Unbreakable (Killer X OC)

Chapter 9 Found 🍋🚿

**Chapter 9 Found 🍋🚿**

Cytherea smiles to herself as she makes her way over to the bar again, her heart light with the thrill of performing once more. The soft glow of the dim lights reflects off the polished wood, creating a warm ambiance that wraps around her like a comforting embrace. She can hear the distant chatter of patrons mingling with the clinking of glasses, which only heightens her excitement. With each step, she feels the familiar rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins, reminding her of the joy and passion that come with being on stage. The scent of aged whiskey and fresh citrus from the bar mixes with the faint aroma of the sea, evoking memories of past performances and the vibrant energy of the crowd.

As she approaches the bar, she catches snippets of conversation from the patrons, their voices buzzing with anticipation. "Did you see that last move she pulled? Incredible!" one man exclaims, his eyes wide with enthusiasm. Another patron, a woman with bright red hair, leans in closer to her friends, whispering excitedly, "I heard she would fight any man that laid a hand on her! I heard she even took on someone with a million berry bounty!" The energy in the room is palpable, with laughter and cheers erupting as they recount her previous fights, each story more exaggerated than the last. She just smiles to herself, laughing a little at the over-exaggerated tales of herself.

Amidst the chatter, a group of patrons at a nearby table begins discussing Cytherea's striking beauty. "She’s not just a fighter; she’s like a work of art," one man says, his gaze fixed on her as she moves gracefully through the bar. "Those eyes—like silver! I swear when she looked at that captain, they turned icy blue—it would pierce right through you." His friend nods in agreement, adding, "And that fierce spirit! She’s beautiful, but you can tell she’s deadly too. I wouldn’t want to cross her." The woman with red hair chimes in, "Exactly! She has this aura about her, like she could charm you one moment and take you down the next. It’s intoxicating! I love coming here on my days off; it's always exciting!”

Cytherea can’t help but feel a swell of pride at the thought of being the center of their excitement, their eager faces reflecting the thrill of the impending showdown. The compliments wash over her like a warm tide, fueling her confidence and her ego.

Edwy's tousled, curly dark hair is pulled back into a little ponytail, revealing a few rebellious strands that frame his face as he diligently starts working on the new drink orders she has just given to the patrons, his brow furrowed in concentration. He wears a fitted black shirt that accentuates his lean frame, and his hands move deftly as he mixes cocktails with practiced ease, the ice clinking rhythmically against the glass.

Cytherea admires his dedication; he always seems to know exactly what the patrons want, often anticipating their needs before they even ask. When she sits down on the worn barstool, the leather creaks slightly under her weight, and he hands her a clean, wet rag to wipe her face while still shaking a drink with the other hand. She smiles as the cool fabric feels refreshing against her skin, wiping away the pirate's blood from her face and neck, remnants of the chaotic performance that had just concluded.

Edwy's voice is smooth and inviting, carrying a slight lilt that reveals his South Blue origins. At times, it reminds her of her grandfather's, who also hailed from the South Blue, a comforting connection to her past. Leaning in slightly, Edwy lowers his voice to reassure her that Laurie is mostly okay, mentioning only a deep cut on her arm, with a hint of relief in his tone. He then suggests she go upstairs to her rented room to take a shower, gesturing toward her bloody outfit, which clings to her skin uncomfortably, and to take the rest of the day off if she needs it. "We can handle it here," he adds, his eyes warm with concern.

A deep, rugged voice calls from close behind her, “Looks like the slave girl has some fight in her after all.” Cytherea turns with a giant smile to face the man she calls Captain, her eyes sparkling with joy as the sunlight catches the glimmer in her gaze. The warmth of the sun seems to amplify her excitement, making her feel alive and vibrant in this moment, as if the world around her is bursting with color and possibility. The scent of saltwater and adventure fills the air, mingling with the distant sound of waves crashing against the rocky shore, reminding her of the countless journeys they have shared.