Blood In The Water | Pillarmen x Fem!Reader

8| Relax

Kars was not in bed when the sun crept over the trees. (Y/n) was all too happy to have one less problem. She felt one less burden weigh her down. 

Her loathsome scowl finally broke, just a tiny bit. It broke and made way for the slight upturn of her lips, which grew wider every moment she convinced herself Kars was gone, and gone for good. 

If this was a dream, then she hoped it was a coma. Never, ever, would she want to wake in the same world as that disgusting man, if you can really call him that, again.

"Oh, you're awake." A voice split through the trees, and a dreadful feeling returned to her gut. "I was wondering how long you'd lay to rest."

It wasn't Kars, thankfully, but the existence of someone else was still enough to sour her otherwise perfect day. "What do you want?"

"I respect your space, so I won't get any closer than I need to, but I'm afraid throwing this from so far would be troublesome." The voice neared with heavy steps, and Wamuu parted through the trees. In his calloused, thick hands was an impressively shaped knife.

It was carved from some rock, stuffed into the body of a hulk of wood and secured with twine. He dropped it to the ground before her and backed away again, and with that motion he earned the slightest sliver of respect from the marine. 

"I noticed you had a collection. They're more advanced than what I can make, but I'm sure you'd rather ruin something easy to replace than your own equipment."

Intrigued, she picked the knife from the dirt and brought it into her grasp, flipping it forth and back as she checked for imperfections, defects, anything she could find to support his idea that it was poorly made. She found nothing.

"It's a fine weapon. Thank you for the effort." The sharp rock was slotted into a spare space on her belt. "I'll see to it that I return your favor later."

"Please, there's no need. With my brothers behaving like they do, I figured you might want something to raise your mood. Hopefully it helps."

It did, actually, quite a bit. That's one more weapon to cut open Kars with.

He was gone before she could thank him, though its not like she would've done it properly anyway. Appreciation has never been her strong suite. 

That aside, what will she do with her free day? Keeping Kars on a tight leash is draining, but it was all she really knew how to do well on the island. No room to really explore or do as she pleased, all that time was taken up by ensuring he kept his distance and left her be. 

To start off such a wonderful, perfect day, (Y/n) figured a bath of some sort would be nice. It's been all too long since she'd taken one, and when she's been sweating all day for the past-- how long has she been there? No matter, it's been a while, and a while is enough to tell her she reeked. 

Grabbing a few fruits from the pile Kars made in the corner a while back, she left into the jungle in search of a pond that wasn't too snake infested. Maybe one where she wouldn't contract worms if she was lucky.

In the end, she settled for a small stream some ways down, leaving her clothing to hang on a branch nearby. Only thing she bothered to take was Wamuu's knife and the few fruits.

Today was a good day. Today was a nice day. The sun shone brighter, the wind wasn't too little, or too much, the water was cool and forced her tight muscles to release their tension. It was perfect.

It was supposed to be perfect.

It all came crashing back down when clawed fingers rested against either of her shoulders, heavy palms pressing and kneading the mass of skin and muscle. When asked about how her bath felt, she grimaced, and nearly retched at the sound of Kars' voice.