An Eel and a Mockingbird | Charlotte Katakuri x Reader

04

"I don't think I've ever seen mama do something like that."

Oven was now walking in front of you as you both made your way down corridors and one flight of stairs to the place where you would be staying. The man had been quiet for the majority of the trip, finally speaking as you rounded the last corner to what would be your new accommodation for who knows how long. You never replied to him, only giving a hum as you watched him grab a key from where a chess soldier stood next to the door.

You had no belongings, the knapsack with all of your stuff including your regular clothes had been confiscated by Domino when you first set foot in Impel Down, so you had nothing to hold. The black and white striped prison attire still adorned your body from the Impel Down incident. The tall man clicked the key in the lock, opening the door to reveal your new room.

"You're lucky you're alive, Mockingbird."

Stepping into into the room, it was like stepping out of hell and into heaven. The cell back in Impel was not only cold, dark and damp, but you had to share with the reptile himself; Crocodile. But here, it was amazing. You were never one to care about luxuries, but the way the thick and fluffy duvet on the perfectly arranged four post bed in the middle with its matching white dresser looked like it was fit for a king. The walls, unlike all the ones you had seen before in the place, were painted in the most delicate shade of powder blue one could lay eyes on.

Oven left you to take a look around as your eyes fell on a plant which seemed to have grown French macarons in an assortment of colours upon its leaves in the corner. A door off to the side was painted in white, signaling a bathroom was also there. You smirked with an impressed hum, both hands on your hips.

"Don't get too comfy, you're only here while mama chooses which sibling is to marry you - It's just normal custom in our family. Besides," he eyed you with narrowed eyes as you looked out of the large windows that spanned the back wall next to the bed, "this is the first time mama has made an on the spot decision with something like marriage while also not gaining anything from it."

"Doesn't that make me special, huh."

Your muffled and smug mutter was only just about heard by the heat user as he strained to hear you.

"What?"

"I said," you turned to him, "doesn't that make me special? If Big Mom has never made room for anyone so quickly."

Oven's eyebrow raised as he waved a dismissive hand at you, pivoting around to leave out of the door with a scoff.

"Whatever you wish to make of it. Depending on who you're with, you might change your mind."

And he left, shutting the door and walking back down the corridor to leave you in silence.

'Sweet lord of hell and earth.'

A smile quickly lit up your face as you began to walk to the bathroom door, a microscopic weight lifting from your shoulders. You stopped at the feeling, hand on the doorknob as you looked at your shoulder. You smirked; it wasn't a smirk of amusement, more of impeding contempt.

'Hm?'

The bathroom was just as grand as you had imagined. A claw-footed bath along with a lion headed faucet stood in the middle of the large room as a sink and mirror lined the opposite wall; a toilet sitting at the side. Your hand reached out to twist the top of the tap, hot water poured out into the tub and gathered a fleet of bubbles as the soap you had poured in mixed with it. There was no window, so you had no issues just stripping down to your bare skin and getting in; feeling the relaxing cling of water against your body. It had been a hot minute since you had had a bath rather than a shower - maybe it had even been since you were on Baltigo.