Taking of a Heart [Shikanoin Heizou x Criminal Reader]

The Ocean's Embrace

As the first light of dawn seeped through the porthole, the interior of the ship gradually stirred with a gentle illumination. Slowly, you began to rouse from a deep slumber, feeling the soft swaying of the ship beneath you.

Your eyelids flutter open, adjusting to the dim, tranquil ambiance of the crew's sleeping area. The rhythmic sounds of the ocean and the creaking of the ship's timbers filled the air, creating a soothing symphony that welcome you back to consciousness.

With a determined effort, you managed to pull yourself up from the comforting embrace of the bed. As you stood on your own feet, the gentle swaying of the ship beneath you served as a gentle reminder of the adventurous journey underway.

Casting your gaze around the room, you observed the other crew members who still slumbered peacefully. The soft rise and fall of their chests mirrored the rhythmic motions of the ship, painting a tranquil tableau of restful dreams amid the voyage.

You assumed the other few crewmates were up and working, which made you feel a bit ashamed for having them rescue you...

You picked yourself up, standing tall. You finally felt like yourself again.

Maybe a small rest really was all you needed.

With a slight limp in your step, you moved with a newfound sense of caution, careful not to disturb the slumbering crewmates as you made your way to the door. The soft wooden floor beneath your feet muffled your footsteps, and you navigated the room like a graceful shadow, mindful of the peace that enveloped the sleeping quarters.

The ship's interior seemed to respond to your reverence, hushing its creaks and murmurs as if to preserve the sanctity of the moment. It was as if the vessel itself recognized the significance of this camaraderie, knowing that within these walls, dreams took flight and freedom found its course.

Stepping out into the narrow corridor, you let your senses guide you, attuned to the ship's pulse and the distant sounds of the crew going about their morning routines. With each step, you felt the support of the ship beneath your feet, as if it knew you were one of its own, a part of this dynamic ensemble of adventurers.

The gentle motion of the ship, swaying like a lullaby, accompanied your journey. You made your way with the reverence of a wanderer in an ancient temple, cherishing the unity that bound this crew together. The camaraderie of these kindred spirits, forged through shared dreams and daring escapades, was a treasure worth preserving.

As you navigated the ship's passageways, you encountered the occasional crew member going about their duties, their expressions reflecting a sense of purpose and resolve. Each of the few crewmates you encountered didn't seem to notice you.

With the cautious grace of a dancer, you continued to move through the ship, savoring the moments of solitude amidst the harmonious symphony of the crew's endeavors. The beauty of this fleeting interlude filled you with a profound appreciation for the sense of belonging you had discovered in the company of these adventurers.

With every couple of steps, the soft creak of the wooden boards beneath your feet resonated through the narrow passageway, heightening your anxiety. Each sound seemed to echo like a distant warning, urging you to tread lightly and remain as inconspicuous as possible.

The ship, once a sanctuary of comfort, now felt like a labyrinth of potential risks and uncertainties. You were acutely aware that any unwarranted noise could betray your presence and lead to the unwanted attention of the crew members. The last thing you desired was to be caught and find yourself explaining your presence aboard their ship, wandering around, snooping.

Your heart quickened its pace, mirroring the cadence of your anxious footsteps. Every sense felt heightened—the scent of saltwater in the air, the gentle sway of the ship, the distant hum of the crew's activities—all reminders of the world that bustled beyond the safety of your haven.