Maelstrom

Chapter 46

Ruse's POV

Today was the day, you had already spoken with Mihawk, and you were positive that you were ready.

You would be acting as a mature, sweet and well-mannered young woman, recently engaged to the love of your life, which you snickered at, but immediately straightened when golden eyes narrowed at you.

"Understood Shishō! We can do this, believe me, this'll be easy." You remark, saluting him with an easy grin as he sighs, running a hand through his already mussed hair.

"Argenti, I'm trusting in you, do not blow your cover in this." You nod to his reply, seriousness replacing your mock cheer, as you grab his outstretched hand.

Warm and weathered, his palms covered in scars, you hold his hand tiger, as he looks at you in surprise.

"Argenti?" He questions, but you weren't listening.

You took his hands, the hands that had been guiding you, teaching you, helping you, carrying you. You sigh softly as you look up at amber-golden eyes, your own golden gaze locking with his determination burning brightly as you raise his hands to your lips. Kissing both hands softly, you grin at your teacher, who blushes slightly at the unexpected gesture.

"Believe me Mihawk, we can do this. I trust you, can you trust in me?" You question your expression soft and unguarded.

Mihawk pauses, his hands still in your hold as he softens a bit, expression matching your own, unguarded, completely trusting the other.

"I would trust you with my life, and I know you'd do the same. Let's do this Argenti." He finally responded.

His golden eyes seemed to be burning hotly as he leant down to mimic your gesture, his stubble scathing your hands lightly.

You smile at him.

You were ready. Today was the day.

You already had yourself in your aliases' mannerisms, training yourself in the mannerism of 'etiquette of well mannered women' which you were definitely never gonna be using anytime in the future after this ordeal.

You would wear a white bodied gown, 'playing up your innocence' as Mihawk had teased you, which you glared at in response, before fixing your hair. You would be wearing a black wig, in favor of hiding your white mane so as to not drawn attention to your strange appearances, traits that were from your father and mother, genetics were awfully strange, but you couldn't complain.

You would be dressed as a black haired, golden eyed young woman, kind and sweet, all things you most definitely were not, which made the alias even better. No one would be able to tell who you really were, though you already knew that if anyone did you wouldn't survive walking through the threshold.

You really didn't want to be a 'proper lady' but you knew that if you were to act as you are now, you'd probably be killed on sight.

You shiver lightly before bracing yourself with a deep exhale.

Straightening your shoulders, you narrow your golden eyes in determination.

Watch out Shichibukai, here we come.

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