Maelstrom

Chapter 57

Ruse's POV

After breakfast with Mihawk you had both decided to train to get some of your pent up frustrations and anxiety out.

"Again Argenti." You huffed in annoyance but did as you were told, dodging left and then feinting right as you sparred with your teacher.

Mihawk smiled approvingly as you maneuvered your form in the correct way this time, the two of you now on the forest floor, both breathing heavily, laughter bubbling from your chest as you grinned victoriously.

"Got you Shishō!" You grin at your partner, pinning him down as he shows a look of surprise, not expecting you to leap at him right after you had gotten done with sparring quite so suddenly.

He arches a brow at you, pleasantly surprised to find you using your techniques that he had been helping you with as you forced your weight forward, finally able to pin your opponent who smirked at you deviously.

"And whatever are you going to do now that you have me where you want me Argenti?" His low timbre vibrates from his chest as he teases you, the faux fight having been long forgotten as the two of you banter.

"Hmm...I don't know Shishō, what should I do?" You purr teasingly as you run a hand through his messy raven locks, watching as his amber pupils dilate.

"I have a few ideas..." Your teacher replies seductively as he grabs your wrists with one hand, the other coming to rest on your lower back as you giggle.

"Oya? And when did the prisoner break free from his shackles hmm Mihawk?" You taunt, a grin stretching across your face as you let the swordsman do as he pleases. You knew better than anyone that you weren't anywhere near his level of sparring and fighting level yet, but it was still fun to try.

"Hmmm...maybe when the reckless guard had been focusing on trying to seduce her prisoner, he was able to slip past her? What say you Ruse?" You snicker at your partner's playful teasing, arching your back dramatically, fluttering your eyes closed as you feel him stiffen underneath you.

Ah, works like a charm. Every damn time. Suppressing a chuckle from escaping, you throw your head back, your lips twisted in a cruel smirk as you exaggerate a feminine moan, watching with mirth as the swordsman squirms underneath you.

"Ahhh...Mihawk, more. Mi Tesoro, do it again." You feel his amber-gold eyes narrow at you in annoyance at your antics.

The flirty wording of using his native tongue in such a way was the icing on the cake. You snicker as you're shoved off your partner, Mihawk growling at you from the back of his throat as you roll over to the side, laying next to him, a grin on your face.

"How was that for distracting the opponent hmm...Shishō?" You know he's rolling his eyes at your childish behavior, but really couldn't care less.

Life was good like this. You and Mihawk, sparring, playing, eating together, training together. It was nice. Honestly, you were going to miss the fickle swordsman when you had to leave, though with the way you always managed to get underneath his skin, you weren't too sure if he was going to miss you the same.

But look at Red, he had the same attitude at first, though he was the Ruse in your situation, you chuckle at that, imaging the redhead pirate and his childish behaviors. Mihawk was more mature, a little rougher around the edges. You were probably like a parasite to him, leeching off his misery and emotions. Ha, you knew that wasn't exactly how he had thought, having had this conversation once before, but you found the idea of it amusing. He had compared you to a parasite yes, but a clever emotional parasite that would latch onto the swordsman, refusing to let go until you were satisfied with the results. Pulling more and more emotions from a depth that even the swordsman himself hadn't known he had.