third distraction to use against the Marine. Nami had been so caught up dealing with the Baron she hadn’t even noticed they’d never gone off.
Panting lightly, the Heart Captain brandished his cane sword, preparing to strike, only to pause as he took in the state of the room. He’d lost his mask and coat at some point and his lip was bleeding, but at least he was in one piece. More importantly, once he saw what kind of situation Nami had gotten herself into, he used his powers to switch her with one of the barrels.
She barely had time to regain her footing before he ordered, “Nami-ya, a spark to light the fuse, please.”
“Screw the fuse,” she gasped, gulping down air. Her Thunder Lance Tempo crashed through the wooden barrel, quickly setting off the explosive powder, making Harpin bellow as the tentacle was reduced to nothing more than a stump, enormous body flailing backwards to avoid the flames and shrapnel from damaging his face.
At the sound, Law finally gave the creature attached to the tentacle a good look, color draining from his face at the massive sea monster. “Well shit,” he said as he pushed her behind him, ready to fend off further tentacle strikes. “He’s actually a Devil Fruit user.”
“You owe me so much money for this!” Nami practically sobbed in relief, clutching the back of his vest.
“I’ll pay you when we don’t have a fucking squid monster trying to kill us.”
“And who the hell are you?” Harpin snapped, furious that his prey had been snatched from his sticky grasp once again.
“No one,” Law answered coolly, expanding his Room and slashing at the tentacle whipping towards them. It fell to the ground, wiggling and twitching, and Nami sent another blast of lightning at it for good measure.
“The fuck is Trafalgar Law doing with Cat Thief Nami?” Smoker growled to Hina as he slammed his jitte into the tentacle restraining her, the Seastone tip forcing it to go limp as Harpin howled in pain. Once he’d managed to clear the glass from his eyes, he too had decided aiding his companion was a higher priority than taking out his opponent.
“Are you surprised?” she asked dryly as she peeled the suckers from her skin, wincing at the rings left behind. “Perhaps saving Straw Hats is his new hobby.”
“Well, put them in a cage so we can focus on kicking Harpin’s ass!” he snapped as a shadow fell across him.
“Thunder Lance Tempo!” he heard the female pirate cry out, and he whipped around, ready to defend himself, when he was blinded by a lightning bolt flashing right in front of his face.
When the blotchy spots cleared from his vision, Smoker looked down to find a sizzling lump of squid flesh at his feet, the rest of the tentacle gingerly dragging the mangled tip away.
Hina gave Nami a grateful smile, and an unspoken understanding passed between them. “I only have so much energy and would rather let a few pirates gain a one-day head start if it means taking down a man who’s been leaking government secrets.”
Smoker’s eyes widened in comprehension, then narrowed in annoyance. “Are you shittin’ me?!”
Rather than hear out their argument, Nami urgently tugged Law’s vest. “I think the Navy’s got this covered. They don’t need us getting in their way.”
The way the line of his mouth hardened indicated he wasn’t thrilled with the idea, however, when he noticed the three hardcover ledgers she’d scooped off the floor, he nodded in acceptance. Grabbing her free arm, he turned towards the door, but Harpin was already two steps ahead of them, a massive tentacle batting the safe off its pressure-sensitive tile as easily as a cat would tip over a glass of water. Iron grates shot down over the entrance and windows, cutting off their escape routes.
Before Law could use his Room to bypass the gate, another tentacle whipped forward, smashing into his spine and knocking him into a wall, dragging Nami along with him. It was only sheer instinct that allowed him to turn midair and shield the smaller pirate from the hard impact, but as she reoriented herself, she immediately began to panic.
“Law!” Nami shouted, frantically checking to make sure he was breathing. “Oh, God, please tell me you’re alright!”
“Fuck,” he hissed, cracking an eye open as his teeth grit against the pain.
At least he’s alive, she thought, heart thundering in her chest. “Can you move? Is anything broken?”
Despite the obvious distress he was in, he gave a weak smirk. “And here I thought I was the doctor.”
Behind them, Nami could hear Smoker shout “White Blow!” a sickening, squishy sound filling her ears as the blast made impact with Harpin’s rubbery head. Glancing over her shoulder, she found the Marine standing in front of her, thick white smoke billowing from his arms, the dense clouds wrapping around the flailing tentacles like manacles. “Hina, if we live through this, you’re buying me dinner! All you can eat seafood!”
“Fine, but I’ll skip the calamari,” Hina coughed, slamming her Kimono Sleeve into the open wound of the pinned-down club, smirking slightly when the Baron let out a pained scream. The halberd’s gash hadn’t been deep, but even a creature resilient to physical strikes wouldn’t like a metal pole shoved inside a cut.
Unfortunately, their moment of victory didn’t last long, as Harpin had another trick up his sleeve; flexing his stomach, a spray of inky mist filled the room, blinding the quartet of humans, distracting both Smoker and Hina enough that Harpin was able to wiggle his way out of their traps.
“Hahaha! What are you going to do now?” the giant squid gloated, grunts of pain sounding from the pair of Marines. The floor shook as something repeatedly slammed into it, tiles cracking followed by more groans. “You can’t see me, but you’re all easy enough to find; squid are designed to hunt in virtual darkness!”
“Not much of an advantage when you take up half the room, you freaky bastard,” Law wheezed.
Though she couldn’t see her companion, she could feel him gingerly trying pull himself into a sitting position beneath her. Ok, if he’s snarking, he should be ok, she assured herself as she blindly got to her feet. Muscle memory and familiarity allowed her to assemble her batons properly, and following Harpin’s maniacal laughter, Nami tossed her Clima-Tact in what she hoped was the right direction. “Cyclone Tempo!”
His angry shouts told her she’d hit her mark, and with the ink cleared from the air, she was able to blink away the black film that formed over her eyes. Vision cleared, she was startled to find both Smoker and Hina in his grasp, the serrated rings in his suckers puncturing their skin, the muscular tentacles squeezing them like a pair of toothpaste tubes. Smoker looked far worse for wear, and she understood why as the squid bashed him against the floor like a child trying to break a toy soldier during a tantrum.
Seeing the lone thief before him, Harpin laughed again, taking a break from abusing his former subordinate. “Seems it’s my lucky night; all my problems will be solved in one fell swoop! I can frame Trafalgar Law for Smoker and Hina-chan’s murders and for those little information leaks—the World Government will be happy to pin the blame on him over one of their own, especially if it means I won’t release some rather scandalous information to Big News Morgans. Those charges against me will be dropped in no time!” he cried joyously, a third arm plucking Law from the rubble behind Nami, giving all three of his victims a harsh squeeze. “Add in the arrest of all those pathetic fishermen and their families for ‘aiding’ the Heart Pirates, and I’ll finally have my beautiful island all to myself! No more low-class trash or eyesore shanties—just beautiful women and fancy parties!”
His enormous eyes zeroed in on his final opponent. “That just leaves you, Nami-chan. Since I’m in such a good mood, I’ll give you a choice; be handed over to the Navy with your boyfriend or stay as my pretty plaything. After the trouble you’ve caused me, I can’t promise I’ll be gentle, but I can assure you, it’ll be better than what they’ll have in store for you at Impel Down.”
As Law, Smoker, and Hina cried out in pain from the crushing pressure of Harpin’s grip, Nami ran through her options. The choices he’d offered weren’t even worth considering. She couldn’t run; even if she weren’t trapped, she couldn’t just leave Law and the two Marines to their fates, nor risk Harpin framing the innocent villagers for an attack they weren’t involved in. Bargaining was pointless as the Baron held all the cards. Nami considered pleading for mercy, but she was positive that it would do nothing but stoke the squid’s massive ego and possibly sign herself up for an even worse fate—if Harpin was willing to blackmail his own companions, who was to say he wouldn’t force her to commit any number of depraved acts for the sake of her companions’ lives?
Spying the remaining two barrels of gunpowder, she came to a decision. With a shout of “Cyclone Tempo!” she launched them at him, pleased when he instinctively knocked them aside with his last pair of uninjured tentacles. She had no intention of setting them off; there was too much of a chance that the others would get caught in the explosion.
They did, however, distract Harpin enough to let her dash the twenty feet she needed to reach the entrance.
“Did you forget about the gate, stupid girl?” he called mockingly as he realized where she’d run.
Instead of answering verbally, Nami smirked as she stomped her foot down on one of the tiles in the third row, praying that the mechanisms hadn’t been damaged during the battle.
The result was better than she could have hoped; a Seastone net the size of the room itself plummeted from the ceiling, smashing into the huge, hideous creature, narrowly missing Nami as she sprang back and squeezed her small body against the grate, taking advantage of the narrow shelter provided by the threshold. Loud groans from the four Devil Fruit users rang out, all their strengths sapped but the thick tentacles around the three humans loosening, their rubbery bulk also providing ample protection against the force of the heavy net.
“Cat Thief, I’m not sure if I hate you more or less than your captain right now,” Smoker wheezed. His forehead was bleeding, his nose looked broken, and his beefy body would probably be one big bruise in the morning, but he was still alive.
“Be grateful,” Nami panted, walking out into the room to collect the black ledgers. “Luffy would have punched him through the floor; I at least left the room intact.”
Either the Gods of Dramatic Irony decided such a statement couldn’t be left alone or Luffy had died and his ghost was haunting her, but beneath her feet, thin fissures began to form.
“Smoker,” Hina asked softly, “you memorized the blueprints of the mansion. What’s below us?”
Briefly, Law and Smoker shared a guilty glance. “The art gallery. Which Trafalgar and I might have briefly…tussled in.”
“Tussled?”
“I may have bashed his head into a potentially load-bearing pillar or two.”
“And I may have cut a few more,” Law added weakly.
As the cracks grew wider, Hina sighed. “And of course, below that is the spa, which has surely sustained massive water damage by now due to Smoker breaking the pipes.”
There was no way to deny it—from the battles to the bombs to the sabotage, the structural integrity of the room had been compromised. Comical tears streamed down Nami’s face as she collapsed to her knees. “We’re all gonna die.”
Trapped as they all were, there was no choice but to watch the cracks grow larger and larger before the floor finally broke apart like a jigsaw puzzle. Harpin’s much heavier bulk mixed with the force of gravity caused him to smash through the floors of two more ceilings, finally crashing into the first floor. His squishy body did provide ample cushioning for the Cat Thief, though, as she bounced off his elastic head, landing hard but safely on the floor.
When the smoke cleared, Nami realized that they’d landed at the far end of the ballroom. Most of the guests had chosen to use the room as a shelter instead of evacuating and possibly facing what they believed to be an angry mob of villagers, but Reginald had managed to herd them all into the corner closest to the entrance where it was safest, and conveniently away from the spot Harpin’s hulking form had landed.
Luck was once again briefly on the pirates’ side as the fall had also managed to dislodge Law from both the tentacle and the net, freeing him. Tired, dirty, but not as badly injured as assumed, he unsteadily got to his feet, grinning slightly when Nami immediately rushed to his side, juggling the books under her arm, ready to catch him if he fell.
“Are you ok?”
“Better than I was under the Seastone net,” he assured. “That was quick thinking back there. I’m just sorry you had to face him alone.”
“Is the crew ok?”
“Shachi’s team has some pretty bad injuries, but Penguin’s was able to evacuate them while I took on White Chase.”
She let out a sigh of relief. Of course he hadn’t abandoned her; the others had just been in more immediate danger. He wouldn’t have even left her in the first place if he hadn’t known they needed his help. And once he saw she was in trouble, he’d immediately saved her and was even apologizing for the fact that he hadn’t been there sooner.
He wasn’t Luffy, but she was grateful her temporary captain had her back.
Grey eyes shifted towards the small red circles that littered Nami’s skin, and she could see him taking stock of her various minor injuries. His glare intensified as it landed on the smaller rings wrapped around her upper thighs, his highly intelligent brain easily deducing what she’d gone through while he’d been off fighting Smoker. “Since we’re back in the ballroom, I guess I get to play the part of ‘jealous boyfriend’ again,” he said lowly, dark tone sending a shiver down her spine.
“What?”
Pulling out of her grasp, he nodded to the books under her arm. “Hold onto those while I thank the Baron for his hospitality; I’ve got just enough strength for two more big techniques.”
Bad as their own states were, their host was far worse off, the Seastone net still twisted around his bulbous head, pinning him to the floor as Hina and Smoker lay barely conscious in his limp tentacles. His beachball-sized eyes glared at the two pirates that had ruined his plans before bulging further as his guests began screaming in horror.
“Dear god, what is that thing?!” a woman cried, pointing at their host.
“What kind of monster has Harpin been keeping?”
“Gerald, must you show that form in public?” Beatrix shouted, appalled.
“Miss Bellemere, is that you?” Reginald called out. He must have recognized her mask, or at least Law standing next to her. His eyes widened as he took in her infamous tattoo and mikan hair. “Gracious, you’re a pirate?”
Somehow, despite the giant squid that had crashed through the ceiling, it was the word “pirate” that sent the crowd into a frenzy.
“Pirates are leading the villagers’ rebellion!”
“No, they must have murdered the townspeople and are now here for us!”
“Where are those Marines?”
“They’re trapped under the net with that monster!”
“Don’t worry; I’ll take care of this!” Kujakumaru shouted, grabbing Law’s fallen cane sword and lunging at Nami.
Exhausted though she was, she still had the strength to sidestep the untrained fop, tripping him before smacking him over the head with her Clima-Tact.
“Nice one,” Law chuckled as he staggered over to Harpin’s pinned form, a sadistic grin on his face as he stared down at the trapped former Intelligence Officer. “Weaklings like him are lucky to be left alive.”
“Law?” Nami murmured in concern, hovering slightly.
Glancing over his shoulder at her, Law’s eyes were filled with wicked excitement and pride. “I said I had the energy for two more techniques, didn’t I? Well, I’ve been looking for a decent subject to test this first one on. So good of Harpin to donate his body to science.”
Before Nami could reason with him to use his powers to get them out of there, a small blade of green, crackling energy formed in his hand. Without even a moment of hesitation, he stabbed it into Harpin’s big, watery eye.
“Gamma Knife!”
A violent tremor rocked the giant squid’s rubbery body as Harpin let out a truly inhuman shriek of agony, blue blood exploding from his beak before going completely still, the spark of life visibly fading in his eyes.
When Law started to sway, Nami grabbed him around the waist, looping his arm over her shoulder and letting him lean on her for support. “What was that?” she asked, voice somewhere between horror and awe.
Panting, he replied, “An attack I’ve been working on. Completely destroys the body from the inside. Figured it was the best way to finish that creep, since external damage wasn’t doing the job.”
Inside, she was torn. Harpin had been a monster, a lecherous creep, an asshole, and a very real danger to the world, Navy and Pirates alike, with the information he had. Even with Smoker and Hina’s testimonies and the ledgers as proof, his extensive connections with the World Government and Underworld meant there was no guarantee that, if left alive, he’d really pay for his crimes.
But in her entire time sailing with Luffy, she’d never seen her captain kill anyone. Not Arlong, Enel, or Crocodile. He left them a broken, bloody mess, dreams destroyed and helpless as the Navy sent them off to prison, but alive. The Straw Hat captain was a reckless fool and a pirate, but he wasn’t a murderer.
Law had just killed a man like it was nothing.
A little part of her wondered if he’d always been planning on taking Baron Harpin Gerald’s life, or if seeing the painful and suggestive marks on her skin had sealed his fate.
Conflicted as her feelings were, Nami didn’t allow her hold to loosen as Law slumped a little harder against her. She could feel his body tremble, his breath coming out in short, staggering pants, his heart pounding beneath her hand.
It seemed her unflinching support was appreciated, as Law gave a tired wink as he activated his Room, spreading it so widely she had to look out the window to see the faint blue edge at the far side of the island.
“What’s he doing?”
“Oh my God, he’s the Surgeon of Death!”
“We’re all going to die!”
Taking a deep breath, Law ignored the crowd’s panicked cries, softly murmuring, “Scan. Shambles.”
In a blink, the duo was whisked from the ballroom to the other side of the island, the Polar Tang waiting in the cove, the rest of the Heart Pirates immediately rushing forward to check on their captain. Law waved off their concerned questions, but Nami shrieked as she was dragged down to the sandy ground as he collapsed to his knees in exhaustion. Now she understood why he’d been against using his powers until necessary; doing all that on such a large scale, plus his fights with Smoker and Harpin, was draining.
Her concern only distracted her for so long, though. As she looked around, she realized they were surrounded by solid gold statues, jewelry, the buffet, the ledgers, and blessedly, her dress, leather wallets spilling out of the hidden pockets. Gleeful that not only were they alive but that he’d kept his promise, her grip around him shifted into a grateful hug, her lips unconsciously brushing against his cheek in thanks.
Law opened one exhausted eye. “Everyone start loading up the loot.” The last syllable barely left his lips before his eyes rolled back and he completely passed out in Nami’s arms, head lolling until it was squished against the Cat Thief’s chest.
“Captain!” the crew cried out.
Terrified that she might be holding a corpse, Nami pressed her fingers to his neck, heaving a massive sigh of relief when she felt a steady pulse. “He’s alive,” she assured the hovering pirates, attempting to shift the dead weight of their captain so he didn’t smother himself in her cleavage.
“Holy crap, Nami, you both look like shit!” Ikkaku said as she kneeled down to help, too concerned to even tease her about the fact that she hadn’t even hit Law for using her breasts as a pillow.
“It’s been a long night,” she sighed as they finally managed to maneuver him so he was lying flat on the ground. As if annoyed at the loss of his comfortable headrest, his brow furrowed briefly, but after a moment smoothed out as he fully succumbed to his exhaustion.
There was still work to be done, though, and Nami accepted her roommate’s proffered hand, letting her pull her to her feet. With a quick glance around, she raised an eyebrow. “Hey, there’s no way we can eat everything from the buffet before it goes bad. Load up what you can, but before we go, do you think you can help me get some of these leftovers to the town?”
“The Marines will be swarming the place within an hour.”
“Harpin’s call for backup was already denied and Smoker and Hina were barely conscious when we left. Even if they did wake up, they’re going to have their hands full up at the mansion. I don’t think we have to worry for a while yet.” Despite her stinging cuts, sore muscles, and flagging energy, Nami gave a cat-like grin. “In the meantime, the food’ll make an excellent bribe to convince the townsfolk not to tell them about these caves.”
Shaking her head in amusement, Ikkaku simply replied, “Whatever you say, Nami.”
XXX
Several hours later Nami staggered into her quarters, only pausing to check that all three black-bound ledgers were still on her desk before letting out a sigh of relief and collapsing into the vanity’s plush chair. The work had been non-stop; they’d been short-staffed in terms of loading up the treasure into the cargo hold. Even Nami had been roped into partaking in physical labor, barely even given enough time to drop off her dress and the ledgers and change into more sensible footwear before she’d been put to work.
It couldn’t be helped. The majority of Shachi’s group was recovering in the infirmary, the second mate’s wounds the worst with a broken arm and three cracked ribs. Bepo had seen him try to take on Smoker by himself to protect the others, and according to the bear, he’d be far worse off if Law hadn’t arrived in time to save him.
Speaking of, while Law could have moved all the food and treasure in an instant, it was universally agreed that they weren’t going to wait around for him to regain consciousness just so he could overuse his powers again. Penguin had even insisted on carrying him to his quarters before heading to infirmary to act as interim doctor, the First Mate piggybacking the taller man awkwardly, but refusing any help. It had been kind of sweet, watching him take such a big-brother role, and it confirmed in her mind that the crew cared for each other just as much as the Straw Hats did.
At least her own injuries hadn’t been too debilitating, and once they’d gotten everything they could into the ship Ikkaku had roped Bepo, Jean-Bart, and Clione into helping transport the remaining food into the town. Late as the evening was, the villagers had been absolutely in shock as they stumbled out of their shacks, staring at the massive feast that had been laid out before them. Several had even rubbed their eyes in disbelief, clearly thinking it was some kind of dream. Once they realized what was actually happening, though, the whole town had let out a cheer, and Nami had been blessed with a hug from the little girl from earlier, the child recognizing the thief’s jewelry and mischievous smile.
Nami was a bit sad to have to leave, as the townsfolk had asked the pirates to stay and celebrate the Baron’s downfall, but the navigator wasn’t going to squander that one-day head-start Hina had promised and had immediately ordered Jean-Bart to get them out into the open sea. Once Tokken Island was nothing more than a speck in the distance, she’d handed the reigns over to Bepo; he’d shyly informed her that Law had discussed an escape route and destination before the mission had even started.
Now she was back in her room, finally able to take a moment to herself. Ikkaku would be gone at least a few more hours; she’d insisted on monitoring the engine, making sure the additional weight of the treasure wouldn’t put too much strain on the ship. She’d given the hickey on Nami’s neck a meaningful look, though, and the navigator hadn’t even bothered trying to play it off as one of Harpin’s suction marks. Looking at it in the mirror, she knew that was the right call; only an idiot would assume the plum-colored blemish was in any way related to the bright red rings.
“Pervy jerk,” she grumbled, tearing her eyes from the hickey to focus on wiping off her makeup. “Maybe Ikkaku has a cute scarf I could borrow.”
A brief knock interrupted her musings, so she called out “Come in!” assuming it was Bepo asking for her input on their heading. To her surprise, it was Law who sidled through the door. He was once more in his normal hoodie and spotted jeans, colored contacts gone, dark circles proudly visible under his eyes. The black hair dye was still in, but it would likely be fully washed out and back to its original midnight blue in no more than a week.
“Here for your hat?” Nami asked, indicating the black-spotted accessory on the bed. She’d noticed it when she’d dropped off her things and had planned on returning it in the morning. Even she wasn’t mean enough to disturb an exhausted swordsman just to get his hat out of her room.
Plopping the fuzzy accessory onto his head, Law stood behind the back of her chair, pulling something from his jeans pocket. “Among other things.”
The cool touch of gold made goosebumps rise across her collarbone, and she gasped as she recognized Beatrix’s extravagant, heart-shaped diamond necklace as it settled against her throat.
“Is this—?”
“Let it never be said Dr. Goodheart doesn’t spoil his woman,” he chuckled in her ear as he secured the delicate clasp behind her neck. “Consider it my payment for being my date tonight. I estimate that yellow diamond alone is worth at least ten times the forty-five million belli I accrued for three hours of your company. You can count the other thirty diamonds as reparations for dealing with such a shit host.”
Unbidden, a tiny smile came to her lips. She was good at reading between the lines, and this was definitely Law’s way of begging forgiveness for the absolute shitshow she’d endured because he’d left. To be honest, it wasn’t necessary. After hearing about the state Shachi was in, she couldn’t bring herself to blame him—if that had been Usopp or Sanji or Robin, she’d have done the same.
Not that she was going to let him know that. He might take the necklace back.
“Hmmm, I guess it’s acceptable,” she replied coyly, admiring herself in the mirror. The diamonds sparkled elegantly in the light, the pale yellow heart resting precisely in the divot of her collarbone. “Though with all the chaos, I’m impressed even thought to grab it when we left.”
Behind her, Law’s wide grin was devious and self-satisfied. “Oh, no, I grabbed it when I set the curtain on fire. Even if I came away with nothing else, I was making damn sure I got this after that crazy bitch had the gall to insult you.”
Oddly flattered that he’d put in the effort to get her such a luxurious gift and revenge on the woman who’d dared to call her “cheap,” Nami gave him a soft, genuine smile. She wouldn’t even sell it, since he was being so sweet. “Thank you. It’s gorgeous.”
“You carry it better than she does, anyway,” he replied, thumb idly rubbing little circles on her shoulders. “I think you should wear it to the next party.”
Without the gloves, his hands were deliciously warm against her skin and it was oddly nice to see the tattoos on his fingers again. Like the bags under his eyes, they were such a familiar part of him that she’d unconsciously begun to miss. “Hard pass. Tonight was a clusterfuck, and I think I’ll stick to hitting bars. At least there I can beat the crap out of the horny assholes dumb enough to grope me.”
“Fair.” Carefully turning her chair around, he pulled a small first-aid kit out of his hoodie pocket. From the little white box he removed some gauze, antiseptic, and medical tape. Pouring a bit of the clear alcohol onto a small square of white cotton, he gently dabbed at the scabbed-over cuts on her clavicle. “I promised I’d clean these up when we got back to the ship, and I wanted to get a better look at those suction marks. Did you even bother getting these checked over earlier?” he scolded.
Red crept across her face as she realized she’d completely forgotten about her own injuries. “Shachi’s team needed the medical attention way more than me; I figured I could wait until they were out of the woods.” She winced as the sting of alcohol irritated Beatrix’s claw marks but knew better than to complain.
“Of course. It had nothing to do with you being distracted by piles of treasure.” After carefully taping a wide gauze bandage over the cuts, he turned his attention to the sucker marks. His frown darkened as he got a better look at the rings across her thighs. “In the interest of doing my job as your doctor, I have to ask; were all the injuries you received from Harpin external, or should I scan you for internal trauma?”
Her eyes widened and the blood drained from her cheeks as she registered what he was suggesting. “No I…I’m fine. He didn’t…I mean, he groped me and I’m sure if Hina hadn’t arrived—”
Law held up his hand, halting her uncomfortable stammering. “Again, I’m truly sorry you had to deal with him on your own. I knew he was a creep and a pervert, but I swear I thought he was a normal human—someone you could hold off on your own if necessary.”
“It’s ok,” she assured, anxiously rubbing her arms. She really didn’t want to dwell on what Harpin could have done to her if Hina hadn’t shown up. Given the Marine’s willingness to release her from his lecherous grasp, Nami wondered if she’d been in that position herself, or at least seen comrades treated similarly. After all, he had at least a hundred reported accusations of sexual harassment against him. The Navy really needed to stop giving such monsters seats of power. “I guess I should be flattered that you had faith in me to take out a former Marine officer.”
“I promise to never make that mistake again. Once things have settled down, we’re beginning combat training. Your weather attacks are impressive, but they won’t work in every situation,” he said seriously as he turned his focus to her wrists. Taking a silver tube out of his hoodie’s pocket, he squirted a small amount of thick, grey cream into his palm before massaging it into the thumbprint-sized rings. Cool and slightly minty, Nami could immediately feel it begin to soothe her sore muscles and stinging marks.
“I’m pretty sure the odds are good that we’ll never run into another squid-guy,” she joked weakly.
“True, and I suppose he could have been so much worse.”
“How?”
“Did you know several species of squid are cannibals?”
Stomach churning in disgust, her mind frantically fought against the images that tried to wrestle their way into the forefront of her mind. “Ew ew ew! Oh god, how do you even know that?”
The corner of his mouth quirked upwards in amusement as he worked the cream into the larger circles on her upper arms. “When you spend a lot of time in a submarine, one of the main ways to pass the time is studying the habits of underwater creatures. Clione’s even started writing a book about some of the things we’ve seen.”
“Ugh! Remind me to never read it!”
Squeezing another dollop of cream into his palm, he chuckled. “I make no such promise as his research has been extremely beneficial. Right now, he’s studying a skin and blood sample from one of my own sucker marks to be safe, but he assures me that giant squid aren’t venomous. I am ordering you to report any dizziness, shortness of breath, swelling, or other unusual symptoms, though.”
“Fine,” she sighed as he let go of her arms to crouch between her legs. She jerked violently as his long fingers wrapped around her calf, leg kicking out while her heart hammered against her chest with instinctual panic. With the cream coating his skin, the sensation was far too similar to the texture of Harpin’s tentacles slithering across her flesh. Law must have drawn a similar conclusion, as he mumbled an apology, holding his hands up to show he meant no harm.
Nami immediately felt guilty and mentally berated herself. Sure, Law could be forward, but she knew he was no threat compared to Harpin. Yes, he flirted and stared, but if the disgust he showed towards the mere possibility that she’d been sexually assaulted was anything to go by, he wasn’t that kind of threat. She had no reason to be afraid of him.
Taking a few calming breaths, she met his eyes, nodding down at her leg. “It’s fine. Go ahead, doctor.”
As if she were a skittish doe, he slowly and cautiously placed his hand on her shin, pleased when she remained completely still, even though he could still feel the tension in her muscles. Slow and gentle, he focused on massaging it into her left calf with both hands, keeping his hands where she could see them.
“So,” he began, glancing up at her from his place on the floor, “where are you taking me for dinner?”
“What are you talking about?” she asked, eyes locked on the way his fingers splayed out and he rubbed careful, broad circles over each contusion. It seemed he was doing everything he could to make his hands feel as different from the invasive tentacles as possible.
“The dinner you owe me for losing the bet.”
“Fucking excuse you?” she snapped, sitting up straight in her chair so she could properly glare down at him.
A dark eyebrow raised in challenge, though only amusement danced in his amber eyes. “You only got seven wallets before escaping the ballroom. That means you’re paying for our victory dinner.”
“Um, no, I grabbed six more as I ran out,” she huffed, crossing her arms.
“Did you really?”
“Yes!”
“Too bad you can’t prove it.”
“My word’s enough!”
“It’s absolutely adorable that you think I’d trust your word when money’s on the line.”
Furious though she was, she knew he had a point and she really couldn’t prove that she which wallets were stolen when, so she switched tactics. “That reminds me; you owe me an extra fifty million belli for your shitty intel, and no, the necklace doesn’t count towards that.”
“Do you accept gold bars?”
She blinked, surprised. “Um, sure.”
A narrow shoulder lifted in a relaxed shrug “Then you’ll get your payment after I get that ugly-ass squid statue melted down on Knox Island.”
“You grabbed that?” She’d noticed a few gold statues being loaded up, but in the excitement of all that treasure, she hadn’t really registered that it was the one from Harpin’s office.
“I decided I deserved a bonus for everything I’ve put up with tonight, though I grabbed just about everything of value I could. Even if we couldn’t fit it all in the cargo hold, stealing and scattering Harpin’s possessions throughout the island will make it harder for the authorities to figure out what we actually took until after we’ve sold it.”
“Good thinking.”
His smug grin made it clear he knew exactly how clever he was. A more liberal dollop of cream filled his palm, and without even asking he began massaging it into her right thigh. It only then registered that throughout their argument, he’d finished treating both her calves without her even noticing, if the cool tingle dancing across her skin was anything to go by. He’d easily managed to distract her from his actions, and she must have unconsciously gotten used to the feeling of his hands on her legs, as she barely twitched when his calloused palms touched her.
Unfortunately, she now had a different problem—he was intimately close, hands thoroughly rubbing the cream into the sensitive flesh of her thighs, and hot blood immediately rushed to her cheeks as she took in the picture the handsome captain made kneeling between her spread legs.
“What is that stuff, anyway?” she asked, trying to keep herself distracted, though this time for very different reasons.
“It’s a special salve I developed. It soothes the pain, plus speeds up the healing process. I’ve found it’s damn good on welts, bruises, contusions, and other unseemly blemishes.”
“How do you make it?”
“It’s plant-based, actually. I found a unique type of aloe on a jungle island, among several other interesting medicinal plants. That’s actually why I’m so invested in your greenhouse idea; I’d like to plant some of the seeds so I can replenish my stores once they run low.”
He may be a pirate, but he definitely takes his medical duties seriously, she thought with a hint of fondness.
Nami noticed then that, despite how suggestive his position was and how risqué the area he was massaging the thick cream into might have been, his actions were cold and clinical. He was in full-on doctor mode, all his focus on treating a patient.
It also didn’t escape her attention that, once more, he didn’t seem to be moved by the amount of skin on display. She was still in her skimpy bodysuit, and considering how many times she’d caught Uni, Clione, and others staring at her and sporting nosebleeds, she knew she looked sexy as hell, even with the sucker marks. She knew he wasn’t as easily impressed by women as the others, but did he find the marks that repulsive? Maybe the others just hadn’t been able to properly see them in the moonlight, or they’d been too fixated on her chest to notice.
Except Law also didn’t seem to be flirting with her as much as she’d expected. Hadn’t even teased her about the kiss, or even seemed aware that he’d passed out on her boobs earlier. Was he too focused to bother? Too tired? Or was he just not interested now that she was practically naked?
Deciding to test the waters as he switched to her other thigh, she quipped, “I don’t suppose that stuff works on hickeys, does it?”
“Oh, there’s not a chance in Hell this stuff’s going anywhere near your neck,” he said, glancing up at her with a tired but devilish smile. “I worked hard on that mark, and you’re going to wear it with pride.”
Ok, that was more like the Law she’d gotten used to, annoying as he was. “No, I’m going to slather it with concealer until it goes away on its own.”
His hands stilled their motions as his voice dropped an octave. “If I think you’ve put even a speck of makeup on that hickey, Nami-ya, I may have to leave something a little more…obvious.”
She swallowed hard, red tinging her cheeks. She wasn’t quite she what he had in mind, but she knew better than to ask when he started to get that hungry glint in his eyes. After all, if the hickey was payback for her sunburn prank, his punishment for covering it up was probably the kind of kinky shit Robin had told her about after a few too many glasses of wine on girls’ night.
Forcing away those kinds of thoughts, she huffed, “Fine, I’ll leave it alone. You’re just lucky I’m in a good mood from all the treasure we got.”
Salve thoroughly worked into her skin, Law finally stood. “Things might not have gone exactly as I planned, but in the end, I’d call tonight a success.” He strolled over to her desk, picking up the black ledger marked “Intel,” casually thumbing through it with a pleased grin. “Especially since we got what we came for. More, even.” He tsked sarcastically, grin stretching wider as he took in the various reports and formulas. “Look at all this classified information. The Navy should really send us a thank-you card for taking this away from an unscrupulous bastard like Harpin. I mean, who knows what kind of chaos could be stirred up if it got leaked to the Underworld?”
The sharp, maniacal gleam in his eyes sent tremors down Nami’s spine. “It…definitely could cause problems.”
“Absolutely. Imagine how people would react if they saw what Vegapunk and his subordinates got up to? Why, there’s a whole chapter here on the experiments performed on Punk Hazard—looks like a scientist named Caesar created a chemical weapon that nearly destroyed the whole island. And look,” he chuckled, turning the book to show Nami a complicated chemical formula, “there’s even a recipe.”
It suddenly dawned on Nami that as dangerous as such intel was with Harpin, Law might not be much better. He wasn’t like Luffy, who was too good-natured and direct to even consider using such backhanded means against the Navy. Nor was he like Arlong, who would have been too stupid to understand the scientific intel and instead focused on selling the blackmail. Robin and Franky were smart enough to understand and potentially use it, but they had the morals not to, especially if their captain was against it.
Law was intelligent, ambitious, connected, and unscrupulous. It was clear he had some sort of plan for what was in those books, and Nami wasn’t sure she liked it. These weren’t just military codes or dossiers on shichibukai.
This was the kind of stuff that could start an arms race.
White teeth sank into her lower lip. “Considering how dangerous that information is, then, I think we should get rid of those ledgers.”
“Excuse me?”
“Look, Hina may have only been specifically ordered to retrieve his blackmail materials, but Harpin was already being investigated for leaking classified intel to the Underworld—if the Navy thinks we took more than just gold, they’ll send every Fleet Admiral after us with extreme prejudice. We’re better off dumping them at a Marine base so they won’t consider us a threat.”
“Are you seriously saying you want me to give them back?” Gold eyes flashed with anger, and after hours of staring at the more muted grey, Nami found them all the more intense. She jumped when he slammed the book down onto the desk. “I did not fight a giant squid and nearly get my crew killed for nothing!”
“Wha—it wasn’t nothing! We got all that treasure—”
So quick she could have sworn he used his powers, Law was back in front of her. Long, tattooed fingers harshly grasped the back of the chair, trapping her in her seat. “I’ve told you before; I don’t give a shit about money. The information in those books is more valuable to me than everything in that mansion combined,” he sneered.
Brown eyes widened at his change of tone as she shrank back, immediately on-guard as his threatening aura surrounded her. “Look, Law, I know it’s been a rough night, but you have to listen to me; we can’t let that intel out into the world. I hate the World Government just like any other pirate, but if the Underworld gets hold of those blueprints and formulas, they’re not going to just be used on Marines—innocent civilians will be caught in the crossfire. There will be massacres across the Grand Line, wars could start—”
Leaning in so close their noses nearly touched, his glaring irises filled her vision. “Innocent civilians also get slaughtered to cover up the World Government’s crimes. I’ve seen genocide carried out because of greedy bastards who would rather kill thousands than admit they’d poisoned an entire city. That’s just the way it is, Nami-ya; the weak don’t get to decide how they die.”
Manicured nails dug into the armrests. For a moment she considered backing down, but all she could imagine was all the inevitable death that would come if she allowed that intel to find its way into the wrong hands. Swallowing hard, she replied, “You…sound like you speak from experience. Are you saying that if someone could have stopped that massacre, you would have told them not to?”
“It might never have happened in the first place if the truth that Amber Lead wasn’t contagious hadn’t been covered up!”
She gasped. She’d heard about Amber Lead and the tragedy of Flevance, but was he saying there was more to it than the world had been told? It wouldn’t surprise her, but…
Wait, he’d said he’d published papers on the effects of lead poisoning in children, she thought with dawning understanding. Had he discovered some government conspiracy, some sanctioned cover-up that had led to the genocide of the White City during his research? Was that why he wanted to out their secrets? Why he became a pirate instead of a doctor?
“There’s a difference between releasing information about a disease and selling weapons, though,” she said quietly, desperately hoping her uncombative tone would calm him down. “If those ledgers have methods for curing a disease, by all means, spread the word, but you know as well as I do that the formula to a weaponized gas in the wrong hands will bring nothing but disaster. And if innocent lives aren’t enough to convince you, think of your crew; aside from the Navy coming after you, how do you know whoever you sell that formula to wouldn’t immediately use it to take you out? After all, you could easily play both sides and sell them out for double the profit. A smart man would see Trafalgar Law and the Heart Pirates as their biggest threat and act accordingly.”
The grip on the chair behind her audibly tightened, and Nami was reminded that this wasn’t Luffy, or Usopp, or even Zoro she was dealing with; Law was a pirate known for his sadism and didn’t have her nakama’s qualms against killing. For a brief, terrifying moment, she feared he might shift his hands to crush her throat, but after a few slow, calming breaths, he dropped his arms and backed away.
His tone was significantly lighter as he stated, “I think there’s been a misunderstanding—I’m not looking to sell any of the intel in those books. Especially not the weapons research. It’s fascinating and will make for great bedtime reading, but at most it’s a passing curiosity. Something to entertain me on sleepless nights.”
“Then why go through all the trouble to get those ledgers?” she asked nervously.
“Because they have information I need to achieve my dream.”
“Information that’s worth the Navy and Underworld coming after you?”
The trademark smug smirk returned to his lips. “Concerned for my safety? I really must be growing on you.”
Pale hands fisted on her knees as she glared up at him. “After tonight, people are going to realize I’m sailing with the Heart Pirates; that means for the next year, your enemies are my enemies.”
“True, and we’re both smart enough to know that it’s better to avoid trouble.” As if sensing her need for more space, he backed up until he was leaning against her desk. “If you’re worried about Black Cage, I’m happy to compromise—we’ll take a photo of you burning the Personal ledger and send it to the nearest Navy base. That’s the one I’m the least interested in, and it should lower our threat level in their eyes.”
It wasn’t a bad plan. Blackmail and personal information on the Admirals was generally easier to sell and distribute than scientific research, as even a dummy could recognize their value. If the Marines saw they’d destroyed that, they’d likely assume they’d done the same with the rest so long as the secrets never got out. “What about the rest of it?”
“Like I said, I’m not looking to release anything dangerous, but I see no reason not to study it myself in case we ever encounter those weapons. If I can understand how a poisonous gas works, it’s easier to develop a cure, and that’s something I could certainly bid off to interested parties in the Underworld, or maybe the Revolutionaries would be willing to make me an offer.”
After the way he’d been acting, he was sounding a little too reasonable, instantly raising alarms in her mind. “How do I know I can trust you?”
“After everything we’ve been through tonight, you still doubt me?”
“Yes.”
He frowned briefly but didn’t seem surprised. Then again, he’d just lashed out at her over a misunderstanding—he’d be an idiot to assume she’d blindly trust his word. “I appreciate your honesty, at least. I suppose I’ll just have to find a way to prove myself.” Picking up the ledgers, he playfully tipped his hat. “Of course, I’m sure you’ll understand if I don’t trust leaving these with you. You might do something stupidly noble like destroy them before I can get what I need.”
“And what exactly is it you need?” she pressed.
As he opened the door, he grinned over his shoulder. “Now I’m not sure you’ve earned that information, Nami-ya, but you have time to change my mind. If you manage to show me I can trust you by the time we reach the Isles of Grimm, I’d be happy to discuss it over dinner. I’ll even concede the bet as a show of good faith.”
Much as she wanted to argue, the navigator knew better than to risk sailing back into a storm. Law had proven that night that he was loyal to those he worked with and wasn’t completely without honor. On the other hand, he was still willing to do whatever it took to get what he wanted, and anyone who got in his way would suffer his wrath. He had his own morals and plans—ones that might not coincide with hers.
Most importantly, he had the book on the shichibukai. It was clear he wouldn’t let her near the ledgers if he thought she might use the opportunity to double-cross him. If she had any hope of getting the information she sought on Jinbei and Kuma, she’d have to play nice and not rock the boat until she had her opening.
“Fine. But you’re going to have to work a little harder at earning my trust too, Trafalgar. I mean it when I say I don’t want any of those weapons specs finding their way to the Black Market.”
“A reasonable enough request. Now get some sleep, Nami-ya. If those marks haven’t faded in the next twenty-four hours, come to the infirmary for more salve.”
On that doctorly order he closed the door, leaving a concerned and confused navigator to stew over the night’s events.
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Prompt: Kirigiri has been investigating the girls in her class, determining which of them has the biggest butt. So far, none of them have been been any bigger than the detectives own fat rear.
“Okay, so... Huff... Shall we go over the facts?” Kirigiri wheezed, staring down the five other individuals that stood before around her in the class trial room.
“Uuuh... Do we have to? I’m getting bored here!” Monokuma groaned in his chair.
“Y-Y-Yeah, c-c-come on! I-I-I th-think w-we c-c-can come t-to a v-v-verdict...!” Toko spoke up, but quickly retreated back into her metaphorical shell as the gazes of her classmates drew to her.
Sakura closed her eyes, sighing, but still maintaining her imposing stance. “Well, I for one wouldn’t mind going over the case once more.”
Everyone in the room groaned in anguish, except for Kirigiri, who grinned. “Thank you, Sakura. Now then, here’s what we know...,” she began, folding her arms across her chest. “Sayaka Maizono was wandering through the dorms early this morning, when someone got the bright idea to uuuhh...” She paused for a moment, mentally preparing to utter words that she never thought she’d never speak in her life. “...Sit on her. We know this because... Umm... There was a large mark around Sayaka’s body that indicated perspiration from the killers posterior. A-After what we can assume was roughly three minutes of struggling, she suffocated, thus ending the life of the Ultimate Idol.”
Hina cast a sideways glance at the detective. “If she suffocated under someone’s butt then I think we all know who did it then...”
Kirigiri’s plump cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Hina was referring to how Kirigiri had, like some of the other individuals in the room, had gotten a “tad plump” as of late. But in drastic comparison, Kirigiri was more than “just fat”, she was downright morbidly obese! A bulk of her weight had gone mostly to her rear end. Sure, she had a big lardy apron of stomach that hung all he way down to her knees, but her ass easily outclassed it by a long shot. Each asscheek was the size of a large boulder, both coated in blubber and cellulite dimples. Due to standing for such an elongated amount of time and with almost four hundred kilograms of fat crushing down on her knees, droplets of sweat dripped down her buttcheeks, creating a small puddle at her feet.
“Wh-What are you trying to say?!” Kirigiri’s cheeks flushed from embarrassment from being called out for her weight.
“Y-Yeah! D-Don’t accuse Kirigiri of anything! We still don’t know who The Blackened actually is!” Chihiro finally spoke up after spending most of the trial in relative silence.
“But then that only begs the question...,” Sakura began. “How exactly do we go about determining who killed her?”
Kirigiri smirked through her baseball sizedcheeks. “Well... I do have one idea...” She glanced over at Monokuma. “Monokuma... Will you permit to get... Physical?”
Monokuma perked up in his seat at the notion. “Physical? Oooh... Interesting! I’ll permit it.”
“Thank you...,” the heavy detective shuffled from her podium, lumbering over to where Hina stood, heaving and wheezing all the while, sweat drenching her strained white button up.
Hina through her hands up defensively. “H-Hey! Wh-What are you trying to get at here?!”
Kirigiri stood solemnly, sizing up Hina’s curves. Due to being kind of a doughnut whore, Hina had definitely packed on the pounds, though she wasn’t nearly as big as Kirigiri, maybe only half her size. Her big bronze colored belly was barely even covered by her undersized t-shirt, spilling out and obscuring her thighs from view. However, a lot of her gain had been largely focused on her breasts, each boob hefty and perky, barely contained by her American custom brand M Cup bra.
Kirigiri breathed in. “Hina, can I inspect your rear?”
Hina’s cheeks flushed. “Wh-What do you- EEEP!” She began, but was quickly cut off by the feeling of a set of fingers feeling up her butt.
Kirigiri “inspected” the Ultimate Swimmers posterior, her gloved doughy digits rubbing themselves about across the surface of Hina’s shorts. Kirigiri focused for a bit on her movements. Hina didn’t quite posses the bottom they were looking for, merely chunky at best. Kirigiri felt a slight pang of jealousy at how most of Hina’s weight had been lucky enough to go to her chest, but she ignored it.
“Hmm... Well, I can safely say that you didn’t kill Sayaka,” Kirigiri announced.
“I see... So you’re trying to figure out the killer by copping a couple feels...,” Monokuma spoke, impressed. “HAHAHAHAHAHAH phuphuphu... Monokuma approves!”
“P-Pervert...,” Hina muttered.
Kirigiri faced the rest of her remaining classmates. “So, who’s next?”
An awkward hush fell over the room, no one quite sure of what to make of the transpiring events.
“I-I’ll go!”
Every head in the room turned to Chihiro, who’s chubby cheeks were flushed a deep shade of red. “W-Well, I mean, i-if it helps us solve the case, then I’ll do it!”
“Thank you Chihiro. Now if you’ll permit me...,” Kirigiri waddled over to the pudgy programmer, he titanic rear cheeks smacking together with each sluggish step.
She eyed Chihiros body up and down, much as she had with Hina before using her little “hands on” approach. Chihiro probably weighed about as much as Hina, though was probably the most encumbered by his flab, aside from Kirigiri herself that is, mainly due to his short stature. His big jelly belly spilled out of his undersized signature dark green jacket and over the front of his skirt, hanging down well past his knees and splitting into two rolls, complete with a deep cavernous naval.
Kirigiri grasped Chihiro’s buttcheeks firmly, jiggling them about in her hands. Much like Hina before him, Chihiro’s rear end was definitely wide, stretching the hem of his skirt, but was still only chunky in comparison to the rest of his overgrown body.
“You’re safe too, Chihiro,” Kirigiri spoke, a tinge of disappointment in her tone.
Chihiro breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank goodness!”
“I find your methods to be questionable, Kirigiri,” Sakura spoke harshly. “However... I would like to volunteer to be investigated next.”
Kirigiri nodded, shuffling her bulk over to where Sakura stood. “As you wish...”
In comparison to the everyone else in the room, Sakura had barely gained weight if any at all. She stood tall and proud as she always had, every vein practically bursting from her toned, muscular body.
Kirigiri placed her gloved fingers onto Sakura’s rear, trying to squeeze it, but found some difficulty from how toned it was. It was like she was trying to squeeze a literal wall of rock!
“Are you done yet?” Sakura asked threateningly.
Kirigiri quickly took her hand off of Sakura’s behind. “Y-Yes, I am.”
“Well?”
Kirigiri put two fingers to her chin folds, contemplating. “I-I’d like to to think it over for a moment... In the meantime...” Kirigiri turned to a certain Toko Fukawa, who had remained relatively silent throughout the past couple of minutes, cowering at her podium. “I believe it’s your turn, Toko.”
The Ultimate Writing Prodigy threw her hands up defensively. “N-N-N-No y-y-you c-c-can’t... I-I-I won’t allow you t-to t-t-touch me...”
Kirigiri slowly lumbered over to Toko, cringing as her tree trunk thick thighs chaffed together with each step. “Toko, you have to let me do this.”
Toko slowly backed away, fiddling with her lengthy black hair. “Y-Y-You d-don’t understand...,” her cheeks flushed. “O-Only my M-M-Master c-can touch me...”
Sakura glared at Toko, furious. “And he’s dead, Fukawa! Just move on and forget about him!”
Toko looked away sullenly, grimacing. “F-Fine... H-H-Have it your way...”
“Thank you, Toko,” said Kirigiri. She looked over Toko’s body. She had definitely gotten a good bit chubby, but was nowhere near the levels of fat that Hina and Chihiro were at. Her only defining feature was her plump potbelly that strained her black school uniform. Her thighs might’ve been a tad thicker, but it wasn’t that noticeable.
Kirigiri gripped Toko’s butt, eliciting a moan from it’s owner. Kirigiri tried to jiggle it about, but no dice. This butt paled in comparison to the previous three. This butt was practically skinny!
Kirigiri unhanded Toko’s rear, sighing. She had come to a verdict. “I have come to a verdict. The Blackened is-“
“HOLD ON A SECOND!!!” Hina cut her off, waddling as fast as she could over to her side, boobs bouncing up and down, slapping against the top of her belly. “Huff huff... How... Huff... How come everyone else has to get their butts felt up except for you?”
“That won’t be necessary,” Kirigiri assured.
Sakura’s head perked up, suspicion in her gaze. “And why’s that?”
“Because I didn’t kill her,” Kirigiri said defensively.
“Oh whatever,” Hina rolled her eyes. “Let me see your fat ass.”
“H-Hey!” Kirigiri exclaimed as Hina groped her titanic booty with her plump fingertips. She jiggled Kirigiri’s fat ass about, bouncing the two blubber cheeks up and down, giving them a few hard smacks, ripples being sent across the lardy spheres.
“St-Stop this instant!”
“Gosh, all the boys would’ve fallen head over heels with these things if they were still alive...,” Hina spoke, ignoring Kirigiri’s demands and blatantly ignoring Chihiro’s presence.
She was just about to finish up by spreading Kirigiri’s globular buttcheeks apart and letting them clap together, when something suddenly fell out from between her ass crack, loudly clunking on the ground.
“What the hell?” Hina exclaimed, bending over and picking up what appeared to be a small device.
Chihiro squinted his eyes. “Is... Is that an e-Handbook?”
Hina turned the device on, staring at the words on the screen, eyes widening. “I-It’s... Sayaka’s...”
Monokuma perked up. “Oh, I was wondering what happened to that! So that’s where it went!”
The whole room sat in stunned silence for what felt like an eternity.
“N-No way...,” Chihiro spoke in disbelief.
Hina glared daggers at the morbidly obese detective. “You... You bitch...”
Kirigiri sighed, exasperated. “Fine... I... I did it... I killed Sayaka Maizono...”
“You sicken me...,” Sakura said, disgusted.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Monokuma laughed maniacally. “Ladies and gentleman! We have found our Blackened! Sayaka Maizono’s killer has been found out to be none other than Kyoko Kirigiri, The Ultimate Detective! Soooooo... You know what that means! Iiiiiiiiiiiiit’s EXECUTION TIME!!!”
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Rivals
Rivals Day Two:
It was the next day, Momoko had gotten up early, much earlier than she normally would have otherwise. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and then got up to begin her daily routine. She would wash her face, put on her kimono for the day. She would tie her hair in a simply ponytail, grab her wooden practice sword, and then head out for her morning practice, which is exactly what she had planned on doing.
Except for when she got to the training area, she already saw Masumi practicing there himself. She pursed her lips, and waited as she thought about what it was she should do in this situation.
I don't want to cause trouble for Lord Shingen. She thought simply, and that seemed to be the answer. She turned on her heels, ready to go back to her room when a boyish voice called out to her.
"Hey! You don't have to go away! You just got here!" She looked over her shoulder to see the grinning boy, Masumi, looking at her.
"Are you sure it's ok?" Momoko questioned, still a bit unsure. She looked around, and then at Masumi, who nodded.
"We're just kids. I'm sure it'll be fine." He said simply.
"That's easy for you to say. I'm just a retainers child. You're a lord's child. I don't want to cause trouble for my lord." She said simply. Masumi tilted his head, looking at her in confusion.
"Isn't Lord Sanada as close to the Tiger of Kai as my papa and Lord Kojuro are? I'm sure there won't be any issues, but it's ok if you really don't wanna train with me." He seemed so laid back, that Momoko had to rethink her original thoughts about him, but it made her wonder what his home must be like if he could really be this relaxed in another territory.
"How long are you gonna be here?" SHe questioned, shuffling her feet.
Why would Lord Date bring his son to another Lord's house when they're about to leave for war? She couldn't help but to question to herself, but bit her lips to keep from questioning in case this was a matter she shouldn't concern herself with.
"I wanted to see the land of Kai. I heard it's very pretty." He said without a trace of hesitation." Papa let me come, but Kojuro brought his son too to protect me." He added on, as if reading the hesitation in the young girl's eyes.
Momoko nodded, her hands tightening on the wooden sword stick at her side. Masumi's eyes noted the action, his eyes briefly looking at the stick before looking at her with a curious glint to his eyes.
" Wanna practice?" He questioned. Momoko hesitated, but then nodded.
"Sure. I guess it can't hurt anyone." She said simply, again walking forward, but right behind Masumi.
He's so weird. She thought to herself, and then shook her head as they faced one another, beginning the training.
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If there was one thing that Momoko was certain of, it was that Masumi was very strong, stronger than his small frame would suggest. Not only was he strong, but he was fast as well. Every hit she threw towards him, he was able to dodge or at least return the hit with more power behind it. More than a few times Momoko fell backwards, but was saved from falling completely on her ass as Masumi seemed to save her each and every time by grabbing her wrist, making sure she was steady, and then pulling her back on her feet. It was almost irritating how skilled this boy was.
"Let's take a break." She said with a pant when he had gotten her pretty good on her side with the practice sword. She held the throbbing area as she spoke.
"Did I go too hard?" He questioned in worry, walking towards her slowly.
"N-no. I'm fine." She said simply, dropping her hand reluctantly, and then smiled as she straightened out, having to fight back a grimace as she did so." I just wanna take a break." She added on. Masumi paused, and then shrugged.
"Alright. I'm hungry anyways." He dropped his sword on the ground, and then turned his back towards Momoko as he walked towards his sacheal, picking it up, and wrapping it around his neck.
There was a part of Momoko that wanted to hit him when he least expected, but refrained from doing so. It simply wouldn't be fair if she had done so.
"Ok. Ready?" She questioned, tilting her head as he turned to look at her with a grin that seemed to be his trade mark.
"Yeah." He said simply. Momoko nodded, turning on her heels, and motioning for him to follow, which he did.
"So... What's Oshu like?" She asked as she sat on the veranda, Masumi sitting next to her.
"Beautiful, but it's a bit more quiet over there than it is here. Yonezawa castle, I mean, is alot different than the Udea castle, but I guess that's to be expected with different lord's ruling and stuff." He took a drink out of the water container that was offered to him by Momoko.
"What do you mean?" She questioned, taking a drink herself. Masumi shrugged as he bit into an apple. He seemed pensive, the first expression she saw on him that wasn't totally relaxed and happy.
"Nothing really. Just that some people don't trust my Papa, so it's a bit different at my house." He said simply.
Momoko could tell there was alot he was leaving out, but decided not to pursue it. It wasn't any of her business what went down in other castles.
"I see." She said simply after a few moments, looking forward.
"We have a pond at home with a lot of fish in it, and Momma grows a garden with fresh veggies and another that has a small patch of flowers recently when Momma wanted to keep the beautiful flowers that Papa gave her. We grow the same kind of flowers there now for a few years." He added on quickly, his relaxed and happy expression back on his face. He sounded excited, though a bit rushed." And Momma makes Zunda Mochi that's pretty good. You should try it some time." Momoko blinked, not being able to keep up with boy's fast paced speech for a moment, but when she caught up with it all, she smiled slightly, nodding.
"Sure. Sounds good." She said simply, looking forward once more.
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"Momoko?" Yukimura was looking for his daughter with his his wife, Hina, right beside him. Hina held onto Yukimura's arm sleeve softly as they paused near the veranda that looked out over the garden. They watched as their daughter smiled softly, eating an apple, and looking at the garden.
"What's she doing?" Hina questioned, watching as her daughter tilted her head slightly, setting down the apple, as she leaned forward, hands in her lap with a concentrated expression.
"She must be watching someone train again." Yukimura suggested, smiling his usual grin as he walked forward.
"See! It's a simple downward stroke!" Yukimura paused when he came closer, Hina just behind him.
"Momo, what's going on?" Yukimura questioned, looking at Lord Masaume's young son, who paused with his training sword, and then at Momoko, who looked at him with a slight shrug to her slim shoulders.
"Masumi was showing me some moves he mastered shortly before coming here. We were sharing moves. Right, Masumi?" She questioned, beaming at the young boy, who laughed nervously, rubbing at the back of his neck.
"That's right, Momo!" He called back. Yukimura frowned slightly.
They've become familiar with one another so quickly. Yukimura thought, glancing at his wife, who was smiling softly at the pair. Maybe she found it cute, the little friendship, but Yukimura was feeling a little bit more than a little protective, a new feeling for him.
"She'll be fine." Hina whispered, gripping Yukimura's arm. She then looked at her daughter, and smiled."You two have fun, ok? We'll come by later." She was already pushing her husband away, who was protesting slightly. Momo and Masumi looked at them with confused expressions, and then looked at one another.
"What was that about?" He questioned. Momo sighed, shaking her head.
"I have no idea." She said through a sigh, and then opened her eyes as she grinned once more."Show that move again!" She quickly said in excitement, to which Masumi nodded, smiling widely.
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The night was spent with another feast. This time, it was much more lively. The men were acquainted enough to relax and drink comfortably with one another. Lord Kojuro stuck close to Lord Masaume while Masumi and Momoko spent time with each other, Lord Kojuro's son was watching over the pair. They didn't spend much time with each other, and quickly went to their own parents, spending time with their families for a time before being shooed off to bed, where they slept comfortably in their bedding.
In the morning, they woke to find that their parents had left for war. The war campien had begun,and who knew when their fathers would return from war.
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3-gatsu no Lion 2nd Season – 06, 07
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3-gatsu no Lion 2nd Season – 06, 07
「小さな世界 / 手紙」 (Chiisana Sekai / Tegami)
“Chapter 56 Small World / Chapter 57 Letter”
End Card
「梅雨の始まり / 蜂谷」 (Tsuyu no Hajimari / Hachiya)
“Chapter 58 Start of the Rainy Season / Chapter 59 Hachiya”
Hina’s Predicament
Throughout these two episodes, Hina’s suffering continues on with no end in sight. Her teacher keeps brushing her off, and no one will stand up to the bullies. However, she does find solace within her household, although there’s a dire lack of permanent solution.
I think that we’ve been seeing an exploration of potential approaches, only to find out that these types of situations are truly delicate, and tricky to a fault. Too little effort, and you may as well have done nothing. Too heavy-handed, and some undesired consequences may arise. We see that even Takahashi’s intervention can only provide a brief respite, by momentarily raising Hina’s spirits. In fact, I would argue that his involvement only exacerbated the issue, since it gave the bullies a perfect narrative to push. They wasted no time in framing Hina as being a slut, who was fooling around with Takahashi.
Upon his immediate reaction to the unwelcome news, it was terrifying yet awesome to see Rei flare up in such a way. If we exclude his vulnerable outbursts from the first season, I’ve never seen such powerful displays of emotions coming from him, and it is here that we can see how the Kawamoto sisters have formed a cornerstone in his character development. No longer is he the pushover of old. Rather, he constantly strives to be a dependable person, who can look after the people he cares for. That said, he is still the same old, awkward Kiriyama, unintentionally startling some animals when he suddenly raises his voice in solidarity. Then again, who wasn’t on the same page? I personally feel an indescribable rage towards the bullies first, then towards the teacher above all else.
For someone who usually maintains a solid composure, it’s been really interesting to be reminded that despite being a mother by proxy, Akari is still a young woman with her own insecurities. Although Someji and Misaki are capable relatives, she worries about an extenuating situation, where she will have to go to school and confront the parents of Hina’s bullies. To be honest, I can see why such a concern would be legitimate. Imagine a middle-aged mother, who effectively enables her daughter’s terrible behaviour. Such an individual would be quick to protest her daughter’s innocence, and assert herself over Akari by ruthlessly putting her down. Even with all her love and best intentions for Hina, I could see Akari crumbling under such an unprecedented crisis. Let’s hope that the worst-case scenario doesn’t come about, right? I would hate to see such a beautiful smile getting fractured.
Rei vs Hachiya
In my opinion, this was the best shogi game depicted thus far in 3-gatsu. Due to the opponent, it was highly kinetic and fairly intense. Plus a new kind of difficulty arose. Rei’s perspective fantastically conveyed the unpleasant experience of playing against someone like Hachiya, who would fidget and make loud noises at sporadic intervals during a match. Often times, I found myself experiencing second-hand discomfort and irritation. By the way, these kind of physical reactions are a testimony to Shaft’s incredible directing. Anyhow, I wouldn’t blame people for thinking it’s a cheap tactic to unsettle shogi opponents. However, Hachiya strikes me as someone who suffers from ADHD. For those reasons, I’m willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, and you could never really deny his sincere passion for the game. Combine all these quirky traits, and you might even find him endearing. I’d say he won me over, after knuckling down on Kiriyama in the post-mortem, while demolishing parfait after parfait.
Concluding Thoughts
Rei forges ahead into the semifinals, and with Nikaidou hot on his heels, I look forwards to seeing what the next few matchup brings. Just how far can his newfound determination take him, or even better, what will he do if he falls short?
So far, the pacing has been nothing short of amazing. Where most other shows would struggle to follow up from a climax, 3-gatsu just seems to naturally transition between moments, continually moving from strength to strength in its depiction of Hina’s problem with bullies. Shaft deserve credit for faithfully following on, but most of my praise has to go to Umino Chica, who set down the entire groundwork that made everything possible. Both her character and story-telling feel organic in their construction,
Anyway, I’d like to play the Devil’s Advocate for Hina’s teacher because reading the manga grants me the benefit of hindsight, thus altering my initial preconceptions. Otherwise, I suspect that I would also be up in arms over how she chose to handle Hina’s situation. While it’s true that the teacher’s passivity is utterly despicable, humans all have their reasons for acting in certain ways. Righteousness is typically the natural course upon which our feelings run, but over time, disillusionment over the system can slowly erode away our capacity to do what’s right. That is to say, we become paralysed by an indescribable fear of failure, to the extent that we’re prevented from taking proper action. Not that it justifies losing courage, when the weak and vulnerable are crying for help. However, it’s completely understandable that not everyone has the same kind of conviction we see within Hina.
Zaiden’s Anecdote
Early on in my school days, I remember that I was quick to stand up for my friends, getting in tussles with larger kids who picked on anyone I cared about. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for those who I thought were my friends. What I’m about to tell you precludes my most bitter memories from secondary school.
This guy who could never beat me at Pokémon battles thought it would be hilarious to dump an entire plate of spaghetti over my head out of spite. Not saying I was perfect, considering I was as arrogant as they come and a sore winner. But what shocked me was that none of my friends tried to help me, stand up for me, and all left the scene as soon as they could.
What’s more, this kid went straight to our Head of Learning, and straight up lied to them about how I was the one who threw food at him, landing me into two weeks worth of detention. The kicker? Not one person who I thought of as my friend stood up for me.
Their shallow reasoning was as follows. Judging by my character, they thought that I would be quick to forgive and forget. That is to say, by not choosing a side, they thought could keep both friendships, even though one side had clearly wronged. And the worst thing? I never got an apology from this scumbag.
The ridiculous thing? My ‘friends’ told me to forgive and forget, and ‘make up’ with the perpetrator. Water under the bridge, making life easy for them. The dumb thing? I did exactly that, just to make my ‘friends’ happy. But he always continued acting like he was somehow the victim, and it felt horrible having to stick around someone who had wronged me in such a vile way without remorse. And what my ‘friends’ did was enable his lousy behaviour. One ‘friend’ told me they let him get away with it, because he never directly hurt them, making it okay for them. Needless to say, I don’t speak to that person anymore.
I’m not ashamed to admit that I cried at the time, cleaning up the floor covered in spaghetti, while the rest of the school kids in the dining room looked on in glee. Much like Hina, I also cried on some random nights, because I felt really abandoned, and the incident messed me up for a long time. However, I managed to come out stronger, and eventually found the genuine friends I had always wanted. There’s one in particular that comes to mind, that I want to talk about.
End Card
A Heartfelt Message to My Best Friend
Dear Alvin,
I know you sometimes read these Random Curiosity posts. Whether you’ll read this one is anyone’s guess. Nevertheless, I just wanted to say, I love you lots and thank you for being my best friend over these past few years!
A lot of people in our secondary school misjudged you, readily dismissing you for being ‘lame’. Not only were they completely wrong, but they utterly failed to see your true worth and value. From the bottom of my heart, I am thankful and blessed to have you as my best friend.
While you may be awkward at times, that does not refute the fact that you’re a truly good person at heart, who holds a deep sense of compassion for your peers. You would stand up for me without any hesitation, and properly listen to me when I needed someone to confide in. As I would do for you as well.
Had I known you prior to the spaghetti incident, I know I wouldn’t have experienced such loneliness. As such, it is my regret we couldn’t have been best friends earlier on during our time at secondary school, since I wish I was there to help with your hardships too. I will always have your back, and if I needed someone to have mine, I’d trust you for time immemorial. I hope we can continue to be best friends, till death do us part.
Yours sincerely,
Zaiden
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Same anon about positivity, thank you so much for the advice! It makes a lot of sense. As for some Eskel fluff, consider this: Eskel pulling his surprised partner down into bed when he's very drunk and they erupt into a fit of giggles :D
A/N: BABY THIS IS WHAT I NEEED
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“Well hello, gentlemen.” Yennefer greeted. You entered the dining area of Kaer Morhen alongside her, your eyes flickering around the room.
The both of you had spent the day in Flotsam, shopping around for new clothes before the harsh winter weather came. This left Eskel, Lambert, and Geralt at the keep alone. Vesemir left early that morning to take care of what he called ‘witcher business’ and refused to share any more details with anyone.
“Yenn!” Geralt looked up from the table covered in Gwent cards and empty bottles, smiling at the sight of the mage. “And Y/N!”
“Where have you guys been all day?” Lambert asked, his words slurred as he swayed just slightly in his seat.
“We went to Flotsam.” You answered, moving around the table so you could stand behind Eskel. The witcher had his eyes on you the second he heard Geralt say your name. “Hello, love.”
“Hi, doll.” He hiccuped, leaning back against you and tilting his head up to get a look at you.
“How was your day?” You brushed your hand along the plane of his cheek, admiring the gentle scratch his stubble caused.
You could smell the stench of liquor in the air. It was clear as day that the three witchers were drunk.
“Good.” He answered, sitting up rather quickly and pointing an accusing finger at Lambert. “He stole all my coins!”
Lambert smacked his hand against the table then pointed back at Eskel.
“I won them fair and square!”
“Hey! Hey! Don’t yell in front of the ladies.” Geralt put a hand on Lambert’s arm since he sat next to the young wolf and reached across the table to put his hand on Eskel’s arm but instead found an empty bottle laying on its side. Geralt didn’t seem to notice. He squeezed the bottle like he’d squeeze Eskel’s arm. “It’s not polite.”
“Fuck polite.” Lambert swatted Geralt’s hand off of his shoulder.
“I think it’s time for bed.” Yennefer suggested, moving towards the door to the staircase. She stopped just before reaching the door. “Unless you’d like to sleep down here, Geralt.”
The White Wolf tripped as he tried to stand from the bench and turn to Yennefer all in one motion.
Lambert and Eskel broke out into laughter as Geralt caught himself on his hands and knees.
“Fuck!” Geralt jumped to his feet and started towards Yennefer, though his steps were much wider than what they needed to be.
You shook your head, laughing at the witcher.
“Are you sleeping down here, Lambert?” You asked, turning your head to him.
“Why? You need company?” He grinned, looking down into a bottle to see if he could get anymore liquor out of it.
“Hey.” Eskel scowled. He leaned back against you as if to claim you. “No.”
Lambert looked from Eskel to you, then back to Eskel and finally, his eyes landed on you.
“Ew!” He scrunched his nose up. “Y/N? Ew!”
“You’re the one who suggested it!” Eskel pointed at him.
“I didn’t mean it! Shit! Have you seen Y/N! Disgusting.” Lambert shook his head, taking a bottle closer to Eskel that was empty and finished it off. “Absolutely disgust-,” Lambert cut himself off as he began to dry heave.
“Thank you for that, Lambert. But I was asking because I wanted to know if you needed help upstairs before I took Eskel to bed.”
“You’re taking me to bed?” Eskel whispered, looking over his shoulder at you. “Did Vesemir say it was okay?”
“Yes.” You answered him, smiling as you brushed your hand over his hair.
“I do need help.” Lambert put a bottle down so hard that it broke. “Fuck.”
“I can help!” Eskel tried to stand up but you pushed him back down into the chair. Being that he was intoxicated and his balance was off, this was an easy feat.
“No, sir. You’re staying right here.” You told him, patting his shoulder. “Stay here until I come back for you.”
He frowned and crossed his arms but said nothing.
“Come on, Lambert.” You moved away from your witcher to go around the table to Lambert.
He stood up and paused for a moment, rocking back and forth on his heels. His eyes widened for a moment and he brought his hand up to his mouth.
“Are you okay?” You asked him, furrowing your brows together.
“Yeah.” He burped. “Thought I was gonna throw up for a second there.”
“That’s nice.” You put your hand on his back and guided him towards the stairs.
He was surprisingly quiet the entire way up to his room, but that was because he was trying too hard to concentrate on not missing a step. His depth perception was not functioning at the time.
“Okay, big guy.” You pushed the door to his room open. “Sleep tight.”
“Wait, Y/N!” He grabbed your arm before you could leave. “I just need you to know….. Eskel…. When he’s drunk, he talks nonstop about you.”
You smiled.
“Oh, that’s sweet-,”
“No, it’s not sweet. It’s fucking gross.” Lambert shook his head, cutting you off as he moved to go into his room. “Keep that shit in the bedroom. I don’t wanna hear it.”
“Okay, Lambert.” You rolled your eyes at him, pulling his door shut.
You found Eskel trying to climb the staircase himself. He held onto what remained of the banister, using it for leverage and balance.
“Eskel! I told you to stay where you were!” You hurried to his side and ushered him away from the edge of the steps. The banister would most likely give out if he tried to use it too much or to put all of his weight on it.
“But I wanted to surprise you in bed!”
“What if you had hurt yourself falling off the side of the staircase?” You asked him, holding on to his arm as best as you could. He was a very big man, built like a brick wall and completely made of thick muscle. It was hard to keep him steady but you did your best.
He shrugged his broad shoulders, leaning more against the wall now for support.
You pushed the door to your room open and helped him inside. He had his arm draped across your shoulder, using you as a balance while you both walked across the room to the bed.
“I’ll go shut the door and then we can get your boots off and maybe change you into something more comfortable. How does-,” You yelped as Eskel suddenly wrapped his arms around you and fell on to the bed, holding you tightly.
“Got you!” He laughed.
“Eskel!” You giggled, writhing around a little to try to get him to loosen up on you. “Eskel, I have to change my clothes! And so do you!”
“Nu-uh.” He turned over on to his side, taking you with him. He buried his nose in your hair and then threw one leg over your hip. “This is comfy.”
“Are you sure?” You looked up at him as best as you could.
“Yeah.” He let out a heavy breath, letting himself relax as he held you close. “Love you, doll.”
“Love you more, Eskel.”
“No. I love you more.”
“Okay, love.” You chuckled softly, not wanting to fight drunk Eskel.
He moved around so he could get one hand free and hold the side of your face. His yellow eyes were dilated. He had to blink a few times to focus on you.
“I need you to know how much I love you.” He whispered. “I love you so, so much.”
“Oh, wow. That’s a lot.” You smiled, reaching up to brush a few pieces of his hair out of his eyes. “I told you.”
Content with the conversation, he closed his eyes and tucked his face next to yours.
“Good night, Eskel.”
“Night, Y/N.”
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