Blood In The Water | Pillarmen x Fem!Reader

4| Spoiled. Rotten. Brat.

No sooner had two days passed did (Y/n) once more find herself troubled-- though with nothing as serious as a panther like before.

Well, that's only half true.

That savage Kars had found her again, and thought it necessary to prove just how infatuated he'd become, and to demonstrate his feelings. It had all happened so fast, the marine wasn't even sure he knew what he was doing, or if he was mixing up a little crush with the instinct to kill.

She's not allowed to move, not even a single bit, without his eyes snapping toward her, and his body shifting to get up. Even lifting a finger is impossible without him offering some form of aid.

Surrounded by fruits, roasted animals, and all fine things the loathsome island could possibly offer, one would've mused that she'd enjoy having so much at her disposal; but when constantly under a watchful eye, and barely enough space for yourself to be independent, it can easily become more stressful than relaxing.

"Hey, can you scoot back any more?" She'd yell to Kars, cross-legged on the sand with food in either palm. "You're ruining my view of the beach."

Ironically, he was already ten meters away, and was in no way obstructing the view of 'paradise' as he called it, though moving further was no matter for him. Anything for the strange woman from a strange land, apparently.

Maybe he had gotten horribly lonely on this island, all by himself. Of course, the people he called his 'brothers' (though not one of them resemble the other) had kept him company, but to not have a partner, whom which he could share his all with, had probably done a number on him mentally. 

With time, he had explained, he learned to get used to it, and he soon didn't have a second thought about caring for someone outside of his little family of misfits. But then (Y/n) came along, and while he wasn't initially interested, as he'd cut off all desire to be with anyone long ago, she'd proven herself to be impressively strong and capable in many aspects, and even had the gall to challenge his brothers, who'd been the best of any back in their old country.

A strong woman makes for a good wife, especially one that's resourceful, and impossibly stubborn.

So, how does someone from his nation Maidou court another? By showering them with a plentiful of wonderous things! And oh-ho-ho! He's practically spoiled her, days worth of fruits splayed beneath her feet as if getting all of it was as easy as gathering sticks! Cooked animal of every sort, pelts of every species, washed and fluffed into clothes and blankets alike!

Not just that, but he was also quite handsome, too! People would come left and right with love confessions and proposals every other day! She should be thankful he's even giving the slightest of attention to her! 

There's got to be no possible way she doesn't like him!

"Just letting you know, I still don't like you."

Nevermind.

"Is there anything else, then, that I-"

"Who fucking told you to speak?" She snapped, interrupting him with her gun in hand. "Make yourself useful, and go get me some coconuts."

With no further words, he was gone, just like that, only to reappear moments later with two armfuls worth of coconuts. Kars seemed rather proud of himself, smug smile and all as he layed them out.

But his pride, and slight hope, were burnt out as quick as it had been lit, the moment she gestured for him to return to his old spot-- far, far away, in the cold sand by the foaming shore, while she sat snugly by a fire with everything she could ever need.

He didn't move, not a single inch, and didn't bother to open his mouth to complain. He wanted to prove he could be a good spouse, just as she had (unknowingly) done. Day turned to night, and all the creatures of the jungle rested in their organic abode, while Kars was left up to watch (Y/n) rest, ensuring nothing would happen.

This would continue for several days; weeks, even, and in return for his efforts and attempts at bringing a smile to her still face, he was always met with a cold glare, and ushered away, sometimes even further than before.

But tonight seemed different.

Five feet, she said. You can get as close as five feet.

He was over the moon! From ten meters, to five feet, what a leap! Ah, she was finally warming up to him! Goodness, he'll have to go tell his brothers of this!

He could barely keep his excitement, for he'd never been so close by one of his greatest goals-- Every aspect of her was perfectly shone in the hue of the fire they sat in front of; The color of her fine eyes, the tone of her skin, the scars on her body, the structure of her face... Perfect, perfect, perfect! Perfect for him, simply divine! Oh, what did he do to deserve such a blessing, such an  opportunity?

It was no god, like he had been thinking, and thanking. Such a privilege came from (Y/n)s ongoing thoughts, those vile little ideas that would pop into her head as she gorged on the spoils of the land before her.

Being so close to her was a test, something Kars had yet to pick upon. She knows he hasn't eaten recently, that she had become an object of desire, and with both food and herself within his grasp at that very minute, she wanted to see how long he could last. How much self-control this savage had.

His stomach would growl after thirty minutes, but still, he wouldn't reach out to grab any food. The same could be said an hour after the fact, when nothing but a mere apple and a roasted duck remained. If he weren't to grab something then, he may as well be starved.

So, she tempted him, not by outright trying to hand him a juicy, thick leg of poultry, but by subtly kicking the apple in a way that made it seem like it simply rolled over to him on its own. She entertained with the hunger gleaming in his eyes, fighting off an amused laugh when he continued to stare at it longingly. Though not once did he lift a finger to snatch it for himself.

'Give me your all, you say?' She would think to herself, repeating his words. 'Ha! You look as pathetic as a starving dog, you sorry thing.'

The apple would continue to sit in front of him, and he'd proceed to stare at it for the following quarter hour, until (Y/n)s hand would come to pluck it out of the golden sea of sand, and tauntingly rub it along the torso of her cactus green shirt, polishing it like a fine jewel.

"Ah, would you like this?" As friendly as she could muster, she held the fruit out to him with a forced smile, reveling in the dry swallow he made at the offer. "My apologies, it seems like I ate everything else without much of a second thought."

It was true, unfortunately, for all that remained of the haul he had given her was the legs of the duck, and the glistening, mouth-watering, plump apple in her palm.

"Please," He started, "...Have it. I'd much rather you find yourself full than take pity on me."

This was both a surprise, and a disappointment, though this could give her a big advantage. Just how much was this fool willing to do, how much will he risk for her approval?

She'd have to find out, for as of now, the possibilities were endless.

Satisfied with her findings, the apple was thrown his way with no warning, knocking against his chest and falling into his lap with a soft thud. He stared at her in question, curious as any would be, as she promptly threw her blanket onto her body and layed down comfortably next to the flickering fire. 

"I'm stuffed anyways. Eat it, so that you may have the energy to get more tomorrow. The duck, too, so it's not to waste."

He mistook her disrespect and rudeness for a kind act, and flew high up to cloud nine as he enjoyed what was considered her leftovers, or even less than that. Perhaps she's finally coming around, he thinks to himself, finally giving into his advances and accepting him! 

The poor fool couldn't have been more wrong.